#so sick of having to wake up so God damned early

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Not-So Formal Introduction

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (talks of sex but no explicit smut here, just a lil awkward situation fluff here)

word count: 1.7k

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It had been one blissful month of seeing him, your carpenter-turned-maybe-boyfriend? Joel Miller. He was a walking dream with his brown waves, gentle eyes, winning smile, and that damn accent that only seemed to work for him. On top of his obvious physical beauty, there was also a beauty from within that drew you in. He was so tender with you, treating you as though you were a prize when all you’d ever been treated like before him was a piece of meat. And while he wasn’t perfect—he liked to snore and had a bad habit of showing up late—he was damn near close to it.

Though things were going beyond well, you still had yet to stay the night at Joel’s place, his 13-year old daughter Sarah at the forefront of both of your minds as you began to get more and more serious. Joel wanted to ease her into it little by little rather than all at once and you couldn’t have agreed more with the approach. Bur last night, the two of you finally took the plunge when Joel invited you over for dinner and a “sleepover” since Sarah was off at her grandparent’s house for the night.

As expected, you practically ran over, Joel’s smile greeting you at the door. He showed you around, made you feel comfortable, and cooked you a surprisingly decent meal before pounding you into his mattress until the early hours of the morning.

Which brings you to the present, your limbs tangled in his sheets, his warm body sprawled out beside you. You smiled as you woke up to his snoring, your fingertips desperate to reach out and trace the lines on his forehead as he slept with a scowl he wore for everybody but you and Sarah. You resisted the urge to wake him, deciding it would be more romantic to wake him up with breakfast in bed. Sneaking out of the bedroom in just your underwear and the white, practically see-through tank top you’d worn to sleep, you tiptoed your way downstairs with a smile, determined to impress him with your romantic gesture, until—

“Dad, you forgot to buy eggs again!” Sarah called out into the house before nearly running into you as you rounded the corner to the kitchen, both of you wide-eyed as you wrapped your head around the other’s unexpected presence. “Woah. You’re definitely not my dad.”

“No, I’m…I’m—“ Suddenly, your grasp on the english language disappeared completely, leaving you standing there barely clothed and shocked to the point of stupidity.

“Your dad finally awake?” A man you recognized from pictures as Joel’s younger brother, Tommy, walked in from the garage, his feet squeaking to a halt on the tile floor when he saw you. “Oh—my God. You, uh, must be my brother’s…girlfriend? Or a robber? I’m not sure which one is more unbelievable.”

“Not a robber. And we haven’t…officially—“

“Thought you weren’t gonna be home until this evenin’,” Joel’s groggy rasp surprised you as he stomped his way down the stairs in a pair of sweats, his t-shirt being squeezed on as he walked.

“Uncle Tommy stopped by Grandma’s and I just caught a ride with him,” Sarah filled her father in as you snuck off back to his bedroom, the embarrassment you were filled with making you sick in the stomach.

After a few minutes of inaudible chatter, Joel’s heavy footsteps climbed back up the stairs and found you curled up in bed with a look of mortification and dead on. He chuckled as he shut the door, shrugging his shoulders as he crawled on top of the blanket you were attempting to hide away in forever, his broadness caging you in as he laid on top of you.

“Well,” he chuckled again, his chin resting on your chest. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“I’m sorry, I feel so bad,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I just wanted to make you breakfast and impress you and instead I scarred your daughter for life.”

“You didn’t scar her,” he laughed and peeled away your hands so he could see your face. “Sure, it ain’t how we wanted it to go, but it wasn’t too bad.”

“I was in a thong, Joel.” Joel’s eyebrows raised and he tried to sneak a peek beneath the blanket, earning a swat to his hand. “I’m serious! It was embarrassing.”

“I assure you Sarah’s seen worse from back when Tommy used to live with us, and if it’s him you’re worried about, he had nothin’ but good things to say about you,” Joel finished with a cheeky smile, earning an eye roll.

“Oh, I bet,” you chuckled. “And Sarah? Beyond me being half-naked, are you sure she’s okay? I mean she went from knowing nothing about me—“

“Who said she knew nothin’ about you?” Joel asked as he moved to cuddle you from behind, his chin tucking in the nook of your neck.

“You told her about me?” you asked with a growing grin. Joel nodded and moved to place his lips against your pulse. “Like what?”

“Like I met a someone I really like,” he smiled against your skin. “And someone I think would fit in just fine with us.”

“Yeah?” You turned in his arms, facing him. Your finger traced his grin as he nodded before leaning in to peck your lips.

“So baby, you got nothin’ to worry about,” he nuzzled his nose against yours until you were giggling. “But maybe we should get you a robe or somethin’.”

“I could just put on pants,” you suggested and Joel reacted as though it was blasphemy, gasping and leaning back to look at you seriously. “Pants and a turtleneck sounds good I think. Maybe even throw a chastity belt on if I’m feeling saucy.”

“You’re breakin’ my heart, baby.” You giggled as he rolled you onto your back and pinned you with his weight as he began to tickle and poke at your side until you were breathless from laughter.

When Joel finally let you breathe and climbed off of you, you beat the desire to stay in bed all day and quickly got dressed so that you could formally meet Tommy and Sarah. You gave Joel a nervous smile as he opened his bedroom door and gestured for you to lead the way, an amused look on his face as he watched you slowly creep down the stairs in front of him.

“They don’t bite,” he husked in a whisper as you stood frozen just around the corner to the kitchen and dining room. “Need me to hold your hand?” he taunted playfully with a smug grin, earning an eye roll and chuckle.

“No,” you affectionately swatted his hand away as he held it out for you and rounded the corner with a breath of confidence. Two sets of eyes immediately found yours as you walked into the dining room, your smile growing more and more nervous the longer they remained silent and staring. “Hi,” you waved timidly as you introduced yourself by name, “It’s nice to finally meet you both after hearing about you for so long.”

“All good things, I hope,” Sarah replied, a small but friendly smile appearing on her face. Her eyes followed Joel as he passed behind you and placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast on the placemat in front of you before seating himself beside you.

“No, I told her all the bad shit and that really sold her,” Joel snarked and Sarah instantly mocked him but he got her back by stealing a piece of bacon from her plate.

“They do this often,” Tommy warned with a smile. “I just try to stay out of it and eat my food before they start pinchin’ at it.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t pinch at your food,” Joel leaned over to whisper to you as Sarah and Tommy entered into their own back and forth. “Might pinch at somethin’ else, though.”

You turned to him with a playfully mortified glare and he grinned as he resumed his meal.

“So,” Tommy cleared his throat. “How was last night?”

“Ew,” Sarah gagged while you felt your cheeks heat, your eyes turning to Joel’s to watch as he fought a smile that was no doubt brought on by memories of the all-night romp you shared, eventually settling on a tight lipped glare.

“Tommy, I swear to god,” he loosely warned, the tips of his ears turning red as the embarrassment seemed to finally dawn on him.

“Well, I think I’ll go to the library and try to not throw up,” Sarah chuckled and stood up with her plate, but paused to look at you. “It was really nice meeting you. You clearly make my dad happy, and if he likes you, I like you too.”

You turned to Joel with a soft smile, finding him already watching you from over the lip of his mug, a smile of his own on.

“I’ll drop you off at the library so these two can get it out of their system,” Tommy stood up and announced as Sarah grabbed her backpack from the ground.

“Get what out of their system?” she asked innocently as they made their way out of the house and into the garage. You and Joel snickered as you overheard Tommy stuttering out a response faintly in the distance.

“That went well,” Joel beamed at you, reaching over to pull your chair closer to his. “I guess you’re one of us now.”

“I guess so,” you grinned, pinching his chin as he leaned in to kiss you sweetly. When he pulled away and looked into your eyes, you felt overwhelmed with love for the man in front of you, your lips already forming the letters of those three precious words for the first time before you could even think to stop it. “I love you.”

“Huh?” He almost choked on his sip of coffee, his fist pounding firmly against his chest a couple times as he cleared his throat.

“I love you, Joel. I love you, and it’s okay if you’re not there yet, but I am and I just had to let you hear it—that I’m in love with you.”

Joel’s eyes turned soft and both of his hands reached for you, calling you into his lap. He scooted back enough to give you room to sit before his hands found your face.

“Baby, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now—probably since I laid eyes on you,” he chuckled and so did you, but then he grew earnest, shaking his head as his eyes darted across your features. “I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you,” you whispered the sentiment one more time to really drill it in as you leaned in to kiss him, his hands falling to your waist. “Mm, we should take this upstairs before I get caught half-naked twice today.”

“Good idea.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fluff #joel miller #joel miller reader insert #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #tlou joel #tlou fanfiction #tlou fic #tlou #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us

[celinajuarezswife]

COMFORT IN SICKNESS

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sick!Reader

Summary: Reader is sick but doesn't wanna bother nat

Word count: 336

Warnings: Fluff

You go to check the medicine cabinet you had in the hallway and you were out of cough drops. Suddenly you feel Nat hug you from behind. You screeched in fear not realizing it was her. You turn around and sigh. 'Oh my god Nat' you never understand how she was so damn sneaky. Nat giggles, 'What are you looking for baby?' Nat asks with her dorky smile. ‘Uhm nothing just looking for Tylenol, my back hurts a bit’ you say, it was a stupid lie but the best you could come up with.

Nat raises her eyebrow and looks at you with speculation ‘Ibuprofen is better for back pain’ She grabs the ibuprofen bottle and hands it to you. ‘There baby’ she says smiling. ‘Thank you.’ you say blushing.

It's a few hours later and you feel even worse. Your whole body was in pain. Nat was currently working on her paperwork at the compound. You stand up to go get something to eat and the world starts spinning around and you feel your body weaken. Next thing you know your body feels weightless and your vision goes dark. You wake up in Nat's arms. ‘There you go baby’ she says holding you. You look around, confused. ‘What happened’ you ask. ‘You passed out’ Nat says. ‘Yeah no shit Sherlock I mean like why are you home?’ you ask rolling your eyes playfully. ‘I got done early’ Nat says with her signature smirk. You look at her and scoff and she giggles

‘So I'm guessing you don’t feel well?’ Nat asks a little concerned. ‘Not at all. Haven't all day’ you say, still a little dizzy. Nat sighs, a little annoyed but overall concerned, ‘Baby, you should have told me’. You look at her, feeling guilty ‘I know. I just didn't wanna make you upset’. ‘I’d never be upset with you over this.’

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson fluff #natasha romanoff fanfic #scarlett johansson fanfiction #fanfic #story #mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #black widow #black widow fanfiction #fanfiction #fluff

[star-girl69]

just thinking about mama y/n spoiling her children ack cooking their favorite food, spending time with them, and making sure theyre all loved and seen 🥹

My Heart Never Knows

i’m just gonna use this ask for more of these headacannons and also jake and neytiri’s reaction

warnings: swearing

first of all

jake and neytiri are just so happy

like they knew that their kids liked you but they were terrified that wouldn’t transfer over and they wouldn’t like you as their mother

but other than that they’re just so happy

like waking up in the mornings to see tuk had a nightmare and is just sleeping soundly on your chest

tuk calling for you when she’s hurt to do the trick to take away the pain

jake tried to do it once

“it didn’t work daddy. MAMA HELP ME”

lo’ak just literally being your baby

jake and neytiri always so huh????

“MAMA I DIDNT DO ANYTHING”

“it’s ok baby i believe you i love you lo’ak”

“HE LITERALLY THREW A ROCK AT SOMEONE????”

“my baby… my baby….”

jake and neytiri are just so done

they are also so sick of the scoldings

“lo’ak and neteyam are your kids, not your soldiers”

*jake’s brain exploding*

“you two are so dumb why did i ever mate with you”

“babe no omg 🥺”

kiri being like “thank god there’s finally someone in this house w a few brain cells”

also jake and neytiri watching in fear as tuk has a tantrum

you not even noticing and just calling her from inside

“ok mama! i’m coming!”

jake and neytiri are so grateful

so confused

but so grateful

also getting annoyed when you spoil your babies

“all i did was unground lo’ak…”

“HES NEVER GONNA LEARN?”

“my precious baby is so smart he doesn’t need to learn anything else…”

or like

“y/n did you let tuk have dessert early”

“yes”

“y/n nO”

also neteyam just randomly having one of those days where a million bad things happen on top of one another

cries to you and you hold him bc obviously 🥺

the next day mysteriously his favorite breakfast is on the table… 😧 and his favorite dinner… 😧

jake and neytiri once walking in on lo’ak with his head in your lap and you singing to him

“huh…”

“i’m giving him the affection you never did.”

“DAMN WE’RE SORRY 😭”

basically everyone loves each other but they all just have a soft spot for their mama

and no matter how annoyed jake and neytiri get they never get mad and they wouldn’t trade this for the world

#jake x neytiri #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

[kirishimasbabygirl]

The Ring

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A/N: Hey Guys!!!! Sorry this is so late, I've been super sick since Christmas and i just now been able to finish this.

Here's Pt.1

TW. Yelling, Swearing, and my usual angst

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As you walk towards his office, your heels softly click on the tile floor. You'd have to be deaf and blind not to see or hear what people are saying, the office goers whispering behind folders and sharing knowing glances. The news of your partner's affair broke that same morning he came in; he thought he was so fucking brilliant, had everything planned out, and how he was going to get away with it. Well, little did he fucking know that the paparazzi were following their every damn move. The paparazzi took pictures of them at that club, him driving her hold, her pulling him into her house, him grinning the whole time, him leaving early that morning. His PR team is scrambling, begging you not to speak to news outlets and gossip blogs, reaching out to you once they have a script.

You glance at his secretary, who gives you a pitiful smile before nodding for you to go in. You push open the frosted glass door, finding his office lights out, blinds closed, the office phone off the hook, his face on his desk, shoulders shaking. "Bakugo?" you gently brush your knuckles on the door frame; he doesn't pick his head up. "I told you extras not to fucking bother me." You shut the door quietly behind you and sat on the leather chair in front of his desk. "I thought you might've wanted to talk about what you did, " you spoke softly, bearly over a whisper.

His head shoots up at a neck break speed, startling you; he breathes your name as he scrambles out of his seat and rounds his desk. "Oh!" is all you can say as he throws himself at your feet in a deep bow, forehead pressed to the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm so so so so sorry," he mumbles, his fingernails digging into the carpet under him. 'Now what?' you thought to yourself; you would come in here, degrade him, demand an explanation, then dump him, but seeing him like this? Groveling at your feet, it broke your heart even more.

"Bakugo," you spoke, reaching down to touch his shoulder "NO!" He looks up at you, eyes bloodshot from heavy crying, still full of tears, face red and blotchy, and swollen lips "Please don't call me that, please!" You pause for a moment, considering it, before caressing a hand on his face. "Bakugo." "Oh god, no, please!" He sobs, pressing his face into your hand, scared you might pull it away. "We need to talk."

He nods slowly, sitting up on his knees; he wipes his face with the back of his hand before shakingly standing up. "Yeah…yeah, we do" He leans on his desk for support. The two of you sat silently, unsure of what to say. "I feel -" "I know that-" You both stop and stare at each other; you throw your hand over your mouth as you begin to laugh, and he smiles and chuckles himself. "God, I'm still bad at this." "You've always been bad at this." Your laughter slowly subsides as the reality of your situation dawns on the two of you again. Right.

"I…" He starts, eyes refusing to look at you as he plays with his hands, tracing the scars. "I think- I know," He corrects himself "That we…Can move on from this." "Move on?" You question, folding your arms across your chest and leaning back in the chair. "Move on how?" "I mean," he clears his throat. "I mean, I want us to do whatever we can do to stay together."

You throw one leg over the other, tilting your head to the side, sneering at him. "And how would we do that?" He pushes himself off the desk, falling to his knees in front of you, grabbing your hands. "I would do anything. Therapy, I'll do it, I was stupid, and I have no excuse for what I did." His voice cracks as his red eyes well up with tears "I-I want to wake up next to you every morning without any regrets; I want to hold you without any reservations, I…" He pauses, lips quivering "I bought a ring two months ago." You snatch your hands away from him, wide-eyed "What?"

He stands, moving behind his desk, opening the middle drawer, and pulling out a small velvet box, pushing it across the desk towards you. You look at him, then the box, then back at him, silently asking him if this was some sick joke. "My…My mom went with me to pick it out; the two of you were the same ring size, so…" He trails off. You reach for it; the fabric tickles your fingertips as you open it. You gasped; it was a beautiful golden ring wrapped around a blue sapphire and a red ruby. "I remember how you'd compare us to that stupid gem show you watched back in high school."

Your heart tumps against your chest. Why? Why now? After all these years, why did it take him putting his deck in someone else to make him decide? Tears stream down your face; you slam the box shut and chuck it at his chest.

"How DARE you?!" he fumbles to catch the box, and you scream at him. "It took you fucking someone else to want to marry me!?" His eyes widen as he clutches it to his chest. "No! No, no, no, no, no, I - no, That's not what I'm trying to do!" He rakes his hand through his hair. "I-I'm trying to say that I love you! And I fucked up. I fucked up, baby, But I want to fix it." He looks at you with pleading eyes "You don't have to forgive me, but please, let me try to fix it."

You sat there quietly, going over your options in your head. "Therapy." You finally spoke; you wiped your eyes with the back of your sleeve. "Therapy, we'll see if we can make this work." He grins. "I will." You nod. "I'll see you at home."

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Tag List: @samkysnks

#Cheater!Bakugo #bnha #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #Cheater!Katsuki #kay writes #x reader angst #katsuki bakugo angst

[kpop---scenarios]

Cravings (1)

Pairing: Vampire! Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Warning: Violence, Language, etc

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: This is a revised and edited version of the Cravings series with Hongjoong. I hope you enjoy!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad, calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, looking over bills again and again, running the numbers, hoping to god that you'll come up with a different number the next time. A number that doesn't make you want to rip your hair out and claw the face of your useless boyfriend.

“Hey, woman.” He yells a little louder, as your head is in your hands, squeezing your eyes shut trying to think of a payment you can skip this month because at this rate, you don't know how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything.

You worked too damn hard all day, to have barely anything to show for it.

Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. It wasn't like you weren't stressed before, but it was easier to control your finances then. But now, the price of everything has gone up and now your bills have doubled since he decided to stay. He also has not contributed anything financially towards the household, and it's not like you haven't asked him too. You spent months since he's been living with you, begging and pleading for him to help you pay for something, anything. And he always told you,

“On my next check, babe.” but that never came, and you went back to begging.

You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner.

Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He was constantly going out with his 'boys', often coming home absolutely obliterated, and expecting you fuck him as soon as he got in the door. He told you that it was your duty as his girlfriend. It was almost as though he was offended you weren't attracted to his lack of contributing, while also acting like a man child.

Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console. When he got home from work, he went straight for it, and spent his time yelling and talking to his friends, while leaving you no time to play any games that you like. Well, that is, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to get on it, but by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day when he got off early, or just called in sick to work, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so by the time you actually went to bed, you were already exhausted for the next day.

A part of you started to wonder why you were even in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, you weren't sure. But you felt like you were stuck with him, because for some reason, you thought you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, the stuff that I have to pay to keep a roof over our heads, power to play your fucking games, food in the fridge. You know, the shit you said you'd help pay for and I haven't seen a dime?”

"Yeah, that's great babe, good job.” He says, unpausing his game, glancing between you and the screen. “Can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, giving you a half smile, before calling his friend a jackass.

You swore you could feel the rage building up inside of you even more, and it was coming up quick. You could barely hold it in anymore. How uncaring could one person be?

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm, emphasizing on the word pay.

"What?" He cackles. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid the other day." You say through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists, your voice becoming increasingly louder.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game. You could hear it in his voice, he was beginning to get mad at you. At you!

"That sounds like a fucking you problem! Why is it always on me to pay for everything? It's not my problem because you're not financially stable, Chad. Grow up, you're fucking 35 for christ sakes!" You scream.

You can't even look at him right now. You turn around, stomping to the kitchen. You grab your purse and slip on your shoes before heading back into the living room. Before you're in his view you hear him talking to his friends through the headset.

"Yeah.” he chuckles. She went and got her shoes on and grabbed her purse." He continues. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad?” You say, mocking his name. “I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, you can get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going out, with my goddamn money. So you can pack your shit and get out." You spit, heading for the door so you can storm out of the house. “Fuck you.” you finish, giving him the middle finger and slamming the door behind you.

You wandered down the street, a light rain falling down from the sky. You always loved the smell of rain, and the look of it. Everything was so beautiful at night, especially in the rain. You took a random turn, wanting to get lost in the city, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes. continuing to walk, you finally found the place you were looking for, but also weren't. You didn't have a specific place in mind that you'd wanted to go to, but when you saw this one you wanted, no needed to go inside.

Pushing open the door, the lights so dim that the place is almost dark. Had it not been for the red lights hanging above the tables, or the string of red lights that wrapped around the ceiling, you wouldn't have been able to see anything. Your eyes dart around the room as you walk further in, taking in the people and the room. A soft beat vibrates through the building, the smooth melody flows through your ears. Your stomach twisted as you made your way to the bar, you felt as though all eyes were on you. It felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you preferred it instead of being around Chad's shitty mentality.

You slid onto one of the empty bar stools and set your purse in your lap, opening it up. You were digging through your purse when you heard someone clearing their throat in front of you. It startled you, you looked up to see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your entire life.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

It takes you a moment to answer. "Um, double vodka and cran please.” You say, clearing your throat. “And for the love of god, please keep them coming." You beg.

The slightest smile appears on his lips, as he makes your drink, and it disappears even quicker as he finishes it up.

"Bad day?" He asks, sliding your drink towards you. He smartly begins making you another, as you chug your first down in 2 large gulps. You slide the glass back towards him and laugh.

"More like a bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your second drink towards you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands.

“Bartenders are great listeners.” He says, as he waits for you to speak. You gaze into his eyes, they are mesmerizing, they make you feel safe and secure, and like you could tell him anything. You felt like you'd known him for longer than the few minutes you'd been there.

"What's your name?" You ask, you're unable to tear your eyes away from his.

"Baekhyun." He replies. "And yours?" He asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

"Alright Y/N, what's so bad about this relationship of yours?" He asks, sliding your third drink towards you before taking the empty cup of your second.

"My boyfriend.” You begin. “If he is even my boyfriend anymore, I may have told him to get out as I stormed out tonight.” You giggle, taking a sip of your drink. “We've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something else, and not the good something else like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it.” You sigh. “He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. He's always out with them. Oh! On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask, giving Baekhyun a smile. “I bet you can't guess.”

"His boys?" He asks.

"You sir, are correct!” You yell. “ I was ignored the entire evening.” You begin to explain. “Oh wait, except when we got there and he asked if I even did anything to my hair.” You say, trying not to laugh but you fail. “and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, for everyone! And, the kicker, I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, he just expects me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then?” Baekhyun asks you. “He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, or makes you happy, so why do you stay?" He wonders. It's not the first time you have been asked that.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him, changing the topic. “Like a full cheese smile?”

"No." He deadpans. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know. It's been like a year, and I've sort of just gone through the motions of the year.” You shrug, sipping more of your drink. You're feeling it now and you're going to get a lot more open. “I just dont think I can do any better than him."

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

“I've seen the dating pool out there, Baekhyun. Last I checked, good ol’ Chad is my best option.” You laugh.

He doesn't. He continues to stare at you until your smile fades from your face, your eyes still connected with his. You feel like you can't breathe, all this electricity is flowing through your body.

**

From the second Baekhyun had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. His mate. He intensely watched the door, his jaw clenching as he waited for you to walk through the door.

As soon as he saw you, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again. The ice cold blood that ran through his veins could have turned warm just at the sight of you.

You were beautiful, a vision.

He had always been told that when he found his mate he would know. He was never sure if it was true or if it was an old tale but having been alive for over a century, he had thought it was false, he had never felt this with any other woman he had been with or around. And now he knew why, because all his life he had been waiting for you. You were the person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for. He would fight until the death, walk to the ends of the earth for you.

And he didn't know what to do.

You had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, that maybe he wasn't meant to live for eternity alone. That was, until, you had mentioned that filthy, worthless human you called a boyfriend. How could you stay with someone who treated you like absolute garbage? Didn't you know how special you were?

Baekhyun’s body filled with rage when he heard you had thought that nobody better was out there, that no one could love you the way you were meant to be loved.

You were dead fucking wrong.

Your one, he was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you fiercely, with everything he had. And would do anything to protect you.

Anything.

**

"I appreciate your advice.” You sigh, finishing your drink. You look at your watch, surprisingly it reads 12:45am. ”It's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You groan. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

“No, no.” You semi slur. “I drank, like a lot. Let me pay or tip your fine ass.” You giggle. Drunk you didn't give a fuck.

Baekhyun looks at you, a smile almost crossing his lips. “Next time, drinks are on you.” He says.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool, one foot buckling under your weight. “whoops.” You begin to laugh as you stand up, the entire bar is spinning around you.

"You okay?" He asks, watching you stumble away.

“I'm good. I'm good.” You slur, making it outside. The cool air sobered you up a little bit, well enough for you to hail a cab to get a ride back home.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Baekhyun off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in, hours ago.

"Oh, babe." He says, sucking the Taki dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You didn't have the energy tonight to ask him why he was still here. You just wanted to go to bed. You changed into your PJ’s, brushed the smell of liquor from your mouth and flopped into your bed.

That night you dreamt of one man, who was not your man.

**

The next morning you woke up early and severely hungover. You quickly called your boss, explaining that you must have caught the flu in the night and that you would not be in. Luckily you had a few paid sick days left to use up so you wouldn't be missing out on any money.

As you crawled out of bed, you noticed that Chad's side was still made and cold to the touch, like no one had slept in there all night. You weren't mad about it but you knew that it meant he gamed all night and wouldn't be going to work today. You groaned loudly in frustration thinking of having to spend the day with the guy who wouldn't let you break up with him.

“Morning babe, can you grab me a coffee?” he asks, in his same spot, same clothes, same spots of Taki dust on his shirt that you left him in last night.

“Don't call me that. I believe I told you to get out last night.” You groan, shuffling towards the coffee pot that hadn't even been turned on. “Theres no fucking coffee even made!” You yell.

“Oh yeah, babe, can you make some coffee?” He asks.

Your rage boiled over. You felt like shit and you didn't want to deal with his shit. You stomped, loudly into the living room, barged right in front of his game and ripped the power cord out of the wall, dropping it to the ground.

“BABE!” Chad yells, standing up quickly. “What the hell!?”

“I don't know why you can't get it through your thick skull.” You yell. “Let me dumb it down for you and go slow.” You smile. “Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Apartment.”

“Why are you being like this? You know I don't have anywhere to go.” He whimpers.

“Not my issue. Pack your clothes and go.” You say. You were so done. You really did deserve better.

“Can I atleast take the gaming console?” He asks, trying to give you puppy dog eyes.

“My console? Absolutely not. You leave what you came with. A garbage bag of clothes.” You walk to the kitchen, opening the cupboard under the sink. You grab a bag and walk it back to Chad and hand it to him. You watch him stuff his few pairs of shorts and pants, shirts and underwear into the bag, grabbing his phone and shoes before asking him for your key. He reluctantly gives it back to you, looking back at you with sad eyes while he takes tiny steps out the door. It takes all you have not to shove him, but you don't and once he's out you close the door and lock it.

You finally felt free.

You crawled back into bed, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders and fell asleep peacefully, dreaming of Baekhyun once again.

You woke up later that afternoon, still feeling nauseous but better than before. You felt like you couldn't deal with that, or anything. Thankfully it was the weekend and you could take this time to decide what you wanted to do. Which was absolutely nothing.

You didn't see or speak to anyone all weekend. You kept holed up in your apartment watching movies, eating Ramen, ice cream and any other bad thing you could find in your kitchen. But once Monday rolled back around, you knew you had to get back to life. You went to work, only to be sent home a few hours early, at 4pm. You were happy and you wanted to go see Baekhyun but you felt like this was too early to be at the bar drinking.

You muddled around your apartment for a bit, deleting texts from Chad, asking you when he could come home and when you were going to stop whining about everything.

When you finally felt like it was an appropriate time to go to the bar, you got yourself semi together and headed out, happily. You walked in, and immediately felt a pair of eyes shift towards you. Your heart skipped. You turned your head towards the bar to see Baekhyun staring at you as he cleans a few glasses before putting them on the rack. He doesn't smile when he sees you, his face is hard but somehow looks softer than it did the other day.

“You're finally back. I was wondering if I'd see you again.” He says, grabbing a glass. “The same?”

“Yes please. And I am back. And I have news.” You grin.

“And what's that?” He wonders, sliding your drink towards you. He leans In closely, his eyes not weavering from yours. Your heart beats loudly, and fast. You wonder if he can hear it, if he knows how nervous and flustered he makes you.

“I, um.” You began. Before you can finish, your phone rings loudly. You roll your eyes at the caller ID, answering it quite annoyed.

“What?” You ask. Baekhyun can hear the sound of a crying man on the other end. “Please. Stop calling me” You snap, hanging up the call.

“Chad?” Baekhyun asks but he already knew. You nod your head as he slides another drink towards you.

“He left the other morning. The morning after I was here..” You announce between sips. “I made him leave. I'm so mad at him right now and I want to hate him but part of me feels guilty for being mean while he's upset.” You sigh. You wished you didn't feel like this. You just wished you had someone who could love you as hard as you loved them.

“I'm proud of you. I hope you're starting to see your worth.” Baekhyun says.

As he walks away to another customer, Chad texts you asking to talk. You reply back, telling him to meet you at your place at 8pm. You really didn't want to leave Baekhyun but you felt like you needed to calmly clear the air with Chad. You pull out two twenties and slide them onto the bar, giving Baekhyun a small wave. He gives you a wink that sends shivers down your spine as you turn to walk away.

You didn't want to go, and little did you know, he didn't want you to go either.

You really shouldn't have let Chad in to talk. You don't know how he does it but he convinced you to get back together with him. He lured you in with the promises of changing, being a better man, spending more time with you and more money on you while also spending less money on his friends and less time on the console. But how funny is it that mere seconds after you agree to a second chance, he's back gaming and you're going to bed all on your own.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. Chad had gone back to his old self so quickly, it gave you whiplash. He hadn't even attempted to change, and you found yourself craving to be near Baekhyun. So you headed to the bar, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four.

In those weeks you and Baekhyun spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. However, much to your surprise, he didn't question you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day or wonder where you were at night, and honestly it no longer bothered you. You didn't care but you couldn't end things again. Not yet.

You felt your feelings for Baekhyun deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every look, every conversation, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with anyone. Your emotions were amplified around Baekhyun and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Baekhyun, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely got absolutely nothing from that man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room.” You mutter. “That place across the street looks okay." You slur, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"I dont fucking think so." Baekhyun replies. "You need to go home. I'll give you a ride." He says.

"Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He pulls up to your apartment complex, quickly and effortlessly glides out of the driver's side of the car, making his way to your side before you can even get your hand on the handle. He walks to the elevator with you, steps onto the elevator with you. He stands beside you, his hand inches away from yours, you can feel the electricity between the two of you. The elevator lands on your floor, you step out and Baekhyun follows you to your door.

“You didn't need to walk me up.” You say, already sobering up.

“Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.” Baekhyun says, his face still stone cold. You can hear some music thumping through the door. You really hope it's not what you think it is. You unlock your door and open it to 10-15 people in your apartment. There's maybe 2 that you know, but the rest? You've got no clue.

“There she is!” Chad yells, walking towards you.

“Happy birthday, baby.” He slurs, wrapping his arm around you. A crowd of people gather around, yelling “Surprise!” To you. You smile at them awkwardly, what was happening?

“It's not my birthday.” You hiss, trying to Chad, trying to remove his arm from you. “I'm sorry everyone, I don't know what he told you but it's not my birthday.” You say.

They all turn to each other, whispering things. You look at Chad’s two best friends, Brad and Connor, who you've spoken to multiple times. They just shrug their shoulders.

“Fuck.” He yells in your face, his breath smells like whiskey. He moves away from you, pushing through the crowd to grab a bottle on the table. He takes a full swing, before stomping back towards you. “I'm trying to do something fucking nice for you and you always have to shit on it.” He yells.

“I'm sorry it's not my birthday, and you invited all your friends and none of mine or my family. This is a party for you, with a cover it's supposed to be for me. It's pathetic.” You spit, your face inches away from his. You turn to walk away but he grabs your arm.

“Where are you trying to go? Don't be fucking rude to your guests.” Chad snaps.

“Dude, It's not her birthday. It's fine, just let her go and we can have another shot.” Brad says, trying to descalate the situation. Chad shoves Brad away with his free hand, tightening his grip around your arm.

“Chad stop.” You shout as he pushes you against the wall. Baekhyun lurches forward but you put your free arm out to stop him. You didn't want Chad to get anymore angry.

“What's it gonna take? Huh? You want a kiss? Is that gonna make you less uptight?” He says, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you into the wall, again. This wasn't the first time he'd gotten handsy when drinking Whiskey, but this is the first time he'd ever been close to violent about it. He leans in close to your face, trying to press his lips to yours, sticking his tongue out, trying to slip it into your mouth. You turn your head, trying to avoid him.

“Get off.” You cry out, trying to push him off with one hand, but he manages to pin the other one to the wall. You can't get him off you, your arm was throbbing and you were starting to panic.

“Baekhyun.” You cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Get the fuck off of her.” You hear Baekhyun's voice yell. “Are you hard of hearing?” He asks, swiftly pulling Chad from you and throwing him across the floor.

“Who the fuck is that?” Chad asks, scrambling to his feet and pointing to Baekhyun.

“I want you out Chad. I’m done. This was the last fucking straw!” You cry.

Baekhyun takes your hand and pulls you out of your apartment. He brings you to the elevator and back down to his car, trying to avoid getting you too wet. He buckles you in and pulls out of your parking lot. He drives past the bar and continues until the two of you are out of the city. The rain still pours. Thunder rumbles as lightning lights up the sky.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere.

Baekhyun pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers and it opens, he drives down a long driveway. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"My, uh, family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He glides out of his seat, walking towards your side again to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He pulls you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He opens the door to a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite.

"There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you honestly felt scared if you didn't.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"I'm so fucking sorry, I.. I don't know what came over me. Seriously, Y/N. I just.. I'm so sorry.” He cries.

“I.. I can't. Don't. Don't call me.” You hyperventilate. “I can't.” You whimper, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you try to fight off the tears. You replay the short conversation you just had, but more so what he did to you. You didn't even want to think about what would have happened had Baekhyun not been there for you tonight. You saw a side of Chad you'd bever seen before and were not interested in ever seeing again. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You sobbed as you sat on the bed.

There's a knock at the door but you don't hear it. The door opens, Baekhyun walks into the room, seeing you on the bed, all he felt was anger.

"Y/N.." He begins as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called.” You cry. “He was.. apologizing..but I couldn't stop.. replaying it.” You sniffle.

"I'm so sorry that happened. I should have taken you away the second he put his hands on you." He says, looking at you. You look up at him, tears still streaming down your face. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Baekhyun's arms are wrapped around you. He rubs your back as you nuzzle your head into his chest.

You're so tired.

Your eyes begin to close until his phone rings. He lays you down before he stands up answering the call.

“I'm sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, getting under the covers.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asks before leaving.

“I'll be fine, go.” you say forcing a smile.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You tried watching the door, in hopes he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep.

The warm sun was shining through the window, woke you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see seven men standing around the bed. You sit up, moving closer to the wall, as these men stare at you. You stared at them all, as they all glared at you, looking similar to Baekhyun.

Pale skin, dark eyes, dark hair, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper. “Who are you guys?”

Another one speaks up, looking at the other six men. "I think the better question is, who the fuck brought a human home?"

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Secret's Out

Bruce Wayne x plus size gn!reader

Bruce gets a crush on Dick’s tutor but is hesitant on letting them into his life because of you know, the whole running around as a bat thing.

Warnings: FLUFF, references to struggling in school, the usual batman injuries and angst

WC: 1.4k

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The life of the Batman was often lonely. Late nights and early mornings meant Bruce didn’t have a lot of time for anything other than his son and making rare appearances in public so a relationship was out of the question. But dear god did he crave that intimacy.

He wanted to wake up beside someone, have someone share the load of being a parent to a very energetic child with him. And sex, but that goes without saying. But there was too much at risk. What if they got hurt because of his nightly activities? If he shared his secret would they leave him and expose it to the public? Would they break Dick’s heart?

So he resolved to be lonely for the rest of his life. It was too bad that his heart had a mind of its own though.

Dick had been struggling in school, he found it difficult to connect to the other kids in Gotham Academy and thus his grades were slipping. After a particularly heartbreaking melt down from the small boy after another child rejected his friendship, Bruce and Alfred had a very difficult conversation. 

They decided that homeschooling one on one with a tutor for at least a semester would help Dick become more secure in his academics and interact with someone outside of his family. So, each night, while Batman and Robin cleaned up the streets of Gotham, Alfred trolled through the internet and newspapers, trying to find someone suitable for his grandson.

Eventually, he did. You had more than enough qualifications, a masters in education with specialisation in science and english, a long list of glowing recommendations, and a small collection of special skills that made him smile. Dick had been wary when they approached him about you, he was scared that this new teacher would treat him the same as the others, pushing him down and making him feel bad about himself.

But after a long trip to the Gotham pier complete with him and his father consuming their weight in ice-cream, he came around. And thank god he did.

You were a life-saver. You not only became his teacher but you also became his best friend, his confidant, his greatest supporter and his partner in crime. The usually silent and morose halls of the manor were now filled with the childish giggles of his son, a sound that had been gone since Bruce himself was that young.

You also became a shoulder for Bruce to lean on. You joked around with him, getting him to actually smile and not the usual cocky grin he used in public. A real smile that made his cheeks hurt and his chest warm with affection. You were brilliant at helping around the house and organising galas, which wasn’t part of your job description yet you still helped.

He hated when you left for the day, getting in your crappy car that you refused to let him replace with a newer model, to travel back into the city where you lived. He wished he could have you live with them but it was too risky. He couldn’t have you learning about the Bat.

Tonight had been tough to say the least. The penguin had gotten a damn good shot in and now Bruce was sporting at least two broken ribs and a wicked bruise around his abdomen. Dick was also very sick, a bad stomach bug that Bruce blamed himself for because it was raining the night before and they still had gone out. And to top it all off, Alfred was on vacation.

Too consumed with his mission, he had called you. He asked if you would spend the night with Dick since he had an emergency he had to attend to and wasn’t sure when he would be home. You didn’t hesitate in answering with a resounding yes. You walked into the house barely ten minutes later (you definitely broke some speed limits driving over) with a bag full of medicine and tolerable food for the young boy.

“I should be back by morning. Are you sure you’ll be ok by yourself?” His veins were alight with nerves, this was now so far past the line of professionalism he had promised you when you were first hired. You just smiled kindly at him as you laid out your supplies in the guest bedroom closest to Dick.

“I’ll be fine and so will Dick. I’ll call you if something happens but I honestly doubt that it will.” Bruce sighed, a weight lifting from his chest. “Go on, we’ll be ok.” He nodded and turned to leave the room but not before hearing you call out, “Stay safe.”

He wished he had just called in Clark for tonight. He was distracted, worried about his boy, worried about what your words meant. He decided to call it an early night after ensuring that Penguin was safely in the hands of the GPD, he crawled back to the cave. Maybe if Dick was still awake, they could all watch a movie together to lift his spirits. 

As the batmobile rolled into its designated space in the cave, Bruce noticed that the many computer screens had been turned on and were flicking through various security camera footage. Had Alfred come home early and taken his place as overseer of Gotham? No, he would have been with you and Dick if he had returned.

And Dick was too sick to make it down the stairs from his room let alone get into the secret elevator that he was still too short to reach the button for on his own. That left only one plausible option.

The blue light from the screens illuminated your face beautifully, bathing you in a gentle glow that made his heart beat faster in his chest. “Welcome home, Bruce.” You softly called out, your voice both tired and slightly teasing. 

“How’d you figure it out?” Your hand came to rest on your considerable chest as you gasped in offended shock. The action made the butterflies in his stomach swirl in a storm of pure tenderness. His mind was yelling at him that there was no way to know if you could be trusted but his heart yearned for you, wanting to spill all of his secrets at your feet.

“Mr Wayne! I am not as dumb as I look!” He chuckled, shuffling closer. The blanket that had been draped around your shoulders slipped down, pooling around your wide hips. You smirked at the taller man as he came closer, coming to a stop right in front of you, the tips of your bare feet touching his armoured ones. “Besides, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappear mid-parties, leaving me to the wolves.” You shrugged.

“I figured it out about two days after you hired me, Dick also talks in his sleep.” Bruce sighed, releasing a breathy laugh. He pulled his cowl off, not missing the way your breath caught in your throat at the sight revealed before you. His dark hair stuck up in a hundred different directions, his bright blue eyes shining in the dim light of the computers.

“And you haven’t told anyone?” You shook your head.

“Who would I tell, besides this is the best paying job I’ve had in years, I’m not giving this up just because my boss likes to run around like a depressed Superman.” His smile fell into a very immature pout.

“I’m not a depressed Superman, he’s a bootleg Batman.” You threw your head back in laughter. Bruce couldn’t help but chuckle along with you, glad to have this huge secret out in the open. He could share the burden on his shoulders with someone he was coming to truly care about.

Your laughter soon died out into the occasional giggle that made his heart skip a beat. “Well then, let’s get you patched up and tucked into bed with your boy.” You slipped from his chair, grabbing the pre prepared first aid kit on the desk as you did so. “I do have one condition about this whole thing.”

Like the lovesick puppy he was, Bruce followed you to the medical bed in the corner, eager to agree with anything you would ask if it meant you stayed. “Anything.” He replied without hesitation.

“Get me Aqua-man’s autograph, I think he’s really hot.” 

“You what?!” But you just laughed and walked away, leaving him in a pool of self-pity and unwavering adoration. Maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be alone anymore. After he killed Aqua-man of course.

Request: She cracked the identity of Batman. “Come on, who else has the money and technology to be Batman but you?! Also, you always disappears mid-parties too many times.”

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Hey, could you help me ? I've had the weirdest thing happen to me, and I don't know who to turn to...

See, yesterday, after going to bed a bit early since I was tired, I didn't wake up in my bed... but rather on a rather fancy couch in, you know, one of those modern cubic manors the other side of town... Worse still, there was visible traces of alcohol, and even other people sleeping in the living room I was in, all of them young popular-looking guys and girls... It looked like the aftermath of a party, yet I don't drink alcohol, I'm not sociable at all, I'm not fashionable and I hate parties !

Although I was able to leave without being noticed, I'm still unsure of how in hell I ended up over there. So, could you help me understand what happened ?

The next morning is even stranger. You're lying naked on silken sheets in a huge bed. Your body nestled close to a young man with the body of a Roman god. Your hard-on is downright painful! Until you realize that this is not a dream. You slide off the bed, gather up your clothes and tiptoe out of the room and out of the house. Shit, traces of a party everywhere… This is what you imagine a modern version of the great Gatsby to look like. You get dressed on the lawn in front of the house. The expensive Hanro underwear isn't really yours. And although you can unlock it with your face, the brand new iPhone isn't really yours either. Something strange, something very strange is going on here!

During the day, you receive a whole series of messages from people you don't know, but whose contact details all seem to be saved in your address book. I wonder if you're meeting for an aperitif before the party today. What you are going to wear. Whether they should give you a lift or whether you should take a cab. You're sitting at your desk, processing claims and wondering what's going on. Should you answer? Should you ignore things? You decide to ignore it. At some point you call it a day. On the way home, you grab something from the Vietnamese restaurant. And eat it in front of the TV.

This time you wake up on a lounger by an impressive pool. At least you're not naked this time. You're wearing a golden thong. And you have no idea where your clothes are. Only your cell phone is lying on the floor next to you. So what? There are plenty of clothes lying around. From different people. None of it is yours or even your style. But you can't walk around naked. So you're waiting for a cab in a satin suit and sandals and you feel incredibly ridiculous. Until you find your wallet in the inside pocket of your jacket. Well, at least a wallet with your ID and driver's license. It's from someone who looks different from you, but who has your name on it. What the hell is going on here?

After a shower, you stand in front of the mirror in your apartment. Your skin looks darker somehow. You somehow look fitter. You just look different. Your phone reports that people are liking and commenting on your latest Instagram posts. You don't even have an Instagram account. You're late for work. You have to turn your phone off because it won't stop vibrating with incoming messages. Your head keeps vibrating. You get a migraine. You call in sick. You have to go to bed.

Damn, that was the best party in a long time! Shit, you've blacked out, you've overdone it again. Thank God it's only a few meters to your house. You can only hope that you don't have any appointments tomorrow morning that you've overlooked. And if you do, your manager will have to take care of that. You need to throw up now and then get some sleep. And tomorrow the party will be at your house. You have a reputation to lose as a host and as a party animal. Give it your all!

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #tank top #race change #ai image

[crabonfire]

One bed trope part 3!!

warnings: none

characters: sniper and spy

note: finally lmao I'm sick of this damn trope at this point

also, they are the little spoons 👍👍👍 idk imagining spy as the little spoon is cute to me

♡Sniper♡

• he'll just sleep on the floor 🤷‍♀️

"Oh-dude there's just one bed."

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor then."

"What? No! I'll sleep on the floor."

"It's fine, I don't mind."

"No sniper I don't mind."

"...so how will we do this?"

"...we could share?"

"Oh. Alright."

• woah woah woah woahhhhh??? sharing with...you? naurrrrr

Don't get me wrong, he adores you and loves the company. But...sleeping? In the same bed? With? The person he's head over heels for? The person who distracts him mid battle because they are constantly running through his mind? I don't even think he'll be able to sleep at all.

the entire night is quiet. it's an awkward silence from the both of you. any small talk made is,,,well, short. He wants to talk to you, just have fun but he's so tense. So are you, he can see how eager you are to strike up convo, but nothing seems to come out of your mouth.

• "I'm gonna get some shut eye, 's been a long day."

"Oh okay! Goodnight snipes."

"Night."

• You quickly doze off after a couple minutes and he finds that the TV is not entertaining in any way, so he also decides its time for bed.

Turning it off, he takes off his hat and places it by the headstand on his side, awkwardly slipping into the covers trying his best not to wake your sleeping form.

He faces you for a bit, then feels the blush creeping on his face due to how peaceful you look like this. A soft smile appears on his face. He sighs and turns to the other side, arm under the pillows and eyes closed shut.

• He has a lot of trouble sleeping. So usually he spends his nights just pondering about life and how it could be for him. I mean it doesn't help, but it's the only thing he can do to make himself sleepy enough to actually rest.

But he's snapped back into reality when he feels soft arms wrap around his chest from behind, eyes now open and the blush on his face is back as he realises that your holding him in your sleep.

His body stiffens, he's completely frozen. What does he do in this situation? He really doesn't know.

But...this is nice. He hadn't been held like this in a while. He smiles when he heard your muffled murmurs in your sleep, feeling your face lie gently on his back as you snore. The butterflies he's feeling is immense, his heart is pounding...it feels like he's going to explode.

•Hes glad your asleep, because if you were, he'd look like a cherry red tomato to you.

aww rhat was so cute anywaysss wakey wakey

You find yourself awake before he is, and in a very very intimate position.

• Your holding him tightly without even realising it, his face in the crook of your neck as he wraps himself around your torso. You can feel his warm breath on your neck, sending small shivers down your spine.

You dont know what to do, you try to move but the response you get is a tighter grasp. It seems he doesn't want you to let go, and he's not planning on letting go himself.

"Mmm...Y/N..."

He mumbles, making you feel a warm wave of heat spread through your cheeks. You smile weakly and silently scream inside. Oh my god, this is the shit they pull in romantic dramas. Holy shit.

You peer at the clock, your early. That means you can still sleep in, holding your crush in a warm embrace <333

♡Spy♡

• naur

• yea he planned this lmfaoooo

• no like idk how to make this sound romantic or silly he planned this 👍👍👍

• "Oh-spy uh...there's only..one bed."

"So it seems, well, I guess we'll just have to share, hm?"

"Oh...okay."

The entire night is filled with playful, and downright romantic flirting. It's not subtle anymore, and the fond look he gives you doesn't make this any easier to deal with. You knew this man had his charm, but wow, okay.

When it was time for bed, he waited for you to fall asleep because ain't no way he's letting you see him without the mask.

• "Goodnight spy."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

He simply spends the time to do some light reading, and when he hears your faint snores, he takes that as the time he can sleep. He takes his mask off before he sleeps, he's professional of course but ain't no way he bouta do that.

He sets it aside, revealing his thick black hair, his grey hairs prominent, an endearingly adorable trait of his (hehe he's cute)

• he sleeps facing you, admiring your features one by one, memorising each miniscule detail he can find. It's not this often he can get so close to the person he finds dear to him, so he's going to cherish it.

He's not one to act lovey dovey, but right now, he's in the most vulnerable position he could be in. Maskless, with the person he loves, no weapon in hand and just comfortably lying down, ready for sleep.

The feelings he has for you are strong, and that's saying something, considering he usually settles for casual flings.

But, if its you, being like this is...New. usually, he'd always be on guard and being the perfect, charmer he is around others. But others aren't like you, your special. You make him comfortable with his vulnerability.

• rambling aside, he sighs before turning his back and deciding its time to rest. He has no worries about if you'll wake up to his maskless face because he always wakes up earlier than you ever will.

Good morning, sleepyhead. I have a gun to your head!! Wake up lmao

• he wakes up quick, blinking the last bit of sleep away. something about what he's feeling right now is unusual...he feels warm. like a big cozy blanket has enveloped him in its protective hold.

he blinks a couple more times and realises the position he's in. For once, it seems that he is the flustered one in this situation.

You're holding him in your arms, his head lays on your chest, being able to hear every breath you make and the slow, hypnotising beating of your heart. His hands wrapped tightly around your waist, as if in his unconsciousness, he had been aching to be closer to you.

Oh Y/N, what is he going to do with you?

• being in such a romantic position...its driving him mad. Never had he thought you'd be the one holding him, cradling his body till the day came. But here you are, comfortably asleep with him in your arms.

This sudden intimacy is not new to him, but it has been so long since he's been held by someone he truly loves...and it might be delusion or hopeful thinking, but maybe you feel the same to him too.

• though, as much as he'd like to stay with you like this, hell if he could he'd do it for all eternity, he has to get up. slowly, he unwraps himself from you, replacing him with his pillow, and goes to get ready for the day.

He's glad you're asleep because if the day ever comes for you to see him with red blush staining his cheeks, he'd rather die. <3

author note pls read :•(

hey sorry ive been gone for like...months. finals came up, second semester started, I've been getting unmotivated not only by writing but my other hobbies and even school too. I'm so sorry,,,I'm especially sorry to all the requests I've ignored for my hiatus,,,writing is NOT easy, and sometimes becomes a chore for me when I get pressured or unmotivated.

I hope you guys enjoy,,,sorry for any errors English is not my first language. I will try my best to post more, but I cannot guarantee I will be consistent. Thank you for reading :•)

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #i love men #tf2 spy #tf2 spy x reader #tf2 sniper #tf2 sniper x reader

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 23 Prompt: Christmas Themed Sentence Starters

“This is what Christmas is all about.”

Tags: Established Relationships, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson Are Best Friends, Steve Has Semi-Decent Parents, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Humor, Food Mentions

wc: 780 | Rating: G

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Steve’s favorite Christmas tradition growing up was making homemade advent calendars.

He has fond memories of taking over the dining room table with supplies while his mom hovered over him. Of scouring the annual Christmas catalog for what he might want this year before cutting them out carefully with a pair of scissors. Glueing the cutout pictures to the top of the fluorescent green poster board at the top like a star before creating a candy tree with wrapped chocolates (and maybe stealing one or two for all the hard work he’d been doing).

It was a tradition he always looked forward to. Unfortunately, it came to an abrupt end when the ants found the chocolate one, infiltrating the homemade calendar and the entire Harrington kitchen two days before Christmas. He’s never seen his mom so stressed out before.

After that, the only advent calendars found in the Harrington house were those decorative wooden ones with little trinkets inside. It was fun for Steve the first year when he didn’t know what was hidden behind the little doors. But year after year of opening the same wooden creatures got old, fast.

And so the advent calendar tradition faded away.

Until now.

Now that he has his own place with Robin and Eddie, he’s bringing it back.

The trio spends the last day of November working on their calendars. Their small living room coffee table is littered with catalogs, poster boards, and a questionable amount of candy. Robin’s going crazy with a container of glitter that’s probably going to end up caked into the carpet and Eddie’s hard at work drawing his gifts instead of going the “easy route.”

Steve’s in the middle of it all, sprawled out on the floor with his own advent calendar feeling like a kid again. What does he want? What candy is he going to decorate with? The possibilities are endless.

By the time dinner rolls around, the trio have finished their unique advent calendars and tack them up on the door to their small pantry. Easy access for them to grab a piece of candy every morning and a constant reminder of how many days left they have to finish their Christmas shopping.

🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫 🍫

Steve wakes up early on December 1st eager to pluck the first candy from his homemade calendar. Just like yesterday, he feels like a kid again, giddily sliding into the kitchen. The calendars are exactly where they left them, except something is wrong.

No ants, thank god, but Eddie’s calendar is completely void of candy. Nothing but tiny scraps of colored foil wrapping left behind — something got into them. A someone to be exact. Following the trail of colored foil littering the floor, Steve stalks into the adjacent kitchen and finds Eddie shoving a mini Reese Peanut Butter Cup into his mouth before adding the empty wrapper to the mountain of colored foil in front of him.

“Eddie!” He shouts, startling the man from his slumber. “You’re supposed to eat one a day, not the whole damn thing!”

“Moderation is for losers, Stevie,” he mumbles through a mouthful of candy. Swallowing carefully, he offers Steve a chocolate-teeth-covered grin as he waves his hands around the mess. “This is what Christmas is all about.”

“Eds,” Steve sighs. “You’ve got your holidays mixed up. Halloween is the one where you make yourself sick on candy.”

Eddie huffs, shaking his head. “And Easter, and Christmas,” Eddie says, ticking them off with his chocolate-covered finger. “Valentine’s Day if you’re lucky. Hell, any day is a make yourself sick with candy day if you try hard enough!”

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve says, shaking his head as he begins to clean up Eddie’s mess. He doesn’t have to, knows that Eddie will do it himself, but he figures he might as well help considering the stomach ache is going to hit him sooner rather than later.

“Hey, what happened to Eddie’s advent calendar?” Robin asks, shuffling into the kitchen with her allotted piece of candy for the morning.

“Why have one when you can have them all?” Eddie grins.

“You know what, that’s a great idea!” She says, turning on her heel and heading back to her own calendar.

Steve sighs, he should have seen this one coming, but how can he deny his best friends the joy of Christmas candy? Even if it means he’ll be paying the price as caretaker later when he’s holding back their hair.

“I think we should make this a new tradition!” Eddie says.

“I’ll be making an advent calendar next year,” Steve says. “You two are getting put on probation." 

#steddiemas #steddie #steddie fluff #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic stobin #eddie munson fic #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things fic #dani writes

[j-onedrabbles]

𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

this list contains writing prompts for fluff, nsfw, and angst. i welcome anyone else who wants to use it to please do!

fluff

"your hair is so soft.."

"it's too cold! come back."

"No. i'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

"I'm not going to stop poking you till you give me some attention."

"I like the way your hand fits in mine."

"You can call me whenever you want... even if you don't have a reason too."

"You look really cute in that sweater."

"No, like... it's just, i can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because i know you're going to look so good and i need to try and match up."

"Your lips are really warm."

"Ssh. Stop fussing. I'm just braiding your hair."

"You are my new pillow."

"Don't get up– i'll do it."

"Stargazing was a good idea."

"I'll always be here for you."

"I'll be here to protect you."

"Don't be silly. I want to stay up with you."

"Your bed head is really cute."

"let's go home. You're freezing and I don't want you catching a cold."

"I'm not going to get sick, you baby. Just let me hold you."

"I'm not moving, your lap is comfortable."

"I know your mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?"

"God, I miss you so much."

"Hey, let me in. I'm outside with your favorite pizza."

"I'm only doing it because you're cute."

"I'm tired, just cuddle me."

"Sorry for waking you, baby. Go back to sleep."

"Time for bed, sleepy head. Come on, I've got you."

angst

"Please look at me."

"I'm just disappointed."

"You... you never had a problem with it before."

"You're making me think that what they told me about you was right."

"Does it ever stop hurting?" "No, you just make room for it."

"I'm trying, all the time, but it's just too hard."

"I let you down."

"I tried to move on, but nobody is you."

"Do i look like I moved on?"

"I feel like everyone just forgot I exist."

"You're really drunk right now. I don't think you're gonna remember any of this." "No. I'm not drunk at all. You're just blurry"

"Did it ever occur to you that you're hurting me too."

"I just want to forget you."

"How much do you miss them?" "More than I should."

"I'd rather stay in my own head so I don't have to live in the world you ruined."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Don't leave."

"Don't do this to yourself."

"Stop pushing everyone away."

"I need help."

"I'm so, so sorry."

"I thought that if I acted like it didn't matter, the it wouldn't."

"I broke my rules for you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Damn it, are you drunk?"

"I just need time to myself."

"Let me help."

"You haven't been yourself lately."

nsfw

"I know a workout you might enjoy."

"I want it hard."

"I just want to feel something."

"I swear. I'm gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door."

"I'm either joining or watching, you pick."

"I love it when you act all controlling like that knowing damn well I can leave you shaking under me."

"You're mine."

"I'll let you do anything if you just touch me right now."

"Stay quiet."

"If you can't sleep... how about we have sex?"

"Let me show you why you should stay in bed."

"If you want to keep sitting on my lap, you have to stop wiggling."

"We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?"

"Be a good girl/boy for mommy/daddy."

"If I have to stop what I'm doing then you're not gonna be able to walk for the next week."

"There's people here!" "I know"

"You're still horny? Didn't I fuck you hard enough last night?"

"Spank me. It's the only way I'll learn."

"I'd hold onto something if I were you."

"You can get louder, can't you?"

"I'm really in the mood to tease you today."

"Bite me." "If you insist."

"Just let me finish this/this level and I swear I'll go down on you till you come at least three times."

"I'm going to put some clothes on before you say anything else."

"Were you masturbating?" "U-uh no... I was just.." "Want some help?"

"I won't apologize for marking you up. Everyone should know you're taken."

"You look so good with my hand around your neck."

"If you complain that it's hot one more time, I'm going to give you a reason to sweat."

#: ̗̀➛karmic writes #fanfiction prompts #fic prompt #fluff prompts #angst prompt #smut prompts

[funny-fics-222]

You're making me dizzy

Summary: period's a bitch and we don't even have to start about stress. Y/N doesn't want to admit that times can be hard, but her body gives some warnsignals. Luckily her pretty scientist is there to help

Warnings: fainting, lil bit of angst, fluff

Trope: fluff

AN: Hey babes, I am currently sick AND on my period. Therefore, I have plenty of time to take a look at your requests, so feel free to give em to me. I am also looking forward to writing some Mo Washinton ff if yall are interested. Well, let's start, and pls keep in mind. English is not my first language, so be nice :)

Tuesday:

I wake up to a throbbing sensation in my head and a disgusting stickiness between my legs. The following backpain brings me to my conclusion. I got my damn period. It's only Tuesday, and I already wanna kill the world. We had some serious difficulties in the lab yesterday, and after some slight bickering with my labmates, we were there until 4 a.m. and now it is 6 a.m. Do you wanna know why? Well, because my handsome labmate and Princess Shuri wanted to start early cause she wasn't here yesterday, and that means we need to report back what happened.

I get up, and the throbbing continues. Today is slightly different from other days. I mean I haven't really had time to look after myself that much the past few days due to extreme stress and the feeling of not beeing enough wich led to not eating and drinking enough and bad sleep but today I can barely sit upright without curling my back in pain and mumbeling some curse words.

I grow more and more confused by the seconds cause when I got up all I could see were colorfull dots and spirals and I had to sit right back down.

"Holy shit" I try again and balance myself in the shower to wash the blood off my thighs. When I am finally done I don't have time to eat breakfast cause I needed to do everything slower cause of the dizzyness. I grab my waterbottle, put on some warm clothes...why is it so freezing today??... and get out of my house.

I walk along the fields to the lab, but the sun is especially blinding today. And there they are again. The dots and spirals. Now I am starting to get scared cause that is not normal even for my period. Oh god, my cramps. Shit fuck. I wanna go back to bed and eat something even though I would throw it back up in seconds.

I rehab quickly and finally make it to the lab. Ayo looks at me weirdly. I guess I look like a corpse. I am 15 minutes late, and everybody, including a furious looking Shuri that has to contain herself to not beat my ass are looking at me with disgust.

"(L/N) you are late. And not even that, but when we have the most important meeting of this month right after the night where all of you messed up my new project!"

Shuri is the sweetest person ever, and you can't deny her beauty or great character, but when it comes to her projects, she is like a lion mother.

"(Y/N)"

"What, yeah, sorry I- I am sorry what?"

"Are you listening to us now that your precious time allows us to continue?"

"Yes, sorry panther"

Shuri is furious with all of us, but behind her black eyes, I can see a glimmer of concern, and now I see why thanks to the reflective window behind her. Not just my skin, but my lips are pale. My eyes lost their spark, and my long locks looked terrible. Shuri and I have a colleague-friend relationship with some occasional flirting cause neither of us wants to ask for a date first or even admit that they are attracted to the other.

I keep on following her lips, but I can barely hear her voice. I seek for my water bottle, but I realise that I dropped it in the grass on my way here. I want to concentrate ...I really want to but everything seems to stop all of a sudden. I see Shuris head moving in my direction. Slowly and with a curious gaze. Her lips are mouting my name over and over again, but my eyes get heavier with every...single...blink.

And I am gone

...

...

...(Y/N)

...omg is she dead?"

"She is not dead, you genious look, she is breathing"

I feel a shaky hand on my cheek and a familiar smelling piece of fabric under my head.

"(Y/N) usana, can you open your eyes for me?"

Shuri. She is here

"Omg guys, I think she hit her head"

"No, the princess caught her"

"Barely..." Shuri sounds guilty and still... shaky. Is that my fault?

Omg what am I doing? Did I just faint in a meeting

"I AM FINE." Ouch, my head

"(Y/N) shhh lay back down I got you."

All of a sudden, I can feel my head three times as hard. Everything hurts, and I am so exhausted and embarrassed. Omg don't cry. Don't cry don't-

"Hey, don't cry, it's okay." her voice is so sweet and loving. Her chocolate brown eyes look down on me with so much adoration and concern that it breaks me while she holds me down.

"I am so sorry, Shuri." I never said her name in front of so many people.

"For what usana?"

" This is all my fault. I shouldn't have messed up the project...but I wanted it to be perfect for you when you come back...and...and I wanted to make it right...but...but I made it worse and they tried to help me but everything went wrong. And I have cramps, and it h-h-hurts so bad and -"

"Hey sh shhh calm down it's okay. Nobody is mad at you. Hey, Aisha, dim the lights. Please, her head is throbbing like crazy."

"I am sorry"

Shuri can't surpress her small smirk this time

"You just fainted because of exhaustion, and you are still apologizing?"

"I just don't want to mess up e-everything I do all the t-time" At this point, I am histerically sobbing, and my pain is only getting worse.

My head is buried in her neck, and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on my back. I don't really realize what happens next. I can just hear her talking to Ayo and then feel her carrying me away. I wince in pain, but she is there, and her scent is calming me down. I hold my belly in pain, and I can't think fast enough before we are suddenly in her room. It is located near the lab so she can get there in 2 minutes. She lays me down on the bed and brings me a glass of water after ordering some take out breakfast.

"Shuri I-"

"Don't you dare apologizing to my right now. Take this pill, it will help you to sleep. I got food ready when you woke up."

I can't bring myself to say anything else cause then I would start crying, so I just take the pill and feel myself drowsing away. After about three hours, I wake up again, and most of my cramps are gone. My head feels way better. I get up carefully, but Shuri is already there to catch me.

"No shtandwa sam, you are staying in bed today."

"Shuri, I am fine, I promise."

"Sh"

She brings me a bed tableau filled with delicious food, and we eat in comfortable silence. Afterwards, I take a long shower and put on new clothes and a tampon that Shuri gave me. I lay back down, and Shuri takes my hand in hers. After some thinking and her still rubbing circles in my palm, she speaks up again.

"Usana, you can never do that again. Do you understand me?"

"Shuri, it was an important meet-"

"It could be the most important thing on this planet but when you feel bad you have to stay home. Don't think you are not good enough and overwork yourself. You are amazing as you are. Please don't destroy yourself because of your silly little head."

She wipes away a stray tear on my cheek, and I lean into her touch

"Promise?"

"Promise. Thank you"

"I was worried sick, you know?"

"Really?"

"Yes. I was acting all cool, but I wanted to cry, too. You looked so lost and broken that I wanted to hold you forever."

I don't know what came over me, but I can see her pain

"Then hold me forever"

She leans in carefully and gives me a quick peck. Her lips are so soft and delicious I go right back. We kiss a little longer, and her tongue is begging for entrance. I moan into her mouth, and I pull away.

"We better save that for another day"

She giggles and places me on her chest. We fall asleep together and I feel content

#fluff #shuri x reader #period #ff #fanfiction #black panther #black panther wakanda forvever spoilers #shuri udaku #shuri fic

[zoyaofthegardvn]

I wanna know how Manon reacts to reader randomly getting her period🥺my week has been shit and I really need the fluff😭luv u

Messes and Apologies

A/N: Awh darling! I hope things have been looking up for you. Luv you boo! Hope this little fic makes your day a bit better :)

CW: None? Mentions nudity and blood, bc, ya know, periods

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When you woke, you could tell that while it may be morning, it was far too early for anyone to be awake. It was still dark outside, and you would have assumed it was the middle of the night had it not been for the chirping birds in the distance.

You and Manon had forgotten to close the window the night before, and a faint chill filled the room. You shivered at the breeze, and immediately winced as the movement sent a sharp pain through your abdomen. You furrowed your brows a bit, curious as to why your stomach was beginning to ache. You were naked, Manon, too, due to your... activities the night before. Had she been a bit rougher than usual, is that the reason for the ache? No, not really, she'd actually been a bit on the gentler side. Were you getting sick? That couldn't be it, nothing else felt bad.

You moved to turn to your side, having been lain on your back with Manon's arms wrapped around you, when you felt it. Slick, between your thighs, and again, that deep ache in your lower belly flared through you.

Your heart sank, and you could feel the blood drain from your face.

Damnit, I thought I wasn't due for another week? You cursed yourself, usually you're always prepared. It had been so, so long since your cycle had caught you by surprise.

Immediately, you thought about Manon, your girlfriend laying right beside you. Your flow was always heavy, and if it was already running down your thighs, it had surely made its way to the sheets.

Manon did not care for mess. She was dirty in some ways, sure. In bed, for starters, and she never cared about blood when she was out in the field. But what would she think about this? Your cycle, ruining the sheets in the early morning, disturbing your rest, when Manon finally had a few days off after working and training so hard.

Manon was grumpy when disturbed from her sleep, and sometimes, downright mean if there wasn't a good reason for her to be woken up.

First, you needed to get up and clean yourself. But, you needed to change the sheets before it got too messy, or before, gods forbid, Manon were to accidentally roll over into it, or something. But that would require waking Manon up, and that was something you absolutely did not want to do. Truly, you felt guilty, she's been working so hard, and after a night of love making, you know she needed to sleep.

It didn't take long for the ache in your belly to worsen from dread, and your heart began hammering in your chest.

Slowly, you peeled Manon's arm up from where it was still across your waist, and you backed up to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over and rising to your feet. A candle was gently burning on the other side of the room, nearly gone, but in the dim light, you could see that you had, in fact, bled onto the sheets.

There was... a lot. Way more than you had anticipated. You had likely started it hours ago and had been bleeding all damn night. There was a sizable stain, and you could feel it begin to trickle down your legs now that you were standing. You hunched over at the cramps, and you truly didn't know if the tears gathering in your eyes were from the pain or the embarrassment. Likely, it's both.

You softly pad around the bed, careful to not make heavy steps, when you stop suddenly at the sound of Manon's small grunt. You look over at her, and she's adjusting to rest on her back, her face contorted in frustration.

If you weren't so upset, you'd take a moment to admire the fact that she obviously sensed when you weren't with her, and she didn't like it.

When it's clear that she hasn't woken up, you continue making your way to the bathroom.

In the brightly lit room, you let your tears fall. Your inner thighs are bright red, and your stomach hurts, like a dagger in your gut, twisting and moving in and out. While you have the supplies to clean up, your underwear and clothes are in the bedroom, as well as any rags you'd be able to use to absorb your cycle. Manon had picked some more up during your last cycle, but you hadn't needed them yet, and so they weren't in the bathroom.

You groan in frustration, turning the sink on briefly to splash your face, and to wet a rag. You sit on the edge of the large bathtub, careful not to get it messy, and begin wiping down your legs.

It's difficult to see through the blurriness of tears, they fall slowly and gently, cooling your flushed face. Every second you spend in the bathroom is a second you avoid dealing with the sheets, another second you avoid having to wake Manon. And truthfully, you're less worried about her anger than you are your own embarrassment. While your and Manon's relationship isn't new, this is the first time an accident like this has happened. You just feel so... guilty.

Once your thighs are cleaned, you rise on shaky legs, and deposit the rag in the dirty laundry basket. Again, you splash your face, hoping it conceals the fact that you're crying when you wake Manon.

You turn the light out before leaving in an effort to not wake her too soon, and quietly, you return to your shared bedroom. You retrieve the candle from the dresser and place it on the table next to Manon's side of the bed.

You're still naked, legs clamped closed to prevent any more mess, and you opt to not sit on the side of the bed for fear of staining it even further.

Gently, you place a hand on Manon's bare shoulder, and give a gentle push. Her brows furrow, and she lets out a small puff of air, but she doesn't wake up.

Again, you shake her shoulder, and this time, you softly call her name. "Manon?" you whisper, shaking her for a third and final time. Her eyes fly open, and she's looking at you in confusion for a brief moment before she's sitting up, she sheet falling away to expose her naked chest. She doesn't care, though, immediately grabbing your arms and looking you over.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Her voice is a bit groggy with sleep, but the concern is evident.

And for some reason, it brings the tears all over again.

Manon is instantly climbing out of bed, standing at your height. She bends her head down to look you in the eye, her grip on your upper arms tightening.

"Y/N, what the fuck happened?" Her tone is harsh, not out of anger, but out of worry.

You squeeze your eyes shut, refusing to look into her gaze. She goes to speak again before she stops herself, looking around the room, even more confused.

"I smell blood, are you hurt?"

You shake your head 'no,' and she gives you a firm shake. "Damnit, Y/N, what's happened? Tell me!"

You take a deep breath, and finally, meet her eyes. "I-I'm really sorry Manon..."

She growls, baring her teeth. "Sorry for what? Tell me what's going on right now, Y/N, you're freaking me ou-"

"I got my cycle!" You rush out, lowering your head so that you don't have to see her disappointment and aggravation.

"What?" She asks, tone much calmer now.

"I-I got my cycle... I made a mess of the sheets, I'm sorry. I-I think it came early, or I didn't do a good job of tracking it... I'm sorry Manon. I'm sorry I had to wake you up, but the sheets..."

Manon turns to look over her shoulder, at the mess that you speak of. She turns back to you, to your eyes that are still staring at your feet.

She places a finger below your chin, tilting your gaze up.

Surprisingly, her face looks... soft. She doesn't look angry at all. She wipes the tears from your face. "That's what you're upset about? Some stupid sheets?"

"I had to wake you up..." you trail off, only continuing when Manon looks at you like she's waiting for you to make a point. "I-I just... I know you're tired... so, I'm sorry."

She scoffs, like she can't believe you'd even say that. "I don't care about losing sleep. I don't care about the damn sheets. I care about you. I care about why my girlfriend's up before the sun is, crying her eyes out and bleeding." She shakes her head in disapproval. "You scared me, baby."

You breathe out a sigh of relief. She isn't angry, or upset. A bit frazzled, maybe, but all is well. "I didn't mean to, I'm sor-"

"No more apologies," Manon is firm, and you nod your head to signal that you won't apologize again, not for something you can't control.

She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Do you feel alright?"

You shrug. "I'm okay, my stomach just hurts."

She hums, and pulls you in for a hug, running her hands up and down your naked back. "My poor baby," she says, and you huff a laugh, pinching her side.

She jumps, and gives you a playful scowl. "I didn't say that to tease you, you know. I don't like when you're in pain."

You give her a soft smile, and a quick peck to her lips.

"Did you already get cleaned up?" She asks, and you nod, to her disappointment. "You should have woken me up right away, I could have taken care of you."

Though Manon's said plenty of romantic things to you throughout your relationship, it still makes your heart flutter every time. Manon's favorite way of showing how much she loves you is by taking care of you, when you're injured or ill. It doesn't surprise you that she wants to now.

"Do you want to take a hot bath while I change the sheets, and I'll get you some clothes and supplies?" She asks, already guiding you back towards the bathroom.

"You don't mind? I can clean my own mess, Manon, really. I know you're tired."

"I can go back to sleep when I know you're comfortable and in bed with me."

And, because you just adore her, you stop her in her tracks and pull her in for a loving kiss. She's surprised at first, but wastes no time kissing you back, caressing your arms and back.

"I love you, Manon, thank you."

She bumps her nose against yours, "I love you, too."

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[lovejosephquinn]

hey hope you are good, i really like your fics, people should request you more often (: can i request joe x reader where reader (girlfriend) is sick in bed and joe does everything he can to look after her and make her feel better even if it means getting sick himself, make it so damn fluffy / smutty, whatever you want, thank you xxx

Hi lovely, thank you for your support! I think it's so good when people request things, really gets your creative flare going! Hope you're doing good too! This is lowkey so cute, yes, I will do my best to deliver. I haven't written a large amount of smut in a long time, so I hope it's okay!!

Warnings: fluff from our favourite boy and smut from our favourite boy, nothing more. under 18 DNI x

Word Count: 1.7k

I'll Look After You Joseph Quinn x Reader Short Story Request

There's always that calm before the storm. You know the night you start to feel a little bit yucky but put it down to tiredness or that you've just had a really shitty week. Then as the days go on your bones start to ache, you get the headache, sore throat, followed by the snotty nose and then chesty cough? Yeah, sick was going to be an understatement. You'd caught the god damn flu.

The majority of the night you'd had yourself propped up, sneezing and blowing your nose once every 20 minutes. You'd start to drop off and then you'd begin the vicious cycle again. Those were the worst kind of nights. Your boyfriend had since got back from a Comic Con event as was absolutely exhausted with jet lag, but he knew it wasn't your fault and refused to leave your side when you told him to go sleep in the spare bed so he could at least get a good amount.

With some form of miracle, you managed to fall asleep at some point, waking up early that morning after little to no sleep at all, you lifted yourself up and rubbed your eyes until you were seeing stars and swirls. You felt your boyfriend's hand rest upon your back as he drew little patterns around it. "You don't sound like you slept good last night, love." Joe mentioned with a low voice having just woken up himself. "No, terrible. I feel like death warmed up." Joe pulled you down into a warm embrace, you laid your head onto his chest whilst he wrapped his arm around you, and his other hand moved up to your hair, stroking his fingers through it. "Well looks like I'm going to be playing Doctor today, doesn't it?" That made you let out a slight giggle which obviously irritated your throat and made you cough. You sat back up and blew your nose for what felt the billionth time. "Ugh, how much snot does one little body part have?" Joe shook his head at you, sat up behind you, kissed the crook of your neck then snook a glance round to face you from your side. "I don't know but, my girl still looks plenty beautiful; even with tissue stuck to the end of her nose." You put your fingers to your nose to find that he was obviously letting you know what was left from blowing. Your head fell into your hands. "Wow, attractive." you earned a laugh from Joe. "Always."

Whilst you managed to get some sleep, Joe ceased the moment to get out of the apartment where he went to the shops to find you things to make you feel better. He contemplated orange juice or apple juice but got both anyway because he knew you liked them. He got you your favourite chocolate, a box of tissues and some flu medication.

Coming back in and checking on you, you were fast on - Joe snook the tissues and medication onto your bedside table. He knew it was a good time to conduct his plan further on making his one and only patient feel as good as she possibly could. He set out a tray, where he poured a glass of orange juice, put your chocolate on there. Going into the little draw full of stationary you owned, he found a little flash card notebook where he wrote a cute little message on one and made one into a coupon for you to redeem.

He walked back in the bedroom with the tray of goods as you stirred, you groggily opened your eyes to see your perfect man stood at the end of the bed holding something.

"There's tissues and meds on the side, love. And these are some treats for you." He smiled as he sat with the tray and set it down beside you. It undoubtedly made you smile with no hesitation. You sat up and lent against you pillow whilst you chuckled at the juice and chocolate. "I got you apple juice too but google said Vitamin C is better for flu." your smile grew even further.

You picked up the note folded in half and opened it.

'Hi, baby. I know you're feeling like shit, but I just want you to know that whatever you need, I'm here. I wish I could take it all away, so you didn't have to suffer. Keep fighting that nasty bug away. I love you so much Y/N. Your Joseph xxx'

You gestured for him to move the tray to his side table so you could use some energy to move. He did exactly that and you were quick to lift yourself up and wrap your arms around him. "I love you too, so, so much!" Joe returned your hug. "There's one more thing."

You released him from your mini cuddle and grabbed the second card off of the tray. 'Coupon for one free massage from the best Doctor there ever was.'

"I think I'll take that massage, right now Dr. Quinn."

Joe pulled his sleeves up ready. "Say no more, love. Onto your stomach you go."

Joe sat to the side of you for a good 20 minutes where he began to knead his knuckles into your back, he stroked up and down your spine which made you shiver, where then he massaged your shoulder blades and all the way down to the lower part of your back, rubbing around the parts you asked him too more where it felt good.

His eyes glanced further down to see that the covers were falling slightly from where your bottom half was covered before, and Joe took the golden opportunity to squeeze your bum cheek. You let out a quiet squeal when it made you jump a little. "Sorry, I couldn't resist." He planted a kiss on top of each cheek and then proceeded to kiss all the way to your lower back and up your spine till he reached your shoulders. You watched him as he got up to the top and he came and laid beside you. "Hello." you sniggered at him.

"The massage includes one more thing." Oh, you got the hint straight away. Here he was, your horny boyfriend. You loved his dark side. He pushed your shoulder lightly to indicate to lay onto your back. You say nothing and you knew you wouldn't deny Joe of what he wanted to give you, just as you knew you'd always want what he had to give. Just like that he was leaning over the top of you, giving you a quick peck on the lips, moving down to your jawline. Spending a little time onto your neck where he licked and sucked on your favourite spot, he knew you well and it made your thighs clench together at the bolt of electricity that it sent flying downward.

He began to kiss lower until he stopped at your breasts, massaging your nipples with his tongue as he slowly let them harden whilst circling around them one by one. Your whimpers only egged him on.

Kissing down to your stomach, he then rested in-between your thighs and kissed the inner part of them. Your whimpers became louder and more apparent. "Joe, please." He was interrupted by your need to beg; he knew by kissing your body for a while before would get you ready for where he needed to end up. "What do you want, love?" You were putty in his hands by this point, you made an inaudible sound and he let you off this one time because you weren't in the greatest of states. "This?" He licked a stripe straight between your folds and onto your core. You reached down to move your fingers into his hair, slightly gripping and slightly pulling letting him know exactly this is what you wanted, without words.

Opening your thighs further and shoving his tongue right to your clit, he began to rub circles and flicker over it, massaging softly, barely touching it. Your moans were electrifying to him, they were a sound which sent his mind and body soaring. Joe progressively got faster, and it had got you writhing under his touch. He moved down to tongue fuck your hole and removed one of his hands from your thighs, bringing two of his fingers to press down onto your now swollen clit to rub harshly. You were almost there, your stomach starting to gain that wonderful sensation when he stopped. No not now. He lent back up to you to kiss you, hard. Rubbing his hard erection through his clothing onto your thigh he brought his hand back down to your pussy and inserted two fingers without warning. He started to finger fuck you fast, making you arch your back; you could taste yourself on him. Not being able to breathe for obvious reasons, you pushed his chest, so he stopped kissing you, but he didn't give any hints of stopping of what he was doing down below, no he added a third finger which made you cry out. You were holding on by a thread now. His fingers curved up to hit your g-spot whilst he pressed his forehead to yours looking right down into your eyes. "Cum all over my fingers, baby. Show me how good I make you feel."

You were done for, the words he spoke finished you. If there was one thing about Joe, his communication was the sexiest thing you'd ever known. You leaked all over his fingers and a loud moan fell out of your mouth followed by his name several times. He removed his fingers and tasted them. "God I'll never get tired of that." He hummed soundly whilst you looked down to see his hard dick bulging through. "Don't worry about me love, that was all about you."

You sat up and got a couple of meds from the box, popped them into your mouth and took a sip of your juice. "That was, amazing." He then laid sat up beside you, patted down to his chest and took you back into his arms. He knew you weren't going to be cured, but he knew all of this would help you to relax. He lent his free arm up to grab your chocolate from the tray, opened it and fed you a piece. "How's my beautiful patient feeling?" you sighed in contentment more than anything.

"Surprisingly, good. Thanks to my handsome Doctor, I just hope you don't get sick."

"Don't worry about me, baby." He smiled down at you.

"If you do, I'll just have to nurse you back to full health, won't I?"

"Oh, holy shit, I'm sick all of sudden." You cackled as you sniffled your full nose. If you made it half as good for him how he did for you, he'd pretend just to get the same treatment.

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[squidsandthings]

Kenji & Chuuya "You need to eat more vegetables, mister"

Taking this prompt from you and turning into our racer au.

Enjoy :D

(I cannot write dialogue well asdsjklgh)

"You need to eat more vegetables, mister!"

Kenji's voice rang out through the small apartment as one by one Kenji inspected each of Chuuya's cabinets, each barren shelf bringing a slight frown to the kid's face.

Chuuya was reeling trying to piece together exactly how he ended up being lectured by some kid he barely knew and how exactly that kid even ended up in his apartment in the first place. His tired mind tried to replay the events.

This week was a shitshow for Chuuya. His second week of teaching was far rougher than the first, and the ungraded assignments were starting to pile up alongside the empty bottles of wine. He didn't mean to get behind. Chuuya didn't didn’t like to leave messes in his work or personal life, but it certainly didn’t help that he kept getting distracted by a certain blonde math teacher whenever he tried to work. Every day he seemed to wake up with a worse migraine and another set of problems to fix.. And to top it all off his "side hustle" hadn’t been nearly as profitable as usual. His neglected bike sitting unused continued to make his heart twist, but he was tired, and it seemed this week he couldn’t seem to catch a break, it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t keep up. 

All this to say he didn’t exactly have the energy to argue when he was woken up at 6 in the morning (on a weekend for some god forsaken reason) by a persistent knocking at his apartment door. He answered half-asleep and fully unprepared for the sight that greeted him.

A mop of dusty yellow hair and a matching straw hat. Patchy blue overalls which highlighted sparkling bright blue eyes that stared up at them. To top it all off a smile which rivaled the damn sun nearly rendered his groggy mind comatose. He buffered trying to recognize the sunny kid in front of him, in the meantime he vaguely registered that the person in his doorway was now talking to him.

After a moment his brain clicked into recognition, right, this was the kid who ran the farmer's market stand he bought from each week. What was his name again? The farmer boy in front of him just kept talking until Chuuya's mind finally snapped everything into place.

Oh right, Kenji.

By the time he put that all together he just barely caught the end of Kenji's words.

“-which is why I figured I’d stop by and give you these!”

Chuuya blinked as Kenji stopped talking and gestured to a pair of large brown bags overflowing with produce he didn’t have time to object to before Kenji walked right into his apartment setting the bags on Chuuya’s counter as the kid started to…put away groceries for him? What was this kid's deal? Chuuya sighed and closed the door looking over at the kid, Kenji.

“Wait back up, why are you here, how did you get here, and why, exactly, are you going through my kitchen right now?” Chuuya tried to make sense of the whole situation.

Kenji looked back at Chuuya tilting his blonde head slightly.

“Oh did you not catch it? Sorry, I must have gotten excited. My grandmother always says I need to be careful not to get too excited when I talk but I just got excited to see you’re alive and somewhat okay Mister Nakahara!” “Just Chuuya is fine kid,”' “Oh okay! Well Mister Chuuya. I noticed you hadn’t stopped by this week at all, which was weird, and I got worried because what if you were sick and you couldn’t have good food to make you feel better, my grandma always says fresh food is the best medicine, so I figured I’d bring you your usual orders and also make sure you were okay,"

Kenji took a deep inhale before continuing to speak, Chuuya wondered how the kid could possibly have that much energy to talk this early.

“By the looks of it, you are alive but you don’t look okay and my grandma says to always help people when they need it, so obviously I can’t let you unpack all your own food, but looking in your cabinets here maybe I should have brought more? It’s awfully barren. You really need to eat more vegetables, Mister Chuuya,”

Kenji’s words only left Chuuya with more questions but he quickly realized the kid meant no harm he was just a bit…over enthusiastic.

Chuuya sighed and sat at the kitchen table near where Kenji was currently stocking his fridge with more eggs than Chuuya thinks he’s had in his apartment in his life. 

“So you got worried because I didn’t show up at the farmers market so you somehow tracked down my address just to give me groceries and now you’re stocking my fridge because you think I look like shit?” “Yep!”

Kenji's reply was as chipper as Chuuya expected and caused Chuuya to let out a snort. Kenji continued to hum  as he finished packing away all the produce. Once he finished he turned to stare at Chuuya with the widest, brightest, smile Chuuya had seen. This whole situation was so absurd, and yet, Chuuya’s headache hadn’t bothered him nearly as much while he was trying to figure out why there was a sunshiny 14 year old in his kitchen. He looked Kenji up and down once before joining the kid in the kitchen. Chuuya wasn’t even surprised as he found laughter escaping from his lips as he thought the situation over.

“Well, I’ll give you this kid, you’re very honest.”

Chuuya pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down something on it before holding it out to Kenji.

“Here’s my number, next time, just call me instead of breaking into my apartment at 6 in the damn morning” “I don’t use the family phone very often, but for Mister Chuuya, I’ll figure it out! I always like trying new city folk things,”

Chuuya just chuckled, the kid was strange, but, Chuuya couldn’t help but be endeared by his sunny disposition.

“Right, well, since you're here, and you’ve given me more food than I can probably eat in a month, do you want some breakfast? I make a pretty good omelet,”

Kenji thought about it for a moment.

“Well, usually I only eat after I do all my chores for the day, grandma always says I do my best work on an empty stomach…”

 The hesitation that crossed Kenji’s face made Chuuya’s heart twist as suddenly it became his mission to give this kid a good meal. He knew that kind of hesitation well. Wanting to do the best you can so the people around you are happy and taken care of even at your own expense. He tried not to think of the sheep bracelet still in his nightstand.

“Hey, well, you did a really good thing today by bringing me these groceries, my week has been a mess and I’ll admit your little delivery made it a lot more bearable. So consider my repayment for what you did for me this breakfast. It’s like my gift back to you.”

Kenji blinked, seemingly considering Chuuya's words.

“Grandma always said it’s rude to refuse a gift…”

The blonde boy burst into a familiar beaming smile

“Okay Mister Chuuya, I’ll stay for breakfast!”

Chuuya smiled.. Maybe this week wasn’t so bad after all.

#ask #squid inks #beloved mutuals #bringing fluff to the angst war <3

[a-strange-inkling]

Day 7: Exchanging Gifts

Chicago, Illinois 1986

He wakes to sweet, featherlight kisses being pressed to his parted lips, making him gently stir, thick, heavy lashes fluttering open.

“Good morning,” she whispers when he just makes her out in the dark kaleidoscope haze.

“Mmm…” he moans softly, blinking to clear his vision, managing to capture her bottom lip between his teeth from muscle memory, tugging her back when she starts to pull away.

She laughs, giving him a proper kiss.

“Is it even morning yet?” he croaks as he stretches, back popping, careful not to knock any blankets down. The heat in the building has been out for the last two nights and they’ve survived by double layers, flannel sheets, shared body heat, and May’s old quilts (yeah, alright, as usual Wayne was right).

He gets his bearings, tucking closer to her for more warmth and to avoid falling off the edge behind them. They must have fallen asleep on the couch admiring their Christmas tree lights. He cranes his neck ever so slightly over his shoulder and spies the red numbers flashing above the television through one half opened eye.

12:02

“God, sweetheart, we’re starting a little early, aren’t we?” he yawns loudly, snuggling his head back down against the throw pillow before feeling something solid and rectangular sliding up his chest, coming to rest just under his nose.

He squints down with somewhat crossed eyes to see a small package wrapped neatly in brown paper and tied off with a dainty little string. His brows furrow.

“Merry Christmas!” she whisper-squeals.

Tired as he is, he can’t help but smile as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “Can’t this wait for daylight?” he breathes a raspy chuckle, but still he shifts upward to prop his shoulders against the armrest. Shit, it’s cold. Any untouched surface feels like ice.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she tells him, resting her head against his collarbone, a whole galaxy of stars dancing in her eyes. “Your birthday already passed when we were in the hospital, so I’ve had to wait months to give this to you.”

“You’ve held off giving this to me for months?” he asks, significantly more awake now as he spins the gift around in his hands, giving it a shake.

“Yes, and I’ve had to keep it hidden too!” she adds.

He wonders how she’s managed that with them living on top of one another for the better part of a year, sharing his room in the trailer and now their tiny apartment. “Damn, what is it?”

She just wiggles against him, giving him a wide toothy smile. She’s so fucking excited, it’s adorable.

“Hmm… not even a hint?” he gives it a knock. Wooden? Hollow?

“Nope!” she says. “You’ll just have to open it to see!”

“It’s… way smaller than what I got you by the way.” he points out teasingly as he tugs the string loose, thinking of the acoustic guitar he had custom made for her that’s still hidden in the back of the van. “But, you know, that’s okay. I won’t hold it against you.”

“I have found that it is the small everyday deed of ordinary folks that keep the darkness at bay.” she recites with an adorable British accent.

“Baby, I’ve told you it’s dangerous to quote Tolkien to me while we’re in bed.” he snickers, tearing the bottom fold open to reach in and pull out a sage-green covered book. A familiar title stares back at him, written in dark letters.

“Thought it was an appropriate tie in.” she giggles.

He smiles brightly, turning it over. “Hey, hey, the Hobbit! Fucking A! What a cool copy too!”

…To go along with his other three. Yeah, it’s admittedly a little underwhelming, what with her waking him up at midnight and for her to be nearly shivering with anticipation, but it’s still really sweet.

It’s pretty sick too, with the dragon crawling along the bottom and the Misty Mountains bordering the top with the sun and the moon.

He leans over and pecks her lips. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome!” she chimes happily as he begins to page through it.

His smile falters after he turns over the front cover and then the map, squinting in confusion, just barely being able to make out the publication date.

“Wait…” he turns to switch on the lamp above them to see better, illuminating the small room in a muted orange glow.

1937

“Um, this…” he frowns down at her before he studies the publishing house information.

No way.

No fucking way.

“This is…” he nearly chokes. “Christina Elizabeth, do you realize that this is a fucking first edition!?” he exclaims at a concerningly high octave, hands beginning to shake.

She just nods slowly, beaming away.

“Where the hell did you…?” God, he might be having heart palpitations. “Honey, there’s only like fifteen hundred of these in existence!” he wheezes out, voice trembling.

He meets her gaze and her eyes are still twinkling far too knowingly for comfort. “Turn the page over.”

“…Why?” he whispers nervously, but doing as she says. “What’s on the other…”

His breathing hitches with a squeak, eyes bugging out of his head as he sees the inky, indented signature of a name that has gotten him through some of the darkest moments of his life.

May you always find joy in your journey, friend. - J.R.R. Tolkien

“That…” he squeaks, his voice rising from the pitch of a little girl’s to one he’s certain only dogs can hear. “That’s his handwriting, Chrissy, he touched this! That’s his signature! He held this in his hands!!”

“Do you like it?” she asks.

“Like it!?” he nearly shrieks. “Chrissy, this is like my bible! Where did you get this?”

“My grandad met him at Oxford while he was abroad and he signed it for him.” she explains wistfully. “He gave it to me for my thirteenth birthday, he wasn’t doing well then and wanted me to have it before he died… It was one of the things I was able to get out of my room before I left.”

“Chrissy, listen to me, you can’t… you can’t give this to me!” Eddie locks eyes with her, voice raspy and barely audible. “This… I mean Tolkien died in 1973, baby, do you have any idea what this is worth? And your granddad, I know how special he was to you, you can’t…”

“It’s mine,” she reminds him softly. “I can give it to whoever I want.”

His mouth parts wordlessly, eyes filling with unshed tears, not knowing what to do or say to that. She smiles again, leaning up to kiss his cheek before nuzzling back against him. “Besides, it’s not like it’s going very far away from me.”

After about five full minutes of staring into space, he finally settles back down as much as he can manage, body still somewhat convulsing as he starts to page through the familiar text.

“What do you think is still open right now? You fucking outdid me for life, I have to like… go and buy out Kohl’s to compensate for this.”

“I’d rather you just read it to me for a little while.” she yawns as she kisses his neck.

“I mean, I think I just had a small heart attack,” he replies with a shaky laugh, wrapping an arm around her and kissing the top of her head. “But, I’ll do my best.”

She hums happily, eyes slowly slipping shut.

“No one’s ever given me anything like this before.” he tells her, feeling a single tear run down his face. “I love you, Chrissy.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” he whispers, his heart so full that it aches.

He turns to the first chapter with great care, clearing his throat. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

@hellcheerxmas

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[the-fiction-witch]

Baby Mama

Media Queens Gambit

Character Benny Watts

Couple Benny X Reader

Rating Sweet Af

Concept Pregnancy

I woke up again and checked the clock on the bedside table. It's not even nine am yet. I moved Benny's arm off me and had to bolt out of the bedroom, across the dark apartment and into the bathroom, quickly moving to my knees before I hurled into the toilet. God damn it! Every day with this! I don't know how long I sat wrenching on the toilet floor. But I had a moment of respite, leaning my head on the soft toilet roll in the holder on the wall, and I saw the light flick on. I glanced back and saw Benny leaning on the door in his kimono and black boxers.

"Again?" He asks

"Yep" I sighed

"Nine days?"

"Two weeks"

"There is no way in hell that it's still that pizza y/n," he says "It should be well out of your system by now, it's well out of mine," he says crossing his arms over his chest

"You didn't have it as bad"

"True. You're going to the doctor"

"Benny no"

"Don't argue with me I'm calling them now"

"No!"

"Alright. I won't call them, if you get up walk into the kitchen and eat some cheese without being sick"

And the word was enough for me to once again hurl into the toilet

"I'm calling them" he sighed going to the phone and all I could do was lean my head on the toilet seat trying desperately to stop my stomach from killing itself.

I sighed sitting in the vile-smelling waiting room that had a putrid scent in the air of sickness and bleach, people around the room coughing, sneezing and wheezing. I had now been back and forth to the doctor four times for various tests and finally today they called and told us they knew what was wrong and that we needed to come in as soon as possible. "Couldn't they just tell us over the phone" I complained tugging my little white glove up my wrist so less skin contacted the arm of the chair,

"Well it's probably serious," Benny answered beside me with one of his chess books on hand to pass the time "What do you have against doctors anyway? Every time you come here I've had to drag you kicking and screaming" he chuckled "A couple of times literally"

"I don't enjoy being poked and prodded"

"Knowone likes it y/n, but there is something wrong with you else it wouldn't have taken so many tests" he says flicking to the next page

"I think it's a poorly tummy"

"They wouldn't call you in for that y/n it's something serious and you know it"

"Maybe it's food poisoning"

"Maybe"

"What do you think?"

"I have my theory"

"Ohh enlighten me then chess boy?" He didn't answer me simply looked at me I looked back questionably and he glanced at my stomach "I'm not pregnant Benny"

"How do you know?" He chuckled going back to his book

"Because I'm just not I know I'm not"

"How do you know that?"

"Because I'd know if I was pregnant, I'd like to feel it in my womb or something"

"You have your theory I have mine"

"Theory requires evidence"

"Go on then, what's your evidence for a now going on three-week tummy ache?"

"We had that really bad takeaway pizza when we got home from Austin, it made you sick and it's made me sick it's just affected me worse than you" I explained, "what do you think is your evidence?"

"We had sex in Austin. A Lot of it."

"We've had sex a lot of places benny, doesn't mean I'm pregnant"

"I still think it's suspicious we had a boatload of fun hotel room sex in Austin and as soon as we get home you start waking up early to throw up."

"I still don't think so"

"Will you be upset, If you are?"

"But I'm not"

"But if you are. We haven't talked about kids"

"I mean I'll be mad at you"

"But will you be upset?"

"... I guess not. I mean natural progression I suppose, we dated, we got engaged, we got married, it makes sense to have some babies" I explained, "how would you feel if I was pregnant?" I asked uncontrollably feeling my stomach

He smiled taking my hand and giving it a soft kiss beside my wedding and engagement ring "I'd be thrilled if you got pregnant."

"Really?"

"Of course, it'll be fun to have some little Watts running around"

"If I'm pregnant"

"I'm pretty damn sure you're pregnant hun, and if you're not I'll make sure you are when we get home" he winked before returning to his book

"If I'm not pregnant you owe me three months of dishes"

"Deal, if your pregnant you owe me a blow job"

"deal" I rolled my eyes a little

They soon called me so I got myself up with my bag

"You want me to come with you?"

"I'll be okay"

"Alright good luck" he smiled kissing me so I headed in to see the doctor he explained the situation giving me a whole booklet of information and a few pamphlets to go over at home I headed back out where I found Benny still deep in his book

"Let's go"

"I'm coming" he answered with a sly smile, shutting his book up and smirking in his usual way as he followed me "So?"

"Shut up" I sighed handing over my information from the doctor as I made the next appointment with the front desk all with a smirking proud Benny beside me.

Once it was all booked she gave me the card I quickly went out to the car pouting as I took my seat and he only smirked more "Shut up"

"I haven't said a word"

"You don't need to I can hear your ego inflating from here"

He smiled and kissed my cheek even if I immediately wiped it off as I was mad at him and clearly to annoy me more he then kissed my stomach before starting the car up

"I hate you"

"Love you too mama"

"Don't you even start" I warn

"Somebody owes me when we get home"

"How did you know?"

"Honestly? Lucky guess."

"I'm pregnant." I said rubbing my stomach uncontrollably "There's a tiny you inside me"

"Aw baby jr" he smirked stroking my leg

"Why did I let you impregnate me?"

"Cause you love me"

"I do love you,"

I sat reading my new notes from the doctor, all the information about this new trimester and all the rules I was still having to live by.

"Eat your soup," Benny told me as he started a new game

"I'm not hungry"

"You don't eat it you have to have more supplements, it's up to you"

"I'm reading"

"About?"

"The thing developing inside me"

"I'd prefer you not call our child a thing y/n"

"I'm not calling it Jr"

"I think it's cute"

I rolled my eyes a moment forcing down the gross healthy soup until nothing was left and he smiled as he finished his game

"Good girl," he says kissing my temple and taking the bowl to the sink

"We still have that grapefruit in the fridge"

"Yeah, you want a slice?"

"No, bring it here"

"Why?"

"Don't ask the pregnant lady questions just do it"

He did as I asked, bringing the whole grapefruit over to me. "There you are, my baby mama." He smiled and I again rolled my eyes, holding the grapefruit in my hand for a while inspecting everything about it "Are you going to eat it?"

"No"

"...then why did you want it?'

"Hold it" I told him and he took it holding it in his hands a little confused

"Right"

"Feel it's size and weight"

"Okay... kinda heavy I guess, Very round"

"That is the size of our child"

"Really?"

"Yep, twenty-two weeks grapefruit"

"Hu, I feel bad about wanting to eat some now"

"Why?"

"Because it's... it's like our little one"

"Benny it's a fruit"

"Are you sure you're at Grapefruit?"

"That's what the doctor says"

He simply sat the fruit against my stomach noticing how much bigger my stomach was

"Well there's fluid and placenta and all my organs" I began but he simply moved the fruit to another part of my stomach where it had enough space to sit without contacting the space the fruit was in before "No."

"Maybe?"

"No, Benny." I warned snatching the grapefruit back and cutting it open to prevent this discussion but he only smirked "Don't even start"

"What's next?" He asks taking some grapefruit

"Corn"

"What is a whole cob of corn?"

"Yep"

"That's a jump isn't it?"

"Babies grow fast benny, a month ago he was a pear"

"What will it be after corn?"

"Eggplant"

"Oooh babies jumping up fast. You want me to get some corn next week so you can compare?'

"No, anything bigger than this is just going to make me panic"

"Why?"

"Because something that size is inside me and it's one way out is a whole that you struggled to get in when we first got married"

"Good point, what is it when the baby comes?"

"A watermelon or pumpkin" I sighed checking my list

"Ohh shit."

"I'm gonna die"

"You're not gonna die, your body is built for this Hun"

"Yeah, but it's not built to do it... comfortably" I complained "Why can't we reproduce like penguins just poop out an egg and walk around with it between my legs for a while if I get annoyed or for stuff to do you can look after it between your legs"

"I know," he laughed. "Would it make you feel better if I went to the store for another grapefruit and wore it under my shirt the rest of this week?"

"Aw no, but that's very sweet Benny" I smiled moving to sit on his thigh and nuzzling into his shirt

"Are you crying?"

"Kinda"

"Aww it's okay, your hormones are all messed up, you're crying a lot these days"

"I can't help it!"

"I know, I know, I didn't mean to be so sweet I made you cry," he Cooes "just like I'm sure that dog yesterday didn't mean to be so cute"

"He was too cute he had such small legs" I cried

"I know Hun I know, his legs were too tiny for his body"

"He waddles everywhere he goes"

"He sure does" he smiled stroking my stomach "Come on Jr stop making your mother all emotional. I've only just learnt how to deal with her she when's not an emotional hormonal wreck"

"Benny!"

"What? I'm reasoning with him"

"Don't be mean to your pregnant wife?" I told him poking him with each word

"Oww oww okay okay, would a bubble bath help?"

"Yes please"

"Alright, I'll run it for you"

I sat listening to some records absentmindedly bringing handfuls of popcorn to my mouth from the bowl resting on my stomach. But I put my hand in and found only an empty bowl so I went to get up to refill it but Benny grabbed my arm from his chair and forced me back down onto the ottoman

"Stop"

"What?"

"You are not refilling that bowl again"

"What? I'm hungry"

"Y/n I have been sitting here with you since you brought your first bowl full of popcorn I haven't finished one chapter in my book and you just finished your fourth bowl"

"I'm hungry for popcorn"

"That's not even a normal serving-size bowl, that's the bowl we use for Halloween candy and Christmas cookies. Please stop, it's terrifying. I feel like I just watched an alien swallow a human"

"But baby wants popcorn"

"I can tell, you don't even like stove-top popcorn."

"I do"

"No, you don't, you used to hate it and said it tasted like cardboard. Why all of a sudden now you're pregnant you wanna eat buckets full of it?"

"I don't know baby likes it" I pouted stroking my stomach

"Does he now?" He sighed returning to his book

"Baby also likes cherry slushies"

"Humm?"

"And chicken nuggets"

"That's nice"

"And chocolate and coconut"

He sighed putting his book down and getting up

"What?"

"I can take a hint" he sighed going and getting his shoes and jacket on coming back to grab his wallet from the table and to give my lips and my stomach kisses "You be good Jr," he told my stomach "No more popcorn and I'll bring my baby mama her cravings"

"Ummm thank you Benny" I smiled "Maybe bring a hot dog too?"

"Maybe we'll see. Be good or I'll bring you nachos with cheese"

"Oohh" I gulped immediately stopping myself from hurling

"You loved cheese before you got pregnant"

"Don't. Use. That. Word. Benjamin" I warn

"Alright back soon," he says before heading out I just relaxed often glancing at the corner of the apartment Benny was slowly turning into the nursery even if most of it was still in pieces soon enough he returned given he was only going to the 24hr convenience down the street

"Yay! Daddy's home"

"Daddy brought mummy some nice things that hopefully will make Jr very happy" he chuckled kicking his shoes off hanging his jacket and bringing the bag to the small living room table slowly unpacking it "Extra large cherry slush, two boxes of the chicken nuggets, a freshly cooked hot dog he made it special because I told him you wanted one, some coconut and chocolate candy bars, some of that lime gum I know you didn't say it but you'll want it later and another stove top popcorn but you're not having this till next week" he warns

"Ummm thank you Benny" I smiled, giving him a hug and a kiss, quickly grabbing a nugget or two "How'd you get a fresh hot dog?" I asked sipping my slushie

"I'm getting to know the guy in there now, never really used to go there. Except for the odd emergency now I seem to be going every other day. And I've told him your pregnant so he likes to make sure you get a fresh hot dog and the good nuggets" he explained grabbing something else from the bag

"Hey? You got wings?"

"I had to walk there I got something for myself too"

"I'll trade you two nuggets for a wing"

"No. There the spicy ones you don't like them"

"That was intentional wasn't it?"

"Yes, y/n you're heavily pregnant you eat everything. The only thing I've been able to have to myself is... the unmentionable cow product and that's only because the smell, taste or mention of it makes you retch. I want something that's just for me"

"Sorry Benny"

"It's fine Hun, Baby likes to sample lots of foods" he smiled so we sat and ate "Slow down you're going to make yourself sick"

"But I'm hungry"

"I know just slow" he reminds "Did... did you just dip a nugget in your slushie?'

"....no"

"That one of those weird cravings again? Like when you insisted I put honey on your fried eggs, or when I caught you stirring your tea with a banana?"

"Maybe"

"Let me try"

"No"

"Let me try I'm curious"

I sighed but took a nugget and gave it a good dunk in the slushie before handing it over and he took a fairly brave bite

"Oh my god, that's disgusting. What is wrong with Jr that he wants to eat this?"

"I don't know, but I didn't hear you complaining when I was craving just the cookie part of Oreos."

"No, because I got to eat like six boxes worth of Oreo cream without a single cookie in my way. One of the best days of my life" he says and I glared "After our wedding of course" he smiled "What are you doing?"

"Melting the candy bar"

"Why?'

"I wanna put the chocolate and coconut on my hot dog"

"...Jr I am so so sorry for this, your baby mama has lost it"

"He wants it" I argued

I hummed to myself as I shuffled around the concrete floor in my fluffy slippers, my body covered in the only thing I was able to wear anymore, my small sleeveless boatneck white and black mini dress. The fabric is just black with white flowers across it. I hated the dress. I felt like it looked like curtains or a tablecloth but it was the only fabric I could find at the store good enough to use for my maternity dress pattern. My stomach caused the dress to look very tent-like as it pressed against the fabric. I passed around slightly humming to myself one hand stroking my bump and the other holding my biscuit as I nibbled at it slowly.

"Y/n, the doctor said you should get exercise. I'm not sure he meant pace around the apartment all day" Benny spoke as he sat up at the table in his usual jeans black shirt and green button down the calendar beside him and a pile of mail on the other side as he slowly went through everything giving me that look.

"How about you take me someplace then," I said back finishing my biscuit and brushing some crumbs off my dress

"I try, every time I take you anywhere all you do is complain" he sighed "My feet are swollen, my back hurts, and I'm gonna throw up"

"My feet are swollen" I complained "and my back does hurt"

"You gonna throw up?"

"No, but give it time I just had a biscuit"

"I thought you could eat them without being sick?"

"So did I" I sighed

He sighed a moment getting up and coming to try and cuddle me, however, my bump prevented us from having much of a cuddle as it was like trying to hug with a watermelon between us "You're causing your mother problems you know that Jr?" He says stroking my bump I smiled a little seeing how excited benny got stroking my stomach leaning back a little with my hands on my waist so he could enjoy it for while and immediately after he spoke up the baby started kicking I did my best to grit my teeth and just bare it, I know people always describe a baby's kick as a beautiful cute thing but it hurts, the only thing that made it better was seeing Benny's wide smile as he always got so excited whenever he got to feel the baby kicking

"He'll cause even more problems when he's born. At least for now, he's quiet"

"aww, I know kiddo, just calm down a little bit okay? For daddy?" He asked and the kicking died down a little "Good boy" he smiled, kissing my bump and then my forehead "You think you can keep down tea?"

"I hope so, can't I have a coffee?"

"No coffee, doctors orders remember," he says going to make us some tea "ooh almost out of milk" he says

And the second I heard those words I felt it was "uhhhh Benjamin!" I yelled making him jump looking at me and realizing his mistake

"Ohh shit. Sorry Hun It just kinda slipped out"

"Bring me some kitchen towel" I sighed and he happily brought me over some kitchen towel so I could clean up and then stuff my bra to prevent any future leaks, "uh he's stretching those legs today" I sighed as I felt moving and pushing inside me

"Maybe he's got a cramp? Can imagine it's getting a little stuffy in there for him"

"Like to see you say that when it's your internal organs he's playing kickball with"

"Come here" he smiled going behind me

"What are you up to?"

"A surprise"

"I don't know last time you were behind me and gave me a surprise I ended up pregnant"

"Have a bit of faith in me"

"No"

"Trust me as a husband" he laughs so I sighed and allowed whatever it is he wanted to do his hands came around my waist and for a moment I was convinced he wanted at my boobs again as he had found quite a love for them since I got pregnant, but he moved his hands down gently cupping my stomach from below and lifting it gently and slowly for a few moments taking the weight off my stomach and of the baby off my back and my hips holding the weight in his hands

"Aah that's nice" I smiled leaning in his chest a little and moving my arm back to play with his hair

"That feel good?"

"Very good"

"That makes my baby mama feel better?" He asks and I nodded "Okay, I can hold the baby as long as you want me to"

"Umm thank you, Benny"

"You're welcome" he smiled kissing my head

"Where did you learn this?"

"Pregnancy magazine"

"You read them?"

"When you have little naps yeah? I need to know, don't I?"

"I suppose so, I didn't think you cared"

"Of course, I care, you're my wife, that's our baby," he laughs "Of course I care, I'm just not great socially and pregnant ladies are even harder you randomly cry and leak and god knows what else it makes things hard and confusing when your me"

"It's okay Benny, it's still a really sweet thought. You're gonna make a really good daddy"

"You think so?"

"I'm sure of it"

"I know you're going to be an amazing mother" he smiled "You ready for me to let go?"

"Five more minutes?"

"Absolutely" 

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