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rreids · 1 month

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Hey love I have an ask bc I’ve been feeling super depressed lately and I haven’t wanted to get out of bed lol can you do a one shot when spencer leaves for the week on a case and comes home to the house a mess and the reader laying in bed crying and he makes her shower and eat and cuddles her

oh my love <3 i hope you are feeling a little better. please make yourself a nice warm drink and try to spend some time outside or doing something outside of bed, even if it's just five minutes <3 it's worth it, i promise — someone who also bed rots often

LITTLE BY LITTLE • S. REID X READER

hurt/comfort; reader in a depressive episode; mentions of emotional eating and food; perfect bf spencer; nonsexual nudity and intimacy; kisses; pet names; fluff; ~1k

Spencer being gone was normal, a common occurrence. You didn’t normally struggle when he was gone, but with a mix of bad days at work and him being gone, you could barely bring yourself to eat.

You liked to keep the house clean while he was gone so he’d have one less stressful thing to come back to. This time, it was a mess, clothes and food packaging left around. You’d raided the sweets stash, and made a mental note to replace his chocolate bars before he realized.

“Honey?” Spencer’s voice calls, and you blink away the sting of tears. You weren’t hydrated enough for more to roll down your cheeks, but you didn’t want to worry him. With a swipe of your (his) sweater sleeve, you work on rubbing away tear stains as he comes into the bedroom, tilting his head at the wrappers and mess on the nightstand. “You okay?”

You shake your head, not trusting your voice. “You’re home early,”

“It ended well,” he tells you, gathering the trash left sitting. He doesn’t even comment that his nice chocolate bars were clearly eaten. “How long have you been like this?”

“Few days, maybe?”

“Why didn’t you call?” He sighs. He sounds exasperated, but you know he’s not upset at you as he rubs a soothing hand over your cheek and lets you lean into him.

“I didn’t wanna worry you,” you mumble, voice muffled into his palm. You press a kiss to it, smiling softly when his fingers twitch at the ticklish sensation. “‘S okay.”

Spencer shakes his head adamantly, you know he disagrees. “Find some nice pajamas for me, okay? I’ll be right back.”

He comes back after throwing out the trash. “I put some water on. Tea or hot cocoa?”

“Tea,” you mumble, rubbing your throat.

“With honey. Don’t even try to tell me not to add it.” Spencer grabs the pajamas you scrounged up. “I’ll fluff these in the dryer, too. C’mon, gorgeous,”

He helps you stand and lets you curl into his side as he walks you into the bathroom and helps you undress, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he tugs the sweater off. You shiver at how cold the air is, and he reaches behind you to turn the water on and let it start to warm.

Spencer carefully brushes your hair out of your face with his fingers, frowning when you pull away a little. He doesn’t comment on it, just studying your face with his intent stare.

“Stop looking at me,” you mumble.

“Just trying to see if you’re okay, sweetheart,” he whispers, ghosting a kiss over your cheek. “You’ll tell me about it after. Do you want me to help you wash up?”

You pause. “Dunno.”

Spencer chuckles. “Ok, well, I’m gonna go start fluffing your clothes and put water in the kettle. Let me know when I get back?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as his movement creates a draft.

When he peeks back in, you’re staring at the water.

“You have to get in, honey,” he reminds you, voice sweet. It makes you feel like crying.

“I know. I think I’m okay.”

Spencer pauses as his mind processes what you’re responding to. “Okay. Take as long as you need. I’ll be waiting in the living room,”

The water is nice — heated exactly where you like it to be —, and you take much longer than normal letting it run over corded muscles and wash away your sadness as you get clean. It’s nice, and you know you’ll feel better when you get out. Part of you hates that, because it just makes another thing Spencer is right about (and he’s always right about things, so you pride yourself on the times you beat him).

When you finally step out and towel dry, you find your warm clothes on the counter. He must’ve brought them in while you were distracted.

Finally dressed in clean clothes, you drop the dirty ones in the hamper and pad out to the living room.

Spencer is in comfortable clothes — a Washington DC hoodie, sweatpants, fluffy and mismatched socks — and his hair is no longer styled. That’s the first thing you notice. Then you notice the tea, the bowl of perfectly cut-up fruit, and the spread of cheese, crackers, and lunch meat.

“Figured you wouldn’t want a full meal,” he tells you, patting his thigh. You walk over and settle on him gently, squeaking in surprise when he pulls you into him more tightly and presses kisses on your face until you squirm from the contact, giggling. “C’mon, open,”

He taps the strawberry piece to your lips and you roll your eyes as you eat it.

“I love you, you know that?”

“‘Course I do, Spence,” you tell him, voice soft and scratchy.

“Then tell me. Please? Me not knowing you’re upset hurts more than being unable to be here for you. I can at least call you and leave voicemails or talk you through stuff.”

You sigh, shoulders dropping. “But you’re busy and dealing with hard stuff already.”

“And I will always choose to deal,” he says the word like it’s poisonous, “with what you are struggling with first. I signed up to be your number one supporter. Always,”

He hands you your tea and waits for you to finish drinking before he takes it and sets it back down. He holds your hands, rubbing his thumb over the back.

“Okay? Tell me.”

“Okay.”

Spencer smiles and relaxes, kissing you more gently. “Now eat up, sweetheart. It’s all for you.”

You whine at that, and he cuts you off with a stern look.

“My chocolate bars are not proper sustenance for an adult of your—”

“Spencer.” You mumble, picking up a grape. “Shut up. I’ll eat.”

He smiles, pleased, and leans his head on your shoulder. It should be weird, him watching you eat, but it fills you with warmth and happiness as he traces aimless shapes on your thigh and makes sure you’re okay.

title is bc: little by little you will be okay. i know you will. we all will be.

#my works #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fic #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid imagine #requested

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ghouljams · 7 months

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To be honest, I would want to be Price and Witch’s kid instead of fuck them idk why. I have mommy and daddy issues I guess lol.

Yeah I can do that, Witch adopts a lot of people and Price... also adopts strays.

"Do you want some tea darling?" The Witch asks, crouching to be on your level, "or maybe some hot chocolate? Could perk you right up."

You think for a moment before nodding your head. You're not supposed to talk to strangers, but you've seen this witch in the neighborhood and there's something comforting about her. Her concern seems genuine as she fusses with the copper pots in her kitchen. And you really can't complain about the rich dark liquid she pours neatly into a mug for you. It certainly looks, and smells, like a melted chocolate bar. Far flung from the powdered stuff you expected.

She frowns at you for a moment, plucking at the space around you with purposeful fingers. You sip your drink, and try not to watch her too closely. She may feel warm, but her movements are alien to you, and strike at your stomach with a strange primal fear. You think it's fear, you don't quite have the word for this feeling. You're sure it will come to you.

The chocolate coats your tongue, thick and viscous, you think you can taste cinnamon under the cocoa. The Witch taps her finger against her cheek, watching you, she seems ill at ease. Obviously concerned over the strange child that's made themselves comfortable in her home. She seems to come to some conclusion, holding her hand over her mouth as she whispers something. It's inaudible and yet it fills the room, dissonant whispers echoing off the walls and collecting in a swirl of smoke.

A man steps out with a roll of his shoulders, and almost as quickly as he lays eyes on you, he's looking back at the witch.

"Where'd you get the changeling?" He asks with a raise of his brow. The Witch lets out a breath.

"Oh good, knew they felt fae," She goes to the kitchen while the man takes a seat next to you, "they just showed up, I assume they're one of the neighbor's kids."

"Is that right?" The man smiles at you, it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, you smile back with all your teeth. He seems to like that, poking his fingers against your sides to make you giggle. "Where's your mum, hm? Can't have wandered too far off."

You shrug and the fae man nods. You like when adults don't make you talk, sometimes talking is too much. The witch taps her fingers together, thinking, while the man lets smoke swirl off his fingers. It makes little shapes and animals in the air, elephants and lions dancing around your head, butterflies flying over to distract the witch. You hold your hand out for one, and watch a lion burst into a flock of penguins to waddle across your palm.

"I can run a trace, I suppose," The Witch sighs walking closer, she crouches to be at eye level with you, "Can I have a pinch of your hair darling? I promise it won't hurt a bit."

You don't know if you want to give a witch your hair. It seems dangerous, that's how witches take control of people. You look at the man for help, surely he knows how witches work and won't let this one puppet you around. He chuckles, leaning his elbow against the table to rest his head against his fist. He nods at you.

"Go on then, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything nasty." He assures you. You look back at the Witch, who's glaring at your new friend.

"Don't make me sound so wicked," She scolds him.

"Don't need my help for that sweetheart," There's something warm in his voice, something that makes the whole house light up with warmth as the Witch bites down a smile.

She's very careful with you, pressing her fingers against your scalp as she twists hair around her fingers, plucking a few stray strands before pulling away again. She's right, it doesn't hurt. You rub your head, and she turns it back towards your mug of liquid chocolate. You think that's payment enough.

You don't watch what she does with your hair, but you feel the shiver of it. It's like a little zap of electricity, a stray shock from rubbing your socks against carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the feeling, it's not unbearable, but it's unpleasant. You consider peaking at what the Witch is doing, but you catch sight of your new fae friend first, and watching him watch her is much more interesting.

His eyes spark, and you mean that literally. There's a fire behind them that traces its way around his iris each time he blinks. A spark of gold against ice blue. A shooting star in a snowstorm. His eyes smile, and even though his fingers stop you from seeing his lips you assume they're smiling at well. You glance at the witch and see her hold up a vial of black powder to the light, her eyes studying it as she tips it one way then the other. It's not anything interesting, you don't see what's worth staring at.

"Can you make a bear?" You ask the man, he hums questioningly before looking at you. "They're my favorite," You explain.

"Can I make a bear?" He scoffs, swirling his fingers to collect the smoke. The wisps of it draw together and burst with a spark into the silhouette of a brown bear. It plods along the table top before sitting down to look around. It's a good bear.

"I know a good story about a bear," You tell him. He raises a brow, and doesn't stop you as you chatter away telling your favorite fairy tale. In fact his smoke seems to act out the scenes for you, stopping and restarting as you try to remember details. By the time you finish there's no more sound coming from the witch's work, and you're starting to notice the "lovely princess" and "handsome prince" smoke figures look a lot like your hosts.

"I called their mum," The witch tells the man, setting a cup of tea in front of him. "She should be here soon." The fae man snaps his fingers and the smoke disperses.

"One of the neighbors?" He asks, and she hums in confirmation. He tugs at her hand, pulls her down to perch on his lap with a quiet word.

"Are you alright to go home dear?" She asks you, and you think she means it. Sometimes people ask you things but they don't really want an answer, they just want to ask. You nod after a moment's thought. She looks relieved. "If you ever get lost again, you can call me,-" she hands you a little black card with gold lettering, it looks very official, "-I'll get you back home."

You turn the card over. There's no name on it just a phone number, an address, and one word, "Witch." You're studying one of the gold stars on the corner of it when there's a knock at the door. The Witch stands to answer it, and the fae man's touch lingers on her hip before she moves away. He gives you a wink as she pulls the door open, as if his affections are a conspiracy between the two of you. You hop off your chair and he catches your arm.

"Price," He tells you quietly, it feels like an important word so you nod solemnly. He smiles, "Go on back to your mum, and don't go spreading my name around."

You hold onto your mother's hand as you wave good-bye. She thanks the Witch profusely, though she waves all of them off. You watch the gold slip off of her like water, humans are so funny like that. They never hold onto heavy ties, kind only for the sake of kindness.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Your mother scolds you, "You're lucky someone dangerous didn't find you."

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love1other · 7 months

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Not Enough // Sana

Just pure angst

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“I love her so much, like when she’s not around I always think about her and what she’s doing. She’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last one I think about at night.” Y/n cries out to Wendy, her best friend, after finishing another glass of whiskey.

“But it’s like I’m the only one who cares in the relationship, you know? Like I understand she’s busy with her job and that she’s going to be busy a lot. I knew that before we got into the relationship.” Y/n rambles on not making much sense as she’s hard to hear over the loud music at the bar and from her crying.

Wendy has no idea what’s going on, all she knows is that she got a call at 2 a.m. from the bartender asking to come get her friend, who has apparently been there since 8 p.m. drinking and crying.

“Y/n, what’s going on? Why are you drinking? You don’t drink.” Wendy asks gently, worried about making her friend even more upset- if that’s even possible.

“I’m trying to drown my feelings,” Y/n replies with a dry chuckle, having somewhat stopped crying.

“Why are you trying to drown your feelings?” Wendy asks hesitantly.

“Because the person who completely owns my heart is cheating on me.” With that said Y/n lays money on the bar, gets up, and heads to the exit.

Wendy looks at the bartender and apologizes before running after her friend.

“Y/n wait up. What do you mean she’s cheating on you?”

“Exactly what I said, Wendy! She’s cheating on me.” Y/n cries out while sliding down the outside wall of the bar, and putting her head in her hands.

Wendy stares at Y/n not knowing what to do, she’s never seen her this upset before.

“Are you sure she’s cheating?”

Y/n lifts her head out of her hands and lays it against the wall to stare at the sky.

“I wish I wasn’t, but I am. I’ve been suspicious for a while, a month to be exact, but I was just overlooking everything and praying I was wrong. But I couldn’t overlook today.” Y/n whispers still staring at the night sky.

Wendy neals in front of her friend, “What happened today?” She asks while taking Y/n’s hands in her own.

“You know how I was on my business trip? Well, I got back a couple of days earlier than expected, honestly, I pulled some strings to get that to happen. But I knew she had this week off and I just wanted to spend time with her, I’ve missed her so much. Well, I came back to the apartment with flowers, chocolate, a fucking teddy bear.” Y/n bitterly chuckles while Wendy lightly squeezes her hands for her to continue.

“I walk in, expecting her to be relaxing and watching tv like she normally does on her off days. Well, she was there sitting on the couch with the tv on. Except she wasn’t alone, some guy was there. They were both too busy with their tongues down each other’s throats to notice me dropping my stuff. I couldn’t even confront her, I just walked right back out and headed here.”

Y/n cries out.

“Am I not enough Wendy? Why did she need to cheat? Is my love not enough?”

Before Wendy can even reply Y/n’s phone rings.

“It’s probably her, she’s been calling the last couple of hours, must have noticed the stuff I had bought her lying on the ground by the door.” Y/n scuffs out, declining the call and then turning her phone off.

“I’m so sorry Y/n, you don’t deserve that. And you are enough, it's Sana that is the problem, not you, okay?” Wendy says pulling Y/n into her arms, as Y/n starts sobbing.

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You wake up to a splitting headache, but also to your heart hurting. Looking around you see a glass of water and Advil on the bedside table, which you instantly take.

After taking the medicine you reluctantly get up and leave the room, you know where you’re at, you’ve been to Wendy’s dorm more times than you can count.

Heading to the kitchen she sees Wendy cooking what looks like eggs. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Wendy says after noticing you.

“What time is it?” You ask, sitting down on a stool.

“2 pm, I was actually about to go wake you up,” Wendy replies, setting a plate of eggs and toast in front of you, which has your stomach turning in a bad way.

You push the plate away and look at Wendy who is already looking at you with gentle eyes. “How are you feeling?” She asks with an even gentler voice.

“Like complete and utter shit,” You reply with a broken voice.

“I know I need to confront Sana, I just, my heart can’t take seeing her right now.” You continue.

“That’s completely understandable,” Wendy says, walking around the counter to get to you. Once again she’s pulling you into her arms, which you’re thankful for, her arms bring you comfort.

“I should warn you, Sana has been blowing up my phone asking about you, she even had Nayeon call Yeri.”

“She’s really not going to give me any space huh?” You mumble in Wendy’s shoulder.

“Doesn’t look like it,” replies Wendy as she gently rubs your back.

“Guess I’m just going to have to suck it up and confront her. I mean it’ll probably be better to just get it out of the way,” You say moving out of Wendy’s arms.

“Are you sure?” Wendy asks holding your hand.

“Yeah I’m sure, But uh first can I use your shower?” You ask realizing you stink.

“Yeah of course,” Wendy says.

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After a shower and reassuring Wendy, that you’ll be fine and will call her if you need her, you head out to your own apartment, already knowing that this conversation with Sana is going to break you even more, but it needs to be done.

Getting to the front door of your shared apartment you hesitate, scared you might walk into the same thing as yesterday.

After a small prep talk, you unlock the door with your key and walk in.

The apartment is quiet, and the things you had dropped yesterday are now sitting on the dining table.

Walking to the living room you see the couch, which has your heart clenching remembering what you saw yesterday, but no one is there today. Walking more in it seems the apartment is empty, which you’re glad about if you’re being honest.

Though it seems you thought too soon as you hear your bedroom door open and your heart starts to ache even more as you see Sana in your old high school hoodie, some sweatpants, and red eyes.

“Y/n,” She says her eyes widening before she runs to you and wraps her arms around you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She sobs into your neck.

You just stand there, wondering why she’s crying, she’s the one who cheated, she’s the one who decided to find comfort in another.

You should be the one crying, she’s the one who broke you.

With that thought in mind, you lightly push her away.

Looking Sana in her eyes you ask her the one question you’ve been thinking since yesterday.

“Why?”

All she does is look down to the ground as a sob leaves her mouth.

“Why Sana?” You repeat the question.

Finally, she looks back up at you.

“I - I don’t know.” She mumbles.

A dry chuckle leaves your mouth.

“You don’t know?!” You say a bit louder than intended causing Sana to flinch.

“I’m sorry,” Is all she says looking back at the ground.

Running your hands through your hair you ask another question, one you’re not even sure you want the answer to.

“How long?”

Sana looks back up at you with pleading eyes, but you don’t give in and you keep a straight face. You need to know how long.

“3 months,” she finally whispers out.

Hearing that you fall to the ground, a sob leaving your mouth.

That’s way longer than you thought, you only noticed her becoming distant this last month, but to know it has been going on two months before you had even noticed, hurts even more, especially since she’s been lying right to your face for that long.

Sobbing, Sana joins you on the ground and once again wraps her arms around you.

You let her as you’re too busy rethinking the last few months of your relationship, which has apparently been all a lie.

Finally after a few minutes of just sobbing and thinking you sit up and say what needs to be said.

“We’re done, you can keep the apartment, honestly I don’t even want to be in here knowing that the last three months someone else has been in here. I can get my stuff out by the end of the week.” With that said you push her away and stand up.

You walk to your old shared room and start to pack a bag with clothes.

Still sobbing Sana comes into the room, “No please Y/n, don’t do this, I’ve already ended it, he doesn’t mean anything to me, you do.” She cries out.

“Sana you only ended it because I caught on!” You yell as you turn to her.

“You probably wouldn’t even have ended it, if I hadn’t of caught you yesterday!” You continue before grabbing your bag and walking past her.

Right before you’re about to leave Sana grabs your hand.

“Please Y/n, please give me another chance, I love you.”

Closing your eyes to stop more tears from falling, you turn back around to face her.

“No, you don’t love me, if you loved me you wouldn’t have cheated on me for the past three months.”

With that said you take your last look at the one who has owned your heart for the last two years. She’s in baggy clothes, her hair’s in a messy bun, and her eyes are bloodshot from all the crying, yet she still looks absolutely gorgeous to you.

Even after completely breaking you.

Pulling your hand away from hers you turn back towards the door and open it.

“Y/n,” She whimpers out.

You look over your shoulder one last time to see her staring at you desperately.

“Goodbye Sana.”

And then you’re out the door heading back to your car, yet you know your heart is still back there with Sana and probably always will be.

#kpop #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana x reader #angst #twice imagines #twice x reader

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Green— Luke Hughes

request: “hey bestie ! could i have 23, 46 & 50 with luke hughes please :)”

23: “you’re safe. i’m here.”

46: “can i have a hug?”

50: “i’ll always come when you need me”

warnings: mentions of anxiety, a singular swear word, nightmare, NOT PROOF READ

word count: 1k

a/n: did i check if umich courses transferred to seton hall? no. did i just learn of seton hall’s existence? yes. do i know anything about it? also no, but it was close to the stadium!

MASTERLIST

the front door slams shut.

prancing sounds of dogs entering the house are heard.

clock reads 4:13am.

dogs start barking.

a bedroom door opens.

you get up, and lock your bedroom door.

yelling ensues.

banging on doors.

silence.

the silence was the worst part.

you shot up in bed screaming. you pulled your legs close to your chest as you heaved and fumbled to find a light. you broke out into sobs when the door to your bedroom at the lake house was thrown open.

luke stood there with a frantic look on his face, along with the other boys residing in house for the next week. “what happened?!”

you were sat up against the headboard of the bed with your legs pulled up and your hand on your heart, trying to apply pressure to calm you down a tad.

“i had- he was- he,” you sputtered out. luke immediately understood, “it was just a dream, bug. he isn’t busting into your house at 4 in the morning, okay?”

you nodded.

“you’re safe. i’m here,” luke said low as he sat on the bed across from you. “quinn, could you go get her some ice water?”

quinn nodded and walked off, the other few boys lingering for a second before walking off after luke nodded to them that you’re okay.

“can i have a hug?” you sniffled.

luke gave you a sympathetic smile and crawled over to you. he gathered you in his arms and your legs straddled his sides. you hugged him tightly, nuzzling yourself into his neck as you cried.

you didn’t hear quinn creep in, but you became aware of his presence when luke rubbed your shoulder in a way to get your attention. you rotated in luke’s lap to look at the front of the room where his oldest brother stood.

“i got you some water, and i thought you might like this,” quinn smiled and handed you a fun sized hershey bar. you thanked up and took the objects from him, handing the glass of water to luke for him to hold so you could open your piece of chocolate. knowing that you needed some one on one time with luke, quinn walked away immediately after his deliveries and ever so gently clicked the door close.

the ice water helped ease the anxiety that still coursed through your body. you closed your eyes and leaned backwards against luke’s shoulder and slowly sipped on the cup of water, making sure to notice everything you felt as you drank the ice cold liquid.

“what are you at right now, bug?” luke asked.

“yellow,” you said.

“what were you at before?”

“orange.”

“orange, okay,” luke nodded. he nudged you to move back to your original position, but you shook your head, “i want you to lay down on me.”

“you want me to lay on top of you?” luke questioned you.

“the pressure feels good and it helps,” you explained. “it’s like a weighted blanket, but instead it’s a weighted boyfriend.”

luke didn’t ask anymore questions. he slid you off of him and waited for you to get into a comfortable position laying down on the bed. luke then wrapped his arms around your middle, laid his head on your chest, and had his upper body pressed against you with his legs entangled with yours. you took a deep breath, immediately feeling some relief from luke’s weight. you had one arm drapped across his back, and your other hand was gently petting his hair in a slow, repetitive, up and down motion. he relaxed against you, which brought a small smile to your face as you kissed the top of his head in response.

“i thought i’m supposed to be the one comforting you,” luke joked.

“i can feel your calmness and it’s making me calm,” you answered.

“ah yes, my girlfriend is “practically an empath” according to her therapist except it actually makes a lot of sense and i think she is really an empath. how could i forget?” luke cracked.

you breathed out a laugh at that, “exactly.”

you took a moment to soak in the serene feeling of you and luke breathing in sync with one another before speaking again, “thank you for checkin on me.”

“well, you were screaming,” luke lightly teased. you rolled your eyes and lightly tapped the back of his head in retaliation. “i’m kidding! i’ll always come when you need me.”

“and when it’s time for you to join the devils?” you asked him, petrified for the answer. luke could feel your heartbeat quickening as you asked it.

“i was hoping you’d like to come with,” luke said simply. he didn’t even lift his head to look at you as he said it.

“luke,”you sighed.

“no, no, no, i’ve got it all figured out! jack’s been looking for a new place to live so that i can live with him. i already checked, and most of the classes you’ve already taken at umich will transfer to seton hall university, which is about twenty minutes from the area we’ll live in. i’m not going to force you but-“

you cut him off by grabbing his face and having him look at you, “i’d love to.”

luke perked up, “really?!”

“yes, really,” you smiled. “sounds like you got it all figured out, too. did you apply for me, as well?”

“jack almost did,” luke answered seriously. you cackled at that, “i’m surprised you were able to stop him.”

“i’m not entirely sure i did,” luke laughed with you.

your laughter died down and luke’s head returned to its position on your chest, and your hands resumed to holding and petting him. your bodies relaxed against each other and your breaths got deeper and more even.

“i love you, y/n,” luke mumbled into you, sleep threatening to take over. you smiled, “i love you, too, lukey.”

you were green when sleep encompassed you, and you could feel that luke was, too. you two were in sync with one another, just as it should be.

#luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes #jack hughes #hughes brothers #nj devils #new jersey devils #luke hughes fic #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic

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jellyfishbeansontoast · 9 months

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Missed you

steve harrington x reader warnings: reader suffering from period pains

“Come with me” he pouts, your hand is clasped in his at a feeble attempt on his part to drag you out of bed. “Is it because of my friends, they’ll love you I promise” his face is one of genuine concern.

“Steve,” you ruffle your free hand through his hair messing it up, he scrunches his nose up in protest, “most of your friends are fifteen.”

“Not true!” his hand flys to his heart, feigning hurt.

“Go without me, I’m tired” pulling the covers up to underneath your chin.

“Fine, but I’m coming back earlier.”

You watch him fix his hair that you’d messed up before he leaves, not without giving you a parting kiss first. You wish you were only just tired, but the cramps that have inhabited your body since the morning are almost unbearable. You roll out of the bed, taking a blanket with you and wrapping it around your shoulder, slowly walking towards the bathroom. If anyone else had been in the room they would’ve seen a hunched up figure with a blanket trailing behind them. The only thing that seems to make your cramps feel a little bit better is lying on the cold bathroom floor. The tiles are a relief against your skin, clammy from pain. You pull your legs protectively into your stomach and let your eyes fall shut.

“Y/n?” Steve’s hand is warm on your forehead as he checks you over for any sign of injury or illness. “Did you faint? Why are you on the floor?” His questions are endless.

“Just my period” you mumble, gazing up at him through half lidded eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you instantly regret not telling him, his face is a mix of hurt and concern, he’s not angry at you he just wishes you would have told him so he could help.

You shrug your shoulders despite the numbing ache from the hard floor, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

He scoffs, “Don’t be silly baby.” He pulls you up off the floor, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder, his hair tickling your forehead occasionally. Laying you down on the bed he tucks you up in the blanket previously wrapped around you like a burrito and presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The minute feels like the longest minute ever but he eventually returns, a tray full of items in his arms. He sits cross legged on the bed next to you, still in the outfit he went to the party in, and begins pitching the items to you like a sales assistant. “Can I interest you in a large chocolate bar accompanied by a teddy bear and some painkillers,” he places the chocolate in your outstretched hand and tucks the bear in next to you, “I also have a glass of water and cuddles from me.”

“The last option.” You pull the covers over your head, embarrassed.

He removes the tray and moves away quickly changing into some pyjamas, you not so subtly peek out from under the covers during. He slides into bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his chest.

“Missed you”

“I was gone two minutes.”

“Two minutes too many”

“Didn't you at least enjoy the view" You’re sure you turn into a furnace as you feel the heat rise up your neck, you cover your eyes with your hands. He removes your hands gently, placing a small kiss on your nose during the process, “Peek anytime you want baby.”

#stranger things #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff

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izzywantscheesecake · 6 months

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sick day-hobie brown

Today was a bad day.

You thought you had gotten rid of your sickness for good yesterday, but that was just the appetizer in the huge buffet of nausea your body was preparing especially for you.

You had begged your parents a second time to let you stay home from school, and they let you, albeit slightly skeptical about how sick you claimed to be. You hoped whatever was in you would disappear by the next day, because they told you after today they wouldn’t let you commit truancy any longer.

Nobody was in the house with you, everyone you lived with had work and their own personal things to deal with, so you had to treat yourself.

You stayed in bed all morning, not getting anything done and occasionally using your energy to get up and use the bathroom or go to the kitchen.

It hadn’t even hit you how much time had passed before it was around 3, the usual time your school ended. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, annoyed about how lazy you’ve been all day even though it really wasn’t your fault.

Succumbing to your low energy, you began to feel your eyelids droop and your body relax. Just before everything went black, a sudden banging at your window caused you to jolt awake.

You shifted up in your bed, thinking the source of the noise might’ve been a squirrel or a pigeon, but a tall silhouette standing by your balcony told you otherwise.

Slowly pulling yourself out of the sheets, you walked towards your window, eyes beginning to sparkle once you recognized what was standing there.

It was your friend, Hobie Brown, from 6th form. He still had his uniform on, indicating he came to your house immediately after school ended, and he was holding about three bags, evenly spread out on each arm.

You unlocked your window, giving him access to your room, and he stepped in, his boots gruffly making contact with your wood tiled floor.

“Hey, Y/N. A little birdie told me you were feeling a bit iffy this week.”

“A bit? I’ve been bedridden all day. I only just got up to let you in,” You replied, swiftly pulling yourself under the warm sheets of your bed again.

Hobie examined you for a few seconds, before letting out a snort.

“Man, you look terrible. But not to fear, Hobie is here. And he’s brought you a whole lot of sacred scroll texts from the lost city of Atlantis.”

Hobie placed the first bag down, and took out a purple folder, which he then handed to you in a mock regal manner.

You opened the folder, and saw exactly what you expected to see in there. Three worksheets of linear algebra, and a packet containing some Shakespeare text with short response questions.

“Wow, thanks. My maths and literature homework.”

“I know, I’m amazing, right? Tell me why when I went to collect your work from maths, the teacher said she didn’t even think I attended school anymore.”

“Well, that lady’s always been quite senile. But then again, you’re constantly skiving so I also can’t blame her for thinking that. What’s in the other bags?”

“Some gifts.”

He opened the second bag, and you were delighted to see a pack of Cadbury chocolate bars, accompanied with a teddy bear and other various confectionaries.

Just as you were about to go all in, he stopped you.

“Wait. Have you eaten any real food all day?”

“No.. I’ve just been laying here.”

“I thought so.”

He opened the third and final bag, which was chicken broth, some spices, and a pack of noodles.

“Why did you..”

“I’m going to make you soup, silly. Consider me your private nurse.”

“You have too much free time. I’ll be fine, just go home.”

“Mmm, no. Any road, direct me to your kitchen. I’ve only ever seen your room.”

“It’s down the hall to the left. But I can show you, just follow m-”

You made a few attempts to stand up, and every time you did, Hobie would just gently shove you back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh. You stay here, let me take care of you.”

Eventually, you realized it was no use trying to fight him and you felt yourself sinking deeper down into the bed as you listened to him cook in the kitchen, humming some tune you’ve never heard of.

After maybe 30 minutes, Hobie re-entered your room with a tray of soup accompanied by tea. Also on the tray was a thermometer you assumed he must’ve stolen from your bathroom.

He gently placed the tray of food down, grabbing the thermometer and setting it closer to your lips.

“Okay, now open your mouth.”

“You’re serious about this nurse thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now say, aaah,” He replied.

You opened your mouth and closed it once the thermometer was in. The both of you waited about a minute, before Hobie pulled it out of your mouth and examined the temperature.

“Holy shit, 38 degrees celsius. You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shrugged as he put the thermometer down on your bedside table and picked up the tray of food, placing it gently in front of you.

“Start eating this while I get you a warm towel.”

The broth of the soup was better than expected, probably because Hobie also added additional seasoning. The tea was also good, you could taste a hint of honey which was helpful for your sore throat.

Hobie came back with the warm towel and placed it on your forehead to relieve congestion.

For the next hour, the two of you sat together, laughing and joking. Hobie told you about the latest drama at school that you’ve missed, and also talked about things he did over the weekend.

It was a very simple conversation, but you enjoyed it a lot, Hobie really had a way of making uninteresting things interesting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway, and immediately snapped your head up to check the time on the clock.

It read, “16:46.”

“Hobie, you gotta get out of here. My parents didn’t want anyone to show up to the house today.”

He quickly nodded, cleaning up as much as he could before unlocking the window. Before he jumped out, he gave you a glance.

“And don’t forget, that’ll be £150.”

You scoffed jokingly. “I said, get out of here.”

He smirked, before jumping out the window and taking off down the street.

As soon as Hobie was out of the picture, you heard your room door open, and your parents walked in.

They questioned the soup and tea on the counter in the kitchen, and you told them you had started to feel better, and made it for yourself.

Today might’ve actually been a good day.

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justtwotired · 5 months

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Whispers of the night - Lloyd Garmadon x F!reader

Part 1 - previous - next

Get ready guys, this is a long one :)

Your POV

Two weeks passed and in those weeks I had not seen Lloyd once, the only moments I texted him were in the night when I laid in bed.

I missed him so much and had demanded he sent me a picture of himself so I could see his face, making him comply and sent a picture of himself laying down on his bed.

I found it rather cute but was to embarrassed to voice this to him, so I had just sent a smiley face.

He promised we could go on the second date soon but days slowly passed and I felt a pit growing everyday.

I missed him a lot and couldn’t stand not seeing him or hearing his voice.

A few days ago, he had sent me a chocolate bar that was delivered by Nya, who I had spoken to for about an hour by the front door before she had to go.

This amazing man even remembered my favourite chocolate.

I had demanded Greenie to take me to the park, even though he didn’t really want to because we ran into a lot of fangirls there, but it was my favourite place.

“It’s your job to follow me around, if I say park, we go to the park,” I had said and he had grumbled but complied anyway.

So now we where set in the grass, backs against each other and I leaned my head back on his shoulder.

“I thought I’d see your boyfriend pop up sometime, but you don’t seem to be talking to him,” he said and I sighed.

“We talk,” I said pausing for a moment. “Through texts,” I said and he let out a dry chuckle. “He’s just been busy, alright!” I said and he fell silent.

“Alright, alright, I won’t make a comment,” he said and I smiled. “Thank you,” I grinned. “I do miss him though, it feels like I can barely remember his voice,” I announced and greenie was silent for a moment.

“Can’t you call him?” He asked and I shook my head. “He barely had time to text, let alone call, he needs sleep to, greenie,” I said and he chuckled for a moment.

“Alright, alright, busy boyfriend, I get it,” he said and I elbowed him. “How many times, we went on one date” I said and he chuckled.

“Alright, fine,” he said and I stood up. “Wanna get some coffee?” I asked and he stood up aswel. “Sure,” he said and I helped him to his feet.

I looked into his eyes and realisation washed over me. His eyes, they were the exact same colour green as Lloyd’s, and like- those eyes are very green it’s almost unnatural.

How do I only notice that now? Is that just a weird coincidence? Yeah probably, it couldn’t mean anything else, right?

“You may let go of my hand, Princess,” I quickly pulled my hand back and blushed. “Sorry,” I said quickly and he let out an amused laugh, “it’s alright,” he said before we headed to a coffee shop just outside the park.

When I laid in bed that night, I texted Lloyd again and I was surprised when a voice message came trough, making a smile appear on my face.

“Are you sick of being followed around yet? I know I’d be. Also, don’t mind the voice message, I’m just way to tired to type,” he said and I couldn’t help but chuckle at the goofiness.

I texted him back immediately and was happy to hear his voice again.

A few days later, I was in the living room of the house when I got a text from him.

Blondie<3

Hey, I’m free later tonight, you think your ninja will allow you to hang out?

A smile spread across my face immediately and I started typing away.

You

Have to discuss that with my parents first

But Greenie is free tonight, Malcolm will be there but if we go to a restaurant or something he will wait in the car

Blondie<3

Go ask

I want to see you :(

You

I’ll go ask now

I jumped up and headed towards the reading room where I knew my mother would be.

“Mom,” I entered the room, making her lay down her book. “Yes, sweetie?” She smiled. Threats had laid low and it made the stress slowly leave my mother’s body.

“So, Lloyd is finally free tonight and suggested we go out to eat, is that alright?” I asked and a smile spread across her face. “Alright, but Malcolm will go with you to stay in the car, alright?” She asked and I nodded eagerly.

I walked around the table and gave my mom a kiss on the cheek before giddily leaving the room.

You

Yeeesssss

Blondie<3

I suppose this means you may go?

You

Obviously

I can’t wait!!

Okay, so there is this noodle place and I’ve gone there a few times and it’s amazing, you probably know it, once it was called Chens but it changed to Skylors!

Blondie<3

I definitely know that place, I go there all the time

Skylor is Kai’s girlfriend

You

Awe that’s so cuteee

Makes sense if you think about it, they are a good fit together

Blondie<3

I’m so sorry, but I really have to go, I’ll see you at Skylors at 7?

You

Awee

Yes see you then<3

Blondie<3

I turned my phone off and pursed my lips in happiness of finaly going to see Lloyd again.

“You look happy,” Greenie walked in and I smiled up at him. “Lloyd just texted, he’s free so we can go on a date tonight!” I said and he raised his eyebrows.

“On my free night? Now I can’t see him,” he said and I rolled my eyes lightly. “Don’t you act like that,” I said and he chuckled, making me throw a pillow at him.

That night, Malcolm dropped me off by the door and I walked inside and looked around. He wasn’t here yet.

I stood to the side a bit and noticed Skylor by the counter. She smiled at me and I gave her a kind smile back.

She was great friends with Luna, so we knew each other a bit trough her, and I went here sometimes with my friends to eat, of course.

The door opened again and in walked Lloyd, who smiled when he saw me.

My hands itched as I saw him and my smile grew. He quickly walked over to me and pulled me into a hug and I enveloped my arms around me.

I had been aching for this hug ever since our last date and it felt great to be in his arms.

He took a step back and we headed to a table by the window.

He told me all about what he had been up to while I did the same, telling him about greenie, making him joke about being jealous.

It did remind me about how Greenie did the exact same thing in the same way. I didn’t say it though and just playfully rolled my eyes and made a snarky comment back.

I shook the thought off of me and we continued our date. I actually had so much fun and we joked around and ate the amazing noodles.

When we left, I paid as promise and we talked with Skylor a bit, before heading outside. “I could ask Malcolm to take us to the park, we can take a walk,” I said and he thought for a moment, before smiling.

“I’d actually really like that,” he said. I looked up at him, realising how tall he was… he was way taller than I was and I couldn’t help but blush at this thought.

He gave me a teasing grin and winked, making me stick out my tongue. He chuckled and we walked towards the car where I smiled at my bodyguard.

“Malcolm, can you drive us to the park?” I asked and he smiled lightly at us. “Of course, but I’ll be at the gates and you have to check in with a text every ten minutes.” He said and I gave him a look.

“Every ten minutes?” I asked and he gave me a look. “I can also follow you around?” He suggested and the corners of my mouth fell.

“Texts are fine,” I said before getting in.

When we arrived at the park, all three of us left the car and Malcolm stayed at the gate. “Every ten minutes!” He called after us, making me yell a “yeah, I know!” Back.

“You are pretty close with him, huh?” Lloyd asked and I nodded. “He’s like an uncle to me,” I admitted and he smiled down at me.

I suddenly felt his hand slip into mine and a blush spread across my cheeks as I held his hand and squeezed it slightly.

We walked for a while, of course, texting Malcolm every ten minutes.

“The park really looks beautiful in the night,” I looked around me at the street lantern lit park and stopped walking. “Meh,” Lloyd shrugged and I turned to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I looked at him and he turned to me.

“That means that I think that there are way more beautiful things around here,” he said with a small smirk. “Like you,” he added making my cheeks heat up to my ears.

I looked up to meet his gaze and found my face incredibly close to his. My eyes couldn’t help but dart down to his lips for a moment and he then did the same, taking a small step towards me.

He laid a hand on my cheek, brushing it lightly with his thumb.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and butterflies took over my stomach as I nodded.

I stood on my toes as he leant down. I met his lips and god, they were so soft, even softer than I had imagined and yes, I had actually been imagining what it’d be like kissing Lloyd.

We pulled away and he leaned his forehead against mine, giving me a VIP spot to look into his eyes.

I was surprised to see he actually has small golden spots hidden in his green eyes.

“Lloyd,” I said and he hummed. “I like you, like a lot,” I said and he chuckled, that familiar chuckle that was his but also greenies somehow.

“I like you a lot too,” he said, kissing my forehead. Before we could say anything else, my phone rang and I saw it was Malcom, making me quickly pick up.

“Yes, I’m alive, sorry for not texting,” I said and he let out a sigh of relief. “You little shit, you scared me,” he said, making me giggle lightly.

“Sorry, we’ll head back now,” I said and he agreed.

I took Lloyds hand in mine and we walked back to the park entrance, I didn’t know how he was feeling, but I couldn’t be happier.

When I got home that night, I immediately texted our group chat who bombardent me with questions which I happily answered for them.

Soon enough I went to sleep and when I woke up the next morning, it was because of a knock on my door.

I sat up and yawned. “Come in,” I called and the door opened, revealing greenie who chuckled at my bed head.

That damned chuckle. “Morning beautiful,” he said jokingly making me give him a glare.

“Don’t act like you woke up with perfect hair,” I said and he shrugged. “Well you wouldn’t know, you don’t even know what colour it is,” he said and I turned to him.

“What colour is it?” I asked as I started to pick my outfit for the day in my walk-in closet. He followed me and leaned against the doorframe. “Guess,” he said and I didn’t even think about it.

“Blonde?” I asked and he let out an amused huff. “Good guesser you are,” he said making me smile up at him. “Such a smart person, am I not?” I said and he grinned slightly, or well that’s what his eyes told me.

“Isn’t it easier to just take your mask off? I mean- I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” I said and he shrugged as he watched me pull out a hoodie.

“Standard procedure,” he answered. “Don’t worry, darling, you’ll see my face one day,” he said with a small wink, making me throw a t-shirt at his face.

“Get out, moron,” I said with a grin, making him laugh and walk out of my room. I quickly got dressed and then headed out of my room aswel.

“So, what are we doing today?” He asked as we walked down the stairs with me.

“I’m grabbing some breakfast with James and Luna, and after that I’m going to the store because my leather jacket needs replacing seeing it’s become to small,” I explained.

He hummed along and I chuckled at him. “And we’ll stop at the candy store for you,” I said making him cheer slightly.

I entered the café I had promised to meet James and Luna to see that both of them where already there.

Luna excitedly waved when she saw me and I chuckled and joined them at the table.

“No greenie today?” Luna asked and I shook my head. “He’s outside in the car, I invited him to eat with us but then he’d have to take of his mask,” I explained.

“Damn it, I have a list of questions for him,” James said and we looked at him weirdly. “Alright it’s like two questions, but still,” he said and we both laughed.

After breakfast, we paid and headed outside, deciding on asking the others if they where up for a hang out upcoming weekend.

I waved at them as they both got onto James bike, as he was bringing her to her aunt for her birthday.

I closed the car door and looked at Greenie next to me.

“Already decided on the sweets you’re getting?” I asked with a smirk and he gave me a look. “Are you ever going to stop teasing me about my love for sweets?” He asked and I ‘thought’ for a moment.

“Nope,” I eventually said, making him roll his eyes, though definitely smiling.

When we got back home it was already dusk, we had also decided on a stop at the ice cream shop and many other stores.

“Awe, now we only have an hour left,” I whined and he chuckled. “Not like you’ll miss me,” he said and I looked at him with raised brows.

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” I asked and he stopped in his tracks. “I mean, you’re boyfriends coming over, I don’t think you have much time to miss me,” he teased and I hit his shoulder.

“Don’t you imply such things,” I scolded and he laughed, putting one of the bags he was holding down.

“Don’t you want to atleast make out with him?” He asked in a pouty voice and I chuckled, making my way towards the staircase to head towards my room, him following me.

“I don’t know maybe I do?” I said and he seemed surprised for a moment. “Really?” He asked amused and I blushed slightly.

“Stop, you are bullying me for wanting to make out with the boy I like?” I went to whack his arm and he quickly dodged it with a laugh.

We headed into my room, I dropped my bags and took out the new dress I had bought.

“Alright, greenie, I’m going to put on this dress, and you are going to tell me if I should wear it for the evening or no, okay?” I said and he let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, sure,” he complied. I giddily headed towards my walk in closet en changed into the new outfit.

I looked in the mirror and turned around for a moment. I loved the dress… but me wearing it? I wasn’t sure…

I hesitantly walked out into my room and greenie looked up. He was silent for a moment, making me shift in my place.

“It looks good,” he said and I looked up at him a bit surprised. “Are you sure?” I asked, walking towards my mirror, him following me.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He asked and I shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s just- I’m not sure if this really… fits me, you know what I mean?” I asked and he sighed.

“Y/n,” he said and I turned to him. “Yeah?” I asked and he seemed to be smiling. “You look beautiful,” he reassured me and I sighed.

“Alright, alright, fine,” I gave in and then looked at him with a smirk. “Thank you,”

Eventually he left and when I closed the door behind him, I took a deep breath.

I really, really liked Lloyd, but every time greenie made me laugh, or started teasing me again, all that kind of stuff, I couldn’t help but feel attracted to him…

Of course, Lloyd still held the number one place, I knew him way better, and he was just so… Lloyd, he was everything I dreamed of as a kid, only the white horse was missing.

An hour later, after dinner, the doorbell rang, making me bold downstairs before either my brother or my parents could open the door.

“Hey,” I said a bit out of breath when I saw Lloyd, who smiled at me. “Hi there,” he said and I opened the door further, inviting him in.

He stepped inside and hung his jacket on the coat rack.

We walked out of the hall and my mother just came walking down the stairs. She smiled when she saw us and came over.

She extended her hand for Lloyd to take, which he did. “Hi there, Lorain L/n, nice to finally meet you,” she introduced and he politely smiled.

“Lloyd Garmadon, it’s great to meet you to,” he said and my mom gave me a suggestive smile, making me narrow my eyes at her.

My father came from the living room with a bright smile. “You must be Lloyd,” he said and shook Lloyd’s hand firmly. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

Lloyd nodded. “That would be me, it’s nice to meet you to, mister L/n,” he said and my father laughed. “Oh, it’s just William, boy,” he said.

I smiled at Lloyd interacting with my parents, happy that they already seemed to like him.

“Well, mom, dad, we are going upstairs now, if that’s alright with you,” I said, before an awkward silence could ensue.

“Yes, of course, call if you need anything,” my mother said, mainly to Lloyd.

I chuckled and took his hand, pulling him up the stairs. We entered my room and he looked around for a moment.

“Jezus, your room is huge,” he said and I sighed. “Why does everyone always say that?” I asked and he gave me a look.

“Hmm, let me think- maybe because it’s true?” He said and I huffed out a laugh. “Alright, alright, fine,” I admitted.

We both sat down and I happily told him about my day, complaining about greenie who kept bullying me and excitingly telling him about the new book I had gotten.

“What’s the green ninja like?” He asked and i frowned for a moment. “Have you never met him?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Yeah uh, my dad and him didn’t really keep in touch after all that, you know?” He said and I huffed a laugh but it did make sense.

“Right, makes sense, sorry,” I chuckled. “But besides the constant teasing and bullying, he’s actually really nice, and he’s a bit like you , you know?” I said and Lloyds eyes widened slightly.

“He is? Why is that?” He asked and I shrugged. “Well, he has one heck of a sweet tooth, to start off, he also had green eyes and blonde hair, hes really sweet, and also, he’s a huge flirt,” I summed up and Lloyd frowned.

“He flirts with you?” He asked and I nodded. “Yeah, I constantly tell him to stop, not to begin with the nicknames, but it’s all just jokes,” I reassure him.

He smiled at me and I could’ve melted on the spot. This man was to pure for this world.

It was silent for a moment and I took the time to shoot a glance at the mirror to see if the outfit still looked good.

I flattened it a bit, also combing my fingers trough my hair.

“N/n,” I looked at Lloyd who gave me a look. “I already told you, you look beautiful.” He reassured me and I let out an airy chuckle.

“Sorry,” I said and he got up, taking my hand in his. “Don’t apologise, darling,” he said and I felt my knees grow weak, I was thankful I was sitting on my bed because otherwise I might’ve fallen over.

Lloyds hand left mine and he rested it on my cheek instead. I looked into his eyes, too far away to see the golden specks.

I stood up, leaning against him ever so slightly, finally spotting the small golden specks hidden in his green eyes.

They shot down for a moment to look at my lips, before looking back at me again. I did the same, taking a quick glance at lips, his damn, way to kissable, smiling, lips.

I looked back at him again, he winked at me and I chuckled. His eyes shot down again, lingering a bit longer this time.

I moved one of my hands to the side of his neck, so slowly bring him closer. He leaned in and I stood on my toes.

Our lips met and I closed my eyes, enjoying the kiss I’d been longing for for a while now.

My remaining hand searched for his and I held it tightly, making him smile into the kiss, causing me to aswel.

We parted and he leaned his forehead against mine, I caught my breath and giggled a bit as he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

He kissed me again, it felt way more passionate than before, making me more relaxed, I hadn’t even realised I had been tense.

We parted again for breath, but it didn’t take long for our lips to connect again.

We slowly turned until Lloyd could sit on my bed. I stood between his legs, leaning down slightly as now I was taller as him.

Slowly we pulled apart a bit and I looked into his eyes again.

“Now I know how you feel,” I whispered, making him let out a throaty chuckle. “Doesn’t your neck ever ache?” I asked and he shook his head.

“It’s worth it,” he said before kissing me again, I was caught slightly of guard but leaned in immediately after.

I felt his tongue lick my lips, silently asking permissions to enter my mouth, which I granted without hesitation.

I allowed him to explore my mouth and moved my legs to sit on his lap, now straddling him, making the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.

God I was down bad for this boy…

#ninjago lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago x reader #ninjago city #ninjago nya #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #ninjago zane #ninjago jay #lego ninjago #ninjago

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xxrhxysxx · 11 months

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Heyyyyy saw ur requests were open for ghost can I get like reader(gn or fem idc) x Simon where like reader needs to borrow a shirt for whatever reason (idk it got ruined or something) and Simon ends up giving them one and they wear it around the safe house or around the others and bro goes feral idk just a thot

Thx

(hopefully smut but totally get it if not thx)

Him giving you his shirt is so baby girl of himΨ(≧ω≦)Ψ also thank you for requesting, sorry this took oh so long ☆

Simon(Ghost) Riley giving you his shirt

Gn reader x Simon Riley

. Warnings: sugestive, swearing,

(Sub coded!)Simon

. It had been really busy around the safe house in an attempt to calm down you made yourself cup of hot chocolate and were ready to head back to your room, on the way back bumped into Gaz who was play fighting with Soap, that causes you to spill the hot chocolate all over yourself, lucky you it wasn't hot but warm.

When you first knock on Simons door and ask for a shirt he's confused and flustered, he gives you the shirt and tells you you don't have to give it back, little did he know that this decision was the cause of soon to be problems. The next day when he woke up and came to the kitchen to make some tea the first thing he saw was you with a coffee in hand "good morning" you said but instead of replying he just looked at you, it made you nervous he stared at you a lot but this time it was different, it was intense, hungry almost, he had to snap himself out of the trance he was in, "good morning" his voice was a bit breathy and small. he was sweating trying not to say how good you look in his shirt, how much he wants to kiss you, despite how awkward the silence is you graciously excuse yourself from the room and go to the rest of the team. Whilst talking with the others soap points out how hard ghost is staring at you but decide to ignore it. Later that evening everyone decides to go out to a bar you decline because you aren't a big fan of drinking, while making yourself a cup another of hot chocolate since you didn't really get to enjoy the first one you spot a figure out of the corner of your eye you turn around to see Simon staring at you again but this time you decide to say something "Is there something wrong with how I look? This the the 3rd time I've caught you looking at me" he doesn't respond but you can tell he heard you after a few seconds pass you hear heavy foot steps that stopped right behind you. You turn around to Simon abnormally close you give him a look that hints at him to move, he scoots back a bit and with a apologetic look in his eyes " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare " it's quiet , barely audible "It's fine... Can I know why you're staring at me so much? " there's a pause, you can tell he wants to say something, but he's not, it frustrates you almost because you two have history, you both joined at the same time, you trained together, hell he had stayed over at your house a few times, you weren't besties but he could at least tell you why he was staring. After a few seconds you go back to making your hot chocolate "If you won't tell me it's fine. I'm just curious that's all" "It's just... you look really good in my shirt" he looks away from you, fidgeting with his hands you can tell he more to say than that but you don't push "Is that a bad thing? " you spoke "No but the things I'm thinking about doing to you are" you're in shock you never took Simon for the kind of guy to get hard from you wearing his clothes. You feel heat run though your whole body, you start to sweat as he steps closer to you he won't look at you though and to look into his eyes is the only thing you need right now. "Simon look at me please" he obeys "If you want me I'm yours but I need you to tell me exactly what you need ok? " "Okay" you guide as him to his room. As you both lay on his bed you can hear his heartbeat get louder, and you notice him sweating "are you nervous" you speak "a bit yeah" "why" he looks away as if he Hiding something. "I've wanted to do this for a while but I never thought I'd get the chance" he whispers. "Well now you have the chance so show me how much you wanted this".

. Once again I'm so so sorry that I took so long I just couldn't find the motivation to write but I hope you enjoyed and again thank you for requesting 🤎☆

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months

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This is just a little headcanon shit post. I may change my mind and add or delete people if I give it any extra thought. Also, I take appeals. So if there's someone you'd like to add or have removed, plead your case to me and we'll see what can be done. I'm flexible sometimes. This is kind of like a part 2 to Cheers To The Crazies.

Cheers To The Good Guys

Cheers to the good guys who love you so much they don't pay attention to your crazy. They let you rant and rave about how they didn't put the toilet seat // lid down. How they fucked up for the millionth time and didn't clear the microwave timer. The toilet paper is on the wrong way and the world will burn if it doesn't get fixed. A-G-A-I-N. Cheers to the good guys who still keep trying to load the dishwasher even though you've screamed at them relentlessly about how they're not going to get all of the dishes cleaned if they're piled in like that. Let's hear it for the guys who buy some chocolate and salty snicky snacks to have around the house for you when one of those goddamn cravings hits you out of nowhere. Because you know it will. And they know it will. And they know it's in their best interest to be prepared for something like this. Give it up for the good, smart, gentle and tough guys (when you need it) that love you more after you have a fight over something so fucking stupid even you forgot what it was about halfway through it. Cheers to the men who forgive you right away when you apologize for being a nutcase.

"Wh - oh my god. What the hell is this? Why are the bowls stuck together like this? Come - come here, please, baby. How are they supposed to get clean if they're basically stacked on each other like this? Exactly, they can't. So why did you - ugh. Never fucking mind." You walk to the bathroom and don't look where you're sitting and somehow still manage to make it all his fault, the seat being left up AND your utter lack of spatial awareness. "{S/O name}!!! Why do you keep leaving the toilet seat up? I damn near fell in this time!" Which only makes him laugh. It pisses you off that he's blatantly laughing at you. But you're also reminded of how beautiful his laugh is. How true and real it is. How true and real he is. He comes to the bathroom and peeks in at you, "Are you ok, y/n? I'm sorry, I'm sorry for laughing like that. But the image of your ass stuck in the cold toilet water, your legs hanging over the bowl --- ah, Jesus. S'too fuckin' hilarious to not think about, baby. Are you ok, though? Yeah? Come here, sweets. I'll rub yer bum to make you feel better after almost flushing yourself down the head. You want somethin' sweet? I grabbed your favorite candy bar the other day. Want me to get it for you? Go lay down on the bed. I'll be right there." You go lay down in your shared room and see that he's made the bed and folded the clothes (incorrectly) and put them away. Some of the hangers are backward and your OCD is raging off the charts right now. But he tried. He did it all without being asked. "Fuck. I'm a monster." You say to yourself as he comes back into the room. "What's that, baby? Did I do something wrong?" He looks at you with his sweet face and happy eyes and he's thinking about how much he loves you, no matter how much of a psychopath you are most of the time. Meeting his gaze, you start in. "You ... yeah. NO, no honey. You didn't do anything wrong. Thank you." You kiss him as you stand on your knees on the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. “Ahh, didn’t do nothin’ special.”

#reiner x you #reiner x reader #yuji x you #yuji x reader #connie x you #connie x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk #aot #midoriya x reader #midoriya x you #mha #my hero academia #bnha

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h-33-s-3-ung · 7 months

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Sleepover with Jungwon

Fluff

Synopsis: you and Jungwon have been dating for exactly a month and it was about time you two had a sleepover.

10 Am:

💬: You wanna sleep over tonight?

💬: Well good morning to you too wonnie😗

And btw YES!

💬: Phew! I thought you would say no…I have been wanting to ask you for about a week now but I always got shy.

💬: You are still shy around me?You literaly fart and burp in my face all the time and you are shy to ask me if I could sleep over?😒

💬: No need to expose me like that😔

And yes I was shy because…I don’t have an explanation actually…

💬: Well I do want to sleep over at my cute boyfriend’s house tonight.☺️

💬: Stawp I’m gonna blush

💬: But seriously, are we going to watch a movie (or 4) with some snacks on the side?🧍‍♀️

💬: I have already bought every single one of your favorite snacks! I got Doritos with sour gummy worms and a Hershey’s chocolate bar. Oh and I also got some sprite for a drink (they were out of coca-cola😭)

💬: OuT oF cOcA-cOlA?! HOW DARE THEY?!🥲 (I’m fine.)

💬: Not dramatic at all?

💬: Nope.

💬: Oh and I know you’re into older horror movies so I have prepared The shining AND Halloween.

💬: YOU KNOW ME SO WELL!!!!!

💬: I knew it😎

💬: Anyways, I have to get ready for work🤮

I’ll talk to you tonight okay?

💬: Okay☹️

💬: I love you my little baby cat!❤️

💬: I love you too!❤️

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5 Hours later.

You knocked at Jungwon’s door, your hair was frizzy and you makeup was flaking. You had just finished work and your boss allowed you to leave early since there weren’t many customers.

"I’m coming!"

You heard your boyfriend yell from the other side of the door.

He opened the door and barely even let you step in that he had already jumped in your arms. He was much taller than you but he always acted like a little kid (and you loved it).

"You finished early?" He asked, his hand resting on your left cheek caressing it.

"Yeah, the store was dead so my boss let me go home early." You explained.

He saw how tired you were and so he suddenly picked you up and kissed your lips softly before taking you to the living room. He had basically built a pillow fort. Your favorite blanket was laying there ready to cover the both of you for your long movie night.

"Oh I got something else for you. Close your eyes!" He said, his dimples showing slightly.

You did as he said and soon you felt something in your hands.

"Try and guess what it is."

You pretended to be confused for a few seconds when in reality you knew it was sushi from your favorite sushi shop because you recognized the packaging.

You opened your eyes and even tho you knew what to expect, your mouth fell open and your eyes widen. It was all your favorite sushi together.

"Niki told me to get these types, he said they were the best. Is it okay?" He asked shyly.

"You got all of my favorite ones!!" You said hugging him tightly.

"Well good, shall we start the movie?" He asked pointing at the pillow fort he built.

Without replying, you jumped in and dragged him with you. You quickly opened your sushi platter and started eating like you haven’t eaten in days.

"Can I have one?" Jungwon asked with boba eyes. He knew you couldn’t say no to him, so you gave him a piece. He danced cutely at the flavour and leaned over to lay his head on your shoulder.

AFTER THE FIRST MOVIE

Your eyes were starting to get heavy already. You were munching on some Doritos when you told your boyfriend you were too tired to watch a second movie.

"Awn is my girl too sleepy?" He asked pouting.

You rubbed your eyes and nodded. You didn’t realize but you had accidentally rub off your mascara and eyeliner in the process.

" ugh, I still have makeup on. And I didn’t brush my teeth." You said yawning.

Jungwon picked you up in his arms and took you to his bathroom. You had your own skincare products in a mini form at Jungwon’s house. He sat you down on the counter and easily tied your hair up in a ponytail.

"I can wash your face for you." He said confidently.

"Please Wonnie. I’m too tired to do it myself." You replied.

He grabbed your makeup remover and some cotton pads, poured some of the product on the soft material and then gently removed your eye makeup, making sure to get every little particle of makeup. He then grabbed some more makeup remover and removed the little remaining of your lip makeup. It got rubbed off when you were eating. He was so gentle, it felt like you were getting a mini massage session from him.

"Okay I’m gonna wash the rest of your face now." He narrated.

He grabbed your facial cleanser, poured two pumps of it on his hand (he knew the correct measurement), added a tiny bit of water and washed your face effortlessly. He loves washing your face since he got to admire every single one of your features for longer than usual. He rubbed over your fluffy eyebrows, rubbed your cute chubby cheeks and your perfect nose.

"are you asleep baby?" He asked.

"Almost~" you replied softly.

"You’re adorable." He said giving you a kiss on the top of your head.

After rinsing your facial cleanser, he applied the rest of your serums and creams before grabbing your toothbrush.

"Open up!" He said.

You did as he said and he started to brush your teeth, just like your mom use to do when you were still a kid.

"Brushing your canines, your front teeth, your back teeth, give me a big smile!" He kept narrating in a cute tone. "You’re so beautiful." He added.

You felt yourself blush as you were gradually falling asleep on the cold bathroom counter.

"Okay, we’re done." He said picking you back up like a sloth. "Do you need something to drink before we go to bed?" He asked.

"Water" you replied in a whisper.

He poured you a big glass of water and brought it with him in the room.

He set the glass down on his night stand before letting you fall softly on the mattress.

"I’m gonna go brush my teeth too okay? I’ll be back in a second." He said, kissing your forehead softly.

You understood but couldn’t respond due to exhaustion. You quickly fell asleep as soon as your boyfriend left the room. He came back after a few minutes, saw you fast asleep in the bed and quietly got under the covers with you. He placed you on his chest since you loved listening to his heartbeat and soon, you were both asleep in each other’s arms.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Good morning sleeping beauty." You heard your boyfriend say in a cheerful voice. He was on his phone bombarding his fans with messages on weeverse.

"What time is it?" You asked.

"It’s 11:06 Am"

"When did I go to sleep?" You asked confused.

"Around 10 Pm, why?" Jungwon replied.

"Man I slept for 13 hours?!" You replied confused.

"Don’t feel bad, you needed it." Your boyfriend replied softly giving you a small kiss.

"Do you want breakfast sleepy head?" Jungwon asked smiling.

"Waffles?" You simply said.

"Anything you want honey." He said making his way to the kitchen to prepare your yummy breakfast.

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This was my fist time writing fluff, I hope you like it. I didn’t want to write smut for Jungwon yet (it feels kind of wrong idk why lol) but maybe in the future if you guys want to and if I’m ready. Let me know if you want me to keep on writing this kind of story. You can also let me know if you have some suggestions. I’m thinking of writing part two for my sunoo story, I was also thinking about a story with Niki (FLUFF) or another heeseung story. Anyways I’ll see you next time!❤️

#Enhypen fluff #jungwon fluff #Enhypen jungwon fluff #fluff #jungwon #Yang jungwon #yang jungwon fluff

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Okay so, I’m not sure if requests are open, but I was gonna ask if you could do Pedri comforting the reader when they’re on their period…? Coming from a person with debilitating period cramps 😭

A/N: I combined these two. I’m trying to make them slightly shorter so I can get to all of my requests but let me know if you guys like them. I’d not I’ll definitely go back to my old style.

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-Y/N!- You heard your boyfriend call out for you as he entered the apartment you both shared.

You had been in bed all day. You felt miserable from your period and also felt miserable you were missing your team’s match because of a recent injury.

Unfortunately Pedri was on his second week of time off from injury so as much as you wanted to complain you knew he had it worse.

You heard him walk through the hallway and sat up when he opened the door to the room. You smiled as a bouquet of sunflowers appeared by the door with his hand holding them, he remained behind the door.

-Tonto.- You said as he giggled. He finally appeared at the doorway and offered you a smile.

-I saw them on my way back home and thought you might like them.- He walked towards you.

-They’re beautiful, Pedri.-

-Just like you.- You shook your head and looked at yourself. In sweats with your head in a bun and feeling like your insides were getting ripped out of you.

-Hey.- He said sitting down next to you grabbing your chin in between his fingers. He lifted your chin so that your eyes could meet. -You’re beautiful, don’t ever doubt that.-

The two of you laid in bed for a few more minutes, the warmness of his body against you. His hands on your stomach providing you with some much needed relief. You closed your eyes and took the moment in.

Although you were sad you had gotten injured you were happy the two of you had gotten injured at the same time. You had spent so much time together in the past week that it made you happy.

You felt him place a kiss on your cheek and you smiled. -Come on sleepy head. Let’s do something.-

You grunted. -I don’t want to go anywhere right now Pedri. My stomach hurts and I don’t want to deal with people.-

-We aren’t going out. I brought some stuff so we can make cookies and then we’re going to watch the match.-

Pedri went to the kitchen to get things ready while you tried to make yourself feel a little more presentable. When you came out of the room you found him singing and setting out all of the tools you were going to need for the cookies. You smiled. He always knew how to make you feel better.

You began to mix the flour, sugar, and all of the dry ingredients as Pedri mixed the wet ingredients. Eventually the two of you mixed them together. As always Pedri needed to taste the raw batter. You rolled your eyes as he took his finger into his mouth.

-Do you always have to do that?-

-Yes.- He said with a laugh.

-Now we’re going to have less batter for the cookies, like always.- You complained. He took a step towards you and dipped his finger in the batter again, this time smearing it on the tip of your nose. -Pedro!- You yelled which caused him to laugh.

-Here, I’ll clean it up.- He said as he rolled his eyes. Before you could say anything he was licking the batter off of your nose. You pushed him away playfully. -You are so gross.- The two of you laughed.

You finished setting the cookies and placed them in the oven. Pedri told you to go lay down on the couch as he cleaned up the kitchen. Minutes later he walked in to the living room and handed you a chocolate bar.

-I also saw this and thought of you.- He said. You gave him a smile and he pulled you in for a quick kiss.

-You know you’re the best boyfriend?- You told him. He shrugged his shoulders. -I thought I was your only boyfriend.-

You giggled. -Pedri, you know what I mean.- He smirked at you and proceeded to sit on the couch with you. You laid there in between his legs, your back to his chest. His fingers traced little circles on your head as the two of you watched the match. The cookies filling up the room with a delicious smell. You feel asleep in his arms.

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lostfirefly · 4 months

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Tell me what you want to hear, something that will light those ears, I'm sick of all the insincere, so I'm gonna give all my secrets away

You will be surprised but the idea for this fic came to me from a dream. In my dream Buggy and I were in the subway (on our way home) and were listening to the music through the headphones. In the second half of the dream someone beat me but that's another story :)

Description: Catherine came back home and found Buggy lying on the couch with the headphones.

Warnings: Fluff (as always), Buggy is little bit angry.

Words: 1580

Buggy x OC from my “You’ve Got the Same Dream as Me” series.

The title is taken from "Secrets" by One Republic.

English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Masterlist

Taglist: @gingernut1314

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"My beloved clown, I'm back. I sent my sister a gift and a card from us. I hope she likes it. I walked around a bit and went to a couple of your favorite pastry shops. Sorry, I didn't find your donuts today. But I got you a double portion of churros, chocolate muffins and a bottle of good whiskey. I hope you're still alive and didn't die without me." Catherine came home from her short walk.

She put a paper bag on the pouf next to the front door and began to take off her sneakers. "Quiet? The only time our apartment can be quiet is when I'm here alone. Buggy, are you home?"

There was silence in response.

“It’s strange. He didn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She mumbled, shrugged, took the bag in her hands and went to the kitchen.

As she walked past the living room, she heard quiet sounds. Catherine went into the kitchen, placed paper bags on the table and tiptoed towards the sounds coming from the living room. She poked her head through the doorway and saw Buggy lying on the couch with his head on the pillow.

He seemed so cozy to Catherine. In home clothes, without makeup and with his hair down. It was one morning at the beginning of their life together when she accidentally saw him without makeup, and it was a real drama. She liked the fact that after a few months of living together, he began to be at home with a clean face more often.

Buggy's legs were bent. One feet stood on the couch. One leg lay on top of the other and moved slightly.

“What is he doing?” Catherine narrowed her eyes and looked closer. She saw a white wire from the headphones. "Headphones? What? Pinch me! Is he singing?!" She could hardly contain her laughter.

Catherine quietly walked over to the couch and bowed her head over Buggy. He lay with his eyes closed, continuing to twitch his leg to the rhythm of the music and singing silently. His fingers lightly hit the player, his head also slightly moved to the rhythm of the music. And he hummed. He hummed songs quietly. Buggy looked so relaxed and cute. Catherine didn't know whether to yank one earphone out of his ear or tap him on the shoulder. She smiled and gently ran her hand through his loose blue hair.

“Holy crap!! Geeez!" Buggy jumped in surprise so much that he split into pieces. "Are you completely crazy? Fuck! Why are you sneaking around like that? Who does that?" A flying head screamed at Catherine.

"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry!!" She clutched her stomach laughing. “I came home, called you, you didn’t answer. I decided that you had gone out somewhere and then I found you here on the couch so calm... and singing!”

“Shit! You could have signaled your appearance somehow differently. And stop laughing, for god's sake!” He blushed with indignation.

“I'm not laughing. I just didn't know you could sing." Catherine sat down on the couch and wiped her eyes from tears. “My great and fearless Buggy the Clown is also a singer. Have you tried performing in bars? Maybe we can earn more money this way?” She fell on the back of the couch and couldn't stop giggling.

"Oh, fuck you!" The head, body with separate legs and hands flew into the bedroom.

"Come on, my Buggy Bear! I'm kidding!" She squeaked from the couch and continued chuckling.

"Fuck you! I'm not talking to you!" An offended voice came from the bedroom.

"Come on! You sang very well and it was very sweet. You just never did that in front of me and I was surprised." She tried to soften her laughter, but she didn't do a good job.

“I didn’t do a lot of things in front of you!” Buggy grumbled from the other room.

“Buggy, my love, please, forgive me! You have a pleasant voice.” Catherine got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom. Buggy's body was sitting in a chair. His head and hands were on the bed. Feet stomped irritably in one corner.

"Why do you look like this, my little bear?” She pointed her finger at every part of his body. “Are you going to be mad at me in a disassembled state now?" She continued to giggle.

The head did not answer anything and only looked displeasedly at Catherine.

“Oh, my silly clown, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." Catherine looked at the head with round, sad eyes.

Buggy didn't answer. All his parts flew to the kitchen, taking the player and headphones with him.

“Come on! Buggy! Why are you so mad? I didn’t catch you doing something worse. You know what I mean, right? I would be surprised to see this. Because now you have me.” Catherine started laughing again.

“Fuck you!!”

"Why didn't you ever sing to me?" She followed him into the kitchen. “Buggy, honey!”

She opened the door to the kitchen with a guilty look. Buggy was still separated into pieces. “Are you going to fly back and forth around the apartment from me? You know I can follow you around all day and evening.”

She walked up to the floating head and gently touched the hair.

“Why are you so angry, my blue-haired boy?” Catherine leaned down to kiss the top of his head but his head flew on the table.

“Okay. Keep being offended. I can take your hands.” She grabbed one of the flying hands and glanced at Buggy. "Ha, I got you! At least one of your parts.” She began to tug gently on his fingers and tease him with her voice. "Who's the one who's so mean? Who's offended by his favorite cotton candy?"

Buggy looked at Catherine for a long time not taking his squinted eyes off her.

"I brought you churros. And chocolate muffins. Your favorite." Catherine tried to say this with gentle irony. With one hand she held Buggy's separated hand, with the other she took out his favorite dessert. "See how much I love you. I took you a double portion special for you. Only for you-u-u." She twirled the churros stick in her hands.

Buggy rolled his eyes and put all his pieces back together and sat down on the chair.

"Give it back." He said in a stern tone.

"What am I supposed to give you?"

“Hand. Give me my hand back.” There was slight irritation in his voice.

“What if I don’t give it back? Will Buggy the Singing Clown punish his beloved Cathie-pie?” She said playfully.

“I. Said. Give. It. Back.” He drilled her with his eyes.

“Wow. With no “cotton candy” or “baby”. You must be very angry at me.” Catherine sat down on a nearby chair and gave him his hand. She put her elbows on the table and put her chin on her hands. “Do you want churros? I bought them at your favorite store.”

"I don't want anything." He put the headphones in his ears and crossed his arms.

"Ok." She said softly.

Catherine got up from her chair, opened the kitchen cabinet, stood on her tiptoes and took out one whiskey glass and one wine glass. She poured whiskey into a glass and put three ice cubes in it.

Catherine took the drinks and put them on the table. "With ice. Just the way you like it." She said it as gently as possible.

She moved her chair a little closer to Buggy and gently touched his elbow. "My little Bear..."

His face did not change. His arms were still crossed and his face looked angry.

Catherine stood up again, took the churros, chocolate muffins and placed them on the table.

He took the whiskey, sweets and went to the bedroom without saying a word.

Catherine sat in the kitchen for about ten minutes, then got up, took the wine and went to the bedroom too.

She saw Buggy sitting on his side of the bed. He leaned his back against the headboard. She put her glass on the nightstand and climbed onto her side of the bed, covering them both with a blanket.

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Your voice is so beautiful. And it's so calm. I'm sad that I've never heard you sing. But if you don't want to sing in front of me that's okay.”

Catherine gently touched his hand with the fingers of her right hand and asked quietly. “What are you listening to?” She looked up at him.

Buggy turned his head slightly towards her, sighed, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. He pulled out one earphone and handed it to her. Catherine put the earphone in her ear and snuggled closer to Buggy. He took her right hand, kissed it and glanced at Catherine.

“Stop looking at me like that with your green eyes, my silly clown. I’m blushing.” She extended her left hand to the top of his head and began to gently run her hand through his hair.

Catherine saw a slight smile on his face and Buggy suddenly began to hum a song quietly and softly.

“Amazing. Thank you..” Catherine exhaled calmly, she settled under his armpit, placed her free hand on his chest and closed her eyes. “I love you so so much, my Buggy Bear.”

He squeezed her arm slightly, kissed it again and answered quietly, trying not to lose the beat of the melody. “I love you too, my cotton candy.”

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Brrrrr

HELI ANON REPORTING TO- duty-?

H i i ii i

I may or may not be addicted to your writing and its on yu 😤

Down to business 👹

Crocman's wife walking into the living room to see what the father son duo is up to bc it was too quiet

She walked in to see a crocodile who fell asleep holding their son who was fully awake while also holding a storybook

W e l l his son was doodling on his father's face like an artist 😌

I like it picasso 💪

And then much later when reader returned with a camera,

Their son was asleep holding uncapped marker pen with some smudges on his face

After reader left them be, when she passed by again

She saw crocodile awake and obliviously drawing on their sons face unaware of the doodles on his own face

So precious 🥺

you can add much more or yes like usual

Enjoy your day officer 💪💪💪💪

hello my dear helicopter anon! you dont understand how excited i get when you request, literally my favorite writings to do ngl. AND BRO THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD! literally my sister and i were just adoring this idea the moment you sent it! thank you so much for making this series my thing on this account and bro, if you have any baby names for croc's son, let me know because i cant think lol. thanks so much!!! <3333

Croc as a father part 5!!!

Pairing - Crocodile x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 649

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“Darling,” you began flipping through some mail, finding quite a few letters addressed to your husband. “You have a couple letters in the mail. Did you want me to put them on your-”

You paused as you stepped into the living room to find your husband fast asleep and your son wide awake on his lap. Usually, you would think nothing of this but a wholesome moment. What really made you pause were the drawings on Crocodile’s face that were made by your son. There was a drawing of Mihawk and Buggy, a drawing of you, and a drawing of one of the banana gators. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You knew you should be getting onto your son, but you just couldn't help it.

“Mamma!” Your child giggled and put his arms up for a hug.

You walked over trying not to giggle at the picture book open on your husband’s large chest, and hugged your son. “Shush baby,” you whispered, placing a kiss onto his forehead. “Daddy’s sleeping.”

Your son giggled and crawled back onto his father’s chest, handing you the picture book that he didn't need anymore.

“Are you gonna stay with daddy, bubba?” You put the book back in its proper cubby and he nodded, laying on his dad’s chest.

“Mhm. Daddy’s warm when he sleeps.” He sleepily lifted up the marker in his hand and drew a small smiley face on Crocodile’s face. You decided it would be best to leave them be for now so you could get some work done around the house.

It wasn't long before your chores led you to the living room where you found your son now fast asleep on his father. His face was pressed to Crocodile’s big chest while Crocodile softly snored, his son drooling on his bare chest.

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You looked around the house, satisfied with your work.

Damn you were good.

The house was squeaky clean and there wasn't a child up and running about to mess it up. You definitely deserved a treat after that.

You grabbed yourself the nearest chocolate bar and realized that it had been a while since you checked up on the boys.

You went to step into the living room, but quickly stepped out, peeking back in to find Crocodile giggling to himself and drawing all over his son’s face with the washable marker that your son had used prior to draw on Crocodile’s face.

You giggled and stepped in the room, eating away at your chocolate bar. “Good morning, darling.” You pressed a kiss onto Crocodile’s lips and he chuckled, pointing at the smiley face he drew on his son’s face.

“Morning. I just saw this marker and it seems to be safe on skin, so I thought it would be funny.”

You laughed and sat on the floor next to the couch. “I would hope it's safe for skin. You should see your face, dear.”

Crocodile froze. “What?”

You giggled and ran out of the room to the bathroom where you found a handheld mirror. You ran back to the living room and showed your husband his face and he couldn't help but burst into laughter, startling your son awake in the process.

Your son just giggled and hit Crocodile’s big chest, making a soft boom sound. “Dada! You woke me up!”

“Sorry buddy.” Crocodile placed a small kiss on his son’s forehead. “Let's go wash this marker off, huh?”

“Yeah dada! You look funny.” Your son giggled and Crocodile stood up, helping you off of the floor as well.

“You look funny too, kiddo.”

You showed your son the mirror and he burst out laughing just like his dad. You slicked back his jet black hair. There was no mistaking that that was Crocodile’s son.

The two of them giggled all the way to the bathroom leaving you smiling and satisfied with your day.

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almostloosingit · 2 years

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Did you find your bi*ch in me?

Draken

I wrote this while listening to:

(English isn't my first language so please ignore any grammar errors if you find them😗✌️)

GN reader

TW: anxiety attacks , Reader thinking that they are imaging stuff ( Derealisation )

You loved him.

And he loved you but he also loved her.

You never met Emma but you heard stories about her and she seemed like a sweet girl. You’re also fully aware she was your boyfriend's first love that he never got the chance to confess to.

Since you two have been together you have seen him cry in his sleep multiple times. It hurts. It hurts to see the man you love cry but it also hurts to know he still hasn’t moved on after all of those years. You wish he did, you hoped one day he would just get over her.

It would save him and you so much mental health.

“Did you get some ice cream?” You asked your boyfriend who just came back from a quick trip to the shop. “Apparently it’s gonna be super fucking hot later on today” you looked at him with already tiered expression.

“Of course, I mean how can I forget to get the main thing .” He laughed as you came up to him.

You looked into the bag to see one big box of ice cream as well as two ice cream bars.

Strawberry and Chocolate?

“You got yourself a chocolate one? I swear you said before that you don’t like chocolate.” You looked up at him with confusion.

“No that’s yours babe” he looked at you and laughed as he took out his strawberry one. “Chocolate is your favourite after all.” He walked off while eating his.

Chocolate wasn’t your favourite.

You actually disliked it.

It was Emma’s favourite.

And you know that because you remember Ken telling you about how he took her out for ice cream once.

“Right” you put the chocolate ice cream and the one in a box into the freezer.

“You’re not gonna eat your ice cream?”

“I think I will pass for now”

“You okay?” He looked at you concerned.

“Yeah, I just remembered something.”

“What is it?”

“Nothing important.” You said while sitting down on the couch next to him as he puts his arm around and you lay your head on him.

“If you say so oh also babe wanna watch a movie? Mitsuya recommended a really good one.” You nodded your head which was a sign for him to start the movie.

It hurts like hell. It hurts so much to get mistaken even compared with a girl that never even dated him. It’s normal to miss someone you loved and you’re fully aware of it but for fuck sake can it fuck up your relationship. You never had a problem with him going to her grave and stuff like that because you understood why he did it but you never understood why he kept mistaking you with her. Is it because he loved you both? It can’t be because you two look alike because well the two of you look nothing alike. It’s annoying, it’s annoying that you're literally losing your boyfriend to someone who is dead. Will you ever be enough to make him forget about her? Were you just not enough to make him feel loved? Will he ever love you the way he loves her? Never in your life did you expect yourself to get mad over a dead person. If someone told you a few years ago that you would have to worry about a dead person stealing and ruining your relationship you would think that they were crazy yet here we are.

You don’t remember anything from the movie, you were just too busy overthinking this relationship. You were hoping that maybe he will release the mistake and apologise for it. You know normally people would just get over it, you know it was a simple mistake! But for you it wasn’t. It’s not the first time it happened for fuck sake. But it hurts the most when he calls you her name.

“She would have liked that movie” He said with a sad smile on his face.

He’s joking right? He can’t be serious right now.

“I’m sorry?”

“What?” So he is serious.

You know you were the wrong person in the wrong room and place.Let’s be honest you both knew he wanted her to be with him there. He wanted to have his hand around her. He wants her to be the one he comes back home to. He wanted to wake up every day to the sight of her next to him. He wants her in his arms. He wants her. He loves her. He needs her.

You were the other lover even though you were in his arms, you were the one he wakes up to every morning,you were the one dating him. Yet you were the other one. Not her but you.

Suddenly it was hard to breathe. You need to get away from him at least for now. It’s too much for you.

“I- you know what, I think I’m just tired” with that you stood up and started walking to the shared bedroom.

“Alright I will take a shower and then join you” he said, getting up from the couch and heading to the room opposite across the hallway.

While you were sitting on the bed you saw your boyfriend across the hallway brushing his teeth in the bathroom. You hate that he doesn’t realise the mistakes he makes. You hate the way it makes you feel. Your head felt so heavy from all of this.

“Babe could you please pass me some clean clothes”

It almost felt like you were on autopilot when you got up to get the clothes. The moment you threw them to him you came back alive. His simple yet so beautiful smile brought you back to life.

You remember when you first saw his smile, your heart melted every time you saw it from that day on. Then the day he asked you out on a date. He looked so shy you remember his face and his ears being red yet the moment you said ‘yes’ he gave you that smile yet it was so much brighter or when you agreed to date him. And let’s not forget how happy he was when you agreed to move in with him, he literally picked you up and started to spin you around. You thought the longer you will be with him the less he will call you by her name.

“Thank you, God I love you so much Emma” he said as he turned around to put the clothes away.

You felt your whole world collapse.

Are you imagining it?

Are you loosing your fucking mind?

Did he just say that?

The moment he turned back around he saw you standing there looking at him with tears streaming down your face.

“Babe come on what’s wrong?” You saw him starting to walk in your way. He sounded worried and almost scared. “Come on babe just talk to me, what's wrong?” You started to walk back begging for him to get the hint that you need space, that you need to be far away from him.

You were finding it hard to breathe.

You felt watered down.

You felt like your life was just sucked out of you.

You felt your heart being shattered.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You said devastated.

“Babe what do you mean?” He looked so confused. ”I literally said ‘I love you’”

“Ryuguji did you not hear what you just said?”

“Babe don’t call me that” he said that with a sad yet angry tone.

“You think that’s bad? You literally called me HER name again !” You weren’t sad at that point and if there was any sadness left it was overshadowed by the anger.

“I didn’t do that-“

“Yes you fucking did. Ryuguji don’t pull that shit on me”

“Babe”

It’s always babe, you don’t remember the last time he called you your name. Y/N. Why can’t he call you Y/N? Was he calling you babe so he doesn’t have to say anyone's else’s name? It hurts.

“Don’t call me that”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Call me by my name”

“Babe come on-“

“Please for fuck sake just stop.”

Silence.

It was killing you.

Is he gonna call you by her name again?

Is he gonna leave?

What if he never actually said anything about her?

Maybe you were losing it after all?

“Y/N please hear me out, if I did I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He stopped to compose himself. Did he do that? Did he call you by her name? “You know it’s hard for me-“

“We've been dating for 2 year! She died 12 years ago. There is no excuse for you to call me by her name and make such simple mistakes like even buying the wrong ice cream! Chocolate isn’t my favourite flavour. I don't like it even a bit! Yet you got it because it was her favourite. I was willing to ignore it even though it did hurt a little but saying ‘I love you Emma’ to me is too far!”

“I know I’m sorry but you know I miss her”

“Why did you ask me out then? Were you that desperate to fill the hole that you asked out first person you fucking saw?”

“No, that’s not the case I-“

“Then what? Do I remind you of her? Is that the reason? Is it because you find your Emma in me? So you dated me hoping I wouldn’t say a thing and play along with your little game” You wanted him to say you were wrong and that’s not the reason. But all of this made so much sense the way he asked you to wear specific clothes sometimes to do your hair in a specific way and don’t forget when he would keep saying stuff like.

‘I think this shade of blond would suit you’

‘You should go blond”

It does make sense and you hate it.

But he had no words left. He was looking at the floor with his eyebrows frowned.

You could see the little amount of tears that gathered in his eyes. He looked like you solved his little plan.

“So I’m right that is the reason”

He stayed silent and you hated every second of it.

“I'm gonna come back tomorrow to pack my stuff” you started to walk out of the room. You were hoping for him to grab your hand and hug you. You were still hoping you were wrong. But he didn’t do anything like that. He stood there like he was frozen.

You can’t be in the same room as him, you can’t be in the same house as him, you need to leave before the tears that came back to fill your eyes will fall down your face yet again. And you did that. While he stood there. He couldn’t believe it. He ruined it, he ruined the relationship he was so happy in. He hurt the person he loved so much by mistaking them with a person he used to love. Or so he thought. He really thought he was over her.

He moved the moment his phone vibrated.

It was a text from you that said:

“Next time you date someone, make sure you're over Emma first.”

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finkinthisfrew · 8 months

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Anything (Pt.48)

We finished our bath, which lasted much longer than necessary since we dragged the bath out as long as possible. As Matty gently washed my hair and the rest of my body, we took our time, savouring every touch, kissing each other tenderly on whatever skin we could reach from where we lay, over and over, allowing our hearts to slowly repair as they steeped in each other's presence.

Afterwards, Matty dried us both off, clothing us in his comfiest sweatsuits, and then placed me on his couch before turning and walking out of the room. Moments later he reappeared with his duvet and several pillows from the bedroom, then began placing them around me, tucking me in tightly.

"Wait, wait, wait, stop," I said as he wrapped me up like a cocoon. He froze, looking up at me skeptically with a raised eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked dubiously.

"Because I want you under here with me," I answered innocently. When he didn't concede immediately, I made sure to pout slightly so he wouldn't turn down my request.

He bit his lip as he fought internally about what would be best for me, finally caving after a few moments.

"Fine," he said as he resumed tucking me in. I raised my eyebrow at him in question and he quickly finished before continuing. "But I'm getting you snacks first," he said as he stood up, wagging a finger at me, then promptly turned on his heel and walked out the door. I couldn't help but laugh, then reached for the remote and began to scroll through Netflix as I tried to decide on something to watch. I settled on a lighthearted rom-com and nestled myself deeper under the covers as I began to watch.

Only a few minutes later, my phone began to ring. I chuckled as I saw the smile of Matty's contact photo light up on my screen, rolling my eyes as I picked it up.

"You can't possibly be calling to check in on me- you've been gone all of five minutes, Matty," I said incredulously as I answered.

"I'm just walking to the shop- I'm grabbing you a bunch of things, but are you in the mood for anything specific? We'll order lunch in, but any snack cravings?" he asked earnestly.

"I'm okay, Matty, honestly. I'm fine with just lunch," I laughed.

"But what about after? Just tell me what to get," he insisted.

"I'm honestly not very hungry," I said. I listened to his silence on the line, then I realized he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I sighed.

"Some chocolate, I guess? That Milka one we both like with the biscuits? And maybe some juice?" I gave in.

"Perfect," he said, his smile audible. "Anything else?"

"Matty," I replied sternly.

"Oh, hush, or else I'm going to call Agatha- she'll take my side and we both know it," he said sassily as the familiar bustle and beeps of the grocery store buzzed in the background.

"Goodbyyye, Maaatty," I sang.

"See you soon, my love," he said sweetly into the phone before hanging up.

Some 15 minutes later, I heard Matty climbing up the stairs, then reappear in the doorway carrying what must have been at least five or six grocery bags stuffed to the brim. As he carried them to the kitchen counter, I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him from behind, earning a yelp from him.

"Anna-" he began to protest at my non-horizontal state.

"MATTY!" I yelled as my eyes landed on one of the bags which had tipped over, its entire contents spilling out of the bag and onto the counter. The bag was chock-full of Milka chocolate bars.

"I'm going to be gone for a couple more days! I didn't want you to run out!" he reasoned.

My eyes scanned the contents of the rest of the bags which were full to the brim with canned soups, heating pads, a variety of fruits including a dozen lemons, multiple bottles of honey, several different kinds of tea, various medicines, and every kind of juice you could imagine, including orange, apple, mango, pomegranate... I even saw a thermometer peeking out of one of the bags. He'd gone completely overboard, and while I found his overreaction entirely unnecessary, I was also so incredibly touched. I'd never had someone take care of me the way Matty did.

I tightened my grip around his waist as I nuzzled my head into his back.

"Thank you, babe," I whispered meaningfully into the hood of his sweatshirt.

"Hey," he said, raising his arms before turning around in my embrace so he could wrap his own arms around me. "Anything for you, my love. Anything," he said as his large palm cupped the back of my head tenderly.

Less than an hour later, once we were finally both settled under the covers on the couch with our bellies both full of takeout butter chicken, Matty turned to me, his eyes soft with care.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Tired," I answered honestly. "Kind of feel hungover, but different. I guess I feel a bit anxious too. Mostly just tired though," I said with a yawn as Matty nodded attentively. "I also feel pretty upset about... what happened... last night, but I don't really wanna talk about that now. I'm definitely too tired for that..."

"I'm sorry, darling-" he answered as he wove his fingers through my hair, running them down to my neck where he began to massage the tense muscles. "-for everything... Are you anxious about anything in particular?"

"I'm anxious about everything in particular," I sighed. "I think it's from the roofies though- the doctor warned me that I might feel some anxiety or depression from the leftover drugs in my system..." I said as I closed my eyes and let Matty work some of the stress out of my body. "But honestly I'm too tired to really think too much right now- I feel like I just ran 17 marathons back to back."

"You should get some sleep, darling," he said softly into my ear before kissing my earlobe gently, then reached for the remote to turn the movie off.

"No, I like this," I said, putting my hand on his. "This is keeping me relaxed, and I wanna enjoy your company as long as I can," she said, a tinge of sadness in my voice. We both knew he had to leave in the morning. "Please? Let's just do this a little longer."

Matty caved, moving both our hands to his chest. I smiled at him happily, and he smiled back before his eyes returned to the movie. It wasn't until now that I noticed the huge bags under his eyes. He looked exhausted.

"Maybe we should sleep, actually," I said.

He looked back at me quizzically. I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb along the purple crescents.

"When's the last time you slept, baby?" I asked him softly.

He averted his eyes, clearly uninterested in sharing this information with me.

"The other night," he said nonchalantly, his eyes staring at the TV but not following any of the movements.

"Which other night?" I pried.

He sighed before his eyes turned back to mine sadly.

"Two nights ago," he answered honestly. Before I could begin to fuss over him, he cut me off. "I'm totally fine," he assured me, "I promise. I don't even feel tired."

I didn't have the energy to bicker, so I gave up for now and decided I'd try again later.

As we settled back into the movie, I noticed he kept looking at his phone, reading text messages and sending off his own, his fingers fidgeting anxiously with the duvet between texts.

"What's wrong, Matty?" I said, turning to look up at him

"Oh nothing, darling," he said, smiling down at me sweetly, but his smile didn't quite reach his eyes before they flitted back to the TV.

"Matty," I said with gentle sternness, taking his hand into mine and getting his attention again. "You don't have to tell me, but please don't lie to me," I said gently as I looked into his now saddened eyes.

"There's nothing I wouldn't share with you, darling," he said as he turned my hand over in his and opened my fingers. "But I don't want to worry you- you're meant to be taking it easy," he explained, rubbing my palm with his thumb.

"I'd feel a lot better if my boyfriend wasn't stressing out all alone," I offered.

"I know you want to help because you're such a selfless, giving angel, Anna," he said between the little kisses he planet on my forehead, "but it's too much to handle right now," he admitted earnestly. "I don't think I have it in me right now," added quietly, his eyes turning to look down at our fingers which now interlaced.

"Let me help. I have it in me," I said, giving his large hand a squeeze. "Let me take some of the weight off you."

"I'm afraid you don't have it in you either right now, Anna. You need to be resting," he said quietly, his eyes looking up at me, pleading. "Let me just deal with it on my own for now. I promise I'll tell you once you've rested up a bit."

"You don't have to do this alone, Matty," I said encouragingly.

His brow creased as his eyes turned pained with guilt, scanning my face for forgiveness.

"You've already been through enough," he said so quietly, almost to himself. He turned away before mumbling, "You don't deserve this..."

"What do you mean, Matty? What happened?" I asked worriedly, sitting up straight.

Matty put his hand on my back and began to rub it soothingly. His eyes looked even guiltier now.

"There's been another article..." he admitted nervously with a look of worry. "It came out this morning. It's more of the same. My PR team is doing what they can and I've just been messaging with them about making sure your comments are turned off on your social media this time. I don't want to risk adding any more stress to your life right now..."

My stomach dropped. I couldn't lie, I was upset. But I was too tired to feel anything more than annoyed at this moment.

"Fucking assholes..." I muttered to myself. I sighed audibly, then leaned back into Matty's chest, melting into his arms as they wrapped around me.

We'd been lying like that in silence for a while before I noticed Matty's heart beating faster than normal against my back.

"I'm not too worried," I said quietly before I tilted my head back to look up at him. "We have our plan in motion, remember?" I said with a small smile.

"You're not upset?" he asked in confusion.

"Well yeah, a bit," I answered honestly, "but if the last few days have taught me anything, it's that none of it matters." I peered into his worried eyes as I readjusted myself to look at him better, and he watched my every move intently.

"Nothing's more important than us, Matty," I said firmly. "Nothing."

"But you've been through so much, Anna..." he breathed, his brow creased deeply with pain.

"And I'll go through a lot more, I'm sure," I replied. I shrugged slightly. "But it's all worth it if it means that at the end of the day, I have you."

"I don't know if I agree with that..." he mumbled. He noticed my look of hurt and quickly corrected himself. "I just mean that my world has been bringing you nothing but pain and stress and hurt since we've met, and sometimes I worry you might be better off without me."

I frowned deeply at him.

"Saying something stupid like that again, I dare you," I threatened with a playful glint in my eye. "I know I'm weak right now, but that won't stop me from trying to smack the ridiculous out of you."

This earned a chuckle from Matty, and the sound made my heart skip a beat.

"But seriously, the pain of living life without you would far exceed anything either of us has gone through since we met by at least infinity," I reassured him as I leaned toward his face, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I promise."

"Well that I can agree with," he said with a small smile as he kissed the tip of my nose.

I settled back into my favourite spot, burrowing deeper against Matty's chest as I nestled myself into the crook of his arms. His arms wrapped around me snugly and we both sighed- a mixture of annoyance at our situation and happiness that we were together.

"We should go to bed if you're tired, I don't have to keep watching," I said as Matty kissed the top of my head.

"No, I want to keep hanging out. I love spending time with you too much," he said sweetly. "I promise, I'm not even tired."

I reached to grab a piece of the chocolate bar that lay unwrapped on the couch next to us, along with several other snacks Matty had picked up for us, and munched away quietly as I continued to watch the movie.

A few minutes later, I noticed something familiar in the next scene: the familiar rectangular box Matty's band used for their merch on the t-shirt of an extra walking far in the background.

"Oh look, Matty!" I said, tapping his chest gently with my finger. When he didn't respond, I peered up to find him fast asleep, his lips parted slightly as he breathed in and out slowly, his chest rising and falling with his breath. He looked so relaxed, finally asleep after such a whirlwind few days, yet his arms stayed tightly wrapped around me. I couldn't help but smile.

"I love you," I whispered quietly, almost to myself as I looked up at his angelic face, and he tilted his head to the side, nuzzling it into mine as he pulled me in closer against him, then smacked his lips lightly all while deep asleep before settling back into his still and deep slumber with a new little smile.

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