#Wattpad is only okay in some cases

[aiakosm]

I’ve never watched a single movie of Harry Potter nor have I read a single word from the books. So, whatever version of Draco that fanfic writers have collectively agreed to write him as is the version I know. And that version is a sassy, dramatic, funny, and pessimistic person who needs a hug at times.

I’ve only read one fic where it’s Draco’s pov of Tom Riddle and Harry Potter getting together (tomarry if you will) and it was very funny.

Because he’s like ‘this is literally Voldemort, the guy that killed your parents, what are you doing?’ And Harry’s like ‘he might be very manipulative and charming and psychopathic but he isn’t so bad now and he’s very hot so who cares!’

Don’t ask me the name, I don’t know it. But I will be needing more fics of Draco and Harry going back in time and Draco watching Harry get together with the same man that caused a whole big war years later and practically ruined Harry’s life. Throw in a rare-pair Draco ship as a treat.

[aftersunsz]

WHAT TO EXPECT (SIDNEY CROSBY)

summary: Sidney starts to notice some new unusual changes with his wife. He’s no doctor, but he thinks he knows what’s going on. (Sidney Crosby x OC)

what to expect series

warnings: pregnancy

an: hi! this is my first time writing on tumblr. i recently stopped writing on wattpad so i thought i would give tumblr a try :) thanks for reading! also i kind of want to make dad!sidney a series so if you have any requests for dad!sidney, send them in!! also i tried to make this as accurate as possible (i looked through many articles and watched videos and asked my sister about her pregnancies 😭) so if there’s any inaccuracies, i do apologize for those!!

Vivien has been with Sidney for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, losses and wins. It was only a month after the Penguins won the Stanley Cup in 2016 that she and Sidney finally said I do to each other, now sharing a last name. They were in no rush to have children, but they knew it would eventually happen and if it did, then they would be more than happy.

It all started with waffles.

Vivien was sound asleep—until suddenly, her stomach twists with hunger. She sits up, confused. She never woke up in the middle of the night for food. Ever. She glanced at the clock.

2:41 a.m.

Still, her body is insisting. So, she pads down the hall barefoot, slipping on a sweatshirt and heads to the kitchen. Soon, the smell of waffles fills the house as she stands in front of the waffle maker, flipping them carefully. It didn’t taken long for her husband to notice she was gone. Sidney could hear the sound of running water and pots and pans bumping against each other. So he climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen where he found her pouring waffle batter onto the waffle maker.

“What are you doing?” he mumbles, voice heavy with sleep.

Vivien barely glances at him. “Making waffles,” she says casually. “I woke up starving.”

He looks at the clock on the stove. “It’s 2 AM, baby.”

“I don’t know, I just got hungry,” she sighed and took the waffle out when it was ready. “go back to sleep, i’ll be there soon.”

“I sleep better with you. Now, hand me one of those.”

At the time, neither of them thought much of it. It was just a simple case of midnight cravings. Only in her case, it was much more than craving waffles.

—

It’s September and the house is warm. And Vivien? She had made herself a little nest in the living room couch, surrounded by a plethora of blankets and pillows and yet, she were still cold. It was then that Sidney walked in from practice.

“Are you okay?” He asked, approaching his wife and her bundle of blankets.

She look up with a glare. “I’m freezing. Are you sure the heat is on?”

He frowned. “It’s seventy two in here.”

“It feels like I just got hit by an iceberg.” She adjusted the blankets over her body.

“Okay, Titanic, scoot. I heard my cuddles are the warmest.” He took off his shoes and started lifting up Vivien’s blankets then wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

“Oh yeah? Who told you that? Flower? Geno?”

—

It only took an afternoon nap for Sidney to start noticing that there was definitely something wrong with his wife. She never naps. Ever. But recently, after work or running errands, Vivien immediately falls asleep the second her body hit the couch or bed. She weren’t against naps, but she just never took them.

It was one afternoon when Sidney arrived home to find her asleep on the couch. The TV was still on playing some show that was long forgotten, a barely eaten granola bar on the coffee table. He approaches the couch and crouched down so he could take a look at his sleeping wife. His hand reaches up to Vivien’s cheek and strokes it leading to her slowly waking up. He didn’t mean to do that.

“Hi.” She smiled weakly at him.

“Hi,” he smiled back. “The bed is more comfortable.”

“I think I might stay here for the night. I’m too tired to move,” she replied, sighing deeply. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Sid. I’m tired.” She admits.

“We’ll find out together. I promise you’re going to be okay.” He pressed a light kiss to her forehead.

—

After a couple of weeks, it seemed like she had cut back on afternoon naps. Now, she was angrier than usual. It was always something setting Vivien off. Unfolded laundry, the alarm clock going off, Sidney sitting too close to her . . Speaking of Sidney. .

Vivien walked into the shared bedroom with a glass cup in hand, fuming at the fact that Sidney had left it sitting on the counter. He had stepped into the bedroom to change his sock after he accidentally spilled some water on the floor and he had stepped in it. Nobody likes wet socks after all. He was just about to leave when she had barged in.

“Do you know where this goes?” She held the glass up to show him.

“In the dishwasher?” He looked like a boy being scolded by his mother.

“And why wasn’t it in there? Do I have to do everything in this house?” Vivien placed the glass on the nightstand so he had to bring it back to the kitchen. Without hearing him out, she walks away.

“I wasn’t done with it . .” He mumbled to himself. He definitely didn’t want to piss her off more. Sidney mentally made a note about her sudden anger. Midnight waffle cravings, being too cold, afternoon naps and now this? yeah, something was up.

—

It only continued from there. The couple was getting ready for bed, Sidney had just finished drying his hair from his shower while Vivien was brushing her teeth. It came fast, the sudden urge to gag. As soon as Sidney heard, he was right beside her. Vivien had gagged so hard that she had to sit on the toilet seat to steady herself.

“Hey, hey . . . I got you.” Sidney held her body close as she coughed.

“The toothpaste is disgusting.” Was all she could say.

“The toothpaste? The same brand you’ve been using for six years?” He asked. There was never any problem with the brand before. . Why now?

“It’s awful, Sid.” She wiped the bit of toothpaste she had from corner of her mouth.

“We can change it. It’s okay. We’ll go out tomorrow to the store.” He assured her.

That same night, she had complained about the dryness in her mouth. Despite drinking a whole water bottle, it felt like a desert in her mouth.

—

It was after a Penguins game that Sidney’s theory was finally confirmed. Vivien was talking with Fluery, Sidney by her side holding her hand. Vivien thought he had gotten really touchy in the past few weeks, she didn’t mind of course. (Yet.)

Sidney was in the middle of talking when she tilted her head and suddenly squinted, nose crinkling just a bit. Then she took a very deliberate sniff in Marc-Andre’s direction.

“Is that . . . lavender?” She asked, eyebrows raised.

Fluery lit up when she immediately took notice. “Yes! It’s my new detergent! You like it?”

She smiled. “It’s nice. Calming. I smelled it the second you walked over.” Sidney blinked. He didn’t say anything—just tightened his hold on her hand slightly.

After a little more chatting, she leaned toward Sid and whispered, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” He nodded, hand ghosting over the small of his wife’s back as she slipped away.

The second the door closed behind Vivien, Marc-André turned to Sid with a knowing look. “Do you know?” he asked, voice low but playful.

Sidney straightened. “Know what?” he replied carefully.

Fluery gave him a face. “Sid. Come on. I’m a father. I know the signs.” He gestured vaguely. “She smelled my shirt, man.”

“I knew I wasn’t crazy!” Sidney let out a sigh of relief. “The naps, the midnight cravings, the mood swings! She cried because we were out of the good peanut butter. And she absolutely hates my deodorant now. She’s been chewing ice and steals my hoodies when it’s seventy degrees out! Her toothpaste makes her gag, man, it makes her gag!”

The goaltender laughed softly, but his expression shifted as he looked toward the bathroom door.

“You know,” he said, gentler now, “it’s probably already been rough for her. Those early months can be hard.”

Sid nodded slowly. “I’ve noticed. She’s been tired a lot. Snapping at stuff that never used to bother her. And I keep asking if she’s okay . .” He let out a breath. “She’s not okay.”

“That’s when daddy sid comes in to the rescue.” He playfully punched Sidney’s shoulder.

Sidney was about to protest about the new nickname but then it settled in. Someone was going to call him dad. Sidney ran a hand down his face and exhaled. “I’m gonna be a dad. Holy shit.”

“The best thing ever.” Fluery grinned.

Sidney shook his head in disbelief, the corners of his mouth pulling into a stunned smile. “Viv’s going to be a mom. She’s gonna be so good at it.”

“You both will be.”

[channelisuneh]

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘—a brief rundown of you and paige's history

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒—singer!reader, angst (i guess), sexual innuendos, miscommunication, use of y/n (trust i'll get better at writing the summaries)

𝐏.𝐒. this is my original work, just copy and pasted off of my wattpad so if you see the name naiva anywhere that's why 💃🏾

𝐘/𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 were the perfect couple. they met in y/n's first year at UConn which happened to be paige's second. they quickly found a friend in each other and it moved from there.

sometimes they bonded over music since naiva was friends with some of paige's favorite artists and because the blonde actually knew how to sing. a little.

other times they talked about basketball because it was a sport that ran in both of their families and y/n's younger cousin so badly wanted to go to uconn.

soon, their relationship developed from friends to girlfriends which was something a lot of people saw coming. they hung out so much it was a surprise that neither of their fan bases knew they were associated with each other.

the only thing connecting them in the public eye was y/n's cousin who ended up going to uconn like y/n said she wanted.

despite having two busy schedules, they worked out perfectly. until they didn't.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 summer around the corner, y/n found herself off campus a lot more. los angeles, houston, chicago- you name it. she wanted nothing more than a nice nap and cookies 'n cream ice cream. instead she was running around like a headless chicken.

"is there no a.c. in here?" valentina wilson, daughter of a retired nba player and one of y/n's best friends, questioned, fanning herself with a paper plate. her and y/n had just met in january and they were surprised they hadn't met earlier considering their girlfriends were best friends.

from the moment they did, they basically combined their trios into a friend group. "no deadass. i'm dying." she muttered. "it's just nerves, let's get you two seated." danny reassured, ushering the two girls away from the treat filled table and towards their seats where three other people sat.

"i'm seated in the back so i'll see you two in a little while." the ginger man didn't wait for their response before jogging towards his seat. "we should've stayed in connecticut." y/n muttered as a woman walked onto the stage.

"hey, congrats on the nominations." a girl spoke to her and valentina across from y/n. flashing a nervous smile, she said thank you as did val before going silent once the women began to speak.

"good evening everyone. thank you for joining us for our 24th annual women in arts award show. i'm your host candace stevens-." the woman continued speaking but y/n slightly drowned it out as her phone vibrated, indicating she had received a text.

a smile replaced the confused expression as she saw a text from her girlfriend. "i know you're not looking at those award predictions again." valentina spoke lowly once she saw the glare of light coming from the girl's phone.

"i'm not." she stated, turning the phone slightly so her friend could see that she was in fact texting paige. "in that case, i'd rather you be looking at award predictions. you can text her later, tell her you're busy right now!"

"okay, just let me respond to this last text." her fingers glided across the screen before she turned her phone off, placing it back in her lap.

but paige would be just as busy. she found herself at the WNBA draft about a month later alongside aubrey, azzi, and valentina. they were currently talking to someone who was actually thirty five despite looking far from it.

"no, paige up here tryna lie about her age!" aubrey laughed as she'd told the woman she was twenty six. "you heard her. we're just youngins." valentina shrugged. "you're the youngest out of all of us!" paige called out making the dancer wave her off.

"i'm gonna go find serenity." she spoke, mostly to azzi who nodded. "why? so you won't be the youngest one over here?" the blonde questioned. "alright peppa, calm it down." the three basketball players laughed as valentina walked away.

as they began to talk amongst themselves and to people around them, paige's phone dinged with a notification. she'd promised herself that she'd keep her phone up unless she was taking a photo or video or if it was absolutely necessary, so she spared her screen a quick glance to see who it was.

y/n's contact sat above the new message notification and the blonde found herself stuck on answering the message and letting it sit until they left the draft. silently, she turned her phone off before stuffing it into her purse. "are you not gonna text her back?" azzi questioned, making paige jump slightly.

"jesus, you scared me.

the curly haired girl didn't respond, only squinting as she waited for her friend's answer. "i was gonna text her when we leave from here." paige informed. "we're going to the after-party once we leave here." azzi reminded the girl who just nodded.

"well, she knows i'm busy. she'll understand." she stated. "it takes two seconds to let her know you're alive, p!" paige simply waved her friend off.

that's how most of their summer went. short moments whenever they were in the same city that lasted three hours max and hours- sometimes days- without contact. at times it felt weird to not be able to speak to one another, but they were two busy people with two completely different careers.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 was fine until the end of august. they were both still fairly busy but paige had took a free day to surprise y/n who had no clue. her day was spent with valentina at a dance studio which lasted hours.

after they'd finished their time there, y/n found herself helping val pack to go spend a couple days with azzi which took another hour of her time. earlier that day, paige had told y/n to call her when she got back to her hotel room and the girl told her it would be a little after six when she did.

it was well after eight when y/n stepped into the hotel room and to say she was excited to see her girlfriend would understatement of the year.

dropping her bags, she ran to the girl who now stood feet away. "paige!" she screamed happily, jumping onto the taller girl who was upset but nonetheless caught her. "hey babe." she answered monotonously, but y/n was so excited she barely noticed it.

"when'd you get he- are you okay?"

"honestly? no." paige spoke truthfully. "oh. what's wrong?" she asked as paige set her down before taking a step back. "you're what's wrong." she stated, but quickly regretted it when she saw the way y/n's face scrunched up.

"not like that. it's just- you were supposed to be here two hours ago and you haven't been answering my texts or calls." paige listed. "i'm sorry, but i didn't know you were coming and i was busy. i ended up having to stay an extra hour with val at the studio and then i helped her pack because she's going to visit azzi."

"you couldn't at least respond and let me know?" she retorted. "i didn't see you calling and it slipped my mind to let you know." y/n reasoned getting nothing but a scoff out of paige who moved towards the couch to grab her phone.

"paige, it's not that big of a deal. plus it's not like you haven't done the same thing before." she shrugged making her girlfriend laugh dryly. "really?"

"yes! there have been times where we didn't speak for days and now the one time i'm the cause of it, it's a problem?" she questioned. "well it's not like you made an effort to ever reach out!" paige exclaimed.

"because the one time i did, you still didn't respond!" y/n argued. "that was one time-" "what would be the point of trying again if nothing is gonna change paige?" she questioned.

neither of them could tell you how after a few more minutes of arguing and a few shed tears, they ended up tangled together in the soft sheets of the large hotel bed. paige's fingers ran through y/n's hair as they clinged to each other, refusing to let go because they knew what would come next.

"if that's how you feel then why are we even together?" paige shouted. "you know what? i don't fucking know." y/n responded, stepping closer to the girl who easily towered her even though she was average height. "right. i'm done y/n!"

"fan-fucking-tastic because i can't do this shit anymore!" the both of them spoke before the words could process in their brain. "this shit? you mean a fucking relationship?"

"no, i mean the constant neglect and distance whenever something doesn't go your way paige!" y/n corrected. "you do the same shit to me! anytime something goes slightly bad, you push me away."

words they spoke just two hours ago that they couldn't take back. y/n's wet tears hitting paige's chest was enough to snap her back to reality. "y/n/n. we gotta talk." she spoke up, her voice raspy which could've been from the silent crying she'd been doing minutes ago or the loud screaming from their previous activities.

the smaller girl glanced up at the other, "yeah." she said silently before moving off of the tall girl. as they sat up and turned towards each other, they knew what was next.

"i really don't wanna do this," paige started, looking down at her hands that were shaking ever so slightly you'd think she was shivering. "but, i think we should break up." in that moment, the blonde wished she could cut her own tongue off or turn back time.

everything in the moment felt unreal, but she knew it was once y/n nodded. "yeah. that seems best for the both of us right now." she spoke, although her mind was telling her to speak up on her actual thoughts. silently, paige nodded. "i should probably get going."

this time, y/n nodded even though she wanted nothing more than for her to stay. "i'll walk you out." she insisted. and with that, they silently got dressed before exiting the room.

the two of them reached the door quicker than anticipated, feeling overly awkward, fighting the urge to say text me when you get home and i'll call you tonight. "so, um-" "i love you." y/n blurted out quickly once the blonde went to speak.

paige sat quietly as she looked at her making y/n turn away from her, suddenly finding the coffee mug on the counter extremely interesting. "i love you too." she said breathlessly. those four words was all it took for naiva to start crying once again.

"'m sorry." paige muttered, feeling her own eyes start to water as she pulled the girl into a hug. nothing else mattered in that moment to them as they squeezed each other as if they'd slip away.

as if they had read each other's minds, a soft kiss was initiated by the both of them, lasting a few seconds too long to feel like closure. "i have to go, i'm sorry." paige stepped back from the teary eyed girl who felt like a heavy weight was on her shoulders, stopping her from reaching out to the girl.

instead she just nodded once again, watching as paige grabbed her phone and bag off the counter hurriedly and left, shutting the door gently behind her.

just two hours away was azzi and valentina who were having the time of their life despite it being the middle of the night. at the moment they were waiting for y/n to answer the phone so they could show her what they had just discovered- which was the fact that val was strong enough to put the basketball player on her shoulders.

"please, don't drop me." azzi called out for what felt like the hundredth time. "i'm not! have faith in me." y/n accepted the call after a few seconds, but valentina was too far back to notice her tear stained face. "look!" she smiled widely as azzi waved.

thankfully azzi was wearing her glasses for once so she could see their friend. "are you crying?" she questioned making valentina squint to see her friend was in fact in tears.

"oh my gosh, one second!" she called out, squatting down so her girlfriend could get off her shoulders before the two of them rushed over to the phone. "what's wrong, babe?" valentina questioned receiving a quick side eye from her girlfriend.

"babe?" azzi repeated. "i call everybody that!" she exclaimed looking over at the taller girl. "well find something else to call everybody!" valentina just shook her head, "the couch is sounding real comfortable. what's wrong y/n/n?" she asked again, looking over at azzi who smiled once she heard the girl call her by her actual nickname instead.

"we broke up." y/n spoke up, her voice faltering as she tried to speak as calm as possible. "who? you and paige?" the girl nodded as azzi's phone began to ring. "it's her." she spoke lowly although y/n could still hear her.

"why'd you guys break up? i thought things were going good!" valentina questioned as she moved a few feet away from azzi who was now in the same predicament as her.

"hey p." she answered, trying to sound normal. "we broke up azzi." the blonde spoke quickly, sniffling. "wait, what? why?" the girl responded if she didn't know. "we got in an argument- i regret it so bad, i don't know what to do."

valentina looked over at azzi who was already glancing at her. what was once a long night, turned into a long week, and they now were going on a month. their friends thought if only they weren't so damn stubborn. but they thought they should've just held each other while they still could.

[samcrosfaith]

LITTLE MUNCHKIN

Happy Lowman x fem!oc (Bobby's daughter)

summary; Nola finally gives birth to their baby and Happy realizes immediately that it doesn't matter that he isn't the biological father (Nola's abusive ex is). This is a chapter from one of my fanfics on Wattpad called DAYLIGHT in case you wanna check it out. Or maybe I'll even post it here if enough people would be interested! 🤎

warning; this is pure fluff and super soft Happy. 🥰

HAPPY CURSED UNDER HIS BREATH as the cars rushed past him while he stood on the side of the road. After feeling his phone vibrate, he immediately pulled over to call Bobby back, who then told him that the baby was hereᅳ and he was still two hours away from Charming.

He hadn't taken a single break in between, the eight hours on his bike were clearly wearing on his nerves, never knowing if he would make it in time. Even he knew that a birth can take anywhere from twenty minutes to over a day.

Part of him was glad that Nola didn't have to wait for him in pain any longer, but his guilty conscience was gnawing at him. He should've stayed in Charming, like his gut had told him. But Jax needed him, it wasn't like he had a choice.

With a frustrated grunt, he put his phone back in his pocket, slipped his sunglasses back on and mounted his bike to finally head to Charming. There was nothing he could do, all he could do was drive faster and try to avoid the traffic as best he could so he could finally see Nola and the baby.

Knowing that both of them were okay at least eased his worries a little and allowed him to breathe again, his muscles slowly relaxing on the road.

Still, he would've wanted to be there to see their little girl being born, to hear her first cry.

ᅳ

AFTER ONLY AN HOUR Happy was crossing the halls of St. Thomas, every step fast and heavy.  Nurses and other visitors silently got out of his way when they saw the grim expression on his face, although that was just Happy's faceᅳ probably his Kutte played a role too.

When he finally got from the white, depressing hallways to the more colorful one, which meant he was on the right ward, he finally felt some calm wash over him, a sense of relief. And yet he was nervous, nervous about what it would be like to finally see the little girl he and Nola had been waiting for.

How would he feel? Would he feel anything at all? For the first time, Happy felt anxious; afraid that he wouldn't be able to accept and love the little one like he had promised Nolaᅳ it was still Alden's child, as much as he hated to even think about it.

But he didn't have much time to sink further into the spiral of thoughts as Bobby slipped out of one of the rooms and ran a hand over his face and then down his beard. He looked exhausted, but also proud.

"How is she?", was Happy's first question, no hello, nothing, the worry and guilt chiseled into his hard features. "She's pissed? Or can I go in there without getting yelled at"

Bobby chuckled wearily, slapping Happy's shoulder. "No, not at all. She wanted you there, but she doesn't blame youᅳ Nola knew from the beginning that the club always comes first."

"Still, she shouldn't even think like that", the SAA grunted, annoyed with himself. Yes, the club came first, but his priorities had changed and he wanted Nola to know that. "Can I see them?"

"Sure. Nola just fell asleep, the little one's awake but quiet", Bobby told him, bracing his hands against his hips. "I was just going to get a bag for Nola, maybe not a bad idea if someone's there just in case the baby needs something."

"Okay, do that", Happy nodded, his hand already resting on the door handle as he turned back to Bobby one more time. "She look a lot like him?"

Bobby shook his head, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Dark hair, yes. Otherwise she looks like Nola, as if she had stolen her mother's face."

Now it was Happy whose lips formed into a faint smile. "That's good."

And with that, he pushed the handle down and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. As quietly as he could, he crossed the room until he stood next to the bed. With the smallest smile, he looked down at Nola, visibly proud of his Old Lady who looked absolutely beautiful and stunning despite having just pushed out a child.

He timidly brushed back a few blonde strands that had come loose from her low ponytail and bent down to kiss her hair, inhaling her scent before finally taking a look at the small cot on the other side of the bed, catching his first glimpse of the baby.

His pulse was racing with excitement and anticipation as he walked around the bed and rested both his hands on the top railing of the cot. His lungs hitched and he had to swallow hard when he saw the little bundle, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, the baby noises filling his chest with love and pride.

He had never felt so much pride as he did in that moment.

"Hey Munchkin", he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Nice to finally see you."

As the baby looked up at him with curious eyes, opening and closing her tiny fists, a yawn slipped past her lips before she began to fuss, probably just because she wanted to be held.

And that was exactly what Happy did. With care, as if she were made of porcelain, he slid one of his large hands under her tiny head full of dark hair, the other under her back and then scooped her into his arm. Rocking her gently and never once taking his eyes off her, he sat down on the chair that stood against the wall and sighed contentedly.

No one would be able to wipe that proud smile off his face as he looked down at her and rubbed the side of his index finger across her tiny cheek, listening to the soft sounds the girl made as a tiny hand reached for his hand, her grip on his finger tighter than he expected.

Happy swallowed hard, tears of pride burning in his eyes as a storm of emotions brewed inside him. Most of them were positive, mostly pride, unconditional love and joy. But also fear and anger, anger at the man who was lucky enough to be her father.

But the longer Happy looked at the bundle, he knew that the little girl in his arms belonged to him, that it didn't matter who her biological father was. She was his, his little girl that he would, just like her mother, protect with his life.

"What's your name anyway, huh?" Then Happy realized that he had completely forgotten to ask Bobby about the baby's name.

Excitement rushed through his chest as he spotted the pink plastic wrist band around the girl's wrist and scanned it for the name. A big lump formed in his throat as he read the name Nola had chosen for the girlᅳ the name he had suggested two weeks ago when they were sitting in bed eating pizza while brainstorming a name for the little one.

Ruby Elle Munson.

Ruby had been the name that he had come up with, the first one that popped into his mind that he had really liked. And Elle was Nola's mom's name. They both sounded great together in his opinion but it was the fact that Nola chose the name Ruby that really did something to him, coating his eyes again with a layer of unshed tears. Which of course he immediately wiped away with the back of his hand before they could fall.

"So Ruby, huh?", he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "Fits you perfectly, Munchkin."

Happy chuckled at the soft hiccup sounds he got in response, running his large hand over her tiny head, still fascinated by how much hair such a small creature could have.

"You're hungry? But we'll have to wait until your mom wakes up, I think", he croaked down at Ruby, not sure if Nola had chosen to bottle- or breastfed.

"You can feed her if you want, I chose to bottle feed her after the nurse said I didn't have enough milk", Nola explained, her voice still tinged with sleep as she slowly sat up, the happiest smile on her still slightly exhausted looking, pale face. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Happy's head shot up, the man had been too distracted to notice that Nola had woken up. Slowly he stood up, closing the little distance to the bed before settling down on the mattress.

"She's perfect, more than perfect." He placed a hand against Nola's cheek, literally staring at her sincerely after pressing a gentle kiss against her lips. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, babyᅳ you know I would've loved to be there."

"Hey, it's okay", she reassured him with a coo, sliding a little closer to him with a soft groan, which immediately made Happy look up with concern in his dark eyes. "I'm fine, don't worryᅳ just still a little sore", she assured him with a soft hum. "Thanks for coming right away, baby."

"Our daughter was just born, of course I was coming right away, Nola", the SAA grunted deadpanned, slipping his arm behind her back to pull her into his side. "I want you to know that you and Ruby come first, you hear me?"

"Our daughterᅳI like the sound of that", the blonde hummed happily, looking up at Happy with her bright blue eyes, his words meaning more to her than he could ever imagine. "But what about the club? I know how importantᅳ"

Happy quickly cut her off with a kiss he stole from her lips. "I love my club, and yes, I'm always available if they need meᅳ but you and Ruby come first, my priorities have changed, little girl."

As it should be. That didn't mean he wouldn't be there for his club anymore, he would always be there when they needed him. That's what he had signed up for when he joined decades agoᅳ but he had his own little family now and he knew everyone would understand. Not to sound rude, but he didn't want to be like Jax who only saw his sons a few times a week for a few hours because he couldn't find the time otherwise, or like the others who spent their time at the club instead of at home.

He would be there for his Old Lady and their child, not wanting to miss anything Ruby would learn even if that would still take a while. Also, Nola wasn't his maid, he'd make sure to help her around the house enough so she would have the time to just sit down, relax and cuddle with their baby.

"I love you, Lowman", Nola whispered sincerely, biting back a small sob, feelings and hormones still all over the place. "I hope you know thatᅳ and I appreciate everything you do for us."

Happy grunted with a slight nod, placing another kiss on the top of Nola's head as her arm slipped around his waist while she ran her free hand over Ruby's head. "I love you too, little girl, both of you."

"I can tell that she already feels comfortable with you." With a smile, Nola lifted her gaze, kissing the corner of Happy's mouth. "She's completely relaxed in your arms, no fussing and nothing. I know we said we'd see how things would go", Nola paused briefly, nervously chewing on her lower lip. "But in my eyes, you are already her dad, Hap. She belongs to you as much as she does to me."

Nola would probably never know how much her words really meant to Happy. For a moment he was even too emotionally moved to just stare at her and swallow hard instead of answering.

After a long moment of silence, he squeezed her arm, his gaze wandering from her to Ruby. "I know she's mine, it just feels right."

"So..does that mean that you'd like to take on the role of her dad right away?" Nola lovingly nudged his arm with her shoulder, smiling proudly. "She's going to be a daddy's girl, I just know it."

Happy chuckled, nodding his head slightly. "I hope so, she's already got me wrapped around her little finger."

"Mhm..me too, apparently that's already her first talent", Nola replied with a broad grin before she snuggled back into his side and exhaled contentedly.

And Happy enjoyed the moment to the fullest, both of his girls in his arms. That's what it felt to be rich. No amount of money in the world could replace this.

[radioactivatedspider]

She Is His Home.

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Pairings; Beau Arlen x reader

Genre; fluff, romance

Warnings; none

Summary: Beau's nervous to ask yn to marry him after only 3 weeks of dating, his daughter becomes his Wingman.

1381 words

Beau had never been good at sitting still. But there he was—slouched on the couch, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, staring at the floor like it held all the answers.

It didn’t.

It just reminded him he needed to vacuum.

The trailer creaked with the late afternoon wind, the distant sound of two giggling voices carrying from Emily’s room. He could picture it—Y/N sitting cross-legged on the floor beside his daughter, both of them painting each other’s nails some ridiculous bubblegum pink while music played too loudly.

They were inseparable already. Shopping trips. Coffee runs. Hair masks. Y/N had even taken over pickup duty from school without him asking—and sometimes, even from Carla’s. That part alone had once been unimaginable. But now? Emily actually preferred when Y/N picked her up.

It scared the hell out of him.

He loved her.

He loved them.

But they’d only been together a few weeks. A month, maybe. And here he was—seriously, fully, terrifyingly thinking about marriage.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Beau lifted his head and blinked at Emily, who leaned against the kitchen doorway with a knowing smirk. She sipped from her iced coffee like a seasoned adult, despite the sparkly "Hot Mess" sticker on her tumbler.

“You okay?” she asked.

Beau sighed. “Yeah.”

She stared. “Lie again and I’m telling Y/N you ate the last of her pistachio ice cream.”

“…Okay, maybe not totally okay.”

Emily walked over and plopped beside him. “Is it the case you’re working? Or… is it Y/N?”

He hesitated, then murmured, “It’s her. I—I think I want to propose.”

Emily’s eyes lit up. “Shut. Up.”

Beau half-laughed, half-groaned. “It’s too soon, right?”

“I mean, for normal people? Maybe. But you guys? You’re like a Nicholas Sparks novel. She basically lives here already.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face. “What if I mess it up?”

“You won’t. And lucky for you, I am very good at Pinterest boards and fake scenarios. You have a certified Wingman.”

Two Days Later, and he was ring shopping.

The jewelry shop was quiet, the kind of place where everything gleamed a little too brightly and made Beau feel like a bull in a china shop. But Emily stood beside him, arms crossed and completely in her element.

“Nothing too flashy,” he told the jeweler. “She’s simple. Honest. She doesn’t wear a lot of rings.”

He ended up designing one. Thin gold band. Small oval-cut diamond. Delicate engraving inside: Feels like forever.

He had a plan.

He’d cook her dinner. Light candles. Maybe take her outside to the porch afterward. Tell her how much she’d changed his life. How much Emily adored her. How much he adored her.

But that’s not how it happened.

They were tangled up in bed, a tangle of limbs and sheets and soft laughter. Her head rested on his chest, her fingers tracing slow circles across his stomach. The air smelled like her—like lilac lotion and warmth.

He could feel his heart in his throat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved,” she whispered.

And he didn’t think. He just reached for the drawer, pulled out the box, and handed it to her.

Y/N blinked, still breathless, still glowing. “What’s this?”

He sat up, cupping her face, eyes locked with hers. “I was gonna do it the ‘right’ way. Big speech, lights, maybe a guitar if I could remember a damn chord.”

She laughed, teary-eyed already.

“But none of that felt right,” he went on. “Because you’re not about the show. You’re about the real. And this is real. You, me, Em. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

He opened the box.

Y/N gasped.

“Marry me?” he asked, voice quiet but steady.

Tears slipped down her cheeks. “Yes. Yes, Beau.”

She said yes.

Right there—half buried in sheets, skin still warm from his touch, her heart racing for a completely different reason now.

“Yes?” he repeated, still breathless.

Y/N nodded, smiling through the tears. “I love you, Beau Arlen. Of course I’ll marry you.”

He exhaled like he’d been holding that breath for years. They didn’t rush. They didn’t jump out of bed and call everyone or pop champagne. They just laid there—wrapped in each other, in promises and silent gratitude. She held the ring box to her chest for a minute before slipping the ring on, whispering how perfect it was. How he was perfect.

They fell asleep like that—bare, tangled, and engaged.

The trailer, once his fortress of solitude, suddenly felt too small. Too temporary. Every time Y/N bumped her hip on the same kitchen drawer or Emily ran out of space in her makeshift closet, he felt the itch to make a change.

So they did.

Beau found a one-story house just on the edge of town. Nothing fancy—just the right size. Two bedrooms. A cozy kitchen. A front porch he could sit on with a coffee in the mornings and a backyard where Emily could lay out and complain about homework.

Moving day was chaos in the most beautiful way.

Y/N folded throw blankets with a fierceness that made Beau smile. Emily ran between rooms, deciding where to hang pictures and where their collective pile of shoes should go. Beau—new key in hand—stood in the doorway watching them. His girls.

That night, after the last box had been unpacked and they’d christened their new bed with laughter and whispered I-love-yous, Beau found himself standing in the middle of the hallway. The lights were off. The air was still.

This was it.

No more running. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop. He had a wife. A daughter. A life.

Y/N came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her chin between his shoulder blades.

“Happy?” she whispered.

“I didn’t think I could be this happy,” he admitted.

“Good,” she said, kissing his back. “You deserve it.”

So did she.

A few days later, Beau found Emily in her new room, stringing fairy lights around her bookshelf. She looked over her shoulder when he knocked on the door.

“You think it’s too soon?” he asked softly.

Emily dropped the lights and sat on the edge of her bed. “No. I think it’s right.”

He exhaled, grateful.

“I mean,” she added with a grin, “you better not mess it up. She’s way cooler than you.”

“Noted,” he chuckled.

“Also, if I’m not your best man, I’m telling Mom.”

They didn’t do the big wedding. It wasn’t their style.

Instead, it was a warm afternoon in early spring. Just a small clearing by a lake outside town. Emily stood between them holding both their rings, hair curled and a grin so wide it barely fit her face.

Y/N wore a simple white sundress and no shoes. Beau wore jeans, boots, and a gray shirt rolled at the sleeves—his sheriff’s badge tucked in his pocket, not on his chest.

They wrote their vows.

“I didn’t know what peace felt like until you,” he said, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t know a woman could walk into my world and make my daughter laugh like that. Or make me believe in forever again.”

She wiped a tear, then took his hands.

“You and Emily saved me from a life I didn’t even realize I was stuck in. You gave me home. And I’ll never stop showing you how much that means.”

Emily handed them the rings, eyes misty, and whispered to Y/N, “Thanks for loving him right.”

Y/N smiled and kissed her forehead. “Thanks for letting me.”

They said “I do” under a cloudless sky. No frills. No audience. Just a family.

Afterward, the three of them danced barefoot in the grass to an old speaker barely holding a signal. It didn’t matter. They were exactly where they needed to be.

[pastanest]

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: this just might be the steamiest thing I’ve written since I was a 14 year old on wattpad doing god’s work. anyway, merry christmas sluts x

warnings: suggestive but not outright smut, use of petnames, soft!dom Spencer

Orbit

Prison can have longterm effects on a person, regardless of the duration of time spent behind bars. If you were to ask Spencer Reid what aspect of him was impacted most greatly by his sentence, he would tell you it was his brain; more specifically, his ability to think. Now, he finds himself taking 60 minutes to make deductions that previously would have taken him 60 seconds. Time spent locked in a cage has left his mind feeling like it never left; his skull no longer feels metaphorically big enough for him to organize his thoughts, separate them for long enough to distinguish them. The incredibly open mind that Spencer has always had is most often a jumbled, frustrating mess, which only exacerbates the frustration already found there. That is, until you enter a room.

He hasn’t said it to you explicitly, but if anyone asked, Spencer would be unable to deny your innate ability to help him. It’s almost poetic, the way he views you, like you’re the moon to his planet of thoughts; you calm his tides simply by being in his orbit. By existing in his space, you soothe his mind enough to just think, and he’s incapable of ever taking that for granted.

While he can’t spell that out to you without risking mortification over your natural assistance to him with a brain function that should come naturally to him, you are a qualified profiler who has come to understand - in your own way - that Spencer just needs to be around you, sometimes. And he acknowledges that you have an understanding of this, of course. So, when there’s a knock at your hotel room door at 2am, and you scramble out of bed, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and running to the door to find him standing on your doorstep, the surprise that flashes across both of your faces is not something Spencer had predicted.

You are surprised because you can’t help wondering if your thoughts inadvertently summoned Spencer to your doorstep, still wearing his button-up shirt, tie and suit pants that you’d seen him in when working the case together today. On the other hand, Spencer is surprised to find you standing before him wearing nothing more than an oversized t-shirt, from what he can see, alongside the visible signs of you appearing to be…flustered? Your chest rises and falls with heavy pants, your cheeks are flushed, and your pupils are dilated in a way that perhaps only Spencer would notice, but he most definitely notices.

“Spencer! Wh- Come in!” You stumble over your own words, stepping aside to grant him passage into your hotel room.

He strides past you, a firm frown etched on his face. He had thoughts he needed to organize, hence his untimely arrival, but now you have presented him with an entirely new enigma that is his personal mission to crack.

Spencer takes a seat on an armchair in the corner of your hotel room, while you sit on the edge of the bed, notably turned almost completely away from him while you fight to regain some composure; a futile effort, because Spencer has already ruled out exercise (determining you wouldn’t be exercising at this hour or in this room), stress (because he’d have picked up on an irregularity when working alongside you at some point today), and a medical issue (much to your own present demise, you default to him for any questions regarding your health because you trust his expertise) as probable causes, which leads him to a particularly interesting conclusion, in two seconds flat.

“Is everything…okay?” You manage to ask him, and it’s as though you added that shy inflection to your voice just to tick another box on the list in Spencer’s mind, confirming his previous hypothesis without ever intending to.

“Yes, I just needed to think.” What he previously thought he needed to think about is entirely irrelevant now, but he digresses. “Are you…okay?” Spencer returns your question with the same wording, but without the shyness you so graciously included. He’s still making deductions, because he can’t risk acting on his current conclusion until he knows it to be true beyond reasonable doubt.

“Me? Oh, yeah! I’m fine!” You laugh lightly.

Overcompensating, Spencer makes a mental note, ticking another box on the list found in his mind.

A silence settles between you, one that he enforces with purpose. From where he sits in the corner of the room, he watches you like you’re the most fascinating study in human history. Which, he would argue, you are. The way you squirm, aware of Spencer’s gaze on you despite not even looking at him, has him fighting a smirk. There’s a shared awareness in the silence, an acknowledgement of the fact that you and your…chosen activities, are completely exposed to him in this moment, and he’s letting you simmer in that reality for a moment, allowing you time to adjust to that.

The next words Spencer speaks are very carefully chosen, and in that, they knock the air from your lungs.

“What were you thinking about?” The subtext is so clear he could have left the guise of a question out entirely, but there’s an air of respect in that he elects to ignore the access he has to completely embarrassing you. His voice is too quiet for anyone in the next rooms to overhear, so his respectfully tame phrasing is for your benefit, alone, but the answer he’s searching for is clear.

You swallow, hard.

There is no use in lying, not to a man currently counting the microseconds between every breath you take to accurately profile your body’s responses to this interrogation.

“You.”

And never before has Doctor Spencer Reid had a single word eradicate all 187 of his IQ points. It’s as though he can feel them stacking themselves back up in his brain in a frantic, trembling mess. Obviously, that was the answer he had hoped for, but to actually hear you say it goes far beyond any ability he has to accurately predict his own response, particularly when you spoke with a submissive tone that was not possible for him to miss.

5.7 seconds later, when Spencer has regained control over his motor functions, he clears his throat, grateful that you aren’t looking at him to have seen him lose his own composure momentarily.

“Is this the first time you’ve thought of me outside of a professional capacity?” And the award for least seductive means of phrasing an otherwise very erotic question goes to…

In Spencer’s defense, it is much easier for him to speak so formally and from a more analytical standpoint. If he lets his emotions take hold now, he may miss a piece of information from you that could be crucial to maximizing this opportunity for you both.

“No.” You answer, your voice more timid now, barely above a whisper.

In your defense, you wouldn’t even regard it as thinking of Spencer ‘outside of a professional capacity’, because you have a running hypothesis that he’d be a professional in that area of life, too.

Still, Spencer hears the anxiety building in your words - or lack thereof - and what they confess to him. The last thing he wants is to overwhelm you. At least, not like this.

Rising from the armchair he’d been occupying, he takes the few strides necessary to stand in front of you, towering over you while you remain sitting on the edge of the bed, your head hanging in shame.

“How many times?” Spencer’s voice is also quieter now, softer, but it’s far from timid. He’s being gentle with you, but his question is a demand for an answer.

You shrug without meeting his gaze, and Spencer raises an eyebrow down at you.

“Words, baby.”

And those two words are enough to make your breath catch in your throat.

“I-I don’t know, haven’t kept count.” You stammer, heart spluttering in your chest.

“Let me do the math for you, then.” Spencer muses, tucking his hands into his pockets as he observes you with a soft smile and darkened eyes. “When was the first time?”

You gulp.

“Do I have to ask for your words again?” That’s a warning.

“N-No, I’m just trying to think.” You try to defend yourself, your face feeling hot.

“You don’t need to do any thinking right now, baby, that’s my job.” Spencer soothes you. “Was it during your first week with the BAU?” He questions softly.

“…Yes.”

And that ignites Spencer’s synapses.

“From your first day, we were sent on a case that we worked tirelessly on. The first night was spent on the jet, second night you were so exhausted you slept on a couch in the office while I carried on working, third night I had to wake you in your hotel room at 3am due to a development on the case and I could tell you were in REM sleep by then, so you wouldn’t have had time that night, either. That means it was either the fourth night after we met, in your hotel room, or the fifth night after we arrived back home. Do you remember which?” Spencer asks gently, this time crouching down to be eye-level with you, looking at you with what you can only describe as puppy-dog eyes.

“…In the hotel.” You admit bashfully, meeting Spencer’s gaze for just long enough to see a flicker of his resolve crumbling.

You couldn’t even wait until you got back home? Bad girl. But he’ll keep such a notion to himself, for now.

“That’s good, thank you for telling me,” He praises instead, tucking your hair behind your ears from where he crouches in front of you, while you remain seated on the edge of the bed. “And since then, would you say it’s been once a week, or more?”

Your eyebrows furrow at this question, and Spencer is quick to amend it.

“Do those choices for answers not suit you, sweet girl?” He coo’s, watching you fall into a submissive headspace like it’s second nature for you.

“No…Once a week, but not just…one time.” You struggle to say, your voice sounding small, but you’re melting into the sensation of Spencer’s fingertips dancing over your cheek.

“I see,” He muses, trying his best not to reveal the fact that his brain is short circuiting over that information. See? Imagine if he’d rushed into this and missed out on hearing you admit that! He’d have rather been shot. Again.

“How many times is it usually?” This question has piqued Spencer’s interest more than he cares to admit, but he conceals that well.

“…Three.” You breathe.

“And how many times tonight?” His own voice is a whisper now, his fingertips trailing down your neck.

“Two,” You begin to say, and Spencer’s mind is already sounding like a casino with every machine hitting a jackpot in unison, before you add. “…and a half.”

It takes Spencer a solid second, and a second of being solid, to process that.

“I interrupted you?” There’s a huskiness to his voice that was not there before, and when you nod, he clears his throat. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Can I make it up to you?” And while he stands back up to his full height to lean over you, you instinctively fall back against the bed in what appears to be a practiced mating dance between you, despite it being the very first time.

“Can I?” It’s only when Spencer repeats his question that you realize you are yet to respond. In your defense, you had forgotten your own name because of the hazel in his eyes.

“Yes.” No sooner has the breathy word passed your lips, than his lips descended on the side of your neck.

Spencer’s stubble maps a trail down your throat, gently scratching at the skin while his lips leave tingling kisses in his wake. But if you think Spencer Reid’s mind has stopped working just yet, you are sorely mistaken.

“You said usually around three, implying that is your minimum,” His voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, his lips nipping at the shell of your ear. “-so that’s a minimum of three orgasms a week for the twenty weeks since we met, that’s a total of 60, but we should leave room for anomalies, so let’s round that up to 70, just to be as accurate as possible.” Spencer murmurs. “Is it always me you think of?” He’s incapable of masking the hope found in his own voice.

You nod frantically.

“Words, baby.” This time, that reminder is punctuated by a soft bite to your neck.

“Y-Yes, you, always you, every time.” You shudder. And who can blame you, when you’ve always known him to be capable of this?

“So I’m responsible for approximately 70 of your orgasms, without ever having touched you.” Spencer almost can’t believe it, but he can hear how smug he is in his own ears.

One of his hands presses into the sheets beside your head, holding himself up, but his other hand squeezes at your waist through the fabric of your oversized shirt, and he groans into the crook of your neck in approval.

“So soft.” He praises, wanting nothing more than to worship at the altar that is you.

Spencer’s fingertips trace the hem of your oversized shirt, the warm skin of your thighs tempting him beyond his previous ability to comprehend.

“May I?” He requests, ever the gentleman.

“Please.” You answer with the best synonym for ‘yes’ in this context that Spencer could have hoped for.

And he doesn’t hesitate. Long fingers slowly raise the hem of your shirt, bringing it up until it’s just above your belly button, and he lays his palm flat against your stomach, the skin fluttering under his touch. While his lips continue to lavish your neck, collarbone and ear, his free hand descends to the band of your panties, but doesn’t slip beneath it. A whine passes your lips when his hand continues its path south, and you feel him smirk against your neck, until his own breathing shudders.

“Oh, baby…” He groans, having never been more thrilled to feel a soaked piece of fabric in his life. “Look at you, look at the mess you’ve made of yourself. Poor little love.” Spencer coo’s.

But when you shake your head, he halts his movements completely.

“What is it, baby? You want to stop? That’s okay.” He immediately falls into a softness intended to comfort you, not wanting you to feel even remotely uncomfortable or upset. His kisses move to your cheek, each one an act of devotion. “It’s okay. Being in a submissive headspace can be incredibly overwhelming at times, and you can always tell me if it does. We don’t ever have to do anything that you don’t want to do, sweet girl. In fact-“

It’s only when you turn your head to meet Spencer’s lips with your own, that you manage to stop his ramble and his entire train of thought.

“It’s not that.” You’re quick to reassure him, not wanting him to overthink about having breached your boundaries.

“Then…what?” Spencer asks, looking into your eyes with the most sincere concern.

“I just wanted to correct you, because I didn’t make a mess of myself. You made a mess of me.” You smile up at him, and the sweetness with which you say something so sinful is enough to make Spencer’s heart drop right out of his chest.

In all his years, he has never understood the sensation of blood rushing away from his brain, more than he does right now.

His gaze softens with both relief and arousal, a sigh passing his lips that evolves into a light chuckle, before his lips fall to yours again, meeting you in a heated kiss. And when Spencer’s hand continues its previous path, he feels your thighs part, and a growl of some description rumbles in his throat.

“That’s my girl.”

That possessive title causes a delighted shudder to rock through you, which Spencer makes a prominent mental note of.

“70’s the number to beat.” He whispers in your ear seductively, and your jaw falls open.

“In one night?!” It’s more of a squeak than a question, but it makes Spencer laugh into the crook of your neck as his lips descend it.

“As much as I’d love to ruin your body for anyone other than me, I think that just might ruin you entirely, which isn’t my aim. But…” He bites at your neck. “I can promise you, you’re getting more than three.”

From where you lie, you can feel something pressing against your thigh that tells you it’s going to be a very, very long night.

[smolvenger]

One Bed (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x Student! Fem! Reader)

Summary: You're on a trip for a research project with your sexy professor...and the Air BNB has only one bed.

Warnings: SMUT ! SMUT! This is one of my mostly smuttier pieces! (loss of virginity, use or professor/student relationship as a kink kind of, some oral sex and p in v sex, a bit of dirty talk and it's unprotected, whoopsies). A mild plot in this one but some sweet, fluffy moments.

Word Count: >2 K. A blurb/smaller oneshot (Prof! Tom just does something to me, okay?!)

Dick-tionary: Smut starts at "Take me. Take me good,” you said" and ends at "Here…let me hold you, YN, please…”.

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There had been a mistake.

There was your special trip. School funded. To research the historical context and life of 19th-century romantic authors. One you would take with Professor Hiddleston. The days would consist of visiting old houses and attending lectures in between stuffing yourself silly with sandwiches in tea shops. 

All while trying not to secretly oogle the Professor in his suit.

The first day, after a long day of traveling, you attended the first series of lectures. You fought to keep your head from drooping. Both of you ambled down the cobblestoned streets and checked into your stay for the week.

 But there was a mishap in the Air BNB. But the location, no- it was still a cozy, comfortable cottage. One of those in England that seemed like a country house that plopped into a city. 

The problem was that there was only one bed in that room.

The cottage itself was furnished moderately. The chairs were wooden and rickety. The living room had no sofa.

Professor Hiddleston was going to be a gentleman and try to sleep on the floor or the chairs. The picture of his tall body trying to curl himself up to sleep on one made you almost burst into laughter. He was going to find the host and talk to them. 

“It’s big enough! We can just roll away, give each other some space!” you encouraged, gesturing to it.

Before you knew it, you were both in your night clothes. In the bed. A blanket over you.

The beat of your heart raced too fast for sleep. Not to mention your mind for having him near. Seeing him so relaxed. His long curls freed. His glasses were folded in the case on the desk. How his long legs just brushed yours. It was everything in you not to bump your feet flirtatiously to him. Or to even just feel his skin.

It shouldn’t feel this….this…this wrong.

Wrong, wait, you thought, what was wrong?

You both were of age. He was single. You were single. You got along well, incredibly well in fact. He was funny, incredibly kind, wise, and smart as a whip. Not to mention, he was delectable. The way he read Shakespeare out loud would make you wet in a 10 am class. You’d be squirming in his seat as he adjusted his glasses.

When you sat at that lecture, you could see him, Secretly taking glances at you. Your hands just brushed as you took notes. The heat in you jolted you awake and the content of the speech, the reason you were brought here in the first place, seemed like distant white noise compared to his presence close to you.

His breathing was hitching. You heard a rustling. His voice made low and husky, whispering your name.

You turned around.

Before you could process anything, he at once adjusted himself on top of you. Heart beating even harder, feeling his weight pinning you, you began to tremble.

“Pro-Professor?” you asked.

“I don’t care anymore-” he rasped.

He pressed your lips to his. A sound came out of you- you could taste the mint of his toothpaste. He pressed further onto you. Your arms wrapping around to deepen it. He released it, his breath heavy.

“Do you even know what you do to me?” he asked.

You swallowed back the snarky comment that you could feel exactly the effect you had on him brushing against your stomach. Though he was still clothed in his loose white shirt and shorts for sleep. His curls over you. His beard scratches against your skin. Heat rising all over you.

You felt his hands touch you. Tracing down from your breasts to your stomach. And further down. You began to tremble and the pooling sensation was happening between your legs. He reached your neck and pressed a kiss there. An involuntary moan flew out of you. His cock in his pants seemed even more pressed.

“I’ve held back, back for so long, darling, please-” he whispered.

His hand stopped when it reached the hem of your shorts. It released and you nearly whined.

“What…what is it?” you asked.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you,” he whispered.

You were a mess of lust now. You wanted him so badly, and here he was. But yet there was the unknown. The precipice.  

“I’ve never…never been with a..a..a…I’ve never-never done this, professor” you stuttered.

He kissed your cheek. His eyes were soft, a smile on his face.

“I’ll make be gentle, my dear,” he promised.

You were shaking and wet and ready. 

“Take me. Take me good,” you said.

He kissed your neck again, and you let out another moan.

“No one’s here-you can make a sound, darling. It’s only you. And me…don’t be afraid, I’ll make you ready,” he rasped.

His kiss traveled to your chest. Then his hand worked each front button of your shirt. Ceremoniously. Sacredly. He pushed it slowly away to show your breasts. He kissed down your chest and onto one. His lips traveled your stomach and then his hands slif off both your shorts and drenched underwear.

He kissed you and swung you over. Already you felt yourself arch at him.

“Beautiful….you’re fucking beautiful…” he whispered, seeing your bare form. The moonlight slipped through the curtains giving a silver sliver in the room.

The clothes were thrown aside. You were naked. But he was still donned. He held up your leg, arching your back, grinding air. Your arms dangled before the bed and making sure he heard your whimpers, knew how badly you wanted him. He began kissing the inside of your thigh, held up in his large hand. His eyes shone at what lay between your legs.

“Hear my soul speak…” he murmured, reciting Shakespeare.

His lips traveled up. Closer, and closer. 

“The very instant that I did saw you…”

You felt his hot breath right before your soaked entrance.

“My heart did fly into your service…” 

 His tongue gave a lap. You writhed against him. You couldn’t remember being this turned on. His mouth gave little licks. You held onto the bedrail for life. You were going to burst- but you needed him. It was not enough. You wanted more.

“Please…Please, fuck me, Professor…I need your cock…” you began to beg.

He took off his shirt and you were in near shock at his lean, muscular body.

Your heart jumped at his erect, large cock dripping already. You would make it fit. You wanted it to. 

He leaned down, positioning himself right at your entrance. He held a forehead to yours.

“Tell me now you want this…tell me now…and I’ll be slow…”

“I want this…” you confirmed.

You lay down, and his hand flew over yours, holding you in place. He groaned as he entered. He slowly slid in, you were gasping.

“Professor…professor-I…I-oh! Oh god!” you cried out.

The pain came to you and fizzled out. You were gasping aloud. Somehow… you adjusted. 

“I’m going to move,” he announced.

He then thrust in and out of you. A slow pace. His breathing was hard. His cock hitting the right spot. You put your hands up onto his chest. One hand of his left yours and lifted your leg to feel the deeper position.

“God-god, yes-yes..” you were groaning.

“Tell me-Tell me, darling, if I- I need to-to be slow- you’re so-so good, doing so good-” he rasped in between them.

But you were craving it. The release. The ravishment.

“Professor-please-harder- faster- fuck me- fuck me-more-please!” you were begging. Already new and you were his whore and you wanted him. In every way possible.

He complied. He brought up the pace. The board of the bed hits the wall gently, and it creaks beneath your weight. His grunts above you, his curls undone. No more Shakespeare now. He went faster, going deeper.

His hand reached down. He found your clit and began to circle it. You leaned back and moaned.

“Yes- professor-there-”

“That noise- that look- you’re going to make me- make me- you’re going to-”

He traced faster. You felt the spinning rise up. He kept murmuring filth to you.

“God, you’re going to make me-make me cum- look-look in my eyes- so you see me- cum, go on-cum darling, yes-fuck, cum- already- cume for me-”

You were spinning, reaching there-

“Yes-fuck, darling- be a good girl- cum for me- I’m going to-I’m-cum for me-I want-want my little student to-to cum- yes-cum for me, cum for me-I’m cumming, darling, I-”

Heaven entered that little cottage as you cried out his name, oblivion breaking on you between those sheets. He arrived there too, flushed and panting hard with his last groan.

“Here…let me hold you, YN, please…” he offered.

You cuddled onto him, feeling his seed drip somewhat on your skin. And your own release pouring out too. He was warm, sweating, and yet soft, comforting as you cuddled him.

“I…I didn’t know…you just…you’re the type to quote poetry during sex…” you breathed out in a joke, your haze.

“You’re poetry itself,” he said with a last kiss on your forehead.

[venusincleo]

𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟶𝟸. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚒𝚍𝚎.

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Warnings: MDNI • Terry Richmond x Black!OC Eden Laurent, angsty, a lil sad... that's all... 🥲

Summary: After the events in Shelby Springs, Terry moves out of town, and goes to Covington, LA. Messed up about what happened to his cousin, he tries to keep his head low and stack some money. Only halfway effective, with just money to show for his efforts, he slowly spirals with grief before he has a not-so-cute meeting with a young woman on her own healing journey.

Word Count: 1.3k💚

A/N: I'm tapping into my younger self with these shorter parts... {taking it back to my 2014 Wattpad days lmaooo} I hope you enjoy this fic as the story progresses. 🫶🏾

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The silence was deafening. Yet, there were so many elements in her peripheral, the young woman found herself glancing around the room every few seconds. The quiet tick of the analog clock right above the door, the short stints of heavier breath whenever one of her only students laughed at a TikTok on their phones. The calming woosh of the timed heater turning back on to fill the room with warmth. The ever-so-light taps of her nude brown pointe shoes against the carpeted dance studio. Eden had tried today.

She woke up and prayed to the Most High to give her courage, and to allow her to get out of her own way. She wore an ensemble fit to teach her favorite contemporary moves; adorned in her ballet cardigan and stirrup leggings. Her hair was beautifully curly and large, giving her an extra boost of confidence, and she felt good.

That was, until she walked the halls, perused the popular spots around the school to play hookie, snuck into the gym to promote her class, and still got nothing. Smiles that read ‘yeah, okay, bye.’ were her only replies, and now, she was sitting in her assigned room frowning at her phone like the two girls who always sat with her. They only ever said ‘hi’ and ‘bye’, and every once and a while asked to learn a TikTok dance. But that was it. 2 out of 415.

She allowed a sigh to leave her lips, and glanced from her phone up at the analog clock, and then back at her Instagram feed. Scrolling and scrolling.

After seeing one too many celebration posts from people she went to college with, who seemed to be doing way better than her, she exited the app in a hurry. Quick taps of her manicured digits helped her rake her brain for something that she could do, and soon, a lightbulb went off.

Navigating to her camera roll, she scrolled through her many videos of rough choreography and found her favorite one, then set her phone in her lap. As she rummaged through her Telfar, she grasped at her AirPod case, and then she was putting her left headphone in to watch the video. Tinashe’s Bouncin’, Pt.2 came through her AirPod and she watched her body flow around the slowed down melody and watery synths.

Her body moved slightly as her muscles remembered the majorette inspired routine, the words playing in her mind as she immersed herself in the recording. Hands up, back arched, hip popped, toes pointed.

She watched every movement, down to her facial expressions and just as the routine picked up –gained a soulful momentum– it fell back down. What was that? She rewinds the video and right at the part where Tinashe says ‘just like this…’ the energy is flat. Gone.

Pursing her lips in thought, she plays the choreo demo from the beginning but this time she closes her eyes to feel the song. ‘Watch it bouncin’ on the ground…’

She does the 8-count twice over in her mind, and then when she gets to the verse, she starts to think of something. Her fingers twitch as she imagines her hands outstretched, meeting in the middle of her chest, ‘can’t get any closer now…’.

Her eyes pop open, and she starts it over yet again, trying to think of another move or another, or another.

Briiiiiinnnng. The school bell rings, and the two girls are halfway out the door, leaving her to contemplate. Why can’t I get this…what is it missing?

The intercom clicks on with the after-school announcements, and she makes sure to grab her bag, checking around where she sat as not to leave anything. Once she cuts the light off and steps out of the desolate studio, she can hear the faint ding of a notification from her phone. With a slight tap to her home screen, she reveals the message to see an unsaved number.

‘Hey this is Terry from the store.’

Eden’s eyebrows raise in surprise, and she readies her thumbs at the keyboard to respond. Only, nothing comes to her just that quick. I didn’t expect for him to reach out. She reasoned. By the third day that she hadn’t gotten a text, she just assumed he wasn’t interested in her advice. And she was fine with that.

With swift glides along the digital keyboard, she queues up a reply, and then follows it up rather quickly.

Hi Terry 👋🏾

How’s your day been?

Eh not the best… how about you?

It was fine…wanna talk about it?

You free for me to call?

Eden looks up at the foot traffic heading out of the school, and she sighs.

I will be in a few

Terry looked at his screen for a moment longer, his shoulders rising and falling slowly as he stood in thought. He really needed a distraction…something…

cool.. call me when you can

After sending the message, he shoved the cool device into his pocket and ventured for the back room yet again. He was really supposed to be taking his lunch break, but his mind wouldn’t let him rest for too long without asking him harsh questions… Why Mike…why not me?

Unfortunately, sitting at the cold steel table in the break room with nothing good to occupy his time was too much to handle. He had to keep his body moving. Anything involving an accelerated heart rate was enough to act as a chaser to this survivor’s guilt that was plaguing him. And he needed something for the burn.

His footsteps were quiet as he basically snuck back to work. Quiet, but not enough to hide his large stature between the wide aisles of the warehouse. And of course, he was caught before he could really get his hands busy doing something.

“Richmond!” His supervisor’s voice was tinny, and he huffed through his nose at the sound. With a sharp pivot of his feet, he directly faced the average height, bald, white man.

“Head to the breakroom, you’re about to hit compliance.”

“Yes, sir.”

Terry’s footsteps were a bit heavier now, dragging just slightly as he took his sweet old time walking to the breakroom. Once he was under the warm light he dreaded, he made his way to the time clock and punched out for his break with a little over a minute to spare. Reluctantly, he beelined for his locker, and grabbed his Stanley transit bottle then his generic store brand water.

Just as he closed his locker door, his phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see Eden’s name. Instantly, he opened his locker back up and grabbed his work jacket, then locked it to prepare for his next thirty minutes.

Hoping not to miss the call, Terry tapped on the green answer button and put his phone to his ear as he exited the side door of his workplace. Going for his usual seat far from the rest of the benches, he heard a sweet voice call to him.

“Hello?”

“Yeah,” He clears his throat nervously. What am I even doing? “Sorry, I was clocking out for my break. I hope your day was better than mine.”

“Tell me about it… What’s been going on?” Terry hesitates. One second. Three…Six…Ten…

“U-Uh… I think it’s best I tell you more about myself before I start pouring my heart out…” He trails off, half-way expecting her to say she couldn’t care less. That she didn’t give a damn that his cousin died. That she had no sympathy for whether or not he could sleep without something on loud enough to drown out the noise. The pain. The memories.

“I’ve got time. Where did you wanna start?”

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[introvertedelf]

The Daughter of Iron-Tony Stark x Daughter!reader Story

This story is on my Wattpad (IntrovertedElf) but I’m posting here too!

Tony Stark-Genius, Billionare, Playboy, Philanthropist.

But about the 'playboy' part-Tony had a one night stand 20 years ago. Ok, he had a lot of one night stands 20 years ago. But one of them resulted in a daughter. And he never knew about her, until now.

TW: This story contains heavy and mature themes such as: sexual content, rape, torture, parental death (the OC's mom), and probably more. But it WILL have a happy ending.

Chapter 1

It was your second year of Uni. You were the bright age of 20, felt like you had the world in your hands.

You were studying science—chemistry to be specific. You always loved the subject, so you figured that would be a good way to go.

You were brilliant, truly. Your mom used to tell you that all the time, but you would always just shake your head. Since your mom died from cancer, nothing was the same. Everything reminded you of her. It had only been a year. It took everything in you to even be able to muster up the strength to enroll in a university.

You sat down in class, looking beside you at your best friend: Peter Parker. He was all you had left. Your dad who you never even met before apparently didn't give a shit about you, and you never had any other lasting friends besides Peter. You didn't even know your father's name. Your mom had just said it was a mistake, though she was grateful to have you.

He nudged your shoulder, and you came back to Earth.

"Y/N, you good? You're doing that zoning out thing again," he said, chuckling at you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you lied. Peter never bought your lies, and he quirked a brow at you. "Ok ok, I just have a lot on my mind, I guess," you shrugged.

He let out a sigh. "Y/N, you need to get out more. When you're not in class you're just cooped up in the dorm. I'm worried about you..." he said with concern knitted in his brow. You hated that look of pity. But Peter understood what it was like to lose your parents. To grow up without them. But at least he had aunt May still.

"Pete, I'm—" you were about to say you're 'good' again, but you caught yourself. "Fine. What do you want from me?"

He grinned at you mischievously. "Since I just started the internship at the Avengers tower, you should come. I can totally get you in."

You didn't know about him being spider man yet. So the internship seemed purely academic to you. "What? Peter, I can't ask that of you...besides. I doubt Stark wants his annoying little intern's best friend around to annoy him too," you huffed.

"Y/N, pleaseeeee, just come with me tonight. Mr. Stark won't mind. Plus, he has Dr. Banner there now, and he could use a hand. One of his specialties is chemistry, too." When you didn't reply, he started begging again. "Pleaseeee—"

"Okay! Fine. I'll go with you. But you have to call Mr. Stark beforehand so it's not awkward. I don't want to just show up uninvited..."

He smirked at you. "Deal."

***

You paced around your dorm room, waiting for Peter to get off the phone with Mr. Stark.

"Thank you Mr. Stark! Trust me, she's brilliant, you won't regret—ok, sorry, see you soon!" He hung up, looking at me excitedly. "Guess what??"

You perked up, though you had a lump in your stomach. What if you weren't good enough? What if he told Peter not to bring you back?

"He said you can come! He said Bruce is working on some chemistry shit and needs help. We have to leave soon, you ready?"

I nodded, getting my crossbody bag and stuffing an extra notebook and pens in there just in case.

We got on the bus, arriving at the tower soon. "Oh and I forgot, you'll get to meet the Avengers", Peter said excitedly. Your jaw dropped. You never thought—omg. Peter knew how much of a crush you had on several of them. Specifically Bucky and Cap. "Try not to drool everywhere, m'kay?" Peter teased you.

You elbowed him in the ribs. "Shut up. I swear if you say anything!"

You got off the bus, heading into the tower. You followed Pete as he ushered you into the elevator, when an arm stopped it from closing and came in with you. A rather large arm, you should say.

Before your eyes was Steve Rogers. You felt your body tense up, looking at the behemoth of a man before you.

"Hey Peter," he said, patting him on the shoulder as he looked at you.

"Oh Cap this is Y/N, she's going to be interning with me for Dr. Banner," he smiled.

Steve looked down at you, and you felt very short. "Hi Y/N, Pete here talks about you all the time, nice to put a face to the name," he said, looking you up and down with a wide smile. He put his hand out, and you shook it, squeezing it like you were taught. Firm handshakes said a lot about a person. "Quite the grip you've got there, gorgeous," he said with a wink, disappearing out of the elevator as you got to the floor.

You stood there practically hyperventilating as Peter laughed at you silently. "Somebody has a crusshhhh, somebody has a—ow!" You flicked him in the nose. "Come on, the lab is this way."

You followed him, still thinking about the fact that Steve Rogers called you gorgeous. When you got to the lab, you practically melted. It was *huge*, and everything was up to date and sparkling.

You saw Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner in a corner talking, and you and Peter approached them.

"Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner," Peter started. "This is Y/N."

They both turned to look at you. Bruce smiled and shook your hand, while Tony just stared at you. Finally he put his hand out for you to shake.

"Y/N. Peter never shuts up about you. I hope you're all he led you on to be. You'll be with Bruce today working on some chemical equations," he said, his eyes strangely familiar to you. You couldn't explain it. I mean, you saw him on TV a lot, maybe that was it.

You swallowed. "Thank you so much for this opportunity, it means more to me than you know," you said.

Tony nodded at you, leading Peter off somewhere and leaving you with Bruce.

"Alright miss Y/N, I've got some equations here that need solving. Let's see what you can do," he smiled softly.

You took out your pen and solved them in no time, and apparently way faster than Bruce would have thought because he seemed shocked when you told him you were done.

He looked the paper over, checking it. "Alright then. That was clearly way too easy for you. Looks like we've got a new intern," he smiled, shaking your hand again.

The rest of that day you didn't see Tony or Peter again, and you helped Bruce with whatever he needed. When the sun set, Bruce said he was ready to call it for the day. He led you out to the common area, and you sat on the couch until you fell asleep.

Finally, Peter walked in with Stark, and chuckled. "Looks like Dr. Banner tired her out," Peter said, his arms crossed.

"Looks like it. I want both of you here every day after school, deal?" Tony said, patting Peter on the back.

"Deal," he tried to contain his excitement. Tony walked off and Peter nudged you awake before you went off and took the bus back to your dorms.

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Authors note:

hiiii I hope yall enjoyed the first chapter. It was just like a 'setting up the story' chapter. I'm publishing these as I go to get motivation to keep going from my readers 😭

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This was a request on my Wattpad called ‘Bound to One Another’ and forgot to put it on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it switches from Chase and the reader’s pov, please be aware of that, but it starts off with the reader pov!

Pairing: Chase Davenport x Reader

As far as I know, it’s got typos-

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"Hey, guys!"

I said, walking over to Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo. They all greeted me with smiles and waves, while Chase pulls my to his side by my waist, and kissed my temple.

"Where we're you I've been looking everywhere for you?" Chase asked setting his chin on my head. "Yeah, he was sweated so much, it looked like it rained inside the school." Bree said, motioned to Chases shirt.

"He extremely worried that you missed the first couple of classes, but honestly, that isn't something he should be worrying about. Mr, H's class is anything, but fun." Leo said, as we all, except Chase made that one face.

"His class is in fact fun, what about the time we studied the human body, and how many different systems the body has and-"

"And that is why you don't have many friends." Adam said while Bree and Leo nodded their heads. I shake my head and look up at Chase, "It's alright, I just over slept and the traffic was so bad today. I'm lucky enough to even have made it to school." I said walked with them to our classes.

"See? Right there. I would've taken advantage of that.." Leo said and fist bumped Adam.

I rolled my eyes as they when to class and Chase pulled me aside. "You sure, you're okay?" I nod, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, I promise you. I'm a-okay. And if anything were to..." His face gives me that really look, but I continue to talk anyway. "...Were to happen you'd know. Okay?"

He sighs and nods his head. "Alright, I gotta go to class now." I smile at him, giving him a farewell kiss, and went to class.

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It was around 2:40, when I had left school, I said goodbye to my friends except Bree and told Chase, I'd call him when I got home. I usually take the bus, till I get somewhat close to my house. Then I walk the rest of the way, listening to some music, and chatting with Bree, about girl stuff before bringing the subject back to Chase and I.

"Chase was really worried about you, though. I've only ever seen him worried when, he was taking that big History Exam." She said and we both laughed a bit.

"I know, and I promised him that nothing happened, and that I'll always message, whatever the case may be, so I don't worry him."

"Good, but I better get a text too, cause being left with three boys? I love 'em, but boy can they be annoying." She said, waving as she walked home on her own.

I continue walking to my own house particularly slow today though, just to take in the scenery. That was until I saw a rustle of leaves to my right. I brushed it off as it was quite windy today, and I'd expect leaves to make some sort of movement, in windy weather.

I kept on my walk until I heard a bit of a hushed voice, and started to speed walk a bit. Something wasn't sitting right in my gut and I always listen to my gut feeling. The rustling of leaves picked up and I started to run, only to have my arm gripped tight, as making stuff fall out of my pocket, including my phone, yanking the earbuds out of my ears, with such haste.

I hissed out my clenched teeth and tried loosening my kidnappers grip on my arm, but he wouldn't budge, so I kicked the back of his knee causing his to kneel down, probably scraping his knee, and I yanked my arm and tried to run.

He grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall and hit my face on the pavement. I groan feeling my face get hot, near my eyebrow, and lower lip and some blood dripping from my nose. I turned to see him rushed as me I scrambled to my feet and, run as fast I could.

But he was faster.

I screamed her help, but it was no use, the nearest town was little ways ahead from where I was, all because I was wanted to stop and smell the bloody roses! He grabbed my by my waist and put s hand over my mouth, and I kicked and screamed trying something, ANYTHING, that could get me out of his grasp, but he tossed me in the back of his car and locked it.

I banged on the door, begging and pleaded for someone to here me, but no one was there. I eventually stopped, and slouched against the vans doors, and cried silently, eventually crying myself to sleep.

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I walked back and forth, ready to rip my own hair out of my own head. "Chase, calm down maybe, she was at a friends house." Bree asked as they watched me stress out, in the middle of the hallway at school. "I already ran that probability in my head, over 12 times today and trust me she's not there."

"She said she'd call, but she hasn't and I..." I slowly turn to face my siblings. "I think somethings wrong."

We all looked at each other uneasily, before I walked quickly out the of the school, with nothing but determination on finding (Y/N). "Chase! Wait up!" "Hey! Slow down." "Where are you going?" They said running after me.

"I'm going to find her. You can either come with me, or stay here your choice." I said turning to leave, but Bree grabbed my arm. "What about class, and we all know how much you love Mr.H' class." Leo nodded and pointed at Bree, as if her statement was correct.

"I do, but finding (Y/N) is way more important then some...some...stupid class!" I walked away leaving them wide eyed with Leo's mouth agape. "Who are you? And what have you done with Chase?" He said, as they ran after me.

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'Ugh...'

'What happened?'

I slowly lift my head, as my eyes fluttered open. I tried to get a look at my surroundings, but it was little blurry, and my head was throbbing. I tried lifting my hand up to feel my temples, but I realized I was bound to the wall. I tried freeing myself, but that definitely wasn't the way of doing so.

"Move, and my father will hurt you."

I looked straight ahead of me, and groaned with audible annoyance.

"Marcus.." He just smirked at me, swirling the tea in his little teacup, with a coffee stirrer. Then Douglas came up from behind Marcus and came over to me.

"Sorry to cut this...lovely conversation short, but (Y/N) is feel a little sleepy."

"What? What are you talking about-?" I asked before Douglas put me to sleep, smiling at me with mischievous eyes.

I groaned as I lifted my head again, which felt heavier then before, vision still blurred, but this time I saw things moving through my blurred eyes. I blinked more trying to clear my vision.

I had come to realize that it was Bree and Adam, we're fighting Douglas and Marcus. Whilst Leo and Chase tried freeing me, and we managed to escape and rushed to their home.

I was sat on the couch in the living room and felt extremely dizzy all of a sudden. I don't know what it could have been. Neither did anyone else, so Mr. Davenport had me stand up to do a body scan.

He stopped, looking at me with worried eyes, putting the scanner down.

"What is it? Did you figure out why I'm so dizzy?"

"I uh...I did. But you might have to stay with us for while."

"Wait, why?" I said looking at him with fury burning inside my chest. "What did they do to me?"

"Douglas has implanted a chip in your neck. A bionic chip." Big D, said looking at me with nothing but pure, guilt.

"You don’t mean…?" I said, but he nodded already know what I was going to say. I looked around at everyone before my eyes landed on Chase.

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I had went to my parents house, and told them something other then the fact that I now have bionics, and now have to stay at the Davenports. Cause who's to say that they'll believe me if I told them the truth.

They eventually yet reluctantly, "believed" me and let me go. I packed some things to take with me, who knows how long I'll be there? And who knows how long it'll take me to master this newfound ability or abilities.

I stepped into the car and Mr. Davenport drove us back to his house. After I got there Chase had pulled me aside, away from everyone else.

"You have no idea how worried I was, when you didn't come to school the next day. I didn't know what to do-"

"But you found me, and I'm okay, sorta." I said with a small giggle, causing him to smile.

"I know, and now we're connected by our bionics, so we've got nothing to fret about. But I have to ask you something." I nod, feeling a little nervous in my gut area.

"After we're done with school and all. Would you like to marry me.. one day?" I open my eyes wide and look at him if he's crazy. But I quickly realize he isn't joking and I'm quick to answer him with a 'yes.'

The group cheers, high fives and hugs each other. As Chase and I share a loving kiss.

"They grow up so fast." Tasha said, as Mr. Davenport, wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I know, it's like almost yesterday, he was still wearing pull-ups." Adam said whipping his tears. I laugh as we pulled apart, Chase way too happy to even try and argue with Adam.

[garciaasfluffypen]

stay like this forever

pairing: elle greenaway x reader word count: 1k warnings: elle is sad? a/n: this *might* be cross posted to my wattpad, i found it on my google docs and can't remember where i uploaded it lol. also, if you can find the subtle starkid reference i'll give you a cookie

the case had been a tough one, and you were absolutely drained. it was rare that a case drained you this much, to the point you were practically falling asleep on the jet. wrapped up in the extra blanket you always stashed away on the jet that smelled like your girlfriend, you closed your eyes and pulled the blanket closer to yourself, adjusting your position so you were practically in a ball. there were many thoughts running through your head- mostly about the outcome of the case but some about what could have happened if you had been a few minutes later. your girlfriend’s face was etched into the front of your eyelids and you could still practically feel the fear running through your veins as elle stood face to face with the unsub.

it took absolutely everything in your power not to run over to her and save her ass, and it was a good thing you didn’t compromise that considering you two hadn’t told hotch about your relationship yet. after everything that had happened while she was in montego bay with derek, you offered her your spare room so she could heal in the presence of another human. during that time you two got progressively closer, and eventually one night while wine drunk you admitted you had feelings for her, and ended up kissing. since then, you two had been attached at the hip, partnering together at any chance you could get. you had a sinking feeling they all suspected something was going on, but you didn’t want to face that reality yet. 

you smiled slightly to yourself at the memory, looking at a sleeping elle sitting across from you.  her features were so soft when she slept, and it was a stark difference from the elle you knew from work. it was nice, being the only person who had the luxury of seeing her in that state. moments later you felt the plane start shifting downwards, and you knew you would be landing soon. 

by the time you landed, elle was rubbing her eyes and everyone else was getting ready to get off the jet and go back to their respective houses. hotch had told everyone to go home, and that you could all do the paperwork in the morning, which meant you and elle could go straight home and straight to bed. you waited for her patiently at the bottom of the stairs, smiling at her as the two of you walked over to one of the FBI issued cars that always escorted you to and from the air strip. it wasn’t that far of a walk, but it was easier to drive. you and elle said your goodbyes before walking to the parking structure, making sure nobody was around before you snuck your hand into hers. 

the ride back to your place was quiet. something told you elle was itching to ask you a question, but was waiting for the right time to ask it. you pulled your car into your assigned parking spot, shutting off the car and waiting for elle to grab her stuff before you locked it, the two of you heading inside. both of you got ready for bed, you finishing your nightly routine first and laying down in bed, getting situated under the covers. elle joined you moments later, and you could tell she had been crying.

“elle, darling, what’s wrong?” you held your arms open, holding her close as she curled into you.

another round of sobs attacked elle’s body as you simply laid there, running your hand up and down her back as she got all her emotions out. it was rare that you saw her in this state, and you knew that she had to get all of her tears out before you two fell asleep- if hotch had ingrained anything into your brain, it was that you shouldn't bottle up your emotions, especially after a hard case. roughly ten minutes later, she sniffled. 

“‘m sorry. i dunno where that came from.” 

“it's okay, elle.” you placed a supportive kiss to the top of her head. “sometimes all you need is a good cry.”

“i got your sleep shirt covered in my tears, though.” she pouted.

“and they’ll dry.” you tilted her head to look up at you. “i could care less about this old shirt. i’ve had it for years. a few tears won’t hurt it.” 

elle rested her head back on your chest. “i guess i’m just a bit overwhelmed from today.” 

“how so?”

“well, for one, i tried subduing the unsub without backup.” she dryly chuckled. “i didn’t think about the implications of what was going to happen.” she dug her head into the crook of your neck. “i almost lost you today.” 

“but hey, you saved all of our asses in the end. it was your smart thinking that led us to him.” you placed another peck on the top of her head. “if it wasn’t for you, we’d still be in pennsylvania trying to find the son of a bitch.” 

“it was because of me i almost left you girlfriendless.” elle mumbled into you as she curled in closer. “i don’t know if i would have been able to live with myself if i let you lose me.” 

“elle, darling,” you looked down to her, waiting until she was looking up to you. “don’t worry about that. you’re actively healing from a traumatic event, and for each person it’s different. all i care about is that you’re safe. you’re safe, you’re here, and you’re in my arms, which i must say, is a nice change.”

“shush.” you felt elle chuckle against your chest. 

"i thought you were so badass." you smiled at elle. “yet here you are, curled up against me looking absolutely anything but badass.” 

"i am." elle mumbled into your shoulder. "i swear."

"it seems to me like right now you're just a soft little teddy bear."

you couldn’t help but laugh as elle playfully glared at you.  "you're going to regret saying that." 

there was a moment of silence. “i wish we could stay like this forever.” 

“yeah, me too.” 

elle closed her eyes as her breathing slowed down, you following shortly seconds later. a small smile graced your lips as you felt her shift closer to you, holding you as close to her body as she could muster.

she really was a soft teddy bear, even if she didn’t know it.

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 31

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → chapter thirty one ; wc | 7.3k

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Jungkook had trouble falling asleep, his mind had flooded with too many worries that caused him discomfort. what must be their problem? is something really bad? Is his mother okay? he was overwhelmed with the number of questions he had.

it's almost 4 am and his thoughts had successfully taken away all his sleep so he decided to just wake up. there was no point in laying on the bed and shifting left to right when he wasn't gonna drift off.

"maybe they've changed? maybe they aren't the same anymore." he speaks under his breath as he thinks about Taehyung and how he must be a better man but when he's reminded of the way Taehyung was so close to you despite being a total stranger, didn't align with Jungkook's assumptions of him being better.

he stood from the bed with a piercing headache, tired eyes looking around his room and his weary body tried to walk around. this has been the case for a couple of days now, first, he was worried for you and now the other men. The only days Jungkook ever slept without the disturbance from his thoughts were when he was with you, cuddled close to you, sharing the same bed.

he decides to walk around and check on you, he pushes the door open slowly, careful not to make a sound and disrupt your sleep. he watches you for some time and sees you finding it difficult to sleep.

your eyes closed but a frown lingers through your creased forehead as you whimper and try to use a spare pillow to lay your bump on. He didn't realize he had been watching you for quite some time, but he had already seen you move around about 15 times in 5 minutes.

you're having discomfort sleeping and it makes him worry when he hears you whimper from time to time. he wonders if you're okay but asking you now would seem to intrude especially since it's 4 am. he doesn't want to seem creepy and scare you off.

he leaves your door slightly ajar and walks back to his room. He contemplates texting the men who had sworn to make him talk to them. Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his face with his hands before he lets them sit under his chin.

he changes into shorts to do some boxing, Bam wakes up from his sleep when he hears the sound of Jungkook walking to the gym. sometimes he's glad that he's got all he needs at home, it saves time and energy as well as allows him to do his activities whenever he wants.

he prepares his quick coffee before he gets to working out. 30 minutes of boxing and an hour of yoga. that's his plan. he'd got his boxing gloves secured around his wrists and all he needed was some music. "bam-ah, it's too early. get some more sleep."

he murmured to the pup before he began punching the bag in front of him. although Jungkook was feeling for music, he didn't think he needed it, considering the time. in fact, that wasn't the actual reason, he just wanted to get rid of the numerous thoughts in his head and stop those voices.

he wanted some peace. he was so into it, that he didn't realize that he'd spent more than 45 minutes boxing. he wasn't tired either, he could go on for hours. he thinks about you, and what the future might hold for the two of you. about the baby? it never crosses his mind. Taehyung, Yoongi, his mother and maybe even Jin. he's never heard from the oldest.

what stopped him from continuing was someone by the door. he felt eyes on him and when he turned around, his eyes met yours. you were leaning against the door, watching him and he doesn't know how long you've been here. "hey!" he speaks breathlessly, it's when he realizes that he'd overworked his body way too much than he had expected when he suddenly feels dizzy.

you watch him remove his gloves, his breathing deeply and heavily, while the sweat drips down the strands of his hair as he examines his knuckles that are red from all that boxing. he's shirtless, the beads of sweat on his chest, threaten to tickle down to his shorts, his v-line creeping out and his face flushed and glistening.

it's a sight that makes your mouth water, he looks too good to remove your eyes from. he looks at you and raises his eyebrow but you're too immersed in looking at him that you don't notice him judging you too. "did I disturb your sleep?" he asks but you don't respond to him, he sees where your eyes look and it's fixated on his chest so he leaves a chuckle as he wipes off his sweat from his nose and mouth.

"hello?" he mutters and then you flinch and take your eyes off him. "y-yeah?" he bites his inner cheek and looks down before he sees you. the redness of your cheeks confirms your embarrassment as you blink multiple times and look around the room, amazed that he's got all the gym equipment.

it gives you the idea to pass some time here, after all doing exercise is good for pregnancy as well as it helps with easing your delivery. "did I disrupt your sleep?" "no you didn't." "then why are you awake at 5 am?" he looks at the clock and then frowns.

'I spent an hour boxing?'

he hears himself speak inside his mind. "i.. haven't been sleeping well." you say and take the face towel that he holds and wipe off the drip. you examine his face now that you're close to him and he looks down at you and notices the dark rings around your eyes.

"what's wrong? Are you worried about your parents?" "I'm not worried about anyone, i just don't find comfort in any position. I think it's just a second-trimester thing." you mutter and hand him the towel back as Bam circles around your feet and licks your open legs. "Bam-i that tickles!" you laugh.

what you said may have added to Jungkook's already running mind so he tries to think of something he could do to help. "Is it the bed? Should I look for a softer mattress? or.."

"Hey, it's not the bed Jungkook." you say and giggle at how cute he looks with a concerned expression. he walks to the table and grabs his T-shirt so he can put it on. "what's the matter then? is it the change in place or is it something we should consult a doctor about?"

he asked and you just laughed him off as you pet Bam's ears. "it's nothing serious, I guess it's just a part of pregnancy." "I think I read about a pregnancy pillow. is that a thing?" he asks you at which your eyes sparkle with a couple of nods.

"oh yes, I think that's what I need. it popped up on my for you page." Jungkook acknowledges what you said and looks away, he tells himself that's the first thing he's got to do after he's done showering. he won't let another day pass with you unable to sleep.

"I'm just having terrible back pains, so I can't lay on my back for too long. and moving to the sides is getting difficult too so I'm just not as comfortable as I used to be." you tell him at which he nods and looks at you. "I will sort it out, for now.... wanna join me for yoga?" he grabs the yoga mat and looks at you with an eyebrow raised. you clap your hands and agree.

"oh goodie!!" you whisper under your breath, which he catches on fast and giggles. you sounded so innocent and sweet. "come on then." "with my pj's?" His eyes assess you from head to toe and then he nods. "yeah, you've got some shorts on."

you walk towards him, and he lays the mat for you, Bam and himself. "why'd you got so many mats?" "I just have them for the aesthetic, to fill up the spaces." he says and shakes it off. you laugh at how Bam prepares for his yoga too, he looks forward to his daily yoga sessions. Jungkook sits beside you and stops, he frowns and then realizes that you can't do the usual yoga that he does.

you've got to do prenatal yoga and it's different from regular practices, it has unique features that are exclusive for pregnancy to make it comfortable and easy. Jungkook gets on his feet and turns on the television that's fixed on the wall, he googles for prenatal yoga and finds a reputable instructor that YouTube offers.

you feel warm at how considerate he was, your heart feels tingles and butterflies, something that you've been feeling recently, a lot when he's around. It's amusing how you've overlooked the fact that you're pregnant and can't do the usual yoga practices you've been doing your whole life, but he noticed it before you did. "there, you can follow this."

he mutters as he turns the television to you and sits beside you. "thanks for being so thoughtful." you whisper and he gives you a sheepish smile with a shrug. "just do the basic steps, breathing and stretching. we should consult your doctor before you can do any heavy poses."

he instructs you with a cold look on his face that ... almost scares you. "okay Mr Jeon." he breaks his serious character and giggles with his bunny teeth on show. he loves it when you call him by Mr Jeon. sometimes he wonders if he has a Mr Jeon kink. you both have your yoga session with Bam, You felt relaxed and calm, and the quiet environment made everything so much better.

Jungkook incorporates Yoga so he can collect himself, collect all his scattering thoughts and allow himself to get going with a beautiful start to his day. "oh god, my back hurts." you whine as you palm your hips, your hand can't reach your back anyway.

"you good?" he quickly asks and looks at your face for any signs of concern. "my back pains are just getting worse. this bump is getting bigger and I can't breathe." you chuckle and cradle your belly, you feel satisfied when you do so, it makes you feel cute.

"fuck, if it gets worse then please let me know. don't keep it to yourself." he murmurs and you nod with a sigh. you lean on your palms and watch him, he looks at you confusedly. "I a-" "Let me guess. "I look very delightful. and you wanna do m-" "I'm hungry and craving pancakes topped with cream, strawberries, blueberries and Nutella."

you say as you bite on your lower lip and tease him. Jungkook chuckles and whispers. "I make better cream than store-bought." he says under his breath to himself. "heard that but no thanks I'm craving for something sweet not salty." he turns to face you and bites his inner cheek. "that so? remember me quite well huh?" "Don't you remember me?"

you ask him almost like a threat as you both get closer to each other. "I do, in fact..." he leans towards you, a few inches distance left between you two. "Mmm?" "You're sweeter than any dessert, darling. you can satisfy all my sweet cravings,"

"Okay now! what the fuck was that?" you groan in laughter and hit his chest, the both of you unable to contain each other's laughter. you both can't lie but you can feel the taste of it but you let it slide because now's not the time for anything sexual. you're both still at the beginning stage and there's more to it than sex.

"come, I'll make you the pancakes." "yay!" you squeak as he lends a hand to help you get on your feet. it's getting difficult to move around easily, the bump is bigger, rounder and just as heavier as it looks. "pancake time!!!" you scream and walk towards the kitchen, making him laugh hard.

He'd never seen you this happy. It had always been fleeting glimpses, and he never thought he would get to share these extended moments with you. Jungkook pulls out the mixer and the ingredients for the batter while you watch him make your breakfast, it's almost 7 am. Although you never have your breakfast this early, it still feels nice to be with him and be a part of his routine.

he drinks his coffee and it's all that he needs to get going. Bam's breakfast is ready too and is waiting to be served, the pup waits patiently by his bowls until he gets his meat. you don't understand why Jungkook has no staff around, he's got everything that he requires but no helpers? and why do they only come by his place on specific days?

it's leaves a big question mark in your mind and he's the only one with the answers. "there! your pancakes. I haven't got Nutella though. Can I drizzle some melted chocolate instead?" "Sure! anything chocolate works."

you say with a smile and he pours the melted brown liquid. he makes a mental note to take you to the supermarket so you can fill his kitchen with your favorite items too, so you can have them anytime you crave. "mmm, this tastes so good Jungkook!"

you moan and close your eyes. he chuckles and sips on his coffee, leaning on the counter as he admires you. Watching you eat brings him more joy than sex, a feeling Jeon Jungkook never imagined he could experience. "Is that good enough?" "good enough?? Jungkook, these taste better than my mom's!!"

you beam and continue to throw more into your mouth. what better way you start his day, than with you here? you've so easily taken away all his worries and thoughts, you just made everything positive and he can't stop looking at you. "your mom wouldn't like that. you better not tell her." "Oh, she'll say it herself if she tries them." "Will she?"

"yeah, totally!" he smiles and nods. "aren't you having any?" he shakes his head and points at his coffee, at which you frown. "That's not enough. You never have a proper meal. Even when I was working, all I ever saw you do was drink coffee the whole day."

"that's because I don't have an appetite." "That's not an excuse. here." You offer him a piece of your pancake that's speared on your fork. he turns his head away, reluctant to have it. "hey, have something. come on." a pout grows on your face and he can't deny you anymore. "okay, just this once." you nod.

you feed him the pancake and smile. "you need to have your meds." "oh yes, this reminds me. I've got to see Dr Sohee." Jungkook tilts his head as his eyebrows draw together. "is it about the back pain?" "no, I've got my 6-month scan. I'm 24 weeks today."

you speak with excitement lingering in your tone, your eyes light up and your hands Instinctively reach to caress your bump. "right. Is it today? I can take you." "Oh no no, you've probably got work. I'm good." You scrape the remaining chocolate off the plate and lick the spoon, tidying up the dish. Jungkook thinks he doesn't have to even wash it, it looks as clean as new.

he places it in the dishwasher and then comes to you. "I'll take you y/n, don't worry about it." he says sternly as he gives Bam his meat and then heads upstairs with you. "i just don't want to bother you..." you murmur and he stops in his tracks to look at you. "You're not a bother, baby. Get that silly thought out of your head."

He taps your forehead with his index finger and tightens his lips. "sure?" you look at him with large eyes, he wants to hit his head on the wall at how adorable you freaking look. "of course, darling. come here." he opens his arms to pull you to a hug but you push his chest. "eww, you stink. shower first."

he laughs with his bunny teeth. "I'll take a shower and be back then mm?" you nod and walk to your bedroom as he walks over to his. you pull up the blinds and the sun enters through the windows. 'it's not too bad, waking up before 12.' you think to yourself as you open them up, to let in the fresh air.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you take a moment to watch the streets below. It feels calming, a stark contrast to your apartment. The scenery is soothing to watch; while it's stunning at night, the rising sun maybe even more beautiful. after a few minutes you walk in and make the bed, place your plushy on the center of the pillows and pick what you're gonna wear for the day. an oversized tee and shorts pair the best.

Jungkook on the other hand, picked out his suit for today. a white shirt paired with a grey suit and light blush pink tie. As he buttons up the cuffs of his shirt, he remembers that the helpers will arrive in about an hour. Since you're alone at his place, he needs to let you know about their arrival.

but also maybe get your help with his tie, just so he could feel your hands on him. he bites his lips at how mischievous he is but he decides to go on with his impulsive thoughts. before you can freshen up, you hear Jungkook voice you. "y/n?" you walk out of your bedroom and follow his voice to his bedroom.

You glance around his room and can't help but marvel at how much it reflects his personality. Every detail seems to embody who he is. it's modern, classy and black and it's just so him. "wow, never thought a room could represent you so much. This room just screams Jeon Jungkook." you mutter and glance at him as he stands in front of the mirror, fastening the cuffs of his shirt. "you called me?" you wait by his door, twirling a little as you wait till he responds.

you can't get enough of how he looks in shirts. his whole office attire is everything, it's the only thing you wanna see him wear. the way the shirt fits his body, his biceps stick out so perfectly you can almost carve them with your eyes, the waistcoat captures his slim waist so gorgeously and all that's left is the coat.

"care to help?" his voice makes you flinch as you eyes soon move from his chest to his face. "yes?" he walks closer to you, fixing his waistcoat in place. "my tie." you see his tie looks disheveled, which of course he did intentionally just so he could use your hands.

he always does his tie by himself, which you're aware of too. your hand reaches the tie around his neck and places it according to the length it has to be. he looks down at you as you make the knot and let it come together. He notices how your eyelashes flutter with each blink, how your eyes stay focused on your task, and how your lips tighten when you're concentrating.

you place the tie inside the waistcoat and adjust it under his collar, your hands reach his shoulders before it comes to his neck. he feels your touch and the coldness of it through his white shirt. he's so close to you, he's just a few inches away from you. your eyes glance at his before you look back at what you're supposed to do.

he sees the blush creep up your cheeks, tinting them a soft pink. it makes him smile. "there, all done." you say as your hands stay on his shoulders, you meet his eyes and see how he's biting his inner cheek while he observes you. "you're gonna be late." you whisper as you tear your eyes away from his, you can't look at him, he makes you feel shy. "thanks.."

he murmurs at which you nod. "you need to take your hands off from me if you don't want me to be late." he jokes and you soon take them away, "i-i'm sorry-" he pulls you back to him and places his lips on your forehead, your eyes naturally close at the feeling of them on your skin. his lips always feel so soft, so safe.

he lets the kiss linger for a few minutes before he leaves apart. you look up at him with a sigh and smile. you feel so safe around him, with him, beside him. "have lunch and your vitamins. Text me for anything and I'll be back soon, okay?" you nod.

he looks at you for a few more seconds before he grabs his coat and office bag. "take care." you whisper. "you too, darling."

-

Jungkook sits on his chair as he reaches out to his drawer to pull out all the letters he received throughout the week. he usually reads his emails and answers them every night but letters are a bit messy and he takes his time with them, which is often why he misses out on certain important clients.

however, he truly hopes he doesn't find anymore letters from Yoongi, that would ruin his mood for the entire day. His day began on a high note; he was so in good spirits that he greeted every employee who passed by with a cheerful 'good morning,'

which is unusual for Mr. Jeon. he received replies from them but he failed to notice the frown followed after their response. clearly shows how out of the ordinary it was. Jungkook happily hums when he finishes sorting all his letters, relieved that none of them are from the people he wants to avoid.

he realises he didn't mention about the helpers coming by, he soon takes his phone and sends you a text. Jungkook relaxes for some time before he gets to the meeting that everyone has been anticipating for the week.

-

a yawn escapes from Hoseok's mouth as he enters the Jeon Industries building. he's got a bit of insomnia to deal with and only manages to get through the day with 30 minutes of sleep, and even that wasn't uninterrupted.

he's got projects to deal with and he's glad for Park who does everything so well. Jimin has been well after he was given your position he's even better at his work now. he's fully aware that this is a temporary position but he's taking advantage of it very well,

he'd impressed far too many clients and the praises between the staff don't seem to stop. it's a good thing, Hoseok thinks. It eliminates all the unnecessary attention he receives after your abrupt departure.

-

You freshen up and decide to unpack the rest of your luggage. you play some music on your phone while you fold your clothes and place them inside the closet. You're waiting for the helpers to arrive so you can get assistance with the clothes because you know for sure that you're not gonna be able to finish these off today.

you see a middle-aged woman knock on your room door, she's got a beautiful smile on her face, a lovely dress that she wears, long and flowy until her ankles, her cheeks sagging and her eyes smile lovingly.

"hello dear, may I come in." "Sure." she walks inside and Bam who was seated on your couch, runs to the woman and circles her feet. "good to see you Bam." she speaks kindly. the woman approaches you and examines you for some time before she looks down at your bump and then at the bed with all your clothes.

"need help?" you nod and she takes your t-shirts and begins to fold. "what's your name, dear?" "Lee Y/N." she nods and mouths your name. "pretty name," she chuckles along with you. there was silence, it was comfortable because the lady beside you was kind and wore a smile at all times.

her hair is golden but her grey strands stand out. She gets some black garment hangers so it will be easier for you to choose from, which you appreciate a lot for her thoughtfulness. "he never brought anyone home." She murmurs, causing you to stop folding your clothes. the woman exhales sharply and then proceeds to ask. "How many months are you in?" "Six months."

"Ah, this is the best time. It'll pass quickly, so make the most of it." she says, your hand cradles your bump as you look down and think. 'Man, it did go fast. six months already?' you didn't want to let go of what she said earlier, what did she mean by he never brought anyone home? do you want to ask her about it now, especially since it's the first time she's met you?

You smiled at her words, taking a moment to reflect. You should be able to feel the baby moving by now, it's always very light and you don't seem to understand what they are. are the tickles the baby or something else.

She cleans up your room while you drink your vitamins, and Bam stays close to you and waits for you to pet him. he loves it when you tickle under his chin and rub the top of his head. With Jungkook,

it's a whole different story. When he flips Bam's ears up and down, the little pup just lights up with joy. It's like Bam can't get enough of it, wagging his tail and bouncing around all excited. you spend the rest of your time seated on your couch while the rest of Jungkook's staff cleans up the house.

With nothing else on your agenda, you know you'll probably spend the entire day glued to your phone, scrolling through social media, checking messages, and maybe binge-watching videos. You're not one to nap during the day, so it's just you and Bam, and you're starting to worry about how to pass the time in this huge house. there's got to be something to do.

you walk to the kitchen and see the old woman by the dining table, setting up the chairs after she'd done vacuuming the floor. "hey..." you voice out for her since you didn't know her name, it was slightly awkward to call her out. "yes dear, do you need anything? you could've called me from your room, and I would come up to you."

she's gentle with her words and tone, you can almost see your lovely mother in her. You've made a mental reminder to ask Jungkook about her later. "no that's okay, I was just wondering if... maybe Jungkook has something to do? does he have anything at all?"

the woman smiles and gives you one short nod. "of course, let me guide you. Come." you follow her, as she walks to a room in a corridor. Jungkook's home has a minimalist vibe, with everything around being simple, classic, and visually stunning. There are many rooms you haven't seen yet, since he only showed you your room and the kitchen, and that was during a time when you weren't on the best terms.

But now, you're thinking it might be a good idea to ask him to give you a tour so you can get familiar with all the spaces in his home. Maya is her name, she told you while walking with you to the room she had just opened. Her smile was warm, and her voice carried a hint of excitement as she chatted about the house and the different rooms you might find interesting.

she didn't specify what each room was for but she told you that there were a total of 13 rooms in this mansion and it made you think what did he need 13 rooms for when he lived all by himself. "this will entertain you. I hope you enjoy.... reading."

she opens the door to the room filled with shelves of books leaving your jaw to drop in awe. it's not a metaphor here, your jaw actually drops when you see the number of books he has been hiding behind the doors. you don't think you can count the books in here, it would take you days! "oh...my god. Jungkook owns all these books?" you exclaim in excitement.

Maya chuckles and answers your question. "yes, these belong to Mr Jeon. he's read all of them." "All of them?" "Why yes, but he hasn't been reading any books lately so that's why the door stays closed." she speaks and you walk around each shelf and notice the number of romance books he's got.

"no way.." you giggle and grab a book, you love reading so this is gonna keep you occupied for the rest of the days to come. "I think I'm gonna grab a few books and take them to my room." "you can sit here if you want." she takes you to the corner of the room where there's a lovely little couch and plenty of cushions.

it looks so comfy and is just what you need. "oh thanks a lot Maya, you saved my day." "oh, it's nothing dear, enjoy reading. if you need any snacks, a drink anything. just voice my name and I will bring anything for you." you nod and the woman leaves the room.

you sit on the couch and look at the 5 books that you chose, contemplating which one you should read today. You can't seem to take your eyes off this really old book that's in your hand, it's 'The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.' you stop to think for a bit and then realize that there's a film about this story which you'd watched once long ago.

you flip through the pages and see wording written with a purple marker and a red one but with two different handwriting.

'the book has nothing like the film!' the purple words say.

'the movie is shit too!' the red one.

'no it isn't!' and the last purple words.

you chuckle as you think this must be Jungkook's writing although the two handwritings look very different from each other. You choose to read it and find out why he claimed the book is completely different from the movie and why he thinks the movie is shit too.

-

the clock strikes 6.50 PM and Jungkook has packed up to leave. he told you that he'll be taking you to the gyno so the appointment is at 7.20 PM and if he leaves the office now, he can make it to his place and pick you up to drive straight to the Drs.

[ From Jungkook ]

I'm leaving, be ready!

[ Y/n ]

for what?

[ From Jungkook ]

appointment?!!

[ Y/n ]

oh shit yes

slipped out of my mind

you pick out a cardigan and sweatpants because you're too lazy to get yourself dressed up, it's just the gyno anyway and secondly, you can't get your eyes off the book that you're reading. there's no way Jungkook does not like this book, he's crazy.

you soon put on the clothes and just a little bit of tinted serum so you don't look like a disaster, some clear lip gloss and a ponytail. you look okay. there's still time until Jungkook arrives so you stay inside the library. you've been in there for hours now, and the only times you ever leave is when you want a snack or when you have to pee which was about 9 times,

it ruined each moment of the book when you couldn't control it and had to run to your washroom. Bam follows you too and stays beside you while you read. you moved spots about 15 times by each hour.

Jungkook walks in to find only empty couches. "y/n? I'm back." he places his coat on the sofa along with his bag before he walks to the kitchen and doesn't find you there, he thinks maybe you're in your bedroom, asleep but when he opens the door, he's greeted with the empty bed. he begins to panic a bit, assumptions flooding his mind yet again.

"y/n??!!" he calls you out, this time louder and then he hears you answer him. "down here!" He follows your voice and notices that the door to his library is open. he never showed you this room before, how did you know? Jungkook walks inside and sees you seated on his ash-grey couch, with a book in your hand.

you tilt your head when you feel him standing behind you. "hey! how was work today?" you ask. "it was good- how-? how did you find this room?" you keep the book on the couch and get on your feet. he looks at you with a frown decorating his face. "well. I should ask you. why you didn't show me this room before?"

he looks at you, you're dressed in comfortable clothes, you look so beautiful even though you're in casual home wear. he sees the lip gloss and can tell that you've got some foundation or something on your face because it looks glowy and... he could go on. he looks down at the ground, his mouth open to speak but then he sighs.

"I- I just never thought about it." you suddenly feel very conscious about being in this room. what if he didn't want you to know? why are you even in his personal space? you both aren't super close yet so you shouldn't be loitering around his house when you've only been shown one room, that is your bedroom.

Jungkook notices the way your face changes like it lost its glow when he stammered his last sentence. no he didn't want you to think that you can't use his rooms or anything of that sort. of course, he wants you to know about every room, everything in his house, heck, even himself. he wants you to know and see everything.

"well, you should've. but um- I'm sorry if you didn't want me to know about it. I should've asked you-" "Hey.." his hands cup your face immediately. "don't be sorry. you don't have to ask me anything, you stay here now, this is your home too."

he coos to you as he speaks softly, letting you know what's his is yours too and you don't need to apologize for anything. "okay." you whisper and he nods, watching your eyes for some time until he realizes you've both got to go. "let's get going now, shall we?"

your smile gets wider and you nod super fast, like a child. he chuckles and gestures for you to walk first. he then peeps a bit to see what exactly you're reading. 'the notebook.' his smile fades as he recalls the back of the book where certain words have been written.

"come on!! I can't wait!!!" "Coming!" he leaves the room, trying to forget what he just saw. "you've got no idea, I'm super excited!!!" you squeak as he fastens the seatbelt for you because he wants to be a gentleman and does it instead of letting you do it. "yeah?"

"yeah!!!! oh my god...." your voice trails as he takes the driver's seat and then looks at you. "what?" "the gender... but I'm not ready to know!!!! what do we do? Should we keep it a secret? or find it out now? or we can-" Jungkook begins to laugh, you're so clueless and confused and cute, he doesn't know what to do, he just wants to keep watching you.

"what?!!! you're not helping me!" you fold your hands to your chest and look out the glass, slightly annoyed at his behavior. "baby I'm sorry." "you're mean!" "I'll make it up to you, I'll take you to the convenience store after we leave the Drs okay?"

You abruptly turn to look at him with a smile on your face. "sure??" "Of course darling." the drive to the hospital was quiet but comfortable, you could not stop thinking about the scan and the gender. it's getting real and you don't know how to stop your excitement from flooding. Jungkook glances at you and bites back his smile, you look so happy and eager, he can see it in your eyes.

You both enter together and make your way to Dr. Sohee's room. You sit in the waiting chairs and wait for your name to be called. your legs shake in anticipation, as your teeth keep nipping on your bottom lip. Jungkook gets concerned and places his hand on your thigh. "hey, calm down."

"how can I? I'm so fucking excited!!!" you whisper under your breath and cover your face, to stop your cheeks from turning any redder from all that thrill. he nods and taps on your thigh when the nurse calls you inside. "hello Y/n, how have you been?"

Sohee greets you with a smile as she gestures for you two to take your seats. "I've never been better!" "That's good, I see someone has been waiting..." she looks over at Jungkook before you and you three chuckle. "I just wanna know her gender already." "her?"

"well i-" "She likes to call her bump 'her' because she's got the bump and she's a she. if that makes sense..." Jungkook seemed slightly embarrassed as he interrupted when you were about to explain but then he seemed like his explanation didn't make much sense. Sohee laughs and nods as she says she gets it.

You hide your face in your hands and give the man's thigh a gentle tap from underneath the table. "well, come with me then. let's find out." you follow Sohee inside before you stop in your tracks and turn to Jungkook who stays seated. "you can come too."

you murmur and he tries to say it's okay but then you assure him that he can come inside too, so he does. you lay on the bed and raise your cardigan to allow Sohee to place the gel on your bump. Jungkook sees how big your belly has become, he hasn't seen it from this closeness and when he thinks about it, that his child is inside there, somehow he doesn't like that feeling and tries to shake it off. Sohee spreads the gel and monitors the heartbeats that Jungkook and you hear, it's so loud and peaceful and...

it brings you so much relief. the man who stands beside you can feel his heart rate rise too. he feels uncomfortable here and the sound of the heartbeat ringing so loudly, makes him want to leave but he doesn't. A soft smile appears on your face as your eyes close upon hearing it. It brings you a sense of serenity. "it sounds so gentle.." you whisper and sigh.

you look over at Jungkook and your smile gets wider, he looks and you and gives you a tightened smile. "okay!" you now see your baby floating around in your belly. "oooop!" Sohee stops and looks at you. her eyes get so big. "do you wanna know the gender?"

you bite your lip, contemplating if you should do this now or not. you look at Jungkook and he seems to have zoned out a bit, then you sigh and say. "no, not now." Sohee respects your decision with a nod. "well then, look here." she points at the screen. "this is your little one's thumb like you call your bump 'she'. she is sucking her thumb and is sleeping well."

an 'aww' leaves your lips as you look at the monitor and see how adorable your baby looks. Jungkook sees the picture but he can't seem to smile. "here are your pictures." Sohee hands a print of the scan and wipes off the residue off your bump.

Jungkook helps you and you both get back to your seats. "everything is fine, normal. your baby is okay and I've got your gender. baby is healthy and weighs a good 2 pounds, everything is developed and you've got nothing to worry about. get back home, have some cake and get a good rest." you chuckle and nod. "thanks Dr! I'm glad that baby is safe."

"of course, you both are taking good care of the little one." "uh Dr, y/n's been having some trouble sleeping. what can we do about it?" Jungkook asks. "oh that's normal, just some back pains I'm assuming. get yourself a pregnancy pillow and you'll be okay maybe some cuddles would do too."

she winks at Jungkook and he blushes. you both leave the room, you've got a smile decorating your face and Jungkook's got one too because you're happy. "Why didn't you want to find out the gender?" he asks, intrigued about why you want to keep it hidden when you were jumping in excitement to find out. you look down the ground as you walk in your crocs.

it's unattractive, childish but it's you and even though Jungkook so badly wanted to laugh at your Hello Kitty Crocs, he didn't because you look too adorable and he loves how raw you are. "um...I want to find out the gender with you."

Jungkook frowns at this and stops walking further. you both are close to his car parked at the lot and he just needs time to absorb what you just said. you turn back and look at home, gesturing him to come and he does. "but I was with you." he says as you lean against the door of his car and he stands in front of you, between your legs.

He feels guilty, even hurt when you say that. You can see it on his face: his large eyes are downcast, and he wears a visibly pained expression. "no.. you weren't with me.... anyway, you promised to take me to the convince store. let's go!"

you take your passenger seat and he walks to the driver. he knows he's not gonna get any sleep tonight after what you just said to him. The drive was yet again quiet, unspoken words lingered. He's gonna go home and talk this out with you. he stops at the store and lets you walk inside as he follows.

"get your snacks, I'll get the necessities." you nod and grab a cart, you get a large jar of Nutella, some chocolate flavored milk and now you're about to grab some chips. "shit, the options are crazy." you whisper to yourself and contemplate which ones to get.

you see some Korean snack that looks appetizing but you can't seem to reach it. "fuck-" You raise your hand high, trying to reach the bag, but then a hand comes over to help and retrieves it for you. "here you go!"

he hands over the chips to you. "oh thank you!!!" you take it from his hand and place it on your cart. "y/n?" you hear a familiar voice call you out. you look at him and freeze when you see the man. "hoseok?"

He looks at you with surprise, his eyes widening. When he notices your bump, his gaze shifts downward, and he becomes motionless, unable to blink as he takes in the sight.

"you're-? you're pregn-"

"Hey y/n, I found a new pasta shape, it's minion shaped, should we get it- Mr. Jung?

next chapter ⇢

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Do I make you nervous?

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: Unit Chief em noticed that you get a little flustered around her and she picks up on your crush 

Word Count: 1.9k

Fluff, (kissing)

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

(ik it's chief em but Derek and Spencer are still gunna be in the BAU)

Emily's pov:

I walked to the round table as I just got notified about a case out in Montana and had called in the team. I was setting out everyone's tablets and got Garcia to send them the case information.

I heard some shuffling behind me and footsteps approaching the room. I turned around and saw y/n, she's a younger agent that joined the team around 2 years ago. She's an amazing profiler and has adapted to the team well, although she always seems to be a bit nervous around me. I'm not sure if it's because I'm her boss, or maybe she finds me intimidating? I'm not sure. 

"Hey!" she says in her usually cheery voice.

"Hi, you got here quick." I say surprised at her speed, I only called them in like, 10 minutes ago.

"Yeah, I was in the area, so I just came in." She was looking everywhere but my eyes and a rosey tint stained her face. I smirked to myself as she set down her coffee cup and took a seat. 

Reader pov:

Oh my god. Could she be anymore hot? Like I know she's my boss and quite a bit older than me but, hey, a girl can dream. She can obviously feel my stare and turns round to look at me, I instantly avert my gaze to the tablet in front of me and start flicking through the crime scene photos. 

"Y/n/n, can I ask you something?" She asks as she stalks closer to me. Heat rises up my neck and into my face once again. 

"Uh- uhm yeah ofc course." At that moment Garcia walks through the door completely oblivious (which is very strange, she notices everything) of all the tension she just walked in on. 

"Okay so, the case was sent to the tablets 15 minutes ago, the jet is ready and everyone should be here- oh y/n/n hi!" her voice lifting my mood instantly. Pen has that effect on everyone she meets and I love that about her. 

"Hi Pen!" I reply just as enthusiastically, happy to have the previous conversation interrupted.

Once Garcia had come in she was closely followed by: Spencer, Rossi, Tara, Derek and JJ. We all sit down, ready to be briefed about the case.

"Okay so we're going to the one and only Treasure state of Montana my crime fighting friends..." 

Time skip to when they're in Montana:

Emily pov:

Me and y/n are setting up in the local PD while everyone else is out at either, crime scenes, disposal sights or interviewing witnesses. I chose for her to stay with me because she's been acting weird around me ever since she joined the team but, it's been getting worse recently. I was going to ask her about it in the meeting room earlier but, we were interrupted by Garcia. 

"Can you pass me the photos from the scene?" She asks, looking at me with those gorgeous y/e/c eyes. She's your subordinate Emily Jesus- I mean she's been acting weird but that doesn't mean she likes you! I look around in the case box and pull out the photos, she had shifted her position so she was now not facing me. I walked over and brushed my hands over her lower back and handed them to her. Her head snapped round to face me as she took the photos. Her fingers danced over mine as she took them from my hand. I see her blushing as she smiles and look back to the board. This is going to be fun.

Reader pov:

HUH? Her hand brushed and lingered on my back and she touched my hand as she gave me the photos. God I don't know if I'm reading too far into this. I really hope I'm not. 

I begin pinning up the photos as Derek and Spencer walk in the room.

"You got something?" Emily asks them expectantly.

"Yeah, a plate from the vehicle the UnSub used to kidnap Sarah Johnston. 24Y-FTX." Spencer said as he picked up his phone, presumably to call Garcia.

"Already? So this is going to be over quite quick then, huh?" Derek looks over and nods as Garcia's voice rung out from Reid's phone. 

"The car is registered to a Gary Solomon, and Ive got a home address and he's unemployed so no work address! Sending it to you now!" Pen hung up as we checked our phones.

"Get JJ, Rossi and Tara to meet us there." Emily tells Morgan as we all walk to the SUV's. Derek and Spencer get into one, leaving the other to me and Emily. Great. 

We climb into the car and speed off in the direction of the house. I can feel Emily's eyes on me at points but I choose to ignore her and focus on saving the girl he took. 

We pull up to the house and get ready with the team to storm it, going in our original groups, me and em round the back, JJ, Rossi take the left, Tara and Spencer take the right, and Derek breaks down the door and goes in the front. We go in through the back, Emily in front of me and we begin our sweep through the house. Doors are swung open and signals are passed left and right. 

"Hey, stop a sec." Emily says holding up her hand. I hear a faint creaking of floorboards to our left. I raise my gun and point it down the dark hallway of the house. We being walking down it, slowly as to not give away our position. 

"Look out!" I hear Emily say before she grabs me by my hips and pulls me flush against her. I hear a bullet whistle past my ear. I lift my gun and shoot the guy a few times before he drops to the ground. 

A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as Morgan simultaneously radios in that they found the girl. It takes me a second to realise Emily is still gripping my hips and that if I were to move an inch closer our lips would touch. I clear my throat and break away from her warmth as I go to check the guy is gone. As I suspect, he's dead so we call in the ambulance crew to pick him up. 

"Good work here today guys, the jet isn't leaving till the morning as it's too late right now but, I think we could all do with a little sleep. Garcia booked a hotel just down the street so let's get going." A chorus of 'thank god's' and 'good, I didn't want to sleep in the jet' rippled through the night air as we made our way to the SUV's once again.

Time skip to when they're at the hotel:

Emily pov: 

I walk over to the front desk and ask for the reservations made under the name Prentiss, and the lady at the desk tells me there's been 4 rooms booked, two double and two single as they were sold out of everything else. Instantly JJ and Tara, and Spencer and Derek pair up and run to grab the keys for the double room and speed off before we can argue. I look at Rossi and can see he clearly doesn't want to share a room which I totally understand and hand him a key to his own room. 

"Looks like we're roommates for the night," I say to the y/h/c standing next to me. As soon as I said it she averted her eyes from raking up my body to the floor. She muttered something I couldn't quite make out but I chose to not push due to her demeanour, something about us sharing a room is making her nervous and I think I know exactly what. We step into the lift and I click the floor we're on, y/n was slightly in my way as I did it so I help her waist to get lean over her, I felt her tense and the relax under my touch. I stand beside her as we start our silent ascent to our floor.

Reader pov: 

I'm sharing a room, with one bed, with Emily Prentiss. If I wasn't so helplessly attracted to her I'd be okay, but, I'm helplessly attracted to her so... 

We walk to our room and she swipes the key card to let us in. There isn't even a sofa to sleep on. Great, so we're definitely sharing a bed. 

We move silently as we change and do our nighttime routines. Emily starts walking towards me as I brush my hair in the full length mirror.

"I never got to ask you that question you know," My breath catches in my throat at the proximity. I can feel her hot breath on my neck, and her hands ghost over my waist as she speaks. I stiffen at the touch and look away. "Do I make you nervous?" I dryly swallow as I look at her.

"What would you do if I said yes?" 

"You'll have to find out." 

I turn around and meet her eyes, her hands are now firmly planted on my waist, her grey hair falling perfectly over her shoulders and her pyjama tanktop capturing her figure perfectly. My arms find their way around her neck as I lean in a little bit closer, her nose brushes over mine as I do so.

"Yes, you do." I whisper, feeling my breath fan over her lips. 

As soon as I finish my sentence she closes the gap in a soft, slow kiss. It's warm and comforting, as our lips dance together as if we've done this a thousand times before. The cage of butterflies in my stomach doubles and she puts her right hand on my cheek and starts caressing my face as she deepens the kiss by running her tongue over my bottom lip and asking for entrance, which I gladly gave. Our tongues fight for dominance, and she quickly wins that battle. She explores my mouth, not leaving an inch untouched. I happily sigh into the kiss, who knew she felt the same way? Air begins to become a problem and we pull away. Her dark eyes, stare at me for a moment before pulling me back in to peck my lips once more.

"When we get back home, do you want to go on a date with me?" Emily seems nervous to ask the question, which I find weird for two reasons: one, is the em is never nervous and two, her tongue was just down my throat, what does she think? 

"I'd love to em." I smile ear to ear as I get pulled into her warm embrace.

"C'mon let's go to sleep, it's getting late." I agree with her as we slip under the covers, our bodies mould together as if we were two puzzle pieces sliding into place. She was behind me, spooning me and she had her arms wrapped tight around me. I had my head under hers and one my arms are tangled with hers as they wrap around me. She kisses the crown of my head as I drift of to sleep, my only thought being that this, us, it just feels right. 

She's my person.

A/N: lmao sleep deprived and had motivation sorry if it isn't great, DONT FORGET TO LEAVE REQUESTS!!!

[ambswoso]

invisible string - leah williamson

hi lovelies.

basically i’m in the process of writing a leah williamson fic but it’s going to be on wattpad because no matter how hard i try i can’t write short fics.

it’s a friends to lovers slow burn with a hell of a lot of pining. i just wanted to add a snippet of a chapter here and see what everyone thinks.

it’s only a small snippet but i’ve wrote a lot more already.

“Hey beautiful.” I heard him down the phone.

“Hi, you okay?”

“Yeah just checking up on my girl.” I could hear his smile down the phone. “And i just wanted to tell you that I probably won't be here when you get back tomorrow.”

“Oh, why?” i frowned.

“Just got to help dec with some stuff tomorrow afternoon and evening, nothing special.” He brushed off.

“Okay, well let me tell you about what Sarina said in the meeting ear-” I started.

“Actually babe, I don't really have time to talk, I just wanted to let you know about tomorrow.” he said, sounding preoccupied.

“Oh, well I love you, I'll see you maybe tomorrow.”

“Yeah erm probably not. Bye baby.” and he hung up.

Taking a moment, I gripped the sink and inhaled deeply trying to get the feeling in the pit of my stomach to go away. Something felt off about that phone call, but something felt off in almost every other phone call we've had for about 6 months. I looked in the mirror and painted a smile on my face in case any of the girls were still in my room.

Luckily, Leah was the only one left.

“You okay?” she asked, as she put her phone down next to her on the bed.

“Yeah I'm fine.” I started to tidy up from where some of the girls had left cushions or cups. “I’m just tired, you know. Forgot how intense everything is here.”

I finally looked up to Leah’s eyes following me around the room. She was looking at me in a way only Leah did, a way that I didn't even have the words to describe.

“Can I just have a cuddle?” I asked her, my voice breaking half way through my question.

She didn't say anything, she didn't have to. She just held her arms out, inviting me in. I lay down virtually on top of her and wrapped my arms around her waist whilst hers went to my hair.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she whispered.

“No, can you just stay here for a minute?” I said, really fighting to hold back the tears I knew were brewing.

“You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried.”

[cozmowrites]

Thief: Chapter One

Dragon Barbarian (Prince)! Bakugou x Thief Fem! Reader

Before you read ahead, this is just chapter one of many that's already uploaded on wattpad/ao3 and I wanted to share here in case anyone wanted to continue to read it as I will not be adding more chapters on tumblr.

read it all here: wattpad || ao3

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I chuckled digging my hands into another pocket, a whole bag of coins I felt. I think I've run this town dry of it's coins and jewels. I think it's about time to go. I left leaving the townspeople searching for their lost possessions. Back home I go and all so soon. I'm quite the thief if I do say so myself. My hands are like butter and no one notices them when I dig my grubby little hands into their pockets and bags.

I town hop, every other town is safe from me for the time being while the other town over would be robbed of their riches. My goal is to provide enough for my family who have grown sick. My father works tirelessly as a workman and my mom works at home. Both are extremely ill but keep working hard for me. If only I could be more of use to them. I started stealing little things, a few coins here and there just to pay for some food.

I count out my change I collected so that I could buy some medicine before I get home. These coins should be enough for two people. I should also find a town that I can trade these necklaces and bracelets for some money as well. "Oh well." It'll be a while for that. I have to buy the medicine and then go into the dark for another while. I have heard news in the last town that the castle has some precious items that will sell for so much money. That's my goal.

+++

"I'm home!" I say, rushing to my parent's room and redoing the towel that sat on my mom's forehead. My dad is still out working in the fields, sadly. I dipped the warm towel in some cold water and placed it back on her forehead. "I only had made enough money for one container of medicine."

Her breathing was getting worse so I hurried on getting a new glass of water for her to drink and opened the medicine. Giving her both, her breathing slowed and she was less sweaty.

"That should do it for now."

She's not too bad, every now and again she'll collapse from the house work or making food. This is one of those times. She used to sell her baked goods but ever since she's gotten sick, she hasn't been able to.

"I'll be going to Claythel in a few days for another errand run and job expedition."

I don't expect her to respond, she's finally doing okay. I'll have to go into town and do a couple jobs so I can get enough to leave father with a medicine in case for him or mother. I decide to begin dinner. Soup, easy enough, plus we don't have that much food here. I begin the boil, then cut the chosen foods. It'll be good to hear up when father gets here too. I'll try and feed some to mother before bed too. Afterwards, I'll head to town to get an earful of jobs for the night. Pubs should do the trick scouting jobs.

+++

I left a note incase father would get back before me and left out the door. Sundown was close, a good 20 to 30 minutes left. Pubs and restaurants getting filled with drunkards. I do what I must to make ends meet, even if it means selling my own body or becoming a servant. My parents would hate me doing things like this, but it means taking care of my family.

Walking into town felt like an eternity, but it was only 10 minutes. The sun was already setting, the pink and purple hues merging together. "What jobs are posted for the day?" I mumbled to myself looking at the job board. Nothing much except picking weeds. I pick that one for tomorrow and grab the paper with the address on it. It's a noble's house, I recognize the address. They don't have a maid for that? Eh, doesn't matter. It's money nonetheless.

I walk into a pub, trying to find the sketchy people in the corners. Shinso washed glasses and mugs, pouring new drinks as well and handing them to those at the bar. I walk up and sit on the stool provided. "Hey kiddo." He grumbled with a smile. This was his pub, he owned it. Shinso is so strong though, breaking apart fights and stuff. He was tall, pretty buff, dirty purple hair and purple eyes. His tired eyes is what made him more badass than when he first opened the pub back when I was just a teen. He was like a brother to me, much older, and would always treat me to sweet snacks.

"Any jobs that were talked about?" I asked, sipping on the water that he gave me.

"The boys in the back need another beer, sir." Kendo, a waitress here comes up to the bar. Her ginger hair used to be unusual, just like that girl's in the Claythel kingdom, but more people started coming out of the shadows about strangely colored hair, hair of green and blue, and purple, that it's a lot different now. The teal eyes sparkled under the dim lights, she notices me shortly after, holding her tray to her chest. She's hot, but she's not into girls. "The boys in the back are looking for company, a few silver coins as pay." She said to me, putting the beer mugs on her tray.

I look back there, a bunch of disgusting men sat flirting with Kendo. She would brush it off and make friendly chit-chat with them. I stand up despite Shinso telling me not to. I gave him a reassuring look and he sighs. He can't stop me considering I'm 19, but he really does look out for me. I pat Kendo on the shoulder slightly before leaning over the table and get into my seductive act. "I heard you boys were looking for some... attention?"

I looked them over, each of them obviously watching my chest. I stood back up and crawl over one lap to sit in between the better looking two of the 5. I leaned into one of the guy's sides making him flustered as fuck.

"I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anymore drinks." She leaves me and these filthy men alone. I hate this, but they said they would pay so that was enough for me.

+++

I return home after a long night and begin to pack up for tomorrow's journey. I grabbed medicine, two bottles this time, and left a note for father. I told him I would be out at Claythel getting some supplies for some tools, then explained the medicine. Luckily, between those 5 men and a few others later on that night, I scrounged up enough for two medicine bottles. I got lucky. The pub was still buzzing about this castle gemstone so that's what I was off to do. Steal it and sell it.

I'll get some sleep today and leave tonight, late night.

[animehideout]

Hello!! can you do gojo x dumb but kind reader?

like reader could be playing a game and someone starts bragging to her about how they won and she just like "Oh okay well I think you were really good! you deserve it:D"

Like she can making anyone who was insulting her feel bad in seconds

and gojo sometimes calls u dumb or makes joke that you don't understand so you think he's serious or calling you dumb so you start crying and he has to make it up to you (^o^)

Please and thank you lots of fluff as well!!!

Gojo Satoru X Dumb but Kind Fem! Reader

a/n: thanks anon for this request, and sorry for the late update 🫶🏻

ps: I'm working on all the requests, sorry for taking too long to post all of them, but there are a lot of requests + working on Wattpad so thank you for your understanding

It became a weekly routine for you to gather in the Jujutsu high school common room, playing games together to unwind and have some fun, aiming to relieve stress of the missions. Occasionally, students from Kyoto high schools joined in for friendly competitions.

Gojo, was always there, he has always enjoyed the competitive spirit during these sessions.

The air was full of laughter and cracking jokes every now and then. You were quietly playing by yourself in a corner, minding your own business. But, your peace had to be interrupted by none other than Mai. She's always eager to tease and make fun of you without any apparent reason. She enjoyed showing off, knowing you wouldn't fight back. You're just too kind for this world.

She approached you and everyone in the room knew what she's about to say, a smirk revealing her intentions.

"Watcha doing, Y/n? Oh, you're still there. I don't think you made any progress. You see, I already won that game—all the levels."

Her aim was clear: to make you feel weak, dumb and like a loser. However, you excelled at turning insults into lessons in kindness. Without missing a beat, you paused your game, flashed a smile, and responded,

"Oh, wonderful! You did well Mai; you deserve it."

It's Mai we're talking about, so she wouldn't feel bad, but rather embarrassed. She continually attempted to bring you down, but always faces your kindness every time. Not only her, but others often underestimated your abilities, often teasing you about it and calling you names.

Perhaps because it takes you a bit longer than others to understand something, but that's completely normal. People are just mean.

"Hey, why don't you compete with her?" suggested one of them.

"Whaaat?. She'd probably get her ass beaten in less than 3 seconds," exclaimed Mai's best friend.

"I think Mai is a formidable opponent; she's brilliant," you responded with a friendly smile, shifting your focus back to your game.

They exchanged glances, attempting to provoke you, but couldn't. Your kindness often shields you, either because you don't fully grasp their intentions to bully you or because you don't take them or their words too seriously. After all, why let someone your age calling you dumb make you feel sad?

However, this is not the case with Gojo Satoru.

You take him way too seriously, hanging on to each word as if it were truth. You know it's his nature to be playful and teasing, but his occasional jokes have a different impact on you. Despite this, you've never dared to confront him. Instead, you've worn a fake smile, blinking away tears. But today was different; it became your breaking point.

Finally, Mai left you alone, granting you some peace to play without disturbance. While others were busy competing and laughing, you didn't notice Gojo standing right behind you. A small mistake slipped into your gameplay, one that could have been easily avoided, but you couldn't help it.

"That was a dumb move, Y/n!" Gojo exclaimed, startling you.

"Huh?"

"That mistake could have been easily avoided, but you had to be dumb as usual" he added, rolling his eyes.

A lump formed in your throat, tears threatening to fall.

"I-I was just—" you stuttered.

"You've gotta practice if you want to be like your friends. I'm not only talking about this game but real life too" he added.

Unable to respond, your eyes remained fixed on the game in front of you. They were red from holding back tears, and you didn't want him to see.

Gojo then stood in the center of the common room and said,

"Hey, guys, listen to this joke. Why did that kind girl try to tell a joke about time travel?" He started , and when they asked why, he said, "Because she thought it was about fixing all her past misunderstandings. Turns out she couldn't grasp the punchline in any timeline."

The room erupted in laughter.

"That was a good one" said one of the students.

You stood there feeling out of place, realizing the joke was about you from the way everyone laughed and pointed.

Overwhelmed, you excused yourself from the crowded room, seeking comfort in the garden. The weight on your chest felt unbearable, and tears were threatening to fall. Gojo, sensed your distress when you left the room, mentally cursed himself, his joke might have gone far. So he decided to follow you.

He found you on the stairs, tears streaming down your face as you gazed at the trees.Concerned, he approached,

"Hey Y/n, are you okay?"

It was time to confront him. Keeping your focus on the trees, your voice cracked as you spoke,

"Why do you always do that? Make fun of me in front of everyone? Is it fair to call me dumb for the slightest mistakes?" Frustration overflowed.

Gojo's playful side vanished, replaced by sincerity and seriousness,

"I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I didn't realize it was affecting you like this."

Wiping away your tears, you replied,

"Giving no reaction and faking a smile doesn't mean it doesn't affect me. I'm just good at hiding it."

He felt really bad, realizing that he took it too far this time and that his jokes and teasing had been making you sad all the time.

"Why do you even do it?" you asked again.

"I thought it was all good and fun, just like with everyone else. I was trying to lighten the mood. I didn't know it bothered you that much. Sorry about that, princess. I'll make it up to you."

"Nah you don't have to" you resisted,

but he insisted,

"No, I want to." Standing up, he exclaimed, pulling you close.

With his thumbs, he wiped your tears and tucked your hair behind your ears, whispering,

"Let me fix it. I'm sorry for making you feel that way. You're a kind soul. Would you give me a chance?"

You're too kind to turn him down so you nodded.

"come on show me that precious smile of yours here you go princess oh I love that sweet smile I'll make sure it never leaves your face"

To say the least, he made you feel significantly better. His comforting gestures were genuine and sincere. you could feel him pulling you into a warm, big hug.

You're precious to him, and teasing is his way of expressing love.

"You're too good for this world Y/n!!"

He realized that sometimes words even in jest, could cut deeper than intended. He promised to be more careful, acknowledging that people might not see through good intentions, since people can't read minds.

So it's always better to speak something positive or remain silent.

if anyone treats you with disrespect, make sure to defend yourselves pookies. Never let anyone calls you dumb or underestimates you. You're too precious, you're unique, don't let people bring you down! speak up and defend yourselves 🫶🏻💪🏻