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Grayson hawthorne x fem!readers period comfort?

Love you <3 !

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

A/N: Love you too! And thank you for the request!

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You groaned in pain as another cramp shot waves of pain throughout your lower abdomen. Grayson pulled you in even tighter to his chest. He kept a hand on your lower stomach, softly massaging.

You sighed into his arms. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you nuzzled your head into his shoulder. He softly kissed the top of your head.

"Do you want me to go get you anything?" He murmured softly. If you were able to see his face, you would have been able to see the concern was very visible. He cared deeply for you.

You shook your head, "No, just want you." You mumbled against his skin.

Grayson smiled before kissing the top of your head again. He moved his hands to softly rub your lower back. He hates seeing you like this.

"I love you," He mumbled against your hair. He didn't want you to feel like a burden. He knew how your mind got when your hormones were running like this.

You smiled against his skin before pulling back to look at him. Despite the pain in your stomach, he made it all better. Anything was easier to handle with Grayson at your side.

"I love you too," You said softly before once again, curling into his side. He pulled you onto his chest easily, and resumed rubbing your back gently.

The scent of his cologne, the one he got from you for his last birthday, filled your senses as you buried your head into the area between his neck and shoulder. It brought a smile to your face.

It was difficult for you to understand what you had done to deserve him. He always treated you perfectly no matter what. He was always patient when you weren't feeling the best. He was perfect.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short!

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

Summary:(request) a scenario with grayson hawthorne x reader, gray’s jealous? maybe the reader was hanging out with this guy friend of hers at one of their extravagant galas? thank you sm!

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Y/n was simply speaking with an old friend of hers, Scott. The two had gone to High School together, and hadn't seen each other since they both graduated last year. She was catching up with him, finding out about where life had taken him.

It was an innocent conversation. The two had been very good friends during their school years together, and both were in relationships. There was no chance of anything romantic ever happening between the two. Ever.

Out of the corner of her eye, Y/n could see her boyfriend. Grayson had his hand tightly gripping a champagne glass. She could see that based on the expression on his face, he didn't look very happy.

Y/n assumed he was misreading the situation. She was just friends with Scott. Nothing more. She sighed.

She made her way over to were Grayson was standing. It didn't take an expert to see how sour his mood was. She placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Who was that?" Grayson asked, his tone sharp.

"A guy I went to high school with. He was telling me about his girlfriend." Y/n said.

Grayson seemed to become less tense at her words. She still frowned. Did he not trust her?

Grayson set his champagne down on a table. He looked at her. His hand softly touched her chin as he tilted her head upwards.

"I'm sorry." His voice was soft. "I trust you, I don't know why I got so jealous." He softly kissed her lips before pulling away.

"It's okay. It's not like you went over there and punched the guy." Y/n said with a small laugh. Grayson chucked softly in response.

Grayson smiled as he wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her back to his chest, and rested his head on top of hers. He smiled as felt the warmth of her back pressing against him. He would hold her like forever if he could.

He wasn't thinking about what the people would say about his display of public affection. People knew they were dating, but with how strict the stuck up, rich, assholes who attended these events were, Grayson has always been careful. In that moment, however, he didn't care.

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Jameson Hawthorne x Reader

Summary: Your anxiety hits an all time high while all at a gala. Your least favorite Hawthorne brother comes to your aide.

Warnings: Anxiety, anxiety attack, panic attack, etc

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The gala was far busier than anticipated. You knew there would be a decent amount of people, but you never imagined this.

The gala was packed. Almost every inch of space was occupied. It was suffocating. As you walked, people. So. Many. People. They brushed your shoulders, the bubbly voices made your head pound. You passed by the open bar on your way to somewhere, anywhere, a little more peaceful.

The stench of alcohol infected your nose as you continued walking. You could feel your chest tightening as you pushed your way through the crowd. The walls were getting smaller. It felt like the amount of people doubled.

Where had the door gone?

You swore there was an exit. A door that led out to the hall. There was. There had to be. So many people. Your hands shook, your stomach was in knots. No. Not here, not now.

You felt a firm hand on your arm. The person led you away. They found the door. They led you to the empty, and quiet hallway.Tears blurred your vision as someone led you to sit down on a bench. You instantly pulled your knees to your chest.

The hallway was comforting. So was the mysterious hand on your shoulder. It was quiet, there weren't people crowding around. It was more peaceful.

"I'm not leaving you, don't worry about it."

The voice was... familiar? Oh. Oh. Jameson. Of all people, it just had to be Jameson.

You wanted to make a witty remark, start some of the usual banter between the two of you, but you couldn't find it in you. Not between your racing heart and uneven breathing. You didn't hate Jameson, you just didn't like him.

You two had a complicated relationship. Your families often attended the same charity events and galas, so you two were stuck seeing each other frequently. You two had always fought. Little remarks, playful teasing. You couldn't stand him. His stupid smirk, his witty remark, he was simply intolerable.

But, he wasn't making witty remarks right now. He was... comforting you? And it made no goddamned sense. You two were never soft with each other. Never.

"I-i'm fine." You said. Your voice was to shaky for it be convincing and you mentally cursed. Panic attacks always pick the best times.

Jameson chuckled. He moved his hand from your shoulder. You looked up. His gaze was on you. Something like a flicker of worry and concern clouded his features.

"You look like shit." He said as he removed his hand from your shoulder and crossed his arms.

You narrowed your eyes. He was such a-

"Well, you are no longer freaking out in the ballroom-"

"I wasn't freaking out."

Jameson shot you a pointed look. He raised an eyebrow.

"You were freaking out. And now you aren't, so I will see you around." And with those words, he disappeared.

You were left wondering what the hell had happened. Out of everyone, why had he come to your rescue? You didn't ponder it for long. You wiped your eyes, stood, and then smoothed out your skirt.

You walked by a mirror, you looked presentable, enough. You walked back into the ballroom with a new found confidence. Well, the confidence was fake. But that didn't matter. People didn't need to know that.

As you walk in, Jameson gives you one of his signature smirks. You roll your eyes as you try and avoid getting bumped into by people as you walk to your families table.

You sink into a chair, hoping this stupid gala will end soon. You wonder, Why did Jameson look so concerned about you? You shook your head. That doesn't matter. You just need to focus on getting through the rest of the gala.

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For Michael Townsend

How would he confess his feelings to reader/make them known ???

I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t be all “I’m in love with you, date me.” But he would kind of always be in your way, one way or another, teasing you and all

Michael Townsend x Reader

"Why do you care so much?" Y/n snapped at Michael. He had been being... well, kind of overprotective. She had simply been speaking with Dean and Michael seemed... Jealous?

Michael groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at you. The look in his eyes was desperate.

"isn't it obvious Y/n?" Michael asks.

Y/n looked around. She couldn't find the words. What was he trying to say? There was no way he liked her. No, they'd been great friends for years. Just friends.

He had never once made it look like he was interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with her.

"I like you. Not as a friend." Michael said.

How had it come to this? Y/n never thought she would hear those words. How could Michael, her best friend Michael, like her?

Was his constant teasing his attempts at flirting? She had never thought twice about any of the time he had done something... boyfriend like. Never thought twice when he always brought her her favorite ice cream on her period. Never thought twice about how if she was upset, so was he. And how he did anything to make her feel better.

"I-i..." Y/n trailed off. She liked him back... but could she tell him.

"I understand if-"

"No! I like you back." Y/n blurted. She has said it. So had he...

Michael crossed the room. He tilted her chin up with his forefinger. His gaze fell upon her lips.

"Can I kiss you?" His voice was breathy.

Y/n didn't give him an answer. Instead, she moved her head forward. Their lips connected.

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Hey! I love your writing, if your taking requests could you do a Grayson hawthorne x reader? Maybe one where the reader has chronic migraines or is injured in some capacity? If you don’t feel the Inspo for it no worries, thank you so much!

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

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Grayson frowned. He had never seen you like this. He was becoming more and more concerned. You kept mumbling something about, 'its just a migraine.'

Your head rested on his chest. You had been clingy all morning. Blaming it on the migraine.

Grayson softly ran his fingers through your hair, a subtle attempt to comfort you. He hated seeing you in pain. Especially when there was nothing he could do to stop it.

His body tensed as he heard a small whimper leave your lips. You buried your head into his neck. His skin was cool and it felt nice, it was comforting due to your migraine.

"Y/n, are you sure you don't need anything?" He asked, his voice was soft. He was careful not to soak loudly and aggravate your migraine.

You nodded against his skin, "M'fine Gray." You half mumbled. The piercing pain in your temple was hell. You felt bad for keeping Grayson in bed for so long.

Grayson sighed. He hates not being able to do anything. But, he guessed by being there he was helping... In a way.

He rubbed small circles onto your back as he held you. He noticed your breathing had grew softer. He was careful not to move very much. He didn't want to wake you. Not when being awake would cause you so much pain.

He let his eyes close. He would hold you like this for as long as you asked. Having you in his arms was comforting. He didn't have to worry about you.

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My requests are open.

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New Characters I Write For

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitehorn

Send in some requests!

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C.ai

hey! So my character.ai username is Morgan_writes

I have a couple of bots on there if you want to go check them out

Also! I accept character ai requests through Tumblr as well as c.ai so, if you request a c.ai on Tumblr, just specify that's the platform you want me to use.

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What do you think is buck’s favorite chapstick flavor? Not for him, but for his s/o when they kiss.

Strawberry. 100% I know that's a basic reply, but it's definitely true. And Pomegranate is his second favorite.

#Ask #Inbox

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Eddie Diaz x Reader

Reader Tags: Female!Reader, Firefighter!Reader, ex-military!reader

Summary: You and Eddie both have busy schedules, planning a date is near impossible.

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"We can go out on Friday?" You asked eddie. You two were attempting to plan a date night. Attempting.

"Um," he mumbles before checking the calendar on the fridge, "Christopher has a sleepover," he informs you and you sigh.

"I swear," you mumble as Eddie begins combining through his calendar, looking for an opening.

"I'm free on Sunday," Eddie suggests.

"I have a shift," you reply. Planning a date when you both were as busy as you are is impossible. You go to the fridge and comb through Eddie's calendar before checking your calendar app.

"We both get off a 24 hour shift next Wednesday, and Christopher will be staying at a friend's? I know we are nothing going to be dead tired, but we could at least spend the time, like together?" You suggest and Eddie gives a nod of approval before wrapping his arms around you.

"When did we both get so busy?," He asks and you him in response. "I never see you unless it's at work," he said.

You give another hum in response. It was true.

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"I feel like I'm going to die," you moan as you dramatically fling yourself into the passenger seat if Eddie's truck. He looks over at you in concern and you just smirk.

"It was only 24 hours," he chuckles. He pulls out of the station as you buckle your seat belt.

"Yeah, but you aren't the one who got your shoulder dislocated," you reminded him. A fight had broken out and you took the brunt of it.

"I still can't believe you just snapped into place," he mumbled. The memory of you popping your shoulder into socket fresh on his mind.

"I did it all the time in," you were cut off by Eddie finishing your sentence.

"Afghanistan," he sighed before yawning. The drive home was always the worst after a long shift. Just waiting to get into your bed and finally sleep.

"But, be honest," he said giving you the type of look your mom gave you when you pissed her off, "how does your shoulder feel?" He asked. You could hear the concern lacing his words

"M'fine," you replied and he relaxed. The ibuprofen had taken most of the edge off. Your eyes threatened to shut as you realized Eddie had turned onto his street.

You sat up and prepared to finally get to lay down. Eddie pulled into the driveway and parked his truck. You opened your door and raced to get into the house. But, had to wait for Eddie since he had the house keys and your purse.

"Have a little patience," he said into your ear before his lips brushed yours before he unlocked the door.

You had both changed straight into sweatpants and tshirts at the station, you wouldn't have survived the ride home in jeans.

You walked in with Eddie before he set your purse on the counter and picked you up bridal style. You relaxed into his arms before he set you on the bed.

He quickly slid in next to you before his arms wrapped around your body. He began running his fingers through your hair as you both began to succumb to sleep.

"I love you," he mumbles.

"I love you more," you say and he lets out a half chuckle.

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Nash Hawthorne x Reader

Summary: You're sick and Nash takes care of you.

Request from @pandunar

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You had had a horrible fever for the past two days. It has finally calmed down, but you still felt horrible. You always caught the worst colds.

Nash had been concerned. You had cancelled a date. And the reason has been.... suspicious. You had claimed your sister was going through a rough breakup. Which he thought was odd, especially considering the fact that your sister was happily married. He had been your date to their wedding.

Nash was worried enough to go straight to your apartment. You mumbled a curse as you heard a knock. And then Nash's voice, thick with his Texas accent.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay in there?"

You didn't know what you should do. You had a shitty cold, but didn't want to worry Nash or get him sick...

You sighed before getting up and opening the apartment door. Careful to keep your distance from Nash, you spoke.

"You should go home Nash. I have this horrible cold, and I don't want to get you sick."

Nash chuckled.

"You won't get me sick." He said as he stepped aside and walked into your apartment. You frowned. Getting him sick would just make him miserable.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to take care of you, you know why? 'Cause you need me right now." Nash said. His words erased every glimmer of doubt from your mind. You needed him.

Nash led you into your bedroom. And he made you get in bed before tucking you in. God, you really did have the best boyfriend ever.

Nash brought you soup, and set cough drops on your side table. He kissed your forehead before sitting down on the bed.

"Go on and rest darling. I'll be here as long as you need me."

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Rafe Cameron x Routledge!Reader

Summary: John B. Finds out about your boyfriend.

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"You're never going to guess what I heard," your brother says as he walks into the chateau, the first time you've seen him in two days.

"Where the fuck have you been?" You yelled. He hadn't answered his phone either. He'd been no contact for 48 hours.

"No, don't change the subject," he argued. Whatever was on his mind he clearly thought it was more important than his whereabouts from the last two days.

He hadn't made it easy on you. Being a few years older than John B had meant once your dad, Big John, had been presumed dead, lost at sea, you had custody of your brother. Every day had been a fight. Getting him to answer the phone, telling you where he was, he wouldn't do anything to let you know he was safe.

"Oh God, what's so important?" You say. You are tired of this shit.

"You dating Rafe," he tells and your face goes a shade paler than before. "Yeah I know, I got a text from JJ that you two were all over each over at the party last night," your brother said with a disgusted look.

"Okay, you would know if you actually spent any time here, or if we even spoke like actual siblings," you argued.

"I'm old enough," you cut off his argument.

" You are 16, and I am your legal guardian. Unless you get emancipated, I am in charge of you," you argue.

"Oh fuck off," he murmurs before storming out of the cabin. You hear his van start as he tears out of the driveway.

"I can't do this shit," you say as a tear slides down your cheek. It was all so impossible. John B wouldn't cooperate on anything, and rafe was all you had. But, pogues and kooks never got along.

You don't hesitate to grab your keys and drive to Rafes house. Even if he wasn't home, Sarah would be. You needed someone to tell you you weren't failing as miserably as you thought.

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"Baby?" Rafe asks as you slowly push open his door. He sees your tear stained cheeks and doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you as he shuts his door.

"I'm failing this legal guardian shit," you mumble into his neck. You couldn't handle it. You weren't old enough to have a teenager to deal with.

"Hey, no you're not. Your brother is just taking advantage of you. He knows you won't do anything," Rafe comforts as he lays you both down on his bed.

"Thanks Rafey," you mumble as Rafe rubs soothing circles on your back.

No matter how much happened at home, you always had Rafe. Every time you and John B argued, Rafe was your safe place. It had been that way for so long, you didn't know what you would do without him.

"I don't think I could live without you," you day as Rafe wiles the tears off your cheek.

He gives you a bitter sweet smile," I'm glad we feel the same way," what you didn't know was that every time rafe got into a screaming match with his dad, you were there. You were his safe place without even fully realizing it.

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SELF HARM TRIGGER WARNING

Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/N: This fic is very much about self harm. Also, it's based off of my experiences so it might not fit your experience.

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The rubber band snapped against your wrist for the hundredth time. Your therapist told you to snap the band against your wrist every time you had an urge to self harm.

It wasn't fucking working.

The thoughts kept coming back. The urges to grab a blade was only growing by the minute. Rafe had said to call him if things every got bad. If you ever got low again.

He has caught you in the act. Tears streaming down your face, blood dripping down your arm. Ever since that night, he had always said to call him if you needed him.

And you needed him tonight.

God, you needed him. But you couldn't do it. You couldn't bother him. It was the middle of the night. He didn't even care. Why would he? No one does.

You knew none of that was true, deep down. Rafe cared more than anyone else. More than your shitty parents and more than the pogues. As much as they tried to be there, you left them.

Distancing yourself had always been a habit of yours when you get really low. You had slowly stopped hanging out with the pogues until they stopped asking you. Rafe was the only one you wouldn't distance yourself from. He wouldn't let you.

He was there for you every time you needed him. So why was it so hard for you to believe he cared? He treated you like a literal queen. You can't remember the last time you opened a door. You couldn't remember the last a day went by and he hadn't called you beautiful. He was everything you had every dreamed of and more.

Your hands shook as you picked up the blade. You could already imagine the way it would feel. The physical pain always made the emotional pain so much easier to deal with.

You threw the blade across the room and picked up your cellphone. Your fingers hovered over Rafes contact. You pressed call.

"Hello?" Rafe said. His voice was groggy and you suddenly felt even more horrible.

"Shit, sorry I shouldn't of called," you say and begin to wonder if you should end the call and make up an excuse in the morning.

"Don't hang up," Rafe said, he recognized the shaky tone of your voice. It didn't take him long to figure out why you were calling.

"Rafe it's the middle of the night, I'm sorry. I didn't realize what time it was," you said. Tears began to blur your vision and your thoughts went back to the blade you had thrown.

"Well then it's to bad I'm already on my way, don't hang up," Rafe said as he looked around his room for his keys.

"Thank you," your voice is barely a whisper.

Everything until Rafe showed up was a blur. He kept saying things into the phone but you couldn't understand what he was saying. Everything was blurred together and your vision was teary.

Your chest tightens right as you hear your bedroom door burst open. Rafe saw you curled into a ball. It made you look so small and fragile. His eyes caught he glisten of a razor blade near the windowsill where moonlight was streaming in.

"I'm here," Rafe whispers as kneels next to you. You cling to him as you cry. Every built up emotion from the last few days comes back to you. Every thought of Rafe secretly hating you disappears. If he hated you he wouldn't be here. If he hated you he wouldn't even if answered.

Your sobs echo through the moonlit bedroom. After your sobs began to quiet, Rafe picked you up and set you on your bed. You crawled under the covers as Rafe joined you.

You cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arms around you. You felt loved. Something you didn't feel very often.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"You have nothing to thank me for," he whispers back.

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HEY HEY

ok idea- Grayson Hawthorne after a stressful day and all he wants to do is lay down with you and sleep.

idk this has been running ramped in my brain recently so do with this what you will!!

Lots of Love to you <3

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

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You heard your apartment door open. You knew exactly who it was. The only person who showed up at your apartment at two in the morning.

"Grayson?" You called out to your boyfriend as you walked towards the door. You were greeted by his clearly exhausted figure.

"Sorry it's so late, why are you still up?" Grayson asked. You couldn't of fallen asleep until he came over. That was a habit you'd formed. Grayson always snuck over to your apartment for a little or sent a goodnight text.

"Why are you still up?" You countered and Grayson yawned as he walked to you and wrapped his arms around you. He tested his head on top of yours.

"Let's get you to bed," You said to your seconds away from falling asleep standing up boyfriend. You les Grayson to your bedroom before tossing him a pair of sweatpants and t shirt he had left at your apartment.

Grayson changes while you turn off all of the lamps in your room and move the notebooks from your bed. You finally finished everything and Grayson dove into your bed.

You quickly snuck in in front of him and snuggled into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you even close to him.

No words were spoken, no words needed to be spoken. You both knew what the other would say. So you fell into a peaceful silence as you both drifted off to sleep, intertwined with the other

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Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter worries about you when you return home from a mission bleeding and bruised.

Reader Info: ExWidow!Reader, Stark!Reader, Female!Reader

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"I'm fine," you mumble on the quinjet as Bucky finishes stitching up the knife wound on your shoulder.

"You'll live but you need to rest. And I've already told your dad," he informs you. All hopes of having acted like nothing was wrong went out the window.

"Did he freak out?" You ask. Knowing your father there were only two possible reactions: freaking out or being oddly calm. Never an inbetween.

"I told him it was barely considered a stab wound," Bucky replies as the quinjet docks.

The doors open and you step out. Peter runs to you and wraps you in a hug. You could tell he was worried by the way he refuses to stop hugging you when you're dad impatiently waits for his turn.

"I heard you got stabbed and I freaked out because getting stabbed is a really bad thing and I hate it when you go on these missions," peter rambled nervously as he let you go to hug your dad.

Tony have you a quick hug before letting you go back to hugging Peter.

"I'm fine, just a little sore and in need of a shower," you say and peter grans your hand as you two walk back into the Avengers Base.

You and Peter walk to your room in silence. Just relishing in the others company. Peter could tell you were to exhausted to actually have a conversation so he decided to wait until tomorrow to fill you in on everything. You hadn't missed much in the two days you had been gone.

Peter opens the door for you and you walk in before he shuts it behind the two of you. You grab one of his shirts that had been left in your room along with a pair of bike shorts before walking into your bathroom.

Peter sat on your bed as you showered. All of his anxiety about what might have happened or could happen to you was gone. Waiting for you to come back had been hell. The not knowing was the worst.

How badly were you injured? Were you even alive? Those were the thoughts that had been running through his head for the last fourty-eight hours.

After a few minutes of sitting on your bed Peter sees you walk out of the bathroom. You don't hesitate to wrap your arms around him. His head rests against your stomach as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry you were so worried," you said as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"I hate it when you're gone," he mumbles against your stomach. You feel horrible for putting him through the pain of not knowing, but you don't have another choice. You were the best person for reaching widows (other than nat).

"I know, I love you," you say and he lays back, pulling you onto the bed with him.

"I love you to," he says as you two find a comfortable position in each other's arms.

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Hiiii!!! Is it possible for you to do fluffy relationship hcs for Grayson Hawthorne??

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Also sorry it's kind of short, it is hard for me to write much without a specific prompt.

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Grayson is definitely the type of boyfriend who is clingy but not at the same time. Like he likes having you within an arms distance, or holding your hand, just small gestures. Nothing to showy.

He is also a big cuddler. After a long day dealing with family shit he wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and let the world fade into the background for a minute.

He loves it when he lays on your stomach and you play with his hair. He cannot stay awake if you do that, doesn't matter what time it is. He will always be asleep within minutes.

He loves it when he wakes up before you so he can see how peaceful you look when you sleep

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HII!!! I loved ur grayson hawthorne fic could you plss do another one like where they talk to eachother and its just fluff and really cute :) Like him doing romantic things and literally agreeing to everything she says

Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I love getting to write for grayson. Tagging my Inheritance Games mutual @speaknowlinasversion

Reader Info: Female!Reader

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"Do we have to get up?" You groaned as Grayson sighed. He had been trying to convince you to get up for the last half an hour.

You were sprawled across his bare chest, your hands playing with his hair. He was loving every second of spending the morning in bed with you. But, he had things to do.

He could easily move you off of his chest, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to do it. He closes his eyes as you continued threading our fingers through his hair.

"Love, we need to," he said and you frowned. "But a few more minutes wouldn't hurt," he said and you smiled. God, Grayson was addicted to your smile.

He would do anything for you. From watching the same movie every Sunday night to kayaking (he refused to go with anyone but you, because he did not care for kayaking but he loved making you happy).

"You can't say no to me can you?" You asked with a smile and Grayson groaned. You both knew the answer. It was physically impossible for Grayson to say no to something unless it had the possibility of injuring you.

"I think you know the answer," he said. His blonde hair shone in the early morning light as the sun started peeking through the curtains.

"So that means we can watch The Hunger Games again tomorrow night?" You asked with a smile and he laughed.

"I would do anything that would make you happy," he said. And it was true. Making you happy was his favorite thing to do.

From picking up breakfast from your favorite cafe when he woke up before you to making sure Xander saved you a blueberry scone. Grayson did everything he could to make you happy.

Getting to see the smile on your face from the little things made everything in his life seem okay. Even when things were falling apart, your smile kept him grounded.

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Evan Buckley x Reader

Summary: You and Buck get into an argument, but everything stops when you flinch.

Warning: Mentions of an abusive dad, arguing

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"You can't keep doing this shit to me!" You yell back at him. You and Buck were having the same argument you always had; while at work he did something reckless and you had to witness it. He didn't understand the fear that overtook your body everytime he went radio silent. Or did something reckless.

"It's my life! You hear me?" He screams back. He didn't understand why you had to act like this. Sure, he did reckless things, but he always made it out alive.

"Do you know what it's like to be the one waiting on the ground? The one time I ran back into a building when everyone had an evacuation order, how did you feel?" You ask and Buck remembers the nauseating anxiety he had had as he waited for you outside the building.

"This is different," he said before clenching his teeth. It wasn't really different but Buck still told himself it was.

"Look,-" Buck raised his hand to run it through his hair but stopped as you flinched. He saw the brief, but very much real, fear that was in your eyes before you tried to just shrug it off. He saw the way your skin was twice as pale as usual.

"Baby?" He said carefully, all anger from the past argument had left him. He saw the way your eyes were glossy and distant. Like you were reliving a past experience.

He slowly walked over to you. As he approached you snapped out of your hell scape daydream. You wrapped your arms around him as sobs wracked your body.

He held your shaky body tightly as your breathing slowly evened out. You had survived. You were safe now.

"I'm not afraid of your Buck," you say as you explain everything to him. How your dad had been more monster than man. Why Buck had never met your parents. And why you had fled halfway across the country at sixteen.

"I'm sorry," Buck whispered as he held you. You hadn't even noticed you two had made it to his couch.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I'm the one who started the argument," you said back.

"I'll be more careful, I swear," he says and you give him a soft smile.

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