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russellsppttemplates · 1 year ago

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How bad is it? (Lance Stroll)

Lance is there to help you through another time of the month

Note: english is not my first language. I'm trying to include Lance a little bit more in my blog (if you have any Lance account recommendations, let me know!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as this was a very self indulgent piece, also with the help of three lovely anons (thank you so much for sending the asks in (I choose not to share them as they could be a bit more personal for you))! This is also the second smutty piece I write, as I don't write many because while I love to read them, I don't think I write them that well, but this one just had to be it because it is really relatable and it's also part of it all!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader's period (mentions bleeding, cramps, pains), smut (period sex)

"Are you and Lance doing anything this weekend?", Chloe asked, sipping her coffee while you stirred your tea, "yes, we are both taking Friday off so we can have a long weekend with the bank holiday on Monday. I think he has some things planned, nothing too structured and rather just for us to spend some time together", you smiled, tapping your spoon on the edge of the cup before taking a sip, hoping the warm drink would help you settle your stomach after another dinner with the Strolls where you had a variety of food so wide you're sure you were not the only one who didn't know half of the names of all the foods you had.

When you got home later that night, you got ready for bed, sitting carefully on the bed after putting two of the decorative pillows by your feet so you could prop them up, "are your legs feeling tired?", Lance inquired as he walked out of the ensuite, dress in his sleeping shorts after he also got ready for bed, "a little bit, it was probably the heels I wore today", you noted, opening your arms so you could cuddle and nuzzle your face in Lance's neck, kissing his soft skin, "Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight", he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

Waking up the next morning was not the experience you or Lance had hoped for. Your boyfriend had woken up a little bit earlier so he could get started on breakfast, knowing that he'd have at least a twenty minutes head start before you could notice he was gone from the bed and look for him. On your end, you woke up because of the expected reason, feeling the loss of Lance's body and the heat he provided before you felt the pressure on your lower belly increasing, groaning to cope with it, "please, please, please, not this weekend", you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and confirming that, indeed, your period had arrived. Grabbing your products from the cabinet, you got yourself sorted and then dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Lance's t-shirts before making your way downstairs, smelling what you assumed was pancakes.

Lance was indeed flipping pancakes on the stove, his naked back to you inviting you to curl up against him, making you clear your throat in hopes of not startling him, catching his attention, "I was going to bring this up to the bed", he murmured soflty, turning off the induction stove so the last pancake could finish cooking and then opening his arms to hug you, "Good morning, did you have a good sleep?", Lance said after he kissed your forehead, "Good morning, handsome. I was fine until I woke up and mother nature decided it was time for me to feel like I have a baby dinosaur eating my uterus for breakfast", you groaned, finding some comfort on the warmth radiating off of Lance's skin, "from 1 to 10, how bad is it, my love?", he asked, earning a mumbled "7" from you before your face cringed, "is it the smell of the pancakes?", your boyfriend questioned again, moving the plate away from you once you nodded.

Looking at the fridge, you decided that eggs would be the best option, since the smell of your favourite pancakes currently made you nauseous, "I can make them", you reasoned with Lance, "your pancakes are going to get cold, bub", you insisted, your boyfriend easily taking the bowl and fork you were planning to whisk the eggs in away from you, "breakfast was going to be my treat anyhow, but now that you're not feeling your best, I'm keen to continue with it", he smiled, kissing your forehead and shushing you to sit in one of the stools in the kitchen island, stealing glances once in a while.

While Lance ate his chocolaty pancakes, you ate your toast with scrambled eggs, "so, what are the plans for today?", you asked, "you said you wanted to do that trail by the forest, and it looks like it's a good day for i-", you began suggesting, remembering his excitement when he came back from a run and suggested that you would join in someday for a walk along the trail, "Y/N, I was planning on having a weekend cuddled up to you, doing whatever you wanted to do inside, and since your monthly cycle has greeted you earlier, I'm especially not going to suggest, much less take you, to do that trail, okay?", he interrupted you, his hand joining yours on the cold stone counter top, "I know you like the back of my hand, and while I appreciate that you want to do something I liked and suggested we do, I also want to take care of you and let you rest, because I bet the last thing on your mind is putting on leggings and going for a walk outside", he finished his rant, eyes sparkling at your blushing cheeks, "yes, I was hoping you'd want to stay in", you mumbled, puckering your lips so he could kiss them, "this weekend was always going to be about us, so cuddles and kisses it is".

Sitting in the living room sofa, Lance picked out a comedy show you both liked to watch, having spent enough time on it to the point where you know most of the lines already. It was all fine until your boyfriend's hand, that had been rubbing circles on your lower belly, began rubbing wider circles and accidentally touched your boobs, "fuck, Lance!", you hissed, your hand moving to where his was previously, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!", your nervous boyfriend scrambled, "they're very sensitive, more so than usual", you explained, trying to soften the concerned crease on his forehead, "I know they look good, but you might have to stay away from them for a little bit", you teased him, relief overcoming you when you finally saw him smile.

After havin lunch, you felt good enough yo help Lance tidy the kitchen, despite his initial concern that it would make your back pain and cramps worse. You were putting the last plates on the cabinet when you felt the first cramp since earlier in the morning, slowly getting back up and resting your hands on the counter top, trying to soothe the pressure by rocking your hips on slow circles, "Are you okay, sweetheart?", Lance asked when he saw you, putting the table cloth in its designated drawer and approaching you, his hands on your hips, "My cramps have started again", you groaned, turning around so you could steal a cuddle from Lance, supporting your chin on his sternum and looking up at him, "how bad is it?", he asked, "about a seven, eight maybe, they're picking up", you mumbled, "is there anything I can do for you?", he questioned, "some cuddles would be nice right now", you suggested, pushing him to your shared bedroom.

Even though you had to get up a few times to use the bathroom since your flow was always heavier around the first few days, the cuddles and the nap you took helped distract you from the uncomfortable pressure on your tummy that had been building up.

"Do you have your products or do I have to pop to the store?", he asked gently, "I have enough, thank you. I stocker up last month", you reasoned, "but I was wondering if we have everything to make a carbonara? I just remembered it exists and now I can't stop thinking about it", you blushed. "I saw them all this morning, I think we do, yes. So, no sweet cravings this month?", he pointed out, "so far, no. At least I didn't steal your pancakes and you can't blame me for making you eat sugary things this month", you winked, "I did that once! The rest of the times I have mastered the art of hiding it from the nutrition team!".

By the end of the night, you were back in bed, tummy full of good food and waiting for Lance to come up and joing you, "I warmed this up", Lance announced as he walked inside the bedroom room, your wheatbag on his arm while he carried a tray with some water and snacks on it, "I also have some meds here in case it doesn't help", putting the wooden board on top of your nightstand and sitting beside you, "I thought I was out of them", you looked at the box, "I noticed you were running out and bought another box when I came back from the factory the other day, just forgot it in my car", he explained.

Opening your arms, you managed to just about lace them around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours so you could kiss him everywhere your lips could reach, "thank you, my love. I would've been miserable if I didn't have you here today", you pushed him to be closer to you, cuddling once again in his chest while he ran his hand along your back, often kissing the top of your head.

When Lance noticed you were falling asleep, he tapped your arm so he could have a little bit of your attention, "I know the bag is still warm, but if at any point it stops working, the tray has your meds, some water and snacks of it gets too much during the night, okay? And wake me up if you need anything", he tutted, earning a nod of confirmation from you and then a kiss to his naked chest.

Waking up was a slightly better experience that it had been the morning before, feeling Lance's body heat against your own, the wheatbag long forgotten on the floor. Somewhere around three in the morning, you had to wake up to change your pad and take one of the pills with Lance's help, since you couldn't help the lightheaded feeling that overcame you, "I'm sorry you feel like this, gorgeous. But I'm here for whatever you need", he comforted.

Laying with your back to Lance's chest, it was not difficult to figure out that you were in fact feeling his morning wood. Unlike last month, where you wouldn't allow Lance to even touch your tummy without you having a shirt on because you just didn't feel that great and felt a tad bit gross, this time around you were turned on by it. Wiggling closer to him, you turned yourself around so you could face him, kissing his neck in hopes of slowly waking him up, "to what do I owe the pleasure of being waken up like this?", your boyfriend's croaky morning voice rasped, his hands coming to hold your waist as pulling you impossibly closer to him, "I woke up to this", you palmed his erection through his sleeping shorts, "and I have my very handsome and amazingly wonderful boyfriend right next to me in bed", you carried on, hands feeling the muscles contract on his abdomen, "and I'm a bit horny too, all these hormones are making me very needy", you gulped, finishing with a kiss to Lance's throat.

Moving his hand under your pyjama top, Lance continued to nip kisses anywhere he could, "do you want to keep this here?", he asked, pulling his face away enough so you could look at eachother in the eye, "can we move this to the shower? It will be less messy", you suggested, your boyfriend not allowing any of the embarrassment features that framed your face stay any longer, nodding and kissing your lips passionately before he took you to the en suite, turning on the shower while you sorted yourself out from the night before, helping you take off your clothes so you could both get inside.

The warm water was helping your bodies loosen up, hands roaming on the other's body, feeling and leaving caresses as his fingers travelled to your hips, one hand holding you in place against the cold tiled wall as his hand moved to touch your clit, "Would you like me to play with your boobs too? Or are they still to sensitive?", your boyfriend asked lovingly, his hand that was holding you in place now free and caressing the side of your chest, "they hurt still", you mumbled, enjoyed the way his fingers danced on your skin.

Lance hummer against your throat, enjoying how you were squirming under his small and simple touches. His fingers returned back to your waistline, rubbing your soft tummy in circles before dipping them further down, quickly finding your clit, making you gasp. By now, every little touch and feel of him was turning you on, the smallest touches bringing your nerve endings to erupt like fireworks. His touches were soft but skilled, leading you to arch your back from the wall, your sensitive nipples grazing Lance's skin, earning an hiss and a whisper from Lance, "careful, bub, dont do anything that can hurt you", he whispered, moving a hand to soothe the sharp pain. Whimpers left your mouth while you felt your tummy tightening, the pressure increasing, “you're doing so well, Y/N”, Lance muttered against your neck, smirking against the skin while you only concentrated on his fingers. You were so close already, clit twitching under his touch from his touches, combining the right amount of pressure and flicks, the small circles and the feel of his hands on your torso bringing you closer as your legs bent slightly.

"Are you close, Y/N?", he asked, seeing you were out of breath, and the way your body was reacting was enough for him to know your answer, "it's okay, my love, you can let go. I've got you", he whispered on your ear, your moans delicious in his own before you let go. You allowed your fingers to hold onto his strong neck when you couldn't trust your legs to hold you up given the knot in your stomach that was starting to unravel. Your boyfriend's name spilled out of your mouth like a mantra, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the orgasm's intensity. You tried your best to gain your breath back, feeling Lance kiss your shoulders and neck, "are you okay?", he questioned, his hand that was not supporting your legs moved forward caress your back, "yeah", you managed to croak out, smiling against his skin when you heard yourself.

As your eyes fluttered open, you turned to look at Lance, seeing him smile while his eyes were wide, making you place a kiss on his lips, "it was so good, Lance, so good", you whispered like it was a secret you wanted to keep between you two. Forcing your legs to the floor, you regained control over your body, seeing Lance switch the shower from its top part to the detachable head, "you want me to?", he gestured to the running water, earning a small nod from your. The water felt amazing against your skin, holding Lance's hand so he could allow you to run water along where his hands just were, not expecting the area to be so sensitive still, another hiss leaving your lips followed by a mewled moan, "still sensitive?", he joked making you swat his chest, "c'mon, let me wash your hair", he tried his best to divert your attention away from his aching cock, "I want to make you feel good, too", you tempted, your hand travelling down from his belly button, "if you want to, though. If you think it's too gross or you don't want to, it's fine, I'm sorry I eve-", you were interrupted by a breathtaking kiss, only splitting so you could breathe, "Y/N, there isn't a moment in which I don't want to be inside you or having you wrapped around me, so if you're up to it, I'm all in", he smirked, "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable with it", he finished, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles one by one.

Smiling, you hoisted your leg up on his hip, his own hand holding your leg in place while his other guided himself to your entrance, “if at any point you don't feel good or it hurts, yiu tell me, okay?", Lance mumbled against your shoulder, warming you up before he thrusted his hips up, sinking his cock into you. Sex with Lance was always amazing, but maybe it was your increased sensitivity, the moans and gasp you let out indicating it. From being in your period and your previous orgasm, everything felt better, stronger, deeper. You could feel every every vein of his cock sliding against your walls as he slid in inch for inch, slowly and pleasurably, “I love you so much, Y/N”, Lance moaned as he bottomed you out, making you tap his shoulder impatiently, wanting to feel him filling you up again and again, moans leaving your mouths as he began to move in a slow pace.

“It feels so good, my love, you're so tight for me”, Lance moraned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and sending bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

His hand looked for yours, pinning it against the tiled wall, and when he felt your leg drop down, a sign that you were no longer to keep it up on your own, Lance hoisted you up completely, helping lace your legs on his hips, his movements feeling even better as they touched the particular spot inside you that made you see stars, "it's better this way", you whimpered, letting him know he could carry on.

He hummed as your lips met, your arms wrapping around his back safely and holding him closer to you as you felt yourself nearing climax again. Lance was nearly there too, his breathing uneven, thrusts growing sloppy and a little less precise, “are you going to cum for me, beautiful?”, he asked, pulling back from your lips only slightly.

You mumbled an affirmative answer, followed by a moan that confirmed Lance's suspicions, and with one last thrust, you came again, feeling Lance's own release as he groaned against your neck, mumbles of praises your name leaving his mouth.

You stayed like that for a while until Lance tapped your thigh, silently asking you if you were okay to stand on your own feet, making you drop to stand, still rubbing circles on his back, enjoying the closeness of his body to yours, feeling his kisses on your skin.

"I'm going to grab the shower head and I'm going to point it to the area between us, okay?", you asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend who managed to get it to you, turning on the water so the whole situation that had happened could just flush down the drain, "Oh, you're squeezing me so well, fuck, Y/N", he said, "I thought you'd be more sensitive", he reasoned, making you blush, "I am, but I'm also aware that this area probably looks like a murder zone and the less we see of that, the better", you reasoned back, chuckling when Lance kept looking into your eyes, "best look at you then. Luckily, it's something I could do forever", he smirked.

"There, see? All good, my love", Lance said once only clear water was running to thw drain, "how bad is it?", he asked, craddling your face with his hand. Smiling, you hugged your boyfriend once more, resting your chin in his sternum and looking up at him, "almost zero", you kissed his jaw, "I love you, Lance. Thank you", you said, your boyfriend shaking his head, "you don't need to thank me, okay? It's bad enough you have to go through the pain, it's my job to do the best that I can to help you with it", he mumbled, kissing your lips before grabbing your shampoo bottle, turning around so he could start washing your hair.

"I feel a lot better now, do you still want to go on that walk?", you questioned Lance while you towell dried your hair in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom. Chuckling, Lance approached you, hugging your from your back and rubbing circles on your tummy. You seemed to have not forgotten that he wanted to go on that walk, but he also noticed that even going up the stairs tired you out, "I've seen how much you struggle with going up the stairs", Lance reasoned despite your insistence to do something for him and that he wanted to do, owning up to it, "I feel like I have elephant legs all of a sudden, it's like I'm carrying a baby elephant on each of my knees", you mumbled, "so why don't I give you a massage? Henry sometimes helps me when I have restless legs", he forwarded, "I promise I'll do my best", your boyfriend suggested, making you take off your leggings and lay on the mattress while he got your favourite body oil.

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finnsbubblegum · 2 years ago

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Becoming Mrs. Miller {Part 5: The Surprise} (Joel Miller x Reader)

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

Warnings: fluff, domestic joel, mentions of pregnancy, morning sickness, pregnancy tests (lmk if i missed any)

Summary: You were now Joel Miller’s wife and Sarah’s mom. A few months after the honeymoon, you started to feel pregnancy symptoms. Joel, you, and Sarah were surprised by your pregnancy and they couldn’t be happier with having another family member.

Words count: 2k

A/N: Hi! This is part 5 for Becoming Mrs. Miller. But it can also be read as a standalone. I might finish with one or two more chapters! Stay tuned and hope you like it!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

*Alarm rang*

“Ugh..” You extended your arm to turn off the alarm on the bedside table.

You felt tired even though you had slept for 7 hours. You rubbed your eyes and sat on the bed. Suddenly, you felt your stomach sick. You rushed to the bathroom, opened the toilet lid and threw up. Joel heard you and followed you to the bathroom.

“You okay?” Joel held your hair up.

“I don’t know.” You coughed.

You gagged and threw up again. Joel’s other hand rubbed your back in circles to help you feel better.

“Don’t look. It’s disgusting.” You rubbed your chest.

“Hey..In sickness and in health, remember?” Joel insisted on staying.

You nodded, stood up and flushed the toilet. You went to the sink and brushed your teeth.

“Why don’t you take a day off? Get some rest.” Joel cupped your cheeks.

“Yeah. I’ll take a sick leave.” You walked to the door.

“Where are you goin’?” Joel stopped you.

“I need to make breakfast for you and Sarah.”

“I’ll take over this morning. Why don’t you get back to bed and get some sleep? I’ll bring your breakfast over.” Joel guided you back to the bed.

“Thank you.” Joel tucked you in.

Joel went downstairs and made you breakfast.

“Hey..” Joel stroked your head gently, waking you up.

You opened your eyes and Joel was sitting beside you with a tray of your breakfast.

“You need to eat.” Joel put the tray on the bedside table.

“I don’t think I can eat now. I’m still feeling nauseous. I’ll eat later. Thank you.”

“But don’t skip your meal, okay?”

“Hmm.” You nodded.

“I’m runnin’ late. I’ll be headin’ to work. Call me if you need anythin’ alright?” Joel kissed your forehead and left.

You slept for a few hours and got up by lunch time. Despite getting more sleep, you still felt fatigued. You ate half of the breakfast Joel made for you and washed the dishes. You opened the fridge to keep the leftovers.

“Oh my God.” You covered your nose as you couldn’t stand the smell.

You felt sick again and ran to the bathroom throwing up the food you just ate. You wondered why you were sick. Was there something wrong with the food you ate yesterday? But Joel and Sarah were fine so it must be something else. You kept thinking and thinking. Then you realized your period was late. You checked the calendar and found you had missed your period for two months. You looked in the mirror and looked at yourself. You realized your breasts were swollen and you gained a bit of weight.

“Oh my God. Am I-? This can’t be right.” You gasped and rushed to the drugstore to buy 5 pregnancy tests.

You went home right away and took the tests. You were shaking while waiting for the tests.

“Please, please, please.” You folded your hands praying the tests would come out positive.

Three minutes went by, you closed your eyes and took a stick. You opened your eyes and saw a positive sign. You gasped and quickly grabbed the other sticks. It all came out positive.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You cried in happiness and rubbed your lower belly.

You wanted to call Joel and share the news but you hesitated. You wanted to tell him face to face so you decided not to call him. You texted him instead.

You: What time will you be home?

Joel: Probably by dinner time. As usual.

You: OK. I’ll make dinner tonight.

Joel: OK. Everything alright?

You: Yep

You couldn’t wait for Joel to be home. You were so excited so you went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. Even though the smell of different kinds of food made you feel sick, you tried your best in making the dinner special.

“Hey mom, feeling better?” Sarah just got home from school.

“Oh hi sweetie. I’m feeling better, thank you.”

“Need some help?” Sarah offered to help you.

“Yes actually, can you help me cut the onions, please?” You passed the onions to Sarah.

7 pm

“I think your dad is running late.” You and Sarah had waited for one hour and Joel hadn’t arrived home yet.

“Maybe we should just eat.” Sarah started eating and you ate too.

10 pm

You kissed Sarah goodnight and went to the living room. You checked your phone and still no text from Joel. So you decided to wait for him and turned on the TV. You yawned multiple times and were getting sleepy. It was unusual because you usually stay up until midnight but the pregnancy was making you feel tired all the time. You forced yourself to open your eyes but you finally fell asleep unconsciously.

12 pm

Joel was finally home. He opened the door slowly trying not to make any sound. He saw the TV was on and walked to the living room finding you were asleep on the sofa.

“Hey, baby.” He rubbed your arms gently.

“Oh, You’re home.” You yawned.

“Did you wait for me?” He looked guilty. You nodded.

“How are you feelin’?” He moved your legs and put them on his lap.

“Better.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry I’m late. The concrete guys were-” Joel wanted to explain but you cut him off.

“Shh. It’s fine. Did you eat?” The fact that he missed his meal worried you more.

“Ate with the guys.” He felt even more guilty and rubbed your feet.

“Great. By the way, I have something for you.” You got excited.

“I let you down and yet you got me a present?” He smiled and kissed you.

“Uh-huh. Close your eyes. Give me your hand.”

Joel did what you told him. You grabbed one of the positive pregnancy tests you hid in your pocket and put it on his palm.

“Okay. Open your eyes.” You smiled so wide you couldn’t hide your teeth.

“What is-You’re pregnant?!” Joel opened his eyes slowly and saw what was in his hand.

“Yeah, I think I’m pregnant.” You nodded.

“Baby, I-” Tears streamed down his face and he couldn’t finish his sentences. He pulled you closer, hugged you tightly and stroked the back of your head.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed your temple and you cried with him.

“You’re going to be a mom!” He held your shoulder and shook you.

“Shh. Sarah’s asleep. I haven’t told her yet.” You laughed and told Joel to calm down.

“She’s gonna be so excited to have a sibling. Let’s tell her first thing in the morning tomorrow.” Joel rested your head to his shoulder.

“I was thinking maybe we could go to the doctor first. Just to make sure.” You didn’t want to disappoint Sarah if the tests were wrong.

“Okay, sure. Anythin’ you want.” Joel hugged you once again.

“I’ll take a day off tomorrow and go with you.” Joel moved his thumb up and down stroking your hand.

Joel suddenly stood up and carried you bridal style. You gasped.

“I’m not gonna let you move a muscle from now on. I can’t let you work so you’ll need to quit your job. You’ll be working on carrying our baby. I can’t let you work a double.” He smiled and carried you to the bedroom.

“You’re so sweet.” You chuckled.

He laid you down gently on the bed and kissed your forehead.

“I’m gonna take a shower real quick and join you in the bed.”

You were already asleep when Joel finished taking a shower. You gasped and looked down when you felt a movement on your feet.

“What are you doing?” You saw Joel putting wool socks on your feet.

“You need to keep your feet warm, sweetheart.” He continued putting the socks on you and rubbed your feet to keep them warm.

“What did I do to deserve you, Joel?” The hormones were making you cry at his actions.

“Hey, why are you crying?” Joel climbed beside you and pulled you to his chest.

“I don’t know. I just love you so much.” You sobbed.

“I love you too, baby.” Joel kissed your head.

At the hospital

The next morning you and Joel went to the hospital to see an obstetrician. You were shaking while waiting in the waiting room.

“Hey, you okay? You’re shaking.” Joel held your hand to calm you.

“I’m fine. I’m just nervous. It’s my first time.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” He rubbed your back in circles.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Mrs. Miller?” The nurse called your name.

“That’s us.” Joel held your hand and walked to the exam room.

“Good morning. What brings you in today?” The doctor asked as the two of you sat on the chair in front of her.

“I’ve been feeling fatigued and nauseous lately. I took a test yesterday and it came out positive. We want to make sure we’re pregnant.” You took a deep breath.

“Okay, please lay down here and we will take a look.”

You raised your clothes and unbuttoned your jeans. The doctor poured cold gel on your lower stomach and you flinched. Joel took your hand to his and you squeezed his hand.

“Okay, let’s see. Hmm..” She moved the transducer on your stomach.

“Okay. You see here. This is your baby. Congratulations, you're 7 weeks pregnant.” She wiped the gel on your stomach.

“Oh my God.” You chuckled and cried. Joel kissed your hands.

“I’ll give you some time alone.” The doctor left the exam room.

“We’re gonna need another bedroom, baby.” You rubbed Joel’s arms.

“Don’t worry about it.” Joel assured you.

“Just focus on staying healthy. That’s what matters the most.” He rubbed your hand.

“I love you.” You gave him a kiss.

“I love you more.”

The doctor entered the room after giving you and Joel a moment.

“Okay, so I’ll give you some vitamins. You can get it at the pharmacy downstairs. And here is the sonogram. I printed a few so each of you can have one. I’ll see you next month. Again, congratulations.” The doctor smiled and shook you and Joel’s hands.

“Thank you, doctor.” Joel and you thanked her and walked your way out.

Joel took the sonogram picture and couldn’t stop looking at it. He was more excited than you thought.

“You need to stop looking at it.” You chuckled.

You were already in the car for sometime and Joel still hadn’t started the car.

“Do you think it’s gonna be a girl or a boy?” Joel looked at you.

“Hmm..We have Sarah, so a boy?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Right. I don’t want to be left alone. Sarah’s gonna be so excited.” Joel couldn’t wait to tell Sarah that she was going to be a big sister.

“Let’s go home, Joel.” Joel put the sonogram picture in his wallet and started the car.

“Do you want something you want to eat? We can stop by somewhere before we head home.” Joel wanted you to eat a lot especially now he knew you were carrying his baby inside you.

“Hmm..Pizza?” You squinted your eyes.

“Okay, mama.” He drove slowly as he didn’t want to hurt you and his baby.

At home

“Where were you guys?” Sarah was confused as the two of you came home.

“Uhm.. We went to get some pizza.” Joel closed the door.

“Without me?” Sarah was getting upset.

“Sarah, sweetie, we need to tell you something.” You asked her to sit on the sofa.

The three of you sat in the living room. Your heart was beating faster and you took a deep breath.

“So..we’re pregnant.” You couldn’t find the words so you just told Sarah the main point.

“What? So does that mean-” Sarah's jaw dropped.

“Yes, babygirl. You’re gonna have a sibling.” Joel added and passed the sonogram to Sarah.

“Are you serious? That’s awesome! I gotta tell my friends!” Sarah got too excited.

Joel buried you and Sarah to his chest. The three of you laughed in happiness and had a family hug.

To be continued...Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

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adsmae · 2 years ago

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You and Rodrick recently had a bad fight and it ended up with you ignoring him for days. Every time he tried texting you or calling, you would ignore. You kept re-hashing what went down that day. You were upset that he was being secretive and sneaky around you. You noticed before everything that he would turn his phone away from you anytime you saw him texting. It made you think of the thing you both promised each other; loyalty. Every bit of you wanted to trust him But you couldn't. Maybe Heather finally gave him the attention he craved and you were just a second choice. After all you've only been dating Rodrick 6 months.

After a long day of doing nothing but laundry and moping around, you decided it was best to take a break from everything. You have been so upset about the fight you had with Rodrick that you forgot about yourself and what was important. You just wanted to chill and get things off your mind. It was getting dark out so it was the perfect time. It lead you to call the only person you could think of.

"Hey Bill. I know it's late but I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"

"Y/n! heyyy. What can I help you out with little lady?"

"Uh- well, I was thinking you could get me some liquor. I'll give you money if you bring it"

"Hmm…okay. Is everything alright? You never drink."

"Mhm mh… yeah everything is fine. Now are you going to get it for me or not?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you in about 10 minutes."

And with that you hung the phone up and waited patiently.

You knew what you were doing wasn't the smartest Idea but you wanted to take a risk. You weren't a goody two shoes but you weren't so bad either. You've never smoked, drank, or did any drugs but you have done things that you probably could have easily died from like; Hiking with Rodrick at the Burnside lake. It was quite the experience.

As you thought of all the bad things that you've done and haven't done, you heard a car pull up. You jumped up from you bed and walked straight downstairs and out the door to the end of your driveway. The cool breeze hitting your cheeks and a blondie in your sight.

"Hey y/n. I hope this is okay for you." Bill smiled as he handed you the bagged bottle of liquor.

"Yeah it's fine. Thanks" You quickly shove the bottle in your zip up hoodie

"I hate to ask but does Rodrick know about this?" Bill asked with concern.

"This doesn't concern him. I should probably go inside."

"Uh yeah..right. The money?" Bill looked around and whispered.

You roll your eyes "Here." You hand him a 20 dollar bill and head inside.

When you get to your room you grab the 'life is peachy' Cd by Korn and play Good God on your player. You walk over to your bed and sit down and grab the wrapped bottle from your night stand and unwrap the bottle.

"I guess this will do" You shrug and grab the cup that you brought from downstairs from your night stand.

You watched as the clear liquid filled the cup but realized that you didn't have anything to chase it with. You didn't really care but your friends always say "If you don't have anything to drink liquor with then why are you drinking?" You ignored it anyway.

"Here's to my boyfriend that I apparently know nothing about" You raise your glass to the fake audience and shoot back the harsh liquid in your throat.

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It's been about 30 minutes and you were really starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. You were jumping around and dancing like a crazy person. You were so drunk you started laughing at your own jokes that you could barely speak out.

"Why haven't I done this beforeee oh my god this is soooooo fun ahaha"

You began to get dizzy so you walk over to your Cd player and pause the music to take a moment to breath.

*Tick…Tick…Tick*

Just as you were about to go sit down, you heard tapping and ticking noises at your window. You weren't sure who it was but you were curious.

You open your window and appear down at the dark figure with messy dark hair. Just what you needed right now.

"Rodrick? What the hell?" You quietly yelled from your window.

"Y/n Can I come up?" Rodrick carefully asked. You were contemplating it but you didn't have the energy to think.

"Yeah sure" You left the window open and rushed to your bed and waited for the emo boy. You missed him but you were still mad at the fact he hasn't told you why he was being secretive or what was going on.

Rodrick slid in and closed your window and locked it before walking to you

"I know you probably don't want to see me r-" You cut him off

"Why have you been sneaky around me? I thought we w-were honest with each other." You said with a bewildered tone. Your eyes locked onto his and that's when Rodrick knew he extremely screwed up. You had the look of disappointment and he didn't ever want to make you feel like that towards him.

"That's why I'm here. I want to explain to you that it's nothing you're thinking" Rodrick sat next to you on the bed.

"Sh-so then what is it?" You slurred out. You notice Rodrick's confused face.

"Wait- have you been drinking?" He looked you up and down and glanced around the room and saw a half drunken bottle of liquor on your night stand. You knew he was going to be pissed and angry but you didn't care

"Yeah I have. Sh-so wh-what" You rolled your eyes and laid back on your forearms. Rodrick looked at you with guilt written on his face.

Rodrick shook his head "Forget it. Let's get you some water." He grabbed the cup from your night stand and walked to your joined bathroom.

"Here" Rodrick handed you to cup of water and sat down next to you. You took a few gulps then put it down on your desk.

"Why are you taking care of me right now?" You questioned. He furrowed his brows in response and scooted closer to you.

"Because that's my job. Jeez I'm not a bad boyfriend." He reached for your hand and clasped his hand with yours. You couldn't help but smile at the way he was being with you.

"I unfortunately agree. Is-it's so hard for me to be mad at you." You confessed.

Rodrick laughed before sighing "You should probably try to lay down and rest" He stated.

"Yeah but-"

"We can talk tomorrow. Just lay down." He unshed you to get in the covers.

You rolled your eyes and nodded. He tucked the blanket around your figured and started heading towards the window.

"Rodrick?" You called out.

"Yeah? is everything okay?" He turned around.

"Yeah. Can you stay?" You asked with a soft tone. You felt bad for everything you had put him through tonight and with him having to deal with your mess.

"Yeah but are you sure?" Rodrick walked to the side of the bed and stood in front of you.

You turn to look up at Rodrick "Mhm. I'm very sure" You replied and moved closer to the wall for Rodrick.

He couldn't refuse the offer. He missed you so much and wanted everything to be normal. Rodrick took his shoes and shirt off before turning the lights off. He walked over to your bed and slid under the covers.

"C'mere" Rodrick whispered. You scooted closer and laid your head on his chest. It felt just right being in his arms. You hated to admit it but you've missed this. His fingers tracing circles on the side of your hip and you having your hand placed on his chest occasionally tracing it. It was very comforting to say the least.

"I've missed this." You whisper softly. You felt him move you closer.

"I've missed you stupid." Rodrick chortled out softly.

"Goodnight Rockstar" You smile. You felt him kiss the back of your head.

"Goodnight beautiful."

(N/A this kinda sucked but I hope everyone had a good day/ night. Comment some ideas of what or who I should write about next)

#rodrick x reader #rodrick fanfic #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrickheffley #emo kid #emo boy #not my rodrick #oneshot #greg heffley #rodrick imagine #rodrick smut

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your-girl-mj · 2 years ago

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When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]

Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.

Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk

Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME

Created: February 19, 2022

Published: February 25, 2023

— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.

Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.

You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.

It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.

Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.

You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.

"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.

"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.

"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.

"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"

"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.

"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.

As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.

"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.

"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."

"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"

Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.

Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.

You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.

Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.

Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.

Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.

Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.

"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.

"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.

The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."

Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."

"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."

"Learned from the master!"

— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.

Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.

You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.

You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.

The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.

"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.

"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.

"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.

No one ignores him.

"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"

With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.

"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.

The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.

The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.

He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?

Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."

"But I just got to my favorite part!"

"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."

But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"

"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.

"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."

Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.

"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.

"Your what?"

"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."

"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"

Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."

The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."

there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.

"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.

"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.

your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."

"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.

carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.

but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.

"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck

"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?

chop.

"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.

carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."

"say what back?"

"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."

"carlito, i just want sleep."

"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.

that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"

"say i love you too, then I'll get off."

"no!"

"why not? i know you love me, say it back."

you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.

"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."

pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."

"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.

"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."

#encanto imagines #encanto #ecanto x reader #dolores madrigal #Dolores x reader #dolored madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal virus #carlos x reader #carlos madrigal x reader

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lizzyk137 · 2 years ago

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We're Finally Having Our Baby! - An Agent Gibbs Fanfic (Gibbs X Reader)

Description: You and Gibbs are getting closer to finally meeting your bundle of joy! What will the future hold for you and Gibbs? Warning: pure fluff, enough to make me gag and cringe (my first time actually writing fluff and not adding any drama to spice it up, so hopefully it's good)

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Looking at Gibbs putting the final touches on your crib made you realize how close you both were to having your baby with you in person.

You smiled at the thought of him cradling your newborn, showing them around the house and bringing them downstairs to show them all the tools, wood, and the little things he's made down there.

Gibbs had jumped at any chance he could get to help you get his place ready for the baby, even while he was on cases. He'd always come to check in on you after you went on maternity leave and made sure you were fine and that you didn't need anything.

It was sweet the way he was showing you that he cared and how he wanted to change how he acted for six months to you and your baby. And you were grateful that he decided to be a part of this journey with you.

When it was time for you to find out the gender of your baby, you had told the doctor no because it just didn't feel right not to find out without Gibbs present even if he wasn't going to be in the child's life. But now seeing him at appointments telling the doctor that he wants it to be a surprise and how excited he was to see who the little one was when they were born brought tears to your eyes.

"Jethro," you called out from the basement stairs top platform, "it's time for work."

He continued to sand a small piece of wood when he answered, "I'll be right there. I'm just finishing up this knob for the crib."

"Okay, but hurry up or you'll be late." You knew he still had plenty of time, but when he was in the zone, you knew that time was all but forgotten for him, so you made sure to tell him he was late so he'd get to work on time.

You smiled as you watched his face scrunch up as he concentrated, and you turned away to the kitchen to pack up a to go cup with coffee for him. You always had made a mean coffee but were too afraid to have Gibbs taste yours until you moved in and he asked if you could one morning when he was running too late to grab one at his usual coffee shop. Since then, he has been hooked on how you make it and always asks you to make him some.

"I love you." You heard him say as you felt his arms come around you and hug you from behind. He stayed like that for a few minutes, face pressed against your hair as he held you tightly.

He pulled away after a few minutes and gave you a peck on the cheek as he collected his jacket and coffee from the counter. "You are so beautiful." He whispered, causing your face to flame up.

Gibbs had been trying to tell you how he felt about you, which communication was one of the things you told him needed to change those three months ago. And since then, he's been nonstop saying whatever comes to mind. At first you were flattered but then you thought he was saying it just to say it and when you brought it up during one of your mood swings he told you everything he says out loud is what he's always felt and thought. He always thinks about how beautiful you are, and he doesn't want to stop thinking that.

You pulled him in for a front ward hug, your large belly slightly pushing you away from him. "Be safe, okay?"

He nodded in reply and gave you one last peck on the lips before he headed out the door and heard the car engine start. You cleaned up the counter where you spilled some coffee, locked the front door and went to head upstairs to put on an outfit for the day. You got to your closet and pulled out a white lace sundress that had little spaghetti straps. You slipped on some sandals and brushed your hair back when you heard the front door open.

You quietly sat your hair brush down, went over to your bedroom door, and slightly closed it. Hearing footsteps go around downstairs, you opened up your nightstand and grabbed your gun. Going into the bathroom, you hid behind the door, gun cocked and ready.

You heard footsteps headed up the stairs and heading down the hall to your room. You heard the slight creak of the door opening, and the floorboards groaned with each step as they got closer to the bathroom's door. When they were right outside of the door, you swung it open, gun aimed only to find a surprised Gibbs looking at you with his hands up.

"Jethro!" You shouted, upset that you almost shot him. "Don't scare me like that!"

He chuckled and took the gun out of your hands, setting it on the bathroom vanity. "I did call you to tell you I was coming back, but you didn't respond." Gibbs took you in his arms as you hugged him tightly, still in shock that you could have easily killed him. "I'm sorry, my love. Next time, I'll call your name as I go."

"It's okay," you whispered. "All forgiven."

Gibbs pulled away slightly and frowned when he saw a few tears leaking from your eyes. He quickly wiped them away with his thumbs as he cradled your head. "I'm okay, Y/N. You're okay. Just relax, okay?" He murmurmed as he hugged you again, stroking your hair.

You nodded and let a few more tears fall. He was always like this when you cried, a wonderful part of your mood swings. The first time he saw you cry, he paused for a second in shock since he's never seen you cry before, but he went right into comfort mode for you. Even if the tears are over something silly, he will always comfort you.

He gently picked you up to sit you on top of the vanity and rubbed the sides of your belly as he stood between your legs. "I'm now just noticing the dress, and if I wasn't super late for work, I would be taking you in the bedroom. You are just breathtaking."

You chuckled through a stuffed nose at the site Gibbs must have been seeing when he looked at you. Half brushed hair, puffy eyes from crying, tears staining your cheeks, a stuffy nose from your crying, and your swollen belly protruding from your dress while the rest of your body was swollen in areas they usually weren't. "You're funny. I'm a sight for sore eyes." You laughed, as you blew your nose.

"Nah," he shook his head, "you're just plain gorgeous." He leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before deepening it.

You kissed him back passionate as you wrapped your arms on his shoulders, tangling on hand through his short hair while his roamed your body. He moved the hem of your dress up, exposing your lower area, as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, causing you to moan. He picked you up, never breaking the kiss, and carried you out into the bedroom.

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The elevator dinged as you walked with Gibbs hand in hand into the squad room to find Abby practically bouncing up and down at the sight of you. The rest of the team stood behind her smiling when they saw you and Gibbs get closer.

"Y/N!" Abby shouted, running to you as she crushed you into a hug as best she could. " I miss you so so much!"

"I missed you too, Abby."

"Abs, let her go before you crush her." Gibbs joked.

"Oops." Abby said as she let go and then gave you one more tiny hug before stepping back.

The rest of the team came up one by one as they gave you hugs.

You were near your due date and begged Gibbs to bring you with him to work since you were slowly going insane home alone. It was nice to finally see your friends, even though they came by often, and Abby, Ziva, and yourself went out on their days off. It was just nice to see everyone back in a familiar environment.

Gibbs sat you down in his chair, gave you a peck on the forehead, which caused Abby to coo, and left to go talk to Director Vance. You sat there rubbing your belly as you chatted away when you felt something warm trinke down your leg. You stopped what you were saying and looked in shock at the team. "I think my water just broke." You whispered.

The team looked in shock for a second before springing into action. "Palmer, go find Gibbs." Ducky said, as he took your hand in his as he helped you up.

"There's a secret go bag under Gibbs' desk," Ziva called out as she helped you into your sweater.

McGee bustled under Gibbs desk and came out with a very large diaper bag. You smiled happily at the thought of him keeping an extra bag under his desk just in case. You walked over and unzipped it and looked in at all the things he packed when you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, causing you to cry out.

"We aren't waiting, Miss. Y/N," Ducky said as he pulled you away from the diaper bag. "We need to get you to the hospital."

He sat you down in Gibbs' chair, and Tony pushed it over to the elevator as another pain hit, causing you to cry out once again.

You saw Palmer run over as the elevator doors opened and Tony rushed you inside. "He's not up in Vance's office or in MTAC, does anyone know where he is?"

The rest of the team filled in as another more painful pain shot through your body. "No," you said as you gritted through the pain. "Just find him, or he's a dead man."

Palmer nodded as the doors closed and shouted out a good luck as you saw him run off. The team ended up using Ducky's truck since it had the lights on it and a comfortable place to lay, which was disinfected Ducky had said before placing you in.

The ride was short and comfortable but painful. You were whisked quickly into a room, while the team waited outside as they prepared you into a hospital gown and checked to see how far along you were. "Still two centimeters, so you have time. We can administer medicine to help with the pain in a bit if you want." You nodded as another pain shot through you. "Try to relax as best as you can with the pain."

The doctor left and met with a group outside the door. "Is anyone here the father?"

"No, but he should be coming soon." Tony answered.

"How far along is she?" Ducky inquired.

"Two centimeters at the moment, she can get an epidural but we have some medications to help with the pain before that. I do need someone to fill out some medical questions before we can proceed."

Ducky perked up, "I know her medical history, I can fill those out for her."

"Awesome, I'll see the rest of you and her shortly. You can go check in on her."

The team filled into the room, Abby and Ziva taking your hands as you cried out through another painful contraction.

"Where's Gibbs?" You screamed out as another one hit you harder this time, causing your torso to come forward towards your legs.

"I am right here, love." Gibbs shouted as he ran into the room. He took the hand Ziva was holding, sitting on the bed as his other hand brushed away the sweat that was gathering on your forehead. "I'm so sorry that I walked away and you couldn't find me. " He kissed your knuckles as you squeezed his hand harder through a smaller contraction.

"Don't do that ever again." You whispered as you leaned back into the bed, already tiring out from the pain.

"I won't."

"Miss Y/L/N, we can administer some medication now before the epidural of you'd like."

"Yes, please."

They administered the medication, and you laid back feeling the medicine kick in.

A few hours later, they were administering the epidural, and you were lying against Gibbs between his legs, a comfort position that you've enjoyed during your pregnancy, especially when your body ached.

"This feels so much better." You whispered as the epidural started to kick in. "Remind me why I decided to have a kid? It's so painful."

Gibbs chuckled as he massaged your shoulders. "You'll know in a little bit."

He sat up a bit and massaged your arms, chest, and legs and then rubbed your belly. "I'm going to miss this."

"Miss what? I can always give you massages."

You looked up at him, with a smile. "No, you rubbing my belly. I really liked it."

He smiled down at you and gave you a small kiss. "I guess we'll just have to make more babies then." You giggled against his lips.

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You gave a slight rub to your belly and smiled. You grabbed the pitcher of lemonade and brought it outside to the small gathering that was in your backyard.

You were holding a small party for the twins' first birthday. That's right, twins. You and Gibbs were shocked when the doctor said to continue pushing as soon as your first baby came into the world, but you were blessed with two beautiful girls - Shannon Jennifer and Francine Kelly.

Gibbs was shocked when you mentioned the names, since you didn't bring them up when you both were talking about names, but you wanted to honor those who loved and cared for Gibbs. You couldn't pick one first name, so you decided each girl would have two first names, and they could decide what they wanted to use more.

You sat the pitcher down on the table and looked around to see the twins in the sandbox as they played with Tony and McGee. You smiled as the two boys helped pack the sand into a bucket for the twins and watched them clap and squeal as Tony and McGee slid the sand out of the buckets to make a small castle.

A pair of arms circled your chest, and a small kiss was placed on your shoulder. "If everyone could gather around." Gibbs called out, and the party moved closer with Tony and McGee picking up the twins to bring them up to Gibbs and you.

"Make way for the birthday girls!" Tony called out, and the crowd chuckled.

Once the girls were brought over, you crouched down and held them as they stood up leaning against you as they took in the crowd of people around them.

"I know I'm not a man of very many words, but I've been trying so bare with me." Earnign Gibbs a few laughs. "I just want to thank everyone who's helped Y/N and myself the last year and throughout her pregnancy. It's made the transition easy, especially when Y/N went back to work. Now, I was always afraid to love someone again and to start a family, but with Y/N, it was easy. I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect for our girls than you. And I couldn't imagine anyone more perfect for me than you. You've helped me learn and grow so much since I've met you, and I couldn't imagine my life without you."

The crowded cooed, and you wiped a few happy tears from your eyes as you held your girls in your arms. Gibbs knelt down in front of you and ruffled through his pocket until he brought out a tiny velvet box, causing you to gasp as he opened it, revealing a diamond ring. "Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man by marrying me?"

You nod vigorously as you burst out into tears as Gibbs took Francine Kelly into his arms so he could slide the ring onto your finger. The crowd around you clapped as he cupped your cheek to give you a kiss.

Abby took the girls, and you stood up and gave Gibbs a big hug. "I can't wait to be your wife." You whispered.

You squealed as Gibbs dipped you and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips. "I can't wait to call you Mrs. Gibbs."

The crowd buzzed around excitedly as he set you on your feet, and you gathered the attention back. "I wanted to do a small surprise today, but after that huge surprise, I'm unsure." You laughed. You grabbed a small wrapped box from the table behind you and handed it to Gibbs who was knelt down with the twins. "This is for you."

Gibbs looked at you curiously and then had the girls help him unwrap it. He opened the box to a small pair of baby shoes with a small card reading, 'Baby Gibbs will be meeting the world in 7 months.'

"Are you serious?" He asked, in shock.

You bounced on your toes happily. "Yes!"

He stood up smiling and picked you up, spinning you around and giving you a kiss. He held you tight and showed the crowd the box. "Baby number three!"

The crowd once again cheered, and everyone came up to you congratulating you excitedly. Once everyone was done, the party went back into full swing as everyone played with the girls.

You stood under the yard's twinkle lights while Gibbs wrapped a small sweater over your shoulders and then gathered you into his arms. "Thank you." He mumbled.

"For what?"

"For giving me a happy ending after all these years."

You gave him a kiss and then leaned back into him happily as you watched your two girls laugh and squeal with those who you called your family. Your now ringed hand covered Gibbs as he rubbed your small belly that held your new bundle of joy.

"I love you, Jethro."

"I love you too, my love."

#ncis #ncis fandom #ncis gibbs #gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #ncis x reader #jethro gibbs x reader #jethro gibbs #gibbs #fluff #ncis fic #ncis fanfiction #ncis fluff

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raquellemonsta · 1 year ago

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toxic boy mom (bokuto koutarou x reader)

masterlist

this idea just randomly came to me. I love bokuto and domestic stuff so I hope you enjoy this too! sorry for any errors :p

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your bed is so much more comfortable than you remember. that's what makes it so hard to get up in the morning, especially when your husband's warmth is still present even when he's gotten up to go for his morning run. for a moment, you feel peace, and it's almost as if you're a kid again, waking up on the weekends and having no responsibilities.

a high pitched squeal breaks you out of your immersion from a life you haven't known in years. the truth is that you do have responsibilities now, to both your husband and your children. reluctantly, you leave the warmth of your bed and head out of your bedroom right across the hall, into your son's room.

the blankets on the bed are rustled, and the bed itself is empty. the crib on the other hand is still housing your littler baby. when he catches sight of you, he excitedly kicks his feet while he begins to drool and babble 'mama', making other noises too.

your beautiful 14-month old, koushin, can be quite the noisy baby (he's more mellow than his brother, however). his facial structure and eye shape reminds you of your own, while he has your mom's eye color. that doesn't mean you can't tell he's a bokuto ; he's always hungry and always laughing. you pick him up and kiss his face all over, causing him to giggle happily and squeeze his mama.

you hear the television from downstairs playing some saturday morning cartoon, and decide to go see how your other son is doing. carefully making your way downstairs with koushin, you catch sight of your other little boy: wrapped up in a blanket and sprawled out on the sofa.

your older son kenji is nearly an exact replica of his father. he has dark hair with bright, golden eyes. the only way you can tell he's not just your husband but tiny is the small birthmark beneath his left eye. it's a little dot that if you look closely enough at is in the shape of a heart. sometimes, you still see him as that little baby that first made you a mother five years ago. he's much bigger now, of course. both of them make your heart swell with love and appreciation for the little family you've created.

"good morning kenji, what are you up to?" you ask. you rub koushin's back which causes him to snuggle closer to you.

"watching tv mama. i'm hungry" he tells you. you set koushin down on the floor in front of his brother, making sure that both of them will be safe and entertained. kenji is always good about looking after his brother, so you aren't worried. you smile and kiss kenji's head before making your way to the kitchen.

your boys love pancakes, so you make the mix and pour it into a pan. you decide to fry up some sausage as well, and while waiting you take the milk out of the fridge and pour it into a glass and sippy cup.

a certain someone makes it back from his run just in time for breakfast. the first thing koutarou notices after taking his shoes off are his two sons in the living room, playing with each other. he can't help but grin at the sight.

"hey hey hey! how are my two favorite guys?" he yells, picking up koushin and tickling him. the baby laughs wildly at all of the excitement his dad brings.

"dad come play cars with us!" kenji begs. bokuto sets his younger son down and grabs a monster truck before making overexaggerated car noises (you can't convince me he wouldn't be this kind of dad).

you laugh at the sudden spike in the noise level, something you've become used to being married to koutarou for several years (and having known him for even longer). right now, you're setting up the high chair for koushin, where you've put cereal puffs and cut up the sausage into small, bite-sized pieces. it's usually not a good idea to set his food down after he's in the chair, because he's known to become quite rowdy and throw the food off of the tray (which was something you learned the hard way on spaghetti night). once you were done setting that up, you made sure everyone else had plates out.

"breakfast is ready!" you shout, almost immediately hearing fast footsteps over to the table. by the time you turn around, kenji is already in his seat and koutaro is holding koushin again.

bokuto sets koushin in the high chair, where he immediately grabs a handful of cereal puffs and shoves them into his mouth. he chuckles before turning to you, expectantly. you give him a deadpan look and wait for him to make a move towards the kitchen to fix his plate, but it seems he's doing the same.

"make your plate yourself koutarou, you're a grown man" you tell him as you walk over to kenji and make sure he has what he wants before you sit next to koushin. normally you would have no problem getting his food for him, but you're preoccupied with the kids right now and he is entirely capable of serving himself. like you told him, he's a grown man.

you swear his hair nearly deflates as he immaturely pouts. you don't back down, though, and turn your attention to your kids. koutarou unwillingly goes to make his own plate. one thing is unfortunately clear to him: koutarou is jealous of your children.

he loves his kids more than anything of course (except for you who he loves just as much), he just doesn't understand why you show all of your attention to them nowadays and not as much to him. he actually does understand that part, because he has the cutest kids in the world. it's not that he wants to be jealous of them, it's just sometimes he misses when you weren't spread so thin.

what he doesn't understand is that it's not your choice to be showing him less attention. motherhood is tiresome, since your kids demand your attention every waking moment. since you've started working from home to be able to take care of your children, you've been engulfed with tasks around the house. you're tired all of the time no matter how much sleep you get, and you feel like you haven't had time to yourself in forever. it's something that your husband doesn't seem to notice, though he's always been painfully oblivious. he hasn't even noticed you haven't gotten a plate for yourself in an effort to make sure your kids are taken care of.

that is until after he starts eating from his plate, and notices you still watching koushin.

"honey, aren't you going to get a plate?" he asks. you look at him in slight surprise that he even noticed.

"in a minute" you say, though he can tell from the tone that you definitely won't be moving a minute from now. he pushes out his chair and heads to the kitchen, plating some food before making his way back to the table and pushing it in front of you. you look up at him and he can see the exhaustion written in your face.

"go lay down my sweet. breakfast in bed! i'll take care of the boys" he tells you in his happy-go-lucky tone. your eyes fill with surprise and you look to your children before shifting back to your husband.

"are you sure?" you question him seriously.

"of course. only the best for mom" he gave you a kind smile, the very one you had fallen in love with years ago. it's always able to make you feel better. somewhat reluctantly, you take your plate up to your room and head back to bed, shutting your eyes peacefully.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto is going to work downstairs. while the kids are preoccupied, he pulls out the vacuum and starts to deep clean (or at least the bokuto version of a deep clean), putting dishes away and picking up toys. it takes him several hours, but the house looks perfect by the time he's done.

"hey boys, want to help dad make dinner tonight?" he yells to his two sons, who both excitedly agree. he decides to make something simple but that he knows you'll enjoy. he's no chef, but he's willing to push his limits for you.

he lets kenji help out more than koushin (because what kind of dad would he be making a baby cook dinner? actually that could be interestin-), and soon enough they have dinner plated and ready to bring upstairs.

kenji carries the plate, while koushin brings a flower from out back. koutarou knocks on the door as a formality before opening the door to see his beautiful wife, reading a book. you place a bookmark in it before looking at your little family in shock.

you encourage them to come closer so you can see what they've made. the plate looks wonderful, and your heart feels full with love for your adorable babies.

"oh my goodness, this looks amazing! did you do all of this for me?" you ask. your little ones nod, causing you to smile even brighter. you pull the two of them into a hug before kissing both of their heads.

"my perfect, sweet boys" you rub their backs before looking up and meeting eyes with your husband. similarly to breakfast, he has an expectant look on his face.

"and you too bo, i guess" you joke, pretending to add it as an afterthought.

your children burst out laughing at the dejected look on their father's face. he nearly had tears in his eyes and a huge pout.

"you're toxic! toxic!" he suddenly points and sticks his tongue out at you.

"kou i'm not a toxic" you say. you can't help but shake your head at his antics.

"yes you are. you're a toxic boy mom and you can't tell me otherwise."

"i can't be a toxic boy mom if we only have sons?"

"i don't care. you're a toxic boy mom who favors your boys over me" he pouts.

"you're a big baby sometimes, you know that?" you roll your eyes in disbelief. you can't help but laugh at his ridiculous behavior, but it's one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. you give him a kiss before digging into the dinner they so graciously made for you, while your kids start teasing their dad that you like them more as he argues back.

sometimes it feels like you have three kids in this house.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto x reader #x reader #one off

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svechnikovvv · 2 years ago

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complicated (2)

pairing: frat!jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: maybe things weren’t so complicated after all

a/n: part 1 here

masterlist: here

when jack finally fell asleep, i made my way downstairs and pretty much everyone was gone, except a couple of people.

“you guys need an extra hand?” they all look up at me and some of them looks confused.

“sorry, but party ended thirty minutes ago.”

“cole, don’t worry.” alex says “this is y/n, jack’s…?” i shrug my shoulders

“he says i’m his, but i don’t know.” they nod

“we could use an extra hand,” he tosses me a trash bag and i take it, opening it up.

“could you start in the kitchen?” i nod and make my way over there. the counter is littered with red solo cups and i swipe them all into the trash bag. i continue to clean and when i’m done, you can see the counter again. i tie the trash bag closed and set it at the back door.

a bunch of cleaning later, cole, alex and i are sitting on the couch.

“how’d you and jack meet?” cole asks me and i awkwardly laugh

“i love this story,” alex says, making himself comfortable.

“okay, so, it was at a party actually. jack was drunk and dancing on a table to single ladies.” cole let’s out a howl of laughter. “and he lost his footing i guess, and he fell and i caught him. i mean, he more so fell on top of me, but i caught him. he then got up and helped me up and the first thing he said was, ‘that’s how hard i fell for you.’” all three of us are laughing and cole shakes his head.

“sounds like jack,” i nod.

“and then he started to ghost me. he’d only message me when convenient. which is why i’m here tonight, actually. i told myself i’d stop messing around with him because i was only hurting myself, but it’s saturday and i have nothing else to do. so i showed up and he drunkenly confessed to me like, thirty minutes ago how he wants me to ‘officially be his.’ and how he just didn’t want to mess anything up with me.”

“when did you two start seeing each other?” cole asks and i take a minute to think about it.

“i want to say six months ago?”

“so the time he stopped bringing people home.” cole whispers to himself, connecting the dots.

“so you’re saying these past six months, he hasn’t brought anyone over?” cole nods

“oh yeah. i knew there was something going on, just didn’t know he settled down.” my heartbeat picks up because hello???

“he’d always be smiling at his phone and we’d ask him what it is and he’d say it was nothing. nice to meet you nothing.” i laugh at cole’s joke.

“i had no idea. i don’t mean to make assumptions, but given his record, i thought he might’ve been cheating on me, y’know? like, i know how easy it is for him to go out there and find someone better.”

“y/n, you’re easily the best person jack’s been with.” alex says reassuringly

“and the longest one. i mean that as a compliment. you just… ground him. make him a better person.” cole adds on and i give him a sincere smile.

“well, it’s getting late. i should probably head home.”

“no no, please, you can stay here. there’s a spare room and it happens to be by jack’s.” cole smirks and i roll my eyes.

“fine, i’ll take the guest room.” he cheers and i tell them both goodnight, heading up to the guest room. good thing i showed up in sweatpants and a big t-shirt. i get under the covers and close my eyes, falling asleep. in the morning, i wake up to the smell of something good. i get up and make my way downstairs. i let out a yawn and sit on a barstool.

at the table sat alex, cole, a couple other guys. the brunette guy standing by the stove looks at me.

“you want one or two pancakes?”

“two.” he nods and sets them on a plate, placing it in front of me alongside some bacon.

“thank you,” he nods and i take a bite out of my food.

“who’s that?” i hear one of them say and i go to speak, but then feel someone’s arms wrap themselves around me.

“didn’t know you stayed over.” jack sleepily mumbles and i hum.

“that answers my question,” the guy says again and someone gasps.

“is this who jack has been hiding from us?”

“yes trevor,” cole says and i can hear jack quietly laugh.

“you hungry?” i whisper and jack nods. he then takes a seat beside me and i slide my plate in front of him and he eats my other pancake.

“bacon is off-limits,” i point a finger at him and he pouts.

“uh uh. that isn’t always going to work on me.” he accepts his defeat and i’m suddenly aware of how quiet it went. i look over at the guys at the table and they’re all looking at jack and i.

“so, do you have a name?” one of them asks

“guys, leave my girl alone.”

“someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” one of them mumbles.

“don’t pay any attention to them,” jack says and i laugh.

“it’s okay, j. just eat your pancake.”

“he’s fucking whipped.”

“shut it, zegras.” cole says

“what? i’m just saying.”

“let the happy couple be happy.”

“what do you know about happy couples, caufield?”

“can you two please be quiet? my hangover is already bad enough,” jack says, rubbing his temples.

“he started it.” cole says

“y/n, run while you can.” alex says

“no, she’s not going anywhere.” jack says, pulling me into him.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @liquidflyer @alhanna05 @woodruff-edwards @i-padfootblack-things @fanboysfangirl @hughesx3 @austinbutlerscaresme @theywantedplayer @jackhues @marauderzkinnie @jackhughesily @tpwkam3lia @babydollmarauders

a/n: 🤭

#jack hughes x reader #jack hughes #nhl hockey #nhl #new jersey devils

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bigtitygothgf · 11 months ago

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Hello can I request about husband Viktor x wife reader, a fluffy one what if her wife found a cure to Viktor and he didn't become a cyborg

Omg yess I love that >:))

I promised that everything would be okay,didn't i?

Warnings: very fluffy<3

Fem reader

Sfw

Being from the undercity meant their was toxic chemicals in air. Air that caused major illness down the line. Your husband was one of the unfortunate folk who got I'll from it. Not to mention he was born weak and had to use a walking stick to get around. You always found your self worried about what the future might hold for him.

You would spend hours, days, weeks even trying to figure out a cure not just for your husband but for anyone else in need of such treatment, but mainly for him. Vicktor would be constantly worried about your health. You would reasure him that you were taking breaks in between those many draining hours of research. Wich wasn't really that far off from the truth.

One cold early morning, your lovely husband was taking in some much needed rest in your shared bed upstsirs, but you on the other hand were downstairs in your lab. When It clicked. Everything made sense, and you figured it out. Jumping of your seat and hastily taking off you lab coat and golves your rushed up the stairs and into your guys room basically kicking downstairs the door down.

"VIKTOR WAKE UP!" you shouted. A very panicked viktor sat up(very quickly might I add) looking at you with a worried expression "WhAt happEnd are you okay?!" He quickly yelled. Still very tired himself he would groggely look back at you and noticed the excitement in your face. Effectively calming him down. You couldn't possibly contain all the excitement you had about your newly found discovery. "You cannot believe what I just figured out dear!" You exclaimed joyfully.

"What n/n? What did figure out?" He questioned, still a bit worried. You were basically jumping in place. "I was able to find a cure!" You shouted excitedly. Your husband look a bit confused, "a cure? A cure for wha–" he couldn't even finish his sentence before you interrupted him. "I, YOUR AMAZING WIFE FOUND A CURE TO YOUR STARNGE ILLNESS!!" You shouted, tightly hugging him. Viktor was in disbelief, after 10 year of you researching his illness, you finally manged to find a cure.

Tears brimmed his eyes. Viktor wrapped his frail arms around you, hugging you as tight as he could. Small sobs escaped him, he always worried about you. He was afraid of falling in love with you because he knew he only had so much time, and all of the weight on his shoulders suddenly vanished at your words.

His treatment started shortly after, the treatment was supposed to last a month at best. This was to ensure the best results. The month passed, and you finally were able to bring Viktor back home. Viktor was seated in your spacious living room, you on the other hand were returning from the kitchen, holding two cups of coffee. One for your husband and yourself. You carefully handed the cup to your husband, him receiving it.

"I can't thank you enough, my love. You have showed me so much through our relationship and you have yet to surprise me..so thank you for saving me" he smiled greatfully. You chuckled lovingly, taking a seat next to him and leaned into his warmth "Well, I promised that everything would be okay, didn't I?"

☆ I am so sorry that this took so long, it literally took me years, but I loved writing this<3

#viktor #arcane #arcane headcannons #arcane x reader #league of legends arcane #leauge of legends #lol #viktor arcane #female reader #female protagonist #arcane league of legends #arcane legends #arcane viktor

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themultifandomgal · 2 years ago

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Antonio- Trying For A Baby/Finding Out

Shit shit shit. That's all I can think as I sit on the toilet seat after I just finished throwing up. My period is late, my boobs hurt. I have all of the tell tale signs of being pregnant. Yes Antonio and I have spoken about having a baby, but we didn't mean now. We've only been together for a year, living together for only like 6 months, how's Antonio going to react. I suppose I first of all need to see if I'm actually pregnant so I grab my purse and head to the nearest convenience store. I pick up a box of pregnancy sticks, purchase them and run home before anyone can see me.

The longest 5 minutes of my life happen and now I'm staring at two pink lines. Shit.

Shaking I stand up and place the test on the side of the sink while I wash my hands. How am I going to tell Antonio? How do we tell Eva and Diego? Will it be frowned upon because Antonio and I aren't married or even engaged? Oh god and my brothers, how are they going to react? The sound of the door opening pulls me out of my thoughts

"YN?" Antonio shouts

"Coming" I throw the used stick in the trash and the unused I put in the cupboard with my pads. I run out of the bathroom and downstairs to greet Antonio. I kiss his cheek "how was work?"

"Made a few arrests so it was a good day. How was your day?"

"Fine. Cleaned the house, had a nap, sorted Eva and Diego's beds for when they come to stay next week"

"Have you eaten at all?" He asks, but the thought of food turns my stomach

"Er yeah, I ate earlier" I lie

"I'll order in then. You sure you won't want anything?"

"No I'm good" I smile. I make my way to the couch and sit down. After Antonio orders his food he sits next to me, I immediately snuggle into him.

His food finally arrives but when Antonio joins me back on the couch the smell makes me immediately run to the toilet

"Babe? You alright?" I hear him shout for me as I start heaving in the toilet bowl, bringing up the small amount of food I've managed to eaten today "babe?" I grab some toilet paper wipe my nose and mouth before flushing the toilet and brush my teeth "what's wrong? Are you not well?" Antonio frowns. My eyes start to water "babe talk to me what's going on?" Knowing I can't hid this from him I spit and take a deep breath sitting back on the seat of the toilet

"I'm pregnant" I whisper. After a moment of silence I look up at Antonio "please say something"

"I'm sorry, I was just waiting for you to tell me why your sad about this"

"Your not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?" Antonio smiles cupping my face in his hands "we're having a baby"

"We've only just moved in together and we didn't plan this for now. We've been carful"

"Have we though? I can think of a few occasions where I've..."

"Ok ok I get it" I giggle as Antonio wipes my tears

"That's that smile. I know we didn't plan to have this baby now, but we knew we would one day so what makes now any different? I love you YN YLN and I can't wait to meet this little one"

"I love you too Toni. So much. I'm just worried about Eva and Diego. Also what about my brothers. We aren't married and we have 8 years between us, what if people talk?"

"Then let them talk. Our friends don't care and anyway it's only 8 years, it not like I'm twice your age. Eva and Diego will be fine and if your worried about Laura then don't be. This is nothing to do with her. I'm 36 YN and I know you want at least 2 children so better to start now before we get to old" Antonio chuckles

"When should we tell Eva and Diego?"

"I think sooner rather than later. So they can get used to the idea, also they hopefully won't feel then like we've left them out"

"I agree" I nod my head

"You ready to leave the bathroom?"

"Yeah" I breathe out standing up with Antonio's help

"Do you want anything to eat now?"

"Maybe some pancakes with syrup?"

"Go sit on the couch and I'll make you some"

"Your the best" I kiss Antonio's cheek.

#antonio dawson #antonio dawson imagine #antonio dawson x reader #Antonio Dawson x you #Antonio Dawson x oc #Antonio Dawson can #one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago pd

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allylikethecat · 1 year ago

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ohhh yay more prompts, would love an angsty gatty “helping your partner undress”

First off, thank you SO MUCH for sending this in! I really like this prompt list and was so absolutely, mind blowingly thankful that someone sent me one. Second of all, I am so incredibly sorry that it took me a literal month to finish. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it! I might have gone a little heavy on the angst - though I guess that's not a surprise! If anyone else wants to send in more of these prompts, I can't promise I'll fill them quickly, but I *can* promise that you'll become one of my favorite people and that I will fill it eventually! In regards to this one, let me know what you think! Anyway thank you so much and enjoy!

❤️Ally

Warnings: George's broken shoulder, Matty's referenced addiction

physical intimacy prompts - "Helping your partner undress"

Matty was trembling, his lower lip chewed raw and bloody as he fluttered around George, hands outstretched like he wanted to touch, wanted to help, but afraid that if he did, George would break. Matty was like a hummingbird, if he stopped, he would die. He unlocked George’s hotel room door, his hands shaking. It took him two tries to get the plastic key card into the slot, but he got it on the third try, the door lighting up green. He pushed it open, stepping to the side to let George through, and dropping the pharmacy bag with George’s medication onto the desk, before letting the door slam shut behind them. That answered that question then, George thought, Matty was apparently staying.

“Do you want anything? I can get you a water bottle from the vending machine? A cup of tea? I’ll get you a cup of tea! Are you hungry? The restaurant is still open downstairs, but if you want something else I don’t mind running and getting it. It looked like there were a few places down the street. Wait, it’s almost eight thirty, do you need another one of your pills? They said you could take it any time after eight fifteen-” Matty said in a rush before George cut him off.

“Take a breath Matty,” he said, he was exhausted, he just wanted to go to sleep, the painkillers they had given him at the hospital made him feel lightheaded and woozy even if they were wearing off. He just wanted to lay down, he wanted to forget the pain and pretend that the last few hours hadn’t happened.

“Sorry,” said Matty, biting his lip again, George could see flakes of dried blood sticking to his teeth as he tugged on his curls, a nervous habit. “Do you want to sit down? You should sit down.”

Sitting down actually did sound good, George thought, making his way unsteadily into the hotel room to sit down on the end of the king sized bed, Matty hovering beside him as if ready to catch George if he fell. George didn’t know how that was going to work out, he had at least six inches and more than sixty pounds on him. He groaned, realizing with a sinking feeling he wasn’t going to be able to take his shoes off with his arm in the sling. His shoulder throbbed, reminding him he wasn’t going to be able to take his jeans or shirt off either. The nurse at the hospital had helped him undress for the x-rays, and redress when he was discharged.

He sighed, “do you mind helping me take my shoes off?” he asked, not able to bring himself to ask for help with his jeans yet. Matty nearly tripped over his own feet as he rushed to George’s side, excited for the opportunity to be useful. George felt a pang of guilt, Matty had been nothing but kind, attentive and supportive, having stayed by his side all day at the hospital, holding George’s hand and murmuring words of comfort and encouragement when George gritted his teeth against the pain. He didn’t deserve George’s anger and frustration, he was angry at the situation, not at Matty and he needed to remember that when the biting words threatened to escape his lips. Matty could just be a lot, especially when he was high and thought that they didn’t know.

Matty knelt down, and undid the laces, tugging George’s converse sneakers off before setting them neatly to the side. He gave George’s ankle a comforting squeeze and looked up at him through his lashes, messy curls falling every which way. George swallowed hard, trying not to think of the other times Matty had been on his knees between his legs.

“We’ll have to pick you up a pair of Vans,” Matty said thoughtfully, rocking back on his heels. “The ones you can slip on and off easily.”

“Okay,” said George, he was exhausted, and Matty looked so hopeful, sometimes it was easier to just agree with him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you something to eat?” Matty asked, pulling himself to his feet, he was tugging on his curls again, twisting one of the longer corkscrews in the front around his finger. He was chewing on his lower lip again as well, the plush flesh torn and bleeding sluggishly. It made George a little nauseous to look at the way Matty kept licking away the blood, the red staining his teeth.

“I just want to go to bed,” George said honestly, “thank you though,” he added when he saw the way Matty’s face fell, he was a perpetual open book.

“Yeah, for sure,” said Matty, letting go of the curl to rub at the back of his neck, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “That makes sense, it’s been a long day.” He bit down on his lip again and George suppressed a wince. “Do you, before I go, do you, need anything?”

George sighed, Matty drove him crazy, but at the end of the day he did love him, and he didn’t want him to go. “Or you could stay.”

Matty’s face lit up like he had been told they won a Grammy. “I can do that too,” he said, toeing off his own boots, leaving him in blue socks with corgis on them.

George swallowed hard, shame coloring his features, he knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, there was no reason for him to feel shame, but he was supposed to be the strong one, the one that had it together, the one that was supposed to take care of Matty and protect him from the world. He didn’t like asking for help.

“Do you,” he took a deep breath, “do you mind helping me take my jeans off? I can’t get the zipper or the button myself.” he said in a rush, cheeks red.

“Of course,” said Matty, he stepped forward so that he was standing between George’s legs, gaze down cast, his curls blocking George’s view of his face. Very carefully, with surprisingly steady hands, he unbuckled George’s belt. His gaze was downcast, his chin tilted towards his chest, causing his curls to block George’s view of his face. He was careful, overly respectful as he undid the button before sliding down the zipper. George almost felt bad that between the pain and the prescription pain management, he wasn’t able to get hard.

“You’re going to have to stand up,” said Matty, his voice managing to take on both a breathless and apologetic quality.

Taking another deep breath, and holding onto Matty’s shoulder with his good hand for support, George was able to pull himself to his feet, he let go of Matty’s shoulder, teeth gritted in pain. Matty looked up at him, giving him an encouraging smile as he bent down, shimmying the fabric down George’s hips and letting it pool around his ankles.

George grabbed onto Matty’s shoulder again regaining his balance as he swayed, very carefully stepping out of the jeans, first with his left foot and then his right.

He felt light headed as Matty helped him sit down again, his shoulder throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. He was breathing heavily, and was filled with self loathing, he shouldn’t be so winded from taking his fucking pants off. He was going to have to sleep in his tee shirt, he decided, even with Matty’s help, if they tried to take it off he would probably throw up.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “I changed my mind,” he said, his voice coming out strangled. “I want another one of the pills.”

“Coming right up,” Matty said, going into the bathroom to fill one of the glass cups on the counter up with water. When he returned he tore open the brown paper bag from the pharmacy, and glanced at the directions printed onto the label stuck to the orange bottle. He opened it easily despite the childproofing and dumping a few of the pills into his palm.

“It says to take two,” he said, making his way back to George and handing him two of the little, round, white pills. George took them gratefully, chasing them with a sip of the water.

“Thank you,” George said honestly. He knew that it was the placebo effect, that the pills hadn’t had a chance to kick in yet, he had just taken them, but he already felt slightly better. “Will you lay with me?” He asked, feeling almost shy. He was feeling needy and alone, he knew he was letting the band down, that they were going to have to scramble to find someone to replace him, and on top of the guilt was the pain.

Matty nodded. “Of course,” he said, shedding his own jeans, and climbing into bed behind him, curling up against George’s back, throwing an arm over his chest, cautious of his sling and broken shoulder.

George shifted, letting himself be held for once. He closed his eyes and pretended he hadn’t seen Matty pocket the pills for himself.

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sunlightmurdock · 2 years ago

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My Future in You | 0.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in this chapter and a few to come, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, crying & early on pregnancy hormones, Bradley’s a dick

Special thanks to G @topguncortez for being the best wingman and listening to all my bad ideas + giving me all of her evil ideas in return 🥹

“Ma-ma!” The baby coos out. She claps her hands and receives a round of applause from an adoring family, giggling excitedly. She’s so loved. You snuggle softly and lock your phone. The video disappears from the screen. Is this what the next nine months would be like? — the next eighteen years? — Crying at videos of strangers’ babies on the internet?

You drop your phone onto the bed and let out a heavy breath. You grab your water bottle. You’re borderline dehydrated at this point. Your only symptoms of growing a tiny Bradshaw is that you’ve been having the worst cramps known to man without getting your period, and that you just can’t stop crying.

It’s ridiculous. Jake’s still the only person who knows, but last night your roommate mentioned in passing that she broke one of your cups — you had had to leave the room so that she wouldn’t see you cry. Before this, the only thing that had made you cry was calculus.

It’s December 12th. You’re due to go back to Texas next week for Christmas break. Roughly six weeks since Halloween.

Four days since you had taken two pregnancy tests on the bathroom floor in your college apartment. Half as a joke — literally only because one of your friends had made a joke about your period being later than usual.

You’ve had four extremely sleepless nights. Thinking about the apparently tadpole sized bundle of cells sitting in your womb, holding your future in its entirely theoretical and currently undeveloped palm.

You’ve googled just about everything about the fetus. Including all about drinking during pregnancy — you spent hours crying about that birthday party two weeks after Halloween. Apparently drinking at two weeks isn’t going to fundamentally alter the fetus’ life, but it still made you guilty.

This thing is just lucky it picked your exam season to start developing, otherwise there would’ve been plenty more alcohol involved.

You roll onto your back. You’ve been debating whether or not you even care, whether you should care. You graduate in a couple of months, you’ve already got a grad job secured — which you could easily defer starting for a year.

It isn’t like you’re in high school. You could get an apartment. You could have a baby that claps it’s hands and says mama, and does that screechy little baby giggle.

You sigh softly. You look down at your stomach. The tadpole hasn’t changed your physique at all yet. It’s there. You wonder what you would look like in nine months. Your graduation is in a little over five months. You would be six and a half months pregnant crossing the stage.

Your phone buzzes. Outside - J.

You push yourself up from your bed and put slip into some comfy shoes. Sunglasses are the only way to hide how puffy your eyes are right now. You head downstairs and shiver slightly as cold air hits you. You should’ve brought a coat.

If you have a kid, you have to remember to bring their coat places too. You swallow, willing yourself to keep it together as you cross the street and slide into the passenger seat of Jake’s car.

“Morning. How’s the tadpole doin’?” Jake greets, watching as you buckle your seatbelt. You’ve been texting him all week. Since no one else knows, Jake has had to put up with hearing every single detail. Not that he minds. If anything, it’s helping him warm up to the idea.

“It’s… we’re tired, I think. Didn’t sleep much.” You explain. The night before your appointment. You just keep thinking about your future. It doesn’t help that the night before you had a dream about holding a baby and it smiling up at you, curling it’s fist around your finger.

Jake nods, pulling away from the curb, “Still haven’t decided?” He asks.

You shake your head. You always thought this decision would be an easy one. Sure, you want kids. But you had always pictured that being much further down the line. You hadn’t ever pictured your kid being fathered by your brother’s best friend either.

“If you keep it, you have to tell Dad,” Jake points out, his eyes still pointed calmly towards the road. That’s not fair. Your Dad isn’t the calmest at the best of times. “He’ll know you had sex.”

“I think he knows his kids are sexually active, Jake. We’re not little kids anymore.” You rest your temple against your fist. It’s a pretty gloomy day. Makes sense.

“He wouldn’t let Lauren’s husband sleep in the same room as her for thanksgiving.” Jake points out. You’re screwed. Lauren’s your oldest sister, and your dad has always been most strict with her and you. Jake and Beth always get away with the most. You wish you were a middle child too.

“Do you think I’d be an idiot to keep it?” You fiddle with your hands. You can’t bare to look at Jake’s face, fearing that he might say yes. Jake glances across at his baby sister. Always so strong and capable. He purses his lips.

“I don’t think you’d be an idiot,” He decides eventually, you lift your head to look at him finally. He shrugs his shoulders, “But I do think it’s going to be harder than you realise.”

You nod. That makes sense.

“But, you’ve got me.” Jake promises. He shoots you a soft smile. “Whatever you decide, kid.”

You let out a breath.

That helps. You wonder if your parents will disown you over this. It’s a possibility. Your dad’s running for local council in Austin — it doesn’t look great to have a daughter in college having a kid with someone she barely knows.

Jake waits in the car for your appointment. You wish he could come in with you. Well, actually, you wish someone would just give you the right answer. Tell you what to do.

You don’t know what you’re so nervous about. This is just a consultation. Just to confirm your pregnancy and talk about your options.

Yet, here you are, stuttering your way through your medical history.

“Have you ever been pregnant before?” The nurse asks. You shake your head quickly.

“N-No.”

She’s nice, and friendly. She makes it as easy as it can be. But it’s still not easy. The consultation takes just over an hour. Jake sits and plays on his phone until the battery is almost dead.

He flinches as the car door opens, dropping his phone, losing his chance at beating his high score. He tilts his head, craning forwards to see your face as you slip into the passenger seat.

“So?” Jake prods. He sits up a little straighter and half turns to face you. “How did it go?”

“I’m definitely pregnant.” You breathe out. You rub your temples. Jake nods, he has already come to terms with this much. You bite your cheek, tapping your foot nervously.

He waits.

“I think I want to keep it.” You admit.

Jake claps his hands together. You look up and he’s smiling. Mostly so that he doesn’t freak out and scare you into changing your mind.

“Holy shit.” He breathes out. You truly can’t tell if he’s wincing or grinning but he sounds excited. “I’m going to be an uncle!”

He leans across the console and hugs you tight. You sigh softly, squeezing him. You don’t know what you would do without him.

“Holy shit,” This time he says it more quietly as he pulls back to look at you. “You’re going to be a mom.”

You will yourself not to start crying again.

“You’re going to have to let the dad know. Common courtesy to send a text if you’re bringing someone’s child into the world, I think.” Jake decides as he turns his attention to the road and pulls out of his parking space.

You sit back in the seat and realise you don’t even have Bradley’s number. You’re going to have his baby and you don’t have his phone number. Instagram.

You tilt your phone away from Jake and search. You have plenty of mutuals, including your older brother. You find him easily.

He’s not on private. It’s mostly pictures of game days, parties, pictures with his friends. Frat boy stuff. He has a story. You feel weird for a second about watching it — since you don’t follow him. You figure you’re probably past worrying about creeping him out by now.

You click on it. 3m ago. You recognise the view in the picture.

“Could you drop me off at the library?” You blurt out. Jake glances across at you and frowns.

“Our library? Like UVA’s library?” Jake asks.

“Yeah.” You don’t have an excuse yet. You squint. Jake watches you try to think of something, while he tries to maintain and eye on the road.

“Does he go to my school? — Do I know him?” Shit, he’s so on to you. You debate telling him now. He’ll have to find out one day.

“No, you don’t know him.” You lie. You hope he can’t tell. You remember the guy who wouldn’t leave you alone at the Halloween party, before Bradley. You know Jake saw you talking to him earlier in the night. “It was at your Halloween party. The tall guy. From the other frat.”

Jake’s jaw hangs open, “That guy?”

He makes a displeased face. You wince. This is going to be so much worse if he finds out the truth.

“My niece or nephew is going to be 50% that guy?” Jake complains. Your brows furrow. That’s what he’s worried about right now?

“Just — library. Please.” You sigh.

Jake doesn’t argue with you. He does, however, keep looking across at you and wondering what he did wrong in teaching you about guys for you to choose to reproduce with that guy.

“Should I come in with you?” Jake asks. You scoff, already half way out of the passenger side by the time he has put the handbrake on.

“No! I’ll walk back to your place. I’ll see you later!” You can’t risk him seeing you with Bradley. Especially not if this goes as badly as you’re expecting it to, you don’t want Jake trying to kill him in the history section.

You jog up the first three flights of stairs, then realise that you should make the most of being able to jog while you still can. In a couple of months, you’ll be waddling.

You’re having a crisis about that when you catch a glimpse of him. You crane your neck. He’s sitting at one of the desks, but his chair is pushed back really far. You lean forwards for a better look, craning your neck further.

Then you realise why his chair is pushed so far back. There’s a girl standing between his knees. He’s smiling at her, they’re talking about something you can’t hear.

No wonder he’s in the library all the time if this is what he calls studying. You debate just walking back down the stairs and leaving. Then, the girl smiles and turns away, nodding.

You wait for her to leave before you step out from behind the column and start towards him. Bradley’s already looking back down at his notes. He doesn’t notice you until you’re standing beside his desk.

He looks up and frowns immediately.

“Hi.” You say softly.

“Hey.” Bradley answers, confused and clearly not thrilled to see you. “How’s it going?”

“Can I talk to you about that, actually?” You push your hands into your pockets. Bradley glances around, half expecting Jake to rush him at any second.

“Well, um, I’m kinda busy, so…”

You bite your cheek and nod your head. So busy flirting with that pretty girl. “This’ll just take a sec. I promise.”

Bradley taps his pencil impatiently on his notebook and motions for you to sit down. “Alright. Shoot.”

You sit on the edge of the desk in front of him. You need to be close enough so that he can hear you without you having to raise your voice.

“You remember Halloween?”

“Vaguely.” He answers dully. You squint. His tone would suggest that he’s already mad at you — what does he have to be mad about?

“Okay, well,” You shake your head, trying to find the words to say. “Do you remember the conversation we had, right before, about the…”

You glance around and lower your voice to a whisper, “Condom?”

Bradley scrunches his brows closer together.

“Shit, careful.” You scolded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and grabbing the foil package out of his hands. Bradley frowned, not understanding the issue.

The issue, being that he was trying to open the condom like a caveman and the latex just made a snapping sound. You inspect it. Bradley leans forwards and drops his mouth down to your neck, peppering kisses along your jaw, your throat, down onto your collarbones.

“It’s fine.” He says softly, reaching between the two of you and taking it from your hands. You close your eyes and hum softly as his mouth works at your neck. You nod your head.

Bradley squints.

“Well, I’m — fuck, this is scary.” You breathe out. “I’m pregnant. It’s yours.”

He stares at you. For too long.

He raises his eyebrows and looks around him. You’re confused.

“This is a joke, right?” He checks, still looking around him. “What, did Jake make you do it to fuck with me?”

Jake knows how weird Bradley is with family stuff. Bradley’s the only person who stays at the house during Christmases. He doesn’t ever talk about back home. Jake’s never heard him talk about anything to do with his future other than flight school.

“No, I’m serious,” You answer him sheepishly, fiddling with your hands. “I just got back from the doctor.”

You reach into your bag and pull out your paperwork copy, setting it down on the desk in front of him. He sits forward and looks down at the page. There’s today’s date. There’s your name. There it is. Pregnant. Approx six weeks.

He sits back again and goes back to staring at you. He scoffs. Shakes his head. Then laughs. You frown slightly. He laughs in your face.

“Look,” He leans forwards slightly and looks around, “I have no idea what you’re trying to pull right now — but whatever it is, I’m not interested. I’m not having a kid.”

You swallow, willing yourself not to cry. This bundle of nerves needs to stop playing with your emotions. You refuse to let him see you cry.

Bradley stares at you. His expression is cold.

“Figure your shit out,” He says softly, his tone deadly serious, “And leave me out of it.”

“B-But-“

“I’m done talking.” Bradley interrupts. He looks back down at his work. You push yourself up, grab your bag and take the paperwork back. You wonder if he’s as emotional as this kid seems to be because you’re just about to choke up.

He glances up at you. It’s clear in his expression that he finds you pathetic right now.

You swallow the lump in your throat and stand upright.

“I’m keeping it.” You say softly. You turn away before you start bawling in front of him. Bradley watches you head for the elevator, his gaze burning into your back.

He squeezes the pencil in his hand, biting the inside of his cheek. He sits there, seething, until the pencil gives under the pressure, wood splintering out onto the desk.

You walk all the way back to Jake’s place holding in tears. Your eyes burn from blinking them back. Your throat’s sore from trying not to sob.

Jake’s on the couch as you get inside. He turns and looks at you. Just one look at the look on your face and he knows that he’s got an ass to beat. You start crying, knowing that he can tell you just got your feelings hurt.

Jake’s getting used to the tears now, they don’t phase him as much as they did when he first found out. You’re glad, because you hate being fussed.

“Stay here,” Jake stands up and hops over the back of the couch. “I’ll handle this. Is he still there?”

You sniffle and grab his shirt, shaking your head, “Don’t. It’ll make it worse.” Plus, you can’t exactly let Jake go and beat up the wrong guy. You have half a mind to just tell Jake the truth, let Bradley suffer the consequences.

But you would have to suffer them too.

“He was such a dick.” You whimper softly. Jake sighs and hugs you gently. “He wants nothing to do with me, and- and-“

You whimper, trying not to break down completely.

“Let me kick his ass.” He responds. You smile, sniffling against his shoulder. You shake your head at him and wipe your eyes.

“Could you just drive me home please?” You say softly.

“You sure? You could stay here? — I’ll stay in Bradley’s room with him.” Jake notices the way your face hardens when he mentions Bradley, but let’s it go. It’s been a long day and he doesn’t have time to worry about the fact you find one of his friends hot.

“I need to be alone for a bit.” You breathe. Jake nods. He’s pretty sure he would be freaking out even more than you are right now. So, like a good big brother, he drives you home and makes sure you’re settled in and safe — he tells you that he’s always going to be here for you and tadpole, no matter what.

Then, on the drive home, he calls Bradley to tell him to grab some shoes because they have an ass to beat. It goes straight to voicemail. Jake figures he’s at the gym, he’ll catch him at home.

Then, when Jake makes it home, Bradley’s still not there. He considers rallying the other guys, but they always cause too much of a scene. Jake just needs someone to watch his back whilst he goes and explains to this kid that he needs to grow a pair and step up.

Jake tries Bradley’s number again. Voicemail. He shakes his head and walks up to his room. He waits, tossing a ball at the ceiling and catching it. His door is open so that he can see when Bradley arrives.

Jake heard him before he sees him. The front door slams. Heavy footsteps in the hall, on the stairs. Jake sits up, brows furrowed as he watches Bradley. Face stern, stomping towards his room.

“Hey, where’ve you been? — I tried calling you like—“

“Library.” Bradley answers, he shoves open the door to his room without looking at Jake. He can’t stand seeing that smug fucking smile.

“Oh, okay.” Jake answers, still confused about who pissed in his cornflakes. Bradley’s door slams behind him. Jake rolls his eyes. He lays back down and grabs his ball. He toys with it between his fingertips.

It hits him like a tonne of bricks. He shoots upright and looks across the hall at Bradley’s door.

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softtcurse · 2 years ago

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Pretty Girl

synopsis: your relationship with jack was complicated to say the least. A fuck buddy venture yet a sour taste fell into your mouth at the thought of him. But you can’t help but want something more from someone who’s not willing to give you the same.

Passin' around

You blacken your body

No conversation

To ease up your mind

And nobody sings

To see the outside of it

“His name is Jack, he’s really sweet. Urban told me about him a couple of times!” Your bestfriend Ree assured you. “And I mean obviously you know who he is girl. Let’s not fuck around with ourselves he’s like THE IT man right now” She grinned and you walked with her with a slight roll of your eyes. Dating wasn’t in your vision at the moment, and although you appreciated her wanting to be the one to set you up with Mr. Right, you just didn’t see that coming your way anytime soon.

“Ree Im not really up to the club scene right now, I just want to go home and lay down” You whined and watched as the plethora of clothes around you fell onto the ground. She was pulling out every piece of clothing she could out of your closet to see which one you would be wearing.

“Please!? It’ll be so fun I promise! If you start hating it then we’ll leave. You know I’d never want to make you feel uncomfortable”

With a heavy sigh and a nod of your head. You promptly grabbed the dress she was holding up to you and agreed.

You did need to get out of the house and start being yourself again after all.

Your eyes snapped open. You look down. A sigh leaving your lips. Your thighs were patterned with bruises, a hiss escaping your lips when you traced them with your finger tips. You were again reminded of all the things Jack and you did the night previously. The way he had grabbed you, turned you on your back to look at your face while he fucked you. Jack Harlow could be sweet on you when he wanted too. One of the many reason why you didn’t like him.

You looked to your side and saw no sign of him. Thinking he was probably gone again just like all those other nights for the last couple of months.

“Well” you hummed and got yourself off of the bed. Wincing when the soreness in your core made its way evident. Your top long thrown in an empty chair on the corner of the room. When he had tugged it off your body.

Your panties ripped on the side of the bed on the ground. Internally you felt at war with yourself. How the fuck do you keep allowing yourself to keep doing this?

As you maneuvered your way to get some clothes on you paused. A sound of your kitchen came, a couple pots moving around and you heard some cups shift too. You weren’t stupid and you knew exactly who it was. Snatching a robe from your close you quickly tied it around you waist. Tracking downstairs you didn’t even notice that you had left your phone.

The sweet smell of coffee as well as the sizzling sound of bacon hit your senses.

As well as the sound of a very familiar voice.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in 30 minutes, I just gotta finish something here real quick” You hear peeked the corner and there he was. 6’3 dressed in some sweat pants and a t shirt he had left at your house a few days before. Washed, since you had done some laundry and accidentally tossed it in with your own clothes.

Accidentally was becoming a word you were all too familiar with nowadays.

You didn’t mean to eavesdrop. But you couldn’t help it.

Watching as he played the food. A smirk on his lips as he talk to whoever was on the other line.

“Yeah, yeah. I gotta go now though. Alright bye”

He clicked his screen and ended the call.

“You done over there spying?” Jack asked. Bringing a piece of bacon to his lips but yet he didn’t look at you.

You jumped. A flush of heat hit your cheeks at being caught snooping. Fuck.

You straightened your back and crossed your arms over your chest. Rolling your eyes and clearing your throat.

“Snooping? It’s my house” You walked into the kitchen fully. Your legs being hit by the cool breeze as he had a window cracked open.

He hummed and chewed. His eyes locking with yours. You fought the urge to look away. “What are you even still doing here Jack?”

You sat down on the stool where your island countertop was. A plate slid towards you. Bacon, eggs, toast, and some mixed fruit. Your stomach was basically begging you to eat. “What am I still doing here? Can’t a guy just make a pretty girl some breakfast without there being a motive?” Jack whispered into your ear. His hand touching your back. A shock of what felt like electricity ran through your back.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your lips.

Pretty girl

You were so used to that nickname falling off his lips. Smooth like butter and thick like the finest honey you’ve ever tasted.

“I just assumed you had another side piece to get to” You shrugged and picked up your fork. Brining s piece of egg to your lips and chewing slowly. You could smell his expensive cologne lingering on his skin even with all the shuffling and moving around you both did last night. His chain that had been previously hovering over your face as he fucked you into the mattress now sat obediently on the material of his t shirt.

“So what if I do? You’re not my girlfriend” He snapped at you suddenly.

A silence fell over you two.

Once again you were reminded why you didn’t like Jack Harlow.

You scanned his face for any sign of regret and you found none. Of course not. A permanent smirk on his features, almost as if he knew that it would get to you.

“You’re right I’m not, and I don’t want to be. Dealing with you 24/7, with your ways and not knowing what other bitch you could possibly fucking is not something I want to be drawn into” You dropped your fork harshly onto your plate. A loud clink from contact.

“Get the fuck out of my house”

“With pleasure pretty girl, see you next time”

///

Two days had passed and you’ve only occasionally exchanged text with Jack back and fourth. A little phone sex thrown into the mix. Your vibrator just wasn’t enough sometimes, and even though you didn’t like Jack he was there for whenever you needed a release. He was more than willing actually.

“He keeps asking about you, you know?” Ree mentioned over brunch. Your peach and mango cocktail sitting cold in front of you. A few sips down and you knew you were in it.

“Yeah as I’m sure he asks about a bunch of the girls he fucks in a daily basis” You snort back a laugh and shake your head.

“I haven’t seen other girls at the shows I go with Urban too, who knows? Maybe you’re just different him him?” You watched your friend grin and shrug. Taking a sip of her own drink while she watched your face contort into confusion. You quickly had shrugged that aside. There was no way Jack Harlow liked you. The feeling was mutual.

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

A VIP lanyard around your neck and your satin baby blue dress fitting perfectly around your body. You had gotten some heels for an event you had been invited to a month or two prior and you hadn’t ended up going. Who were you to waste a nice pair of heels? So you decide to wear them tonight for Jack’s final show of his tour. Come Home The Kids Miss Yo. You loved the album, you let his ego grow when you told him how much you loved it too.

As you were getting checked in by security you noticed a few fans off in the distance waving at you and shouting your name. You were only associated to Jack by Ree and Urban. You had been put on some blogs as well as some fan accounts whenever you were seen with him which you tried to keep very minimal, as minimal as you could, really. You offered them a small smile and wave. The very tall security guard nodding his head and leading you to the back of the venue. A private hallway leading down to where Jack would surely be. Hopefully Ree and Urban too.

“He’ll be in that room right there” The guard nodded at you. He looked very professional and his demeanor was nothing more than that.

“Thanks I appreciate it” You released a breath You didn’t even know you were holding. The heel of the man’s shoes clicked and before you knew it he was rounding the corner and disappeared. You could hear the echoes of the people talking from outside even from where you were. It just showed the amount of people waiting to see a piece of him. They adored him, Jack had a charm to him that was undeniable and even if you didn’t like him you could admit that.

You walked towards the dressing room door. Your hand turning the knob slowly.

“I missed you so much baby, god it’s been so long since I’ve seen you heard a whiney voice.

“I know pretty girl” the all too familiar voice with the all too familiar nickname. You didn’t know why it felt like utter poison escaping his lips. You could practically see his lips move as he said those two words.

Your teeth clenched. Your throat closed up and for a moment you felt as if all the air had been punched from your lungs.

“Am I going to see you tonight?”

“Mhm, I’ll tell one of my guys to bring you back to the bus so we can go up to the hotel room”

A loud squeal from the woman and a couple of kissing sounds fell into the air.

You had never felt so humiliated in your life.

Fuck Jack Harlow.

Your mind felt so numb you didn’t even hear the footsteps approaching you.

“Hey YN? You good?” You looked up. Urban. He looked genuinely concerned. Something you had been needing from someone in your life that wasn’t Ree.

“I’m okay” You whimpered out.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong? You want me to get Ree-“

“No no, please don’t. Please don’t” You begged him. Your eyes felt heavy. A couple ton of weights holding onto your eyelid. You were stopping yourself from being a mess to a man who you knew yet felt so much like a stranger to this point.

Your senses were so heightened up to this point. You heard the door click open.

“What’s going on here?”

Jack.

“YN’s not feeling good” Urban spoke for you. Looking in between you and Jack. Not knowing if that was the right thing to say. You looked in the mix between utterly pissed and utterly sick.

“What?” Jack’s hand placed under your arm. You immediately moved it out of his grasp.

“Don’t fucking touch me ever again. Don’t you text me, don’t ask for me, don’t even look at my shit ever again. Do you understand me?” You spared his feelings not one bit. Your gaze turned to his. If looks could kill Jack wouldn’t be standing where he was right now. You knew that for a fact.

“What the fuck are you going on about? What’s wrong with you?” Jacks laugh was bitter. It left a sour taste in your mouth. You should’ve known. Everything was a joke to him.

“YOURE WHATS FUCKING WRONG WITH ME” You yelled at him. “YOU JACK, ITS ALWAYS FUCKING YOU.”

You read his face and he seemed to be shocked. Sure you two had your plenty of arguments, they never came down to yelling. It was more jabs and sly remarks. Then you two would fuck it out like you always did. This felt so much more different, and he didn’t know why the pit of his stomach sank.

“Woah, calm the fuck down-“

“NO! FUCK YOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?!” You felt embarrassed and ashamed, more so knowing that his girlfriend for the night. Was in the dressing room hearing you get humiliated, they probably both got off of the fact that you were so stupid to even come here.

Your finger was pointed directly at his chest.

“You sit and send me a whole fucking VIP badge to come see you, you ask my fucking bestfriend about me as if you give a damn about me and then I come here like a fucking idiot knowing I despise your guts and hear you talking about making plans to fuck someone else after your show is over?” You try to dissect what you knew to be true. It sounded like you were explaining it to him but it was more so for yourself. You were trying to understand what the whole point of it was.

“Ermm, I think I’m just gonna-“ Urban felt extremely uncomfortable with the situation, and in any other scenario you would have felt bad but he was guilty by association.

Jacks laugh radiated the empty hallways and your ears. You were overdosed with distain at this point.

“So you’re tripping because I invited you to my show- which by the way it was just because my bestfriend is dating your fucking bestfriend so I felt like I needed to” Ouch. “And because I’m not fucking you tonight? Come on pretty girl, you can have me tomorrow night. I promise”

Oh you wanted to punch his so fucking bad.

“You don’t get to decide who I fuck, we’re not dating. I don’t want to date you or anyone for that matter, so if you feel the same then why are you up my ass about it? Stop acting like you’re fucking in love with me or something”

You hated the fact that his words hit harder than they usually would. You didn’t know why. You knew this.

“I’m glad we got that out of the way. Next time you decide to humiliate me then do it in-front of a bigger audience. That’ll do you more good.” You turned to Urban, hearing Jack scoff behind you.

“Please don’t tell Ree. Please” You asked. “She’ll worry about me and I don’t want her to waste her time doing that anymore”

“Umm, yeah no worries YN. I’m sorry” Urban apologetically looked at you. You didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Was he sorry because he knew? Or because of his friend’s actions? You didn’t care anymore.

“Yeah thanks” You mumbled and walked away. Ripping the VIP lanyard around your neck and tossing it on the ground. It left a slight sting on your skin.

One more reason to not like him, and you were okay with that.

///

Your emotions had been pent up over the last week or so. You managed to find the urge to block Jack on everything you would. Even on tik tok. Just to get your point across that you truly wanted nothing to do with him anymore. Urban had kept his end of the bargain and hadn’t told Ree anything. You knew she’d end up finding Jack and possibly fighting up if she found out. Not that you couldn’t deal with it yourself but she was very protective over you and it wouldn’t end up pretty.

“I’m doing this for her, I’m doing this for her” You kept mumbling to yourself. Outside of the restaurant, squeezing your fights and acting like everything was fine and well. The most you could do. Lying to Ree wasn’t something you liked doing, but when she had asked why you didn’t arrive at the show you had made some bullshit excuse that you had fallen sick due to some food you ate. That was enough for you to cover up that whole night.

“YN I know you don’t like him but please just try to get along with him for me? Please?” Your bestfriend Ree begged you. Her hands enclasped and in a rayed position because at this point that’s what she felt like. Holding on to her sanity that you would be in a room with Jack for a couple of hours.

Unknown to her, you were trying the hardest you could. Only the universe knows how much it took out of you to get dressed and stand being in a room with him.

“Ree I don’t know how to tell you that I don’t want to be around him! He’s a condescending asshole and he equally doesn’t like me so why the fuck does it matter?” You pouted your lips. You looked too fucking good tonight to waste an outfit. You had just been informed by Ree that Jack was making an appearance at her birthday dinner. Urban being her boyfriend he was bound to be there and you knew that. But that didn’t make you any less pissed.

“Why are you acting like that?” Ree looked at you and smirked. Crossing her arms.

“You’re acting like yall haven’t been fucking like you’re in heat for the past couple of weeks” She shrugged.

“Shhhh! Way to reveal my darkest secrets” You felt heat creep up on your cheeks and you moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Ree tugged you along. You obliged. A sign escaped your lips. She was so lucky you loved her.

So, so so lucky

As soon as you walked in your eyes narrowed down to the man you dreaded to see. You hadn’t spoken or even texted him in nearly a week. Which was a record for you. You folded so quickly for him sometimes it was ridiculous. Not to be mistaken with your distain for him because you really didn’t like him. Now more than ever.

You swore it

As soon as his eyes looked at yours. A stupid grin appeared on your face. Ree had long left your side and ran to Urban. Who awaited her with bags of gifts and a sweet grin. His arms awaiting her too.

“What’s with the face?” Jack asked you. Bringing a drink up to his lips. There were a lot of your friends at the table where you guys would be having Fee’s birthday dinner. Even a few members of PG who you haven’t really met yet.

“The face?”

“Mhm, you look mad” Well not shit. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I’m not mad. You being here is just an inconvenience for me”

“Oooo I see” Fuck he looked so good. His curls sitting perfectly on his head. His blue new balance track suit fitted perfectly too.

“You thought I wasn’t gonna come huh?” He had leaned down to whisper into your ear. A shudder fell on your spine.

“Pretty girl, not so smart”

“Don’t call me that”

“Why not? You loved it when I would hold your hands behind your back while I fucked you senseless and called you that”

You wanted to squeeze your legs shut. It had been a minute since you’ve gotten any. That was purely because you couldn’t bring yourself to out yourself into another situationship, that and you didn’t want to sleep with a random one night stand.

Open your mind

Filled it with bullshit

Locked up your heart

Without even knowing it

It must be a sign

The days that we're living in

“I’d rather not be associated with the other women you have attached to your name. Thanks”

“Listen if it’s about-“

“No, I don’t want to talk about it. I told you I was done and I meant it.”

Jack’s face visibly fell. You could see the way his jaw clenched and you almost felt bad for him.

“I just want to explain myself a little more, so I don’t look like the most awful person to you.”

“It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?” You offered him a sad smile. “I can pretend that we get along for the sake of our friends. But as far as you and I are concerned. There’s no us Jack. There will never be and you’ve made that quite clear.”

“You can’t blame this all on me, you don’t like me either” Jack stopped you as you were beginning to walk away to take your seat.

“No Jack I didn’t, but maybe for just a second I was changing my mind”

“I’m sorry”

You paused. A shaky sigh escaped your lips.

“I didn’t touch her. I haven’t touched anyone since we started…doing whatever we were doing.” His hand came around your wrist. Pulling you closer to him. Not intimately but just enough so it was only the two of you in your own little bubble. Everyone else was distracted and that was a good thing for the both of you.

“Can we go back to my car and talk about it? Please?”

You gulped. Looking around, Ree who smiled at your and gave you a thumbs up. A guilty pit fell to your stomach. You would have to tell her the truth sooner or later. You then turned to Jack and nodded.

“Quickly.”

It only took 5 minutes for you to go outside and get inside his car. The black tinted windows giving you some sort of comfort. Jack had opened and closed the door for you. He always did, but it was especially intimate in the way his hand fell to the small of your back to make sure you got in just fine.

You kept having to remind yourself that he wasn’t your boyfriend. You two weren’t talking.

He was just Jack Harlow. Someone he’d always been in your life.

You watched him get in. Your eyes darted towards the dashboard once he got in comfortably. His fingers tapping against the steering wheel. Although you two had no intention of going anywhere.

“I didn’t fuck her”

“I know, you told me”

“I feel like you don’t believe”

“Why does it matter what I believe?”

Jack laughed. Not in a condescending way like he usually would. A guilty laugh.

“I care what you think…”

It was your turn to laugh now.

“Did I come here to listen to you tell jokes?”

“I’m being serious. What I said was stupid and I know it was. Trust me, I got a scolding from Urban for what I said.”

You sighed throwing your head back and closing your eyes. Your lashes hitting your cheeks. You kept your hands on your lap.

“You still kissed her Jack. You still….you still called her what you called me. Maybe it’s stupid, but it hurt. I don’t know why so don’t ask.” You stopped him. You knew that would be a question.

“It’s not stupid, I wasn’t thinking. I guess I just….I don’t know. That’s the only time I called her that.”

“Who was she?”

“Do I have to answer that?” Jack cautiously asked. He was expecting you to punch him in the mouth as soon as you saw him in the restaurant. But the way you kept yourself restrained made him even more nervous.

“You dont have to,but I’d appreciate it” You mumbled. His hand inched closed to yours before finally his hand was on top of yours.

“Some girl I used to mess around with back in Louisville, before I moved to Atlanta” He gripped your hand softly. You knew he was being genuine.

“Okay, I believe you” You assured him.

His hand inched closer to your thigh. You let him.

“I missed you”

“Did you?”

He smacked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“You know I did, come here” He patted his lap. You were more than happy to obliged.

You managed to shift over with ease. Your head hitting the roof a little before you were settled in his lap. His hands immediately cupping your cheeks and bringing you down to kiss him. Your lips entangled in a messy make out session. His large hands beginning to run down your back and at the curve of your ass. Lifting the material of your dress. You had a flimsy pair of panties on.

Your arms wrapped around his head. Pushing his mouth closed to yours. It was getting warmer and warmer by the minute. Fuck, you needed this.

“You want me to fuck you good?” Jack mumbled against your lips. Your nude and brown ombré lipstick getting smudged against his lips.

“Mhm, please fuck me good” You begged.

Jack smirked and nodded. Who was he to deny you?

“Lift your hips up for me pretty girl” You lifted your hips and let him pull his sweats down. You could feel how hard he was through them and even more when his boxers exposed how needy he was for you. Your right hand leaned down and you cupped his dick through his briefs. Earning a very loud groan from the back of Jack’a throat.

Pushing down his briefs his hard dick slapped his abdomen. You licked your lips and started pumping him while he worked on pushing your panties aside.

“Slide in slowly pretty girl, take your time” Jack instructed your. His eyes squeezing shut when you sunk down in his length. Your shaky moans and whimpers directly on his ear. His hands placed themselves on your waist- well one in your waist, the other on your throat.

At that point your eyes were filled with lust, glazed over with pure need that you were getting your drug of Jack Harlow. Nothing else really mattered in that moment. You knew that was part of your problem.

“Oh fuck!” You tossed your head back. Starting to rotate your hips. The dirty sounded of his skin hitting yours felt so sinful. Every inch of him inside of you, you could feel every vein. He was your own real life Adonis.

“Yeah that’s it pretty girl. Fuck your self on my dick. Take what you need from me you dirty bitch” Jack o panted through clenched teeth. His lips finding your neck yet again. Sinking on your delicate skin which would 100% leave a bruise on the spots.

You felt your legs quiver. Her hands desperately reaching to grab onto his hair.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” You yelled. Messy and sloppy thrusts being reciprocated by Jack.

“Cum for me baby, I’m gonna come inside of you okay? Can I please do that?” Jack asked you. Which you nodded. You were on birth control anyways.

It didn’t take much longer for your climax to come. For Jack to release himself inside of you. For your eyes it glaze over as you stared into his eyes. Pressing your lips with his again.

“Let’s go back to my place?” Jack asked you.

“Okay”

///

Beep

Jack lazily reached over to grab his phone. His eyes being hit by the harsh sun immediately. In his mind he cussed himself out for not investing in black out curtains. His hair messy from the activities from the previous night. All he could think about was taking you out to eat some syrupy waffles and a cup of hot tea. Fuck he could really use some.

“Baby can you close the blinds for me please?” Jack muttered. Reaching over to touch the side of the bed you always laid on. Only to find cold covers.

He assumed for a second that you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth or maybe even taking a shower. However he didn’t hear the faucet or the shower running.

“YN?”

Nothing.

Jack sat up rubbing his eyes. His bare chest being hit by the cool air.

Your clothes were gone, your phone was gone. It was as if there was no trace of you to begin with. If it wasn’t for the lingering smell of your perfume Jack would’ve thought he was going crazy.

Snatching his phone frustratedly off the covers he was quick to unlock it and open his contacts. His finger hovering over your name on his phone.

pretty girl 💓

Hesitantly he clicked on it.

“Please leave your voice mail box for-“

It was finally your turn to leave.

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

Nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

Preoccupied

And nobody's hiding it

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-”

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

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