#fluff request

[writings-by-fairy]

Loved

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Katie-centric story

Words: 984

Rating: E

Warnings: none

Summary: a reflection on Katie Otto's love

Requested by: @americanhousewifeottofamily

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Katie Otto was a lot of things: a mom, wife, party planner, chief, chauffeur, and so much more but most importantly she was a lover.

Taylor was in her rebellious teen years where she wanted to hide away from the world because no one understood her but that was far from the truth; Katie understood her. Katie understood why Taylor pushed her away, why Taylor cried randomly over seemingly nothing, why Taylor NEEDED the newest shirt from some popular store that she would wear for a week then end up on the floor, why Taylor was joining every club, sport, activity, Katie understood. No matter how hard Taylor pushed Katie away, Katie would always be there. So when Taylor came home hiding tears while running to her room, Katie opened up the cabinet and grabbed the secret stash full of Taylor’s favorite candy. She knocked on the door and slid the candy underneath the door with a little sticky note that said, ‘I am here for you, I love you’ and Taylor felt loved.

Oliver thought he was some emotionless boy who was too tough for the world, but Katie knew what was hiding underneath the tough boy persona, fear. She saw the fear of failure when Oliver would stay up all night studying mumbling how he has to get an A. She saw the fear of the future when he would create plan followed by backup plan after backup plan after backup plan. She saw the fear of not being good enough when he would join every after-school club and student government, volunteer, job and Katie would be there for everyone. Too many times has she could Oliver passed out at the dinner table late at night while everyone slept surrounded by bake sale flyers. So Katie would gently wake an exhausted Oliver and help him to bed then get to work on dozens and dozens of cookies. Oliver would wake up in a panic and start to plan how he would run to the market and buy cookies, but he would soon realize that he wouldn’t have to. On the counter was a huge tray of cookies with a note that says, ‘get some sleep, I love you.” And Oliver felt loved.

Cooper was put on this earth to teach Katie something, she didn’t know what it was yet, but she was sure it was patience. When Cooper would come over, Katie would notice he would intently watch her cook and prepare food. Katie started to notice pretty early but didn’t say anything, instead she would act like she needed help with cutting the onions or sautéing the mushrooms. Soon enough, she was giving him cooking lessons almost every other night. Katie found a free cooking course at the local culinary school and surprised Cooper with them, he asked her if she would go with him to the first couple. When she agreed, Cooper gave her a rib-crushing hug and let out a heavy sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. She hugged back and said a ‘love you kiddo’ and Cooper felt loved.  

Anna-Kat was an open book for Katie, sometimes too open. When Katie asked how her day went, Anna-kat would tell Katie how the teacher talked like a robot then how Jeremy put glue on his lips then Celia threw up on her desk then how she was on the swing all recess and she was SO close to swinging the whole way around then what pizza she ate for lunch. And this would go on until Anna-Kat had told Katie every single second of her day and Katie would just listen. When Anna-Kat came up with a new game or new pretend world and assigned Katie her role, Katie would play along with great theatrics. The way Anna-Kat’s face would light up as Katie got into her role made wearing a fake mustache worth it. Katie would play pretend until Anna-Kat started to yawn, and her eyes grew heavy then Katie would pick her up and carry her to her room. They would pick out the perfect pajamas for whatever character Anna-Kat was still playing and tuck her in. Katie would lean down and give a gentle kiss to her forehead and whisper, ‘had so much fun today, Officer Sprinkles, we will catch the guy tomorrow, I love you’ and Anna-Kat would fall asleep with a smile on her face because she felt loved.

As she changed and cleaned the room up for bed, Greg would go on and on about what piece of history he got inspiration from to write a new book and what chapter 15 would be called and who would be a special feature in the book and Katie was starting to realize who Anna-Kat got her rambling from. He would tell Katie everything and Katie would just listen till he wore both down and they would share a kiss and a ‘good night’. Katie would be the one to say ‘I love you’ first and Greg would feel loved as he drifted asleep.

Katie’s friends would tell her that she does too much for her family and they give nothing in return. Katie doesn’t blame them for thinking that because she does tell them how Taylor will slowly open her door after the candy is slipped under the door and tell Katie everything and ask for her advice. How Oliver will race home and excitably tell Katie how he is the first SGA president to raise over $1,000 and how much he loves her. How Cooper will notice when she is tired and would offer to cook what new recipe he learned. How Anna-Kat would let Katie win at the games that were originally rigged for Anna-Kat. Or how Greg would ask about her day and be the first one to say ‘I love you’ in the morning. Katie Otto is loved.

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I am on AO3 as the same username if you want to check out my other works. This is on there :P Requests are open so please message me

XOXO Fairy

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[lunaoyabun]

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[littlegodzilla]

can I have a short fluff? being reunited with Daryl in Alexandria after being separated at the prison? ( wouldn't say no to smut teehee)

Hi Anon!!

I loved your request, it remembered me a little idea that I had when I started seeing the TV Show but I never wrote it so I'm going to post it now.

I know I said I'd be gone this week, but my husband is a little sick and I have a lot of time off so....

I hope you like it!!

Meet Again.

Daryl Dixon x FemReader.

Anon request.

Warning: Fluff. A little smut. A little surprise.

Words: 4700.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @twdeadfanfic @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog

You met Daryl at the camp outside Atlanta, you were always attracted to him, you won't deny it, you never could. His scruffy appearance, his brusque character and his constant defiance against Shane managed to attract all your attention. It was a physical attraction, you were sure of it, the redneck was handsome, with those intense blue eyes, shapely arms from carrying that crossbow, his long days of hunting, you were convinced that sex with him must be really good. But you didn't do anything, at least not during the time you were in the camp, although you didn't care about privacy, the fear and the constant tension that some zombie would appear there, diminished your sexual appetite, but that didn't mean that you didn't follow his movements with your eyes full of desire. You were very clear about what Daryl was for you, a distraction, an adventure, a passing pleasure, if you managed to get hold of him, you would accept whatever the villager offered you. You weren't in love, your heart wouldn't break. You just needed to keep your mind distracted with something.

And that was Daryl Dixon.

From glances you moved to small smiles, always avoiding Merle being near, when he brought new game or helped with the laundry, you brushed his hands, connecting your looks, but Daryl always turned away and walked away, he seemed uncomfortable with the situation, so you didn't insist, but you didn't hold back when you wanted to touch him either.

Everything changed when Rick Grimes showed up, Merle got caught in that whip and death invaded the camp. Scared and with no way out you left the safety of the camp to take to the road seeking refuge at the CDC in the hope that you could find a safe place for a long time, or even a cure.

It was the first time Daryl touched you. It was the first time you shared the feel of each other's bodies.

It was sex without expecting anything else. A way to release all the tension you had built up, along with the desire you had been keeping quiet. You left your door open after showering and Daryl walked in without waiting for an invitation. The two of you let your desire take over. Daryl was intense, he roamed your body with his mouth and hands making you see stars. His cock made you moan as it had for a long time, but when the passion passed, Daryl seemed to be aware of what he had done and left your room slamming the door.

You didn't need to go after him, you didn't need to ask for explanations. You had gotten what you wanted, you had calmed your curiosity and desire for the hunter, if the next day he didn't remember what had happened or didn't want to hear from you in that sense, you were fine with that. However something did change, you didn't notice it at first, but you did notice that Daryl was more aware of you.

When Jenner confessed that the place was no longer safe, that it would self-destruct everyone panicked, Shane and Rick were trying to talk some sense into him while Daryl wanted to open the armored door with an axe.

"Come on, move!" he yelled at you as Jenner let you guys go grabbing your hand to get you out of there.

He even shielded you with his own body when the building exploded, so the shockwave wouldn't hit you. They were small gestures that were camouflaged under tense looks and annoyed grunts, but little by little you began to discover them and it made your heart melt more and more. At the Greene family farm things didn't change too much, even though he was focused on finding Sophia, every night when he came back from his patrols he always found a moment to look for you.

"What yer doin'?" he said to you the first day he found you alone outside the tent.

"I was talking to the girls, we wanted to thank the family for their hospitality." You told him and Daryl hummed nodding. "How did it go today?"

"As usual." He shrugged and held your wrist. "Come."

It wasn't a romantic invitation, there were no words of love or whispers of promises, it was just desire and need. Tucked into Daryl's tent the archer released his frustration and you allowed him to use your body as he needed at that moment, hushing your moans as your partners' tents were nearby. It wasn't the only night, but every morning you woke up alone, with a plate of food on the side, but alone. You still didn't care, Daryl managed to distract your mind from the shitty world you were in, you weren't going to impose rules you didn't need. He was looking for you and you were accepting what he was offering.

When Andrea shot him by mistake anger consumed you. She had been warned not to shoot, but she ignored everything, you were sure that day you could have killed her with your bare hands for daring to hurt Daryl, but you only broke her nose and maybe pulled out a lock of her hair. Between you and Carol you took care of Daryl, you never felt the woman as a threat, you were aware of the friendship that was forming between them, Carol had lost her family in a matter of days and Daryl seemed like the only one who really wanted Sophia back.

"Where are ya goin'?" he said to you that night as Carol took the tray of food away and you were about to leave as well.

"You need to rest."

"Stay, the bed is big enough for both of us." He said or rather whispered, as if he was embarrassed to ask you, but he didn't need to repeat it either.

Of course the mood and his attention to you changed dramatically when you found Sophia in that barn. His confidence crumbled, he verbally attacked Carol, tried to push you all away, but you knew he was just hurt, his effort had been for nothing. That night after he kicked Carol out of his camp, you went over to talk to him.

"What?" he barked at you as soon as he detected your presence, you shook your head and sat down by the fire. "I ain't wanna ya 're, get out." He said to you, but you didn't move. "Yer deaf? Do ya believe that...!"

"I don't think anything, I'm just here enjoying the fire."

"Ya can do that with the others."

"I know, but I don't want to."

"Why, who told ya I need ya here?"

"No one, and I don't think you need me here either, but I'd rather be, I just need to warm my hands and I'll go." You said and gave him a sidelong glance. Daryl chewed his lower lip nervously, he looked annoyed, but sighed sitting down too, giving up.

You remained silent for several minutes, you weren't sure how long, you watched the fire and felt the archer's gaze on you, examining you. Finally he seemed to give in.

"It wasn't my responsibility... sophia wasn't my daughter..." He says, anger oozing from his words. "It wasn't my obligation to find her, I didn't..." He falls silent with a frustrated sigh. "I failed... I promised Carol I would bring her back and I failed..."

"It's not your fault, Daryl, you shouldn't torture yourself. You did everything you could to bring Sophia back to her mother. You fought for them, you did more in a few days than Ed possibly did in his entire life." You comfort him and Daryl grimaces with his mouth. It's not enough but you know your words ease his tortured mind a little.

"She was just a kid..." He whispers and you reach over stroking his back.

"I know..."

Daryl came back for you when the farm was engulfed in flames. He came back for you on his motorcycle, at first you watched him ride away with Carol and you ran for your life, for a second you came to think you wouldn't make it out of there, but you heard the engine in the distance and your legs ran faster towards the road. When you were in a safe place, Daryl got off the bike, examining your body.

"Bites? Scratches?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

"Don't ever leave my side again." It almost sounded more like a plea than a command.

You two never put a name to what began to emerge between you, your feelings were changing too, you fell in love with him, with the way he cared for you, protected you without saying it, looked out for everyone, became the guardian of the group when Rick was not fit. You created a home in the prison, a place where you felt safe after a long time, with enough supplies and space for all of you to be comfortable. At first Daryl slept in the corridor of the cells, he refused to lock himself in a cage, as the days went by it was more and more difficult to take him out of your cell, out of your bed. Silently, unnoticed, you forged a bond, a strong relationship, where you both opened up to each other telling each other things from before the fall of the world, Daryl told you about his shitty childhood, his parents, how he had to survive many things alone, you told him about your own traumas and mistakes made, feeling better after being able to say it out loud, freeing yourselves from burdens of the past.

You never said 'I love you' but you would wake up hugging his chest, or with his arm around your waist, his fingers caressing your belly absentmindedly despite being asleep. Your gazes would connect and you would give each other discreet smiles charged with intense meaning.

Until the Governor arrived, and everything turned to chaos and destruction. The prison fell, you were forced to separate, each of you ran to one side to save your lives. You ran into the forest, dodging the Governor's men.

You were alone.

You tried to go back, you tried to look for your group, you called Daryl until you lost your voice, but nothing helped, it even felt like you were going in circles. You started wandering through the forest looking for help, for your companions, you didn't know how long you had been wandering alone, but you became aware of something that scared you more, if it was possible.

You were pregnant.

Panic set in, you were alone, with hardly any food or water, a baby was growing inside you, you didn't know where you were, you didn't know how to find your friends, Daryl. Every time you thought of the hunter the anguish grew greater. Had he noticed your condition? Maybe that's why he touched and caressed your belly so often, maybe that's why he kissed your belly after sex, but no, it couldn't be. Daryl wasn't one of those people who made the decision for both of us. Especially not something like this.

You doubted very much that Daryl wanted children. Not in the apocalypse, not ever.

Aaron found you when you were four months along. Even today you're not sure how you could wander so long alone, not meeting anyone you knew, but Georgia is huge and walking sometimes even goes in circles. The man was going with his partner, Eric, they came from a well organized community, with walls, with life, you couldn't believe it, even when you got there your eyes were amazed at what they were seeing. It really was a huge community, everyone had their lives, their assigned tasks, everyone was useful and everyone lived in peace. You ate well, you slept, a doctor examined you just to relieve your anguish, your baby was fine, despite your poor nutritional capacity, the fetus did not present any problems. You asked for Rick, for Daryl, for the group in general, but no one had seen them.

Despite living surrounded by the best comforts you could wish for in a long time, you were not happy, you were missing your companions, the father of your baby. You missed Daryl, you couldn't imagine how much. He had become such a part of you that it hurt just to think of what could have happened to them.

"I'll find them." Aaron promised you one day. "My duty is to find good people for our community and your group is extraordinary." He smiled and stroked your baby's tiny little hand. "I will bring Daryl back to you."

His promises gave you hope, though you never reproached him for failing at every attempt. It wasn't his obligation, it was possible they were far away from there, it was possible they had died trying to escape the Governor. There were many scenarios in your mind and the vast majority were not encouraging. It wasn't Aaron's fault and you knew it.

You wake up early that morning to the babbling of your child. You smile and walk over to his crib checking to make sure he is okay, he smiles animatedly waving his little arms in the air wanting to play. His intense blue eyes squeeze your heart. He is the spitting image of his father. Carefully you pick him up and sit on the edge of the bed to feed him, rocking him with infinite affection as you hum a soft song, you've never been good at it, but to your surprise it always soothed him.

"Aaron and Eric are back!" You hear in the street suddenly. "They're coming with more people!"

You tense momentarily and your little one protests in your arms. They've found more survivors, it's wonderful news, more people safe within those walls. Your heart flutters in your chest with happiness and with hope. Carefully you pick up the baby and put him back in the crib.

"Mommy now come back, be good." You ask, he stammers and waves his hands, but stays calm. You smile kissing his blond hair and hurry out of the house.

At a brisk pace you head towards the front door, you hear a lot of whispering. Apparently it's a large group, with women and some children, Eric is hurt, whatever happened, Aaron's husband has been hurt badly, although it doesn't seem serious. Before you reach the front door Aaron appears in your field of vision. For a second you panic as you weren't expecting it, but he has a huge smile plastered on his face, his eyes shine brightly and he hugs you so tightly that for a second you think you're going to suffocate to death.

"Aaron..."

"I found him." He says matter-of-factly and your heart stops.

When Aaron releases you your eyes fall on the group being discreetly surrounded by the people of Alexandria, giving them their space, but alert in case something unpleasant should happen. The first one you recognize is Rick, as always leading the group, his sheriff's clothes getting more battered every day but still having that respectful effect on the people, next to him is michonne who refuses to let go of his sword, Glenn and Maggie follow, Carl and Judith with the others. God, they've grown so much since you last saw them. But then you see him.

Daryl.

Closing the group, his crossbow in his hands, watching everything, making sure how many people are there, studying all the weak spots in the place, memorizing the possible ways out. His hair is much longer since the last time you saw each other in the prison, with his inseparable vest, his gesture is broken into a grimace of seriousness and sadness, you're not sure what he's been through, but it's clear he's still getting over it. Everyone has seen you, but no one moves, despite the desire you have to hug each other, they know they are not a priority. You advance a few steps and Daryl finally detects your presence.

It is a strange situation, you both feel as if everything around you suddenly stops. Your gazes meet and Daryl stops. He opens his eyes wide and you see him call out your name although no sound reaches your ears. It's as if he sees a ghost. You take another step forward, but you stop, fear gripping you. What if he's not happy to see you? What if he didn't mind losing you? What happens now? Your baby, how are you going to tell him that? What if he doesn't want to know? Now that you've found him, you don't want to lose him, but suddenly you feel so scared that you don't realize that Daryl has dropped his gun and is running straight for you. His body crashes into yours like a train, his strong arms wrap around your body and squeeze you against him, he lifts you off the ground a few inches to pull you back down, you feel him hug you so tightly that he's choking you too, but you don't care. You're on cloud nine. His smell, his warmth, his touch send you to another state, that mixture of forest, cigarettes and his own body odor makes you shiver and then you are aware of how much you wanted to see him.

And you cry.

You hug him as tightly as your trembling arms will allow, emotion and nervousness leaving you limp as your tears spill over your eyes uncontrollably. You feel him rocking you as he repeats your name over and over, as if he wants to make sure you are alive, that you are not an illusion. He breaks away from you to look at you and you discover that he too is letting silent tears flow. He rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes for a second. He himself is struggling with his own anxiety, his own despair, you caress his cheeks and kiss his lips. Daryl kisses you with the same intensity, holding you by the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. There is need and fear in every kiss you give each other, joy and hope, the nervousness that invades you both mixes with every caress you offer each other, you are both trembling, worried that when you open your eyes, it will all disappear. When you finally separate for air, your gazes mingle again, you smile and try to calm all the emotions that keep invading you, Daryl lowers his head for a second and you feel his hands ball into fists.

"I'm sorry... I couldn't find ya..." He whispers. "I thought I'd lost ya..."

"I'm here, Daryl, you didn't lose me...I'm here." You assure him by kissing and hugging him again.

The whole group joins your embrace now, after giving you time to meet again, they also want to be part of it, to know what happened to you. There is not much time to tell anything, Deanna immediately intervenes. There is a protocol in the community, everyone must go through a small interview where the woman will decide what to do with them and what position each of them will be able to occupy.

"Go with them." You tell Daryl who refuses to let go of you. "They are good people, trust me." You ask him and smile. "I have to go get..." You keep quiet because you don't know if it's the best time to tell him, but Daryl nods his head.

"Okay, I trust ya." He looks at you intensely and you kiss one more time before walking with the rest of the group to the main house.

You don't know what to do, you watch your little one rest in the crib, oblivious to all the doubts that come over you. Maybe it's too hasty, maybe it's not the best moment, you've just met again, but you can't hide it forever, Daryl has the right to know. You sigh and take the little one in your arms leaving your house to go and look for Daryl. Surely the group is still going on with Deanna's interviews, so you have time to think about what to say.

When you get there everyone is surprised to see you show up with a baby in your arms, but again they are not the ones to say anything, you look for Daryl and see him in Deanna's office, he is with the interview, but he clearly wants to get out of there as soon as possible. You smile and walk into the room. Daryl looks at you again and surprise comes over him. Ignoring the woman and the camera he approaches you again. He frowns slightly, the baby looks up at you with its huge eyes and seems nervous. You scan his face with your gaze, his blond hair, his blue eyes, he even has a small mole on his lip. He gets goose bumps and his heart races. He looks at you biting his lip, raises his hands nervously, but stops.

"His name is Bowie..." You say blushing. "I remembered your knife and thought... I don't know..." You shrug feeling stupid. "Y-you want to take him?"

"I-I'm dirty, I ain't wanna..." He tries to excuse himself, but when he moves his hands close to the baby, he raises his hand grabbing one of his fingers.

Silence falls over you, it's almost as if you find it hard to breathe. Bowie babbles and squeals in amusement trying to squeeze his father's finger in his little hand. Daryl's heart melts by the minute and finally he dares to take him in his arms, rocking him gently, tilting his head and kissing the soft tangle of hair on his head. A feeling of joy very similar to when he first held Judith floods him, but this time more intense, for this baby is his. It is his child.

"Ya went through all this by yerself...I'm sorry." He apologizes again as he becomes aware, you shake your head and try to control the tears again, but seeing Daryl with the baby in his arms, Bowie has recognized his father by instinct. It's getting to be too much for you.

"It wasn't your fault, Daryl and I wasn't alone...Aaron came out to get you every day..." You tell him and wipe away your tears. "I knew we'd eventually find each other again."

Daryl holds the baby with one hand against his chest, with the other he wraps his hand around your body and hugs you, the three of you stay melted like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence.

Even though there are things that still need to be clarified, that night you enjoy a welcome dinner, the whole group and the people of Alexandria, there is enough food and drink for everyone, there is joy, laughter, chilling anecdotes and at the same time relief to know that everything has gone well. It's a crowded party and you feel a bit overwhelmed, but you are grateful that they make the effort to stay and meet the people who have given you a home. They tell you what it was like to escape from prison, the loss of Tyreese, of Beth, how they found Father Gabriel, you hug and comfort Maggie as remembering her sister still hurts, you shed some tears too, for Beth was an innocent soul who didn't deserve to die so soon. They tell you how they found Abraham and his group and you thank them for helping them escape, even if it was based on Eugene's lies.

The party drags on, but you have to feed Bowie and put him to bed, it's too late for him. You look at Daryl and stroke his arm to get his attention.

"I'm going to take Bowie home, if you want later you can come over..."

"I'm coming with ya." He cuts you off and shakes his head. "C-can I take him back?" He asks you and you laugh low.

"Of course."

You walk in silence towards your house, Daryl carries the boy who is already uncomfortable, he's awake since very early and starts to get hungry, which makes him protest and cry in his father's arms, but Daryl doesn't panic, he rocks him and whispers softly against his ear wanting to calm him down.

"That's it, champ, we're home, now mommy will feed ya." He promises him in soft words and you smile tenderly.

You open the door to your house indicating to Daryl where the living room is, you both walk in and sit down on the couch, Daryl hands Bowie back to you and you unbutton your shirt so the baby can teat. Daryl is sitting next to you and his gaze is intense on you.

"I'd almost say I'm jealous..." He mumbles and a giggle escapes you.

"Daryl's a baby..."

"I know..." He whispers looking away to look at you and kiss you.

Daryl became a very physical person with you, from the first day he tasted your skin at the CDC he was drawn to your touch and taste, he wished he could touch you and have you whenever he could. Now, after all, he still feels the same, but it's not just a physical need, he has the urge not to let go of you, he's afraid to do so and that you might disappear again. He examines every move you make, your mute invitation to accompany him into the room when Bowie falls limp in his arms, he follows you silently and you both wish the baby who is already far away a good night.

Daryl looks at you and a new nervousness comes over you. You have changed. Your body has changed. Your dimensions and your skin are not the same after giving birth. You are afraid that Daryl will see you naked and not find you attractive. You try to pretend you are fine, but at the same time you put distance between you. You grab some clothes ready to change somewhere else.

"I'm going to get you some clothes to sleep in..." You try to excuse yourself, but as you pass by his side, Daryl grabs you and hugs you. His chest pressed against your back.

"Y'think I dunno what's goin' on? Y'think I haven't figured out what yer hiding from me?" he whispers soothingly in your ear and you shiver. You feel his hands caress your hips, move up to your belly, his fingers unbutton your shirt, one of his hands slips between your legs and squeezes your core. You gasp and close your eyes. "I showed ya my scars, I told ya my stories and ya never judged me..." He whispers in your ear. "Why are ya ashamed of yer body when it gave us something as perfect as Bowie?"

"Daryl..." You feel your eyes fill with tears again.

"I've missed ya..." He whispers again and you feel him kiss your neck.

It's not the words that make you give in, it's how he says them, there's a tinge of need, relief and hope in them that melts you and you let Daryl undress you, caress every corner of your skin, he runs his fingertips over all the stretch marks that have marked your body, your belly and wrinkled navel that makes you shudder wanting to stop him, but he breaks free following his path down your body to your chest, you hiss and he stops.

"Do they hurt?" he asks you brushing against the areolas of your nipples.

"Your son isn't very careful when he eats..." You joke and hear him laugh behind you.

"Like his father, then." You want to respond but his words are laden with such intense promise that it nips your words in the bud.

You can't say for sure what makes that moment special and different. Maybe it's the time you've been apart, maybe it's all the emotions you were holding back that are now finally coming to light, maybe it's your own need to have him with you, but everything becomes slower, more intense. Daryl's weight on you, the burning touch of his hands, the wetness of his mouth running over your skin, even when he loses himself between your legs and his tongue slips inside you feel like you're about to explode. You do your best to stifle your moans so as not to wake your son, but Daryl is also doing his best to make you lose your mind. Your bodies melt together, your insides welcome Daryl as if he had never left, you both move at the same time, your moans echo in the room along with your sighs of pleasure, your sweat mingles and your names escape each other's mouths as the climax hits you violently leaving you exhausted.

Still feeling the frantic beat of your heart you embrace Daryl's body who traps you in his arms and kisses the top of your head.

"I love you..." You confess for the first time since you started to have feelings for him.

"I love you too..." He replies and that surprises you.

Nevertheless you smile and kiss him before hugging him again. For the first time, maybe since before the world fell, you feel complete.

The End...

I hope you enjoyed it!!

See you in the next stories!!

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[strawberries-and-racing]

Hi. I have this idea and I wonder if you could write it for Charles.

You work for Ferrari and you have a good relationship with everyone there except Charles. You don't know why he ignores you most of the time and sometimes he is even rude to you. You did nothing to him for him to treat you that way and this situation upsets you because you love him (nobody knows about your feelings for him). So one day you decide to confront him and ask why he acts like that, if you did something to him for him to hate you and he shouts for everyone to listen that he doesn't hate you, in fact he love you. Carlos knew about his feelings and always encouraged Charles to tell you the truth.

Sorry for the long request. I'm not that good at summing up.

so good i love it❤❤❤ it's on the list💕

#f1 #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #prompts #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #fluff #fluff request #charles leclerc fanfics

[indigo-graves]

Let's get some calls on the request line!

I'm opening up requests for the BoB fandom! Just looking to do some one-shots over the long weekend and would love some ideas!

Feel free to send me your requests of content, characters, situations, anything!

#band of brothers #hbo war #joe liebgott #fan fiction #fanfic #BoB #fic requests #one shot requests #ao3 #fan fic #one shot #oneshot #smut request #fluff request #BoB Requests

[greenaway-torres]

Can you please please make a trans lesbian scenario. Doesn't even need it to be smut lmao (I would love it to be tho)

I am honored that you want me to write scenario!! As far as the smut part, there are a few things I need to ask to make sure you’re ok with them but for now this is a fluffy scenario. Hope you enjoy!!😊

You and your girlfriend were walking around the mall. She said she needed to update her wardrobe but seriously, she has more than enough as it is. At this rate you would need to move to a bigger place just for another closet. You tried to be stern with her but those puppy eyes….you couldn’t say no.

When you two came up to a store, she let go of your hand and immediately went inside. She was on a mission and had tunnel vision. Her hands went through the summer dresses and crop tops. You weren’t sure what she was looking for but like the dutiful (and somewhat golden retriever) girlfriend you were, you waited for her.

You loved the concentrated look on her face. How her lips pursed and her eyes became intense. Typically you would kiss between her eyebrows to remind her that she was furrowing them. But in this moment, you just watched as that energetic fire she had ignited inside her.

After about an hour, she came back to you with arms full of clothes. “You wanna try them on,” you asked her. She nodded and led you to the dressing room. You were getting ready to sit on one of the couches in there when she turned around and handed you a crop top and some shorts. “Try this on for me.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows but out of confusion. She gave you a smile, moving closer to you. “I know I have a lot of clothes in my closet-“

“A lot is an understatement.” The look she gave you made you hold back your laugh. “Sorry.”

“Either way, I’ve seen how you looked at them. I don’t think it’s your style. So, me being the fashionable woman I am, I’m going to update your wardrobe.”

She pushed you into one of the fitting rooms, making sure you locked the door. Giving in, you did and tried on the clothes. They were your size but not really what you were into. When you came out, she came to you, that concentration written on her face. “What do you think?”

“I-“ Your words caught in your thought. One look from her gave you instructions not to lie. “Its nice, but I don’t think it’s me.”

She nodded, stepping back a bit. She went to the pile of clothes and pulled out the next item. “Try this one next.”

“Are you…upset?” She looked at you in your eyes this time, the concentration replaced by love and a little bit of concern. “Baby, this is for you. We are trying to find your style. If this isn’t it, then it’s not. We can always find new clothes. But don’t say yes to make me happy. Ok?”

You nodded, going back into the room. By the end of it, you had a few dresses in your hand and oversized tees. Each of them made you feel beautiful and you smiled to yourself remembering how she looked at you when she knew you had on an item you liked. Your cheeks became warm.

At the checkout, your girlfriend pulled out her card and smiled up at you. “This is my treat. I want my girl to look and feel beautiful.” As you two walked out, she wrapped her arm around yours and leaned her head against it.

“Next stop, makeup.”

#x reader #lesbian imagine #lesbian fluff #trans woman #trans lesbian #x reader fluff #x y/n fluff #x you fluff #request #fluff request #i take requests #request are open

[coffeecat1983]

Link/Kohga Fluff one-shot yet again!

For @piratewinzer who was gracious enough to provide the idea and the horse names :D

It was a warm afternoon at Dueling Peaks stable. Two figures were a little way from the stable, standing near a white and grey dappled horse. One placed something in the other's hand and smiled. "Just hold your hand out, palm flat, just like that." Link instructed.

"Bird won't bite, I promise. She's a real softy." He guided Kohga's hand with the apple up and out, and the horse snorted softly before nibbling. Link could see the tension leave Kohga as the horse nuzzled his palm. "See? Now you can pet her." "Never was around animals much, and definitely not horses," Kohga said, gently petting her. "Some knew how to ride, but I never learned. The wild ones in the desert were so dangerous to even get near." Link took his free hand and gave it a squeeze. "How about we fix that? Want to try?" Kohga hesitated only a moment. "Yeah." A little later he was up on Bird, his crutch slung across his back in the same fashion as a sword. Link was beside him on a chestnut horse, and he showed him how to hold the reins. "Then you just lightly tap her side with your heel, like this." He let out a soft call and tap, and Firefoot walked forward. Kohga followed suit and tensed slightly as Bird walked ahead. Link pulled up beside him and smiled. "Not bad, right?" "Feels a little strange, like floating." "Wait til you're comfortable enough to get her in a gallop, you'll love it. Let's head out towards the ruins, it's a smooth ride around them and the view is great!" Following Link closely and matching his pace, Kohga got Bird into a trot and the pair headed out amongst the ruins. Once there, Kohga carefully pulled the reins to coax her back to a walk. Link meanwhile urged Firefoot to go faster. "Keep her in a trot and soon you could be doing this!" he called as he sped by. Firefoot darted nimbly around the old stones. Feeling a little jealous, Kohga urged Bird into a trot and soon he was weaving around the ruins as well. "See? You got it!" Link called out with a laugh. "Let's try a straight run!" He aimed back for the path and took off. Kohga took off after him, a laugh of pure joy escaping him as he caught up. "Link, this feels like flying!" "Told you!" They turned and went out into the open grass, neither hearing the gooey shlorp over the sound of their laughter. A small blue chu popped up, startling Bird. She bucked and Kohga half slid, half fell off. Link went flying by and leaping off Firefoot, slammed his sword into the pesky monster, making it burst. He ran over to Kohga. "Are you okay?!" The other grinned up at him. "Side's killing me, but that was fun. Just, gimme a second here." Link sprawled out beside him, his arm draping over Kohga's chest. "What other crazy thing are you gonna get me to do?" Kohga groaned. Link leaned in and kissed him. "Oh, I have a few ideas." he purred.

#fanfic #fluff #fluff request #totk link #link/kohga #master kohga #horse riding #one shot #lgbtq

[moechies]

imagine best friend yuuji asking you to teach him how to eat pussy

“y-yuuji! you can’t jus’ lick me like that!”

“why not? how can i know how to do it if i don’t try it out?”

the blush on your face becomes more evident, your hand on his forehead as an attempt to push him away.

“fuc- fine, just- you have to listen okay? don’t lick me randomly!”

he nods his head, smiling out an “mhm!” with his face laid on your propped up thigh. fuck, you hate to admit it, but seeing such an innocent man, your best friend between your thighs took a bigger toll on you than you would’ve thought. you can’t exactly tell if your churning stomach is from the pleasure that he has brought upon you, or the possibility that you may have feelings for your best friend.

you reach down with two fingers to your cunt, pressing on your sensitive bud,

“h-here, this is the clit. pay a-attention to it.. because ‘s really s-sensitive, ‘nd it feels good..”

he stares down so intently, it makes you feel nervous.

“mkay!”

is all he says with a stupid grin, and before you have a chance to move your fingers, you feel his tongue pressed against your clit. he begins to circle the bud, lightly sucking it. he feels your body shiver, eliciting a gasp from you at the same time?

“s so sweet.. you’re so sweet..”

he doesn’t stop when he speaks. instead, he continues to lap at your cunt, his face evidently beginning to get wet from the mix of your slick and his saliva.

“y-yuuji! s-slow down..! ‘m gon-gonna cum too quick if you keep going..!”

but no, he doesn’t slow down, and he doesn’t stop. instead you feel his tongue slip into your cunt, sneakily bringing his hand up to your clit rubbing it softly.

“yuuji m c-cummin’!”

fuck he’s in heaven. he perks his head up from your cunt, his grinding on the surface of your bed begins to slow. he pants with a smile on his face, using the back of his hand to wipe some of your spilt cum off his face, just to lick it back up.

he loves your fucked out face, you’re so cute. you’re panting just as hard as him, hands planted on both sides of yourself to hold yourself steady after your orgasm.

“did i do goo-“

“y-yuuji! this isn’t your first time!”

you lightly backhand his head back and forth, causing his head to twist left and right a couple times before he catches your hand with his,

“of course it is!”

“no it not!”

“yes it is!”

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[novelbear]

"i take it back, i'm sorry"- reactions to making someone cry

prompt list by @novelbear | cw for some very slight cursing!

"are you crying?"

"no, don't do that wait-"

"oh, stop with the tears.."

"i didn't mean it like that, hold on."

"was it something i said?"

"shit, no, that's not what i meant."

"oh, honey."

"there you go, let it out."

"suck it up."

"this was supposed to make you happy!"

"aw, don't cry sweetheart..."

[giving them a panicked hug] "no, no, no, no!"

"i should have stopped, i'm sorry..."

"what? what now?"

"you're so emotional. it's cute."

"good. now you know what it's like."

"how can i make this up to you?"

"i didn't mean to make you upset, you know."

"oh come on, it was a joke!"

"you always do this. making me look like the bad guy."

"my poor baby, i'm so sorry."

"did i scare you? sweetheart..."

"i mean i knew you'd like the gift but not this much..."

"ice cream? a movie? hugs? what do you want? name anything."

"why do you act like you're the only one with feelings? how do you think i feel?"

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #otp #fluff prompts #romance prompts #angst prompts #angst #dialogue list #dialogue prompts #request

[supercutszns]

Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky. 

This year, there were two. 

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls. 

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love. 

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day. 

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen. 

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility. 

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him. 

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away. 

“You alright there, sunshine?” 

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile. 

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.  

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you. 

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes. 

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls. 

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does. 

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him. 

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice. 

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you. 

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer. 

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun. 

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt. 

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh. 

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on. 

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear. 

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.” 

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is. 

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink. 

You haven’t talked to him since. 

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too. 

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale. 

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you. 

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next. 

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek. 

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin. 

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?” 

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both. 

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers. 

He will not. Stop. Looking at you. 

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there. 

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way. 

Luke, calling your name. 

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him. 

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear. 

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks. 

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.” 

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it. 

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!” 

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm. 

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly. 

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.” 

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty. 

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in. 

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth. 

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

#perrie’s fics #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #perrie's requests #pjo #pjo x reader #pjo fic #luke castellan fic #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan fluff #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #heroes of olympus #percy jackson

[writings-by-fairy]

Spaghetti and Meatball(s)

Fandom: American Housewife

Pairing(s): Oliver Otto x Cooper Bradford

Words: 3,531

Rating: E

Warnings: none

Summary: Oliver wants to surprise Cooper...what could go wrong?

Requested by: anonymous

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Wednesday, April 18, 8:32AM

The subway cart was packed full, Oliver’s lanky frame was being folded into each other as more and more businessmen boarded the sub. He hugged his bookbag tight against himself. Their large frames taking over Oliver’s personal space which was seemingly nonexistent. That was the one thing he missed about Westport: the space….and the quiet…and how people actually cared…lack of traffic…okay, maybe he misses Westport more than he likes to admit.

“59th Street, Columbus Circle,” the automated subway system rang out. Oliver started pushing his way to the exit, but his attempts were unsuccessful: no one was budging as there was nowhere to go. He just sighed and prayed to the New York City rats that enough people would move.

As the train slowed to a stop, everyone swayed forward and stumbled when it came to a stuttering stop. When he heard the door woosh open and the muttering of the crowd pick up, he tried to go forward but was pushed to the side and everyone rushed in and out. All he could do was watch with despair as the subway door closed and started moving forward: he was late to his internship…again.

Fuck.

The whole way to the next stop, Oliver cursed himself and his choices. As much as he loved the city, it was a survival game. Cooper and him both found schools they love in New York City: Oliver graduated a semester early last December and Cooper was working his way to the top of the culinary world. It was a huge change for both of them, but they faced it together. Cooper’s dad paid for their studio apartment tucked away so that helped relieve so much but as they both started making their own money, they started to pay for half the rent. As much as they loved having their apartment paid for, they wanted to be fully independent. Four years later, everything was still okay.

The subway train sputtered out the next stop and Oliver was ready. This time he pushed forcefully to the door ignoring the grunts and hateful comments. Once the door opened again, he jumped out and ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath once he reached the street and looked around, okay he was not that far from his job.

Oliver set a fast pace weaving in and out of the crowd. As he walked, he saw a bare alleyway that gave him a clear view of his workplace. There was a few dumpsters that littered the pathway but he decided to take his chances; he was ready to fight anyone after the day he has had already. He puffed out his chest and held his breath as he started his journey through.

His confident stride slowed at every little sound: a bird chirping, trash falling, wind blowing an empty beer can. Suddenly, a fallen trashcan rolled out on the street right up to Oliver. “What the…” Oliver said slowly walking to the opening, his heart beating out his chest, he was not as tough as he thought. He squinted his eyes into the trashcan and saw something furry?

“A dog?” Oliver questioned out loud making the animal snap their head up. Oliver started to see features: the dog was scruffy looking, mainly white with light brown (almost ginger) spots placed randomly. If he had to make an educated guess, he would say Jack Russell Oliver expected the dog to become territorial over their food but when the dog saw him, they started wagging their tail and smiling. This caused Oliver to immediately relax.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing out here?” Oliver chuckled when the dog stood up and placed its paws on Olivers leg. He squatted down slowly trying so hard not to scare the dog. “Oh my gosh, aren’t you the cutest?” Oliver exclaimed, cute aggression coming out but that was quickly replaced with sadness.

Oliver couldn’t help the negative thoughts plaguing his mind: was this little dog abandoned? Was it born into this? Was it hurt? Was it scared of thunderstorms? Tears pricked Oliver’s eyes and the dog tilted its head and started licking Oliver’s hand. His heart shattered: here is this dog with so much bad in their life yet they are comforting Oliver.

Cooper.

This dog reminded him of Cooper! Cooper was on his own trying to figure it out, Cooper kissed the back of Oliver’s hand, Cooper would always comfort Oliver even though he had a bad day. Oliver needed to bring this dog home and have Cooper fall in love with the dog. It was perfect! Oliver even though the dog kind of looked like Cooper, the spots were almost identical match to Cooper’s hair. The soft, optimistic eyes they both shared melted Oliver’s heart.

Lately, Cooper had been asking Oliver all these questions about getting a pet, so Oliver figured that Cooper wanted a pet. Despite Oliver telling Cooper that he prefers cats, this dog was perfect. More negative thoughts creeped in, what if this was someone’s dog who ran away or got lost. Oliver examined the dog for a collar or anything to hint towards an owner.

“Do you want to come home with me?” The dog wagged its tail as if it was responding. “Oh, you do?” Oliver chuckled and picked up the dog despite every alarm of cleanliness rang. His dress shirt and pants could be washed, He pulled out his phone with his other hand and called in to work today and looked for the nearest vet to check on the dog.

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Wednesday, April 18, 6:39AM

Today was the day Cooper was surprising Oliver with a cat. He had been asking Oliver questions for the past month, he tried to convince Oliver that they were just curiosity questions: do you want a cat? Which kind? How many? Okay, Cooper admits it is suspicious plus he found that he was not smooth at all with surprises. He was so bad; Oliver was starting to ask if Cooper wanted a pet. The idea of getting Oliver a cat arose when he noticed Oliver started sending him more and more cat videos and then ‘if I had a cat, I would do this! Oh, if I had a cat, I would treat her so right!”

Cooper quickly caught on that Oliver wanted a cat, Oliver tried to deny the allegations but would light up anytime they talked about owning a cat. Through conversations and questioning, Cooper knew that Oliver wanted a girl, black cat, not a kitten. How fitting, Cooper thought.

Cooper spent countless hours researching and calling and looking for the perfect cat. There was multiple nights he would pretend to fall asleep until Oliver did then stayed up researching. He not only was looking for a cat but also the best brands, toys, catnip, litter, anything about how to properly care for a cat.

Cooper had found Meatball on the local shelter page last week and immediately messaged them. He visited a few times and finally signed the papers after he was cleared. Meatball was a black cat with brown eyes, just like Oliver. When he visited Meatball for the first time, the cat was playing alone and seemed uninterested in Cooper. As Cooper talked to the owner, the cat snuck up to Cooper and was smelling him timidly.

Cooper acted like he didn’t notice as to not scare the cat which seemed to work as Meatball started tangling between Cooper’s legs. They played for over an hour though Cooper decided the second he saw the cat that he was getting her. He filled out the paperwork and waited for the okay. Oliver noticed Cooper’s excitement that day but didn’t question it too much.

“What…what are you doing up?” Oliver questioned sleepily from the island counter as he rubbed his eyes. “Why are you making breakfast at…6:45am? Come back to bed.” Oliver whined, he was dressed only in Cooper’s loose boxers.

“Because mi amor, I love you and wanted to make you breakfast before you start the day.” Cooper told Oliver like it was obvious. “Now, go get ready!” Cooper shooed him out as he finished the food. He set the island up as a buffet and placed some decorations to make it seem more formal, he asked the Alexa to play 50’s romantic melodies. Such a sap.

Oliver finally came to the kitchen twenty minute later just as Cooper set the last plate down; chocolate chip pancakes. Oliver tried to keep up his tough boy persona, but a bashful blush spread across his face.

“You are such a sap,” Oliver muttered before walking up to Cooper. “Oh my gosh, you still have this!” Oliver laughed as he traced the apron that said ‘Kiss the chef’ Cooper was wearing. Katie had got Cooper the apron as a going away gift.

“Well, I think you should listen to the apron.”

Oliver smirked wrapping his arms around Cooper’s shoulders and pulled them tight for a kiss. The two sat down and ate together in comfortable silence, the music danced around them providing a comforting atmosphere.

“Okay, I have my internship until noon then I have meetings where I just sit there and look pretty then I have to fill the paperwork from the meeting then I will be home probably around 5,” Oliver ran over his plans again hurriedly, maybe he got distracted by his beautiful boyfriend and his beautiful lips. “I have to go, Coop! I am going to miss the train!”

Cooper watched as Oliver ran out the door. He cleaned up the kitchen and got ready to leave. ID? Check. Money for Meatball? Check. Little travel cage for Meatball? Check. Best boyfriend ever? Check! He ran out the door and to his car in the parking lot. He cringed as he saw how busy the streets were.

The car roared to life and Cooper started his drive to the shelter. He got there swiftly despite the New York City traffic. Luckily, Cooper was heading the opposite direction of most the traffic. The shelter staff happily greeted Cooper, he didn’t know who was more excited about the adoption: him or staff or Meatball. As soon as Meatball saw Cooper again, she meowed loudly.

Cooper thanked the staff and let them say their teary good-byes to Meatball. “Hi Meatball! I’m your new dad.” He smiled at Meatball who was visibly and understandably nervous. “Okay, we have to go pick up food for me and you. I am surprising my boyfriend with, well, you tonight.” Cooper explained though he knew Meatball wouldn’t understand. Though, Meatball actually seemed to calm a bit and started batting the little mouse toy.

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Wednesday, April 18, 9:42AM

“What?” Oliver bluntly asked.

“Look, I am sorry kid. Protocol, you can drop off the dog and come back at 3 when we are done.”

“But it is only 9am!” Oliver whined, the dog looked up at him and whined, sensing Oliver’s stress. “Okay, fine, put us down.”

“Okay, just go ahead and fill this out and we will call you when we are ready for you!” The receptionist smiled and handed Oliver a clip board. There was only one question that truly stumped him: name of pet. What does he put? Does the dog already have a name? Should Oliver name the dog or should Cooper? Is the dog a boy or girl?!

Oliver sighed and wrote down ‘Doggy’ in the name of pet section, that will work for now. He cringed at himself for writing Doggy instead of Dog but he can’t change it now. “Alright, Doggy, I promise I will be back.” He felt a pang of anxiety when the door shut behind him, will Doggy be okay? What if Doggy already had a home??? Oliver doesn’t think he could handle that, he had already decided that he was going to shop for Doggy while he waited. He decided that Doggy was coming home with him one way or another.

He walked downtown until he saw some pet boutique, perfect. He spent over two hours there talking to the owner who also has a Jack Russell. He told Oliver pretty much everything he needed to know; he even gave the kid a discount. Oliver was overwhelmed with joy; he didn’t realize how lost he was in owning a dog. Honestly, neither he or Cooper ever owned a pet: Bradford’s and Otto’s were not big on pets.

Oliver checked Cooper’s location and saw he was on some random road, maybe he was on his way to his culinary internship; senior year had been very busy for them. He decided he was going to pick up dog food (the store owner gave him a list to choose from, all varying in price) and hide everything in the apartment. He reasoned that if everything was already in the apartment, Cooper could not say no.

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Wednesday, April 18, 10:53PM

Cooper’s car powered down and he grabbed Meatball’s cage. There was no way that he have Meatball live like this right now. He looked around for a solution and found one of Oliver’s purses (satchel. Satchel Oliver reminds him every time), it could work. He took Meatball out while explaining the plan, Meatball sat happily in the bag.

Cooper browsed up and down the isles as Meatball sat patiently in the satchel. Luckily the carts had a place for children to sit which allowed Cooper to pet the cat as he shopped. He eventually found cat food that rated number one on at least 17 websites, he was hoping for 20 but 17 works. He also bought everything he might need: harness, leash, toys, catnip, food for months, treats, shampoo and conditioner, even little cat posters to maybe help her feel more welcome.

He noted the total; he had no idea owning a cat would be so much work and money, but it was all worth it. He couldn’t stop imagining Oliver’s face when he surprises Oliver. “Now Meatball,” Cooper started as he finished putting the rest of the bags in the car. “We are going to my favorite grocery store and we are going to get ingredients to make Oliver’s favorite dish…” A realization washed over him and he started laughing, Meatball just looked at him confused.

“Oh my gosh! His favorite meal is spaghetti and meatballs…and your name is Meatball! This is great!” Cooper couldn’t stop giggling to himself, how perfect is this working out! He finished his shopping list among a few other little things, and packed the car tight. He saw he had a message from Oliver saying his was going to be back around 4:30pm instead.

“Let’s go, Meatball.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 2:55PM

Oliver raced to the vet after he hid everything in the apartment, he prayed Cooper would not dig too much at the pile of dirty laundry in the closet. “And you are here for…Doggy?” the receptionist checked. “One moment please!” They shuffled to the back and returned with an eager Doggy. It seemed Doggy made a good impression as everyone gave a bittersweet good-bye.

“Okay, here is your special boy.” They handed Oliver the leash. “So, the vet found no signs of a chip and we checked all missing dog reports, not a single match. Looks like Doggy is yours!” Oliver didn’t even realize he was holding his breath, this was amazing!

“O-okay!” Oliver kneeled and ruffled Doggy’s fur, he was still in shock that Doggy was actually his.

“We did give him some of the basic vaccines and a much-needed bath, so he is all caught up and ready to love and play.” Oliver couldn’t help but smile even harder. “Oh! We did find that Doggy responds to Spaghetti.” Doggy even peaked up at the word expectedly.

“Spaghetti,” Oliver said with awe. He thanked everyone and even made a yearly check-up appointment. “Let’s go home, spaghetti.”

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Wednesday, April 18, 3:20PM

“Oop, looks liked your mommy is going to be home sooner than we thought!” Cooper exclaimed, they had got home 30 minutes ago, and Cooper had set up everything. He had ordered a cat tree a few days ago and it came today thankfully. He set the small cat jungle in their living room next to a window in case Meatball just wanted to look around.

Cooper set up the flowers he bought in a jar along with a card on the counter hidden from the entrance, he truly wanted to surprise Oliver. He started on the spaghetti and meatballs with some indie song playing in the background, the soft melodies filled the apartment. Meatball seemed to find herself at home quickly, she became obsessed with one of Oliver’s shirts and had pulled it in the cat house.

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Wednesday, April 18 4:19PM

“Okay, so make sure to give him your best puppy eyes,” Spaghetti looked up at Oliver from his spot on the floor. As soon as they left the vet, Oliver put Spaghetti’s new harness and clipped it on his new leash. Oliver immediately snapped a photo, Spaghetti looked so cute in his new gear. “Perfect! Here goes nothing.”

He shoved his key in the door and heard hurried shuffling inside, “Hey…Coop. So uhm,” The two made their way inside slowly, luckily their apartment was covered in rugs, so Spaghetti’s nails didn’t clack against the hardwood. Once he rounded the end of the hallway into the kitchen he froze, oh shit.

“Wha…Coop…you…a cat!” Oliver started to cry, he felt so overwhelmed in a good way. Cooper stood there with his mouth dropped to the ground, what?

“Ollie, who is that?” Cooper laughed as he pointed to the dog who was just panting with joy.

“Oh uhm,” Oliver sniffed and wiped his eyes roughly. “So, this is Spaghetti…” He told Cooper everything: how he found spaghetti, the vet, what is in the closet, how they are never getting rid of him.

“Wow, sounds like you had quiet the day,” Cooper spoke in a high pitched voice to the dog, cat still in hand. “Well, this is Meatball…” It was Cooper’s turn to tell Oliver how he had been planning this for months and everything him and Meatball did today. As Cooper talked, Meatball reached for Oliver. Oliver’s heart swelled with overwhelming love for this little cat he just met, he took Meatball into his arms. Meatball immediately relaxed and started playing with one of Oliver’s buttons.

Cooper turned and pulled Oliver to face him before kissing him deeply and softly. “Thank you, Coop. I love Meatball.” Oliver smiled at Cooper; he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. They introduced Spaghetti and Meatball to each other which went perfectly, they sniffed each other until Meatball kissed Spaghetti. Cooper and Oliver just watched them interact, even snapping a few photos.

Cooper pulled away to Oliver’s confusion and knelt down, “Oliver Otto, you are perfect in every way. You are so selfless, willing to help anyone or anything.” Cooper nodded to Spaghetti. “You are the most hardworking person I have ever met, once you have a goal, you are finishing that goal. I wake up every day so inspired by you just being you. You, Oliver Otto, have granted me the best gift of all: enjoying life.”

“Cooper,” Oliver was already crying.

“I not only want to enjoy the rest of my life with you but I want to experience life with you: the happy, the sad, the angry, the hurt, all of it. So will you, Oliver Otto, marry me?”

“Of course, Cooper!” Oliver exclaimed, pulling Cooper up to hug him. They held each other with so much joy vibrating between the two of them, they have never felt more connected. “This is the best day ever.”

“And to top off the night, I have made your favorite…” Cooper busted out laughing, the couldn’t believe it.

“What?”

“I made spaghetti and meatballs, and our animals’ names are Spaghetti and Meatball!” Cooper exclaimed from the floor where he had to kneel because he was laughing so hard. Oliver joined him once he realized all the joy they felt today coming out as laughter. They spent the rest of the night just talking about their day over and over again; they could not get over how wonderful their life was.

Cooper had prepared Oliver an over-the-top bath with bubbles, candles, wine, music, even chocolate cover strawberries from Oliver’s favorite café. They shared the bath together before finally going to bed. They curled up with each other and two new members joined them. They fit together like they were a puzzle: Oliver curled up on Cooper’s chest, Cooper’s one arm wrapped around Oliver and the other Spaghetti who was curled up, and Meatball on Cooper’s chest where Oliver caressed her until they both fell asleep.

Wednesday, April 18, a day to remember for the new Bradford-Otto family.

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I am on AO3 as the same username if you want to check out my other works. This is on there :P Requests are open so please message me

XOXO Fairy

PS there was MINIMAL editing so if there are loopholes or grammar errors, let me know!

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[dumplingsjinson]

List of established relationship prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “heey! i love your prompts and i was wondering if you could write fluff/romantic prompts about a long lasting/established relationship” 

“So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

“You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” 

“You always know the exact temperature I like my baths at.” 

“It’s weird that you know me better than I know myself.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” “Oh love, I really wish you weren’t always so vulgar when expressing your affections.”

“So… I heard from the grapevine that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” “Stupid, you hear that from me every day.” 

“Tell me how you fell in love with me.” “…I literally told you that again yesterday—” “I don’t care, I wanna hear it again. Plus, I like hearing you speak.”

Picking up little quirks from each other over the years. 

“My love, why don’t you just use the whole closet instead of three quarters of it?” 

What’s Character A’s is also Character B’s, and vice versa. Sharing isn’t caring, sharing is the norm. 

#writing prompts #prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #writing scenarios #request #established relationship prompts #fluff prompts #romantic prompts

[littlegodzilla]

Hello!! I'm here again!!

Sorry for taking me so long but I'm writing pretty slow these days, sorry, but I loved your idea and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!!

Enjoy!!

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Breathless Part 2.

Daryl Dixon x Singer!Reader.

Requested by: @ravendixon

Warnings: none.

Words: 3044.

Summary: You and Daryl keep teasting the waters but none of you say nothing clear.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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It's been a long day, since he's been out on the road with Rick in that infernal car, with that music that only the former sheriff likes, then they've found that huge truck full of supplies, even the refreshments Denise has ordered for Tara, but then there was him.

Daryl grunts looking at the bearded guy they have unconscious in front of them. Because of him they've been late getting back to Alexandria, they've lost all their supplies and to top it off he's had to run after him to cut him down.

"It's been an intense day..." Rick comments, coming out of the makeshift dungeon. Daryl hums, following him. "Are we going out again tomorrow?"

"'f course."

The archer bids farewell to his friend to calmly make his way home, Rick has guard duty that night, so he won't see him again until the wee hours of the morning. He picks up his pace a little without wanting to be aware that he's doing it, one of the reasons he's upset about being late, it's you. He doesn't want to come home to find you're already asleep, they're out early today and he hasn't seen you all day. He chews his lip hard as he realizes his own thoughts and how fast his heart is beating.

From inside the house he can hear the soft melody of your guitar, far from being appeased, his heart beats faster, you are still awake, despite how late it is, you are still there. He smiles and opens the door as calmly as he can, he tries to hide the urgency he feels wanting to peek into the living room, only to discover you sitting there, cross-legged, your guitar on your lap. The music stops as you hear the door open and you smile broadly to see him leaning against the door frame, looking at you.

"Sorry." He apologizes when you stop playing. You shake your head as you hum.

"I was waiting for you."

"It's pretty late, ain't y'think?" He folds his arms, walking toward you.

"Sorry, daddy." You joke and he stops, grimacing.

"Ain't call me that, it creeps me out." Your laughter grows louder and you look at him apologetically, setting the guitar aside and making room for him. "Wow, ya can do without it, I thought ya and yer guitar were always stuck together." He jokes sitting down next to you and takes off his crossbow to set it aside, too.

"Wow, if you can be without it, I thought you and your crossbow were always stuck together." You reply in his exact words and you both chuckle.

"Smart."

"You know that's what you like most about me." You continue to tease him, but you see the curve of his lips vibrate nervously, and he clears his throat.

"Yeah, sure." He snorts, rolling his eyes.

"How did the patrol go? I heard you guys brought someone with you..." You change the subject as he looks uncomfortable.

"Yeah, some guy, Jesus or somethin'... showed up out of nowhere, we lost our supplies 'cause of him." He grunts in annoyance and you smile a little.

"Because of him, he attacked you guys?"

"Not exactly, he wanted the truck too... we would have shared it, but... it got messy."

"Is he a bad guy?"

"He's a jerk... but no, I dunno he's a bad guy." You reluctantly agree and laugh. "How was yer day?"

"As usual, standing guard, getting to know all this a little better..." You enumerate and then you remember. "Oh, I have great news!" You tell him with a huge smile and he looks at you curiously. "Maggie and Glenn are going to have a baby."

"Really?"

"Yes, Maggie told me this morning." You smile excitedly, Daryl is still surprised, but finally feels a warm feeling in his chest.

"They're gonna be great parents."

"No doubt...Hershel would be happy." You smile again and sigh. "Beth would always have the baby in her arms, she'd never leave it." You joke and you both laugh.

A small silence forms between you, it hurts to think of everyone left behind, especially when there is good news, Daryl slowly lets the air out of his nose and you wave your hands nervously.

"Have you ever thought about it?" You say after a while without saying anything, Daryl looks at you hesitantly. "You know... settling here..." He told you not long ago about Aiden, he said he looked at you like he'd never seen a pretty girl, but what about himself? There are new women to meet there, maybe closer to his age than yourself, maybe closer to his tastes, stronger, more determined, what if he decides to stay with one of them?

"In Alexandria?" he chews his lip and shrugs. "Dunno, ya guys are my family, I know why Rick wants this to work, the kids deserve to grow up in a safe place, to be protected, but... I dunno if this is for me... I feel caged, more so than when we were in prison." He confesses and you look at him in surprise, however, you understand what he means. "And ya? " He looks sideways at you biting his thumbnail. "Aiden... Deanna's son... Is he still lookin' at ya like an idiot?" he mumbles unaware of his own jealousy and a chuckle escapes you.

"No, I think you scared him."

"Me? I didn't do anythin'..."

"No, but that's enough growling and looking at him with that face." You joke again

"With what face?" he growls scowling and makes you laugh again.

"With that one." You scoff and get Daryl to give you a little nudge with his elbow.

Quiet settles in between the two of you, you love moments like this, side by side, no need to say anything. Daryl settles in next to you and you pick up the guitar again, letting out a few chords feeling Daryl smile next to you.

"I have no interest in the Monroe brothers, I deserve better." You say staring at him.

"Somethin' better?"

"Yes, someone much better." You smile without looking away from him.

Daryl swallows hard, you're not even blinking, he's not fast at these things, but he can totally understand your stare right now. He feels the blush rise in his cheeks and he clears his throat, sitting up.

"I-I brought ya somethin'." He changes the subject quickly as he reaches into his vest and pulls out a CD.

"Wow." You say in surprise, not expecting it.

You recognize the music group, you have to admit you listened to them a lot when the world was something else, they had always had something special that you liked. You look at Daryl without understanding how he could know, you didn't remember you ever telling him about them, maybe Beth told him something, or he heard you guys talking about them.

"Track 13." He tells you without letting you thank him for the gesture.

You smile broadly because you know Daryl wants to show you something, tell you something. You leave the CD on the table and then go in search of the small music player you found in that house the first few days you arrived in Alexandria. You place it on the table to put the CD inside, you adjust your voice enough so you both can hear the music, Carol has been sleeping for a while and you don't want to wake her up.

What moon songs

Do you sing your babies?

What sunshine do you bring?

Who belongs

Who decides who's crazy

Who rights wrongs where others cling?

The music floods the place little by little, surrounding you with its melody, with its pleasant sensation, making your hair stand on end. You recognize the song, it was one of your favorites, you wonder if Daryl knows it or it was a coincidence.

I'll sing for you

If you want me to

I'll give to you

And it's a chance I'll have to take

And it's a chance I'll have to break

I go along

Just because I'm lazy

I go along to be with you

You look at him again, discovering that Daryl hasn't taken his eyes off you. You smile shyly, he responds by settling down on the couch, gesturing to you as he opens his arms, as a clear invitation. Your heart leaps in your chest, your hands tremble with nervousness, you would love to sit on his lap and snuggle against his chest, to have his arms around you and the warmth of his body cradle you to sleep, but you know that maybe that will be a limit that Daryl won't cross.

And those moon songs

That you sing your babies

Will be the songs to see you through

I'll hear your song

If you want me to

I'll sing along

And it's a chance I'll have to take

And it's a chance I'll have to break

Still you accept his invitation, what he's willing to give you. You walk over to him, take off your shoes and sit down next to him, lie down and snuggle next to him, feet on the couch, feel his arm come down to wrap around your shoulders, his fingers brush and touch your arm, tickling you softly. You smile and close your eyes, letting the music rock you both. Without being fully conscious you start humming the song, Daryl remains silent, but you feel his embrace tighten.

I'm in love with you

I'm in love with you

I'm in love with you, and you

I'm in love with you

So in love

I'm in love with you

With you.

The song ends, the music stops, you only hear the soft hum of the CD that has finished, you remain embraced, against each other, your head resting on his chest, his fingers slowly running down your arm, his cheek against your hair. Neither seems to dare to speak, but neither dares to move.

"Sorry, I dun care what the song says, but I'm ain't singin'." Daryl then says making you laugh softly. You don't need him to say anything, the song has spoken for you.

"Close your eyes." You ask separating from his embrace only to stare at him.

Daryl seems to hesitate for a moment, but obeys your command by closing his eyes slowly, a challenging smile plastered on his mouth that makes you bite your lip. That's when he feels it, your body leaning into him, your lips brushing his cheek, soft, careful not to startle him, yet Daryl startles breaking the contact between you, looking at you confused.

"I've always felt your kisses..." You confess to him, watching his cheeks redden. You reach up and stroke the beard hair on his chin. "They tickled me and woke me up...a little."

"Sorry..."

"You always do it when I'm asleep...why?"

He stares at you, you can see perfectly in his gaze how his brain is searching for an answer, maybe something he himself has been wondering for a while, but never knew how to answer, or didn't want to. You wait patiently, pressuring Daryl Dixon to talk is never a good idea. Finally he shrugs and shakes his head, humming.

"Dunno, I guess I ain't wanted to upset ya, I didn't want ya to think I was a weirdo or a pervert." He finishes confessing and you smile.

"I never would have thought that... and I wouldn't have minded if you had done it while I was awake..." You assure him still smiling.

You can see her nervousness increase and you mentally curse yourself as you may have stretched more than you should have. You want to apologize, but before you can do anything, Daryl leans into you, your body tenses for a second, you feel the stubble on his cheek tickle against yours before his lips press against your skin. Your breathing freezes, but Daryl's heart is racing. You feel him slowly pull away, you turn your head to look at him and your lips brush against each other from the closeness, neither of you move, neither of you say anything, you stay like that, next to each other, your nervous breaths crashing against each other. Nothing happens, Daryl clears his throat and settles himself nicely on the couch, looking around for an exit.

"Should sleep, it's late already." He advises you.

You'd like to scream in frustration, to tell him he's an idiot, to get angry, but all you get out is a tired sigh. Daryl is stubborn, but so are you, so you decide to give him his space. For the moment.

"Good night, Daryl." You say to him getting up from the couch, grabbing your guitar and walking out.

"Night..." He whispers back, still feeling his heart racing.

**

Daryl hasn't been able to sleep too much that night, he's not going to deny it, his mind hasn't stopped working all night, robbing him of what little sleep he had. He feels tired and dull in the head, but today they have a mission and he can't let the team down.

After Jesus has escaped from his imprisonment, he has had a little chat with Rick and the others, he has told them about Hilltop, the people who live there, the organization they have and that they would like to collaborate with them. They are wary, but Rick has agreed to go and meet his people, the man who keeps them safe. They are all getting their things ready when do Abraham walks up to Daryl, tapping him on the arm to get his attention.

"Since when did those two...?" he asks pointing to Rick and Michonne.

Daryl frowns. It's true that it was something that surprised you all, showing up at the house and discovering them only covered with their sheets was awkward to say the least, but on the other hand Daryl understands, Michonne is a great companion, she has taken care of the group since she arrived at the prison, she has been a support for Rick and has always taken care of Carl and Judith, the bond that has formed between them is strong and Daryl is happy for his brother.

"Dunno, but they seem fine." He says not really knowing what the redhead wants to hear, he sees him smile under his mustache and wiggles his eyebrows once more, Daryl follows her gaze discovering you a little further away, talking to Maggie, touching her belly.

"What about you and our sunshine?" Daryl senses a mocking hint in her voice, but the word 'our' manages to make his stomach latch.

You aren't their, you aren't his... you belong to no one.

However he manages to restrain himself, biting his lip, shakes his body, and shakes his head.

"We haven't had much time since we got here, but she's already got dogs sniffing around her feet..." He tries to sound relaxed, but snaps at the end of the sentence, getting an amused look from his comrade.

"Yeah, and that bothers you, it bothers you that they're around your girl."

"She ain't my girl, and it doesn't bother me, she's old enough to fend for herself..." He averts his gaze because he himself doesn't believe the words he just said to Abraham.

"Sure..." He laughs under his ginger mustache and puts his arm around Daryl's shoulders. The archer tenses at the contact. "Your mouth says 'no' but I'm sure if they get too close, you think differently." He jokes, and before Daryl can defend himself, Abraham has followed the rest of the group.

The trip to Hilltop is interesting, they have fields, cattle, they're well structured, they know how to fight, they go out looking for people, they know what's out there, their leader is an all-around asshole, but Rick is already planning for Maggie to curry favor with him to keep the communities together somehow.

On the drive home, you're all in the trailer, Abraham draws Daryl's attention back to you, you haven't separated from Maggie, together with Rosita you're looking at the ultrasound she's had at Hilltop, the baby is doing well, growing smoothly and the couple are excited and happy. That makes you wonder again at Abraham's words, he hadn't thought about settling down, he talked it over with you last night, much less has he thought about you together, as a couple, a house just for you in Alexandria, forming your own family, forgetting about the dangers of the outside world. His gaze sweeps over you and goosebumps rise on his skin.

Glenn next to him shows you the sonogram of your baby, Daryl looks at it, he can't make out much, but he knows it's something important to his friend and smiles warmly, Abraham leans towards him.

"You really don't think about it with her?" he whispers close to his ear, just for Daryl to hear.

************

Arriving in Alexandria takes longer than you expected, it's in the evening when the caravan enters the massive gates and you all get off with a wince of exhaustion and pain. You yawn stretching as you exit the vehicle, Daryl watches you with a half smile.

"Come on, it's late, I'll walk ya home." He offers and you smile.

On the way to your and Carol's house, you talk about the day you've spent out, what it's been like traveling there, meeting new people who are making great efforts to survive. You look excited even though you yawned several times on the way home.

"Let's go to sleep."

"What about you?" you look at him rubbing your eyes.

"Nah, I still gotta some things to do." Daryl shakes his head.

"No way, if you're not going to sleep, neither am I."

"Don't be stubborn..."

"Oh yes, yes I am. I'm not going to let you lie around half asleep and have something happen to you."

"Ain't a child."

"Really?" You look at him raising your eyebrows, crossing your arms.

"Fine, whatever ya say, I'll sleep with ya." He relents and then realizes what he's said when he sees the huge grin on your face. "Y'know what I mean..."

You laugh softly and open the door to the house, but don't move from there until Daryl comes in too and you close the door, he gestures with his hands pointing to the stairs.

"Upstairs. Come on."

"Yes, sir." You joke and you hear him snort as you two climb the stairs.

"Shut up, don't make me get serious."

********

The End.

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[callofdutysimpsstuff]

ghost would love having a housewife-

being able to love you is enough for him, and yet he still gets to come home to home cooked meals? and a cute decorated house? that man is folding.

he’d open the door and spot you in the kitchen, your hair falling perfectly around your face, aroma of the dish making the whole house smell good. he doesn’t say a word just rushes over to you and pulls you into a deep kiss.

it still takes you by surprise even though his reaction is a regular occurrence. you’ve just never met anyone as passionate as him.

ghost who is obsessed with calling you his wife, most of all in bed.

“yeah, love? that feel good? is my pretty little wife gonna cum?”

“what does my wife need, hm? need me to make you numb like last time? yeah, that’s what i thought.”

you try to respond, but you’re squeezed around him so tight, anything that leaves your mouth us incomprehensible.

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

_______

Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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[patrophthia]

Hello! Could I request tom being soft and clingy. Thank you and Your stories are awesome!

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magic word | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff, slight jealousy, humor, established relationships, OOC tom

Contrary to popular belief Tom Riddle loves physical touch —only if he’s the one insisting it of course. And, especially when he’s just tiniest bit jealous. 

“Tom?” You ask, feeling him lazily wrap himself over you tighter. “I need to use the bathroom.” 

“No you don’t,” he murmur, tone annoyed. 

“Yes I do,” you tell him, watching as he kept his eyes on the book in his hand. “I need to go.” 

“You wouldn’t be needing to go if you were with Creevey,” he snickers, not releasing his grip on you. 

You bite back a laugh at his words. “This again?”

Two days back, Creevey had made the mistake of asking you out on a date with Tom just a few feet behind him. And though the two of you weren’t exactly public about your relationship, most of Hogswart knew to not try anything on either of you. 

Poor Creevey who build up the courage to finally ask you out after five (or was it six?) months of fancying you, only to be flat out rejected not by you, but by your boyfriend.

Who —for the first time ever— kissed you in front of everyone before turning to ask him, quite charmingly you might add. “Did you need something, Creevey?” 

You could only hope that he’s handling his heartbreak well. Because, your boyfriend was taking it worse than him (probably) by clinging onto you and bringing him up any possible chance. 

“Whether I’m with you or Creevey, I’ll still need to pee,” you sigh, “It’s human nature.” 

“So you admire you’ve thought about being with, Creevey.” Tom eyes Nagini, their eyes meeting with a sly understanding. “Is he going to be a problem?” 

“What are you going to do? Hurt him?” It’s quiet, Tom’s eyes meeting you as if he was asking whether you were testing him. “If you hurt him, I’ll bite you.” 

“And if I liked to be bitten?” 

You huff, squirming under his arms. “I’ll fight you.” 

He moves away from you slightly, long limbs still wrapped around your frame. “I can take you.” 

“Please,” you huff again, this time pouting as you try to ease him off of you but to no avail. “I really have to go, Tom.” 

His arm loosens its grip on you, still tight enough to cage you into his chest. “Say the magic word.” 

“Please?”

“You’re so close, my love,” he tells you, shaking his head as he prompted you on, “try again.” 

“I love you?”

A low chuckle vibrates from his chest. “I love you too,” he says, “but no, how about adding something to your first try?” 

“Please, my love?”A firm head shake, dark hair flailing against your pillow. 

“Please, baby?”

You learn then that even the head boy likes to be babied from time to time, pressing a quick kiss before releasing you from his arms and legs. You shuffle out of bed, yelling back at him. “Since when did you like being called baby?” 

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