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tender-rosiey · 10 months

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Since your requests are open I'll help myself 😋 Gojo's wife starts to have morning sicknesses, so she suspects that she's pregnant. She takes a test and finds out that she actually is pregnant. Would u please write gojo's reaction when his wife tells his that he's gonna be a daddy? 🥺💕 thanks you, please feed us with your delicious writing!!!

Also if you're not feeling well then please ignore this. Take care! Mwah^•^♡

weight — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I hope you like this, luv 🥺💕 thank you so much for your kind words and take care of yourself as well! many kisses and hugs 🫶

“shoko, I need a place to hide!” you say, bursting into the infirmary. you take the small moment of shock that shoko is in to take a much needed breath.

“what did you do this time?”

you wordlessly raise the pregnancy test with slightly shaky hands and upon seeing it, shoko drops the poor sandwich she was eating. you close the door behind you before sitting down next her.

she smiles, “nice, I am going to be an aunt,” then she looks at you confused, “why are you hiding though?”

“I need time to figure out how I will tell him or more like—“ you look at the ceiling, “face him. he will probably figure everything out with his six eyes, but I don’t know how he will react,” you wrap your arms around yourself and shoko sighs.

“you guys didn’t talk about it yet?” she stands up and goes to get you a warm drink.

you gently rock yourself, “satoru already…has so much on his shoulders,” you bury your face in your arms, “I don’t want to add to that.”

she places the mug in front of you, “you do know that he got into this relationship willingly, right? you didn’t hold him at gunpoint or anything…or did you?”

you lightly punch her shoulders, but you take the mug, muttering a small thanks, “if anyone was held at gunpoint then it would be me.”

shoko chuckles and pats your head, “you need to be able to face him, y/n. he will find out anyway, and personally, I think you should have faith in his reaction more than that,” you lock eyes, “you know him more than anyone else, after all.”

your gaze falls to your drink. its surface is so still until you softly blow and it ripples, calm the chaos.

what if you don’t know satoru as much as you thought? what if having a kid will scare him away? as the strongest, your husband has so much on his mind 24/7. will he be able to handle a baby as well?

while a part of you tells you that your husband is no coward nor is he so fragile, the other can’t help but think that perhaps this love story of 12 years will reach its end, a very tragic end even.

with the creation of a new life, ends a lifetime of feelings and events.

you snap out of your thoughts when you notice shoko shooing you into the closet room.

you hear the door open and you have a guess who it is. he makes himself known anyway, “shoko, have you seen y/n?”

shoko quirks an eyebrow and gojo huffs, “okay, fine, I know she is here, but is she mad at me? did I do something?”

you have a feeling that he is looking directly at your eyes even through the closet’s door as he speaks, “y/n, I will take you out anywhere. I don’t know what I did, but let me make it up to you. I hate when you’re upset with me, sweets.”

he is frowning lightly as he stares at the closet with hope. shoko sighs before walking out of the room, but not without patting his shoulder.

the door closes and satoru speaks up again, “can you please come out so we can at least talk about it?”

he hears your sigh and beams when you finally get out of the room, “there is my pretty girl.”

he has a flower bouquet in hand and he is looking at you so intently, but you don’t think he noticed the life growing inside of you now. he is far too focused on making you forgive him for whatever he did. you take a deep breath and look him in the eyes.

your hand moves and finally rests on your stomach.

his brows furrow lightly before his eyes widen. satoru’s breath hitches just like it did during your wedding. he places the bouquet aside before looking quickly between your eyes and stomach, “you are…”

you grip your own hands, nodding. tears start forming in your eyes till they finally fall and cries are what he sees now. your knees give out on you and you fall to the ground, now sobbing.

you are looking at the ground as you cry and hug yourself tighter, bracing yourself for whatever is coming.

satoru, almost instantly, finds himself on his knees in front of you.

his arms, like it’s second nature, pull you close into a warm and secure hug, “hey, hey,” he pats your back, a little clumsily, “if you don’t want it then it’s fine. you know I care about you the most,” his voice shakes a bit, “don’t cry please, you’re breaking my heart—“

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry,” you repeat a mantra of the same phrase as you pull him even closer. satoru cups your face and the moment you’re met with the pair of blue eyes you love so much, you break down more, “I know you—probably don’t want it but—“

he tilts his head, utterly confused and maybe even offended, “what are you talking about? of course, I want it!”

the room is silent for a moment as you process what he says. it’s like a massive weight has been lifted off your shoulders. you let out a shaky breath as you look down at your hands.

satoru rests his forehead on your own. his voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he speaks, “it’s our baby.”

the content smile on his face is almost unreal, “why in the world would you think that I wouldn’t want it anyway?” and somehow the pout on his face assures you even more.

your arms wrap themselves around his torso and you rest your head on his shoulder, “it’s just—I thought it would be burdening you with yet another responsibility. you have the world on top of your shoulders. how am I better than anyone if I weigh down even if it’s a different type of weight.”

“is it a weight for you?” he asks, voice hushed.

“of course not! I want—“ you answer immediately.

“there is your answer,” he chuckles and you look at his face once again.

you notice that he is tearing up. your satoru is tearing up, and the blindfold isn’t there to hide it nor are the glasses.

his eyes never leave yours as he says, with no waver on his voice, “I would pick you over everything else, every single time and in every single universe, silly girl.”

“you should know that already,” he flicks your forehead but the smile never leaves his face.

a soft laugh tumbles out of his lips as he pulls you in for a big bear hug, his form completely engulfing your own.

he fills tears stain his shirt, but he can only focus on your smile he feels on his skin and the fact that he voice out loud, “I will be a dad,” he sighs with contentment.

“and it’s all because of you,” he raises your face and nuzzles your noses together making you giggle, “we're going to be parents, you sweet pretty thing.”

satoru’s lips find themselves on your own in one very sweet and loving kiss. it’s soft, light, and gentle. yet it conveys all the words that he can’t get out at the moment.

when you pull away slightly, he quickly pulls you back for another, “I love you so much.”

he places a hand on your stomach, “and you too.”

“but don’t think I will share mama with you,” he sticks his tongue out at it, “she is mine!”

the baby is not even out of the womb, and yet he is already bickering with it.

you laugh and your chest feel so light. you kiss his cheek and his pout turns into a grin almost immediately. you hum, “infinity and beyond?”

his hand holds your own and he caresses your ring, “infinity and beyond.”

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killinfate · 6 months

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Hellooo hii how are you? I hope you're doing amazing today! Could you do a Mike x fem!reader where Mike keeps having nightmares with what happened at the pizzeria and the reader tries to comfort him but she never succeeded. So one night she goes to the kitchen and sits on the kitchen counter while thinking about Mike and how to make him feel better but instead, Mike joins her in the kitchen for a glass of water. And they start talking a little bit and somehow Mike ends up in front of Reader's legs (while she's still on the counter, he's up yk) and they look at each other and it's just fluff and they kiss? :3 -🦡

love this thank you so much for your request!

REASSURED.

MIKE SCHMIDT X READER

— HE AWOKE, HIS BREATHING ERRATIC AND HIS HEART THUMPING OUT OF HIS CHEST. HE PULLED HIS SHIRT UP FOR ANY STAB MARKS BUT SAW NOTHING THERE.

He sighed and let his shirt drop back down over his torso.

Another nightmare.

You woke up at his suddenness and sat up slightly with a groan. Mike closed his eyes, his jaw tensing slightly. He hated when you’d wake up and see him like this, he hated it.

“Mike?” You asked, your voice tired. You’d been dating Mike for a good while now and happened to stay over frequently. Mike didn’t like you driving in the dark and thought it was a better option if you stayed the night, dismissing the fact he had the same reoccurring nightmare every single night. Not about his brother, but the pizzeria.

You reached out for his shoulder and he flinched slightly, more fragile than he liked to admit. You retracted your hand.

“I’m sorry.” You apologised. “If you’d like to talk—“ Mike cut you off. He didn’t want to talk, not at all. Keeping his emotions in check he let out a strained.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go back to sleep okay?” He told you, laying back down in bed. He lay closer to the edge this time and you noticed.

He didn’t want you to worry or feel pity for him; he was your boyfriend, not some lost cause.

The next night was the same, only more intense. He woke up in a cold sweat and sat up immediately. Mike ran a hand over his chest, once again checking for stab marks before relaxing only slightly. Something felt…strange.

Your side was lighter and Mike’s eyes averted to it. You were gone and the door was agape. Mike shot out of bed, his mind immediately racing. He called for you, running out the bedroom. He ran down the hall, his breathing unsteady as his eyes looked around frantically. He couldn’t lose you.

Finally they landed on you who approached him, going to caress his face. “Mike?” You said, clearly concerned. He took a step back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He mumbled, walking past you. With a defeated look you sat on the counter, your legs dangling off it. Mike ran a hand over his face, going to the sink and running some water over his face. He turned it off and walked to the fridge, glancing at you.

He opened it, grabbing a bottle of water. “What are you doing up?” He asked, catching his breath and opening the bottle, taking a long thirsty sip. You looked to him and looked down at your hands slightly. You just wanted to comfort him and he wasn’t letting you.

“I went to get a drink.” She told him. “I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d—“ Mike cut you off.

“Don’t apologise.” He said quietly, closing the fridge. There was a moment of silence, a silence that allowed Mike to think about his next words.

His eyes softened as he looked at you. He loved you and all you were asking was for him to let you love him in return. Mike was so scared, the same fear he felt that very night at the pizzeria.

“I thought I’d lost you.” Mike’s voice was quiet and his eyes filled with tears. He walked over to you, slowly standing in front of you. You weren’t going to pull him into your arms, not if he didn’t want it.

His hands rested on your thighs for a moment before his hands came up to your waist, his arms embracing you and holding you tightly. He closed his eyes and buried his head in your chest, holding onto you as if you were going to disappear.

You were taken aback by Mike’s sudden need for affection but you weren’t rejecting it. You held him close to you and kissed his forehead, caressing the back of his head and holding him closely.

“You aren’t gonna lose me, alright?” You told him and he looks up. He knew you couldn’t promise that but he was going to try and do the most to protect you.

That started by letting you see his vulnerability, giving him a reason to have you close.

Mike looked to you with tired eyes before leaning in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. He kissed each corner of your mouth, then the tip of your nose and over your chin adoringly. Mike looked to you once more before leaving a kiss on your lips again, pulling away after a few moments only slightly.

“I love you.” He murmured against your lips, then you leaned in and gave him one more kiss.

“I love you too, I’m not going anywhere.” You promised; that was a promise that was never certain, but for now he was reassured by your words.

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joi-me-hoi-me-noi · 2 months

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Hello, I saw that your requests were open and I wanted to ask if I can make one hehe, you don't have to do it or anything like that, but I'll leave the idea here anyway hahaha.

I would like to request a teen! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader and kid!Megumi (or gender neutral) Where Satoru Gojo and reader have known each other since they were little and they are both powerful, therefore when it is time to go on the mission to protect Riko Amanai she is also sent along with Satoru and Suguru,She also suffers because of Toji Zenin and basically everyone is traumatized (here we stick to the canon, doing the daily angst that our dearest Gege gives us..:) ) And basically after the events, reader and Gojo go to Megumi to make Touji's last words come true,I'd like to see a little bit of domestic fluff and a little bit of angst hehe...Reader seeing Toji in Megumi but at the same time wanting to stop because she knows they are completely different people. Happy ending :D

A/n: Thank you for this wonderful request, I'm pretty sure this is the first request regarding JJK in general so yippeeee! Enjoy!

DIFFERENCE BETWEEN (TEEN!GN!Reader x TEEN!Gojo) [ft. KID!Megumi]

"Stay here with Misato, just in case that man manages to make it down here."

You simply nod, looking away. Something felt wrong, you could feel it in your gut. You feel Suguru's hand on your shoulder and you look up at him.

"Satoru's got this, he's the strongest there is. You probably won't even be needed."

You turn to Riko, the sadness building up inside of you. She looked like she was about to cry as well. You had so much fun with her, you'd miss her so much. She rushes into you for a hug, and you hug back tightly, your eyes welling with tears.

"I'm going to miss you." She buries her head in your shoulder. "I'll miss you too, bug."

You let go of her and watch as she walks forward with Suguru, leading her to the end of her life.

You and Misato finally hear the elevator coming down. Satoru made quick work of that guy; it really didn't take that long either.

"That must be him, right?" Misato looks at you, happily.

You start to smile as you felt the elevator growing nearby. Soon it fades, you detect no cursed energy from the lift at all. You start to activate your technique and Misato gets prepared to fight.

The elevator doors open then everything goes black.

"Y/n... Y/n!"

Your eyes slowly open as you wake up with a bad headache. You blink a couple of times and finally adjust to the bright light. Shoko stares at you in relief, smiling softly at you.

"W-What happened?" You suddenly remember the elevator and-

You sit up quickly, groaning in pain and being calmed by Shoko.

"Easy. Easy!" She touches her hand to your back softly, rubbing up and down.

"Is Satoru okay?!" She nods.

The door to the clinic opens to reveal Suguru, a solemn expression on his face.

"Suguru, what's wrong?"

"I gave Riko a choice of continuing to live or to die. She chose to live her life."

You smile, happy he gave her a decision.

"She's...um..."

You laugh softly, smile slowly fading. She couldn't have...

"She's alive and back at home with Misato...right?"

He stays silent, looking at the shiny floor of the clinic.

A sobbing scream was heard from inside the clinic as Gojo listened silently near the door.

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

You shoot awake from your bed, looking over at your boyfriend who is still sound asleep. Your hand unconsciously rubs the spot where Toji Zenin's bullet almost killed you. You let out a sigh and escape from the bedroom and into the kitchen area.

"You're fine." You open the fridge, the glow illuminating your face with the most perfect uncomfortable amount.

You lean your head against the fridge door and take a deep breath before grabbing a water bottle. You couldn't help but rest your head against one of the counters and sob. You hated how your traumatic experiences will always come back to haunt you. You wipe your eyes, take another deep breath and take a sip of your water.

Your ears pick up a light pitter-patter sound approaching slowly. You turn towards the noise, observing Megumi with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, stopped in the middle of the dark hallway.

"Hey Megumi, you shouldn't be up. What's up?" You crouch down in front of the counter as he continues his silent approach.

"I heard you crying and I couldn't sleep." The kid looked so much like him, he scared you sometimes.

"It's nothing to worry about." His eyes are so similar to his father's.

"I think it is if you're crying. Did you have a nightmare?" Everything is similar to Toji.

"So-Something like that. I'm almost an adult, it's nothing."

Megumi just stares at you blankly for a moment before wrapping his blanket-winged arms around your neck.

"Everyone's afraid of something." He leans in closer to your ear, whispering. "It's okay to admit it, I'm afraid too."

You smile and hug him tight, rocking him back and forth on the kitchen floor. He made you feel better, way better than before. He's just a kid, Y/n. He's not his dad.

"Let's rest together, yeah? It might be easier to sleep that way." He nods, tiredly.

You scoop him up and walk over to the couch. You lay on the couch with him cuddled up into your neck, softly breathing. Megumi fell asleep quickly. You brush your fingers through his hair, watching him fall into a deeper sleep. Soon, you follow him into a better dream than before.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Satoru wakes from his sleep and walks into the living room, knowing you got up in the middle of the night. He spots Megumi cuddling with you in his sleep and you hold him tightly.

'Cute...'

He touches the small scar on the side of your head and then kisses it, bending down slowly. You're more comfortable with Megumi and he hopes you'll get closer to him from here on out.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 19 days

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second, never first

part seventeen

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues, mention of domestic abuse (not between chris and reader), fluff

word count - 2k??

NOT PROOFREAD

chris and i both dosed off and i woke up with him on top of me with his face buried in to my neck. i hear my phone ringing and gently untangle myself from him to go answer it. he groans as i move from under him and i freeze, “sorry” i whisper and walk over to my phone on his desk.

i swear my face loses all its colour as i read, incoming call from mom.

i pick it up and run to the bathroom. shutting the door and sitting on the toilet and answering the phone.

“mom?” i saw in a low tone in hopes of no one hearing me. “y/n where have you been i havent seen you in 2 days now.” she croaked. my hand flies over my mouth as i feel tears pricking my eyes, “ive- um, ive been at a friends house mom.” my voice breaks. “are you ok?” i ask.

“yes sweetie im fine, why wouldnt i be fine.” she states. tears now falling from my eyes in shock as she is completely avoiding the fact that i witnessed my father abusing her right in front of me. “what do you mean ‘why wouldnt you be fine’. you know exactly what i mean by asking if your okay mom.” i whisper yell.

“y/n its fine your dad just had a moment-“ i cut her off. “mom stop avoiding the problem here! dad was abusing you, plain and simple. dont act like it didnt happen because i saw it with my own eyes.” i raise my voice. the tears flowing out of my eyes are full of pure anger and frustration, why the fuck is she acting like everything is ok. it absolutely is not. “its ok honey, i promise. just come home please. have news to tell you but i would rather tell you in person”

“ok. in not staying in that house with him though, i hope you know that.” i growl. “i understand, see you soon y/n.”

i hang up the phone and rest it on the counter dropping my head in to my hands as i feel as thought i should rip out every last strand of my hair. how am i supposed to go home and talk to her as if everything is normal. what about chris. i dont even think he would drive me to my house after what happened with my dad the last time, which i bet my mom doesnt even know about that. i angrily sigh, wiping my tears and get up from where im seated and grab my phone walking in to chris’ room. i walk in quietly to see chris face down head turned to the side with his phone in one hand. “baby, who called? you sounded angry.” chris mumbles as he hears me walking into the room, sitting upright.

my face flushes at him hearing me and i tense up. “um- my mom called. she wants me to go home for the night.” i basically whisper. “y/n no.” chris huffs, “i know chris but its my mom were talking about, i cant leave her alone forever.”

“what happens if your dad is there” he questions. i bring my arms up to hug myself. “chris i promise if anything happens i will text you immediately.” i walk over to him and sit on the edge of his bed. “i understand, just please be careful” he pulls me in to his lap and i wrap my arms around his shoulders. running my hands through his hair as his hands are on my back. “i dont ever want to see you that hurt again.” he says pressing a kiss to my forehead and i squeeze him closer to me. “ill be ok i promise.”

chris drove me to my house and would not let go of my hand the entire time, giving me nervous smiles here and there. “chris im going to my home, im not moving away forever.” i try to lighten the mood. “i know i just want you to be safe and dont forget to c-“ i cut him off.

“call you if i feel unsafe, babe i understand i promise.” i reassure. he pulls up to my house and leans over to kiss me. “i love you, be safe.” he whispers putting a hand to my cheek. i close my eyes and lean in to his palm putting my hand over his. i kiss the inside of his palm and lean in to kiss him again, “i love you.” i say before getting out. i walk towards my front door and chris doesnt leave until i get inside.

thankfully i didnt see my dads car on the drive way as i walk in, closing the door behind me and see my mom sitting on the couch which a mug of tea in her hand and shes watching tv. the house is clean and looks like absolutely nothing happened in here. “mom” she looks over at me and im surprised to see that she has no bruises or anything. she actually looks perfectly fine?

“y/n oh my god it feels so good to see you. you have no idea, i had no clue where you were.”

“i was with a friend, i couldnt be here after what happened.”

“yeah lets talk about that-“ she trails off mid conversation and goes to the kitchen. “i kicked your dad out, it was happening for years and knowing that you saw that side of him-“ she paused.

“it wasnt right letting you have to witness that, i should have done something when it began years ago.”

“years mom, years you have been letting him do that to you?” i croak.

“i know, im weak, fraile, a failure, a bad mom, vulnerable, but i stayed with him in hopes that you wouldnt grow up without a father.” she sighs. “mom if you were getting abused, leaving would have been better than being with him.” i console.

“your not weak, your the strongest person i know.”

her face warmed up and she walked towards me giving me a hug. the first hug i had gotten from my mom in years. she pulled away, “was that chris that dropped you off.” she smiled, “yeah.” i sniffle and wipe my tears away. “so are you guys dating now.” she prys. “mom right now is not the time to bring up my boy issues.” i roll my eyes.

“sweetie, right now is a time of celebration. we are both free, your dad was a sick mother fucker that i should have dumped years ago. i love him and always will but i couldnt let you see him like that again.”

“i understand.” i walked over to the kitchen counter and sat down. she couldnt take her eyes off me.

“something is so different about you today.” she admires, “mom i was gone for 2 days nothing about me changed that much.” i laugh. “oh really? your wearing a hoodie that says ‘sturniolo’ on the back” i look at chris’ hoodie and roll my eyes, “and your genuinely smiling.” she smiles, “you my daughter have a boyfriend.”

“hes not my boyfriend mom oh my god, i was at his house for 2 days and didnt really pack that heavy.” i try to explain. “y/n im not dumb. you have always liked that sturniolo boy. why didnt you stay with anna if your not dating chris?”

“anna and i arent friends anymore, shes a bitch.” my moms eyes go wide as i rarely swear around her. “ok, but your dating chris.”

“mommmmm.” i groan, “i know everything honey, theres no denying it.” i giggle and go to my room. checking my phone to texts from chris.

friday 12:34pm

chris: babe is everything ok?

chris: is your dad there?

chris: baby answerrr

chris: hellooooo????

i smile at my phone and respond

y/n: everything is ok, my mom actually kicked my dad out so everything is all good over here :))

chris: oh good good

chris: i love you have a good time with your mom sweet girl

i feel my heart squirm at him calling me sweet girl and i smiled to myself. god i love him.

me and mom spent the day together going grocery shopping and just being around eachother happily. my time away from chris just made me crave being around him. i never new someones presence could be so addictive, i just wanted to be with him at all times. i got in the shower around 7pm and while in the shower i decided on going to his house. getting out of the shower, brushing my teeth, doing skincare, blowdrying my hair and finally putting on his hoodie and some sweatpants. i give up on trying to impress him with my clothing as he has literally seen what i look like when i first wake up.

going downstairs my mom smiles at me, “have fun with your boyfriend!” she says in a taunting tone, “not my boyfriend.” i sing song back at her.

mom mentioning chris as my boyfriend made me think about our situation. we love eachother but he has yet to ask to be my boyfriend. i wonder if i should bring it up to him, would that ruin stuff? i mean we pretty much call eachother our fake boyfriend and girlfriend already. what would hurt about making it real boyfriend and girlfriend. this is so confusing god. for people in books its so simple to transition from talking to dating but i am completely overthinking this.

i pull up to chris’ house and knock on the door, waiting for someone to open it and his mom opens it, “y/n! we werent expecting you, come in come in.”

“hi, sorry for barging in like this i just came to see chris.” i smiled, “oh chris? yeah hes just up in his room, you can join us for dinner me and jimmy just got back from our trip and we heard lots about you while we were away.” she chuckles.

i make my way upstairs and knock on his door, “who is it?” he yells, i crack open the door and i see him at his gaming chair. he looks over and his face lights up, “y/n! come sit.” he says patting the spot on his bed that is close to his setup. he mutes his mic and turns around and i sit down. he puts his hands on my knees and leans in to peck my lips. “i missed you, i didnt know you were coming here.”

“well i missed you so i decided to come hangout for a bit.” i say. “your mom invited me for dinner.” i chuckled. “matt told mom we were together now so shes eager to get to know you.” he says and i gasp.

“were together?”

“i mean yeah.” he says furrowing his eye brows, “well you didnt even ask me to be your girlfriend yet.”

“y/n l/n will you be my girlfriend?” he grins, “chris sturniolo yes i will.”, ok so that was easy. i pull him in for a kiss and move to sit on his lap. i sit with my legs curled up against his thigh and my back to the arm rest of his gaming chair with my arms wrapped around his torso. “you smell good.” he says kissing the top of my head while playing his game. “well i would hope so i just showered.”

“your so annoying im trying to be sweet, your so literal.” he chuckles. “well you love me anway” i say kissing his cheek.

“mhm” he places another kiss on the top of my head and i cuddle into his torso even more.

thanks for reading xx

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letsgetrowdy43 · 7 months

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Do Adam and Sunny ever have a pregnancy scare?

Au Masterlist!!

There is only ever one pregnancy scare, cause Sunny and Adam are both very careful and do everything in their control to prevent mishaps.

But this instance happens just a few weeks after his draft.

Sunny is late, a whole two weeks late, and she is never late. So she's panicked in the passenger seat of Adam’s car the pregnancy test box in her lap as they both awkwardly stare at the road. Neither of them speaks as they anxiously countdown the seconds till they are home.

The tears in her eyes build as he parks in the Hughes’ Lake House driveway. She turns to look at Adam who looks equally as nervous.

“Sorry, I’m being dramatic I’m probably fine,” she laughs at her nerves as she wiped away her tears and hid her puffy face in her hands.

“No no, it’s okay to be scared, I’m terrified,” Adam reached over and grabbed a hold of her hand and brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckle, “we have options if you’re not ready, and if you are ready then we’ll figure that out as well,” he says as she nods and gets out of the car.

The two of them quickly ran upstairs to their shared bathroom, anxiously starting the time on her phone as she slipped the test back into the box to remove it from her sight.

Adam pulls her into his chest as they stood in tense silence, his hands running through her hair as she chews on her bottom lip.

The alarm goes off and causes the two of them to jump, as they both stare at the box, the box that holds their future. “Can you do it?” She asks as her arms wrap around his torso and her face buries itself in his chest.

Adam let out a sigh of relief as he stared at the negative sign, saying a silent thank to god as she unravelled herself from him to verify the result.

“Thank god,” she whispered as she looked up at her boyfriend, “not that I don’t want your baby, just not right now,” she said with a look that resembled an apology as she washed her hands and kissed his cheek.

“Your brothers would’ve killed me,” he mumbled as she took the box and slid it into one of her purses so she could dispose of it without her brothers tracking it back to her. Sunny hummed a short “mhm” and kissed his cheek, as he laughed at her nonchalantness.

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graciegoeskrazy · 1 month

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yeah, you wanna find love

matty healy + teen!swiftie!daughter!reader

warnings: some language, angst, fluff, cheating

a/n: do u guys get the title? get it? get it? the title? cuz she sang it? the city? at satvb? get it?

ty bae anon who requested im in LOVE.

I know Eras and Matty and her dating happened way after Red TV was released but shhhhhhhhh

Like any other normal teenage girl, you got excited every time Taylor Swift dropped an album, announced an album, or did anything remotely hinting at herself and her work. Even if it was a far stretch, you were on social media like the rest ready to prove or debunk theories. Tonight, she’s releasing her second re-recording, Red (Taylor’s Version) You were a fan. Even though she and your father dated for like a month and now they never speak to each other and the chances of you seeing The Eras Tour ever again are slim to none, you admired her so much.

Your dad had said goodnight and sent you to bed more than an hour ago. You planned to go against his wishes a little bit and stay up and listen to the album. It was only one time, and it was for the sake of music, so if you got caught he wouldn't be too upset, right? …Right?

The plan was all fine until you got hungry. The kitchen was connected to the living room which is where your father spent most of his late nights, doing work, watching TV, sleeping, whatever. It was quiet so you assumed that he had already gone upstairs for the night or was fast asleep on the couch. It all gave you the confidence to believe that you could sneak into the pantry and not be seen. You were wrong, however.

“Go to bed.”

He was there. Wide awake. Just quietly scrolling through his phone.

You pouted. “C’mon. It comes out in like an hour.”

He never took his eyes off his phone. “And you have to wake up at 6 am for school tomorrow.”

“And I’m still gonna go! One night of staying up and listening to an album isn’t going to change my perfect grades or 4.0 GPA.”

“I said no.” His voice grew a little more stern.

Your begging was now at a full 10. “This is a big deal, Dad! Just because you can’t listen to Taylor anymore doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t!”

“What I say goes, you know that.”

You smirked. “Oh, so it was fine when it was your album?” He hated it when you were a smart-ass. Mainly because you reminded him too much of himself when you acted that way.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “Go to bed.”

“Ughhhhh.” You slumped up the stairs.

“I love you, baby.”

“And I love your ex!”

…

Almost 2 hours later, Matty got tired of the things he saw on Instagram, and the yawns he kept giving let him know that it was time for bed. As he walked upstairs he heard the faintest sound

At first, he thought it was because of something he had done. He thought that maybe the attitude he showed earlier was too much, but on the other hand, he knew his girl was too tough for that to break her. He opened the door and saw your frame curled on the bed. Your face was buried in your pillow but it was evident by the bits that were showing that your face was red and littered with tears. You heard him open the door and walk to you, but you didn't move.

“What’s happened.” He asked quietly as he slipped in into the other side and pulled you close.

“Just shut up. I just need you.” You were harsh but he knew your tone held no true anger or hurt.

“Okay. Okay, I’m here. I’m right here.” He held you as you cried into his chest. You were sobbing. You tried to catch your breath between the hiccups and cries, but it took minutes for you to fully calm down. To you, those minutes felt like hours, and as time went on Matty became increasingly worried about the severity of the situation.

You took one last big inhale, then spoke. “He cheated on me”

“What?”

“He cheated on me…then dumped me when I found out.”

“When?! When did this happen?”

“A little less than a week ago.” He sighed, He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You and your boyfriend had been dating for nearly 2 years. From the way it looked to the outside world, you two were as happy as could be. Matty always had his doubts but he chalked it up to the typical dad senses overreacting, especially because you always looked so happy and you hadn't been that way in a long time. “I should’ve broken it off long ago.” You hiccuped and cried through your next words. “He ignores me. Everything I say. Everything I do. It's like I’m talking to a brink wall half of the time. I tell him I’ve had enough and he apologizes and makes me feel great like I’m the only one who matters, and then he makes the same fucking mistakes, over and over and over again. He likes the idea of a relationship but doesn't want to put in the work of having one. At least when it comes to me…”

Matty didn't know what to say. It was a complete shock to him. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing-”

“Yes, he does. He just doesn't care.”

“How did this happen, if this happened a bit ago then why are you crying just now?”

You hid your face again. He rubbed your back. “You’re gonna laugh…”

“I won't laugh-”

“You’re gonna be mad,” You said, looking up.

He smiled. “I won't. Promise.” He said, winking.

You sighed and buried your head back into him. “I was listening to the 10-minute version of All Too Well.”

“God, bubs.”

You sat up and looked at him. “Let me live! It was too real. I related too much. I’m serious.”

He reached his arms back up, guiding you to come back to him. “I know. Im sorry.”

You pouted as he placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Do you ever cry to my songs?”

“Only of embarrassment.”

#aweeeee this is cuteee #the 1975 #x daughter!reader #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader

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kissesfrombangtanatnight · 2 months

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Roman Reigns x Reader x Jey Uso: Break The Rules For You, Pt. V

The day was dark and dreary as it poured rain, the weather somehow matching the feeling inside of Joe's heart. He was a broken man as he stared in the mirror looking at his reflection. He looked like a shell of himself as he buttoned up his jacket, throwing on a black pair of Raybans to cover up the redness of his eyes. Today was the dreadful day he had to bury his wife—the love of his life.

As he stood motionless in his bedroom, his mind began to flash with memories of you two. Memories of the first time you met. Memories of your first date. Your first kiss. The first time you made love. Your first fight, everything was clouding his mind. Then his mind went to all of the dreadful times he'd put his hands on you, hurting you. It was all beginning to tear him up inside. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice he started bawling.

Then, there was a knock at the door, signaling his mother had finally arrived. He sighed heavily, wiping his tears away before walking to the door to his awaiting mother. She looked sad at her son's state. His face was red from crying, but there was nothing she could do to heal this pain.

"Are you ready?" she asks her son softly.

He sniffs before answering, "Do I have a choice?"

Joe stands quietly, feeling his heart break as your mother takes your ashes that were carefully placed in a golden urn and slowly spreads them across the ocean waves. His knees nearly gave out and he nearly hit the ground witnessing this. He just couldn't believe it. His wife was actually gone. And there was nothing he could do about it. Once the urn was empty, your mother shakily handed it to Joe for him to keep safe. He securely holds the urn in his hand.

"I'm gonna miss you." Joe cries, placing a kiss to the urn and staring out at the ocean.

"Sorry for your loss, Uce." He hears a familiar voice behind him.

It's Jey.

Joe says nothing as he stares at his cousin, unable to speak, otherwise he'd faint. Today was such a terrible day for him. It felt as though his whole world had crumbled right before his feet.

He slowly nods his head as Jey pulls him into a tight hug, comforting him. This is exactly what he needed. Despite the past hatred Joe has had for his cousin, he now must put that away in such a vulnerable moment in his life. He's come to realize now more than ever, that he needed his family.

"I just....I can't believe she's gone." Joe whispers.

"........She's in a better place," Jey responds, giving his cousin a firm grip on his shoulder before quietly walking away.

Three Months Later

"Come on baby, you know you can't lift that." Jey laughs as you struggle to bend down and pick up a grocery bag from the kitchen floor.

"Well, somebody's gotta do it. This floor is littered with groceries." You groan as you place a hand on your back and one underneath your belly. You were exhausted and your growing belly wasn't helping with your level of energy. You swear you were about to pop.

"Here, sit down and let me and Mini Uce put everything up, okay?" He grins, pecking your lips just as your daughter comes running downstairs.

"Sit down mama, I got this." She giggles as she begins to help her father unpack the groceries you'd brought into the house minutes before.

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'll be upstairs showering if you need me." You smile as you wobble out of the kitchen.

You make it upstairs and close the bedroom door behind you. It's been three months since you've been home from the hospital. You've been getting used to being around your husband and your daughter as a loving family. There were still moments of uncertainty, but for the most part, you were slowly adjusting. Jey usually goes off to work while you, on the other hand, stay home and relax, per his request. He didn't want you up and doing too much. He was such a loving husband.

You smile as you strip out of your clothes, grabbing some underwear and one of Jey's t-shirts to sleep in. After a long day of shopping, you were ready to eat and sleep.

You were headed to the bathroom when Jey's phone suddenly started ringing. Normally, you'd try to hurry and give him his phone whenever it rings, but this time you were just too exhausted to do so. You carefully walk over to his phone, that's lying on the bedside table, to see a familiar face pop up on the screen.

"Huh......." You say, confusion washing over you as you see a photo of Jey and this guy.

The very same guy from the hospital some months ago who was crying about his wife's death.

How did he and your husband know each other? Were they friends? Work buddies? You didn't know but you felt you shouldn't answer. However, your curiosity had gotten the better of you as your finger hovered over the slide to answer button.

What harm would it do? You slide the button until it accepts the call, however, you don't say anything.

"Hello? Josh?" his deep voice says through the phone.

There's an awkward silence before you finally decide to speak.

"Hel-"Just as you're starting to speak, the phone quickly shuts off, going dead.

Dammit. You've told Jey countless times about charging his phone. You inwardly roll your eyes before placing the phone back on the bedside table before leaving it there. He'll charge it on his own.

You wobble towards the bathroom knowing that after a hot shower, you'd be making your way to the kitchen to enjoy family time at the dinner table with your husband and daughter.

#roman reigns #wwe smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns smut #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns imagines #roman reigns x black reader #the bloodline #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #jey uso #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #jey uso smut #jey uso fanfiction

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dragon-kazansky · 2 months

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Veil of the dreamless

Morpheus x Reader

A cursed Morpheus holds your father prisoner when he enters The Dreaming without permission. You, also able to enter the realm, take his place. Now a prionser to the Dream Lord, you do all you can to learn about the curse and hopefully break it.

{Masterlist}

{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}

Chapter Three - Dinner for one

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"You gave them a room?" Morpheus growled, unhappy to discover his prisoner was no longer locked in the cell.

Lucienne stood with her hands clasped together, and her head held high. She looked at her king without concern. "The least we can do is give them a bed."

"They're a prisoner."

"We don't take prisoners."

"We do now."

"Why? Because they entered the Dreaming? If you have no intention of letting them go, the least we can do is give them a room."

Lord Morpheus glared at her, but he fell silent.

"You've trapped them here with no one and nothing. The least you can do is be a good host. Why not just let them have a room and some free movement around the castle?" Lucienne suggests.

"That's not a prisoner."

"Maybe they don't have to be a prisoner per se. It's not like they can go home without your assistance."

Morpheus sighs and sinks down on his throne a little. "Fine."

"Wonderful, my lord. Why not have dinner together tonight? Be a good host."

Morpheus couldn't think of anything he wanted to do less, but Lucienne was trying her best to be polite.

"Fine. Sort it."

Lucienne nods and leaves the throne room, a smile on her face as she goes. She nods to Matthew on the way out, who flies off toward your room.

Matthew pecks at your door.

You open the door and he flies in, startling you slightly, but you smile when he lands on your bed.

"Hello Matthew."

"You settling in okay?"

You smile. "Yes. I think so. I'm still getting my head around the situation."

"Understandable."

A knock sounds at your door, and you look it. You glance at Matthew, but he just watches you curiously. You call out. "Hello?"

Lucienne nods at Morpheus on the other side of the door. She has insisted he come and invite you to dinner himself. She made him go and clean up a little, the best he could with feathers. He had even put on a dinner jacket using his powers to accommodate for the annoying wings.

"It is I, Lord Morpheus." He clearly his throat. "I am here to invite you to join me for dinner downstairs."

You stare at the door. Invite you to dinner? Had he already forgotten he was keeping you here as his prisoner? Now he was inviting yo to dinner?

Matthew looked at you with interest but you ignored him.

"I shall have to decline."

You hear nothing from the other side of the door for a few seconds.

"I demand it," he then says firmly.

You scoff. "Demand it? You expect me to sit down and have dinner with the monster that kidnapped my father and is now holding me prisoner?"

"I did not kidnap your father. He came here himself!" Morpheus sounded agitated.

"My point still stands!"

"Fine! Don't join me for dinner. If you will not eat with me, you will not eat at all!"

"Fine!" You yell back.

You can hear him storming off down the hall. Then silence. You groan and sit back down on the bed.

"How dare he?!"

Matthew ruffles his feathers and hops down onto the floor.

"I... I'm sorry about boss..."

"He's rude and cruel." You cross your arms. "No wonder he was cursed!"

"Hey, he wasn't always." Matthew sighs. "Look, you just gotta give him time. He's tough, but he does have a heart."

"It must buried deep inside of him."

"You'll see. I'm sure you will..."

Matthew flies out your open window and leaves you alone. You sigh again and lie down on the bed.

You're not sure how much time passes. You drift off to sleep and are then woken up by knocking on your door. You can tell it's late. You get up off the bed and approach the door cautiously incase it's him again.

"Hello?"

"It's Lucienne. May I have a word?"

You sigh in relief and open the door. "Hello, Lucienne. Is everything alright?" You ask.

"Yes. I was just wondering if you were hungry?"

"Oh, I'll be fine. He said I won't eat at all if I wasn't going to dine with him."

"Yes, he did say that, didn't he? However, it would not feel right for me to overlook this treatment. Please come with me. Lord Morpheus bad long since gone to bed."

She gestures for you to follow her.

You sigh softly and leave your room, deciding to go along with her. You walk down the hall and reach the grand stairs. Lucienne carries on going down while you stop to look toward the west side of the house.

"What's down there?" You ask.

Lucienne stops and turns to you. "The West Wing of the palace. The Dream Lord's own bedroom is that way. Please stay away from there." She gives you a warning look.

You say nothing and follow her the rest of the way. You are led into a dining room. It's lit with candles, but it gives it an elegant look. One side of the table is set up. Lucienne leads you over to the chair and you sit down.

"Dinner is almost ready." She smiles.

You watch her disappear into a side door. Matthew lands on the table and looks at you. "Figured we couldn't let you go hungry."

You smile softly. "I don't want to get you guys in trouble."

"Don't be silly. We can handle his majesty."

Lucienne returns with a plate in her hand. She approaches the table and puts the dish down. It smells absolutely wonderful. She pours you a drink to enjoy as you eat. You thank her and dig in. Lucienne stands near you, as if waiting on you.

"Please sit with me. You don't have to be so formal."

Lucienne chuckles softly and sits down. Matthew moves over to where she is and makes himself comfortable.

"Where is he anyway?" You ask quietly.

"In his room. He hides in there often. We are not allowed to disturb him." Matthew explains.

"Why was he cursed?"

"Out of spite, perhaps. Desire often pulled stunts to get at him." Lucienne says.

"Why would someone have their sibling cursed?"

"To push him to the edge." She sighs. "I can't quite say I understand their style or dynamic, but I do know they cause our King a lot of grief sometimes. This was the one that really broke him."

You look down quietly.

"I hope..." Lucienne begins.

"Yes...?" You urge her to go on.

"I hope you may become his friend."

"His friend?"

"Our Lord is lonely. This curse had turned people away from him. He is suffering in silence. It pains me to see him this way. Please, if there is anything you can do here, it is try and befriend him."

You look down at your plate and think about it. Your options were limited here anyway. You supposed if you were stuck here, you could at least try.

"I'll think about it."

Lucienne smiles. "That's all I can ask for."

Matthew guides you back to your room after dinner. You don't notice Morpheus watching from the shadows of the western hall as you turn to the Eastern wing.

As you climb in bed that night you can't help mulling over what Lucienne had said.

He needed a friend. Perhaps with a friend, he wouldn't be so angry. You could only hope that in some way you can maybe make things better around here.

Maybe, just maybe, you'll find out to break the curse.

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Sick Day - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie notices that she’s not at school and goes looking for her.

Word Count: 1806

A/n: This came about within about the space of an hour and yet again it is completely self indulgent as apparently I’m now craving hugs from Eddie when I’m sick.

To say Eddie was surprised when she didn’t show up to school that day was an understatement. She had never missed a day of school since they had become friends way back in middle school when he’d first moved in with his uncle, he still remembers that first day he’d shown up in second hand clothes and his hair was buzz cut, some of the kids had tried to make friends but when his lack of interest in playing soccer or whatever else it was they had wanted him to do was known they had given up pretty quickly.

She hadn’t, she’d waltzed up to him with a warm smile on her face and asked him about the book that was clenched tightly in hands as if it was some comfort blanket. She’d sat and talked to him for the whole lunch period until the bell had gone and she left him with that same warm inviting smile with a hope of seeing him tomorrow. Awkwardly he had agreed, thinking she had meant that she’d see him around school so he thought nothing more of it until there she was, dressed in a cute skirt and white button up with pink cardigan yet there in her hands was her own tattered copy of Lord of the Rings. After that they had become quick friends and, despite a little resistance from her parents the first time he had come over to her house, they had been inseparable ever since.

Parking his van at the end of the driveway, he ignored the looks the neighbours gave him as he made his way up the pristine path towards her front door, knocking on it as soon as he was within reach. The door opened revealing her mom who gave her the same warm smile that her daughter gave him everyday.

He greeted her politely as he always did, despite her previous protests for him to use her name. “Is she okay, I noticed she wasn’t at school” he said, hoping it explained him unexpectedly dropping by.

“She’s fine just a little sick is all” her mom told him, her heart warmed every time she saw him show just how much he cared for her daughter and despite her friends always telling her of their displeasure with her association with him, she always ignored them and moments like this just goes to show she was right to because he was nothing like they said.

Eddie sighed in relief, everyone got sick he told himself but she was sick enough not to come to school so it must have been bad, right? “Can I see her?” he asked, his voice sounded feeble even to himself even though he knew she would be okay.

“Let me just see if she’s up for visitors” her mom nodded, letting him into the hallway and as she closed the door behind him she told him to wait there and she would go see. Two minutes later she was back in the hallway, nodding her consent to him, smiling when he thanked her. It wasn’t often her daughter was sick but after seeing the tiredness in her daughter's eyes disappear just that little bit at the mention of Eddie’s name then his visit would do her the world of good.

Climbing up the familiar surroundings of her family home, Eddie made a beeline straight for her room and even if he didn’t know which one it was the coughing he could hear would lead him straight to her. When he opened her bedroom door he could see just how tired she looked. She was propped up against the headboard with god knows how many pillows and the many blankets that covered the bed were pulled up just under her chin but despite all that she smiled as soon as her eyes found him.

“Eddie” she croaked out his name before dissolving into another coughing fit, her body shaking with the force of it as she buried her face into the blankets.

“Hey shh, don’t get yourself all worked up for little old me” he joked, trying to lighten her mood and he guessed it worked as once the coughing had subsided she looked a little brighter, although her eyes were glazed over with tears from all the coughing she’d just done. Bringing a hand out from her little blanket fort, she dried her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt before she opened her arms to him.

He knew exactly what she was expecting and he couldn’t turn her down at the best of times, let alone when she looked so small and vulnerable when she was sick. He sat next to her on the bed as she practically launched herself onto him, pulling him in for a much needed hug as she let him wrap his arms around her middle and rub them softly up and down her back comfortingly. “Jesus sweetheart your nose is like ice” he chuckled as she nuzzled her face into his neck causing him to flinch at the coldness.

“Mhmm” she hummed as she pulled away and bundled the blankets up around her again, “can’t get warm” she pouted, her body shivering as if on cue with her words.

He hated seeing her suffering, it always broke his heart when she was upset. Didn’t matter whether it was when they were kids and she fell over on the gravel outside his trailer and grazed her knees or when she turned up on his doorstep, makeup running from her tears when her first boyfriend broke her heart or right now snuggled up in bed with wet eyes and pouty lips shivering under a pile of blankets. The truth was he loved her, though he still hadn’t figured out if it was a protective brotherly type of love or the romantic kind but it didn’t matter, the statement still stood true.

“Hey I uh have an idea” he said as he toed his sneakers off, leaving them neatly at the end of her bed and shrugging his leather jacket off which he draped over her desk chair before coming back to the bed. “Scoot forward a little” he instructed and she did as he asked, shuffling forward and whimpering when the air hit her back leaving her feeling colder than she already was.

“Eddie, what’re you doing?” she asked, confused as he settled on the bed, directly behind her with his legs on either side of her so that she was now sitting in between them.

“Cuddling duh” he teased, motioning for her to lean back. She hesitated for a second, sure they cuddled often, hell they had even shared a bed plenty of times but this felt different, intimate in a way that she couldn’t describe. However the allure of his body heat was too much for her to resist for long and she sunk back against him, letting him pull the blankets back up around her and he cocooned her in when he left his arms on top of the blankets so they rested under his armpits.

“This is nice” she hummed, snug under the blanket with his warm chest pressed against her back as she let her hands rest on his knees under the covers as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Warm enough?” he had started to ask when he felt one of her cold hands dip under the rip in his jeans to rest against the bare skin of his knee and it ended with him hissing at her icy touch. The giggle that came from her was worth it though, until like before her body was racked with coughs and all he could do was hold her until they passed.

“Sorry” she muttered when they’d passed, feeling sorry for herself again as she tucked her face into the crook of his neck.

While he couldn’t see her face, he knew she was fighting back tears as he could hear how her breathing changed, the slowly steady breath now irregular and the rise of her chest confirmed he was right. “No, no you don’t have to be sorry at all” he spoke quietly in hopes of soothing her as his hand awkwardly came up to run through her hair and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to the crown of her head. “You know there’s no place I’d rather be than with my favourite girl” he added, in hopes that it would make her smile but also because it was true.

Favourite girl? If she was feeling herself, she would have pushed the topic and teased him until he revealed what it meant because she knew he couldn’t keep anything from her even if he tried but right now she was too tired so she settled for a weak, “Even when she’s ill and stealing your body heat”

“Even then” Eddie had replied with a smile that she could hear in his voice rather than see and it settled her self loathing for now. “How about I read to you, Uncle Wayne always used to read to me when I was ill and it helped take my mind off being sick” he suggested, his arms squeezing tighter around her and tightening the hug until she was nodding and then he reached over onto her nightstand for her copy of Lord of the Rings that she always kept there instead of on her bookcase with the rest of her books.

“This book is largely concerned with Hobbits, and from its pages a reader may discover much of their character and a little of their history.” Eddie begins, his eyes focused on the page as he reads the prologue and he hears her hum in content as she melts further against him as he reads on.

Two hours later, her mom comes into the room to see how they’re doing and is only half surprised to find her daughter asleep in Eddie’s arms and Eddie himself asleep with his head lolled back against the stack of pillows. Her eyes finding the book that lay face down on the bed, she smiles as she gently picks it up and soothes down a couple of the bent pages from where it fell as she knew how much it means to her daughter before she deposits it back on the nightstand. She turns the light off as she closes the door behind her, wondering to herself as she always did when she saw the two of them together how long it would take them to realise their feelings for each other as it seems that they were the only two oblivious to their feelings. Either way whatever they chose she knows that as long as her daughter has Eddie in her life she will be well looked after and loved.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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fandom-hyperfixation · 10 months

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𝗗 𝗥 𝗘 𝗔 𝗠 𝗜 𝗡 𝗚

Summary: You had a dream but unfortunately there was a misunderstanding.

Characters: Valtor x Reader (she/her) / Bloom

Words: 1091

Warnings: Implied smut/Nsfw, some spice but nothing detailed. Cuddling with a friend. Secret relationship. Enemy to lovers. Kind of betrayal. (Please let me know if I should add anything)

A/n: Hey Ho. Well, this is only the second fandom for which I post fanfiction and I haven’t written for a while. And my native language is not English, so please forgive me for any mistakes and it was more of a spontaneous idea I had. Please just don’t expect a Jane Austen novel. (I'm not nervous, you are xD) Okay, I’ll stop talking now and just hope that at least one person will kind of enjoy this here. Have a great day/evening/night.

"Y/N! Hey, Y/N, wake up. You’re having a nightmare." The voice of bloom breaks through the wonderful dream you just had.

"Y/N, come on, please, you have to wake up, it’s all right, I’m here, it’s just a bad dream."

Confused, you slowely open your eyes but the second after you closed them again, blinded by the bright light of the lid lamp.

"Ugh," escapes your mouth while you press your face into the pillow.

"Y/N, finally! Everything is fine." Bloom’s deliberate calming words only add to your confusion. More carefully this time you turn your head to look at her.

The brightness lets small tears shimmer in your eyes, quickly you try to blink them away.

"What’s the matter?" you ask without really opening your mouth but Bloom understood you anyway.

She carefully puts a hand on your cheek, stroking a tear from your skin with her thumb. "Hey, don’t cry. Everything's okay, it was just a nightmare, don’t worry, Valtor’s not here."

Suddenly your eyes widen, "What? Valtor?" Your voice sounds nervous as you're pushing yourself up to sit, capturing her gaze with your own.

"Hey, I told you everything was okay. It was just a bad dream. You called Valtor’s name in your sleep, I can understand it, I often dream about him. But we’re with you, we protect each other, don’t worry."

The Guardian of the Dragon Flame moved closer to hug you. Still overwhelmed you let it happen, placing your head on her shoulder.

You can’t find the right words to get yourself out of this uncomfortable situation. And the only option you have is to play along and just agree.

You close your eyes, still not accustomed to the brightness and two more small tears roll over your cheeks, your chin and finally land on Bloom’s arm.

Your friend sighs, "Back a little, I can sleep next to you, maybe we’ll both dream better."

In your head you hear the laughing of the lord of evil. He's laughing at you for this situation. Gloatingly, teasingly.

You nod indecisively but at the same time shake your head to banish the magician from your thoughts, which rather ends in a strange circular movement.

The fairy lets you go and crawls behind you on the bed, patting on the mattress next to her and slowly you lie down.

With a snap, the light goes out. Bloom approaches you, wraps an arm around you before snuggling up to you.

You grab her hand to cross your fingers with hers.

"Try to sleep a bit more, I’m here now," she whispered.

Your heart is racing incessantly as you can do nothing but nod again, it has absolutely taken your breath away.

For the next few minutes it is quiet, you do not dare to move. Not until you are aware of the regular breath of the fairy. She fell asleep.

You sigh and are sure that your cheek must be red like a tomato from shame.

Your mind worked at full speed to realize and process the things that have just happened. You must summon all self-control to avoid giggling. At the same time, however, you feel your guilty conscience eating through your body, burying cell by cell.

Your friends were always there for you, they helped you every second without asking questions, they trusted you blindly, just like you trusted them. They made every effort to protect and support you.

You all had nightmares about all the things you had to go through and survive. But since Valtor came into your lives, everything has gotten worse. Hardly anyone can sleep for a whole night. Hardly anyone can dream of anything beautiful.

Hardly anyone can feel something like true joy.

But while all your friends were plagued with nightmares and are not allowed to have a careless second because of the dark wizard, he is the reason that you can sleep well. That you still feel something like satisfaction or happiness and can forget all that terrible things for a moment.

It was pure irony.

While they all suffered because of the wizard, every night you dream of his hands gliding over your entire body when you sneaked out of Alfea to meet him in the cloud tower again. How his lips invade every spot of your body, leading you into another dimension. How his rough voice sounds musically in your ears when he groans your name or tells you how perfect you are for him. How his hot breath flits over your skin when you lie in front of him on the desk. How he makes you feel as good as no other has done before.

What was your dream, was their nightmare.

What became your joy, became their sadness.

What deprived them of all their powers was what made you feel more alive than ever.

Valtor was their curse, but he was your blessing.

The more you thought about it, the more your mind became weary. And as soon as your eyes closed, you were back at the sport you were before Bloom woke you up.

In a storeroom in the cloud tower, without clothes, while the magician knelt in front of you, throwing your head back in pleasure.

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In the cloud tower, Valtor laughed deeply as he turned his gaze away from the sphere through which he had observed you and your friend.

He could hardly wait to make you blush with the events of today and evoke your shy side the next time you would come to him, your enemy, to wind under him in passion.

He had taken off his coat and pulled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. Sitting in the big desk chair he turned in a semicircle. He looked through the large windows of Miss Griffin’s office into the dark night. Then he leaned back, closing his eyes as well before mentally diving into the same memories you are exploring.

This little fairy had fallen for him, just like he had fallen for her.

Thanks for reading. 💚

#winx club #winx club fanfiction #winx club valtor #valtor fanfiction #valtor smut #valtor x reader #winx club valtor x reader #winx club villains #winx club bloom

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vox-ex · 6 months

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cottage

supercorptober 2023

I don’t want to lose a single thread from the intricate brocade of this happiness

-Mary Oliver

or Lena and Kara return to her childhood home in Ireland for a second time a year later

a follow-up to day 1 wild

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Autumn makes the ground grow soft. Readying the earth to yield itself to the weight of rain and snow and the tread of boots until it can give way again to a verdant Spring.

She lets herself be soft with it. Lets herself sink into the earth just a little. Lets the tall grass cover her. She inhales deeply, the scent of moss and heather filling her lungs. The world is slow and steady, its urgency buried far beneath the soil now — far beneath her.

She hears the door close in the distance.

Knows Kara's voice will soon follow.

"I'm back."

She pushes onto her elbows, sits with her legs stretched out in front of her, brushes some of the grass from her knees. Knows there is more still clinging to her back when she feels the faint dampness of her sweater touch her skin.

Her feet follow the well-worn path through the meadow back.

As she stepped inside, the cottage seemed to breathe with a gentle sigh, its stone and timbers settling into the rhythm of the world a little bit more each time they came back.

Kara is right there, balancing on one foot as she pulls at her boot, her muddy footprints marking the wooden floor as she hops back and forth.

Lena chuckles softly to herself at the sight.

"I'll clean it up, I promise," she murmurs, tongue pressed tight between her lips in concentration.

"I know you will." Lena goes over, presses a kiss to her cheek, and walks back towards the kitchen.

Kara's hand slips from the wall, but she manages to pull her boot off before falling, raising it up triumphantly.

"ah-ha!"

But Lena misses the grin on her face, misses the playfulness in her eyes.

Doesn't realize she's stopped with her hand on the door jam until she feels Kara's arms wrap around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder.

"You okay?"

Lena nods, fingers tracing the marks there, softer now, worn, faded just a little. "I'm fine."

She counts all the marks on the door.

Wonders if she will ever stop noticing them.

Wonders if she wants to.

The two beneath her fingers are a year old now.

But the two to right are nearly brand new.

The four at the bottom are as old as the room itself.

There's one last one now too, about halfway up, Esme's name etched beside it.

She can feel the warmth of Kara's body seeping into hers. She leans back into her.

"I still think Alex cheated. There's no way she's the same height as me."

The heaviness in her chest gives way to the lightness in Kara's voice, and she lets out a quiet laugh.

Kara turns her around, arms wrapping fully around her as she presses them together.

"Is it cold out?"

Lena tilts her head back, chin resting on Kara's sternum.

"Just a little."

"Your sweater is a little damp."

She rubs her hands up and down her back, crinkle in her brow.

Lena nods, voice a little tired now, despite the early evening.

"Just a little."

Kara pulls away just a little. Pulls the sweater she's wearing over her head, letting the white cotton t-shirt underneath lift up just enough that Lena's fingers can trace the strip of skin at her waist.

"You're lucky I'm not ticklish." Kara grins, holding out her sweater towards Lena.

Lena smiles, taking it and trading it for her own. The warmth of Kara's body still lingering on the fabric.

Come on," Kara says softly, tugging at her hand. "Let's go lay down for a bit."

And this time, Kara leads them back not into the meadow but into the room here that has become theirs — into the bed that has become theirs.

Strands of dark hair spilled across Kara's chest and the soft cotton of the linen sheets beneath them. She reaches out to take Kara's hand, threading their fingers together as they sink into the mattress as if it were the soft Autumn earth. But the ground outside is not the only thing that has grown softer. She has grown softer, too. Not just in the way one's body does; in the way the earth does — rounded at its edges from time, from all the things that have pressed against it. But she is softer too with her grief, with her pain — with herself.

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

#supercorptober #supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober2023 #I just couldn't pass up writing a part 2 to day 1 #or writing another prompt for a Mary Oliver poem #I don't want to lose #softness disguised as heaviness #heaviness disguised as softness #so many parallels to day 1 #I'm sorry #hope it works #here's to trying things out

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if-mirrormine · 8 months

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where's my love?

summary: rowan finally manages to work up the courage to tell grayson how she feels about him but when she accidentally overhears a conversation between grayson and kelsey, everything comes crashing down.

pairing: grayson x rowan (f!oc)

word count: 1992

this drabble is for the lovely @falon-fen! she asked for angst in the form of a love confession gone wrong and i went a little overboard but as the resident angst gremlin, who am i to say no? i really hope you enjoy bestie!

also a big shout out to @softfairies for proofreading this for me. ily bestie <3

rowan paces the length of her bedroom, her stomach in knots and anxiety crowding her chest, making it near impossible to breathe normally. gralex watches her curiously from her perch on the bed, her head tilted to the side and following her owner's movements in a way that's almost comical. she'd locked herself and the cat in here almost an hour ago with the intention of building up her courage, but all she's done since then is worry. her feelings for grayson are all she's been able to think about for days, having grown exponentially despite there being no real reason. nothing has changed, she's still rowan and he's still grayson, but there's something distinctly different about their relationship that she can't quite put her finger on. she knows she needs to tell him, and yet she doesn't know if she's willing to risk losing him altogether.

gralex lets out a long, drawn-out meow and rowan stops to look at her pet. "i'm trying, okay!" she says, settling her hands on her hips. "it's really nerve-wracking. what if he doesn't feel the same way?" the cat meows again, dispassionately, and she sighs, burying her face in her hands. "fine, i'm going!" she walks over to the door and wraps her fingers around the handle before stopping to look over her shoulder. "but if it doesn't work out, no more catnip." gralex does nothing but stare at her and she wilts slightly under the intensity in her big, yellow eyes. "i don't mean that," she adds quietly, slipping out of the room before she can talk herself out of it.

grayson's room is just down the hall, only eight steps away from hers. eight simple steps that she’s taken too many times to count, every day throughout this week, in the dead of night when the world is quiet and she feels confident enough to make her move. her confidence typically dwindles by the time she raises a hand to knock on the door and then she chickens out altogether, running back to the safety of her room before she can be caught. but not this time, she tells herself. this time she really is going to do it.

she comes to a stop in front of his room and takes a deep breath to calm her nerves. you can do this, she thinks as she flexes her fingers. the door is slightly ajar, and she can see him through the sliver of space, standing with his back to her and a hand in his hair. she realises then that he’s on the phone and she stops to listen to the conversation. she knows it’s wrong, but she just can’t seem to stop herself.

“there’s something i need to tell you,” he says, clearing his throat and ducking his head to look at his feet. “it’s important.”

rowan wracks her brain as she tries to think of who he might be talking to. besides herself, he doesn’t exactly have friends, and despite all the time he’s spent with kennedy and alex, they’re more her friends than his. she doubts he’d be talking to her mother or callie, and neither of his parents speak english. that only leaves kelsey; the only person he spends just as much time with as he does with her. but despite that, she can’t imagine what he might have to say to her.

“this isn’t easy for me --” he says, sighing as the woman on the other line cuts him off. after a moment, he nods, and rowan waits with bated breath to hear what he has to say. “okay, here goes...” he pauses momentarily and when he speaks next, the words tumble out of his mouth in a rush. “i love you! i’m in love with you, have been for a really, really long time. and i know i should've said something sooner but i've just been so afraid of ruining what we have.”

rowan sucks in a sharp breath, stumbling backwards and she feels as if her heart has just shattered in her chest. of course he’s in love with someone else, with the detective. she'd been an idiot to think she ever stood a chance in comparison, not when the detective is everything she’s not. confident and beautiful, she does and says whatever she wants, not caring what anyone else thinks. it's only natural that grayson would want to be with her instead.

silent tears begin to stream down her face as she rushes back to her bedroom, desperate for the safety that it provides. but as she presses her back against the door, struggling to breath, it feels all wrong. instead of feeling safe and protected, it just feels as though the walls are closing in on her, sucking all the air out of the room and suffocating her. gralex chirps softly at her from the bed and she rushes over to scoop the feline in her arms. cradling her, rowan buries her face in the soft, brown fur and attempts to stop crying. the tears don’t stop however and, in that moment, she realises she can't stay in the apartment any longer.

with gralex still clutched tight in her arms, she bolts out of her room and out the front door, desperately hoping to outrun the heartbreak that threatens to swallow her whole.

grayson stands idly in the middle of his room, his phone pressed to his ear and his free hand on his hip. the silence is almost deafening and as the seconds tick by, he clears his throat. “okay,” he says, his voice clipped. “your turn to say something.”

“i don’t know,” kelsey says and he rolls his eyes at her bored tone. “how do you really feel about rowan?”

“you’re not helping,” he grumbles, shifting on his feet before going to sit on the edge of his bed. he'd only asked the woman to help with finding a way to admit his feelings since she’s the only other person who knew him best, but he’s beginning to regret it now. at this point, it would be easier to just send his best friend an email confessing his love for her instead.

kelsey scoffs, though it’s evident she finds the whole thing amusing. “i’m just teasing you, gray,” she says. “it’s good; you’ve got this.”

“really?” he asks, dubious that the detective truly has that much faith in him. “you don’t think i'm gonna make a big fool of myself?”

“no, grayson,” she says, her tone dry. “honestly, it doesn’t matter what you say, just as long as you say it.”

he sighs again but nods nonetheless. “okay.”

“now go tell her and do not call me again unless it’s to tell me that you two are getting married.”

he laughs at that, letting himself hope for a moment. “might be a little early for a wedding, don’t you think?”

“whatever,” she says and despite not being able to see her, he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “i mean it though; i’m picking emerson up from her dad’s in twenty minutes so i only want to hear from you if it’s good news.”

“you got it. tell em I said hi.”

after promising to do so, she hangs up and he stares down at his phone as if it holds more power than it really does. kelsey may have boosted his confidence somewhat but that doesn’t make it any less difficult. he's been carrying the fear of losing rowan for sixteen years; there’s no easy way to just put those feelings aside no matter how ready he feels to do so.

but then again, it’s been sixteen years. it’s time to be honest.

he stands tall, his head held high and his shoulders back, and struts out of his room with as much of kelsey's imparted confidence as he can muster. he walks straight towards rowan’s bedroom, knocking on the door before he can convince himself otherwise. he waits patiently, taking calm and measured breaths, but as the seconds tick by, he gets more anxious. when the seconds turn to minutes, he frowns and knocks again only to be met by stony silence.

“rowan?” he calls tentatively as he pushes open the door. the room is empty and he stands in the doorway in confusion. the last he’d seen her was an hour ago, when she rushed in here with gralex like her life depended on it. he hadn’t questioned it then but maybe he should’ve.

stepping back, he calls for her again, louder this time, as he walks through the apartment in search of her. when he finally stops in the living room, neither his best friend nor her cat to be found, his heart begins to race. he’s transported back ten years, reliving his worst nightmare where he lost the only person he’s ever been able to love. he rushes to find his phone and dials her number with shaking hands, praying that she’ll pick up to any god that will listen.

she picks up on the fifth ring, a disheartened “yeah?” filtering through the speaker and grayson breathes a sigh of relief. thank god she’s okay.

“hey,” he says, trying and failing to keep his voice steady. he shuts his eyes and drags a hand down his face. he needs to get it together. “where are you? and gralex?”

rowan takes a deep breath and he frowns at her hesitance, palpable even through the phone. “she’s with me,” she replies eventually. “i just... i went out for a walk.”

“do you know when you’ll be back?” he tries not sound desperate, like he needs her by his side at every waking moment, but it’s difficult not to when it’s the truth. “there’s something i need to talk to you about it.”

she inhales sharply, the sound freezing him in place and causing his worry to return tenfold. “i don’t know, grayson... not for a while.”

her words come out strained, almost as if she’s trying not to cry and grayson feels a fire light inside of him, his heart and lungs consumed by the flames. “what’s wrong?” he asks quickly, his tone pleading and if he weren’t so worried, he might’ve cringed at the sound.

“can we not do this right now?”

don’t say it, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut. please don’t say it. “do what, ro?”

something of a strangled sob crackles through the speaker and he feels his chest tighten painfully. “i just don’t want to speak to you right now,” she says through gritted teeth and he sinks down on the couch, his legs no longer willing to support him.

there it is.

“did –” he stops himself when his voice breaks and he clears his throat in hopes that it’ll conceal his hurt feelings. “did i do something wrong?”

she doesn’t answer for a long moment and he can picture the pain in her brown eyes, the quivering of her bottom lip, the tears streaking down her rosy cheeks. and he feels his own eyes start to well up. “i’ll see you later, gray,” she says quietly and there’s no mistaking the shake in her voice. a tell tale sign she’s begun to cry.

he begins to panic again, crying out an urgent “rowan, wait!” but she’s already hung up before he can even finish. he stares at his phone in shock as his emotions well up inside of him, his hurt and his anger and his worry all melting together into something new and indescribable and before he knows what he’s doing, he hurls his phone across the room with a roar.

after a moment, he sinks back down on the couch, his chest heaving and his face wet with tears. and as he sits by himself, the silence weighing heavy on his shoulders, he can’t help but feel like he’s lost her all over again.

#NO ONE LOOK AT ME #ill cry #mm: grayson #mirror mine

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centralperkchenford · 6 months

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Chenford + post season 5 finale, chenford hugging but Lucy don’t want to let go yet because she feels safe when Tim holds her

Chenford + at the hospital and all their feelings come out.

I combined this with a NGL prompt

Lay back and let go You don’t even have to say anything,

“Let’s go.” Tim whispers to Lucy who is staring absently into space. He winces at the large bruise on her neck. He feels a rush of anger and guilt, anger that man put his hands on her like that and guilt because he couldn’t get to her quick enough.

He nudged her and she slips her hand into his, it feels cold so he rubs it between his two hands before pulling her forward to the shop. He watches her climb in, her movements slow and stiff. She shoots him a look when she sees he’s watching so he walks to the driver’s side and slides in.

Lucy reaches across the console and grabs his hand, he squeezes it but she doesn’t let go.

“Are you okay?” He asks her. She bites her lip and then her cheek and looks over at him.

“It’s been.. a long few days.” She answers. “I’m managing but—”

“You are worried about Aaron.”

“And everybody we care about.” She says. “Nyla. Nolan. Angela and Wesley are fine but what if…thank goodness Tamara is out of town.”

Tim sighs as he pulls up to the hospital, he doesn’t really want to get checked but he told Grey they would. Lucy looks over at him and there are tears in her eyes.

“You.” She says. He looks at her confused but she doesn’t answer instead she opens the door and hops down. Tim does the same and then goes in front of the truck to meet her.

She latches on to him, her whole body wrapping around him. He’s used to this, she likes to cuddle likes to feel him against her. He doesn’t mind at all, he likes having her close. But this is different she clings onto him, her fingers digging into his shirt. He hugs her back putting his chin on the top of her head.

“Luce.” He mutters. “Let’s go inside. The quicker we do this, the faster we can get home.” Lucy fingers dig in deeper and she buries her face into his chest.

“I could have lost you.” She says into his chest. “There were so many.”

Tim sighs and adjusts her so she’s still tucked into his side but they can start moving. “I know. I could have lost you too.” He says remembering the man’s hands at her throat. They get to the hospital entrance and Tim takes a deep breath.

“We are okay.” He says. “We survived baby.”

She just clings onto him some more as they walk in to get some help. “Don’t let go.” She mutters and he looks down at her. “It makes me feel safe.” His heart breaks a little and he kisses the top of her head.

They are checked over although it’s a bit difficult with Lucy clinging to him. The nurse starts to say something but Tim shoots her a glare, if Lucy wanted to cling on to him because it’s the only thing that makes her feel safe. Then so be it, he’s going to let her.

“You both look okay.” Says the nurse. “You both have cracked ribs so I will get some paid meds but other than that you are good to go.”

The nurse leaves and it takes a couple minutes for Tim to realize that Lucy is shaking and sobbing into his chest. Her fingers gripping his shirt, he rubs her back in soothing circles.

“Lucy, what’s wrong? We are both going to be okay.” He says softly. She stuffs loudly and looks up at him with tears in her eyes.

“You could have died. I could have died. You should have been with your team Tim. I mean I’m glad you weren’t.” She says and Tim shudders at the thought of Lucy alone fighting all the bad guys off.

“I would have rather been with you whether there was a threat or not. I always want to be around you Lucy.” He says and he cups her face. “You are more important than knocking down doors with metro. I know you don’t need protection but—” He pauses as he continues to rub circles on her back.

“If I can be there and help you I want to be.” He says and then he kisses the side of her head. He takes a deep breath rubs her arm up and down. “I love you.”

Lucy makes a gasping sound like she’s trying to catch her breath. They hadn’t said I love you yet although they showed it in everything they did. Taking the desk job. Willing to move stations. Getting him into metro no matter the cost. Being supportive of her decision to do undercover no matter how nervous it made him.

Everything they did, everything they said it was done and said with love. He isn’t expecting her to say it back knowing how she is.

It’s not that he thinks she doesn’t love him. He has a pretty good feeling about that. It’s the fact that he doesn’t want her to feel pressured.

He’s about to say that but she beats him to it. “I love you too.” She says and then her lips crash into his and its frantic and messy. He barely has time to register what she just said because she’s pulling him closer and rests her forehead against his with tears in her eyes. “I love you so much Tim. And I’m scared I’m going to lose you.”

“You won’t.” He says fiercely like she did when she got back from being undercover. “Because I will fight. I will fight for you and I will fight for us. I love you too much to ever let you go.”

She just blinks up at him and cups his face. “Okay.” She says her voice soft and light. “Okay we will fight.”

And god he loves her.

He pulls her so she is basically sitting on his lap. He kisses her gently and then hugs her. Whatever was out there, whoever was out there trying to take them down they would fight and they would fight together.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #chenford fanfic #chenford fic #anon answered

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beaker1636 · 6 months

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Fireworks - Chris Motionless Smut

AN: Requested by @motionlessindoubt I hope this is what you wanted when you requested Chris smut where he distracts you from your overstimulation/anxiety after watching fireworks. Hope you enjoy!

“The fireworks are about to begin, we are all getting ready to go down to the beach baby,” Chris says, coming up behind you to leave a kiss on the top of your head before he shuts your laptop.

“I wasn’t done-”

He cuts you off, “no, the numbers can wait. You work for us and we are your bosses, as one of your bosses I say that the work can wait until tomorrow. You have hidden in the room all day working on things while we were out, come and enjoy some things with us for a while. AJ is already grilling burgers and hotdogs down on the beach, some of the guys bought some beer. Come relax and enjoy fireworks tonight with us, I will help you finish whatever you are doing tomorrow.”

You sigh, knowing that there is no way you will win this argument, so you let him grab your hand and pull you to your feet before the two of you step out of the hotel and make your way to the beach with everyone else.

“Holy shit, you actually got her away from her work,” Ricky says with a smile, teasing you as the two of you walk up to the group, handing you a cold beer.

“Thank you,” you murmur softly, still a little annoyed that you aren’t being allowed to finish your work.

“I didn’t give her a choice, it is an off day, she can come and enjoy part of it,” Chris answers, standing behind you with his hands on your waist as you start to talk with the band and crew, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere as you all enjoy the food that AJ is grilling, and the warm sun on your skin as it starts to set.

You are quiet most of the time, just listening to the conversations everyone was having, laughing at Vinny being his usual clown self. It was enjoyable to just get to relax, even if you noticed that Ricky had his camera out quite a bit recording people. Ryan had his camera out to get some pictures of all of you when he caught a decent one.

Finally it was dark, the beach getting much more crowded as people were coming to watch the fireworks show. It was honestly starting to overwhelm you being surrounded by people. Chris had noticed your mood changed and pulled you from where you were sitting on to his lap, you can tell you are blushing at his actions.

“Chris, we haven’t gone public yet, what if someone snaps a photo or something?” you ask him softly, but still leaning back into his arms and relaxing.

“Then people know, I really don’t care if you don’t,” he says, brushing your hair over on one shoulder so that he can rest his chin on it.

“Okay, I can deal with it,” you answer, turning to give him a soft kiss before turning your attention towards the fireworks display that was now starting.

Some of the really loud ones were starting to get to you a little bit and Chris can tell, rubbing your shoulders softly when you begin to jump a little each time another loud one goes off.

“Do we need to go back baby, if they are bothering you we can dip out early,” he asks you softly, more concerned about you being okay than about enjoying the show that was happening in front of the two of you.

“I’ll be fine, the louder ones are just overwhelming me a little bit is all, nothing bad. I want us to enjoy this moment,” you respond, but when another loud one goes off you can’t prevent the little jump that you let out.

Chris says nothing, but continues to worry about you a little bit. He knows that you are only sticking it out for him, because he was looking forward to this and he doesn’t want you to suffer to make him happy.

When the grand finale hits, a lot of them go off all at once and loud enough to push you over the edge. You turn and bury your face in his chest, not watching them any longer as the loudness and brightness of them all going off all at once overwhelms you, and is finally enough that you break down a little bit.

He doesn’t wait for the finale to end, he sends a message to Rick saying that the two of you were leaving because you were really tired and would see them all the next morning. He then grabs your hand, holding tightly as he weaves through the people on the beach and walks with you back to the hotel room, trying to ignore your whimpers when more of them go off.

The two of you make your way into your shared hotel room, and he is quickly going through your suitcase, finding your anxiety medicine and pulling one out of the bottle for you, handing it to you so you can take it. Both of you sit on the bed, Chris holding you close as it slowly kicks in, easing your tension and relaxing you.

“I-I’m sorry we had to leave early,” you say softly once the wave of anxiety leaves your body, you now feel like you talk and do things again.

“I don’t care that we had to leave, all I care about is that you are okay. I’ve seen what happens when you have ignored it for too long before and I didn’t want that to happen tonight, I care about you,” he says softly, a hand leaning forward to brush some of your hair behind your ear as he speaks to you.

“Loud noises can sometimes trigger me, especially when it’s not loud music or things that are normal. Booms and stuff can just…. I’m sorry Chris, I feel like I ruined your night,” you say, now feeling a bit guilty that he didn’t get to spend the rest of his night with the crew. “Now that the fireworks are done we can walk back down there, or you can if you want to. I know they’re all still down there drinking and enjoying the band that was playing on the beach.”

“I would rather be here with you right now,” he answers, placing a hand on your cheek and making you look at him.

His lips softly meet yours, pulling you into a gentle, loving kiss. There is no rush between either of you, just enjoying the closeness and feeling of being with each other. Slowly he moves, pushing you on your back and crawling over the top of you, one of his hands settling on your waist as his other holds him up over you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him closer to you as the kiss deepens, his tongue slowly finding yours as you both continue this song and dance. You never really get to have these moments on the bus, hell the two of you haven’t had sex yet as your relationship is fairly new and neither of you wanted to attempt it on the crowded bus.

You feel one of his hands starting to slide underneath your shirt, moving up your torso before it stops on top of your bra, waiting for you to let him know that this is okay with you. You move, resting your hand on top of his in your own silent way of letting him know that he could continue.

That is all the indicator that he needs, pulling away from your lips long enough to slip his shirt off and to pull yours off as well before he captures your lips in another kiss again, this time more heated as he starts to massage your breast through your bra, eventually slipping his hand underneath the cup as his lips move slowly along your jaw towards your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe for a second.

“Can I keep going? I need to know that you want this too before I continue,” he asks you, shivering as his breath hits your skin.

“Yes, please,” you say softly, shifting your hips so they meet his, causing a friction between the two of you that makes you both gasp at the sensation.

He accepts your answer and reaches around behind you to unhook your bra, it being flung, who knows where as he dips his head down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples, nipping and teasing you making you whine, which in turn makes him smile against your skin. He continues to take his time, moving to the other one knowing that he is driving you nuts. Chris wants you to really enjoy your first time with him, make you want more but also make sure that you know that he cares about you and wants you to feel good.

You however are getting impatient, moving your hands down to his jeans. Popping the button open and pulling the zipper down, teasingly rubbing your hand along his erection as you slide them down. He lifts his hips so that you can slide his jeans off of him, groaning when you now stroke him through the material of his boxers. He isn’t sure what he should expect from you as you are a bit on the shy side, but he didn’t expect that you would just go for it.

His lips move, meeting yours again before he slides his hands down your body, grabbing your own shorts and sliding them down your hips with your panties, deciding to just rid you of everything at once before grabbing the hand that you are stroking him with and stopping you.

“Don’t, let me focus on you right now,” he says, pulling your hand away from him before pulling away from you.

You instantly blush when you realize that he is moving so that he is between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as they make his way towards where you currently need him most.

He finally teasingly runs a couple of his fingers up your folds, stopping when they reach your clit and circle it slowly making you whine as you look at him, making eye contact with him as he continues to barely touch you.

You reach down, grabbing his hand with your own before leading it towards your opening, silently urging him to finally sink his fingers inside of you. He looks down at your hands before meeting your eyes again, finally doing as you wish, slowly easing two of his long fingers inside of you all while maintaining that eye contact with you. Watching you as you shift, gasping at the feeling before he looks back down at what he was doing, starting to thrust his fingers inside of you, enjoying watching them sink inside of you as he did it.

“You’re taking me so well, so wet for me,” he groans softly, noting how you seemed to grow wetter just from his words. “Fuck, you like it when I talk like that to you?” he asks.

You nod your head, the words unable to form as he gets rougher with you finally, curving his fingers upwards, smirking when you suddenly moan when he finds the right spot, now making sure to curl his fingers over it each time they sink inside of you.

“I want you to cum on my hand first before I sink my cock inside of you, want to make you feel good first,” he growls, now using his thumb to circle your clit as his fingers continue to work that spot inside of you, feeling you clench around them as you grow closer towards your orgasm.

“Come on y/n, be a good girl and cum for me,” that was enough to push you over the edge, his words igniting something inside of you that has you suddenly arching your back as you gasp out, your orgasm hitting you. He slows down his movements, letting you come down from your high before he moves away.

He is now settled over you again, his lips finding yours as he pulls you into another kiss that leaves you wanting more, craving him. While you are distracted he reaches down to line himself up with you, slowly entering you, both of you gasping at the feeling that washes over the two of you at the contact.

The two of you continue to kiss as he thrusts inside of you, taking his time to bring both of you towards the edge together. He can tell he is getting close, and with how you are clenching around him he knows that you are getting close again yourself. He pulls his lips just slightly away from yours for a second.

“Cum with me,” he says softly, grabbing one of your hands to move it between your thighs, wanting you to rub your clit as he gets a bit rougher with his thrusts. You take the hint and do what he wants, it throws you over the edge again, you clenching harshly around him and causing his own orgasm to wash over him, slowing his movements as he finishes.

He slowly pulls out of you as he leaves several gentle kisses on your lips before pulling away from you, giving you the space you need to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up.

When you step back towards the main part of the hotel room he is handing you one of his shirts and your pajama pants for you to sleep in, letting you get dressed before dragging you back into the bed, arms wrapping tightly around you and pulling you into his chest.

“You don’t have to baby me you know,” you say softly, wanting him to know that while you are enjoying this that he doesn’t have to be this way with you.

“I know but I want to, we can’t really cuddle much on the bus and it’s another week before we are in a hotel again. Let me enjoy the moment,” he says softly, a hand moving to run along your back underneath the shirt you have on.

“Okay, don’t forget you have to help me finish my work tomorrow when we are on the bus, also I know you were trying to help me with my overstimulation and anxiety, but that is definitely not how I expected you to do so.” you say, teasing him before you leave a gentle kiss on his chest.

“Yeah yeah, I know. And hey, at least the distraction worked,” he rolls his eyes before he moves a little bit to turn the lamp off but pauses when you both suddenly hear Vinny through your hotel wall.

“Oh Chris, harder,” in an exaggerated voice, followed by him and Rick laughing.

You can feel your face turn bright red, knowing that tomorrow you will have to face both of them now that you are aware that they have heard the two of you. Chris laughs when he feels you bury your face in his neck, knowing that you are embarrassed.

“Can’t keep any secrets on tour,” he teases, picking on you now that the light is off. “At least we can get laid,” he says this last part loudly, hoping that they can hear him.

“Fuck you Chris,” Vin yells back, laughing again.

“I’m hiding in my bunk tomorrow,” you now mumble, shifting slightly so you are more comfortable before allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

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can you do fluff headcannons of a soft kayo x a shy fem reader it can be anything your choice.

please and thank you!

Valorant Agents with a Shy S/O

(KAY/O, Sova, Chamber, Reyna)

CW : GN!Reader, Shy!Reader

A/N : I hope this is what you meant! If you want something different feel free to shoot me another request. This was super fun to write!

KAY/O :

He doesn’t understand why you’re so shy, everyone deserves to hear you!!

‘You’re so smart Y/N, don’t let those weaklings scare you’ (he tries)

He will realize that you can’t really help it and do tasks for you

He helps you order food, talks to Brim on mission reports, etc.

Overall, he just steps up to be your bodyguard

“What’s the mission report, Y/N? Did you even get the piece?” Brim sighed, anger apparent in his voice. You knew that the mission didn’t go to plan but that didn’t mean he had to take it out on you! Your hands went clammy and you looked away, anxiety coursing through you.

“They didn’t but it was Chamber’s fault. His gun triggered an alarm and she almost got locked in. You don’t need to be so harsh, Captain.” Kayo put his arm in front, pushing you behind him. You could only look up in awe at the man. He was talking back to Brim of all people? And for you? You could only feel your heart swell at the actions, he truly did love you.

Sova :

He’s so so sweet and understanding

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re not put in awkward situations/conversations

‘Let’s go at your pace, dove’ - he wants you to be comfortable with anything and everything

Best at communicating and asking you how you feel 100%

“Y/N, you totally did a great job!” Raze threw an arm around your shoulder, everyone's attention turning to the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, shrugging her off. “I-It’s nothing.” You murmured as Sova grabbed your arm.

“They’re touched by your words Raze, but we must get back to work.” His hand squeezed yours, his breath fanning across your face. “No worries, my dove. I am always watching and here to help.”

Chamber :

This man gets it but sees it as a challenge

‘No no, we will get you to open up a bit more dear!’ (infuriating but you know he means well)

If he notices that you can’t do something he will step in, hand around your waist the whole time

He’s totally going to tease you about it sometimes, he loves it though

“No, the screw I need is on the right. Grab the big one.” Chamber pointed towards a box as he continued tinkering away. You nodded, going to grab the item. Too bad Killjoy had left her bot in the floor, sending you tumbling down. You could only groan as you attempted to get off the floor.

Chamber’s laughs filled your ears and you rolled your eyes feeling the heat in your face. “Are you okay? That was quite an elegant fall.” You could only turn away as he continued to tease you, hands wrapping around your waist. “Is someone embarrassed now? Poor thing..”

Reyna :

She will not let ANYONE speak back to you

‘I heard you were flustering Y/N, this is your warning’

She doesn’t know how you ended up with her considering how ‘scary’ she is but she loves it

‘We are so cute together, you are so sweet and I am terrifying. We are the perfect pair’

She loves you being shy and flustered and will do it on purpose sometimes

Reyna and you were teaching the new agents some tactics for the upcoming missions. The day had gone fine, until one of them decided to be a smart ass.

“Y/N, I don’t even get what you’re trying to say.” one of the recruits snorted out at you jumbling your words. It was hard for you to make big speeches like this and of course they had to point it out. Before you knew it, Reyna stood tall and proud. Her hand was placed on the small of your back, face smoldering with anger.

“Talk to Y/N like that again and it will be the last thing you ever do, I promise you that. You are a recruit and we are your superiors, I don’t care what you think. You will show them some respect.” Reyna’s hand patted you, your face burying into her shoulder. You loved her, but damn did she make a scene.

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