#(this takes place before they get back together okay? okay)

[roosterforme]

Aim for the Sky Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Deployments feel longer when you're alone and pregnant. You know Bradley wants to be home for all of the milestones, but you also know he trusts you to take care of yourself. That trust goes both ways when it feels like ages since you've heard from him.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, pregnancy

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

You hadn't spoken to your husband in more than three weeks. Not once since he left on a deployment of undetermined length. When you were on base, tucked away in your office or working on a project in the lab, it wasn't so bad. You could almost get lost in the idea of heading home to start dinner and find him working on a project. You could nearly pretend he'd be ready to wrap you up in his arms and ask about your day. But you knew better than to drift all the way into that daydream, because he wasn't there, and you didn't know when he would be back.

At least Tramp greeted you with excitement when you walked in each day, but you suspected that was partially because he knew you were about to feed him. Your friends kept you busy on the weekends, and Jake stopped by the Craftsman on occasion with Jeremiah when Cat needed a break. Today, he even made a comment about the multitude of pallets lined up on your driveway that prevented you from pulling all the way up to where you usually parked.

"When Rooster gets back, I'll give him a hand building that jungle gym," Jake drawled as you handed a cracker to Jeremiah. "We'll have it finished in a weekend, and then Jer can test it out."

You watched Jake kiss Cat's son on the cheek as you said, "He can teach the Nugget all about the slide and the swings when the time comes." Your belly felt a little tender as you ran your hand over your shirt, loving the feel of the bump beneath your fingers. You were nineteen weeks along, and when Bradley left, you'd still looked just bloated. Now you were starting to get round in all the places that made you excited for what was to come. And after so many weeks of non stop nausea and vomiting, you were happy you could finally eat.

Jake snorted. "You've taken to calling the baby a Nugget, too? Thought that was just your husband."

You rolled your eyes and flicked his arm. "Maybe I miss him, okay? Like a lot." Your voice shook even though you were trying for a teasing tone, and Jake's features softened. You quickly asked, "Are you two staying for dinner?"

Jeremiah was such a sweet toddler, and you were so lonely today, you were hoping Jake would say yes. But he kissed you on the cheek before he said, "Not tonight. I told Cat we'd be home by six."

You just nodded, once again afraid your voice might shake. You'd be fine; it wasn't like you needed someone with you all the time. It wasn't like you couldn't get through the night. 

Once they were gone, you made yourself some dinner and ate it while you stood at the kitchen counter. Occasionally you dropped some bites for Tramp who snapped them up out of the air before anything ever hit the ground. 

"Don't tell your dad that this is the reason you beg at the table," you muttered as he sat next to your foot and wagged his tail wildly. Even the veterinarian didn't know exactly how old he was, but he still seemed like a puppy sometimes. You could already picture him and the baby playing together.

Your gaze caught on the newest set of ultrasound photos which you had stacked up at the end of the kitchen counter. The appointment with Dr. Morris made you cry afterwards, because Bradley wasn't there to gush over the baby. You drove his Bronco that day, and you sat quietly trying to compose yourself while enveloped in his smell. He had some older ultrasound images tucked in the sun visor, and you wanted him to see the new ones so badly, you ached.

"I'm going to get ready for bed," you groaned at Tramp even though it was still early. You took a bath with the floating thermometer Bradley bought for you to use while pregnant. You drank a can of ginger ale instead of your preferred pink champagne, and you listened to one of the playlists he made for you. 

When you were climbing in bed, you took the note he left you from your nightstand. It was folded into a paper airplane that looked exactly like his tattoo. He'd even written Baby Girl on it like always. Very carefully, you unfolded it and read the short message that you already had memorized, because it just meant something more in his handwriting.

I love both of you so much, sometimes I feel like I'm dreaming. Nothing could be this good. There's no way I get to return home to everything I ever wanted. I don't know when I'll be back, so I need you to take care of yourself and the Nugget until I can take over my duties again. I won't be gone a minute longer than I need to be.

You shut your light off before your tears could fall, and Tramp snuggled in next to you. When you thought about Bradley, you pictured him in his bunk. Maybe he was alone. Maybe he was with Reuben. Maybe he was rooming with a different officer. But it didn't matter, because you could easily imagine him practically spilling out of the narrow bed, one knee bent with the pink and blue notebook propped up while he wrote to the baby.

When your phone started ringing in the pitch darkness, you jumped, practically falling out of bed as you reached for your lamp and phone at the same time. It was a FaceTime call. It said restricted caller. You screeched his name, far too loud for your voice which has been resting just seconds ago. You shoved your glasses into place so you could see him, and shouted, "Bradley! Roo! Are you okay?"

"Hey, Baby Girl," he crooned, and his smiling face came into focus. You practically dropped your phone as he said, "I'm fine. Sorry it's so late."

You felt giddy laughter bubbling up inside you; the idea of your husband apologizing for calling and making your whole week was absurd. "No, no, no, this is perfect," you insisted. "This is great.

Bradley laughed and said, "I miss you so fucking much. Wish I was in bed right there with you."

"Me too," you replied. "It got chilly here tonight, and Tramp isn't as snuggly as you are." You missed his warmth and voice so much. It was almost Halloween, and the nights felt way too long. 

His voice was just a whisper as he said, "Tell me about the Nugget."

Your smile felt overpowering. "Dr. Morris said the Nugget looked great when I was there two weeks ago."

"Two weeks ago," he groaned, rubbing his hands along his face. "Sweetheart... I already missed so much." When he looked at the screen again, you were out of bed and on the move. "Where are you going?"

You flipped on the hallway light and said, "To get the ultrasounds to show you. I left them on the kitchen counter."

You propped up your phone and held up one of the photos so he could see the baby. "There's my Nugget," he said, voice thick with emotion as you held up a second image. "Fucking cutest baby I've ever seen."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling better than you had in weeks. "I liked this one the best. I think it looks like the baby is waving hello."

"Shit," he gasped. "You're right. I can't wait to wallpaper our bedroom with copies of these."

You pulled the ultrasound away and gasped, "You're probably not even joking."

"I'm definitely not even joking."

You leaned on the counter and got a little closer to your phone as you whispered, "Another week or so, and I can go in for an anatomy scan."

Now you felt guilty as he nodded with his lips pressed together. "You get to find out if the Nugget is a boy or a girl."

Tears stung your eyes. You could already imagine him holding the baby in his arms, loving him or her no matter what. "Yeah," you said with a nod. "But I don't really want to do that without you there too."

It took him a moment to respond. "I wish I could get home in time to hold your hand and find out in person. But you know I don't care one way or the other. The only nice thing is that we can start narrowing down baby names soon. I actually wrote down a few that I kind of like in the Nugget notebook earlier."

Your heart swelled. "I can't wait to read all of your notebook entries. And if you're not home for my next appointment, I'll be practically vibrating with anticipation until I get to tell you if it's a boy Nugget or a girl Nugget."

You wanted to show him how your belly looked more curvy now, but when you and he both parted your lips to speak, you heard someone shouting in the same room as him on the aircraft carrier. Now your husband wasn't looking at you at all. 

"Bradshaw! It's time. Get into your flight suit."

"Yes, Sir," Bradley said before glancing back down.

"You have to go," you sobbed, unaware that you were actually crying until you heard yourself. 

"I do," he said quickly. "Right now. Listen, I love you. More than anything. You and the baby both, okay? I love you."

"I love you, too," you sobbed as your lips trembled. "So much."

"I'll be home soon," he told you earnestly. "I love you."

Then you were standing alone in your kitchen at 4:48 in the morning with tears streaming down your face. The abrupt end to the call set your nerves on edge just seconds after you had been feeling so good. You gripped the edge of your kitchen counter; that wasn't a regular call to order, that was the start of his mission you just witnessed.

There was no chance of you falling asleep again, so you let yourself cry while Tramp put his head down on your bare foot and licked your ankle. 

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Halloween came, and you could barely manage to give out candy to the neighborhood kids. You'd had Bradley with you for the previous two Halloween nights in a row, and this year you didn't even want to buy a costume without him. You were exactly twenty weeks along, approximately halfway through your pregnancy, but it was hard to be excited even as groups of kids ran up and down the sidewalk. 

You sat on your porch and dropped goodie bags into pillowcases and plastic pumpkins while Tramp barked inside the house. You commented on all of the cute costumes. You cried a little bit. Your emotions were all over the place as you tried to imagine what it might be like going out to collect candy a year from now with your baby in a tiny costume. 

When the trick-or-treating ended, you went inside and opened a miniature sized Hershey bar for yourself, and then you almost screamed. The chocolate fell to the floor as you reached for your belly. Tramp looked between you and the fallen treat as you sank down onto your knees.

"Oh my God," you gasped, eyes squeezed shut tight. You could feel the baby moving. It was kind of a wild fluttering sensation. You rubbed your palm against your shirt a little more, and the slight movement felt like a response. Your baby was right there. "Hi, little Nugget." Then you felt something like a soft thump.

You wished more than anything that Bradley was here to witness it. He was going to absolutely freak out when he got home. Then the intrusive thoughts arrived. If he got home. It had been another week and a half since that FaceTime call where he got cut off by a commanding officer. If his mission was completed, he should have called you back by now. But at least you didn't have a fleet admiral dialing your number. 

You didn't move for a long time, not until the baby seemed to get into a cozy position where the movement slowed down and then stopped. When Tramp started sniffing around the candy bar, you crawled over to it and picked it up before he could get any ideas.

Time was simultaneously at a standstill and also moving too fast. In four weeks, it would be Thanksgiving and your first wedding anniversary. You'd been holding off making plans with your parents, because you didn't know what to do. You were already overdue for your anatomy scan, dodging phone calls from Dr. Morris's office when they told you that you absolutely needed to come in for your checkup. They were starting to leave you lengthy messages about how they needed to complete the full scan to be sure there were no underlying issues. 

As you walked to your bedroom, you promised yourself you'd call tomorrow and schedule an appointment. Bradley would miss finding out if the Nugget was a boy or girl, but at least you'd get to see all ten fingers and all ten toes for the first time. You could reveal the news to Bradley when you got to talk to him. You would go to your appointment, because he trusted you to take care of yourself and the baby the best that you could.

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The cafeteria was packed when you walked in with your uniform shirt untucked and your pants unbuttoned. You finally caved and ordered a maternity uniform last week, and Bickel let you cry in his office about how ugly it was before he sent you back to the lab. It should be arriving any day, but for now, you were making do. 

When Nat saw you, she was on her feet heading your way immediately. "Your belly looks bigger!" she gasped, pulling you toward the table where she was sitting with Bob and Maria. "When's Rooster coming home?"

You shrugged miserably. "You think I know? I just work here."

Her laughter made you smile for the first time all day. Your nausea was back a little bit, and you were too afraid to even try to eat anything until you got home later tonight. When Nat scooted her tray closer to the edge of the table to make room for you, she asked, "Where's your lunch?"

You didn't want to lie, but you really didn't want them to pressure you to eat right now. "I think I'll just take something back upstairs with me." As you slid onto the empty spot on the bench, you asked, "Do you know if anyone has heard from Payback?"

You were met with shaking heads which didn't help your mood at all. What the hell was going on with this mission? Your tongue felt too thick, and your saliva practically made you gag as Bob said, "I thought they would have been home by now. Five weeks is a long time for a special mission."

Maria elbowed him in the side, but it's not like he was saying anything you weren't already thinking. This sickening feeling had been inside you for days where you were convinced something went wrong. You just couldn't fathom why you hadn't received a call yet.

"I know," you muttered. "It's okay." But you weren't actually sure if it was or not. It has been months since you had a panic attack where you had to spend a few hours with Dr. Genevieve, but you could feel it building up now. Worrying about Bradley and yourself and the baby all at the same time was mentally and emotionally exhausting.

You pretended to pick up a sandwich before heading toward the elevators in the lobby, and you stopped to throw up in the bathroom before you made it back to your office. Your anatomy scan was scheduled for Friday, almost three weeks after they originally wanted you to come in. If you were still feeling this anxious, you'd block off part of your schedule next week to visit Dr. Genevieve again.

Somehow, even though the only thing on your mind was talking to Bradley, you were shocked when your phone woke you up just before midnight on Wednesday evening. This time you rocketed to your feet as you yanked your phone free from the charger. It wasn't a FaceTime call. It said RESTRICTED CALLER. You braced your hand on your nightstand in the dark, and when you answered, you knew immediately that it wasn't your husband on the other end of the call.

"Hello? I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Commander Bradley Bradshaw," came a male voice in response, and then he was asking you to confirm your personal information. 

"What happened?" you gasped once he established that you really were the one and only person on Bradley's contact list. "What happened to him?"

There was a soft hum from the man, and you wanted to jump through the phone and strangle him for his lack of response. Then, as you finally managed to turn on your lamp, he said, "It looks like his flight just took off out of Hong Kong."

"Flight?" you gasped. "He's in the air?"

"Yes. A commercial flight into San Diego. He should arrive Friday morning, and I can give you the details now so someone can arrange for a ride for him." 

You were baffled as to why Bradley didn't call you himself, but if he was on his way home, you didn't care. And you weren't going to arrange for a ride for him. You were going to pick him up yourself. When you grabbed a pen from your nightstand, the only paper you could find was the love note he left for you, so you started writing the flight number on your arm instead. Then you gasped and almost dropped the phone when you ended the call. There was the slightest chance he would be back in time!

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Bradley was exhausted. He knew he could sleep for two days, no problem. He would land in San Diego and hope you were there to get him, then he'd ask you if the baby was a boy or a girl, then he'd take you home and make love to you before falling the fuck asleep. He really wanted to start building the jungle gym playset, but that was just going to have to wait for another day.

It was Friday, or at least that's what he thought, and he wasn't sure how busy you had been at work, because he hadn't spoken to you in weeks. Maybe Bickel let you take the morning off. If Bradley didn't get to see you in baggage claim like he always had before, he was going to be so annoyed that he was delayed weeks longer than he should have been. This mission turned into a three part nightmare on the high seas, and all he wanted was his wife and his Nugget.

When his flight landed, he was up and out of his seat, ready to go. Of course he ended up lifting down carryon bags for a few older passengers and one woman who had two kids with her. Of course he knelt down to help someone find their reading glasses. But all he wanted was for this line of people to move it off the aircraft so he could get into the terminal and call you.

When you answered on the second ring, shouting his name into the phone, he couldn't help but smile. "I just landed, Sweetheart. Does that mean you're here to get me?"

"Yes! I'm in baggage claim! Hurry up!"

His whole body thrummed with need as he picked up his pace at the confirmation that you were here for him. "I'm coming as fast as I can," he promised, squeezing between two groups of people walking way too slowly. He wanted to know if you took the day off. There were a hundred questions circling his brain, but the first one that he needed an answer to was, "How's my Nugget?"

He could hear the smile in your voice as you said, "Your little Nugget is thriving, Roo. But get over here and see for yourself!"

"Baby Girl," he laughed, jogging a little faster. "I'm coming." 

"Hurry," you whined, and he needed to give you what you wanted. 

He bypassed the crowded escalator and took the stairs as quickly as he could, skidding around a corner as he turned toward baggage claim. "Almost there," he panted into the phone. And then he saw you and groaned, "Fuck," loud enough that a few people shot him nasty looks. "Holy shit, Sweetheart."

Bradley ended the call as you glanced around, and he stumbled when you finally spotted him. You were wearing a new dress. It was a pretty shade of green, and it was snug, hugging all of your curves. Hugging your bump. You had a bump. You looked so obviously pregnant to him, he was ready to crawl on his hands and knees and beg at your feet.... for what, he wasn't sure. But that's what his brain was barking at him to do right now.

"Roo!" you called out, prancing toward him in that tight dress and your boat shoes, and literally nothing felt better than being with you. As soon as you were in his arms, he was home. "Bradley," you moaned against his lips as his hands found your sides. You felt different in the best possible way. The swell of your belly wasn't huge yet, but it was definitely there. He could feel it. His growing baby.

God, you were kissing him just right, fingers threading through his hair as you rubbed yourself against him. "Jesus," he groaned into your mouth, but you kissed it away as he ran his hands along as much of your middle as he could reach. He couldn't help it; when you eventually broke the kiss to take a breath, he dropped to his knees in front of you.

Your fingers were still in his hair as you looked down at him in surprise. "Roo?"

He was kissing along that green fabric and rubbing his nose against that perfect, little bump. He knew you were twenty-two weeks along, and he knew what that meant. "Please, tell me," he rasped, stroking you gently with his thumb. "Please, Sweetheart. Is it a girl or a boy?"

Your softly parted lips and smile had all of his focus as he waited to hear you tell him what he'd been dying to know. "Oh," you whispered, pushing your fingers through his hair, leaving him in anticipation as your fingertips glided down his cheek. "I don't know yet."

"You don't?" he asked, brow creased in concern. But you just kept smiling as his heart pounded. "You don't know?"

"Nope," you replied easily. "My appointment is in an hour."

Bradley rocketed to his feet. "Are you serious?" he whispered, his voice a little harsh. "I didn't miss it?"

You kissed him softly as he collected you back in his arms. "You didn't miss it, Roo. I postponed it as long as I could. You're just in time."

"Hell yes!" he whooped, pumping one fist in the air as you giggled. "You waited for Daddy," he said, smiling down at your belly as he slowly walked you backwards. "That's my Nugget." You were looking up at him with trusting eyes as he pushed you back against a pillar next to the baggage carousel. "You said we have an hour?"

"Yes."

"Good," he murmured before his lips found yours, and his hands continued their excited exploration of your new curves. 

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Taking what’s not yours (Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader [ex-Childhood best friend turned Fwb AU]) part 2

Hiiiiiii, this took longer then it should and it was gonna be waaay longer but I’ve decided to just make it 3 parts cuz I’m waaaaaay too impatient Lmaoo. Thank you once again to @chickenshit03 for helping me look over this 🫶🏼. Technically it is a miguel x reader, Harry x reader but, shhh it’s okay lol. Not proofread, enjoy!

Cursing, hurt/comfort/hurt (???), underage usage of weed (I DO NOT CONDONE THIS!!!), usage of alcohol, no smut but nsfw stuff is implied, Miguel going thru it lol

Word count: 3.1k

Part 1

Masterlist

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“Have you congratulated her yet?”

Gabriel’s voice pulled his older brother’s attention away from the soccer game that was happening on his tv, looking over to find his brother engrossed in his phone rather than the game. He raised a brow up, waiting for him to continue, letting out an exasperated sigh when he didn’t.

“Who?” Miguel asked, bringing his beer bottle up to take a swig, turning back towards the tv so he didn’t get to catch his younger brother’s almost confused reaction.

“What do you mean who? (Y/N), Cabrón.” Gabriel’s tone was one of almost scolding, as if he was talking about someone who was family. As far as he was concerned, you were still considered as such. But when Miguel quirked up a confused brow it was becoming a bit clearer that you and his older brother weren’t as close as you once were. (Dumbass)

“(Y/N)? I don’t talk to her anymore, why would I congratulate her?” He sounded uninterested, bothered even, as if bringing you up was an inconvenience to himself. Still Gabriel pressed on.

“You really don’t know?”

“Does it look like I know?” Miguel shot back sarcastically, bringing his bottle back up to take another swig.

“She’s getting married.”

Miguel’s fist flew to his chest, hitting at it frantically as he brought down his half empty bottle as he attempted to clear his windpipe, eyes widen in shock, both from the news and the sudden feeling of the liquid going down the wrong pipe.

“She’s-shes what?” He was finally about to choke out between fading coughs, his eyes watering slightly as he recovers from the fit. Now it was his younger brother who raised a confused brow before it came back down and his face scrunched together in realization.

“No manches güey… You really didn’t know? I thought you two were best friends.” (Slang that basically means “You’re fucking with me dude.”)

“Key word: were.” Miguel grumbled through

grinding teeth, his tensing shoulders and blunt tone was enough of an indicator for Gabriel to drop the subject. Using the now empty bottle in Miguel’s hand as an excuse to step out of the room to grab another one from his kitchen.

Only when Miguel was alone, he sighs and takes his phone out from his jeans pocket and opens instagram, waiting impatiently as the app loads.

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“I don’t know, I think I liked the other venue better. What do you think honey?”

Despite your feet standing in the second venue of the day, you couldn’t seem to get yourself to focus on the space in front of you. Fingers idly fidget with Harry’s from their place intertwined with his.

How were you going to tell this to Harry? Why did after so long, Miguel had the nerve to try weasel his way back into your life?

No matter how hard you try to blink the words away, it felt like they were burned into your eyelids. Like you had never left the fitting room of the dress store.

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“(Y/N)?”

“Hmm?” Harry’s voice pulled you back out from your own thoughts. Suddenly becoming too aware of your own anxious state, as he gave your hand a quick reassuring squeeze. Turning to the venue owner as he asked for a minute alone with his fiancé.

“What’s wrong babe.” He asked as soon as you were both alone, his hand traveling upwards to rest on your forearm, tilting his head slightly as he cooed at you. He always knew how to read you so well. Despite the question coming out more as a statement, it held no malice behind it. You let out a sigh.

“I… I’m not sure how to explain it.” You replied honestly, it’s not like you did anything wrong. You simply received a message from an estranged friend/fling, you haven’t even read the message yet. Still the thought of spilling out the words ‘You remember how I had told you I had a thing with an old childhood before we met? He saw that I’m engaged and now he’s trying to message me.’ didn’t seem to settle in your stomach quite right.

“You know you can tell me anything baby. Is it the wedding? I know the whole thing is stressful, maybe I shouldn’t have booked this tour right after your dress appointment-“ Oh Harry, your sweet sweet Harry. You quickly shook your head, your hand going up to rest on his chest to stop his rambling. He always did it when he was starting worrying about you, you couldn’t help but smile at his habit. You found it endearing.

“No, Harry. It’s not anything wedding related, not exactly-erm, nevermind, don’t worry about it right now.” You reassured him, his rambling dead down in his throat, replaced with the low vibration of a hum, as he brought your hand up to his cheek and pressed a light kiss against your palm. Your lips pulled upwards just a tad bit more at the gesture. “ I’ll tell you when we get back home.”

“Hmm, Promise?” He muttered against your palm, before placing another peck against it.

“I promise.” Your thumb stroked his cheek lightly.

“Good.” He sighed, dropping your hand back down from his face, but not letting go of it just yet. “Now, about the venue.” He changed subjects, raising a brow as he silently asked for your opinion. To which you scrunch your nose before replying.

“Oh I liked the last one way better.”

“Good, I did too.”

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The alcohol still had a hold on Miguel as he continued through the rest of his nightly routine, trying not to trip over his own feet as he was trying to grab a shirt to sleep in. Only to trip over something else in the corner of his closet.

Cursing loudly as he caught his weight before he could fall face first into the closet wall. His search for a shirt was quickly forgotten as he stumbled back a bit to catch his barings. Anger flaring through his veins as he went to go pick up the box he tripped on, and toss across the room in a fleeting moment of letting his frustrations get the better of him. When he realized he was only making a bigger mess for hungover him to clean up, he groaned and rubbed his hands through his hair.

He was going to just leave it for the morning, let it be a tomorrow problem as he doom scrolled through old photos that should have been long deleted from his phone when he dropped you for Dana. A choice that was proven to be a mistake at the end of the day when she dumped him a few months later. But when he went to step over the mess to lay on his bed, when something caught itself in his peripheral vision. A black lighter, one that was bedazzled with a little star.

That’s weird, I don’t use lighters for anything. Miguel thought as he bent down to his knees to pick it up and examine it, it wasn’t until he turned it upside down to see a certain pair of initials carved into the bottom of it when it hit him.

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“Hey Mig, guess what I bought off one of my friends from my chem class.” You grinned, pulling him into your room. You were both alone, since your mom was gone for a business trip for the weekend.

Miguel raised a brow looking around your room for anything out of the ordinary, finally shrugging when he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. That’s when your smile widened, letting out a small squeal before pulling three things from your pocket.

Two joints and a black lighter.

“We did say if we tried it, it’d be together.” Your voice came out in a sing-songy tone, your silent way of asking him if he wanted to partake in the forbidden activity. He wasn’t big on the idea of smoking weed, but he did say if you ever wanted to try, he’d be there in case you freaked out.

Fuck it, your only a rebellious teenager once right?

You let another squeal when he grabbed one of the joints, before grabbing the lighter.

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“I didn’t know I had this…” He muttered, words still slurring slightly as he closed his hand with the lighter still in it. As far as he was concerned, he had given it back before you two had left for college eleven years ago. The-as you liked to call it-“star girl” phase you had during junior year had made it so you put stars on whatever you could, including your lighter. It was your favorite shape at the time, he wonders if it still is.

He can’t remember at the time, because the hazy cloud that covers his brain and the way eleven years came make you forget small things but he had never given the shoebox to you before you had left, like he had meant to. So when he went to turn the box over and more papers and knickknacks fell out, he forgets all about going to bed.

Some of it was a bit more basic than others, a postcard and a small trinket from a vacation you had gone on, a silver spider necklace you had gifted him, some random book you had raved over and let him borrow to read, but he never finished it, movie theater tickets.

Then there were some that were a bit… harder to look at, stuff that he had suppressed deep into his memories.

Handwritten notes you had sent him when you went to summer camp every summer. One for every week for a month, from fourth grade till sophomore year. Rambling about how a guy wouldn’t stop bothering you and how you wish he was there to scare the guy off. Or the time you were doing archery during one afternoon during outside activities and had shot an apple to a tree from midair. Had even dedicated a whole two paragraphs to it.

Photo Booth pics of you both at the county fair, making silly faces at the camera with him arm over your shoulders. He had always hated taking pictures taken of himself, not because he didn’t like the way he looked, just because he didn’t think he needed to. He wasn’t one to look back and reminisce, he’d rather look forward and focus on his future. But you were a sucker for sentimental things, so he did it for you.

A bit ironic now, that the roles were reversed at the moment.

—

“Please Miguel, it takes like two seconds.” You begged, desperately trying to pull the larger teen towards the unoccupied Photo Booth, faint sounds of teens screaming on rides and music playing from the food stands in the background.

Miguel let his head roll back as he left out a grown, letting you pull him despite him easily being able to walk away.

“You have a million photos of us.”

“You’re so negative all the time. One day you're gonna look back and be thankful I forced you to take all these pictures.” You pouted as you pushed him into the booth, sitting down next to him as you put in a dollar in the machine. “I’ll buy you a funnel cake if you don’t look like you’re being held hostage.” You joked.

“Fine.”

—

A wristband to some random music festival you had convinced him to go with you to, not wanting to go alone. He at the time wouldn’t have admitted it, but he had a lot more fun than he led on. He never understood how you could deal with his pessimism all the time, waving it off as if it was nothing, you could see threw it he guessed.

—

“That was…incredible.” You sighed, plopping yourself down on your hotel bed on your side of the room once you two had arrived in the room, not even changing out of your festival outfit yet. Miguel followed you close behind, closing and locking the hotel room door as he shrugged.

“I guess it wasn’t horrible.” He muttered, taking off his dusty shoes. Not missing the way your lips tugged up in a tired smile.

“You had fun.” You stated, already knowing he would deny it. He scoffed.

“Well, I’m not sure about that.” There it was. You let out a small laugh as you sat up on the bed finally.

“Knew it.” You beamed.

—

Miguel felt pathetic at this point. Never had he been one to reminisce, never had he been one to show emotions. Now here he was, clinging to the last bits of you he still had.

The last thing he found was the last thing he could bare himself to look at, the memories that came with the item came flooding in just like the tears that he had suppressed for so long. Well, as long as it was from when his brother dropped the bomb on him.

A red rose boutonnière.

—

Senior prom, it was just around the corner. The dress shopping, riding a limo rental with a group of friends, slow dancing with a guy. You had been dreaming about it since you were a kid and saw it over and over again in movies and shows. You should have been excited about it, but you weren’t, in fact you were dreading it. Why? Because no one had asked you to be their date.

It was a bit of a ridiculous thing to be upset about, you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. Not when all of your other female friends got promposalled from their boyfriends or their crushes, you couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter about it.

The fact that you were there to witness Mj’s (your friend from English) get promposalled by her boyfriend Peter with a big teddy bear during lunchtime only rubbed salt in the wound. You were just glad that the school day was over now so you could go home and take a nap.

You did what you usually did after the last bell, walk to Miguel’s car. You could usually carpool since you lived next door to each other. Expecting him to already be waiting for you, what you didn’t expect though, was to be met with him holding a poster up. The words “be my date to prom?” written on it, with the letters of prom made up from elements. It looked simple, last minute, like he had drawn it during the last ten minutes of his final class. But it had brought you to tears no less.

“You didn’t have to.” The words came out in a mix between a sob and a laugh.

“I know, I wanted to. I couldn’t stand you being upset, I know how much this whole prom thing means to you.” His reply only made you let out another sob, quickly closing the gap between you both as you pulled him into a tight hug.

The time between then and prom was short-lived, almost like a blur as you both arrived at the school’s gymnasium. The rest of your friends had actual dates, so you weren’t surprised when they separated in their respective duos. You and Miguel mostly just messed around, the majority of the night. So when he pulled you towards the dance floor once the slow songs started to play, you couldn’t help but raise a brow.

“You hate dancing.” You stated, heels clicking coming to a stop once you both were in an empty spot. His hands sliding on to your waist as he took a step closer towards you. He let out an exhale through his nose as he smirked.

“I do.” He agrees, his hands sliding to your hands, and placing them on his shoulders before he placed his back in their original spot. “But, slow dancing is a part of the ‘prom experience’ or whatever, so I’ll suck it up for a few songs.”

You guess he had a point, so you just went with it. Staying quiet as you both swayed to the music, you haven’t even noticed that your head was resting on his shoulder until he spoke up again.

“So… everything like how you expect it to be?” He whispered jokingly, glancing down to meet your eyes, somehow despite the dim lighting, they still found a way to glimmer.

“It is.” You hummed with a soft smile,

“Good.”

—

“Harry, baby c’mon stop… Harry!”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), you know I can’t help it… something about wedding planning just does something to me-“

His words were interrupted with another spurt of giggles falling from your lips as you tried to pull away from the playful kisses trailing down your stomach. His hands keeping you in place by your hips. He knew you were ticklish, yet he continued to graze his fingernails down your sides just to watch your reaction.

“I’m so lucky, in a few months I’m going to get to call you my wife. My beautiful lovely wife.” He muttered against your skin. His words made your cheeks flush and your stomach flip, you don’t know another man who could make you feel the way he does.

His lips finally stop as the beginning of your sleeping shorts, his thumbs dipping into them, the fabric scrunching down when he goes to play with the straps of your panties. Half-lidded eyes go to meet yours, silently asking for permission.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to wait until the honeymoon?” You teased as you propped yourself up on your elbows. Trying to sit up on your shared bed as best as you could, but you weren’t able to before Harry went to crawl on top of you. Capturing your lips quickly before dipping his head to nibble at the crook of your neck.

“That’s coming from the girl who couldn’t stop grabbing at me during dinner.” He muttered back, leaving goosebumps to erupt on your skin when you felt him smirk against you, then going to nibble your sensitive spot. Making you let out a whimper before you could stop yourself.

“Because that waitress was trying to flirt with you!” You whined, hands traveling up to hold on to his shoulders as he kitten licked the bites he left behind.

“You act like I didn’t just say that because my father was there. He doesn’t need to know how often I make you scream my name-“

“Oh my gosh Harry, please don’t bring up Norman while we’re about to start fucking.” You laugh as you push him off of you gently, not being able to take the moment seriously anymore. In response he only raised a brow as he smirked again.

“So we were gonna fuck?”

“Jesus.” You laugh again, as you pushed him against the bed, lips crashing against one another as you straddle him.

—

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[nervoussagittarius]

to win or not to win

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: chris and his girlfriend do a twitch stream together and compete at who’s the better fortnite player, request

warnings: fluffy, language

it wasn’t unusual for you and chris to get into friendly competitions. most of them ended in a temper tantrum from one of you, but they were innocent nonetheless.

todays topic of discussion was ‘whos the better fortnite player’. although chris had been playing for a significant amount of time longer than you, you were sure you could hold your own. especially, because chris was the one to teach you how to play.

you both we’re confident in your skills, so the only logical way to decide was to take it to twitch and let the viewers watch the showdown.

“okay guys so here’s what’s happening today. y/n and i are having the fortnite championship and you guys are here to witness” chris said as he took the seat next to you. a very serious look was etched on his face

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a look that said ‘really?’

“while we wait for mr. dramatic to calm down i’ll tell you why we’re really here. chris thinks he’s better at fortnite then me.” you said. there was a slight pause before both of you broke into laughter and fell into eachother.

you continued as chris placed his head on your shoulder and watched the chat, “i don’t think chris is better a fortnite then me. so we’re gonna play a few rounds and see who has the best outcomes.”

“yeah so basically we’re gonna be playing 3 rounds, and when we finish we’re going to see who had the overall higher placings.” chris explained.

“that’s quite literally what i just said. thank you for repeating me, love”

“that’s quite literally what i just fucking said” chris mimicked as he poked your side to agitate you.

“stop it” you said giggling, trying to slap his hand away from you.

chris had the split screen set up on his pc. it was a tight fit but you guys were going to make it work. this argument needed to be settled.

the first two games went smoothly. trash talk was being thrown and so were elbows. you both didn’t mind playing dirty. lines had been crossed to many times to count, but it was all in fun.

“it all comes down to this, ma. so far we each have a first and second place finish” chris said cracking his knuckles. no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t intimidating anyone.

the game went smoothly for a while. you were both able to get through with out any scratches. it was down to the last ten when chris noticed you leg start bouncing in anticipation and nervousness.

as much as chris hated to admit it, he didn’t want to see you lose. he loved seeing how excited you got whenever you win a competition between the two of you, and this was a game chris was willing to throw.

chris looked at you, then at the game before him, then back at you. he could see the distress on your face and he hated it.

“dude i don’t even fucking know where these guys are coming from!” you exclaimed as you started firing random shots to try to hit someone.

you guys were now in the final four. chris made his way over to your character and quickly took out one on the guys shooting at you. you were able to get the other one out not long after that.

“oh fuck chris. please don’t shoot. please don’t shoot. please” you repeat over and over as you tried to get the perfect aim on chris’s player. without warning chris pretended to fumble his controller, dropping it to the ground.

“oh shit!”

this gave you the perfect opportunity to kill chris’s character and win the game and the overall competition between the two of you.

“yes!” you yelled as you threw your arms up and jumped out of your chair.

“oh my fuck. no chance. i just fucking won.”

you did a celebratory lap around chris’s room. chris winked at the camera and held his finger up to his lips telling the chat to not spoil the fact that she is let you win. when you made it back to him you held his face in your hands.

he looked up at you as you said, “you we’re good. simply just not good enough.” you leaned down to place a short peck on his lips and held out your hand for him to shake. he instead grabbed your hand pulling you down to sit on his lap.

“you know chris, me winning really just proves how good you are at fortnite because you taught me everything i know”

chris groaned in joking frustration as he nuzzled his head into the crook of you neck. he placed soft kisses around the area as you watched the chat congratulate your win.

chris finally picked his head up, “thank you guys so much for watching me get my ass kicked by my girlfriend i-”

“kinky.” you interrupted.

“okay that’s it” chris stood up, picking you up by your waist at the same time. he walked over to his bed and gently threw you down. swiftly, he ran back over to his desk chair, taking a seat.

“as i was saying, thanks for watching and we’ll see you again soon”

“bye!” you said blowing a kiss to the camera.

an: this one’s cute. i didn’t want it to seem identical to matt’s so i hope y’all enjoy it🤍

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[august126]

— ꒰ including ꒱ -Cat!scaramouche x fem! reader

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — fem! reader, established relationship, dirty talk,

— ꒰ summary — ꒱ helping Cat!Scaramouche in heat

You haven't seen Scaramouche for a couple of days and have searched everywhere, you begin to think he just up and left but as you search for him one morning Childe walks by you cracking up and barely holding it together.

You ask him what's up and he manages to pull himself together, “It must have been a miracle I wasn't killed by the balladeer because I managed to get away fast enough.”

Finding out that your lover had gone half a mile away to a cottage for a week because of something he wasn't telling you. You thanked him and went off to go confront him when the ginger pulled you back.

“He’s pretty pissy right now so be careful he doesn’t take a swipe at you. I’ll see you later, girlie/buddy. I need to thank whoever caused this.” So you set off for that place and after a few minutes came upon a small cottage near a lake, knocking on the door and hearing some things move and shift around inside.

You get concerned so you walk in and move to the bedroom, seeing Scaramouche sitting near his desk with his head down, his hat still on, which was strange because he always took it off when he was alone and inside.

Hearing you come forward, he doesn't turn around and only grumbles, continuing to complete paperwork. “Get out! You’re only bothering me! I’ll be back in a couple days so don’t worry like you always do, it’s pathetic.”

You of course don't buy it at all and to face him, ripping his hat off and seeing two small violet cat ears on his head that twitched when you tried to touch them. He muttered how idiotic you were to do something like that but what caught your eye was that he had a fierce blush covering his face.

Not only that but he was all hot and sweaty like he'd just finished training for a couple hours, which couldn't be true because of all the paperwork that has recently been completed next to him.

Your eyes betrayed you as you looked over at his ears again, seeing them move at your gaze and how soft to the touch they were before you heard him growl and get up to move across the room. Now catching a glimpse of a feline tail swishing about in frustration, you had to admit it was adorable and now you could tell why he holed himself up so no one could see him.

And why Childe was laughing his ass off and going to probably tell all the other harbingers, which you understood was humiliating and perfectly understood why he was holed up in here. “Scara, it’s okay but why do you look so worked up? Are you sick?”

Another grumble came out of him and he shook his head, going to sit down on the bed and pat the space next to him. “You know how certain feline animals go through a period called heat?” You immediately caught on and smirked, everything clicked and you reached your hand down to his tail.

Running your fingers from the tip to the base, not missing the purr your boyfriend was making, and started playing around with it. You then moved onto his ears and blew cold air at them. They twitched and he shuddered, a sudden confidence overshadowed you. “You seem so tense. Why don’t I help?”

His tail slowed down and swished from side to side, eyes dilating when you said those words. You took that as a go ahead and leaned down to his black pants, working them off and palming the tent in his boxers.

A soft moan left his lips and Scaramouche tilted his head back, enjoying the pleasure you were giving him and grabbed the back of your head, forcing it against his erection. “Why don’t you quit teasing and actually get to work, slut?” The small damp spot where his precum wet the fabric touched your cheek and you could feel how hard he was.

You pulled down his underwear and took a long lick from the base of his shaft to the tip, curling your hand around the base and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked the tip. Circling your tongue around his cock you bopped your head up and down, kittenlicking his slit and cupping his balls. Being pushed on by his moans and the pressure on his hand increasing.

“That’s it. Your mouth is always the best~ Maybe you should just be my little cock slut instead, huh?” Moaning when he said that, you continued to suck and kiss the tip of his cock. His breath hitched and he started to buck his hips, relaxing your throat so you didn’t gag.

Scaramouche let out a loud groan as his hips faltered and you felt his dick spasm, taking in all of his cum and trying to not let a drop spill. He relaxed his hand and you got off, being brought up by his hand and kissing his lips. You panted when you broke apart and kissed his neck, taking off his clothes and slowly stripping him naked.

“Such a good girl, being so obedient for me~ You think you can take my cock, you did an amazing job sucking me off but I think my cock might be a bit too big for your small pretty pussy.” You keened at his words and shook your head, grinding your cunt on his erection.

He smirked and pulled you closer, the tip of his dick grazing your lips and you rolled your hips to gain more friction. He clicked his tongue and maneuvered his other hand down to your clit, “Hold on, I need to stretch that tight cunt out so I don’t hurt you. Then again, you’d probably get off on that, being skewered on my cock and so sex drunk that you can only scream my name.”

His fingers dipped into your cunt while his thumb circled your clit, spreading apart your labia and reaching his fingers deeper into your hole. Your lover knew your body as well as you did, almost better, he knew just where to touch you so you could cum on command and exactly where to kiss or bite on your neck so that you completely gave into him.

“I’m not that cockdrunk-“ Scara put pressure on your bud and you interrupted yourself with a moan, fighting against his hold on your waist so you could meet his thrusts. It didn’t help that not only was he strong but he knew what buttons to press and where.

But your lover wasn’t normal right now, he was in a cat-like heat and had sensitive ears and a tail, snaking your hands up to his indigo fluffy ears and stroking the very tips.

You succeeded at shaking his dominance when he moaned at his ears twitched, leaning into your hand even more and his tail wrapping around your wrist.

If you listened closely you could also hear a small purr coming from his throat. Instead of stopping like you thought, it seemed to spur him on and pump his fingers into you faster. “You don’t know what you just did, kitten.” Chuckling as he reeled you closer and closer toward an orgasm, failing to contain the lewd noises you were causing.

Gasping when you felt his tongue lick one of your nipples and sucking the tip of your breast with lips, nipping the sensitive tit and letting go when he backed up. Every reaction you were giving was pure pleasure to him, thinking that he maybe should’ve sought you out sooner rather then shutting himself in.

Scaramouche switched tits and gave some attention to the other, flicking the nipple with his tongue in time with his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You arched your back at the dual sensation and your breathing quickened, whimpering out at the knot building up. “Scara- hm- I’m cumming-“

At those words he stopped his movement all together, pulling his fingers out of your soaked pussy and bringing them up to your lips.

“I think it’s only fair that you clean up your own mess, don’t you?” Despite the clear confusion on your face you obeyed and opened your mouth, letting your tongue welcome his slick covered fingers.

“Such a pretty kitty, my pretty kitty. Sucking my fingers so well, you must be a whore for my cock if you're obeying all my orders.” You whined and went to roll your hip, desperate for something as you high died down because it could climax.

All that earned you was a slap to your ass and to your cunt, yelping at the impact. “I would’ve let you orgasm if you hadn’t tried to play with my ears, but you just had to go and give yourself a punishment.”

You tried to mumble out an apology but you were busy with fingers, lapping up your cum and pleading with your eyes that you’d be good. “Are you going to be an obedient girl?” Nodding and humming you agreed, swirling your tongue around his fingers and bobbing your head.

Internally screaming in joy when he smirked and lifted your hips, positioning you over his dick and looking at you for confirmation. You nodded and your head fell into his shoulders when he snapped his hips up. Rolling your hips against his to get him to move, kissing you and beginning to thrust into you cunt.

“Such a good cutie~ Taking my cock so well.” Lewd noises and breathing echoed the room, skin slapping against skin. He brought you in for a kiss and cupped your cheek, angling his body so he hit just the right spots.

You cried out when his cock hit one spot that made you arch your back, gasping and crying out. “There! Right there~ Scara-” Reaching your hips up so you could get that striking pleasure again and your lover meeting you.

Scaramouche put his hand on the small of your back and pushed it up, increasing the pleasure you both felt by ten fold. “You feel so good!” Moaning as you kissed and bit his neck, receiving praise from your lover with each meet of your hips.

You felt the knot build up again, you pleaded at the violet haired harbinger to let you cum and grinning in relief when he let you. “You’ve such a good pet so okay. Cum.” The damn broke and you mewled against him, milking his dick for all he’s worth.

Thighs shaking as you rode out your high, Scaramouche felt his own orgasm approaching and your walls contracting, pulling out right but he came. His small cute ears bending back and tail wrapping around your wrist. White thick ropes spurting out onto your stomach and resting his arms on either side of you, he kissed your lips.

“You alright darling?” You nodded and sighed. “Just tired. Can we rest?” He chuckled and nodded, getting up to grab a cloth to clean you up. Wiping the cum off of your stomach and outer lips, you shivered at the cool sensation and shivered.

Before throwing it away into a wastebasket and coming back to you, he snuggled into your chest and whispered how this wasn’t a total failure of a day. Laughing you agreed and settled into him, rubbing his ears and smiling when he allowed himself to be soft

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[forestlv4r]

Fuck Your Boyfriend Matt sturniolo x Fem!reader Cheater chris x Fem!reader

Warnings: cheating, Dom!Matt, choking, crying, pet names, smut blah blah blah

sam yaps: FUCK YO BOYFRIEND HE A BITCH AND I THINK ITS TIME YOU SWITCH CALL ME WHEN UR FEELIN LONELY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA

I'm laying on the couch on my back scrolling through the brain rotting tiktoks about new stanley cups and tiktok rizz party. "what the fuck is my for you page anymore bro" i say to myself, sighing jumping up from my seat heading to the kitchen to make a snack for a movie night all alone.

My boyfriend chris has been cold and distant to me since him and his brothers recent tour. All he's been doing is going out, coming home, picking a fight with me and then leaving to stay at a friends house for a while.

Todays fight of the day with him was "why the fuck would you post yourself in a mini skirt", he's never really had a problem with me posting in revealing stuff before the tour, his only issue back then was; "i want you to be all for me baby", now its become; "you're acting like an attention seeking whore".

As i wait for my popcorn to finish in the microwave, i'm choosing a song on my phone to listen to in the meantime. i place my phone on the counter opening the microwave to take out the bag of popcorn and put it in a bowl.

Pouring the popcorn into a bowl i pause getting a notification on my phone, multiple notifications.

"hm, unknown number?" i say to myself opening the chat to see what i was sent.

"WHAT THE FUCK" you scream to yourself, dropping the bowl of popcorn you had in your hand, making a loud bang.

-

"what happened what was the noi- oh my god" matt says as he walks into the kitchen, waking up from the loud noise from beside his bedroom. You were currently laying on the kitchen floor, back against the fridge, legs up to your chest and your faces in between them sobbing your eyes out.

"oh my god what happened y/n/n" matt says a worried look hurrying over to his face as he sits next to you pulling you in for a hug.

you say absolutley nothing, handing your phone to him where the text messages are still visible.

"oh that mother fucker" he says angrily.

"do you know where he is right now?" matt asks you lifting up your swollen face from your chin with his fingers to face him.

"yeah...hes at a house party some friend is hosting" you manage to say from in between sobs.

As matt attempts to get up, you knowing that he will go fuck chris up you stop him.

"matt no!, please I need you right now" you speak, looking up at him with glossy eyes that he immediately melts into.

"...okay" he spoke before picking you up bridal style and placing you on the couch, "wait here"

he goes on to get you a blanket, walking over to you and sitting next to you to place the blanket on the both of you.

you lean your head on his shoulder as he pulls you in for a hug, "what do you wanna watch?" he asks.

"anything.." you reply quietly.

"hey, you can talk to me"

"I don't know its just, I feel disgusting, why would he cheat on me? is something wrong with me? does he really think I'm a whore or seek attention?"

"Chris is a dumbass and doesn't deserve you, you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on and he's a big dumbass for not seeing that beauty within you, your eyes, your hair, your everything. you should just text him that you're breaking up." he speaks looking into you eyes with nothing but love.

your faces get closer, your noses brushing up against each other, until he grabs your cheek and smashes your lips together. you tongues fight for dominance, the kiss getting heated quickly, teeth clashing and spit mixing, you pull away slowly from the kiss nothing but a string of saliva connecting you both.

his hand is on your cheek just as he stares into your beautiful brown eyes, "I love you y/n." he utters. "I love you too Matty" you mumble before he puts his lips on your again kissing you even harder.

you fall back onto the couch, making matt now above you, he quickly pulls away to remove his shirt as you do the same, going back to making out while he tries to remove his sweats and boxers at the same time.

he pulls away and his hand reaches down to the band of your panties, "can I take these off?" he asks.

"yes please I need you" you whine, squirming under his touch.

"my needy girl" he chuckles as he grabs the bands of your panties and sweeps them off quickly.

he pumps himself a little lubing his length with his precum, alinging his member to your entrance

"just tell me if you need me to stop okay?" he speaks gently holding your cheek.

"okay.." you whimper when he pushes himself in agonizingly slow, stopping for you to get used to his length.

"matt please move I don't need to wait" you whine pathetically.

"okay princess" he says, speeding up his movements hitting the right spot each time.

"God matt...yes yes yes" you moan out before matt grabs your throat, "keep quiet princess we don't want Nick hearing us yeah?" he mutters as he looks down to see the bulge in your stomach, pressing down on it with the hand that choked you, adding pressure to you.

"mm matty I'm so clo..se" you utter unable to speak from the ephoric feeling, he reaches down to your clit rubbing tight circles causing you to leach your hands onto his back, your nails leaving makes that are sure to reveal in the morning.

as soon as you start seeing nothing but Matt's eyes and stars you cum all over him coating his length, "where do you want it princess" matt asks speeding his movements, slightly overstimulating you.

"i-in me" you moan from still being sensitive, a few pumps in and matt finishes in you, coating your walls white.

he pulls out earning a whine from you as he lays down next to you. "are you okay my princess?" he asks, reaching to your face to move the hair away. "more than okay" you smile back before you guys to wash off and get dressed, going back on the couch to watch a movie only to fall a sleep cuddling each other under the blankets.

-

5:36am

the door slams and you hear loud foot steps waking you and matt up.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?" chris screams, reffering to you and matt cuddling on the couch.

tears start forming in your eyes causing Chris to get angrier and matt to pull you into a hug making you sob on his shoulder.

"don't fucking scream at her acting like you didn't kiss two different girls yesterday at the bitch party of yours." chris' eyes soften into horror from Matt's words, "you don't fucking deserve her, you're a cheater and an asshole might as well just fucking leave the house." matt continues yelling causing Nick to come out to the comotion and chris to stay quiet lowering his head.

"what the fuck happened here?' Nick questions.

"why don't you ask this fucking asshole" matt scoffs, picking you up and taking you to his room.

"chris what happened why is y/n crying? and why are you starting to cry? and why did matt take her?" Nick questions confused as to why his brothers girlfriend is with the other brother.

"I..I cheated" Chris manages to say in between sobs.

"what the fuck...you're sick Chris." Nick mutters disappointedly before walking off to Matt's room to find you.

-

matt takes you his room leaving Nick and Chris alone, as he slams his door shut.

he places your sobbing body on his bed, grabbing a few tissues from his nightstand and sitting next to you to wipe your tears, "its okay princess, I promise you wont have to see him again. I can get us an apartment or another house and we can go live there. you wont have to experience this ever again." he says gently wiping your sweet face.

"thank you matt, I love you so much"

"I love you more than you can imagine baby" he says taking you in for a hug, until you guys hear a knock on the door seeing Nick walk in.

"I'm so sorry y/n" he says going in to hug you.

"yeah..its alright" you say melting into nicks hug.

Sam yaps: I couldn't figure out an ending lol ALSO IM ALIVE I HAVENT POSTED IN SO LONG YAYAYA

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[navybrat817]

Could use a cuddle with Bucky. 😭

Me, too, nonnie.

Open Your Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You aren't ready to face the day.

Word Count: Over 700

Warnings: Slight angst, comfort, insecurities, doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: For @flashfictionfridayofficial 's prompt: Open Your Eyes. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was difficult to rise and meet the day. Heavy were the burdens and challenges that awaited you. As much as the rays of sunshine beckoned for you to get up as the warmth touched your face, you refused to budge. Staying in bed was comforting. Easier. 

If sleep gave life to your dreams, why face reality?

Why did you have to get up?

“Open your eyes.”

You wished you could explain why it hurt to do so. Why it felt like you might break if you tried. You wanted some sort of relief. Answers to questions you hadn't begun to ask. You wanted to regain some sense of control and not feel like the build up inside of you would explode. 

Would it be so wrong to let it out?

“Please,” the gentle voice urged, patiently waiting. 

A man who would wait forever for you if you asked.

A pair of blue eyes bore into yours when you finally complied with his command. His loving gaze lifted some of the weight that settled in your chest. His smile alleviated it more, making it easier to take your next breath. He was one of the reasons why facing reality was better than any dream.

“There she is,” he whispered, cupping your cheek as you blinked the remaining sleep away. “Hey.”

“Hey, Bucky,” you whispered back, leaning into his touch before he brought his hand to your waist and pulled you closer. “You’re here.”

You half expected him to be on the floor with a pillow and sheet. Sleep wasn't easy for him to come by, especially on the nights when nightmares plagued him. He tossed and turned and had a hard time getting back to sleep when he abruptly woke up. The last thing he wanted to do was disturb your slumber. 

But you did your best to ease him through by being there. You took care of him. And some days he took care of you. Give and take. That’s what relationships should be. 

“I’ll always be here when you wake up,” he said when your eyes misted over. He pulled you closer, a look of desperation crossing his face when he saw your tears. “Are you okay?”

Words died on your tongue as you opened your mouth. You wanted to tell him you didn't know why today felt so heavy, but his presence made it better. You wished you could explain why you were pulling apart at the seams, but that his touch helped stitch you back together. He helped you without trying. 

When you were wide awake later, you’d remind him of how much you appreciated him. 

“I don't know,” you answered. 

He let out a breath. It was an answer he usually gave you, not the other way around. “Come here.”

He pressed a kiss on the top of your head when you laid it against his chest. You held him like this from time to time. You’d urge him to listen to the beat of your heart as you ran your fingers through his hair. It calmed him. 

Like the steady beat of his heart calmed you. 

But fear crept in like a slow poison when he gave you no reason to feel that way. It infected your confidence and securities with doubt. What if you were too much for him? What if he chose to walk away? Falling in love could feel terrifying when you didn't know where you’d land. 

As if he sensed your insecurity, he placed another kiss to the top of your head and renewed your faith that you’d be there to catch each other. 

“I love you and I’m thankful I have you by my side,” Bucky said, further affirming that he wouldn't give up on you for any reason. 

Just like you’d never give up on him. 

“I love you and I’m thankful for you, too,” you said, a tear sliding down your cheek before you hid your face in his chest. “But can we stay like this a bit longer? I know we need to get up, but I’m not quite ready.”

“We can stay here as long as you’d like,” Bucky promised. 

And when you were ready, you'd face the day together. 

Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[black-arcana]

the GazettE members says farewell to Reita

With the passing of Reita, the members of the GazettE have shared their heartfelt and heartbreaking farewells to the brightest bassist out there, Reita.

In the farewell messages, the members make mentions of the “forever” that Reita wished for, referring to Reita’s last tweet posted the day before his passing.

Reita’s last tweet: “I hope that the GazettE lasts forever”.

In our translations below, we tried to keep the messages as faithful to the original source as possible, taking into account nuances such as vocalist Ruki’s use of hiragana for “Reita” (れいた), and the other members’ use of “REITA” in capital letters, and more.

Please read every word that the members had to share.

Vocalist Ruki

I think the meaning of what [Reita] posted at the end, “I hope that the GazettE lasts forever”, is that he wanted to be able to see that amazing view from the stage in 2023—the view that he saw with his own eyes—for the rest of time. That view he saw together with you, the fans. Your happy faces. That place where all of us raised our voices together. That wonderful, irreplaceable treasure. I think that he thought it would be wonderful if that moment would last an eternity. I remember you saying that you wanted to play a show soon. “Even when I’m having a hard time, getting together with my band members like this and laughing is when I’m having the most fun”, he was the type of kind, passionate guy, who even after becoming an adult could say this with total honesty. I loved that honesty. We even joked around about taking care of our health this year, just like we did every year on our birthdays. This band will never be a 4 member thing. No matter what anyone says. You’re the only bassist for us. I know your soul is always going to be there on my right-hand side. Nobody will be able to see it, but we’ll feel it. That proof of life that you built with the GazettE will live on. That’s what I believe. That you’ll always be beside me as I keep singing, Reita. We’ll never become something that you’d hate. I don’t want to make you sad. Humans lives are finite, but I think the soul remains. Your soul will live on, in us, in me, in our fans. I want to keep playing shows that will make those I love want to come back and play, even when they’re just souls. Because all of our fans are here for us, we can create that view he wanted to see and keep him here with us forever. So please stay by my side from here on out, too. I know he’d like it best if you remembered him with a smile, and how amazing he was, instead of being sad when you see him. We’ll be more than ready to look after this band from here on out. We’ll show you that “forever” you wished for, Reita. So make sure you come down from heaven for every show, okay? We’ll always have a seat for you. Things are going to get really busy from here on out. Once we’ve settled on a schedule, I’ll contact you again.

Guitarist Uruha

To all the fans who supported REITA until now, I think he was a huge source of support for everyone, including myself. I still can’t accept that he’s not here, that we won’t be able to stand on stage together again. I think there’s going to be a lot of things I’ll come to understand slowly over time. But drowning in sorrow forever won’t let us bring his wish to see “forever” to life, and I deeply feel that I need the strength to keep moving forward from here on. I also think that the road we paved with him to get here is irreplaceable, and I think we all want to keep that alive inside of us in the future. He gave us so much, and stood by our side for so long, and now and forever, he will be one of my closest friends. Please keep all the words, the memories, and the love for everyone that he gave us in your hearts. REITA will live on in our hearts. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for always supporting the GazettE and REITA in more ways than one.

Guitarist Aoi

Out of all the things and all the work I’ve had to do with these members and our small team of staff, this is the only one I haven’t wanted to do. There was a time in the past when I considered giving up on my dream. Back then, after so many discussions, and some encouragement, the other members managed to convince me not to give up. That’s the kind of band we are, and that’s how the GazettE came to be where it is. REITA, you’re not the type of person who wishes for eternity. You’re the type who is eternal. To someone like you, I can’t say something clever like “I’ll carry the weight of your burden too”. I wanted to make more music with you, and see so much more together. No matter where or what, if it’s all 5 of us and our fans are there, it would be amazing. It’s so painful, having all these things I want to say and knowing none of them will come true. Anyway, when I make my way over there, I’m going to give you a stern talking to. You must be sad that we’re suddenly not around anymore, but just rest up until we meet again. I have a little more that I need to do on this side first. Thanks for coming all this way with us. Rest in peace.

Drummer Kai

REITA was such a huge presence to me, more than I can even know. All the words, saving me with sound, the mood maker of the band; really, I have so many truly wonderful memories of him, but most of all, his brilliant appearance when he was on stage. He was the best partner anyone could ask for in the rhythm section, truly one of a kind. That hasn’t and will not change. I want to carry his memory with me, and be more determined than ever to continue the GazettE. Lastly, to all our fans and associates who have supported us throughout these 22 years, Thank you. I want to keep running forward, all 5 of us, and hope you’ll stay with us. REITA. Rest easy. Thank you. Just like always, with everyone by our side, we’ll keep the GazettE alive. I promise. I don’t want those 22 years of yours to be wasted, and there are plenty of others who don’t either. Make sure you show your face at our shows! Let’s drink the good stuff together again sometime, okay?

We tried to get these message ready for you as soon as possible, but reading through them was extremely emotional and difficult for us.

While we understand that for most, this might not provide any real closure, but we hope you were able to grasp the sentiment and genuine emotions that the members shared.

As fans, we will continue to protect that “forever” too, Reita. Please rest assured.

#the gazette #ruki #uruha #aoi #kai #reita

[naompspsps]

"[NAME]'S A SORCERER" "I think it's pretty cool."

Ruggie x GN!Reader

Summary: Ruggie is gonna cook, and you decided to help him out only to show the whole dorm the little 'trick' you learned that scares most of the members in there, And that is making an egg shaped like a heart too perfectly.

Established Relationship with Ruggie, friends w/ the boyz reader 😎 RUGGIE AND LEONA SIBLING FRIENDSHIP, chaos. alot of chaos.

Ft. The entire Savanaclaw Dorm.

A/N: I'm telling you, This happened to me while I was cooking breakfast and It was so perfect. THE HEART EGG WAS TOO PERFECT.

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You lay on Ruggie's lap while reading a book in the Savanaclaw lounge. You were getting into the storyline of the book, especially with your boyfriend letting you lay on him as you read. He knew you were a bookworm after all.

As you read, your boyfriend's hand suddenly holds the book, slowly raising it up and taking a small peek at the story. "Hey! Those are spoilers! Read it from the beginning!!" You snatch the book down, and instead of being defensive aswell, he just lets out a laugh.

"Sugarplum? What kind of Main character would call the soon to be ex 'sugarplum'?" Ruggie places his hands on the ground behind him, you sit up and crawl closer to him. You sit on his lap and give him a little pout. "Ah- Hey! Sevens, You adorable little doll." He mumbles.

You laugh, Going back to reading. "The sugarplum is only for the extra, The main character isn't a hero!"

"..A spy?" He guesses with a sneaky grin. "A spy!- Wait- Where'd you hear that?!" You look at him, closing the book and putting it aside to face him. "You really thought I never read that before? I always read it at the library."

"You!-"

"Ruggie, Go cook for us." Leona yells, Ruggie softly scoffs and you.. Well, You sigh sadly. You barely even hang out with Ruggie anymore because of those stupid assignments and stupid Leona...

Then a memory suddenly appears in your mind, you look at Ruggie. "Wait, Can I do something with you?"

"What, You wanna cook with me?"

You stare at him blankly. How does he guess so good? Are you just that predictable? "How- Whatever. Yeah?.."

Ruggie shrugs. "Up to Leona." He mumbles. "Yeah Yeah, Whatever." Leona yawns, getting up to go to the kitchen. "Yay!" You quickly get up, but before that- You also help Ruggie up.

While Ruggie cooks, The rest of the dorm members were.. In the kitchen. Even Jack, Who is literally holding a pot and doing his thing. Who interuppted them that they just brought their stuff here?

"Can I ask why you all are here?" You turn to them. "We just.. Wanted to-" Savanaclaw Student B speaks up. "Why, Do you feel anxious around them? I can kick 'em out for ya." Ruggie looks at you, as if he's observing your face. "Oh, No- I was just asking."

Ruggie looks like he's not believing you. But the thing is, You really do feel alright with them watching you both. At this point you've gotten used to it. "I'm serious. Don't look at me like that." You instantly answer.

He shrugs it off anyways. He opens the fridge, putting his head inside and immediately Leona smacks him at the back. "Ow!- What was that for?!"

"Stop puttin' your head in the fridge."

"It's hot okay!" He crosses his arms, The whole dorm laughing at his failure, so did you. You look at the egg, then at everyone. "Heyyyy Ruggie, Love, I got something for you." He immediately stops sulking, walking up to you as quick as he could like a pup.

You look at the pan, cracking the egg together. As you slowly part the egg shells together, the egg white perfectly shapes a heart, while the egg yolk is placed at the middle.

"WHAT THE F- FUDGING COOKIES!" The whole dormitory members jump and backs away from you, as if you were a sorcerer in disguise. You look at them. "You guys are so dramatic~" You tease them, No. Not tease. Taunt. Ruggie just looks at the perfectly shaped heart, the sparkles in his eyes growing.

You take the salt, sprinkling it on the egg. Can't forget about the seasonings if you're giving that to your amazing boyfriend. "What is it?" Jack stands up from his seat, walking closer to look down at the pan. "Sorcery. Forget I asked." He turns away, walking back to his seat and regretting everything he did.

"I ain't panicking because [Name] Did that, I'm panicking over how they did that so casually!" Another Savanaclaw Student says, hugging the taller student like some monster is gonna eat them alive.

"CALL THE POLICE!"

You're enjoying their reactions, it makes you laugh. Even Leona, who's leaning against the wall near the corner; is laughing. You look at Ruggie, Who's still astonished with the egg. You take the handle of the plan, gently putting the egg on Ruggie's plate. "Ta-Daa~" You point at the egg.

"[NAME]'S A SORCERER RUGGIE! DON'T LET THE FOOL DECEIVE YOU!" A student grabs Ruggie, pulling him away from you in which he resists, walking closer to you. "Nah-uh, I think it's talent, and I think it's cool." Ruggie shrugs, Walking behind you and hugs you as tight as he could.

"Plus, What could be so bad about falling inlove with a Sorcerer? They're nice. Probably the kindest Sorcerers to ever exist." Ruggie cups your cheeks, lightly shaking your head. He knows they're joking, but he just likes playing along with them. It's who he is and that's what you love about him.

...

"..ew." Jack whispers. For The Great Seven's sake, Get a room please. Leona wipes a non-existent tear, sighing to finally stop laughing. "Ha- Oh, That was a good one [Name]." He steps closer to you, raising his hand for a high-five, Of course, You take the chance to get along with Leona more. So you accept it and clap each other's hands together.

"I know right." You confidently reply.

Everyone's eating now. Of course, A darling you are, You helped Ruggie in cooking. You watch him eat. You already ate alot so, you can't really take another bite. Oh? He doesn't seem to be eating the egg you cooked him. "Love.." He mumbles.

"What?"

"..I don't wanna eat the egg now."

"What?!" The whole dorm stands up. That's unusual! No way he doesn't want to eat it. He wants to eat literally everything, discard the rotten stuff in the list. "Because it's from [Name]! I won't see it again!"

Oh.

You laugh, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you continue to laugh. "Oh my- Ruggie! Hahaha! You know I can just keep making you more if you want! This Darling's talent will never disappear!~"

Ruggie sighs. "Fine.. I love you.."

"I love you more~"

"Please get a room." A few other members whisper. "Why? Feeling single?" Leona teases. "..Housewarden, You're single too!"

"Ouch." Both You and Ruggie whisper to each other.

Author's End Note: one day before his birthday... DONT BE MEAN TO ME RUGGIE I ONLY HAVE 20 PULLS FOR YOU

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[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Voicemails - Simon “Ghost” Riley*F!Reader

Hello, I’m not available to take your call right now. Please leave a message. Thank you.

word count: 500

[Call ‘Simon🤍’]

“Sorry, I’m not available to take your call right now. Please leave a message if you need.”

“Simon, I go to the new tea shop two streets away, and I’m sure you will like it, I can’t wait for you to come home and go there together. Anyways I hope you’re safe, miss you! bye!”

[Call ‘Simon🤍’]

“Sorry, I’m not available to take your call right now. Please leave a message if you need.”

“Hello baby, do you remember the dog we’ve met at the park before? I met the owner and the dog today, I told the owner you love them so much, and he invited us to go to the dog park with him next Saturday, I agreed because I’m sure you will love it! Stay safe honey, I’m counting down the days for you to come back, but as long as you’re okay, then I’ll wait forever, muah, see you!”

[Call ‘Simon Riley’]

“Sorry, I’m not available to take your call right now. Please leave a message if you need.”

“Hello, This is Angelvale Hospital, you’re written as the emergency contact of ..., she was involved in a car accident and is in a desperate situation. Please return your call as soon as possible.”

——

[Call ‘Lovie’]

“Hello! You’ve reached... I can’t get to the phone right now, please leave a message or your number, and I’ll get back to you soon, Thank you!”

“Hey, love, it’s me, Simon. Everything’s going well for me. I went to the tea shop yesterday, and it sure had some nice tea, but the bean water you like to drink still sucks for me. Miss you, bye.”

[Call ‘Lovie’]

“Hello! You’ve reached... I can’t get to the phone right now, please leave a message or your number, and I’ll get back to you soon, Thank you!”

“Hey darling, I met the dog owner yesterday at the park. He asked me why you didn’t show up that Saturday, I told him you had something urgent and went to a place very far away. He invited us to the dog park again, and said he hoped to see you too. I agreed I’ll be there on time. Wait for me to tell you about the dog park, okay? see you.”

[Call ‘Lovie’]

“Hello! You’ve reached... I can’t get to the phone right now, please leave a message or your number, and I’ll get back to you soon, Thank you!”

“Hey love, it’s already one month since you left me, I hope you’re doing well there. If there’s a nice coffee shop, tell me when I get there and we can go together, yeah?”

“...”

“I... I’m still sorry...”

“I’m sorry... I don’t even get to see you one last time...”

“It hurts, right? I’m sorry... I’m not there to help you... I know you hate injections... and I hate that I wasn’t there to let you hold my hands just like every time...”

“I miss you... I miss you so much, love. I can still smell your perfume from your pillow in the nights I can’t sleep.

“I just want you to come back... “

“Wait for me, okay? You say you will wait for me forever as long as I’m safe.”

“I should go now, I will call you back soon, yeah?”

“I love you.”

“Bye…”

#cod imagine #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon riley imagine #cod x reader #cod x you #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you

[elisespage]

in which the world seems to be obsessed with how you and kylian spend dates together.

+

“i think this is the right colour,” you mumbled, holding the paint next to kylian’s shirt and examining them next to each other. “it doesn’t matter about the shirt as long as you make me look handsome.”

“carry on being so full of yourself and i’m turning you into quasimodo.”

he knew you were joking and he giggled, moving your hand away so you could carry on painting.

“seriously, it should be allowed to go in the louvre.”

“my painting skills might be excellent but are you really worthy enough to be hung in the louvre?” you wondered and kylian nodded. “uh, definitely.”

you carried on painting the t-shirt then grabbed the green for the shading of the trees behind him. “can you give me a strawberry?”

kylian held the strawberry up to your lips and smiled at you taking a bite, getting back into the groove of painting. one of the things he loved most about you was how you could make something so simple look so beautiful.

when you suggested having your next date in the local park, kylian wasn’t really sure considering how popular you two were but you soon talked him around and you brought paint and a picnic.

“what are we going to do with it though?”

“i don’t know, we can keep it. or donate it to the louvre,” you snickered, reminding him of how silly his idea was. “i think we keep it and show it to our great-grandchildren in the future so they know how handsome their papa was.”

it warmed your heart that kylian thought about your future together. he’d often talk about what he’d tell his kids and grandkids, and you’d blush at the thought of him thinking of being with you for that long.

“well let’s hope they don’t want a painting of me because you would actually make me look like quasimodo.”

“impossible.”

+

“are you sure we’re going the right way?”

kylian was holding his phone as high as he could to try and get a signal but nothing was happening. “i swear we’ve passed this tree six times. how much water do we have left?”

“barely any. it’s so hot as well,” kylian groaned, his t-shirt slung over his shoulder. “who’s bright idea was it to go hiking?”

“um, yours?” you sighed as kylian trailed behind you still trying to find a signal to no luck. “what if we turn around? surely we’re bound to find a house or something.”

the pair of you decided it was probably better to carry on and you might come across someone who could help and sure enough, a young girl and her dog came down the same path.

“excuse me, do you know the way back down? we got lost up here and can’t find a signal.”

she seemed to stand for a moment before her jaw dropped, seeming to understand that she was meeting you and kylian.

“hello? are you okay?”

“sorry, sorry. um, yes it’s this way.”

her dog jumped up onto you, his paws dirtying your shirt. “down, milo!” she ordered and he jumped off you, a smile etched on your face at how cute he was. “sorry about him, he usually doesn’t like other people.”

“it’s okay, cute dog by the way.”

the girl smiled at you and kylian, walking ahead of you two. she didn’t want to bother you both too much but she had thousands of questions she wished to ask.

“so, are you from paris or are you a tourist?” kylian asked, deciding to make small talk and the girl smiled as she responded, “i’m actually from spain but have been living here for the past two years.”

the three of you continued chatting about silly things like the weather and the best places to eat until you finally reached the end of the trail.

“thank you so much! seriously, we were starting to think of eating each other to survive.”

she giggled at you and said, “don’t worry about it. have a nice day.”

when she walked off, kylian passed you the car keys and wrapped his arm into yours. “shall we go get some food? i could kill for food right now.”

“lead the way, my favourite cannibal.”

+

the alcohol in your system was certainly kicking in now, and kylian’s words in your ear had turned into incoherent mumbling.

“what-what did you say?” you slurred, eyes trying to focus on his face but you couldn’t help but distract yourself by the bright lights above you.

had they always been that pretty?

“i said do you want a game of pool?”

you turned around to the pool table that was in the centre of the bar. when you were a kid, your brother had a pool table in his room but you never actually got to play.

“i don’t know how…”

“come on, cherié.”

kylian held his hand out and you stumbled getting off the chair but his arm around your waist held you steady as you both made your way to the table.

he sat you down on a chair whilst he set the game up, and you wondered where kylian learnt how to play pool. you reminded yourself to ask him after but knowing how drunk you were, you’d probably forget that you even played pool.

“okay, you can break,” kylian said, holding out the cue which he had made sure was okay enough for you. “kyks, i hate to say this but i can’t even see my hands let alone a few balls on-on the table.”

“fine, i’ll help you then.”

you broke the set of balls and watched as they scattered all over the table and luckily, you potted one of them. “see, now you go again.”

your hands started to shake a little as you tried to focus on the ball you wanted to pot but you soon calmed down when kylian leant over, touching the cue with you.

“you’ve got to try and get it at the right angle. see, if you hit this one then it will bounce off the other and into the net.”

and sure enough, when you did hit it at the right angle, it went into the net.

you cheered and turned around to face kylian, kissing him on the cheek. “you’re supposed to be playing against me baby,” you snorted, turning back around to take your next go.

kylian didn’t care much.

even if he lost, he’d always remember he was the one who taught you how to play properly.

+

for your twenty second birthday, kylian had booked the both of you a weekend trip to italy. it came as a great surprise and you were so excited on the plane there.

even more so when you landed.

the pair of you had decided to go out for dinner for the night and when walking back, the sun was setting nicely.

you’d picked up a great tan after the first day and the sun just felt different to the one in france. it felt nicer.

“thank you for this, kyks.”

his arm was looped between yours and he had a wide smile on his face. “it’s your birthday, cherié.”

you shrugged, “well yeah, but you could have took me out for dinner at home. you didn’t have to fly us out to italy.”

kylian stopped you both in your tracks, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he grabbed both of your hands and took them into his.

“listen, i love you, okay? and when people love each other they do things for each other. and i know you’ve been wanting to come to italy so it’s the perfect birthday gift.”

even though the sun had set, kylian was sure it was still there. your smile was so bright that he could practically live off it. if the sun suddenly disappeared one day, all he’d have to do was make you smile and everything would be okay again.

“i love you too. and thank you, again.”

laughter could be heard from across where you were and you looked over the railing down towards the beach. there was a group of kids kicking a ball around with each other, a heartwarming encounter that made your smile grow wider.

“kyks, look,” you pointed to the kids, the pair of you watching as they cheered when the ball went into their makeshift net. “he’s good, huh?”

you found it funny that the children didn’t have a clue that kylian was watching them and probably never would know.

his arm rested on your shoulder and he sighed softly whilst pulling you away. “come on, cherié.”

+

the car ride was spent in silence as kylian’s eyes stayed focused on the road ahead whilst you continued to bite your fingernails.

he didn’t know what was wrong with you today but it was starting to make him upset that you were.

all morning you’d been pacing around, only making small talk. when he picked you up from work, you refused to get coffee which was unusual, and now was silent.

kylian tried to think of the right thing to say but nothing was coming to mind.

“if there’s something wrong, you should tell me. maybe i can help.”

you felt sick all of a sudden and you unbuckled the seatbelt. “please, stop the car!”

“we’re in the middle of the road, i can’t-”

“just stop it!”

he pulled up and was confused when you opened the car door making a swift exit and down the steps towards the sands of the beach down below.

several cars honked the horns and kylian wondered if he was even allowed to stop here but he didn’t care; he needed to know what was wrong with you. he followed behind you quickly, stopping when you practically collapsed onto the sand and started crying.

“y/n, cherié, please tell me what’s wrong.”

the beach was practically empty. the only people on it were two teenagers with their backs to you and an old couple a couple of yards away.

“i-i can’t. you won’t be able to look at me the same way.”

every bad thought possible began filling kylian’s head and he wondered what could possibly upset you so much. “whatever it is, i’ll still love you.”

water had always calmed you down.

as a kid, if someone had picked on you or you had a fight with your siblings, you’d always find yourself at the beach. you’d build sandcastles and dip your toes into the water, collecting seashells until it was time to go home.

it only made sense that you were here right now.

slowly, you turned your head to face him and then your full body was facing him. he looked down at you waiting patiently for the words to come out your mouth. but it was like you were stuck. thinking of the various things that could happen.

but as kylian’s eyes were wide and his smile was soft, you felt safe.

“i’m pregnant.”

it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs, a feeling he’d only felt a couple of times, all after being delivered big news. “you’re what?”

“pregnant. i’m pregnant, okay?”

you tried to search in his eyes to see what he was thinking but he just seemed shocked. not in the bad way though. he was more shocked at the fact you were crying.

“but i thought you wanted kids, cherié?”

you turned back around to face the ocean again, mind full of thoughts that you’d be a terrible mother. “i do. but-but i’m scared, kyks. what if i’m not good enough?”

his arms snaked around your waist and his chin rested in the crook of your neck. “you’re more than good enough. i’ve seen the way you are with kids. anyone would be lucky to have you as their mother. and i’d be the happiest man alive to have a kid with you.”

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[amourane]

sleepless nights

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

genre: tooth rotting fluff

w/c: 0.9k

summary: all remus wants is to make sure you're okay and the best way to make you feel better - cuddles.

warnings: none just you and remus cuddling!

a/n: i could actually combust at how cute this is

Remus watched as your shallow breathing made your chest go up and down. You were leaning on your folded arms, eyes closed in a peaceful sleep. He had only gone to the kitchens to get a quick cup of hot cocoa to wake the both of you up and he had come back to this. 

He knew you were feeling extra tired lately, especially with NEWTS coming up. The two of you had made Tuesday study time a weekly thing and Remus was more than happy to help you out. The stress had taken a toll on everyone but you took it especially hard. He recalled the nights where you wouldn’t sleep a wink and sometimes skipped meals. 

It was nice to finally see you get some rest.

He slipped back onto his chair, careful not to wake you up. There’s an unfinished essay in front of you and he glanced over at his finished work. Remus smiled and leaned in to kiss your forehead, picking up your essay and his quill.

Considering he had already finished his, yours was easy to complete. 

Remus stroked your hair, happy that you were finally able to relax. It worried him to see you under such pressure, he was always making sure you weren’t overworking yourself too much.

The library was quiet as it was already quite late in the evening. Only a few people were left and since the both of you had picked a secluded corner to study, no one was around you. He checked the clock and saw curfew nearing. The candle that the both of you lit was already dying down, so it was time to get back to the dormitories. 

“Y/n?” He whispered and when he saw you shuffle a bit he placed a hand on your lower back. “Y/n, sweetheart, it’s time to get up.”

You rubbed your eyes blindly, blinking a few times. “Did I fall asleep?” 

Remus nodded his head as he packed both of your stuff into his bag before quickly slinging it over his shoulder. You swayed sleepily in your seat and your boyfriend couldn’t help but feel his heart crack at the obvious exhaustion you felt.

“Remmy.” You mumbled groggily, word slurring together. “Really tired, ‘m so tired.”

“I know sweetheart, c’mere.” 

He stretched his arms out and you collapsed into his chest. The familiar scent of parchment and ink mixed with his cologne intoxicated your senses. The hug lasted a few minutes and you wrapped your arms around him tighter, not wanting to let go. 

“Can we cuddle?” You asked.

“Course we can.” He turned around and offered you a piggyback ride back to the dorm. You accepted graciously. Even if Remus looked skinny there was muscle under those clothes. “Finished your essay for you, my love.”

You hummed, placing your head in the crook of his neck. 

“Gotta take it easy Y/n.” He sighed. “Promise you’ll rest for the next few days?”

You could hear the concern in his voice and it broke your heart. “I’ll promise if you’ll be next to me.”

“Sweetheart, I’ll never leave your side.” 

The Common Room is filled with quiet chattering but it was mostly blocked out because you were already asleep on your boyfriend’s back when you entered. You heard the familiar voices of Sirius and Peter talking to Remus.

“Is she alright?” Peter asked and you could picture the worried face he always seemed to wear.

“She’s fine, just needs a bit of rest.” Your boyfriend replied.

“We won’t disturb the both of you, have a good night.” Sirius said.

Soon enough, the warm feeling of the bed hit your body and you opened your eyes slightly to see yourself in Remus’ bed. Remus in question was tucking you in before tugging off his shirt. You had managed to convince him that body heat was transferred more effectively if he was shirtless and not that you liked to cuddle into his naked chest. He had been doing it ever since. 

He gave you a chaste kiss on your lips and climbed in with you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and gave you a smile. You shuffled closer into him and he wrapped his arms around your body.

The silence was comforting and you didn't have to say anything for Remus to understand. He placed a kiss on your cheek, letting you sleep. The steady heartbeat was the lullaby you needed to soothe your thoughts. Your boyfriend closed his eyes as well, holding you close as the both of you fell into a dreamy sleep in each other's arms. 

It was about an hour later that James came stumbling through the door, knocking a few things in the process. You, not being a particularly deep sleeper, woke up at the subtle noises. James stared at you and you saw Sirius poke his head around the door.

“Mate, I told you to be quiet.” He hissed quietly.

“Sorry.” James frowned, lowering his voice. “I’m really sorry Y/n.” 

“It’s okay.” You muttered before facing your beautiful boyfriend. Remus was deep asleep and you felt your heart swell. He was always so caring and so attentive of you. Everything about him was perfect.

“We’ll leave you two alone.” Sirius said, pulling James out of the dorm.

You heard the door click shut, still staring at your boyfriend. You placed a kiss on his cheek before snuggling closer into him, absorbing his warmth from his body. 

When the rest of the boys come in they make sure to be extra quiet. They looked at the happy couple cuddling, both asleep in each other's arms, in perfect harmony. Sirius stared at his best friend and then you. 

“They really should get married.” Peter piped up.

“They will.” Sirius’ eyes landed on the bedside table next to Remus’ bed, already knowing what was inside. “Soon.”

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Unbroken

Part 12

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x You

Summary: Bradley’s reaction to your big news is better than you could’ve imagined.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Adult language and themes, pregnancy talk, mentions of vomiting/morning sickness.

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“I’m pregnant.”

Bradley’s brow furrows in confusion before morphing into a look of pure, unrestrained joy.

Which causes the sob you were choking down to escape.

“Oh Em,” he whispers, voice thick with his own tears as he wraps you in his arms. “Shhh. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t planning this. Birth control pills don’t work if you throw up shortly after taking them, which is so fucking obvious now. I’m so stupid. I didn’t mean for this to happen. Please believe me,” you plead into his shoulder, gripping the tear-stained khaki. Panic tightens its grip on your lungs and your fingertips and lips start to go numb again as you struggle to breathe. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, look at me,” he says, pulling you back to look at him. Your heart pinches at his tears that mirror yours. “Breathe, honey. You’re not stupid, I never thought of that either. I know you didn’t mean for this to happen, I didn’t either but I can’t stay I’m mad about it. I’m really fucking excited actually.”

“You are?” You ask, lip trembling.

“I am,” he nods, smiling through his tears. “We talked about wanting kids. That hasn’t changed, right?”

You shake your head. “No, but it’s so soon. We’ve only been together 5 months.”

“And I’ve known you’re the one for 4,” he replies. He hesitates before getting up and walking to the closet he now shares with you. He flips through his shirts until he finds his old UVA hoodie, reaching into the front pocket and pulling something out before hiding it behind his back.

You give him a quizzical look as he walks back around to stand in front of you.

“It’s the only shirt of mine I knew you wouldn’t steal,” he shrugs before getting down on one knee.

“What are you-“ you start to ask as your heart pounds in your chest but he interrupts you.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this but I need you to know how serious I am when I say I’m not going anywhere,” he says, pulling the ring box from behind his back and opening it to reveal the most beautiful engagement ring. “I picked this out two weeks after I moved here, Em. I knew then that you were the one I wanna spend the rest of my life with. You can ask Charlie if you don’t believe me-I asked her to come with to make sure you’d like it before I bought it. This isn’t how I wanted to do this, but I need you to know I’m in this for the long haul, no matter what.”

Tears of a different kind blur your vision as his eyes flick to your not-yet-changed belly, tentatively placing his big hand there before he meets your eyes again.

“I love you,” he murmurs, rubbing your stomach, “both of you. Will you marry me?”

“Ye-“ you start but an intrusive thought interrupts your answer. “But what-what if I lose this baby too? What if I’m not able to carry a baby to full term and we never have one of our own? What if-“

“It doesn’t matter,” he stops your rambling gently. “My love for you won’t change if we don’t have kids or if we have ten. I love you for you, not for how many babies you’ll give me.”

The excitement in his expression begins to fall at your hesitation; your overwhelmed brain still trying to process everything. “I-uh…maybe this wasn’t a good idea to spring this on you. You can take some time to think about it, and we don’t have to get married any time soon, or at all. I-“

“Yes,” you blurt out when everything he’s said catches up to you. “I-I…yes!” you repeat, and a laugh bubbles up, “I want to marry you.”

Bradley laughs too as wraps his arms around you in a hug. His shoulders soon begin to shake and he sniffs as he squeezes you tighter and yet it’s the first time you feel you can breathe all day.

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The sun is lower in the sky when you wake up again, this time on Bradley’s chest. Your chest flutters as the afternoon sun catches the new rock on your finger.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask with a yawn.

“Just reading up on what to expect at the ultrasound tomorrow,” he responds, tilting his phone so you can see. “Kinda looks like a tadpole,” he laughs. “We might be able to see the heartbeat, depending on how far along you are exactly. It’s about the size of a pea right now. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl? It said Mom’s intuition is right 51% of the time.”

“You’re gonna be such a good daddy,” you whisper, smiling as he kisses the top of your head. “I don’t feel one way or the other yet. I just hope he or she is healthy.”

“Me too,” he murmurs. “We’ll get through it together if he or she isn’t, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree as you take a deep breath.

You’re physically and emotionally drained and your eyes close again but the buzzing of your phone won’t stop.

“You might want to check that,” Bradley murmurs as his fingers thread through your hair. “It’s been going off pretty steadily since you fell asleep. I’m guessing it’s Charlie.”

“You’re right,” you reply, sighing as you see the several missed calls and unopened texts.

Charlie: Please tell me you’re okay. Jake’s freaking out but doesn’t want to bother you or Bradley. He knows I know something, Emma.

Emma: Sorry, I fell asleep again after I told Bradley everything. Everything’s okay…good even. I feel better about things now.

Your stomach flips as your eye catches your ring.

Emma: Can you guys come over?

Charlie: Yes. Can we pick something up for dinner? What sounds good?

Bradley laughs when your stomach growls.

Emma: A burger and chocolate shake from Ray’s sounds good at the moment. I can’t promise it won’t change before you get here.

Charlie: You got it. See you soon.

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Ever-observant Charlie zeroes in on your ring finger the moment you take the bag of food from her.

“Oh my God!” She shrieks, dropping the bag and wrapping you in a hug. “He did such a good job picking it out. Do you love it? I told him you’d love it.”

“Yes,” you say, sniffing as a fresh round of tears prickle behind your eyes.

“What do you love?” Jake asks as he picks up the discarded food.

“My…engagement ring,” you reply, holding it out for him to look at.

“Holy shit!” His eyes widen as he looks at it then at Bradley, the food bag again dropped to the floor. “This is what you had to rush out early for? You couldn’t wait ‘til 4?”

Bradley looks at you and scratches the back of his neck as he answers. “Uh, well…not exactly.”

“And you knew about this and didn’t tell me?” Jake asks Charlie with a scoff.

“Bradley asked me to go with him before he bought the ring to make sure Em would like it,” Charlie answers, crossing her arms as she turns to look at him. “I didn’t tell because you’re horrible at keeping secrets and couldn’t tell a lie to save your life, Jake.”

“Yes I…but-“ he sputters, offended, as he looks between the three of you.

“It’s true,” you shrug, “I’m the same way.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he sighs, hugging you next. “Congratulations, Em.”

“Thanks,” you sniff.

“Seriously though,” he says as he releases you to clap Bradley on the back, “What was the rush? You couldn’t have waited another 3 hours?”

“That’s not why I rushed out-“ Bradley starts but you interrupt.

“Jake, I’m pregnant.”

“What?” Jake asks, his head snapping to look at you. “Really?”

You nod with a small smile.

“On purpose? Ow!” He asks, rubbing his head where Charlie smacked him.

Charlie sighs, shaking her head.

“No, not on purpose,” you reply softly. “It was shortly after we had that stomach bug. Birth control isn’t effective if you throw it back up.”

“Well, yeah. That does make sense-ouch! Damn it, Charlie,” he mutters, rubbing his butt where she must’ve given him a wicked pinch. “Why did Charlie find out before me? Again?”

“She found out before Bradley too,” you answer, continuing when Jake gives you a questioning look. “I fainted at the doctor’s office after I found out this morning. They asked if they should call anyone and my sister was the first person that came to mind.”

Charlie gives you a watery smile.

“Holy shit,” Jake says again, running a hand through his hair as the news finally sinks in. “I’m gonna be an uncle!”

“The best uncle,” you say, smiling at the way he beams.

“You know you didn’t have to propose though, right? Shotgun weddings are a thing of the past-Charlie, I swear to God-,” Jake starts, stopping to step to the side so he’s not within arms reach of her when he sees her get ready to whack him again.

“Do you hear-“ Charlie starts to argue with him but this time Bradley interrupts.

“I didn’t propose because I thought I had to,” he explains, coming up behind you to place his hands over your stomach. “I found the ring back in September, and had Charlie give me the okay before I bought it a few weeks later, then I got your dad’s blessing at Thanksgiving.”

“That’s why you were so nervous that day,” you murmur, remembering how uncharacteristically tense he was.

He nods, kissing your forehead before turning back to Jake. “I just hadn’t asked yet because I wanted it to be perfect.”

Bradley looks down at you while he continues. “I was so scared when you didn’t answer my calls or text back. The relief I felt when I saw your truck in the drive when I got home was ripped away when I saw how upset you were. It broke my fucking heart,” he pauses to clear his throat as his voice has grown thick with tears, “when I realized you thought I was going to leave you. I just needed you to know how much I love you and that I’ll always be here.”

You’re too choked up to do anything but nod before he kisses you softly.

“I’m really happy for you guys,” Jake says, wiping a tear of his own before he pulls Bradley in for a hug.

“I am too,” Charlie adds, squeezing your hand.

“Thanks,” you reply, squeezing hers back. “Are you doing okay? With all this?” You ask, gesturing to your stomach.

“I might be a little jealous,” she admits teasingly, “but it’s okay, our time will come.”

“It will,” you reply, squeezing her hand back.

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Jake and Charlie leave shortly after dinner with promises to send pictures after the ultrasound.

While Bradley looks for a movie to turn on, you text Noah and Gav to let them know you’ll stop in the clinic to fill them in after your appointment.

Not long after you fall asleep with your head in Bradley’s lap just as the opening credits roll.

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You’re rudely awoken again by a wave of nausea that lingers, even after your stomach is empty.

“Didn’t you say the doctor gave you medication for the nausea?” Bradley asks as he rubs soap between his hands in the shower.

“Yeah. I’m supposed to take it before bed but I fell asleep before I could last night. I’m just so tired-oh that feels amazing,” you moan as he washes your back, kneading the knots in your shoulders.

His cock twitches in interest against your ass.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he takes a step back, but his hands still work your tense muscles. “Just ignore it.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you sigh in frustration as your body fights between nausea and arousal. “I don’t wanna ignore it though. I want to be able to fuck you without yawning or having to stop to hurl,” your lip begins to tremble. “Great! Now I’m gonna fucking cry again. I hate these fucking hormones!”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, and you can hear he’s trying not to laugh. “I’ll make sure you take the medicine before you fall asleep tonight, hopefully, that’ll help with some of the nausea and then maybe can get a full night’s sleep too.”

“Okay,” you nod with a pitiful sniffle before turning your head for a kiss.

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“See that flickering?” The ultrasound tech asks, pointing at the screen. “That’s the heartbeat.”

“Wow,” Bradley replies in awe, squeezing your hand.

“Everything looks okay then? Normal?” You ask anxiously.

“Everything looks good,” she confirms with a reassuring smile. “Your little one is measuring just shy of 7 weeks.”

You sigh in relief and let some of the excitement trickle in that you’ve been holding back.

Everything looks good.

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A/N: Another surprise 🙂 poor Emma is a hormonal mess (much like I was 😂).

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[sadsimp]

Hi!! was wondering if u can do a tkatb characters with mc with low self esteem?

TKATB with a mc with low self esteem <3

I’m so sorry it took this long😭 I hope you like it <3 

I’m not sure if you meant platonic or romantic, so I tried to make it for both :)

Brittney:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice, like at all. She’s probably is the reason with her comments tbh.. 

But! If you come out and say it, she’d get it I think. If it was the Mean Girls, she’d want to fight them I’m sure. Another food fight? Perhaps..👀 

If something she said makes you upset and your esteem go down, i honestly don’t think she’d apologize right away. You’d have to tell her what she said was hurtful and then she would apologize. 

If someone else made a comment? Hands are thrown✊👊 She stands up for you and won’t let anyone talk shit about you. 

I feel like she would understand, and try to help with the ways that help her. 

She’d offer to prepare a bath for you and get some of your favorite snacks, before watching a movie together. She’d let you pick(reluctantly) and when/if she gets bored during it, she would speak up and tell you not to listen to the others. That you’re fine just the way you are 🩷

Geo:

He wouldn’t care💀😭

He’d be like “Not my problem 😐”

But let’s get into our fantasies and make him nice 😌

He’s very observant, so he’d probably know real quick. He’d ask you about it out right and bluntly. He doesn’t beat around the bush. 

If you deny it, he’s not gonna be mad. He understands that it’s not something you want to admit. He would hope you would tell him the truth. 

If you confirm his suspicions, he’d be subtle. 

He can tell by the way you curl in on yourself when someone comments about you. He glares at the people who even talk to you, and tell them off. 

He’d bring an extra hoodie or sweater and offer it for you. He’d share some of his food with you, much to the dismay of Deryl.

He’s suggest you come over to his dorm/place/home and set up something nice. He’d offer some tea, wrap you up in a blanket with him, and put on some soft music to soothe you to sleep💜

Deryl:

I don’t he’d notice quickly, but after a while he might catch on. Key word “Might.” I don’t think he’s very observant honestly. 

He’d notice how quiet you get and comment on it. He’d ask if you’re okay and try to cheer you up. He’d listen intently (try to anyway. He love him for it), nodding his head along. He would understand and say you’re not alone. 

That it’s normal for people to feel this way and everyone feels like that sometimes. Even him! 

He would hold out his arms and try for a hug. He’d squeeze you tightly and nuzzle his nose in your hair/neck/cheek/etc

He’s probably the best with jokes and making people feel better. He’d ask what he could do to help, if there’s anything, and try to do it immediately 💛

Jess:

I feel like she wouldn’t notice either honestly. You’d have to be out right with your thoughts and feelings.

She’s completely understanding and offers all the ways that helped her in the past. 

She’d suggest bubbles baths, taking a nap, journalling, hanging out with Brittney-

She’s shyly offer a small hug and hold you for as long as you want. She’d rub your back while humming a tune. If you want, she’d even scratch your back for you. 🧡

I’m sorry I don’t have much else 😭

Crowe:

He notices quickly too. He probably won’t comment and just wait for you to say something. 

He’d try to be subtle with his ways of helping you. Maybe a compliment on your hair one day, another on your outfit, one about how lovely your smile is, another-

And so on. 

If you tell him he’s completely there for you. He’s smiling softly at you as you explain your feelings and he’s nodding along. He’s not entirely sure how to help, but if you tell him he’ll do it. He’d do anything for you. 

He’d ask what he could do. He’d take what you say and also his ideas, while doing some research to help. 

He’d write down some motivation quotes and add them to your work stuff with hopes you’ll see them. 💙

Sol:

He would know immediately and he would try to help you the best he can.

He’d make you cute little lunches with compliments or inspirational words made out of food. 

He’s already offering his shirt, just take it. It’s there to make you feel better! Totally not any other reason..

If you want to talk about it, he’s more than happy to led an ear. 

He’d also try to distract you I think. He’s always eager to spend time with you, and this is a good excuse! He’d suggest a bunch of different stuff like a museum, art show, etc.

Many museums have sculptures, and he would go for those ones specifically to show you that you’re perfect the way you are. People in the ancient times thought they were beautiful, so why aren’t you? You are. 💚

Hyugo:

He’d try to distract you from your thoughts I think, once he realizes them. He’d probably take a bit of time before he does notice though.

He’d invite you to watch movies, listen to inspirational stories, or funny tv shows with him. 

I’m a firm believer he’s all for aggressive positivity. Waving his arms in a heart shape and screaming affirmations to you. 

He’d be very protective, glaring at anyone who dares look at you the wrong way, and then turning back to you pouting about how they were interrupting. 

He would try to bake something or get you treats from a local bakery. I can imagine him putting the little treats into a cute box with ribbon. In order to get the desserts, you would have to accept some compliments 🩵

#the kid at the back #deryl helianthus #sol brugmansia #subaru geo oogami #tkatb vn #brittney claire #jessie sitrus #hyugo sugimoto #tkatb x reader

[five-rivers]

Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 9

@greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“Okay, for the next one,” said Danny, doodling on a piece of paper, “I think I’m going to pick from the older end again.  Like, I’ve done number one, number five, and number seven, so that leaves two, three, four and six.  Could just do the middle one, four.  That’s the biggest group.  Or I could do one of the single people.”

“You could pick any of them,” said Clockwork.  He placed another piece into the puzzle he was working on at the dining room table.  

“I know,” said Danny.  “I’m just thinking out loud.”  He’d been leaving Clockwork’s after breakfast, but he’d broken that habit this time around.  It was almost noon.  He just couldn’t make up his mind.  

Part of him wondered if he should have stayed with Vlad a bit longer.  Maybe he could have pushed him to tell the truth.  But… he didn’t know how Vlad would have reacted to that.  What if it had been bad?  

On the other hand, it might have been good to know if his reaction to being pushed had been bad.  If it had been, Danny would have known not to pick him.  Maybe… maybe deciding to leave was a little… cowardly.  

“Hey, Clockwork?”

“Yes?”  He looked up from the puzzle, but kept inserting pieces.  

“Am I different than I was with my memory?  Like, am I acting different than I would have, if I still remembered?”

“Of course.  You would have knowledge that you currently do not, if you remembered.”

“Okay,” said Danny.  “Sure, I get that.  But what about… I’m… Am I acting like, not as… brave?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Vlad said I was sort of a, I don’t know, a superhero, kind of.”

“I see.”

“But I kind of feel like if I had been, then I’d be more…  I would have acted differently, with Vlad.”

“Hm,” said Clockwork.  “I think I understand what you mean.”

“And?” prompted Danny.  

“And, I have often found that it is easier to be brave if you have something to be brave for.  When it is not a choice so much as it is a necessity.  You do not need to be brave, here.  This isn’t one of those situations.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I am,” said Clockwork.  “You aren’t unmonitored, when you are visiting the candidates.  Part of my role is to enforce the rules.”

“I don’t really see how that means I don’t need to be brave in this situation.  I kind of feel like there’s a lot I need to be brave about, here.  I could be hiding out in my room instead of out here.”

“You could be.”

“But I’m not.  I’d say that was… brave…  Wait, that’s not the position I was arguing before.”

“It is not,” said Clockwork.  

Danny scowled at him, then slouched down in his chair.  “You know what else is brave?  Your new decorative choices.”

The walls of the kitchen - not to mention the rest of the house - were now covered in clocks of various sizes and shapes.  

“Mhm.  Well, in your absence, I must occupy myself.”  

Danny looked around the room again, eyes lingering on the clocks.  “I don’t know that I’m that… occupying.  Like, I’ve not been here for more than a day at a time, and usually less than that.”  He hesitated.  “And we don’t… do that much together, do we?”

“We’re doing things together now.”

“I’m mostly just complaining at you about my choices, but okay.”

“Even so.”

“What if I just… take another day?  To decide who to go to next, I mean.”

“Take as long as you want.  In the meantime, you could help me with this puzzle.”

“Or,” proposed Danny, “we could play some video games together.  A lot of the ones I like are multiplayer.”

Clockwork put the remaining puzzle pieces back in the box.  “We can certainly try that.  I’ve never played before.”

Danny grinned.  “I think you’ll like it.”

.

“Are you sure you’ve never played before?” asked Danny.  

“Quite.”

“You’re good.”

“I have always prided myself on my timing.”

Danny groaned as he died again.  

.

“Okay, I’ve made my decision,” said Danny, a few days later.  Breakfast that day consisted of french toast.

“Really?”

“You don’t have to sound so skeptical.”

“This is my normal voice.”

“Is it?”

“It is.  What is your choice?” asked Clockwork.   

“Eager to get rid of me?”

“I am merely curious.”

“Sure,” said Danny.  “Sure you are.”

“Daniel,” said Clockwork, with a faint air of exasperation.  

“I want to visit the third person,” said Danny.  “I figure I might as well be symmetrical.”

“It’s as good a system as any.  Do you want to leave now, or later?”

“Now,” said Danny.  He did not say, ‘before I change my mind again.’

“Very well.”  

Clockwork raised his staff, a spark of blue swirling off the tip.  The portal would form in just a split second.  

“I’ll miss you,” blurted Danny, impulsively.  

Clockwork’s eyes widened slightly, but he did not respond before the portal swept Danny away.  

The first thing Danny noticed about the new place was how cold it was.  He wrapped his arms around himself, and cursed himself for not realizing that someone named Frostbite of the Far Frozen would live somewhere cold.  

“Oh, dear,” said a deep voice.  “Great one, my apologies.  I did not realize your core would be inactivated.”

Danny was bundled into a pair of furry arms and swept away to a much warmer area.  That wasn’t to say it was warm.  Just.  Warmer.  

“Oh, wow, that was cold,” said Danny.  He rubbed his arms and wrapped his tail around his knees.  

“Yes,” said Frostbite.  “Usually that’s not an issue for you.”

“I can’t imagine why not.”  Danny shot a look at his latest temporary guardian.  

Frostbite was a huge, tall, white-furred ghost.  He had a long muzzle and horns, along with ears that had more than a passing resemblance to Danny’s.  Danny ran a hand over his own ears, wondering.  Were they related somehow?  

“Generally,” said Frostbite, “in the normal course of things, that is, you are quite cold-resistant.  You have a cold core, like myself, although that aspect of your core seems to have been rendered dormant.”

“Vlad mentioned cores,” said Danny.  

Frostbite's furry eyebrows went up.  “You have already met Plasmius?”

“Um, yeah.  Just before you, actually.”

“What?!”  Frostbite patted Danny over with his large, paw-like hands.  “Did he harm you?  Are you injured?  Did he do anything to you?”

“Um,” said Danny, stepping back.  “No.  He was pretty chill actually.”

“Chill.”

“I mean, like.  He didn’t do anything bad to me.  He was pretty nice, even though he didn’t tell me we’d been enemies.  The Dairy King did.”

Frostbite got a sort of pinched look on his face.  “The Dairy King was assisting him?  How unusual.”

“I don’t know about assisting,” said Danny.  “He did tell me about how Vlad and I used to fight and all.”

“Even so,” said Frostbite.  His eyes were still roving over Danny, apparently worried.  “I would like to give you a full medical checkup.  I was unable to do so… before.”

“Before the trial?” asked Danny, tilting his head to one side.  He felt one of his ears flick.  

“Yes,” said Frostbite, heavily.

He seemed to be struggling with whether or not to say anything else, so Danny took the opportunity to look around.  

The room he was in was… strange.  There was really no other way to put it.  It was small.  Only about the size of Danny’s bedroom at home with Clockwork.  The walls, where they were visible, looked like ice-covered stone, but they mostly weren’t visible.  They were covered with layers of fur and strange tapestries.  Some of the tapestries looked more or less like Danny imagined tapestries to look: lengths of tightly-woven and embroidered fabric.  Others looked more like carpets.  Still others were embroidered furs.  The floors, too, were covered in layered furs and carpets.  Illumination was provided by globs of floating blue fire.  

Other than that, the room was empty.

“I was your doctor before, Great One.”

They looked at each other for a long moment.  Danny imagined that Frostbite was facing the same dilemma he was.  He couldn’t decide what to ask next.  He couldn’t decide what was safe to ask.  

“So, you’re a doctor?”  That seemed like a safe question.

“I am,” said Frostbite.  “Medicine for cold core ghosts is one of the specialties of my tribe.  When you have been ill or injured in the past, we have taken care of you.”

Danny hadn’t really thought all that much about the social structures of ghosts.  He remembered the Observants, and he had a vague recollection of kingdoms and tribes being a thing, but he was far more familiar with the workings of a republic, his human life taking precedence in this case.  He made a mental note to ask Frostbite more about how tribes worked later.  

“And I have a cold core like you?  That’s why you’re my doctor?”

“Yes,” said Frostbite.  

“Are we related?” asked Danny.  Frostbite’s tail - what Danny could see of it, anyway - wasn’t quite like Danny’s, but he did have white fur and pointed ears, so…

This question surprised a laugh out of Frostbite.  “It would be my honor, but, no, Great One.  Although we share some similarities, that is not one of them.”

“And you’re calling me Great One because…?”

“Because you saved my people, and, indeed, all the Infinite Realms, from a terrible fate when Plasmius released Pariah Dark, the old king of ghosts, from his prison.”

“The superhero thing?” asked Danny.  

Frostbite chuckled.  “I believe you referred to your tendencies as that a few times in my hearing.  You, and your friends.  But, truly, it would give me a great deal of peace if you let me make sure that you are, indeed, healthy, and that whatever technique they used to remove your memory has not damaged you unduly.”

“You could tell if it did?” asked Danny, suddenly a lot less reluctant.  

Frostbite nodded, gravely.  

“Okay,” said Danny.  “But I’m not sure if I can really handle it if the way there is as cold as the way here.”

“I will carry you,” said Frostbite.  “The medical bay itself is heated, to accommodate your human half, as are many of the rooms.”

Danny sighed in relief.  This would have been a very short visit if they hadn’t been.  This room was fine, but he didn’t like the idea of being confined to such a small space indefinitely.  

“And perhaps we could take one of these,” said Frostbite, pulling a thick, fluffy-looking fur from one of the walls.  “Just to add another layer between you and the cold.”

“Right,” said Danny, feeling nervous again as he contemplated being bundled up like that.  It was fine.  Clockwork was watching.  Monitoring.  Whatever.  He had the pocketwatch.  

It took a bit of maneuvering for Danny to get into a comfortable position, but once he did, Frostbite wasted no time pushing aside the thick, curtain-like door of the room and walking back out into the cold.  Danny drew in on himself, shivering, despite their precautions.  

(In a slightly less frigid environment, being held in Frostbite’s arms would have been downright cozy.  He made a note to experiment later.  If Frostbite was trustworthy enough for cuddles.)

“S-so,” said Danny, trying to take his mind off the cold.  “Wh-what did I do with Pariah D-Dark?”  Vlad had told him a version of the story, but he doubted it was complete, especially given that he’d failed to mention anything about who released Pariah Dark in the first place.  

“You rallied the ghosts of the Wastes,” said Frostbite.  “a veritable and largely lawless rabble.  You convinced them to fight, even convincing Walker and Dorathea of Mattingly to lend their power.  You led them against Pariah Dark’s thrall armies, and stormed his keep using a suit of armor that sapped your life even as it increased your power.  You fought the mad king one-on-one, and forced him back into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, whereupon Plasmius was able to lock him in again.  You very nearly died, you very nearly ended, and were willing to do so, in order to stop Pariah Dark.”

“H-huh,” said Danny.  He couldn’t really imagine doing something like that.  But it did more or less line up with what Vlad said… except that in Vlad’s story, Danny’s role had been less… prominent.  

They reached the medical bay, a large cave full of mysterious machinery, shortly after that, and Danny was again happy to find himself in relative warmth.  Frostbite started explaining the medical exams he wanted to carry out, and Danny listened half-heartedly.  

“Hey,” he said, during a lull between explanations.  “Do you think you could fix my amnesia?”

“It is not impossible,” said Frostbite, slowly, turning away from the thing he’d been fiddling with .  “But it would depend heavily on what method they used to give you that amnesia in the first place.  For example, Lethean waters are very effective and entirely irreversible.  On the other hand, they could have removed and stored your memories via a memory jar, in which case you would need to have that jar to recover your memories.  Alternatively, there are several ways by which your memories could be bound in place, or obscured.  However… attempting to restore your memories would be a blatant violation of the rules of this trial.”

“But would you try?”

“If you asked me to, Great One.”

Danny frowned and looked away.  “Why are you doing this?”

“Giving you a medical checkup?” asked Frostbite.  “Because I am concerned for your health.”

Danny waved that answer away, and forced himself to look back at Frostbite.  “No, I mean, why are you participating in this trial?  Why do you want custody of me?  I mean, if you’re just my doctor, that’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”

Frostbite huffed.  “I do like to think of myself as more than ‘just’ your doctor.  I mentored you extensively after your ice powers developed.  I daresay you are one of my more successful students, at that, even if your, ah… first attempts at control were rough.”

“You know what I mean.  You call me ‘Great One,’ and that’s flattering and all, but it isn’t really a parental kind of thing, is it?”

“I suppose not,” said Frostbite.  “It would bring me nothing but joy if you did choose me, Great One, and I would do my utmost to live up to the task and dedicate myself to parenting you, but I do have something of an ulterior motive in joining this trial.”

“What is it?” asked Danny.  

“I came to warn you.”  Frostbite squared his shoulders.  “I never met your birth parents, only your sisters, but from your words and theirs…  I believe they harmed you, Great One.  Intentionally and repeatedly.  And I believe that it is their actions that necessitated this custody trial.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” said Danny.  “Why?  Why do you think that?”

“First,” said Frostbite, “you mentioned to me on several occasions that your parents were ghost hunters.”

“Oh.  Ow,” said Danny.  

“Secondly, a few times - only a few, but they stand out sharply in my memory -  you visited me for help after being affected by one of your parents’ weapons.  I have the records of those visits here.  You brushed aside my concerns regarding your parents then, saying that they did not know you would be harmed, or that the incidents were mere accidents.”

That… certainly sounded bad.  

“Thirdly, and finally, the existence of this custody trial in and of itself.  These are beyond uncommon, even considering the Observants’ interest in you.”  Frostbite’s snout wrinkled.  Speaking of which, you should be wary of them as well.”

“Already ahead of you on that one,” said Danny, thoughts racing.  “But I thought the reason for the custody hearing was that they were dead.”

Frostbite’s eyes widened slightly.  “Who told you that?  I know that at least one of them is participating.”

“What?” said Danny.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes.  My spy wasn’t able to be more specific than that, curse the Observants, but I have full confidence in them as a member of my tribe.”

“Do you know their names?  What they’re called, what they look like?” asked Danny.  

Frostbite shook his head.  “As I said, I never met them.”

“Maybe we can work it out by elimination, though,” said Danny.  “I could tell you the names of the other people on my list of candidates–”

Frostbite’s head-shaking became more frantic.  “Goodness, no.  I’m limited in how specific I can be about the…”  He sighed.  “Competition.”

“Right,” said Danny.  “But you just came to warn me?  That’s all?”

“And to give you some measure of safety.  I knew your parents were participating, I knew Plasmius would not miss the chance, and I haven’t a clue about who else might be involved.  I wanted you to have at least one safe option.”

That was nice and all, but Danny couldn’t help but feel a little put out.  He didn’t want to be an obligation that someone was picking up because they felt like they had to.  

He was probably just being ungrateful, though.  

“Great One?” asked Frostbite.  

“Hm?”

“I asked if you would like me to try to get your memories back.”

“Oh,” said Danny.  He thought about it for a while.  “No.  I don’t want you to get in trouble.  But maybe… could you find out what’s going on with my core?  And help me remember how to use those ice powers you mentioned?”

“Of course, Great One!  It would be my pleasure.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #fic

[koisuko]

Hello, I was wondering if you would write a romantic Smoke x female reader, about Smoke trains the reader self defense but they start to flirt and become handy with each other?

Yesss, more Tomas lovers!

Tw: handsy behavior, flirtation, may contain lewd suggestions, fem reader, no use of y/n

You are far from incapable of taking care of yourself, and Tomas knew that. But having a boyfriend who was both a ninja, and had ninja enemies, he was worried for your safety. Often times, his mind would run wild with ‘what if’ questions. ‘What if I’m not there to save her’ ‘what if something happens to her’ ‘what if she gets taken, or worse’ and many more. So, to set his mind at ease, you agreed to train with him and learn some basic self defense. It couldn’t hurt to learn something new, and maybe you’ll be able to fight along side him…someday.

Every morning, you two would wake up early to have the training grounds to yourselves. Tomas wanted to make sure that you felt comfortable, and wouldn’t be shy or embarrassed if you made a mistake in front of others. Plus, you two would have alone time to be yourselves without any on lookers giving awkward side-eyes.

Today, training was done a little bit earlier than usual. The moon hung high over the sky, bathing the courtyard in an almost ethereal glow. The calls of night life offered a backdrop to the sounds of grunts and exerted breaths. “Good, again.” Tomas repeated, repositioning himself opposite of you with a twirl of his Karambit. Blankets of heavy smoke swirled around his figure, moving to settle beside him on either side. You nod, careful to perfect your defensive stance. The role was simple, Tomas wouldn’t go easy on you, as promised, and you would work on your defense as if against a real enemy. “Remember,” he spoke, “don’t be afraid to hit me, okay?” You hesitated at first, but nod reluctantly. With the confirmation out of the way, he charged at you, running low with his karambit held at his side. You tried your best to keep your confidence, but seeing him run at you was intimidating, causing your stance to falter and allowing him an opening to attack. Before long, your back collided harshly against the ground. The sheer velocity nearly knocking the wind out of you. Tomas kept you beneath him with his thighs firmly closed around you, forcefully keeping your arms at your side. His arms caged either side of your head, and the close proximity of his lips to yours was making you blush. "Do not hesitate, be sure of your actions or you create an opening for attack." His words bounced off the skin of your cheek. The best part of this whole situation, he seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on you.

He paused in his movements, giving you a questioning look. His head tilted to the side as his eyes trail along the contours of your face. He was confused, concerned even, at the red hue swallowing your cheeks and your parting lips gasping for air. “What’s wrong?” Tomas asked, his brows knitted together. The only response you could give, was a pathetic squeak, squirming beneath him while turning your face away to provide at least some space between the two of you. To your surprise, he grasped the base of your jaw, turning your gaze to meet his once again. “Do you need a break?” He was still blissfully unaware, the stupid look of concern still written on his features. “I-I’m fine, Tomas,” you replied. Tomas loosened the pressure of his thighs on your body, giving you the prime opportunity to use your weight and strength to reverse the roles. With a thud and a grunt, he was now beneath you, your face still flush with embarrassment. Tomas was surprised, is eyes shot wide from the sudden turn of events. “V-very good, you did well!” He blushed at the sudden power you had, his stutter causing you to giggle in response. “I think I like you better from this angle,” you smirked, placing a hand on his chest. You pushed yourself up, reaching out to help him. You could feel the slick sweat of his palms between your clasped hands. He was nervous, in a good way of course. Tomas unknowingly had a love struck smile on his face, hearts nearly visible in his pupils. He cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. Tomas took a deep breath to gather courage before approaching, gingerly placing a hand on your waist, “you did well today.” For a split second, he admired the shape of you, every bump and curve that created you. His eyes trailed back up to meet yours with a tender smile. “Let’s get some rest.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #mk1 #mortal kombat #mk1 2023 #mk1 x reader #mortal kombat1 #mk1 tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada #mk tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada mk1 #mk1 smoke #mk smoke #smoke mk #smoke mk1 #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada x you #tomas vrbada x y/n #no use of y/n #fem reader #smoke x reader #smoke x you #smoke x y/n #mk1 smoke x reader #mk smoke x reader #mk1 tomas vrbada x reader #mk tomas vrbada x reader #mk fandom #mk1 imagine #mortal kombat 1 2023

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Dean Winchester x F!SLAYER!Reader

Title: “A Hunter & A Slayer.”

Character(s): Dean Winchester x f!Slayer!Reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer mentioned.

Warnings: Mentions of smut, not enough to be considered smutty. Pregnancy is talked about.

*I do not own pictures, nor the characters. Slayer is based off of Buffy, but it’s not Buffy if that makes sense.*

When Dean was dragged to hell by a hellhound, it felt like my lungs had collapsed. My heart was ripped in two, and it felt like my soul had been torn from me.

I watched Sam hold Dean’s lifeless body. All I could think about was Dean’s last words to me:

“Listen to me. You are going to be fine. Live your life, baby. I’m going to be okay.” He said with tears in his eyes. I turned my gaze away from him.

Deans hands cupped my cheeks as his thumbs caught my tears. “Look at me, Y/N. Please.” He pleaded with me, until my eyes looked into his. “You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Who would’ve thought a slayer and a hunter could be together.” He said which a sad chuckle. “The day you laid me out on the cement, that was when I knew I’d end up falling in with love you. Even though you had a wooden stake near my heart, it turned me on in more ways than one.”

I smiled and he brought my forehead to his lips. Dean pressed his head against mine, “I love you.” He said as he ran his fingers through my long hair. “I know I didn’t say it as often as I should have, but I love you. I love you now and I’ll love you even when I’m dead and gone. I will always remember your eyes, your smile, and your hair.”

Before he let me speak, he pressed a firm, loving kiss to my lips. “Take care of Sammy.” He whispered, and those were the last words I heard, before my world stopped.

—

Sam cried over his body, “No…No…No, Dean.” Anger had taken over my sadness, and I marched out the front door, and climbed up into my jeep. I slammed the door shut and started the ignition. But before I could put the Jeep in drive, Sam pulled open my driver side door. “Where are you going? Wait for me to get Dean and we-we can go.” He said and I shook my head as I clipped my seatbelt.

“Sam, go get Dean. Take him to Bobby. I will be there as soon as I can.” I said wiping the hot tears from my cheeks. Sam wasn’t stupid. He knew me just as well as Dean did.

“No. Where are you going? Are you seriously going to sell your… this is what got us here in the first place, Y/N.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word. Soul. I stared at the road in front of me. “They will take it in a matter of seconds, Sammy. I’m the slayer. I have pissed off a lot of demons, and they would love nothing more than to drag me to hell.” I whisper and Sam picked up my hand.

“Dean wouldn’t want you to do it, Y/N. He- he loved you. He would be angry that you would book yourself a one way trip to hell.” He said and I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore.

“I can’t live without him, Sam! He is and will always be my first love. I can never love anyone like I loved Dean! My teenage years got ripped out right from under me- I’m the slayer! I’m supposed to do this for the rest of my life, and he understood me. He understood me better than anyone.” I say as I hit the steering wheel with my fists, and Sam unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me out of the Jeep. I started kicking the side of it, “If anyone could have stopped that demon bitch, it was me! I was strong enough!” I said as my hand went through the glass of the rear view mirror.

Sam grabbed me from behind and held my shaking body. “I didn’t even get to tell him he was going to be a father.” I said out of breath, and Sam fell to the ground, cradling my body, as I cradled my bloodied hand.

His silent tears had turned into sobs, and he buried his face in my hair. We mourned his death on that ground, for more than an hour. Sam was the one who had to load Dean’s body- I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing his body torn and mangled.

Instead, I got into my Jeep, and I bundled myself up in Dean’s leather jacket. It still smelled like him, and that entire ride to Bobby’s— all I could do was cry. My baby was going to be fatherless, and I was going to be alone. How was I going to do this? Be a slayer and be a mother?

The two worlds didn’t mesh, and it would never work out. I have to go through this alone. Sammy and Bobby would be there, but I needed Dean. If Sam wasn’t following right behind me, I would have found a cross road by now.

-

When we got to Bobby’s, it was like the wound was ripped opened all over again. The next day, Bobby had cleaned up Dean’s body and put clean clothes on his body. Sam took off Dean’s amulet, and he gave me his ring. I put Dean’s ring on a necklace and wore it every day after that. But then, the two men started arguing on what to do with Dean’s body.

“We need to give him a hunters burial. You know that Sam.” Bobby said.

“No, we need his body. We’re just going to bury him, and believe me, I will get Dean back.” Sam argued, and finally I had stood up from the couch.

“Let’s just bury him for now. If we want to salt and burn him later, we can. But let’s not argue. This is not the time or the place.” I say as I looked between Bobby and Sam.

Bobby scoffed, “You’re the calmest pregnant woman I have ever met.” He said as he turned around and held on to the back of the chair. “Fine. We will just bury him. Come on. Let’s go find a good spot.”

___

After that, everyone had spread far apart. Sam was somewhere in Illinois, and I went back to Texas. I found a good rental house, and started a new life in a small town where every one knew every one. My slayer duties went on the back burner.

Sam came down every time I had a doctor’s appointment, and held my hand throughout this new journey. At this point, I didn’t correct the nurses when they asked if he was the baby’s father. A new glimpse of hope had opened for Sam, and I had never seen him smile so big as he smiled at the tiny fetus on the screen.

It had been four months since Dean had died, and I was now five months pregnant. My belly was still small, but if I wore a tight fitting shirt, it looked more rounded and bigger.

Sam had left the day before and I had the day off from new job at a law firm. I hated having days off because my mind would go straight to Dean, and I would find myself in a depressive episode. The only comfort I could find was by wearing one of his old t-shirts. I had one left that still smelled like his cologne, and his scent.

I sat on the couch wiping a tear from my cheek, when a knock on the door startled me. I rubbed my face, trying to hide the fact that I was crying. When I opened the door, I took a step back.

“Y/N, it’s- it’s me.” Dean said as he took in my surroundings, and I continued to step back. I don’t know what hellish nightmare I was living it, but I didn’t stay shocked for long.

I ripped the “decorative” scythe off of the wall, and began swinging it. “Get back!” I shouted with tears running down my face. “Dean” held out his hands towards me,

“Baby, it’s me. I know this is probably freaky as hell, but imagine how I feel.”

I swung the scythe once more, and when he didn’t back up, I ran towards him. Quickly, I swiped the demon of his feet, and stood above him with the wooden end of the scythe pressed firmly where his heart was.

Staring down at the face that had been stolen, I couldn’t help but to choke back a sob. “You have to be a shifter.” I say through gritted teeth, and “Dean” held the end of the scythe.

“Baby. It’s me. It’s Dean. Just listen to me, before you kill me! Your full name is Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” When I started to not buy it, “Dean” started talking faster.

“You had long hair before I died, and before I died I told you that I wish I would have told you how much I loved you.” He whispered. “You have this small heart shaped birth mark on your collar bone. And uh, you make this sweet little sound when you get ready to..”

I dropped the scythe to the floor and I fell right on top of Dean. He sat up to where his back was leaning up against the side of my couch, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t stop the tears or my sobs that left my lips.

“Dee…. How..How could this have happened? How are you here right now?” My body was shaking, and his arms tightened around me.

“I’m trying to figure that out. All I remember is that it was lights out for me. And then strangely enough, these memories of me and you were floating around in my head, and bam, I was back.” He said, and I heard a sniffle come from him. We sat there in silence until his finger tips started combing through my hair. “Your hair…. Why did you cut it?” He asked, and I finally had the courage to look him in the face.

His green eyes were brighter than ever. He was beautiful- glowy, almost. “Because. Well, I don’t know. After we buried you, all of these emotions- I just couldn’t stand myself.” I said, and I looked up at him.

I had to be honest with him. Because what if one of those demons snatched my soul and I didn’t even know?

“I tried to make a deal. With a crossroad demon. Sam told me not to, but one night, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I needed you.”

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The red eyed demon circled around me, with a proud smile on his face. “A slayer. Making a deal with the likes of me. So uncommon, and rare, might I add.” He said as his fingers ran through my hair. “A beautiful little thing. No wonder, why Dean was so fond of you.”

I pulled away from his grasp. “You know why I am here. Are we going to make a deal or not?” I asked, and the demon tsked. “Of course. But that pretty little soul of yours will only have seven years with Winchester. So is it worth it? I swear with you people, it is a never ending cycle.” He said with a smirk. “Can you imagine the glory and applause I will get when I drag a pretty little slayer to hell?”

Before I could agree to the terms and conditions, another demon showed up, but this time in a woman’s body. “Oh Claudius. What are we doing here with her?” She asked looking me up and down.

“Making a trade. Her slayer soul for Winchester.” He said, and she shook her head. “Are you stupid?” She asked and the Claudius shook his head. “I’ve been in the game longer than you, Tabitha. I know what I’m doing.” He said through gritted teeth.

Her sharp cheek bones sucked in, and she gave him a devilish smile. “Oh, really? You do realize that after she’s dead and gone, another slayer will take her place, right?” She questioned and Claudius took a step back from me. “I didn’t think so. Now come on. Pack it up and let’s go. We have other people dying to sell their soul.” Tabitha said.

Before I could even protest, they disappeared and I was left alone. In the dark. Alone. With a feeling of loss. And guilt.

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After I finished telling Dean what happened, he sat there staring at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, and I was taken back by his question. “Dean, you would’ve done the same thing for me.” I said, and he stood up and sat me down on the couch.

“This is the whole reason we were in that mess in the first place. I don’t want you to ever experience what I went through.” He said, and his eyes were filled with terror. “I couldn’t live with myself, knowing you sold your soul, only to get me for seven years.”

I stood up and pulled a small picture out of a book on the coffee table. I handed it to Dean, “Maybe not. But this baby would’ve given you something to live for Dean.” I said and Dean’s fingers held up the picture.

He fell back onto the couch, and his hand rubbed against his cheek. “You’re…You’re pregnant?” He asked and I nodded with tear filled eyes.

“I found out the day before… before we lost you.” I say and Dean got up and pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was different from his “I’m back” kiss. This kiss was hungry, full of adoration, and want and need.

He held my neck firmly, and I started to get weak in the knees. The four months he was gone, felt like an eternity, and the smell of his cologne clouded my senses.

Dean lifted me up off the ground, and I knew the drill. I wrapped my legs around his waste; slowly he pulled his lips away from mine. “Where’s the bedroom?” He asked.

“Down the hall, last door on the right.” I say and he grinned.

“Why Texas?” He asked and I shrugged. “This is where you kissed me for the first time.” I say and his lips slammed against mine again. Dean was good at multitasking; he kicked the bedroom door opened, then closed it behind us.

He pressed my back up against the bedroom door, and my legs were still wrapped around him. I removed his band t-shirt, exposing my breasts, and Dean let out a groan. “Seeing you like this never gets old.” He whispered against my lips.

Dean switched between opened mouthed kisses, and nipping at my neck. His hands massaged my breasts as he took each nipple between his fingers.

Slowly he pulled me away from the door and laid me down on the bed. “You’re wearing too much.” I said as I stood on my knees and helped remove his t-shirt.

When the t-shirt was discarded to the floor, I was shocked to see his bare chest. The scars that littered his chest, were no longer there. He was new. There was one scar in particular that I would kiss, because he always stated how ugly it looked.

I still pressed a kiss to where it used to be and he smiled. “I’m good as new, baby.” He said and I ran my fingers through his hair, and pressed another kiss to his lips.

I couldn’t get enough of him. If I could sit here and kiss him forever, I would. This was my version of heaven. Him. All I need was him, and my life was perfect. His hands snaked around my bare back, and he laid me down, climbing on top of me, with one knee between my legs, and the other on the outside of my body.

He kissed from my cheek, to my lips, all the way down to my belly button. Then he quickly pulled away. “What’s the matter?” I ask, and I look down and he’s staring at the very small bump.

I smiled and grabbed his hand and placed it on the bump. Deans eyes were bright, and he was in shock. The shock had finally sat in. “Dean are you-”

His look of disbelief had turned into a smile. “My God, you are beautiful. This really is happenin’, huh?” He questioned and I smiled up at him.

“Yeah—yeah, I guess it is.” I replied and he hovered over me, holding himself up on his left arm, while his right hand remained on my belly.

This kiss he pressed to my lips, was even more gentle than the ones before that. “Who would’ve thought. A hunter and a slayer. Having a baby. You and I, we’re having a baby.” He whispered with the biggest smile on his face.

His forehead was pressed to mine- and I was taken back to the tears that rolled down my cheeks when he told me to take care of Sammy. How was this my reality? I wondered, and my hand traced up to his left bicep.

Dean hissed at the feeling of my palm, and I removed my hand and looked at his bicep. A red hand print was burned into the skin, and my hand went to my mouth. “What happened?” I asked, and Dean looked back down at me.

“I don’t know. When I crawled out of that pine box, it was there.” He said with a look of disgust. I sat up and I pressed kiss to the red mark.

Dean looked at me and smiled. “I love you, Y/N.” He said and I pressed a kiss to his lips. “I love you more.” I said back and his cheeks turned red.

“I’m fixing to show you how much I love you.” He said with a chuckle, and as he pulled down my sweatpants he asked, “This isn’t going to hurt the baby, right?”

I laughed. “No. It won’t. Now come here, we have four months of catching up to do.” I say and Dean mumbled, “More like forty-years..”

I didn’t question what he meant by that. I was just happy to have Dean back in my arms. Who would’ve thought; a hunter and a slayer. Having a baby.

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