#but hey most of this was done very late at night/early in the morning so whatever

[gay-little-izzet]

Cobwebs

The first time I tried to post this tumblr freaked out so hard it wouldn’t let me make posts for half an hour lol

[gilverrwrites]

You want my groupie love

Ft. Dick, Jason, Roy, and Wally 400-500 words each Request: Anon requested any of the above finding out you have a crush on their hero alter-ego. I did all of em cause I've been looking for an excuse to sink my teeth into some fluffy rambling! Warnings: Swearing | Alcohol | Secrets | Non-graphic mentions of violence  

Dick: Hey Neighbour

Dick could easily see how the new mailman switching up your post so often could get annoying, especially considering his busy schedule. However, he just couldn't bring himself to be upset over anything that gives him an excuse to see you. Admittedly, he's pushing it today, ringing your buzzer so early in the morning but the moment you open the door, revealing the most adorable bedhead and an oversized Nightwing shirt, he can't bring himself to care.

“Nice shirt.” He offers, but he's not certain you understand as you stare at him with squinted eyes and pouty lips.

“You want something?” Your voice is low and slow, thick with sleep but still hot as hell.

He wants you. “Yeah, um, my parcel says delivered but it's not! I just wondered if maybe they left it with you again?”

You continue to stare at him blankly for a moment longer before recognition seems to click in those pretty eyes.

“Oh yeah, sorry,” you murmur as you grab his mail from somewhere behind the door and hand it to him. Together you go through the polite thanks and no problem motions, but when you're done, he can't bring himself to leave. Maybe this is the day he finally asks you out.

“Do you- “

“Are you- “

You talk over each other, and then you dance around it until you finally win out the no you go argument.

“Do…” He’s about to ask when a thought pops into his head. That oversized tee is very oversized. “Is that your boyfriend's top?”

“I don't have a boyfriend.” You confirm, nervously playing with the hem and accidentally revealing a hint of your Nightwing sleep shorts.

“Just a big Nightwing fan, huh?” He's not sure why he's pushing it, something about the notion makes him feel good.

“You could say that.” You reply hesitantly. Your eyes flicker from him, back into your apartment a few times before you open your door. Nothing could have prepared Dick for the sight before him. Your living room was chockful of Nightwing merch; pillowcases, replica wing-dings, figurines, Blüd postcards with his likeness on them to name a few. Some are licensed, but most are not. There's a very real moment in which the blood drains from him, and he's concerned that he should be worried about you and your intention before you explain. “I kind of went on a big dumb rant about how Nightwing was snubbed for The Sexiest Hero Alive award a few years ago, and my friends have never let me forget about it. Now everyone and their dog buys me his merch for my Birthday and whatnot. I just can't bring myself to throw any of it out.”

“Ohhh.” That's a relief. His unease is replaced with twice as much giddiness. Sexiest Hero Alive, huh? He hadn’t cared that much about the award, but he cares that you care. “I’d love to hear more if by any chance you wanna grab breakfast together?

Jason: On the news

Jason is already sat in your usual spot when you arrive at the café, he even went ahead and got your usual order. The $12 was worth it for the look of gratitude and reprieve on your face as you collapse into the chair across from him.

“Thank you for ordering for me! I’ll send you the money.” Once you catch your breath you dive into your drink, moaning aloud at the flavour in a way that has him averting his gaze and shifting in his seat. He prays you don’t notice the heat in his face as he tells you not to worry about it, Bruce can afford it anyway.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.” You continue. “Apparently Red Hood and some of Two-Face’s guys got into some kind of turf war near the bank last night, and police have shut the whole block down.”

“Oh, that sucks.” He grunts, pretending like he doesn’t already know.

“Right! So annoying. Red Hood gets a pass though, 'cause he’s hot.”

Jason actually chokes on his coffee, narrowly missing you with his spray as you lean away from him. Before you can even ask if he’s okay, he’s grilling you.

“He’s hot? How do you know he’s hot? You’ve never met the guy!” It’s an instinctive response, maybe a little paranoid, and though he doesn’t mean to, he’s definitely selling some kind of jealousy angle right now.

“No, but I’ve seen him on the news, and in the papers.” You explain. “He’s got that kind of, cool, mysterious, badass thing going on, you know? With the helmet, and leather, oh and the motorbike! And the voice!”

Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. If he wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now. Some badass. “B-but you don’t know what he looks like.”

“I know he’s good-looking. ‘An I bet he’s a nice person, under all that tough guy exterior.” You state decidedly. “I feel it in my bones, and my… I’m not gonna finish that sentence.”

You both laugh, yours is more light-hearted. Like music to his heated ears. Jason feels like you reached into his chest and started tweaking at his heartstrings. He might not seem it externally, but he’s thrilled. This is a step in the right direction for your more-than-friends-not-quite-lovers-relationship, he thinks.

“I’m just saying, if the opportunity ever arose; Red Hood could get it.”

He just has to figure out what the next move is.

Roy: Prince Charming

When he’d gotten done saving your life from some back-alley thief a few nights prior, you’d thanked him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and Roy had seriously considered never washing that cheek again. But, he’d figured you wouldn’t want to kiss him ever again, hero or no if he stank. So, he’d scrubbed up and trimmed before picking up the pizza and heading to your place for your bi-weekly movie night.

When you open the door there’s a far-off look in your eye and a dreamy smile on your lips that he could certainly get used to.

“You okay?” He asks, making no attempt to hide his amusement as he stands in your kitchen, smothering his fries with ketchup and watching you stare off into space, swaying your hips like a puppy dog who can't control their tail.

“Yeah.” You answer, only half snapping back into the present moment, a sheepish, excited look on your face as you grab your share of the food and head for the couch. “I got mugged.” You call back, like it’s nothing. Playfully baiting a reaction from him that he’ll have to fake because he already knows.

“No- oh shit! Are you okay?” He leans in close as he sits beside you on the couch, pretending to examine you for injuries, but actually using it as an excuse to savour your scent.

“Yeah.” You turn to him so that your noses brush together, and he has to will himself not to blush at the proximity. You’d always had a bit of a flirtationship going, but that didn’t mean you didn’t still get under his skin when you had that tenacious look on your face. “I met the love of my life.”

“The love of your life mugged you?” He teases and you shake your head all cute and determined before leaning away to bite into your dinner.

“C’mon, who’s the lucky guy?” He goads, he has a feeling he knows where this is going, but he's trying not to get his hopes up.

You look at him like you’re thinking it over before confessing around a mouthful of food; “Arsenal.”

That’s fucking hilarious. He bites his lip to keep from laughing in your face.

“Arsenal.” He repeats. Is it hot in here? He feels exceedingly flush. “Huh, crazy.”

“Arsenal.” You say it again, this time like some Disney character swooning over their Prince Charming as you lean into his chest. It makes eating significantly harder, but he doesn’t care, lifting his arm and draping it over your shoulder, urging you closer. He’d starve it meant getting to hold you till he died. “He saved me.”

“No kidding.” You ghost a hand up and down his arm, and he enjoys the sensation too much to notice how your fingertips trace his exposed tattoos. This conversation might be the best thing that’s happened to him in ages. Second best. No, third best. Behind Lian being born and you kissing him. “But, ah, I thought I was the love of your life?”

You chew on his comeback for a minute, and he enjoys immensely how you try not to grin as your eyes dart around while you think up a response. “Guess you’ll have to share me.”

Roy Harper, share you with Arsenal? He could definitely live with that.

Wally: Fuck, marry, kill

“Okayokayokay. Fuck, marry, kill.” His words all string together in an excited jumble. He’s totally buzzing, and not from the booze. It’s never the booze, he metabolises it too fast. No, his excitement is entirely caused by you. You and your proximity, your smiling face, and your hypnotic laugh. “Nightwing, Tempest, and The Flash? Go!”

“Oh, well that entirely depends.” You reply matter-of-factly, and Wally watches admiringly as you take a sip of your drink, licking the rim when a drop spills over. Damn, he wishes you’d put your lips on him like that.

“Depends on what?” He finally asks when he remembers it’s his turn to speak, and you bite your lip for a second as if considering whether you should say what you’re about to say.

Eventually, you commit. “Are we talking Central City Flash, or Keystone?”

You watch him expectantly while he sips his own drink, waiting for his clarification. He’s glad that the difference matters to you but he can’t help challenging you, partly to keep up the clueless civilian shtick, but mostly because he wants to prolong the conversation. He wants to hear you say ‘The Flash’ a million more times. “You’re so sure they’re not the same guy? Could be running back and forth really fast. That’s his whole thing, right?”

“Nah.” You shake your head, a self-assured smile on your face. You don’t even entertain the idea, and he wonders what has you so confident but he doesn’t have to wait long to find out. “Central Flash is cool and all, but I’m in loooooove with Keystone Flash.” You giggle as you declare it.

This is brand new information to Wally, and it takes him a moment to process it. His cheeks must be as red as his suit as he watches you melt into your seat, thinking about him The Flash.

“Have you ever met the guy?” He’s pretty certain he knows the answer already.

“No.” You confess shyly, but it doesn’t stop your next, very bold statement. “He doesn’t know it yet, but we’re gonna get married one day.”

“Really?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, like the cat whose canary landed right in his bowl and started chirping ‘EAT ME! EAT ME!’

The feet of his chair scrape on the floor as he shuffles closer, and even though he’s not ‘your future husband’, you let him close the distance, happily voicing your answer to his original question and his most recent. “Yep. If it’s Keystone, can I say fuck and marry The Flash?”

“Yeah, totally, I’ll accept that answer.” Wally blurts, making no effort to hide his elation as he places his hand atop yours. “You know, I’ve been told that I’m a lot like The Flash.”

Please remember, do things that make you happy!

[pathologicalreid]

If your down could u write an imagine where reader is new to the bau and Spencer is just coming back from jail and he makes reader nervous and when he notices he starts to mess with her nothing to wild but he teases her every now and again -🖤

drop | S.R.

in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: fluff, lighthearted teasing, clumsiness, obliviousness, reader is mentioned to be shorter than 5'7" (sorry it just worked for the story)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey anon! thanks for requesting, i think i may have verged away from the request on accident. also this is the one i posted about earlier that had been deleted by word so i had to rewrite it and therefore it's not very thoroughly proofread. hope you enjoy.

It came as a shock, most people needed to apply to the BAU and even then, they spent years trying to get in. You had gotten a call four months ago and were told you were leaving IOD in the Hoover building and would be expected at the BAU the next morning.

Years ago, you had a run-in with Emily Prentiss while she was heading Interpol in London, but you didn’t think she remembered you – let alone wanted to work with you. She brought you on to the team to help catch Peter Lewis

Now, Peter Lewis was dead, and Spencer Reid had been exonerated. You thought your time with the team was done, but when Emily caught you packing up your things, she told you she had no intentions of sending you back to the International Operation Division.

So, you made yourself comfortable at your desk across from Luke’s, even adding a picture of your family, just to make it seem a little lived-in.

It was something you’d had drilled into your head by your father: if you’re not early, you’re late. That was the reason why you were usually the first to the BAU, only sometimes being beaten by Dr. Reid.

Penelope said he was harmless, but that didn’t change the fact that he made you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were scared of him, but nervous in the way that he was something of a legend in the FBI.

Even more so since his recent release from prison.

You felt a sort of disconnect from the team when it came to them trying to get Reid out of prison, whenever Nadie Ramos came up in conversation, you picked up your files on Mr. Scratch and distracted yourself. Of course, you helped where you were needed, but you didn’t know him like they did.

This particular morning, you had beaten him to the office, taking your spot at your desk and flipping through a file you had abandoned in the name of sleep last night. A slight crash made you jump so badly that you fumbled with the papers in an attempt to not drop them. You looked up to see Spencer had dropped his bag on his desk, “Good morning, Y/N.” He greeted you.

Blankly, you stare at him for a moment before giving him a half smile. “Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you responded.

“I told you that you could just call me Reid, or Spencer,” he said, sitting down at his own desk.

Nodding, you found yourself interested in your coffee cup. “Yes, you did,” you took a deep breath. “Good morning, Spencer,” you tried again, offering him a fuller smile.

That seemed to appease him for now because he flipped open his own files and started inspecting them.

As you were preparing for the 10 o’clock debrief, you found yourself in the office kitchenette, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot that had been brewed an indeterminate number of minutes ago. Vaguely aware of the person standing behind you, you turned around to find Spencer, holding his own mug in both hands. “Oh! Hey,” you said, mentally smacking the palm of your hand to your forehead.

You moved out of the way as you added cream to your mug, watching as Spencer poured his coffee and followed it up with an almost equal amount of sugar. As you were about to make your way to the round table room, Spencer spoke, “You know, before 1975 you wouldn’t even have been able to be an FBI agent.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, “Wait, what? Why?”

“Before 1975 people shorter than 5’7” couldn’t be FBI agents,” He responded plainly, but there was a bit of mischief in his eyes.

You looked at him curiously, warmth flooding your cheeks. You stammered something about being late and rushed to the roundtable room, taking your usual spot next to Luke, and watching what Garcia presented to you—pretending not to notice Spencer across the table from you.

The BAU had been asked to consult on a case, but there were no precincts that had asked the team to make a trip to them. You had finished the paperwork on a recently closed case and got up to bring it to Emily, stuffing the papers in a file folder, you turned around and ran into Spencer. “Sorry!” You squeaked out, dropping to the floor to pick up the papers. To your surprise, he crouched down next to you and helped to pick up the papers. “Oh, jeez, now they’re all out of order,” you moped, setting the papers back down on your desk.

“It was my fault,” Spencer said. The honesty in his voice made your shoulders slouch.

Shaking your head, you smiled at him, “It’s okay, Spencer. They’re just papers.”

He looked at you like there was something more he wanted to say, but he didn’t, he just turned from your desk and walked out of the bullpen, leaving you staring.

When you finally brought your papers to Emily, she asked you to close the door behind you. Patiently, you stood in her office while she added your file to the menacing pile she kept on her desk. “I’ve been meaning to ask how you’re doing. With the BAU, I mean,” she told you, leaning over her desk.

“Good, I think. I’ve gotten very few complaints so far,” you told her, unable to help the uneasiness you felt. Had someone said something?

Emily nodded, her dark hair shining with the movement, “Good, I haven’t heard anything negative about you at all. Which is actually uncommon for the BAU.”

You let the rest of the day pass, but as the team trickled out of the bullpen, only you, Emily, and Spencer were left.

At the sound of rustling, you looked over to see that Spencer was packing up his things and putting them into his familiar leather bag. Resting your cheek on your hand, you went back to your case file, marking thoughts in the margins.

Jumping when something hit your desk, making the metal rattle, you dropped your pen on the ground. Peering up to see Spencer giving you a lopsided smile before he bent down to pick up your pen, “Hey, at least you didn’t drop a bunch of papers again.”

You flushed as your eyes followed him out the glass doors of the BAU, turning around to see Emily watching on, leaning on the railing outside her office, looking between you and Spencer as if she knew something you didn’t.

[halfvalid]

Hey! Since your requests are open, may I request opla!Zoro x reader (established relationship) where the reader has a lot of self doubt (not only in their looks, but their abilities and their place in the crew) since it’s, unfortunately, been shoved done their throat by pretty much eveyone they knew, even their parents, that they would never be good enough? Maybe Zoro figures out that they have sort of been spiralling lately and they have a talk about the readers past and the problems they’re facing and he comforts them? Maybe it ends sort of spicy or turns out full on spicy, if you’re comfortable with that!

daybreak

ABOUT

alternate title: some fluffy established relationship hurt/comfort to save my soul

rating: teen & up

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k (short; sorry!)

description: zoro notices you've been seeming off recently, and you confide in him your insecure feelings of self-worth. he comforts you.

tags: strawhat!reader, established relationship, fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, kissing, no use of ‘y/n’, soft zoro, ridiculously stupidly absolutely horrifyingly fluffy. 

author’s note: thank you so much for the very lovely request! i hope i did your prompt justice; i ended up not writing any spice at the end (just slightly suggestive) since i didn't think it fit the story but i hope you like it anyway ^^

it feels slightly ooc, but i also wrote it in the span of two hours at 1:00 am so can you really blame me. 

It was morning on the Going Merry, and you were cleaning up the wreckage that had been scattered along the deck in your last battle. The crew had gone up against some other pirates; it’d been late at night, and the attack had come suddenly, what you’d thought would be a peaceful docking turning combative quickly. 

You barely remembered the fight. One moment, the warning bell had sounded, and the next Zoro was rolling out of bed beside you, grabbing his swords and darting out of your bedroom before you could even register what was happening. The fight had gone in the Straw Hats’ favor, thankfully; Zoro, Luffy, and Sanji had fended off most of the threat, and you were back on the open sea, safe from enemies for at least a little while now. 

You let out a sigh as you swept shattered glass into a dustpan, shaking out the collected trash into a nearby empty barrel. None of the men usually bothered to start cleaning up—typical—so you’d pulled yourself out of bed as early as possible to get the ship looking a little more like normal. 

Zoro had left some corpses on the deck for you to deal with, and you’d had to toss them overboard, a grimace tugging at your lips as blood stained the white of your blouse. No matter. You’d finished sweeping, at least; all you had left to do was mop, right as everyone else was waking up. 

You filled a bucket with warm water and soap, and were just grabbing the mop from the closet when you heard footsteps. You glanced up, surprised to see Zoro heading towards you, one hand grasped loosely around his sword handle as always. “You’re up early,” he said, casual as ever. “Woke up and you were gone.” 

“Figured I should get a head start on cleaning,” you answered quickly, not meeting Zoro’s eyes as you dunked the mop into the bucket. His brows creased as he watched you start mopping, pushing the handle along the deck to wipe it clear of bloodstains. 

“How long have you been doing this?” Zoro asked, after a few seconds of delayed silence. You shrugged, dunking your mop again before going for another few swipes. “We can help clean too, you know.” 

“It’s the least I can do,” you protested. You moved past him, trying very hard not to meet his eyes—but Zoro didn’t let you pass, one hand going out to grab the mop rod and stopping you in your tracks. “What?” 

“What do you mean, least you could do?” Zoro asked blankly. 

“I mean—” you shrugged, muscles limp like your entire body was sagging you down. “You and the others were the ones to deal with the pirates, so I figured I could at least—”

Zoro still looked confused, brows pulled together, forehead taut with a frown. “I distinctly recall you throwing a pirate twice your size overboard. Unless I was imagining things.” 

You sighed. “Not what I meant.” You tried to push past Zoro again, but he didn’t let you, hand still tightly grasped around your mop handle. 

“Okay, what did you mean, then?” 

“Nothing. Will you just let me finish cleaning so there aren't blood stains all over Luffy’s ship?” You sighed again, even as you attempted to keep the sound inside—but you couldn’t help it. It was like there was an anchor stuck inside of you, pulling everything from your feelings to your body down, the weight of gravity tugging at your features. 

“Luffy’s ship?” 

You shrugged. “The Straw Hats’ ship. Whatever.” 

“Our ship,” Zoro said. There was a certain twinge of something in his words; still blankness, but laced with a dawning realization that you weren’t sure you liked. “You’re upset.” 

“Nope.” This time you really did manage to get free of Zoro’s grasp, yanking your mop out of his grip and starting back on cleaning the deck. The acrid smell of iron hit your nose as you scrubbed the dried blood off—you’d have to go back in later with a sponge to get all the cracks and crevices, but for now this would be okay. 

Zoro followed you, unceasing with his interrogation. “Yes, you are. I know when you’re upset, and you’re upset. What happened.” It was more of a statement than a question—Zoro didn’t often doubt himself, really, which was one of the many things that’d helped make you stumble into falling for him. “Was it about last night? You know the cook's just making fun when he keeps a counter, right? It doesn’t matter if he brought two or five more men down than you.” 

“It’s not about that,” you insisted. 

“So you admit you are upset.” 

You groaned, finally turning to look Zoro in the eye. He’d stopped walking, the dawning sun glinting hazey gold onto his skin in the early hour. There was still an overcast of blue from the night in the sky, and it made the heavens look ethereal, watery and glittering. 

“Come on,” he urged. “Just tell me what’s wrong.” 

“It’s really nothing you need to be concerned about,” you attempted, but your voice was weak now. Zoro stepped closer to you, gently pulling the mop out of your hands. Your fingers let go easily. “It’s silly.” 

Zoro gave you a look. “Out with it.” 

“I don’t know, I just—” your fingers clenched, like your hand was trying to find something to do now that Zoro had rid you of your mop. “Comparatively I just don’t do much. So I want to help out as much as possible.” 

“Who said you don’t do much?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t think I need to repeat myself,” Zoro said. He let the mop fall to the ground, arms crossing over his chest as he watched you. “Who said you don’t do much?”

“I mean, nobody. It’s just true.” You shrugged, distinctly uncomfortable with the way Zoro was looking at you—all attentive, like he was trying to strip you raw with his eyes, uncover whatever secrets might be hiding in the pores of your skin and the gaps of your teeth. “Luffy’s the captain, we wouldn’t be able to do anything without Nami, you and Sanji are the fighters, and Usopp’s everyone’s favorite. I’m just kind of�� filler?” 

The more you spoke, the worse your words got, your tone turning more desperate as the sentences fumbled out of your mouth. Zoro’s eyebrows raised higher as you went on, and you flushed, red prickling all over your skin. 

“First of all,” he started, “Usopp is not my favorite. That’d be you. And—where are you getting this from?” 

You shook your head, trying to backtrack. “Nothing. Nowhere. It’s not that import—”

“Yes, it is, and we’re talking about it.” Zoro pulled a nearby barrel by the side of the ship, plopping himself down atop it and gesturing for you to sit. You didn’t, but you did move over to the railing, hands curling around the painted wood. “Speak.” 

“I have nothing to say,” you tried. Zoro just shot you an unimpressed look, and you squirmed. “Fine. I don’t know. I joined last, so I just figured… you were all kind of already set without me, right?” 

Zoro shook his head. “We’re a crew,” he said, voice strong but somehow still gentle. “You’re part of us for a reason. What, this entire time did you think you were—expendable?” 

You fidgeted uncomfortably, weight shifting from one leg to the other. “No.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Yes. No. I don’t know. Last night—I only got, like what, two guys? And you reacted way faster to the situation than I did,” you started, words flailing around on your tongue as they rushed out. It was indelicate, for certain, and you yourself couldn’t make sense of most of the words—but once you started, you couldn’t stop, even as they slurred together. “I was still getting out of bed and grabbing my weapon when you’d already dealt with half the enemy crew.” 

“Don’t compare yourself to me,” Zoro said with a shake of his head. “That’s not fair. I’ve been training since I was eight. It’s different.” 

You huffed out an exasperated breath, trying not to let your frustration get the best of you. “I can't help it sometimes. It’s a bad habit.” You loosened your grip on the ship railing, staring out at the golden clouds hovering over the sky.  “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Zoro answered. He didn’t say anything after that—giving you a space to talk, you supposed, in case you wanted to. But his hand did reach up to press against yours, pinky brushing against your finger as he held onto the railing beside you. 

“I guess I just always had these standards back at the village,” you managed out eventually. Your island had always been one of the more traditional places in the East Blue, and there were plenty rules and guidelines abound. One of the many reasons you’d left the place in favor for Luffy and the Going Merry, really. “So I just… always want to do more. It’s not that bad.” 

“Right.” Zoro’s pinky looped around your finger, now, holding it close in a soft kiss of the hands. You sighed. 

“My parents were kind of rough on me, I guess,” you tried, sneaking a glance over at Zoro’s face to see if it satiated his curiosity at all. His expression remained as steel as ever, so you just continued. “They wanted me to be the best I could. But their standards were too high, even when I was little.” You found yourself rubbing circles into the back of Zoro’s hand with your finger, more so to comfort yourself than for any other reason. “Just normal stuff, like being upset about my school grades or my combat training levels being too low. Nothing that terrible.” 

“But…?” Zoro asked, tilting his head up to look at you. You smiled, but the action didn’t reach your eyes—it was all mouth and jaw, cheeks lifting but eyes glinting with the same glazed stare. 

“It just affected me a lot, I suppose,” you answered. “Always trying to get better. Never satisfied. And I guess now—I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll ever be good enough.” 

“For?” Zoro asked. His voice was low, soft, all hollow and empty inside. There was a tinge of roughness lacing it, like he’d forgotten to clear his throat, and the scratch of his vocal chords had surfaced up along with the words. 

“Myself. My parents. Luffy. You.” Your lips tightened into a line. Vaguely, you could feel the warm pinpricks of tears starting at your waterline, and you tried to will them back, letting out a little laugh. “Everyone, I guess.” 

Zoro’s hand had come to hold yours fully, fingers woven in between yours, thumb pressed firmly against the joint of your thumb. Somehow, that one motion managed to force the last of the words out of you—all wet and soft, eyes glued fiercely to the horizon in fear of seeing what was etched on Zoro’s face. 

“We do arranged marriages back at home,” you started, trying very hard to keep your voice from trembling. it worked only marginally—there was a tiny quaver in your tone, but it was soft, not noticeable unless you were really listening hard. “And my mom used to tell me I’d die alone. Because I wasn’t pretty enough, or smart enough, or anything enough for any of the boys there.” 

“Oh,” Zoro said. It was quiet; barely a whisper. You tried for a wry smile. 

“I like helping, though. I don’t mind cleaning up or whatever. It makes me feel more useful.” You tried to tug your hand out of Zoro’s grip, but his fingers tightened, keeping you in place. A nervous laugh escaped your throat. “And I know I’m part of the crew and all of this is just silly. So it’s really fine—”

Zoro tugged your intertwined hands to his chest, causing you to stumble and glance down at him in surprise. His expression was nearly unreadable. It’d darkened, and there was a contemplative gaze in his eyes, lips parted with invisible words perched on his tongue. “Don’t do that,” he whispered, and your stomach dropped, the nervousness that had gathered inside during the conversation tightening up into a hall. “Don’t say it’s okay or that it’s not important. If it’s making you upset, then it matters.” 

“I guess,” you tried, and Zoro’s gaze lifted to fix you with a glare. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay, I just…” Zoro shook his head. “Look, whatever your parents used to tell you, whatever you have ingrained in your head—it’s not true. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to do more, but… you don’t have to do it. You’re enough already.” 

Your gaze softened, lips falling open to say something, but Zoro wasn’t finished yet. “You shouldn’t come out here and force yourself to clean up just to make up for your—waste of space, or something. You’re not a servant. And you’re not wasting up any space. I think everyone would agree that you’re a very important and vital part of the crew.” 

“Thanks,” you whispered. Zoro’s hand was warm around yours, and you felt the threatening droplets of tears start to rise up at your waterline, ready to fall at any moment now. Zoro just nodded. 

“You’re a great fighter, and way smarter than what you give yourself credit for,” he said firmly. He raised your hand to his mouth, then, leaning over to press a feather-light kiss to your knuckles. “And the boys on your island have to be blind, because you’re pretty enough. You’re more than pretty enough.”

He whispered the last words, all soft and sacred on his tongue. “You’re beautiful.” 

That was enough to drive your tears over the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop the flow as the warm sensation of liquid streaking down your cheeks began. Droplets caught in the crevice of your lips, and at the hinge of your jaw—Zoro brought a hand up to wipe them away. “Are you okay?” he whispered. 

“Yeah, I just, um.” You shook your head, sniffing. “Thank you. That… helped. I think.” 

Zoro bummed out his response. “Of course,” he said easily. “You’re my girl. It’s my job to cheer you up.” He kissed your knuckles again. “And you can talk to any of us. I’m not really the best at this, but everyone else…” he shrugged. 

“You’re doing just fine,” you assured him. Zoro nodded, tugging you down until you finally took a seat on a crate beside him. “I think it’s just been worse lately.” 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re better than the waiter,” Zoro said. You just laughed. 

“I think you’re biased, but thank you,” you said. “Here, I, um, I promise I’ll let you know if I’m feeling down, I guess. If you don’t mind.” 

“Definitely don’t mind,” Zoro answered. This time he placed a gentle kiss on your neck, somewhere at the bottom near the back. “Leave the mopping for someone else. You’ve already done a lot.” 

“Okay,” you whispered, eyes fluttering closed as Zoro kissed the rest of the way up the back of your neck. He placed a final one right below your earlobe. With that, Zoro stood up, sweeping one arm under your legs and hoisting you up. You cracked open an eye to regard him with a blank look. “What are you doing?” 

“Bringing you back to my room,” Zoro answered. “You didn’t get much sleep tonight. And I doubt anyone wants to watch me kissing you on the main deck anyway.” 

That was fair enough reasoning, so you didn’t complain, letting him carry you all the way to his cabin and gently lay you down onto his bed. He leaned over to press a gentle kiss to your lips—you could still taste the saltwater from your tears from before. “Want me to stay?” Zoro asked. 

“You don’t have to,” you said automatically, and Zoro raised both his eyebrows. You let out a sigh. “Okay, I get it. Yes. Please stay.” 

“All you had to say,” Zoro said, shedding himself of his shoes and swords before leaning over the bed to watch you. He didn’t slip under the covers or anything, just propped an arm up on the mattress, kneeling beside the bed. There was tender silence for a few moments before Zoro spoke again. 

“I love you,” he said abruptly, voice rough but somehow still soft. Your heart beat too fast in your chest, ribcage squeezing in on the organ and making it skip. His hand slid along the mattress to find yours, and you took the offer, fingers clasping around his palm. 

“I love you too,” you whispered back. Zoe leaned over, then, the hand not intertwined with yours tilting your jaw over just so to allow him better access to your mouth. He kissed you full-on, tender but firm, mouth working against yours in a way that unraveled you entirely. Your grip on his hand tightened as he deepened the kiss, a soft sound emitting from low in your throat. Finally you broke apart, heaving for breath, exhales mixing together midair. An exchange of souls, you’d heard once, somewhere. 

“Come on,” you murmured, tugging Zoro closer to the bed so he got the hint. He slipped beside you onto it, turning your head again to meet you in another kiss. His hand drifted down to your waist, holding you securely in place.  

“I don’t think anyone should need us for a few more hours, right?” Zoro asked, and you laughed. He swallowed up the sounds with his mouth, tongue licking languidly into you as he rubbed delicate circles into the skin of your waist. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, and then he was kissing you again. 

You let him siphon the soul out of your lungs, knowing you were getting his right back. 

© halfvalid 2023

[takamiwife]

hawks x pregnant reader?... either his kid or someone else's doesn't matter, as long as he's loving sweet and spoiling tf out the baby ❤️ he would be soooo good w postpartum care. im sure he's helped deliver kids in emergency situations - 🌕

thank you for the request! this is adorable <33 sorry this took a while </3 schools been kicking my ass

but anyways

this man is literally meant to be a father

when you told him you were pregnant, his reaction was: “we’re having a baby?” (shocked) -> “we’re having a baby?” (terrified) -> “we’re having a baby?!” (over the moon ecstatic)

your pregnancy wasn’t planned, so admittedly he was very nervous. he always expected to have kids when he had taken a load off of his hero work, and as soon as you asked if you two should reconsider, he immediately stopped you

“no, no, no. i’m.. i’m ready. as long as you are.”

of course he wifed you up IMMEDIATELY

he can’t have you walking around with his baby without a ring on your finger!

for a short period of time, it was extremely stressful and hectic. you wanted to get your wedding done early on in your pregnancy so you could still fit into your dream dress, and keigo was balancing trying to work a lot to try and make the city the most secure he could for when the baby arrived while also wanting to be home with you, but you two found a way to do it. you postponed your honeymoon until a few months after the baby was born (hey, you’d need it then anyways), so the beginning of your marriage was filled with baby-proofing your now shared apartment and setting up a nursery

everyday when he’d wake you up, he’d kiss you on the forehead, then on your growing bump

this man would come home EVERYDAY with baby stuff, “i saw it in a store while on patrol, wouldn’t this be perfect?”

plus, he’d find the exact vitamins you should take and got them for you, wanting you and the baby to be as healthy as possible

he’d insist you don’t lift a single finger, especially since you went through a lot of stress early on with rapidly planning your wedding, but you convinced him to let you be able to help with the baby’s room

whenever you two are alone together, his hand is like, CONSTANTLY on your stomach

he cried when he felt the baby kick

you guys would celebrate every trimester with a little cake with candles on it

you often got late night cravings, and you always told him not to worry about it, but he insisted because he just so happened to be craving the same thing, so it really wasn’t a problem

rubs your back and holds your hair during morning sickness, and is so patient with you with mood swings

when you really started to show and you couldn’t fit into your old clothes, you broke down crying about how you felt so bad about yourself, and he was genuinely so confused because you had never looked more beautiful to him

nevertheless, he took you out shopping the next day for maternity clothes

he’d love buying onesies and bringing them home to “show off” to the baby, aka holding the onesie up to your stomach

“just remember that daddy picked this one out for you, not mommy, so this one has to be your favorite, okay?”

“you are gonna be the best dressed baby in town”

he’d also have the room filled with toys

“oh, i just saw it in a store window and thought it’d be perfect”

you actually had to stop him bc you were quickly running out of room

he’d have your hospital bag packed and ready by the door a month and a half before you were due

so when your water broke, this man was READY

he was right next to you the whole time, encouraging you and letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed

so when the baby was finally born, you handed them to him, and he was so, so scared

it all suddenly felt so real

and the baby looked like a perfect combination of the two of you. but they had your eyes. your perfect, loving eyes

he tried to bite back the tears as he gently brushed his finger along the baby’s face

“hey there.. i’m your daddy.. nice to finally meet you, you’ve been giving your mommy lotsa problems these past few months, kiddo.”

he’d kiss their head, still trying to hold back tears. he promised himself that he would be the best goddamn father he could be. better than his deadbeat dad ever could be. your baby would never doubt that they were loved, they’d never wonder where there next meal would come from, and they sure as hell would never be scared of him

postpartum was a bit hard for you, but keigo was there every step of the way. he was a boat in a dark sea, and you knew that you weren’t going through it alone. he got as much time off of work as he could to try and be there for you and the baby, but he still never felt like it was enough

he’d always make sure you knew you were absolutely adored no matter what your brain was telling you, and made sure to take as many of the responsibilities off of you as possible on particularly hard days

not once did you get up at night to feed them or change their diaper. he would always immediately turn the baby monitor off, creeping quietly down the hallway to their room, and would stay with them as long as it took for them to get back to sleep. he was used to having a fucked up sleep schedule, so this was no problem for him

he takes pictures constantly

everyone at work is constantly getting updates on the baby, and you guys started taking monthly family photos, which he rotates out on his desk

you guys know how (unfortunately) a lot of women have to beg their husbands to take care of the baby so they can go shower?

well that’s not you

as soon he gets home, he scoops the baby up, telling you that it’s your time now

“i’ve been gone all day! it’s my turn with the baby, go on, i already started the bath for you” and the bathroom has lit candles, a bath bomb in the warm tub, and one of those little bathtub desk things for a drink and an ipad (yall pls know what i’m talking about 😭)

it’s a constant competition for the baby saying “mama” or “dada” first

one day, the baby just would not. stop. crying. no matter what you guys did, it seems that they would never cease. overstimulated and running out of ideas, keigo strapped a baby wrap to his chest and stuck them in it

“keigo, what are you doing?”

“we’re goin’ for a ride. it always helps me calm down”

“wh- you can’t take the baby flying!”

“they’re my kid, they’ll be fine!”

“oh my god- okay, don’t go too fast, or i swear to god-“

“relax, baby, i got this” he flashed his charming smile at you, and you only sighed

“be back in one piece, okay?”

despite being known as the man who’s too fast for his own good, keigo enjoyed a calm, slow flight. as soon as he hit the air, the baby seemed to immediately stop crying; and as the baby looked up at him with those big, round eyes, keigo realized just how lucky he was to be able to fall in love with those eyes twice in his life

“there ya go kiddo, i knew you just needed some air. just like your dad, hm?”

and he had never felt more proud

[brokebonewritings]

Be Mine, Forever?

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags/ Warnings: 18+, Smut, Fluff, Valentine's Day Special

Summary: Your day is interrupted by an impromptu girl's day. and your night is filled with passion as Matt surprises you for Valentine's Day. You had a surprise for him as well. Song: Here (In Your Arms) - First Dance by Hellogoodbye

Word Count: 4.4K

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The day started normally enough. Of course, Valentine’s day fell on a week day this year so you were stuck at work. You sent Matt a few ‘Good Morning’ and ‘Happy Valentine's Day’ texts, but it's been radio silence from the other end. This was expected though, since he had already informed you that he was going to be in court all day. 

You sit back at your desk, you've been preparing all month for a new exhibit at The Met. The plans that spread across your desk puzzle you as you try to figure out where to place each case and art piece.

As you meticulously arrange the plans for the new exhibit, your mind can't help but wander back to Matt. The silence from him is starting to feel unusual, as he's always been the one to send you sweet messages and surprises on special occasions. But you brush it off, he's never disappointed you.

Just as you're about to finalize the placement of the last art piece, Marci rushes into your office, a mix of urgency and excitement in her eyes. "Hey!"

"How did you get in here?" You respond with a raised eyebrow. "Did my assistant let you in?"

Just as you finish your question Justin, your assistant, rushes in behind her. "I am so sorry. I tried stopping her, but she is so fast in those heels."

"Lawyer walk." Both you and Marci say in unison. 

She turns back to you with a smile plastered on her face. "I need you to come with me for the rest of the day."

"Marci, I can't just leave work in the middle of the day." You cross your arms over your chest.

"Oh yes you can, I already spoke to your boss! So come on." She grabs your coat that's by the door, along with your umbrella. "We got things to do, come on."

You sigh and thank Justin for trying, and invite him to also take the rest of the day off. Which he does happily.

"So what are we even going to do?" You ask. Grabbing your bag, and putting away your belongings.

"Well we're gonna go get ready for our Valentine's Date Nights, duh." She helps you get your coat on, and you both were off. "I just know that Foggy, and Matt are planning something special for us."

You smile at the thought. "Have you heard from Foggy today? I know they had a busy day."

"Not a word. You didn't hear it from me, but apparently their client is very demanding of their time."

"Oh shit, really?" 

You loved the gossip you got from your lawyer friends. Not that it was filled with a ton of details. Client/Lawyer confidentiality and all that.

"Mhm, Needs lots of attention to detail." She says before dragging you into a nail salon. You realize how nice this salon is after looking around. "Hey, wait, I don't think I'm gonna be able to afford this right now. Trying to save up for a new apartment with Matt, remember?"

She laughs before checking the both of you in for the appointment she had already made. "Who said you were paying? It's all on me today, hun."

"Oh my god, no way! I seriously cannot accept this."

"Too late! It's already done, you don't wanna ruin this day for me do you?" She pouts after turning back to you.

You sigh and shake your head. "Thank you, this is incredibly kind of you."

"Don't even mention it. I wanna make sure we both are dolled up!"

You're both called back after about 5 minutes. The salon was nicer than you thought. When you had both settled at the manicure station, they had offered you both a glass of champagne. Who were you not to accept a free glass?

It was truly relaxing, you were glad that Marci got you out of work early. You both spent the next two hours getting your nails prepped for a night out. Usually you don't get long nails since you work with your hands most of the time, but she insisted you get something more elegant. You couldn't refuse since she was the one paying.

Just as the nail technician finished with your right hand, your phone buzzed on the table beside you. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Matt's name flashing on the screen. You quickly picked it up and answered, not wanting it to go to voicemail.

"Hey! Happy Valentine's Day!" You chirp happily. "How is court?"

There was a brief pause before Matt's voice came through, heavy with exhaustion. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart." It's been chaos. I couldn't even find a moment to catch my breath."

You let out a sigh of relief, understanding his predicament. "Then I guess tonight will be a good night to cash in one of those massages I owe you, huh?"

Hearing the low rumble of his chuckle sent chills through your body. "Yeah, guess it will be." He pauses. "I was wondering if you would meet me on the roof tonight, like we used to?"

"Yeah, of course I will." You blush, it has been a while since you both sat on the roof together. "What time do you want me there?"

"8:30. There is room for you to be fashionably late, of course."

You let out a giggle. "Yeah okay, 8:30 then. I'll see you then."

"I love you." He says with a loving sigh.

"I love you too." You respond before hanging up.

"Soooooo," Marci pipes up. "Romantic Dinner?"

The blush was still tinting your face from the conversation. "Yeah, on his rooftop."

"That sounds lovely, very romantic."

As you finish up at the nail salon, Marci insists on taking you to a cafe nearby. She called it a Galentine's Brunch, just the girls. When you both arrived, you were surprised to see that Karen was able to join you. 

"I thought you were in court with Matt, and Fog?"

"Oh no, I told them I wouldn't be in today. Playing hookie." She laughed lightly. "Besides, Im not going to deny Marci a girls brunch. We need it."

As you settled into the cozy booth at the cafe, sipping on your latte, the three of you began catching up on each other's lives. Karen shared stories about her latest investigative assignment, Marci talked about her recent courtroom victories, and you filled them in on the details of the upcoming exhibit at The Met.

Marci nudges you playfully. "Have you thought about what you're going to wear?" she asks with a mischievous smile.

You shake your head, realizing that you've been so caught up in work and the surprise day off that you haven't even considered your outfit. 

"I just figured I would wear what I was wearing right now."

"You're joking." Marci says. "You have to wear something else. Not saying that what you're wearing right now isn't cute, but this is Valentine's Day."

"Yeah you gotta wear something he can undress you with" Karen chimes in with a mischievous smile. "Cause you know he'll love it if you wore something hot."

"Okay, okay. I have been saving a silk dress for a special occasion."

"Silk? I gotta see this." Marci says forcefully.

You pull out your phone and find the dressing room photo you took of the dress in question. It was a lavender colored dress with a cowl neckline. They both stare at the photo then back to you.

"Where have you been hiding that!" Karen says in disbelief.

"In the back of my closet." You respond with a laugh. "I just didn't know how to style it."

"I will simply just have to come over and help you with that." Marci states. 

"And." You pause. "There's matching lingerie."

They both squeal before you change the subject back to Marci and Foggy's plans for the evening.

You stare in the mirror at the dress you had shown Marci, and Karen earlier in the day.They had left about an hour ago to get ready for their own plans. Not without them giving your outfit their seal of approval though. 

Sitting on your bed, you pull on the heels Marci had carefully chosen. This was going to be a good night, but you didn't know why the butterflies in your stomach felt so prominent. You haven't been this nervous since you started dating Matt.

Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that there's nothing to worry about. It's just a rooftop date with the love of your life. You run a hand down the front of your dress, feeling its smooth texture against your skin.

As you do your makeup, you can't help but replay all the beautiful moments you've shared with Matt. From late-night conversations under the stars to stolen kisses on the rooftop, every memory fills you with warmth and love. Tonight is just another chapter in your story together, a celebration of your deep connection.

With your hair styled in loose waves, you stand in front of the full-length mirror and admire the final look. The dress drapes perfectly over your figure, accentuating your best features. You feel confident, more confident than you've felt in years.

You look at the clock on your nightstand, and see that it just hit 8:00. Perfect. You grab your bag and set out walking towards his apartment building.

The city is alive with the energy of Valentine's Day. Lovers walk hand in hand, their laughter and joy filling the air. As you make your way through the bustling streets, you can't help but smile. The anticipation in your heart grows with every step.

Finally, you arrive at Matt's apartment building. Taking a deep breath, you enter and climb the stairs towards the rooftop. The familiar sound of the door creaking open greets you as you step onto the familiar space that holds so many precious memories.

The sun has already set, casting a magical glow over the city skyline. The soft twinkle of lights fills the air, creating an atmosphere that feels straight out of a fairy tale. And there he is, standing near the edge of the rooftop, tall and handsome as ever.

Matt turns as he hears your footsteps approaching. A smile spreads across his face, lighting up his eyes in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. That's when you realize that you're not alone. You turn to see that your friends are there. Not only your friends but also your Aunt May and Peter.

"What is happening right now?" You say with a nervous laugh.

"Sweetheart," You hear him say and you turn back and give him your full attention. "I have been meaning to do this for a while, but I didn't know how to go about it."

"Matt, are you?" You begin before he cuts you off with a kiss.

"Ever since I met you I have been so entranced by you.You've brought so much light and love into my life, and I can't imagine a future without you by my side," Matt says, his voice filled with sincerity. He takes a step back, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a small velvet box. Opening it to reveal a dainty opal ring, he drops to one knee.

You stand there for a moment, wondering if this was actually happening or if you were have a really specific dream.

"Will you marry me?" Matt asks, his voice filled with vulnerability and love.

The world around you seems to fade away as you lock eyes with him, feeling a mixture of excitement and overwhelming joy. The weight of his question hangs in the air, and time seems to stand still.

Tears well up in your eyes as you try to find your voice. This moment feels like a dream, but the warmth in your heart tells you it's all too real. You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question like a beautiful promise.

"Yes," you whisper, barely able to contain your joy. "Yes, Matt, I will marry you."

The rooftop erupts in cheers and he stands and slips the ring onto your finger. You glance around, realizing that they had all conspired together to create this magical moment. Aunt May wipes away a tear of happiness while Peter grins ear to ear. Marci and Karen are practically jumping up and down with excitement, their eyes shining with joy. Foggy is trying to conceal his tears by wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

Embracing Matt tightly, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. This rooftop, once a place of solace and refuge for the two of you, now holds even more significance. It symbolizes the foundation of your future together, a place where love can blossom and dreams can be realized.

Amidst the cheers and laughter, you take a moment to soak in the beauty of this milestone in your relationship. The twinkling lights of the city below seem to dance in celebration, mirroring the joy in your hearts.

"This is so epic, and I got it all on video." Peter says amidst the celebration.

As the cheers die down, Aunt May steps forward, her eyes glistening with tears. "Oh, darling" she says, her voice filled with emotion. "I couldn't be happier for you both. You deserve all the love in the world. Your father would have loved Matt."

"Thanks Aunt May." You say with a tearful smile.

As the rooftop continues to buzz with excitement and congratulations, you and Matt share a tender moment together. He pulls you into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. You feel safe and cherished as you rest your head against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat echoing in your ears.

"I love you so much," Matt murmurs softly, his voice filled with emotion. "And I promise to spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

You look up at him, your eyes filled with adoration. "I love you too, Matt," you reply, your voice filled with sincerity. "And I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

After the shared dinner with all of your friends and family, you all decide it's time to head home to spend the rest of Valentine's Day in the comfort of your homes.

Saying goodbye to everyone, you and Matt clean the roof top and share a few intimate moments with kisses and lingering touches.

On your way back down the stairs, you can feel Matt's presence hovering over you. So you stop for a moment and turn to see what he is doing. As you turn, you feel his hand slide up your jaw as he pushes you against the wall. You gasp as he presses himself against you, one hand around your neck and the other sitting on your waist.

"Ive been waiting all day to be alone with you." He growls into your ear before kissing you roughly.

Your heart races as his lips claim yours, a hunger and desire that electrifies your senses. The intensity of his touch against the coolness of the wall sends shivers down your spine.

His hands explore every inch of your body, igniting a fire within you that only he can quench. The urgency and longing in his kisses leave you breathless.

With each touch, each caress, the connection between you deepens. Your bodies move together in perfect harmony, driven by a love that transcends words.

As he pulls away, you feel dizzy with the intensity of his attack. "We need to get back to your apartment." You state.

"Oh do we?" He questions. "I have no problem ravishing you right here in this stairwell."

You huff, as you stare at his smirking face. "I would actually love for you to ruin this dress, but in the comfort of our bed."

"Our bed?" 

"Yes, our bed." You smirk as you push his hands away and begin to walk back to his apartment.

He follows closely behind you, his eyes never leaving your body. The desire he has for you is palpable, and it fuels you as well. As you pass each door, you can't help but imagine what would happen behind your own.

Approaching his door, you grab the keys from his hand and begin to unlock the door.

"I promise, I'll ruin that dress, right here," he whispers in your ear, causing you to shiver.

You hear the click of it unlocking as you turn to him, "Well, Mr. Devil. Ruin the dress then." you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

As the door creaks open, the sound echoes throughout the hallway, the anticipation in the air is palpable. Together, you step inside and kick the door shut behind you. He pins you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body like a man possessed.

He seems desperate to claim you, to conquer every inch of you. You're aching for him too, the want and need between you undeniable. You need his touch, his kiss, his warmth. You're completely vulnerable to him, ready to give yourself to him in every way.

His lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands holding your neck as your fingers dig into his shirt. You break the kiss, both of you panting heavily, your hearts pounding in sync. 

"I love you so much," you whisper, your voice shaking with emotion.

"And I love you more," Matt replies, his voice filled with warmth and devotion.

With that his hands grip the top of your dress and he pulls, ripping the dress down the front. You moan at the intensity of the moment. He really did ruin the dress.

You're left in the lingerie you had on underneath as the dress drops to the floor. He takes a moment before feeling up your sides and realizes what you have on.

"Oh you dirty girl." He groans. "You wanted this to happen tonight, didn't you?"

You smile, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "Maybe I did"

"Well, I'm not complaining." He says slowly. "You have no idea how hard this is making me."

"I think I have some idea." You say as you lift your knee, feeling his erection already straining under the fabric of his pants.

His hand maneuvers down to pull your lingerie to the side, revealing your most intimate parts. "I'm going to make you scream, baby."

With that, he lifts you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom. The moment you step into the room, he drops you onto the bed and crawls on top of you.

"I want you so bad," he growls into your mouth. You feel his erection pressing into your thigh, and you're more than ready for him.

He breaks the kiss and starts to unbutton his shirt, you lay back watching as he undresses himself. What a sight it was, he could have been a Greek god.

Once he's stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you again, his hand traveling down your body, tracing patterns on your skin as he does. His fingers run along the edge of your underwear and you shudder at the sensation.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and slowly pulls them down, revealing your naked body to him. He leans down and begins to kiss your inner thigh, nuzzling into the most inner part.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, his thumbs brushing against your waist.

Before you can respond, his tongue swipes up against your core. You gasp at the sudden electricity of the situation. He repeats the motion, his tongue swirling around your clit in slow, steady circles. Your hips start to rise in response, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer. You arch your back, moaning softly.

Matt responds with a gentle growl, his fingers still moving against your waist, caressing your skin. He reaches down and slowly pushes two fingers inside you, drawing out a loud moan.

His other hand moves to your breast, gently squeezing and kneading it. You mewl, your body trembling with need. His tongue continues to dance around your most sensitive flesh, and you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, Matt," you moan, "I need you inside me."

He stops his ministrations, lifting his head towards you. "Not yet," he says, standing up and helping you off the bed. "I want to make you beg for it."

He leads you over to a table by the window, bending you over it. The cool glass feels amazing against your naked skin, as you're exposed to the room with your legs spread apart.

Matt positions himself behind you after dropping his boxers. You can feel his erection pressing against your ass, precum leaking out. You know he's ready for it.

"You're going to make me come so hard," you whisper.

He rubs his tip against your entrance, teasing you, making you crave him even more. Sliding his cock between your folds. You push back against him for any sort of friction.

A loud crack echoes through the apartment. His hand lingers, massaging the area he just spanked. "You need to be a good girl for me. Or else the next one will be a lot harder. Do you understand?"

You nod, pleasure spread across your face as you lean against the table. 

"Good girl, sweetheart. Such a good listener."

Beginning to slide against you once again, you hold back every instinct to push back against him. With every teasing thrust, you feel electrified, your desire for him only growing. He knows what he's doing to you, and he loves every moment.

He slowly begins to tease your hole as you stand there whimpering. Pushing the head inside you, and quickly taking it out.

"Please, Matt, fuck me," you plead. "I can't take it anymore."

He pulls away, a devious grin on his face. "Not yet," he says, kissing the side of your face.

He picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down, spreading your legs wide apart and kneeling between them.

"I need you to beg. Okay, sweetheart?" He says and you nod.

He slips two fingers into you, pumping and curling to find your sweet spot. You cry out in pleasure as he hits you right where it feels good. 

"Please, oh god, Matt" You moan loudly. "I'm going to come, please I need you in me."

That must have been enough for him. With a low growl, Matt plunges into you, filling you up to the hilt. He thrusts deep inside you in one swift motion, the bed frame creaking under the force of his passion.

He pulls out almost immediately, leaving you emptiness. "Please," you beg, wanting more.

He chuckles softly, teasing you by running his cockhead up and down your slit. "Patience, sweetheart. I want this to last."

He thrusts back into you, moving slowly, savoring every moment. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

The way his cock pulsed inside of you was almost too much to bear. He began to pick up the pace, each thrust harder than the last.

You let out a loud, trembling moan, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you. 

"I love you," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

"I love you too," you choke out, the emotions taking over you.

He picks up his pace, driving into you harder and faster, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Your body responds in kind, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

"I'm going to come," you gasp, your voice breaking as your orgasm starts to build.

Matt's thumb found your sensitive clit, sending you soaring towards the edge. "Come for me, baby." he growls.

You let out a wail, your nails digging into his back as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your inner walls clenched around him, milking him as you shook uncontrollably.

He continued to thrust into you, driving you further over the edge. Your orgasm seemed to go on forever, your body writhing beneath him in pure ecstasy.

Finally, he slides out of you, leaving your inner walls quivering. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close as your heartbeats sync.

You lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your intense lovemaking.

"My ass hurts." You after taking a deep breath. He begins to chuckle as you giggle. 

"Sorry, too much?"

"Not at all."

"Good" He says as he pulls you closer and peppers your face with kisses.

As you lay there entwined in each other's arms, your skin still flushed and sweaty, you can't help but smile. This was more than just sex; it was a powerful expression of love and intimacy.

Matt pulls away and smiles, a look of pure contentment on his face. "I just can't get enough of you." 

You giggle and wrap your arms around him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"Can we talk about the fact that we're engaged now?"

"I've been planning it for the last 2 weeks with Foggy, Peter, and your Aunt May."

"There is no way that Peter kept a secret for that long. How did you even manage that."

"You can thank your aunt for that one. She basically grounded him from texting you."

This made you both laugh. "You know, I'm gonna have to get used to being called Mrs. Murdock."

A smile spreads across his face, "I'm already getting used to it."

As he pulls you in for another kiss, you can't help but feel a rush of emotion. This man. This strong, protective, and passionate man, is now your fiancé. The thought brings a smile to your face, and you wrap your arms around him even tighter.

"I can't wait to see what the future holds for us," you whisper.

He pulls away slightly, a gentle smile on his face. "The future is ours, my love. And I promise to love and cherish you, always."

"Though I do have one complaint."

"And what is that?" He raises an eyebrow.

"You never asked me to be your valentine."

Chuckling, he pulls your hips closer before whispering in your ear. "Be Mine, Forever?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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ELLIE WITH A SWEET DUMB OBLIVIOUS GIRLFRIEND!!! ELLIE WITH A SWEET DUMB OBLIVIOUS GI- [GUNSHOTS]

ellie with an oblivious girlfriend

there’s nobody else in the world you feel safer with than ellie

she’s your protector and she always looks out for you

and thank god she does

one of the things ellie loves most about you is how genuinely sweet and thoughtful you are

you think of others first, you’re reassuring and kind, you’re a very giving person

however, you can also be ditzy and forgetful, which ellie finds endearing but it also puts her on extra alert constantly

you’ll wake up earlier than her to cook breakfast for both you of you, and by the time she walks in, you’ll be setting out the finished product on the dining table

she walks in with a sleepy “mornin’ babe” and a yawn, and as she sees the breakfast set-up you’ve made, she begins to smile

but before she can praise you, she smells something weird from the kitchen and immediately bounds in to find you’ve forgotten to turn the stove off

thankfully it was just an empty pan on top of it and the burner was on a lower setting

you rush in after her as she turns the dial to “off” and you immediately start to apologize tearfully

“oh fuck, el, i’m so sorry, i can’t believe i keep fucking doing that. i didn’t mean it, baby—”

ellie interrupts you by pulling you into an embrace and kissing your forehead

“hey, hey, it’s okay. no harm done. don’t freak out.”

you let her peck you on the lips before she continues

“we’ll work on it, okay? can’t have you burning the place down. but i’m not mad, alright?”

she places another kiss on your forehead as you whisper a soft “okay”

“now, i’m pretty hungry,” she continues. “whatever you made smells really fucking good. let’s go eat, alright?”

your forgetfulness applies to misplacing things too

whether it’s your keys or your favourite pair of shoes, it’s not uncommon for something to go missing

in the game’s universe, ellie will be knocking on your door ten minutes before you both have to go for a morning patrol

you were supposed to meet up with her for breakfast at the tipsy bison earlier but you never showed

she hears you go, "one second!!" followed by the sound of things being thrown around

ellie's concerned, so she lets herself in where she's greeted by you ransacking your house

"uhh, babe?" she says and you turn to her with an overwhelmed look on your face

"oh! i'm so sorry el, i know i'm running so late. i just can't find my favourite pistol anywhere, and you know i can't leave jackson without it, i—"

you keep rambling and only stop when ellie unzips her backpack and pulls out the exact pistol you've been searching for all morning

you squeal and say, "OH MY GOD, BABE, WHERE DID YOU—"

she chuckles and hands it to you, saying, "you left it in shimmer's saddle yesterday, remember?"

you place the gun down on the table and lunge to give her a hug

"thankyouthankyouthankyou, what would i do without you?" you say

she gives you a quick kiss before going, "go get ready, silly girl. jesse's gonna kill us if we're late."

while you're in the other room quickly getting dressed, she's straightening the room up and putting things back where they belong

in a modern au, you'll be just as forgetful

it'll be a saturday and you're asleep in her arms and you're woken up by her alarm going off way too early

she reaches over to turn it off and you expect her to turn back to snuggle you but instead, she gets up from bed and draws the blinds to let the morning sunlight in

you groan and lift the blanket over your face

"ellieeeee, whyyyyy"

she chuckles and makes her way over to your side of the bed and pulls the blanket down

"wakey wakey, eggs and bakey" she says, giving you a morning kiss

"no eggs and bakey, it is still night-night time" you whine. "close the blinds, baby"

ellie strokes your cheek and says, "gotta get up, pretty girl. you got therapy this morning."

you kiss the hand that she's stroking your cheek with and say, "no, therapy's tomorrow"

"nope, today, baby." ellie flashes her phone at you to show her calendar app which says your therapy appointment starts in an hour

you groan again and say, "can i skip it today and you come back to bed and cuddle me?"

ellie attacks your neck with kisses and says, "tempting, but still gotta go, baby. i'll cuddle you when we get back, okay?"

you pout, hoping it'll convince ellie

but she's pulling your sleepy ass out of bed two seconds later

you're someone who sees the good in others

which ellie admires you for, but unfortunately means that people will take advantage

the worst is when people start hitting on you

whether it’s a man or a woman, ellie gets territorial regardless

she does react differently though, depending on who’s trying to flirt with her girl

with men, there’s a cockiness to her, knowing that you could unintentionally get their hopes up with your sweet and pleasant demeanor, but in the end? they’d have no chance

but with women? ellie is 10x more possessive

she trusts you and knows that you’re not actually flirting; you’re naturally friendly and affectionate

but she doesn’t like when she sees the way other women look you up and down, drinking you in with a hungry expression on their faces

in the game’s universe, you’ll be at the tipsy bison one night with ellie, dina, and jesse

you all share a table together, and when the bottle of alcohol you’d all been sharing runs low, you volunteer to get another from the bar

you expect maria to be who serves you, but instead it’s a guy your age who you’d seen around town but don’t interact with often

as you walk up to the bar, he spots you and flashes a huge smile

“hey pretty, lady,” he says. “what can i get for you?”

you smile back, not catching the obvious flirting in his greeting

ellie’s eyes were on you since you left the table

usually, she just enjoys being able to look at you every second she has just so she can admire your presence

but this time, it was to suspiciously squint at you and the barman you were currently conversing with

you were giving him an innocent smile, one that she fell in love with so long ago

but the way he looked at you like something he’d like to devour? she muttered a quiet “be right back” to dina and jesse before appearing at your side

you’re laughing politely at something the guy is saying when ellie surprises you by wrapping her arms around your waist

“yeah, i’m—oh! el, you scared me!” you giggle as she pulls you close

she gives you a quick smile before staring at the barman straight on with an intimidating glare

he regards the way ellie’s holding you before he meets ellie's angry green eyes

"everything good here, babe?" she asks you pointedly

"yeah! just grabbing a bottle for us. is everything okay? did you guys need something else?" you ask her

"nah, just missed you." she replies, giving you a kiss on the cheek

the barman, who was taking his time getting you a fresh bottle, quickly assesses the situation and guesses correctly that ellie is not someone to be fucked with

he hands you the bottle but ellie grabs it instead

"thanks, man" she says cooly

she leads you back to dina and jesse, but not before she gives the barman one last smug look

in a modern au, you'll be waiting for ellie to pick you up from the train station to take you home after you'd visited some friends

as you wait in the kiss-and-ride area, some sleazeball approaches you and starts up a conversation

you're too nice to say no and you just assume it's just someone trying to make conversation

ellie eventually pulls up and finds you chatting with the stranger

you see her car and wave and immediately grab your bags

"oh, my girlfriend is here! have a nice day!" you say

"oh man," the sleazeball says. "leaving already? can i at least get a hug?"

"oh, uh—" you begin, but he's mostly there already and you concede to give him a half-hearted hug with one arm

you make your way to ellie's car and get into the passenger's seat, greeting her happily and hurling your bags into the backseat

"who was that?" ellie asks after she greets you back

"who?"

"that guy you just hugged."

"oh, i don't know. just some guy who came up to me a few minutes ago and started chatting. he asked for a goodbye hug." you respond, shrugging

"babe," ellie sighs. "you can't just—you can't just let random guys touch you like that."

"he was just being friendly, el!"

"trust me, baby," she says, glaring at the man who was still staring at you from where he was. "he wasn't."

before you can respond, ellie kisses you passionately and you melt instantly

she kisses you because she misses you, but she also wants this strange man to see that you were unavailable and unattainable

as she pulls away, you're flustered at your girlfriend's boldness

you giggle nervously, not noticing as she glowers at the sleazeball who's now scowling

she drives away as she places her hand on your thigh like usual, pleased with herself and making a mental note to make sure to be ten minutes early to pick you up from anywhere from now on

in the game's universe, you'll be coming home from patrol with a new girl that maria had asked you to train

you were assigned to a fairly easy and tame route that day and maria thought that you'd be a good teacher for this newcomer

this newcomer was very friendly and very bold, and when she'd been told she was assigned to patrol with you that day, she was excited and made plans to ask you out afterwards

she'd seen you during her first couple of weeks in jackson and she'd been itching for a chance to chat you up

you hadn't noticed her much prior to your patrol with her, but ellie did

she noticed her the day that she arrived because the second the new girl laid her eyes on you, ellie could tell she liked what she saw

when you'd told her you were training her, ellie said nothing about the very obvious crush this newcomer had on you

ellie trusted you, but that didn't stop her from worrying

she'd made dina come back from their patrol earlier than usual so she could be there when you'd come back from yours (which earned her an annoyed but playful eye-roll from dina)

ellie was brushing shimmer's mane when you came into the stables with your horse along with the new girl

she frowned when she looked up to see the new girl eagerly helping you down from your horse

you gave the girl a smile and a thank you before spotting ellie waiting for you

your smile widened when you saw her and you practically jumped on her to give her a hug

"hi, baby! you're back from patrol already?" you ask as you pull away slightly to look at her better

"yeah, not much action on mine and dina's route," ellie lied. "missed you, pretty girl."

"you saw me this morning, dummy." you chuckle

"and i missed you," ellie reiterated. "can't help it."

you give her a loving smooch, which ellie gladly reciprocates and takes a step further as she lifts you up and swings you around

she smiles at your giggles and your noncommital whines to put you down, smirking internally about putting on a show in front of the new girl

the new girl who looked at the scene, defeated and irritated, and who you also had completely forgotten about

in a modern au, you'll be visiting a lesbian bar with ellie

you both needed to unwind and you were both slowly getting tipsier by the second

she excuses herself to the bathroom for a few minutes, but not before giving you a quick kiss and a promise to return quickly

she's not gone for five minutes before she returns and finds that some other girl is leaning on her barstool and chatting you up

she could tell that you were being friendly and sweet as always, but the other girl's body language told a different story

the girl has left by the time she makes it back to where you were sitting

your face lights up like it always does when you see her

"scoring some dates?" ellie jokes, even if she's seething internally

"oh, just someone being nice, that's all" you reply

"uh huh," ellie says as she takes her seat, handing your purse back to you that you'd placed on top of her stool to avoid someone taking it

"el, not everyone is out here looking to sleep with me." you say to her, pushing a stray hair behind her ear

"really?" she says before lifting the napkin her drink was sitting on to reveal a piece of paper with a number scribbled over it

you look at it for a second and say, "that doesn't mean she was hitting on me!"

ellie rolls her eyes and says, "you are far too beautiful to not get hit on when we're in a lesbian bar"

"lesbians need friends too, el" you reply

ellie pulls out the piece of paper from underneath the napkin and lifts it up to your eye level, revealing the girl's phone number and a note that said "call me xx" right underneath it

you stare at it for a second before saying, "do you think i should call her?"

you laugh as ellie rolls her eyes at you and playfully gets up to leave

"i'm kidding, baby, i'm kidding!" you snicker, gripping ellie's tattooed arm and pulling her back down to her stool. "come back here, silly."

"you sure it's me and not your new girlfriend that you want to sit here with you?" ellie taunts

"is this new girlfriend gonna take care of me better than you do?" you ask, pulling ellie close to you by her collar

"probably not" she says, staring at your lips

"that's what i thought." you say before you lean in and kiss her so intensely that she completely forgets all about that other girl within seconds

author's notes:

sorry for taking a bit to respond to this! hope this is what you meant hehe

oops sorry for going off on this dslkfjsfds

enjoy the header pic of ellie here cause i took that myself in photo mode in my own playthrough of tlou2 a few days ago hehe

also the forgetfulness part is me being inspired by myself because i have adhd and i’m annoyingly forgetful oops

also that kiss-and-ride one was something that happened to me years ago when i was waiting for my gf to pick me up from the station one time lmao

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Hey! I'm very awkward when it comes to requesting stuff but I'm shooting my idea and if you decide to write it, awesome, if not, I'll still adore you and your work. Anyway, what about a reader that's always been kinda there and around but Eddie never noticed her. Maybe she lives in the trailer park as well and one day Wayne orders Eddie to help out neighbors with something and Eddie gets surprised by her existence or something...

I dunno, I just like the "falling for someone who was already there all the time" trope...

Thanks xx

author’s note: this has full fic potential and i love it, but enjoy what little drabble my brain could handle. <3

cw: sfw, neighbors/meet-cutes, set in 86, reader and eddie run in different circles, wayne is such a dad he can’t help it, this isn’t really fluffy exactly, but it’s very sweet

word count: 2k

Living near the Munson’s had always been, for a better lack of words, eventful. You move in six years prior, the world being ushered into a new era of the 80s, a quaint but rundown neighborhood that looked normal, and a new school to throw yourself into, again—your parents were also never really home.

So, as a result, you’d learn to care for yourself. It wasn’t their fault—things were tough, money needed to be made, and you were at the perfect age to manage keeping yourself alive and fed, regardless if it was done in a justifiable or acceptable manner. And the neighbors were nice—most of them, at least.

You’d learned pretty quickly that it was a place for the older residents of Hawkins, men and women in their late 50s alongside a couple small families—a young woman with a small toddler, another family of four, and right next door; an older gentleman and his son.

You never spoke to him, not once. Wayne, the older man in question, only finally spoke to you when he caught you outside on an early morning taking out the trash, parents having already left for the day.

He worked nights, so he had just come home from a very long shift, a cigarette perched upon his lips. He was nice, polite—but obviously exhausted.

“You alright, kid?” He asks suddenly, though his voice is calm.

He wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you were almost always on your own, driveway empty of cars or even a bike, leaving you chasing down the bus or walking to school most mornings.

You shrug honestly, offering a small smile.

“I’m managing.” You tell him, meaning it. “Thanks for asking.”

After that, it becomes a regular thing. Wayne checks up on you when he can, quick and fleeting conversations in the early mornings when the sun is just starting to come up.

You learn that his son isn’t actually his son, rather his nephew. He’s a couple years older then, trudging his way through the beginnings of a tumultuous freshman year—and you don’t see him often, only by coincidence in the halls where he doesn’t even glance your way.

He’s awkward, tall and lanky, hair in the weird stage of being too long and too short all at once—he’s probably growing it out, you think. It’s a wild next of curls that is nothing a brush couldn’t fix, but it didn’t seem like he owned one. Eddie, that is.

Wayne calls him Edward when he’s mad, coming home too late, being loud when he’s so desperately trying to sleep—you can hear all of it, the walls of your trailer are so thin that nothing is safe.

And life is busy; those six years pass in a breeze, but things are still the same. You’ve never spoken a word to Eddie, your parents are still gone most of the time, if not more now that you’re of age, and Wayne still looks as tired as before, though less buried under the weight of scourging for cash.

Eddie must have some type of job, or something—and he’s extremely loud, always playing with his guitar on the weekends when he’s home, amp placed under the bedroom window adjacent to yours. It’s not like you can really complain, it’s broad daylight, most people are out living their lives, but you’re stuck at home.

He can sing, you’ll give him that. So, it’s not all bad.

He drives too, a clunky piece of junk as Wayne calls it, but to Eddie, it’s his beloved. Wayne almost offers to ask Eddie if he’ll give you lifts to school, but you’re adamant in your refusal.

“I like walking, it’s fine.” You assure him. “I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“Boy’s like my son, he’ll do it if I ask.” Wayne says, eyes flicking up toward Eddie’s bedroom, his shadow crossing the window. “You two would get along, you know.”

“I dunno,” You disagree, “we don’t exactly run in similar crowds.”

Wayne makes a noise, a small huff of acknowledgment.

“He’s struggling,” Wayne admits, “on his third try at graduating and I’m starting to think it’d be easier to pull him out and help him get his GED.”

You knew that much—Eddie should’ve graduated already, yet he was still stuck at the same lunch table for those following years, preaching to young minds of the susceptible D&D nerds.

“Maybe—“ You agree, but Wayne quickly cuts you off.

“Hey, you’re smart,” Wayne assumes, but he’s seen the textbooks you’ve brought home, levels above the classes Eddie takes, “got good grades?”

“Mostly A’s,” You admit, “m’trying to get into a good college and AP classes look good on paper.”

Wayne thinks for a moment, falling silent as he flicks the ashes away from his cigarette, “Think you can do me a solid?”

And Wayne’s never steered you wrong, even offering you dinner when your parents forget to buy groceries for the week, making sure your belly is just as full as his. He constantly grumbles about how careless you parents were, similar to Eddie’s—you never pried on that matter, feeling like it was none of your business.

“I can try.”

“How do you feel about tutoring Eddie?” He asks curiously, “He’s a good kid, I swear—he just can’t focus for shit.”

“I…don’t know.” You reply wearily, “I don’t think he wants to take that stuff seriously—“

“He does, he does,” Wayne insists, “it’s hard for him to learn in that type of setting, I think he needs the one on one. I understand if you don’t want to, I just think it might be worth tryin’.”

Wayne senses your hesitance.

“I’m sorry for asking, you don’t have to—“

“I will,” You respond quickly, not harping on it any longer, “I mean, I can.”

And maybe this was the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, but you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try.

You knock on the trailer door a couple days later, in the earlier hours on a Saturday morning, a book clutched to your chest and a tired smile on your face—but when the door opens, you’re not met with the same expression.

If anything, it’s surprise that’s riddling his face.

Wayne must not have said anything, which is just as mortifying.

“Who—“ Eddie stops himself, eyeing you carefully, “are you—don’t I have a class with you?”

You nod slowly, “Econ, yeah.”

“How do you know where I live?” Eddie asks, though he doesn’t sound offended, more amused if anything. “Did Dustin put you up to this?”

Henderson was a little shit, you knew that much—but you’d never spoken a word to him either.

“Eddie,” He’s just as shocked you know his name, eyes raking over your carefully, “I live next door.”

Eddie’s brows furrow, door cleaning open to peek at the trailer beside him, gaze quickly flicking back toward you. And suddenly it’s all clicking in his head, though slowly.

“You must be the reason I have to make an extra plate of dinner, right?” Eddie asks with a soft smile.

Whatever earlier assumptions you had about him dissipated into nothing, melted by the grin on his face and the subtle dimple in his cheek.

“It’s not my doing—Wayne worries about me.” You tell him, hoping he’ll understand. “Food’s good though, better than what I could make.”

Eddie widens the door silently, without question really, allowing you to step inside. It’s as barren as it is cluttered, random knick knacks on the shelves, counters, but devoid of trash.

“Wait, holy shit—you’re friend’s with Buckley, aren’t you?”

It’s startling, but you nod. You were—also in band with her, along with a long list of extracurriculars—why that one stood out the most to him, you’d never understand. You weren’t even aware Eddie knew you existed.

“Sort of,” You land on, “We’ve got a lot of classes together.”

And as if you weren’t already taken off-guard, Eddie speaks again.

“You play…trumpet?” He asks, snapping his fingers in celebration when you nod. “And piano?”

“How do you—no one knows that.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, genuinely confused, “I saw you playing a couple months ago—I was on the way to Hellfire and you were by yourself, I thought you were practicing for something—“

“You watched me play?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re really fuckin’ good.” Eddie admits, “It’s not really my style but I love music, so—“

And he’s mentally beating himself up over not recognizing you sooner, feeling like a complete ass.

“Well, I don’t know if Wayne told you, but he asked me to help tutor you.” You explain, “I get it you want to kick me out, I’m just trying to do good by your uncle, you know?”

Eddie shrugs carelessly, “We can try, but I’m not promising it’ll help.”

“Are you sure you have the time?” You ask, knowing his weekends were usually occupied by something a lot more distracting and loud. “No guitar practice today?”

Eddie snorts at that, “Shit, yeah—I’m sorry about that.”

“I’ve listened to it for six years, I’m used to it.”

Eddie gawks at that, feeling even worse.

“Hey, it’s fine—I wouldn’t notice me either.”

He smiles slightly, “It’s not that.”

You plead with him silently, following him to the small table tucked in the corner of his trailer, two chairs on either side.

“Kinda thought you were a ghost, honestly—“ Eddie admits, “or just like, figment of my imagination.”

You scrunch your nose in confusion, taking a seat across from him.

“I swear I’ve never seen you around here—that’s mostly my fault, I’m not home often.” Eddie tells you, “but I remembered your face when I’d see you at school, didn’t know your name—I mean, I still don’t but—“

You snort softly, offering him your name with a quiet interjection. He nods knowingly, grin growing wider.

“I feel like an asshole for not realizing you’ve been my neighbor for that long—Wayne always talked about you, kind of in passing, but I never thought anything of it.”

“I’m not offended, Eddie.” You tell him, hoping he’d understand.

And it’s not that Eddie didn’t remember your face, he just couldn’t believe it was real, that you were real. He could’ve sworn you didn’t exist at all, like he’s been making you up in his mind.

“Can we make a deal?” Eddie asks suddenly.

“Depends.” You counter, smile pulling at your face.

“If this works, will you teach me some stuff on the piano?”

Eddie was the definition of never judging someone at first glance, his interesting style contrasting his personality in the best ways. He’s always came off as dark, pensive, similar to his uncle in the way he always had a cigarette between his lips or a scowl on his face.

“If this works—sure.” You agree with ease.

“God, I feel like a total ass.” Eddie admits, slamming his fist against the table softly, “Six years, are you sure?”

“It’s not for lack of trying, Eddie.” You tell him, “If I wanted to be noticed you would’ve known. I’m really good at blending in, unfortunately.”

It still doesn’t change how he feels.

“Besides, you never realize how much people reveal about themselves when they don’t know you’re around.” You add shyly, eyes connecting with him briefly.

Eddie laughs slightly, leaning forward to flip the textbook open.

“We can circle back to that,” Eddie teases, “I won’t forget.”

There’s not a day that passes following where Eddie hasn’t wedged himself into your existence, determined to discover everything that he’s missed out on.

And it’s startling how much you like him, the fact of him being right out of reach for so long—it’s bittersweet.

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Come For You (Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader)

gonna split this into two parts, first one just fluff and some angst and second one smut. Both can be read independently from one another.

Note: not a native speaker so I apologise for mistakes. Would love feedback :)

PART 1

Summary: You called Colter to help find your stalker but end up getting kidnapped by him and needing to be saved by Colter. At the end of the night you end up in his trailer.

Trigger Warnings: kidnapping, blood, wounds, knife, gun, slight swearing, stalking

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You and Colter have known each other for a few months now. You met when he was doing a job in a small town, which you had visited to do some research for a book. You were an author and a sucker for a good story and mystery. He was asking questions at a coffee shop you were writing at, and you got curious about the case he was working. You worked the case with him since you were good at putting things together and had the advantages of a woman to get information from dumb men. After the job was done you hooked up and went your separate ways. However, every now and then you crossed paths in different towns, where he was working some job, and you were giving readings. Part of that was also that you met Reenie and you two became good friends, staying in contact, texting, and talking on the phone.

Colter was focused on the road ahead of him, he wanted to get most of the distance done for the night so he could start working the case the next day. A missing teenage boy in his father’s Ferrari, with a payout of $60000. He rubbed his eyes. His phone ringing came in at the right moment, lifting his spirits a little when he saw your name on the screen. He swiped to answer.

“Y/N, what can I help you with?” he asked with a smirk. Maybe Reenie told you where he was headed. He wouldn’t be complaining if he got to see you.

“Hey Colter, I’m sorry, I know it’s late” your voice came from the other end of the line. You were pacing in your apartment, wearing your pyjama.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m still on the road so, what’s up?” he reassured you.

“I need your help” you replied. Colter set the indicator and pulled the car with the silver airstream over. You sounded serious and if you needed his help, he wouldn’t lose a moment by driving in the wrong direction.

“What’s wrong? Where are you?” he said.

“I’m home right now, but I’m thinking about going to a hotel” you replied. “I have a stalker, and I need you to find him, so I can get him arrested” you explained further running a hand through your hair. Colter put in your home address into the cars navigation system and pulled the car around.

“Look, I’ll pay you, okay?” you continued unaware that he was already heading your way.

“Y/N it’s fine, I’m on my way, I’ll be there in about six hours” he said glancing at the time indicated by the navigation system. This wasn’t what he was expecting the call to be about, but even though he didn’t like to admit it, he was happy to hear your voice and see you again. A sigh of relief left your lips. The police had been utterly unhelpful with this. Colter was your last hope.

This was three days ago. Colter had arrived early the next morning and had come straight to your apartment. He had looked exhausted, just like you. Both of you had not slept. You told him about your stalker. How it started out with DM’s you hadn’t even noticed at first. Then little notes left in the bookstores you were doing readings at but then they were left at your car and finally at your apartment. They seemed harmless at first, but they had become more frequent and with notes saying he would come by and show you what you were missing if you continued to ignore him. Finally, a dead rat was left on your doorstep. The heart was cut out. But the police couldn’t figure out who it was and only told you to leave town.

With Bobby’s help Colter put a name to your stalker in a day, Thomas Smith, very original. They couldn’t find him right away though. And now you were tied to a chair in some basement. Your phone had been left by the side of the road somewhere. Your stalker had hit you on the head with something and then drugged you. You had trouble keeping your eyes open. He was mumbling to himself. You saw a knife reflecting the dim light in the room. Panic rose in your chest.

“What are you doing?” you whispered.

“If I can’t have you, no one can” he hissed looking at you. He then walked over swiftly and pressed the knife to your chest, which was heaving up and down in panic. You could feel the cold metal on your skin.

“And if I can’t win your heart, I’ll just take it” he spat. Tears rose in your eyes. You were too weak to move or fight against the restraints. Blood drew from the spot he was pressing the knife into, and he cut a long wound right above your boob. A short scream escaped your lips before he pressed his hand on your mouth. He slapped your cheek. It was long enough though to tell Colter, who was clearing the house above you, where you were. The door burst from his hinges. In relief you closed your eye.

“You better step the f*ck away from her” Colters voice was husky. He seemed even broader than usual and his gaze was full of anger.

“Or what?” your perpetrator asked, standing in front of you, shielding you from Colters view.

“Or you’re gonna regret it” Colters jaw was clenched. Your breathing was still heavy, the blood from the cut was soaking your shirt. Colter put his gun away. He was ready to hurt this guy with his hands, making him regret ever putting hands on you. You didn’t know what happened but suddenly Colter was by your side. The creep on the ground.

“Are you okay?” his voice and gaze had softened. You nodded weakly.

“Let’s look at this” he said, taking a look at the wound on your chest. “You’re gonna need stitches.”

“Watch out” you said, your voice betraying you by not being able to warn him louder. But Colter quickly turned around and a loud bang followed by a thump had your stalked on the floor, bleeding from a hole in his chest. Colter’s breath was heavy.

“Police and ambulance are on the way” Colter breathed out and loosened your restraints, taking you in his arms. You could smell his scent before passing out.

After waking up in a hospital bed and staying for a few hours for observation, Reenie who had been worried sick, was taking you home.

“Did Colter already leave town?” you asked her.

“No, he wanted to be there when you woke up, but he had to give his statement to the police” Reenie explained. “I’m sure he’ll meet us at your apartment.” You nodded. You hoped so.

“Y/N, he was worried sick when we couldn’t locate you.”

“He was?”

“I’ve never seen him like this. He carried you out of that house and didn’t leave your side until this morning.” she continued. You rubbed your temples. You still had a headache.

“He’d do that for every one of us” you said, trying to play it down.

“No, Y/N, not like this! Yes, he would be worried, but he was… this was different. He was terrified something would happen to you.”

You bit your lip thinking. How was this different? Yes, he had come when you called and saved your life, but he would have done the same for Reenie, Bobby, Teddi, Velma and maybe even Billie. Yes, you had hooked up a few times and sometimes you wished he would stay longer, but you would never ask him to. You both were living on the road. You preferred writing all over the place, you found it inspiring. You found him inspiring.

“I don’t know Reenie” you sighed as she pulled up into the parking spot in front of your apartment building. Colter’s car was parked in the parking lot, and he was leaning on the hood, walking towards you as he saw you pull in. You couldn’t help but smile at his handsome face. He seemed relieved to see you smile. He had a cut on his lip. Your stalker must have gotten a punch in. You got out of the car and Reenie went to get your bag out of the trunk.

“Hey” you said with a crooked smile. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“Hey” he mumbled into your hair then letting you go, his hand remaining on the small of your back.

“I’m really sorry, darling but I have to get to the office” Reenie said giving you a hug and dumping your bag on Colter. “I trust you will bring her up safely” she added looking at Colter with a raised brow.

“Will do Reenie, see you” he smirked. You thanked Reenie and she drove off. Colter followed you up to your apartment and put your bag inside once you had unlocked the door for him. He stood in your living room awkwardly, his hands in his pockets.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Colter nodded, not looking into your eyes.

“Thank you” you said, offering him a warm smile, “for saving my life, you know.”

“Anytime” he replied, meeting your gaze. You could look into his eyes for hours.

“I’m glad you’re okay” he added and walked towards the door.

“You’re leaving already?” you asked, your heart aching a little.

“Yeah, that case I was on my way to when you called, they still haven’t found the boy” he explained. You nodded.

“Good luck then.” Once again you knew it would make no sense to ask him to stay. He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. He wanted to stay longer. He wanted to make sure you were okay. He wished he could ask you to come with him.

“Get some rest, okay?” he said instead and gave you a last hug. He wished he could hold on a little longer but that might have made him change his mind about leaving already.

“I’ll see you when I see you” he added with a smile and let go, walking down the stairs and disappearing. You sighed and closed the door. You went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. You undressed, inspecting the wound that pervert had caused. You winced a little at your reflection. You looked like a mess, not exactly how you wanted Colter to see you.

“Do you think Colter already left?” you asked Reenie on the phone. An hour had gone by since he had left your apartment. You had dozed off for half an hour after showering but couldn’t stop thinking about Colter. Like Reenie said it was different with you.

“Probably not, why?” she asked.

“I need to see him” you said, rummaging through the hospital bag.

“For what?” Reenie asked and you could hear the flirt in her voice.

“Why is a man’s hoodie jacket in my bag?” you inquired, confused at the piece of clothing you had found.

“Oh, it’s Colters, he put in on you in the basement, since apparently you were only wearing a bra” Reenie explained.

“Oh, for god’s sake” you sighed in embarrassment.

“It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before” Reenie chuckled.

“Context Reenie, it matters” you groaned in annoyance. You couldn’t help but notice that the jacket smelled of Colter and breathed in his scent.

Colter had just come out of the shower; the hot steam filled the trailer. He put on a pair of sweatpants. He would pack up and then leave. On his way over to his trailer, Velma had called, telling him the job he wanted to get to was done. Police had found both, the teenager and the Ferrari. However, they were looking for another job for him. He hated leaving you like this. He hated to admit that he felt a jab every time he left you behind and it pulled at his heart not to see you or hear your voice in weeks. Because it wasn’t the same with other women. He tracked your book tour appointments just to see if you were close by, but it was over now, so there was no chance of running into you at random cities.

Colter squinted as headlights lit up the trailer. “What the f*ck?” he mumbled, confused as to who was driving up to his camp site. He grabbed his gun. The car outside came to a halt and the lights turned off. He opened the door, trying to see a face in the dark.

“Put that down” he heard your voice and your footsteps coming closer. He smirked slightly.

“I thought I told you to rest” he replied, stepping back in the trailer to let you in. You took the few steps inside but hesitated for a moment when you saw he was shirtless and just had a towel hanging over his shoulder, which he was now using to ruffle his hair dry. As soon as you stepped in your body was overcome with warmth and the same scent his hoodie smelled of.

“I’ve never been very good at resting” you smirked. You noticed a stitched up cut on the side of his stomach. Your perpetrator must have not only gotten a punch in.

“You got stitches?” you asked, you hated that he got hurt while saving your ass.

“Was just a scratch” he replied looking down at it. “It was my fault really, I was distracted, should have taken him out the first chance I had.” Colter saw that you were still looking worried. He also noticed that you were wearing his jacket he had left you with and even though he didn’t want to, it made his heart beat a bit faster. He liked the thought of you wearing his clothes. He cleared his throat, distracting himself from his thoughts about you and making you look up into his face.

“So, what can I do for you?” he asked, looking at you gently and grabbed a shirt from the bed. You followed his movements with your eyes.

“You’re not gonna need that” you said firmly and finally closed the distance between you, pressing your lips on his, taking the shirt out of his hand in the same movement and buried your other hand in his hair. Colter might have been surprised at first but then immediately kissed you back. His hand pulled you closer by your waist. He breathed in your familiar scent, and it instantly made all his worries disappear. There was only you in this moment.

To be continued in PART 2

[ashdreams2023]

Hey, how are you doing? Do you think you could do some headcanons of Loki about how would his morning routine and night routine be like with a Reader, from already thank you very much!

I’m good honey and of course!

Everyday routine with Loki

He’s not an early bird like Thor but he also doesn’t oversleep, so he wakes up around 8:30 or 9:00 early enough to have breakfast

Takes around 30 minutes in the bathroom to freshen up and apply his skincare because let’s be real he cares

I feel like it depends if you’re one to make breakfast then he would make the table if he’s the one making breakfast you’re kinda just standing there looking pretty

Not the biggest talker in the morning but when he has his tea he starts asking you about your plans for the day

Usually stays in his pjs until like 11 then takes a nice bath and changes to his outside clothes

If you two have plans together he makes sure you’re ready on time, because he doesn’t like being late to things

Likes going on walks in the park with you, also pets every cat he encounters

You have a rule whenever you’re out he pays, no matter what

You may pay for takeout at home but outside you better sit your pretty ass done and enjoy the spoiling

If you have a job, he spends most of the day reading and taking care of his plants, but there is many occasions where you would come home to angry neighbors

He acts all innocent every time too

"You can’t just blow up the neighbors pool!"

"She was using a rude tone with me!"

You two cuddle after you come home from work and it’s his favorite time of the day

Lunch is late most days and sometimes you two just snack away until dinner

By evening he’s back to his comfortable pjs, also he wears those fluffy Cookie Monster slippers around the house

If he goes and does errands know that you will come back home to something new and unnecessarily bought 

And somehow he always has space for this stuff

"I can’t do this anymore!"

"Oh come on! It was on sale too"

"We don’t need a waffle maker!"

"But it has Mickey Mouse on it!"

Honestly you just give up, at least he uses them

After dinner and long conversations about your day he cleans up and reads a little more then finds something else to busy himself with until bed time

He sleeps on the left side of the bed and always cold so he’s always reaching for you during the night for warmth

[natti-ice]

Secret Time- Remus Lupin.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Summary: Remus and Y/N's perfect date gets ruined by his big secret

Warnings: written in third person (she/her pronouns) (1.3k words)

Author’s note: this is a reupload, I wrote this a while ago!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

A plaid red and white blanket laid across the grass, Y/N is sat tossing grapes into the mouth of her boyfriend Remus. The sun had started to set, small candles magically lit around the blanket provided light for the young couple.

Ever since they met, Remus would do anything for her. She had been friends with the Marauders all through school, her friendship was always stronger with Remus. 

There was just something so comforting being around him. He would listen to her when she talked about her problems no matter how small they were. She could feel how pure his love was, sometimes he would get angry but he had it controlled most of the time. He never lashed out at her but he was irritable sometimes. She figured he was just stressed about school.

During their fifth year, their relationship had blossomed into something more. Y/N had asked Remus to help her study for the O.W.L. exams, which he was more than happy to do so. His soft spot for her had only grown over time. He knew she had a crush on him very early on, but he didn't mind it. By the time fourth year came around, He realized that his feelings for her were more than platonic. Their "studying" consisted of reading about something educational for an hour, and goofing off until the late hours of the night. One day Remus finally asked her on a proper date, since it was very evident they liked each other.

They had become the happiest couple at the school. They were truly happy together.

Admiring his girlfriend in the dim light as she watched the night sky appear, he thought about how lucky he was to have her. She was everything he could want in a Woman and more. He daydreamed about his future with her. She spoke, bringing him back into reality

"The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?"

He looked up to see for himself, A full moon. "shit" he mumbled to himself

"Yeah, it really is" he replied, freaking out on the inside. Abruptly he stood up, he had to get out of there fast. "Y/N I'm so sorry but I just remembered I have a thing." "I'm truly sorry" he swore as he ran off toward a bunch of trees

Y/N didn't know what to say, she sat there confused. Remus had never done that to her, ever. She thought about the events before he ran off, Maybe I said something, she thought.

She waited and waited to see if he would come back. After an hour, it was apparent, He's not coming back. She cleaned up their picnic, she knew there was no use in wasting any more time waiting.

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The next morning she woke up feeling sluggish. She stayed up thinking about all the reasons Remus would have runoff. The whole 'I have a thing' was obviously a lie, and not a very good one either. She brushed it off as best she could and started her day. 

It was Saturday, she didn't have any plans so she mindlessly wandered around the castle. Passing by all of the couples who finally got to see each other after a long week, she feared something had shifted in her relationship.

No that's ridiculous, nothing is wrong, she told herself. She needed to find Remus to sort out this confusion.

Strolling through a mostly empty corridor, she heard whispering coming from the intersecting hallway. Footsteps getting louder as she got further. A group of boys turned down her hallway, going the opposite way.

It was her friends, the Marauders. When they saw her, the whispers stopped. 

"Hi guys" She greeted, making them stop

"Hey Y/N what's going on" James asked trying not to make it obvious they were just talking about her.

"Nothing much, have you guys seen Remus today?" She noticed he wasn't with them like he usually was

"Nope haven't seen him" Sirius said scratching the back of his head as if he had no clue of what was going on

"Right." She said, not believing a word "Last night he ran off on our date said he had something to do, any clue what he was talking about?"

"No, but uh we'll let you know if we see him" James sent her a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, I'll see you guys later then" she said walking off turning down the hallway they just came from

They waited till she was out of sight to head to their destination. The hospital wing. 

The boys pushed open the double doors, looking for their friend. Remus was on the far side of the room, sleeping off the events of the night before. They gathered around his bed waiting for him to wake.

"Do you think he'll tell Y/N?" Peter asked after some time

"I hope so, she doesn't deserve to be in the dark" Sirius said

"We'll tell him she was looking for him when he gets up" James added

Last night wasn't as bad as others, he looked all banged up but he's been through worse. Small cuts spread across his chest, bigger cuts wrapped in bandages on his arms. He stirred in the bed, his eyes fluttering open.

"Alright there mate?" Sirius said gently

Remus nodded slightly sitting up in the bed "How long was I out?" he asked

"Not long, few hours" James told him

"Oh my god, I ditched Y/N last night" he said aloud running a hand down his face

"Yeah, she told us" peter nodded 

"Did you guys say anything to her, you know about this?" he asked pointing to the scratches on his body

"Of course not, it's not our place to tell" Sirius spoke for his friends

"Thank you truly, I have to tell her I just don't know how" he admitted "What if she thinks I'm a freak and breaks up with me?" Panic building in his chest

"Hey man this is Y/N we're talking about, that girl has loved you since the day she met you." James started

"James is right, you'd have to do something absolutely crazy to chase her away" Peter smiled

"Plus she already knows you're a freak anyway, this ain't nothing" Sirius chimed in, trying to cheer his best friend up

Remus laughed, he knew they were right but he still was afraid.  "Okay I'll tell her, but right now I'm starving"

The boys helped their friend out of bed, he got dressed in the clothes from the night before. Thanking madam Pomfrey for helping him, Remus and his friends head out the door going to the great hall.

-

After lunch Remus went looking for Y/N, he needed to explain what happened. Searching throughout the campus for his girlfriend, he couldn't find her in her usual spots. The library, the common room, the courtyard, she wasn't there.

Giving up, he went back to the spot of their date. Walking onto the grass listening to the sound of the wind blowing on the warm spring day. He sat down in the area where he and Y/N had enjoyed themselves until things went south. Playing with the grass, rambling feet came from behind him.

"So you came back" She spoke, sitting next to the tall boy "You look like hell"

"Y/N" he sighed with relief "I was looking for you, I wanted to talk about yesterday. I really want to explain myself, if you'll let me" Remus said looking into her eyes.

She didn't respond, allowing him to proceed.

"I've been keeping something from you, a part of myself that I don't like. When I was a little boy, I was attacked by a werewolf and now every month I suffer the consequences of someone else's actions." He waited to see if her demeanor would change, it didn't

"I didn't tell you because I was afraid you would think less of me, that I was a monster-"

"Hey, Remus look at me. I would never think you were a monster. You are the most important person in my life, nothing could ever change that." she grabbed his hand, rubbing her thumb up and down his. "Thank you for telling me, I know it must've been difficult" she gently smiled

With his free hand, he brought it up to her cheek, cradling her face "I love you, Y/N" he whispered

"I love you too" 

Remus leaned down, connecting their lips in a sweet but passionate kiss. Her hands traveled to his hair deepening the kiss.

 A weight had been lifted off his shoulders, his secret was finally out.

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Daryl Dixon x Reader x Rosita Espinosa • She/Her Pronouns • They’re best friends…and you are theirs. • NSFW - Oral (F Receiving) / Hickeys / Biting / Face Riding / Missionary / Grinding / Fingering • TW: Canon Violence Mentioned / Injuries / Scars

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It was nice…

No longer having to worry about Negan and the Saviors. The group along with the many communities they’ve become close with through the troubling times can finally thrive and work together. To make everyone feel safe…

Daryl couldn’t help the smile that would grace his face as he finally felt a moment’s peace. Especially with the help of his human ray of sunshine. She was perfect. Didn’t push him to his breaking point, but still never left when they both knew deep down he needed her. She’d always patch him up after their more hairy runs with walkers. Lay with him and listen to every word that comes out of him with this loving and invested gaze that draws him in. She’ll look at him the same even when no words leaves his lips. She made him feel so cared for during all the chaos, even before and after. She was there.

His sunshine was perfect

But he wasn’t the only one to have a special someone.

Rosita has her querida, her love. She never thought she could love anyone after Abraham or as much as she did before he ruined it. Then came this woman that has been in her life for some time and shook her. Showing her that she can love with reasonable hesitation and that she would never hurt her the way the past did. Her smile always brightened the room and she knew just the right words to get a laugh out of her. The way she held Rosita close at night, running her fingers through her hair calming every nerve from the day just by protectively holding her close.

Her querida was everything.

….

But everyone knew their partners as Y/F/N Y/L/N. A literal human ray of sunshine and always knowing the right words to say to anybody. She is the most optimistic person you’ll ever meet, and the realist. Even happy people have bad days and she’s not afraid to express how she’s feeling.

Everyone knew Daryl, Y/N, and Rosita were this unspoken trio that went on runs together and got shit done faster since they work the best together. Little did everyone else know that Y/N was seeing the both of them, romantically.

It wasn’t kept from either of them. No offense to the archer and the warrior but they can be jealous of things important to them. While Y/N was more of “who could only love one person” type without all the mess that can be a misconception or fact for some people of said type.

When they had gotten used to it, Daryl had said out loud once during their run that if he had to share Y/N with, he wouldn’t want anybody else other than Rosita. And she couldn’t agree more. They each have their boundaries and all live in the same house at Alexandria, with their own rooms. Some nights Y/N will be with Rosita, other nights with Daryl, and sometimes she’s by herself. There will always be time for alone time. Again, no one really knows even if Y/N is an open affectionate person while Daryl is not and Rosita prefers privacy…but if someone had to bring it up, it wouldn’t be addressed with hostility.

Love whoever the fuck you want (within reason of course)

Packing has always been stressful. The old world made it a hundred times worse but in the apocalypse, one has to make sure they’ve got everything. Flashlight, knife, first aid, canteen…depends on the trip one would go on. In this case, Y/N was packing to head over to the Sanctuary and at a very late hour so that she’d have the morning with Daryl before she helps around then ultimately head back to Alexandria.

“Hey, mi amor” Rosita smiles leaning against the door frame as Y/N shot her a smile while she finished up. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you over there? I don’t mind one bit”

“I know you don’t. But you promised Rick you’d join him on the early run tomorrow morning. You need your sleep”

“Always so worried about lil ol me” Rosita laughs bringing herself into the room, wrapping her arms around her waist bringing her close. “I just want you to take the truck and not your bike. You’re not the smoothest biker”

Y/N tried to contain her laugh to an insult directed toward her as she turned around to hold her girl close.

“I’ll be safe. And if I eat shit, we both know Daryl will find me in minutes”

“I sure hope so or I’m going to have to kick his ass” Rosita smirks as the look on her face told Y/N for sure that she wasn’t lying. She will kill the man if shit happens.

With a quick kiss from her querida, Rosita let her finally leave before the light in the sky completely went out. Y/N started up her bike with her pack on her back as she had a helmet to ease both their anxieties. She gave her a quick sign of ‘I love you’ before heading through the gates once Eugene opened them for her.

The ride to the Sanctuary felt faster now compared to times before. Probably because they had to take the longer route to go unnoticed. Now it’s slowly becoming a community with Daryl’s help, which was a whole can of worms when he first told Y/N about it. The man would do anything for his brother, even risk his PTSD.

Daryl heard the knock on his door while he was drawing out farming plans for the Sanctuary. He waited a moment until he heard the familiar rhythmic knock that was a code for the two when they used to sneak around during the time they lived under the Grimes’s roof. He got up from his seat and went to open the door, instantly smiling to find his partner as she returned with her radiant smile.

“Hey sunshine” He continued to bear his smile letting Y/N in and closing the door behind her when his smile faded noticing the bit of a limp. “Did yea take another spill?”

“What? No!” Y/N lied setting her helmet down on the counter of the kitchenette along with her pack.

“Then why are yea wearing fresh pants?” Daryl crosses his arms leaning against the door waiting for her to admit it herself as all he received was a scoff to begin with.

She next went into her pack pulling out the torn jeans as she didn’t see the pothole on the way in and only ended up with road rash. Thankfully. Daryl helped her out of the pants she was wearing to cover up the fact as he went slow to avoid the open wound already sticking to the pants to cause more discomfort. As Y/N situated herself on the bed, Daryl tossed her pants on his chair before getting his first aid and cleaning it up then applying a bandage.

“Gotta get yea a new bike. Or force yea to take a car next time”

“Not my fault the pothole tends to win every fight”

“Mm. Can’t argue with that” Daryl finishes with the bandages and putting everything away. “She’s gonna kill yea”

“Mm. But if I tell her that you’re not as mad, she’ll direct her anger toward you” Y/N smiles as she brought her knees to her chest watching him roll his eyes fighting back a small smile. “Can I take the truck back?”

“Please, do.” Daryl exhaled a lot of the stress that built up from such, bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed as Y/N uncurls herself to crawl on her knees to bring her beside him. “I’m glad you’re here though”

“You should come home soon. I’m slowly but getting there with my convincing to Rick. There are some trustworthy people here that could watch the place”

“Or get rid of it entirely” He frowns bringing his head to rest on her shoulder as she instantly kisses the top of his head.

The two went to bed shortly after getting ready for such and making sure she was settled as Daryl found himself comfortably laying on Y/N with his head on her chest after. He hums softly feeling her fingers run through his hair enjoying the feeling. He could lay there for hours and he did until he naturally shifted to be beside Y/N, bringing her into his embrace holding her protectively.

The Sanctuary didn’t get much natural light in their rooms as they were like solitary confinement. But the rooms still had that basement size window that gave just enough natural light to fill the room.

Y/N felt the warmth from the light hit her face but there was more happening as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks. A breathy choked off moan escaped her lips feeling his nose brush against her clit while his tongue lapped at her sweetness between her folds. Guess he had other plans in mind this morning. She felt her core build up as she instinctively bucked against his face when she felt the cord snap.

“Fuck…” Y/N moans, getting comfortable once again in the bed as Daryl brought himself out from under the covers releasing her panties back into place after pulling them aside just enough to enjoy his “breakfast”. “That better not be it, my love”

“Mmm…‘course not, sunshine” He smirks bringing his lips to hers as she could taste herself on his lips letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth while his hands worked to completely remove her panties.

Once he did such, Daryl positioned himself in between her legs as he only parted from kissing her to catch his breath. Y/N brought her legs around him pulling him into her core as he got the hint starting to grind into her while he attached his lips to her neck.

“Dar…please” Y/N moans feeling the cord tighten as she wanted more than just the friction with his boxers.

“So polite” Daryl chuckles against her neck sucking on the spot to leave a hickey. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want, sunshine”

“God!” She moans feeling his dominant hand squeeze her breast through her shirt. “Please. For the love of god, fuck me!”

Daryl chuckles once more, pulling his lips away from her skin admiring the mark. “Okay sunshine. Rid yourself of your shirt while I get a condom” he pulls away entirely getting out of the bed, taking his boxers off as Y/N got a bit distracted staring at his naked form…tracing his image with her eyes admiring every scar and freckle she could see.

As Y/N started to get her shirt off, Daryl climbed back into the bed pulling her by the legs the second she got her shirt off…her core instantly meeting his dick as she lays back watching him align himself at her entrance glancing up at her every inch he pushes in.

“Fuck me…” Y/N moans hitting her head back against the pillow as Daryl smirks bringing his arms on both sides of her head reconnecting their lips while he started a slow pace.

As he gradually got faster with his thrust, he couldn’t help his own moans from escaping…especially when he hit the right spot that practically got Y/N screaming when his lips weren’t on hers. She held onto his shoulders being carefully not to dig her nails in, not like he’d mind. But as she felt the cord tighten again and Daryl felt her walls clench around him, they were both close.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Daryl groans, picking up the pace and going a bit rougher the closer he got.

“Daryl. Please. Fuck!” She moans feeling him slam into her as she gripped onto his shoulder blades when the cord snapped and her walls clenched tightly around him.

That drew a low moan from his chest as he reached his climax spilling his seed into the condom. He lays on top of her a moment to catch his breath while Y/N didn’t mind him laying on her as she gently caresses his back listening to him sigh contently.

“Should we get started with the day or…?”

“Mmm it can wait a few minutes”

More like an hour. The two took a shower to clean up before getting started with the farming plots Daryl drew up. Y/N took one of his shirts hostage and let him re-bandage her leg before going to get some ex-Saviors to help.

Once the day was finished, Y/N tossed her pack in the bed of the truck before approaching Daryl with a smile and kissing him goodbye. But he held her close for a little while longer.

“Don’t cause too much trouble, or imma have to come back”

“Maybe I want you back”

“Soon, sunshine” Daryl smiles giving her one more kiss. “Soon”

And with that Y/N made her way back to Alexandria, waving at Gabriel when he opened the gate for her. She parked in front of the house and was instantly met with Rosita’s warm embrace. Y/N tightened her arms around her hiding her face in the crook of her neck as Rosita rubs circles on her back.

“He knows mi amor. I know he does” Rosita frowns wishing Daryl would get the hint that her visiting him at the Sanctuary was a bit triggering. Given what they both been through during the war. Then there’s Rick who made the mistake of having him watch the place. “Come on, I can cheer you up”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N parts from her, her smile returning as it brought warmth to Rosita’s heart as she couldn’t help but kiss her partner before leading her inside.

While Y/N went to put her things away and get undressed, right before she got into something more comfortable Rosita approached her from behind wrapping her arms around her naked form pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

“How about we take a shower? We’ve both worked hard today…a nice hot shower sounds nice right about now”

“The only hot thing about such is going to be us. When’s the last time we had hot water?”

“Hmm. I’m not entirely sure. But you’re very right about the hot thing” Rosita smirks kissing her shoulder then her neck while moving her hair aside to continue kissing her exposed skin. “I’m all ready for you, sweetheart”

“Hmm…that shower will have to wait” Y/N sighs relaxing against her touch as her hands moved from her hips to her breasts gently groping form behind until she wanted to see all of her. Making Rosita suddenly spin Y/N and shoving her onto the bed. “Eager aren’t we, my love?”

“I missed you”

“I’m right here, Rose” Y/N quickly sat up taking her face into her hands crashing her lips onto hers as Rosita pulls her to the edge of the bed by the hips keeping her hands there. The two continued to make out then and there until Y/N parted smirking at her love. “Sit on my face”

“You have a way with your words” Rosita laughs gripping her hips softly as Y/N rolls her eyes keeping her smirk.

“I’m forward is what you’re looking for and I know what I’m craving” Y/N smirks kissing her once more before laying back and bringing her entire self on the bed waiting for Rosita to eventually climb on top of her. “I don’t bite”

“I know that” She scoffs followed by a smile. “I don’t want to crush you”

“Oh trust me, that’s a hell of a way to die” Y/N smirks as Rosita smacks her shoulder. “But I promise I’ll tap out if I get too high on your body. Trust me though, I can never get enough of your gorgeous self”

Rosita felt the heat rise in her cheeks but a cute little touch was the blush that met her shoulders that Y/N could never get enough of when she gets her blushing. Rosita carefully positioned herself above Y/N’s face as she wanted to go slow lowering herself but when she felt her partner’s hands find purchase on her hips…she’s getting pulled down.

The initial contact caused a gasp to escape her but it quickly turned into a moan once Y/N brought her tongue through her folds. She was slow at first with her tongue as her nose occasionally brushes her clit. With the way they were in the bed, Rosita couldn’t hold onto the headboard but she did lean forward against the wall. The side of her bed was up against the wall in the corner. So as she leaned forward she felt Y/N’s hands grip onto her hips to keep her in place but scooted down a bit so that she could continue to eat her out and start her licking and sucking on her clit. Rosita bites down on her lip to contain the moans escaping her, ultimately failing when she felt her release one of her hands bringing her index and middle to start fingering her while sucking on her clit. The cord was tightening and she tried to keep herself from climaxing too quickly but the way her slender fingers brushed against that spot made it difficult to keep it together.

When Rosita felt Y/N tap her, she couldn’t help the whine that escaped her when she didn’t reach that snap. But she was immediately tossed onto the bed and Y/N brought herself back in between her legs looking at her woman with a smile on her face before bringing herself back down to her core and returning her lips to her core.

“Oh fuck!” Rosita moans arching her back feeling one of her hands reach up to grope her breast as the other started to finger her again.

The way her fingers thrust at the same pace she lapped at her clit, the cord snapped and boy did it. Rosita gripped onto the bedsheets arching her back moaning louder than before as she reached climaxed. Her back falls back onto the bed as she panted watching through hooded lids, Y/N pull her face away sucking her sweetness off her fingers and brushing what’s wet on her lips on the back of her hand.

“Holy shit…”

“Felt good, baby?”

“Always” Rosita exhales happily as Y/N brought herself leaning over her body pressing her lips against her lips. “Fuck…how could yea tire me out before I could do anything?”

“I wanted to take care of my girl, and I ain’t done. Imma start a bath for you and of course I’ll join you” She smiles kissing her once more before climbing out of the bed as Rosita watched her naked form approach the bathroom.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Don’t know, but I’m glad I have you”

[kassade]

You and I

Call sign: Ace

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x f!reader

TW: shirtless Hangman, fluff, kissing

W/C: 1066

Sum: you, Hangman, Phoenix and Bob are all in school, and are working on a project together.

"ah, come on!" you exclaim. "What?" Hangman asks. You're sitting on the same couch as him, with Bob and Phoenix on the couch in front of you. Hangman looks at your computer screen, "oh come on... really Ace, that's what you've been doing for the past half hour" he asks. You lean your head back, it was last class of the day and you couldn't wait to go to the bar tonight. You started rubbing your temples, since your headache was getting worse, "you okay?" Phoenix asks you. "Yeah fine, just can't wait to get this project over with." You answer.

The next day your headache is even worse, you're again sitting on the couches with the three other people. "Are you sure you're okay?" Bob asks concerned. "yeah, yeah I'm fine I just have a headache" you answer fighting the urge to not lay down fully on the couch. You lean your head into your hand, hoping that that might help, but it doesn't, your head keeps slipping off. Until you feel Hangman's hand on the side of your head, pushing your head up to lean on his shoulder. And you almost instantly feel better, it was weird, you'd seen Jake Hangman boss around all these girls at various bars, but with you he was so gentle, almost. Your group had continued working for a couple more hours, the project had to be perfect.

You and Phoenix had gotten a lot closer since the beginning, so it wasn't unusual that you'd stay a night at her place once in a while. And she was more than happy to lend you her spare bedroom, as long as you gave her some drama. "So what's going on with you? Why do you keep having headaches?" she asks while making some tea for the both of you later that evening. "I don't know, I guess I'm stressed about the project and haven't been sleeping very well" you answer.

Your group has to do an examination, Phoenix and Bob were the ones doing most of that, while you and Hangman were left to do the research. This continued for the next couple of weeks. You and Hangman had gotten close, not extremely but you'd spent a lot of time together and every time you were studying late or super early Hangman would bring you coffee. He somehow knew your exact order, and to this day you're still not sure how.

"Okay, we should be done in about an hour, are you guys almost done?" Phoenix asks you. "I still have a few questions that needs answering and then I'm gonna do a deep dive, just to make sure i've got everything." you answer not looking up from your computer.

"Everyone, pack your things school is closing, you can come here again tomorrow at 8. First presentation is at 9.30 be prepared for everything!" your teacher yells through the library. And slowly everyone starts packing. "Hey uhm, Phoe, can stay at your place tonight" you ask, and she shakes her head, "no sorry, my sister's coming to visit, why? Can't you just stay at your apartment?" "My neighbor's doing renovations so I won't be able to concentrate." you say, not knowing what to do now. "You can stay at my place if you want, I have an extra bedroom, and I'm just gonna study anyway" Hangman chimes in.

Once you get to Hangman's house, you study for hours. You and Hangman only talk together to quiz each other, other than that you were quiet.

"2 am" you say mostly to yourself but Hangman hears, "huh" he says looking up at the clock. The two of you decide to order a pizza, within 30 minutes of the pizza getting to his house it was gone. Since it was almost 3 am Hangman told you that you could borrow his guest bedroom.

The next morning you wake up to grunting, while you put on your own clothes you think to yourself, "ok, hangman might have game, but not so much that he can pick up a girl at 3 am without even leaving his house. Right?". You had borrowed a t-shirt from Hangman so that you didn't have to sleep in your jeans and tank top.

Walking out to the living room, you see Hangman doing push-ups, shirtless, after standing in the doorway for a little just enjoying the show, you can see him starting to get up, so you start moving again. "Like what you see?" he asked, you just walked past him and into the kitchen, to look for food, "don't you have anything eatable, you can eat in this house?" you ask jokingly as you look through various cabinets. "Haha very funny, and no I have everything I need" after a little pause of the two of you just looking at each other he clears his throat, "um, I'm, I'm gonna go take a shower" he says leaving you in the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes, Hangman comes back into the kitchen, in just a towel. This time it's his turn to stand in the doorway and stare at you, you were sitting on his kitchen island scrolling Tik-Toks, "Can I help you, Seresin?" "no, no, it's just, it makes me happy seeing how natural you look here." and with that he left.

You started pacing back and forth in the kitchen. While you debated whether or not to go after him. But you eventually ended up walking up to his bedroom door, it was closed so you started rethinking but before you could change your mind, you went in. Somehow he was still shirtless, but this time in only boxers and not a towel, you walked past him and laid down on his bed. "Hi," he said while putting on cologne. "Did you mean that?" you ask but before he can answer you're continuing, " 'Cause I like you, i think, and then you said that and it made me think that maybe you like me too, but I don't know and you know maybe you're just being friendly and" he stopped you before you could say anything else. He kissed you and quickly pulled away after you stopped talking, "I like you, and I think you came in here because you like me too?" he asked, and you answered by kissing him again, this time more passionately.

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

SWORDVAN HCS??? PLS I LOVW. SWORFDVAN

Swordvan Headcanons!

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Is this considered a rare pair? I'm down. It's actually really cute.

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Sniper first caught feelings for Demo after they shared a drink after a match. They had done this a million times before, but this time, it was just different. Demo's laugh, smile, and stories left Sniper's head spinning by the end of the night.

Demo knew from the moment he watched Sniper blow an enemies brains across the field. He glanced up to the vantage point, bot realizing they were so close, and locked eyes with Sniper, who gave him a nod and a wink. Demo nodded back and went back to the fight, but he couldn't get the picture out of his mind the rest of the day.

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DEMO KNITS FOR SNIPER!!! I actually think that Demo knitted all the mercs something special for their birthdays at least once. If Demo is knitting something as a confession, he's making something insanely detailed and personal. If they're dating, then he's making the cheesiest, purposefully ugliest and silliest sweaters and scarves and focing him to wear them. Sniper is convinced very quickly because even if the gifts are ugly or silly, they have a charm, and Sniper genuinely appreciates all of them.

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They don't have a lot of nicknames for each other, but they tend to call each other bastard or fucker in the most endearing way. Occasionally, though, you could hear them calling each other love. Sniper has called Demo his starlight when he feels sweeter. Most of the time, cusses of various degrees are terms of endearments for each other.

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They love to go on long drives together. They leave during the evening and come back early in the morning. They talk for hours on these trips and never have a particular reason for going, a place to go, or a want to get back. They just enjoy each other's company. Demo has nightmares, and Sniper has insomnia, so neither have a desire to sleep most nights so the drives distract from the exhaustion.

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They cuddle a lot!!!! When they aren't (or can't be) driving, they stay in Snipers van to get away from the other mercs, so they find themselves just laying together, sleeping, and just being content in each others arms (I actually think all the mercs are insanely touch starved, all of them are like this ngl 😭)

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Sniper is a stoner 100% Demo is totally okay getting high as fuck with him, they het super giggly and silly together while high as a kite. They get super sentimental and soft during the times they're high too.

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Sniper and Demo's depression for depression goes hard! They both underrated each other deeply and end up having very serious conversations late at night about life and how hard its been for them so far.

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Not a lot, but hey, I think it's cute! I hope all my swordvan pals like this. Sorry if it's not great 💖

New posts soon!

[yeahiamjustalittleguy]

Ask and you'll receive!!

Can I get some headcannons or a scenario with any hermits you want where the Reader owns a little Diner, kinda like your basic 80's-90's aesthetic?

Have a good one :]]

Multiple little blurb mode activated. Also I am at my parents place for a bit and my laptop has a few broken keys so I am unresponsible for any spelling mistakes :[

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Grian:

It was super early in the morning, having basically just opened up the store moments earlier when Grian came in. Usually, you knew him to be more of a late riser, but it was nice to see him. Especially since seeing a very tired and cute Grian was not something you got to see very often, despite him basically coming to your diner every day for breakfast. Walking over to him, a bright smile on your face, he gave you a small smile despite clearly being too tired for it. Still, you appreciated the efforts.

“Late night, Grian? The usual?” You asked, and he nodded, planting his head on his hand as he watched you working behind the counter. Honestly, you couldn’t say it wasn’t flattering how you could feel his eyes following along as you moved about the kitchen working on his breakfast. It struck you that he had probably been up all night, cause if it had really been a late night for him he would just still be asleep. Finishing up making his plate, you placed it on the counter in front of him. Having no one else in the diner at the time, most of the hermits (except Bdubs) were probably still asleep, you stood opposite him. 

“Why are you still awake, Grian?” You asked, curious as to what he might have been doing all night that had kept him up. It was something that had never happened before, to be honest. Grian really liked his sleep. He swallowed a piece of his pancake before speaking. “I had to do some work, and I didn’t want to wake up too late because then I couldn’t come see you.” He explained, munching away again. You laughed, and flicked his forehead softly.

It did make you blush, though. “You don’t have to come here to see me, Grian. You’re always welcome with me.”

“Yeah, but I like your uniform.” He said, letting a comfortable silence befall you.

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XisumaVoid:

It’s late, middle of the night when he comes around. You’ve already closed up the diner, but you’re trying to get everything done for the day tomorrow. You’d wiped down the tables and counters, and cleaned most of the kitchen at this point. When he softly put his fingers to the glass outside, knocking very lightly so as to not give you a scare, you had been sweeping the floors. You hurriedly put down the broom against the counter, wiping your hands down on your apron before unlocking the door to your diner. Xisuma stepped through, hiding one hand behind his back and when you noticed you raised an eyebrow at him, nodding towards his arms. There was a goofy smile painted on his face. “What’s all this, then?” you asked.

“Nothing, I just thought I’d check in on my favourite person.” He says, feigning ignorance and innocence. You squinted up at him, letting him know you see through him. You lunge for his arm, wanting to peel it from behind his back to look at what he is trying to hide from you, but he quickly steps back to avoid your arm. “Hey! Show me what you’ve got.” You demand from him, starting to walk towards him again. He pivots, still keeping whatever he has hidden behind him, away from your line of sight as he sprints to the other side of the counter.

Caught off guard at his moment, you make an effort to follow behind him. But he’s placed whatever he was holding behind the counter, and making his way to meet you he stops you from making your way behind the counter by grabbing you by the waist and pushing you back. You whine. “Sumaaa, I want to know what you have.” He laughs as you push against him, still shoving you back lightly. A thought pops into your head, and you stop trying to get away from him, instead leaning against him and looking up at him with big open eyes. “Is it something for me?” You ask. His mouth turns up in a very soft smile.

“Why would I get you something?” He then asks, putting a piece of hair behind your ear. You make a sad face up at him and he just laughs at you, and then hearing him laugh you can’t help but also burst into laughter. Having him caught off guard too you push him to the side, releasing his grip on you and making a dash for the other side of the counter. Laying there is a small bouquet of wildflowers. You grab them, pulling them to your chest. “Oh, Suma! These are for me right?” You ask excitedly, and he lets out a sigh at his jig being up. 

“Of course they’re for you.” He says, and you smell them, smiling to yourself, ready to close up shop and go home with Xisuma. 

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ZombieCleo:

It had been a very busy day at the diner, the day only now starting to wind down. Basically every hermit under the sun had visited the diner today, Doc even having visited twice just because he couldn’t be arsed to make or get any food of his own. You didn’t mind, in the end, it just meant more diamonds to spend for you. But it was odd, having so many people pop around all day. Not once had the diner been empty. And now, as the day was settling in, and the sun was setting, you felt the exhaustion take over. If one more hermit came through those doors you would lose your mind. 

Just as the thought crossed your mind, the little bell attached to the door rang, signaling that someone had entered the small diner. You were still open, so you couldn’t just turn around and scream at whoever just entered, but the thought did cross your mind. So when you turned around and saw Cleo a giant sigh of relief escaped your lips. She noticed, and let a giggle slip as well. “Rough day, then?” She asked, and you nodded, letting your shoulders slouch. You started explaining how every hermit under the sun had paid you a visit. She seemed to get more and more nervous during your walkthrough of how your day went, and you knew something was up. So you just asked what was on her mind.

“Well, it’s my fault they all came through. I let it slip that I was going to come ask you something today and I guess they all wanted to be there. I don’t know where they got the idea I’d do it with them all there, but they’re nosy.” She explained, scratching the back of her head and looking away as to not let your eyes meet. She was clearly nervous about whatever she wanted to talk to you about. “Well, I don’t mind. You can ask me now.” You said, fiddling with the end of your frilly apron. You and Cleo had always danced around each other, and even if you did want her to ask you out. 

“Great! Uh, so..  I was thinking I could maybe, if you wanted, pick you up and go somewhere tomorrow when you close up shop.” She managed to squeak out, and you giggled, jumping to envelope her in a big hug. 

“I’d love to, Cleo!”

[villainousunsub]

and in your arms I find solace

pairing: Jemily

rating: G

summary:

late night at the office with just them left leads to them finally talking and being how they used to be, even if it is just for one night

AO3

Emily stared at the ceiling above her, the conversation with JJ still playing on a loop. Well, almost conversation. She could tell something was bothering the other woman, was relieved when she asked to talk. Then Tyler walked in and the moment was gone, she felt it, the shift in JJ’s demeanor. And now here she was, laying in her office and tossing possibilities back and forth in her mind. She groaned in frustration as her mind replayed the close to fear look in JJ’s eyes and then cut to the masked secret that she had seen in the bullpen a mere few hours ago. Emily knew she should have pressed, should have asked JJ to come up to her office, but things had felt different recently. Things were a lot different. She was focused on Elias and Gold Star, on making sure the BAU didn’t get pushed away and erased. So focused on making sure her team was okay, but they weren’t. She was focused on the outside, she had failed to see them individually. 

JJ was clearly falling apart, Rossi she was pretty sure was going insane, and Garcia was struggling with her personal life. She had no idea if the rest of them were even close to being okay, each and every one of them put on a tough face and never said no, but she was no better. Emily knew she should make an appointment with her therapist, to work out her own issues so that she could help and be better for her team, but god did she hate therapy. 

Her mind drifted back to JJ. 

It always did. Every night she would lay down, her eyes drifting, and her mind would wander back to every moment she had shared with JJ that day. Those memories let her breathe, let her find comfort and relief even on her darkest days. 

But the memory of today stung, the brush off after the panic of that morning, it didn’t sit right. Emily tried to recall anything she had done to push JJ away, that would make her recoil, but nothing had come to mind. She knew that Luke, despite her orders, had told JJ about BAU-Gate, but she knew. They had talked about it over wine years ago when she had come back to the team. 

So why did it bother her so? Why did the thought of JJ and the site hurt her enough to sit up and try and catch her breath. Emily dropped her head into her hands, her face warm and damp with tears. 

A clink of glass and porcelain echoed through the empty walls. Emily lifted her head, the sound putting her on high alert. She pushed herself up off the couch, walking just close enough to peak out her blinds, to see a slim female figure walk off down the hall to a back office. The gait, the sway, it all seemed very…JJ. Emily moved quickly, throwing the door to her office open and slipped around empty desks. She glanced in offices as she went, most empty of all life, some sprinkled with nothing more than a photo or name plate. Until she hit Morgan’s old office. A faint glow of cell phone light streamed through the window. She cracked the door, just enough to see a bundle of blankets on the couch. Messy blonde hair popped up from under the blanket, curious blue eyes meeting hers. The smile they shared, reached neither of their eyes. JJ sat up against the arm of the couch, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Emily perched herself on the other arm, her foot nudging one of JJ’s. 

“Hey you.” JJ rested her head on her knees, “What are you still doing here?” 

“I could ask you the same. I thought you went home hours ago.” “Oh yea, no. I just had too much to do so I thought I might as well grab a couch and start early tomorrow.” Emily watched as JJ turned to face away from her, refusing to look at her as she spoke. 

“Right,” Emily moved down to the cushion, “and that’s why you’ve been camping in this office for what? A few days? At least if the couch and blanket don’t lie. I would be able to judge based off the take out containers but they are a little too good at cleaning even empty offices.” 

“Emily-” 

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand, even if I don’t know what is happening, I get not wanting to go home even if there is nothing lurking in the dark there.” 

“I want to talk to you about something, but I don’t think I can.” JJ pulled herself more into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. 

“I’m here. No matter what happens.” Emily rubbed her hands up and down JJ’s legs before pulling them into her lap. “But if we need to sit here until everyone clocks back in before we speak again, I can do that.” 

They sat in silence for a while, Emily drawing incomprehensible patterns as JJ picked at the blanket on her lap. Eventually JJ shifted so that her feet were hanging off the arm of the couch and her head was in Emily’s lap. Emily picked her hands up, pausing for a moment before dropping them to run her fingers through blonde hair. She could feel JJ relax under her touch, the motion putting them both at ease. 

“He told me. Which is fine. I mean I don’t like that it’s being brought up again, but I brushed it off.” She could feel JJ tense as she prepared herself to continue. “But he looked. He went out of his way, he let Voit get to him, and he looked. I told him it was taken care of and to trust you, and he didn’t.” Emily’s body froze, she knew that Luke wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying something to JJ. She didn’t think he would go as far as to look at the site, knowing what it was, who it was about. She thought back to her last visit years ago, the way it made her feeling seeing herself and her friends on the screen before her. 

“They updated it. It isn’t us anymore.” JJ curled into herself more, pulling one of Emily’s hands with her. “Injure. Jean. Fear. That’s what they changed it to. They rewrote it all and put me as the face. Me. My face, my body, my everything. The internet has evolved so much for a moment, for a moment I had to make sure it wasn’t actually me.” “He saw you.” “All of me. Emily, how many people have seen it? Why did he look? Why did he look deep enough to know it was focused on me.” JJ’s voice broke as tears started falling down her face again. “ I can’t look at him. I hate myself if even a sliver of skin is shown. I can’t go home, face my kids, my husband. God, my husband. He didn’t even know about it the first time and I can’t tell him about it now. I mean hell we barely talk unless it's about the kids. I know this is what he wanted, for us to fall apart. But I don’t know how much more I can take Emily.” 

Emily wrapped her arm not tangled in JJ’s hair around the other woman’s waist, pulling her closer until most of her body was in Emily’s lap. She held her through the shaking and crying, until they were both still and breathing once more. Emily placed a gentle kiss onto JJ’s head, never once loosening her grip. 

“It’s okay to fall apart. I’ll be there to help pick up the pieces. You know I’ve always had your back, in and out of work. Don’t let him make you second guess that. I’d rather you sleep on the couch in my office so I can help keep the demons away then locking yourself in here.” JJ sagged against Emily, her body finally relaxing after holding it all in for so long. 

“We can never let him tear us apart. I don’t know what I’d do without you Emily.” 

“Probably live in this office if they’d let you.” 

“I would go home at some point. Can’t use the same 2 outfits forever, at least not around these people. God can you imagine what Garcia would say?” They both laughed, before holding onto each other even tighter. 

“How about we camp in the office for one more night, then tomorrow we both have to go home at a decent time. Or at the very least, we have to make it one of our houses.” 

“Are you claiming my couch already Emily Prentiss?” 

“I’m sure Will wouldn’t mind the bed being a bit tighter than usual, your couch kills my back.” JJ turned to face Emily, the smile finally reaching her eyes even in the low light. 

“We could kick him to the couch?” A matching smile graced Emily’s lips before she nodded. 

JJ laid her head on Emily’s shoulder, pulling the blanket over the both of them. One more night wouldn’t hurt, wouldn’t ruin everything they had overcome. Wouldn’t make her question a decision she made years ago. Her eyes slowly closed, becoming heavier and heavier with every thought, the arm wrapped around her steady and tight. Keeping nightmares away.