#chamber fluff

[l0serloki]

Baking Competition

Asking the Agents to bake for you!

(Chamber, Yoru, Omen, Cypher)

masterlist + part 2 w/ the women

Chamber :

Chamber is a bit confused when you ask him to bake for you. 

“I can go buy you something-“ “No!”

He’s taken aback but he smiles as you tell him it has to be from him. 

He will make you some sweets from his childhood. Caramel eclairs and a few chocolate ones.

They’re practically perfect. He had got it down to a science. Even the cream is fulfilling. He’s one of the very few to get a 10/10 and he knows it.

Yoru :

He doesn’t even let you finish your sentence as you ask for baked goods. It’s just an automatic no.

“Yoru please-“ “How much?”

After you promise him some kind of payment he will whip up something. Probably something simple like a box cake.

It’s not anything special. It’s just a simple and kind of dry chocolate cake. He would get a 5/10.

Omen :

If you ask Omen for anything he will get to it immediately. You want something baked? He’s on it.

He wears a cat apron while he makes you blueberry muffins. 

He even adds cat ears to some and octopuses to the others. 

They’re well done and he’s so happy to see you like them. He is also another who gets a 10/10. He’s a natural.

Cypher :

He’s intrigued about your little idea. 

He hasn’t baked since he was back home and he wanted to let you try something he’s used to.

I see him making small coffee cakes with some tea. 

Cypher doesn’t exactly follow a recipe so they’re not all the same. They’re made with love though! He gets a solid 7/10.

[hrrysangels]

#ONSET - HS

She’s used to sharing Harry with the world but sharing him with his co-star on a film set? That’s different. The smirks, the lingering touches, the chemistry that looks a little too convincing it all gets under her skin. She tries to hide it, play it cool, but Harry sees right through her. What follows is a moment both heated and tender Harry pulling her into his arms, reminding her exactly who he comes home to. In his trailer, away from the lights and scripts, he makes it clear: no one else matters. No cameras. No performances. Just him. Just her. Always her.

warnings: smut smut smut

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Y/N hadn’t planned to spend the entire afternoon on set, but when Harry mentioned that today was one of the big shoot days “the scene” as he called it with a glint in his eye she couldn’t resist.

She knew how much this role meant to him. From the moment he got the script, he’d been walking around the apartment quoting lines under his breath, talking about the director like she was a genius, gushing over how the story was different, raw, important. He’d worked hard for this one. She was proud of him really, truly proud but nothing quite prepared her for what it would feel like to watch him perform, live and up close.

Especially that scene.

It wasn’t scheduled until later in the day, so she spent the first hour watching him laugh with crew members, run through lines, and transform before her eyes the moment the cameras started rolling. He was magnetic on set, confident in a way that made her heart tug with admiration. She could see why people loved working with him. The way he slipped into character so fluid, so natural was a kind of magic she hadn’t seen in him before.

Then Florence stepped onto the scene.

Y/N liked Florence. Or at least, she thought she did. They’d met a few times cast parties, casual drinks after a read-through. Florence was kind, sharp, charming,gorgeous. A phenomenal actress. But watching her walk toward Harry, her steps sure and practiced, something in Y/N twisted tight. It wasn’t logical. It wasn’t fair. But it was real.

They were filming a moment of intimacy not just a kiss, but one of those slow, breathless, tension heavy kisses that said everything words couldn’t. And Harry was good. Too good. The way his hand slipped around Florence’s waist, the way he leaned in like gravity had chosen her, like there was no other place on earth he’d rather be it punched the air right out of Y/N’s lungs

She reminded herself it was acting. It was all pretend. She’d seen the script. She knew. But knowing didn’t stop her skin from prickling, or her stomach from flipping like she’d missed a step on the stairs.

When the director finally called cut, Harry grinned, full of adrenaline and pride. He ruffled his curls back and jogged over to her, still glowing with the energy of the scene. He kissed her cheek, then her forehead, wrapping an arm around her waist as if the last few minutes hadn’t unsettled something inside her.

“You saw that?” he asked, his voice low, sweet, full of excitement. “Was it okay? Did it work?”

“You were… great,” she said, forcing a small smile. Her throat felt dry

He kissed her temple. “Glad you came today.”

She nodded, eyes flicking toward Florence, who was laughing with a makeup artist just a few feet away. “Yeah. Me too.”

Harry didn’t seem to notice the subtle shift in her. He kept talking, telling her how the lighting was perfect, how Florence nailed her beats, how real it felt. And that was the part that got her how real it felt. He said it like it was something to be proud of. Like it was the best compliment he could give the scene. And maybe it was. Maybe that was the mark of a great actor.

But it still made something curl up inside her chest and shrink.

She wasn’t normally a jealous person. Not with Harry. Not with anyone. But today, watching someone else get that version of him the intensity, the intimacy, the softness even if it was just for the cameras, it left her feeling a little quiet.

She leaned into his side as he kept talking, trying to push it down. It didn’t matter. It wasn’t real.

But the strange ache in her chest told her otherwise.

They walked in silence for a while, weaving through equipment, set pieces, and scattered crew. The sun had started to dip behind the studio buildings, casting everything in a soft amber glow. Harry held her hand as they walked his thumb brushing slow, absent-minded circles against her skin but something had shifted. She wasn’t talking. Wasn’t smiling like she usually did when they were wrapped up in each other’s space.

It wasn’t until they reached the quieter stretch between set and his trailer that he really felt it. The tension humming just beneath her skin. The way her fingers weren’t quite curling back into his.

He tightened his grip a little, slowing their pace.

“What’s going on, love?” he asked gently, turning his head toward her. His voice was low, warm but his accent thickened the way it always did when he was being soft with her. “Are you okay?”

She forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Yeah… yeah, I’m fine.”

But he didn’t let go of her hand. He just watched her, brow furrowed, waiting and eventually, she exhaled, a slow, shaky breath like she’d been holding something in for too long.

“I’m probably just being overdramatic,” she said, eyes downcast. “You were perfect, Harry. Like, really… perfect.”

The way she said it made something click.

Ah.

It hit him all at once — the quiet mood, the hesitations, the way she’d barely looked him in the eye since the scene ended. His chest swelled with a complicated mix of guilt, affection, and something a little smug. She was jealous. Not in an insecure way. Not in a petty way. Just enough to make her overthink, to make her feel things she couldn’t quite say out loud.

And God, he kind of loved it.

His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile not mocking, not gloating. Just touched. Because the truth was, as much as he loved acting, as much as he’d thrown himself into the character and the scene, there wasn’t a single part of him that felt anything close to what he felt for the girl beside him.

He stopped walking and turned to face her, still holding her hand.

“Hey,” he said softly, catching her chin with his thumb and tilting her face up until their eyes met. “It’s not overdramatic. You’re allowed to feel things.”

She tried to look away, but he didn’t let her.

“You know it’s all pretend, yeah?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Everything that happened in that scene every kiss, every look it’s scripted. It’s not real. This…” His forehead touched hers, breath warm between them. “This is real.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into the space between them, her shoulders relaxing slightly. His hand slipped to her waist, anchoring her to him.

“I just… I don’t know,” she whispered. “Seeing you like that, with someone else, even if it’s acting—it just did something to me.”

Harry nodded. “It did something to me too.”

She looked up, confused.

“Made me realize how much I hate having to pretend it’s someone else,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “When it’s always you in my head.”

Her breath caught.

The moment hung there quiet, charged, delicate before he kissed her, slow and sure, right there in the fading light. Not for show. Not because the cameras were rolling. Just because he needed to. Because she was his, and he wanted her to feel it.

Harry opened the door to the trailer with one hand, the other still firmly on her waist. His touch was gentle but guiding, like he was anchoring her, making sure she didn’t drift too far into whatever storm she’d been stuck in since the scene. She stepped in ahead of him, eyes adjusting to the dim light as he pulled the door closed behind them with a soft click.

The air inside was warm, faintly stuffy in that familiar way small spaces get — thick with his cologne and the faint scent of leftover coffee. His jacket was slung over the back of the couch, script pages scattered across the counter beside a half-drunk bottle of water.

Harry’s hand never left her waist. He moved behind her, fitting his chest against her back as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of her hoodie, just enough to graze bare skin.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low, close to her ear.

She leaned into him but didn’t say anything. Not yet. Her arms were still crossed over her chest, not defensive, but not fully relaxed either. He could feel it — the hesitation, the heat still simmering under her skin.

“I don’t want to talk about Florence,” she said softly.

He nodded against her shoulder, his curls brushing her cheek. “Then don’t. This isn’t about her. It’s about you.”

She turned in his arms slowly, her eyes finding his in the muted light. There was something in her gaze — not anger, not sadness exactly, but a flicker of vulnerability she didn’t usually show.

“I know it was acting. I do,” she whispered. “But watching it… it felt like someone else got a version of you I didn’t recognize. And I hated it.”

Harry’s jaw tightened slightly, but only because he understood. Because if the roles were reversed, he’d probably feel the exact same way. Maybe worse.

“You don’t have to explain it” he said gently. “You don’t need to pretend it didn’t sting.”

His hands slid around her back, pulling her closer until her body met his fully, the soft cotton of her hoodie pressing against the firm lines of his chest. Her head tilted back just slightly, lips parting like she might speak but then he dipped down and kissed her.

It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t demanding. It was a slow, grounding kiss the kind that reminded her of who he was when no one else was watching. His lips moved with quiet urgency, but his hands stayed steady, cupping her face, his thumbs brushing the apples of her cheeks.

“You know it’s always you, right?” he said between kisses, forehead pressed to hers. “When I’m in character, when I’m faking it I’m still thinking of you.”

She nodded, her fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. Her hoodie rode up slightly with the movement, revealing the soft curve of her hip. His hands found her there again, thumbs dragging slow, grounding circles.

The silence between them wasn’t heavy anymore it was charged, intimate, brimming with words neither of them needed to say.

He backed her gently toward the small couch tucked in the corner, eyes never leaving hers. And when the backs of her knees hit the cushion, he slowed them down, resting his hands on either side of her hips.

“This okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a breath.

She looked up at him, eyes glassy but clear. “Yeah,” she whispered. “It’s more than okay.”

He smiled, small and tender, before kissing her again deeper this time, like he was reminding her that no camera could ever capture what they had. And even in the quiet, cramped space of the trailer, it felt like the whole world had narrowed down to just them.

The trailer felt smaller now, even with the door closed behind them. The quiet was thick with anticipation the kind that left her heart racing and her breath shallow. Harry stood in front of her, his hands on her hips, the heat between them undeniable. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes, as if asking for permission to keep moving, to keep pushing her toward this.

“My girl,” he murmured, the words low and reverent as he leaned in to kiss her again. His lips were soft, slow, and he let the kiss linger before pulling back just enough to study her face, to read her expression. “Let me take care of you, love.”

Her breath hitched, her hands sliding up his chest to rest around his neck as she drew him closer, needing him against her. It was like she couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel him enough like there was a hunger inside her she couldn’t name.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, his voice a quiet promise as he kissed along her jaw. “You’re mine, yeah? Just say the word, and I’ll make sure you forget about anything else.”

His hands moved with purpose, sliding beneath her hoodie, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her back. He kissed her neck, then her shoulder, the light pressure of his lips making her shiver with anticipation. She felt a flutter of warmth in her stomach, her breath catching in her throat.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her skin.

She whimpered softly, unable to hide how much his words affected her, how they stoked the fire that had been burning low in her all day.

His hands shifted, finding her waist again, pulling her body flush against his. He could feel the way she trembled beneath him, the way her pulse raced, and it only made him more determined to show her just how much he adored her.

“My girl,” he said again, the words like a sweet, slow drug. “No one else. Not ever. Just you.”

She tilted her head back, closing her eyes as he gently lifted her, guiding her onto the bed. He hovered over her, his gaze never leaving hers, making sure she was okay with every move.

“You want this?” he asked, the question soft but filled with the weight of what he was offering. “Want me to make you feel good?”

The sincerity in his voice, the raw need and tenderness that threaded through it, made her heart skip a beat. She nodded, too overwhelmed to say much more.

He kissed her again, this time with more urgency, the fire between them escalating. But even in his need, he never lost that focus on her on her pleasure, on her feeling loved.

“I’m not rushing this, love,” he murmured against her lips, as his hands began exploring, slow and sure. “I’m going to make you feel every second of this. Every touch.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, the warmth of his touch seeping deep into her skin, and she could only hold onto him as he worked to make her feel cherished, loved, and, above all, seen.

Harry's hands slid under her hoodie, fingertips grazing the soft skin of her stomach. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, like he was worshipping every inch of her. She shivered, arching into him, craving more.

"You're perfect," he murmured, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "So fucking perfect."

She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. "Please," she whispered, voice trembling with need. "I want to feel you."

He groaned at her words, hips grinding against hers as his hands slid higher, cupping her breasts through her bra. "God, you drive me crazy," he breathed, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they pebbled beneath the fabric.

She gasped, back arching softly as pleasure shot through her. "Off," she demanded, tugging at his shirt. "I need to feel your skin."

Harry sat back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it aside before quickly removing her hoodie as well. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her. Standing there in her black lace bra.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, leaning down to capture one of her nipples between his teeth through the lace. She cried out, fingers tugging at his hair as he suckled and nipped at the sensitive bud.

He took his time with her, exploring every inch of exposed skin with his hands and mouth. He unhooked her bra with a deft flick of his fingers before pulling it away, revealing her breasts to his hungry gaze.

"Look at you," he said roughly, cupping the soft mounds in his palms. "So fucking beautiful." He lowered his head, licking and sucking at her nipples until she was squirming him, desperate for more. He gently sat her on the couch

"Harry," she gasped, hands fisting in his hair. "I need you."

He kissed his way down her stomach, getting on his knee in front of her his fingers hooking in the waistband of her jeans. "Not yet, love," he murmured.

He unbuttoned her jeans slowly, dragging the zipper down with maddening slowness before tugging them off her legs. She was left in just her panties, pulse racing as she watched him drink in the sight of her, sitting on the couch in nothing but a scrap of lace

"You have no idea what you do to me," he said roughly, trailing a finger along the edge of her panties. "The things I want to do to you."

She whimpered, hips lifting as if seeking friction. "Then do them," she breathed. "Please."

He grinned, before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down her legs. His gaze zeroed in on the glistening flesh between her thighs, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Fuck," he groaned, sliding a finger through her slick folds. "You're so wet for me already."

She bucked against his touch, desperate for more. "Harry, please," she begged.

Shifting between her legs, he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh before trailing open-mouthed kisses up to her core. She nearly screamed as his tongue made contact, licking a slow stripe up her slit before circling her clit.

"Oh god," she moaned, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets. "Don't stop."

He growled against her flesh, the vibrations making her see stars. He licked and sucked and fucked her with his tongue until she was a writhing mess beneath him, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

"Come for me," he demanded, sliding two fingers inside her tight heat as his tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit. "Let go for me, love."

It was too much. The sensation of his fingers pumping in and out of her, his tongue flicking against that sensitive bundle of nerves - she shattered with a cry, coming apart at the seams as pleasure crashed over her in waves.

Harry worked her through it, gentling his touch as she floated down from her high. He kissed his way back up her body, taking a moment to lave attention on each breast before reaching her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips and it only spurred her arousal higher.

"Fuck me," she demanded, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him closer. "I need you inside me."

He groaned, grinding his hard length against her aching core. "Patience," he said softly. "I'm going to make this good for you."

He reached down, fumbling with his belt and zipper until his cock sprang free. She licked her lips at the sight, desperate to feel him stretching her, filling her.

"I want to feel all of you."

Harry's eyes darkened with lust. "You sure?" he asked hoarsely.

She nodded frantically, needing him more than she needed air. "Please," she begged.

That was all the encouragement he needed. With a grunt, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight heat. They both cried out at the sensation, bodies trembling with the force of it.

"Fuck," he gasped, staying still for a moment to let her adjust. "You feel incredible."

She clenched around him, relishing the feel of his thick cock pulsing inside her. "Move," she urged. "I need you to move."

“needy little thing aren’t you” he teased softly in his British accent

He did, setting a steady pace as he rocked into her again and again. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, mixing with their moans and pants.

Harry propped himself up on his elbows, hips never faltering as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She met him stroke for stroke, relishing the feel of him heavy and hard inside her.

"I love you," he gasped between kisses. "Fuck, I love you so much."

He groaned into her mouth, increasing his pace. "I love you too," She panted. "More than anything."

They moved together in perfect sync, lost to everything but each other. Harry could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, but he held off, determined to bring her with him.

He reached between them, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles around it with his thumb. "Come for me again," he urged, voice strained with effort. "I want to feel you come apart around my cock."

His words were her undoing. With a scream of his name, she came hard, clenching around him like a vice. It was enough to send Harry over the edge as well and he followed soon after with a guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside her.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breath. Harry pressed soft kisses to her face, brushing sweat-dampened hair off her forehead.

"That was..." she trailed off, unable to find the words.

"Amazing," he supplied with a grin. "Incredible. Mind-blowing. Life-changing."

She laughed breathlessly, pulling him down for a kiss. "All of the above," she agreed.

They laid there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Harry stayed on top of her on that couch careful not to lay his full body weight on her

"I meant what I said," he murmured into her hair. "I love you. And I know I'm yours - only yours - always."

She pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his chest. "I love you more," she whispered back.

They stayed like that for a while longer, basking in the intimacy and closeness of the moment. The rest of the world faded away until it was just the two of them, tangled together in their little haven

[onlyangel4]

slip of the tongue. cody rhodes. smau.

cody rhodes x tattoo artist wife!reader

synopsis: after a slip of the tongue the wrestling community is shocked to find out that cody has a family, but there had been clues all along.

faceclaim: ryan ashley malarkey

author's note: please can we pretend the dogs are the same colour, plz and thank you

2020

y/ntattoos

liked by americannightmarecody, y/bff, user1 and 430,291 others

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y/ntattoos: now that this tattoo has been revealed to the world i can tell you all that i am the one that defaced the american nightmare's neck. the last photo is evidence of how stressed i was that day.

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americannightmarecody: you had no reason to be stressed

y/ntattoos: i was tattooing a public figures neck, i was shitting myself

y/bff: i remember getting a stressed facetime call from you

y/ntattoos: i think i cried

user1: ever since i saw this i have been searching for the artist

user2: my worlds have collided, i have been following you since you tattooed harry styles

user3: i would stressed too you did so well!

americannightmarecody posted a story tagging y/ntattoos

written: glad you all like the tattoo, y/n did a great job

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2021

y/ntattoos posted a story tagging heavenlycafeatl

written: people always ask me how i get through a whole day tattooing, truth is i get this kiwi lime redbull from the same cafe every single day, if you are ever in atlanta you need to try it.

americannightmarecody posted a story tagging heavenlycafeatl

written: being in this neck of the woods means my favourite breakfast place ever

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2022

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: guys i'm a mother now

americannightmarecody

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americannightmarecody: everyone meet hawk

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rhearipley: i need to meet him now

americannightmarecody: he will be coming on tour with me

user4: sir my ovaries are on fire

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user5: oh my god cody in his dad era

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user6: can i get this picture tattooed on the inside of my eyelids

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2023

y/ntattoos

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y/ntattoos: just a little life update, ever since i qualified as a tattoo artist 17 years ago i have been working non stop. and it has paid off, i co own jet black heart studios and i love my job. but that being said, i need a little break.

my books will be closing from june this year, i will be back, i just don't know when. i will still be helping y/bff run things behind the scenes but i am going to put my feet up and have an extended vacation, because god i need it.

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rhearipley: girl you deserve this break

user7: you have been working non stop, take as long as you need

user8: put those feet up girl

user9: gonna miss seeing those kickass tattoos but you deserve this break

wwe posted a story tagging americannightmarecody

written: following an injury sustained last night cody rhodes will not be attending any live events for the time being

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2024

americannightmarecody

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americannightmarecody: finished the story… but this isn’t my greatest chapter. ❤️

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samizayn: can't believe i was there for such a monumental moment

americannightmarecody: thank you for being there

cmpunk: the best to ever do it

y/ntattoos: so deserved

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user10: caption hinting that there is so much more to come from mister rhodes

y/ntattoos posted a story

written: i haven't stopped smiling all week

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2025

codyrhodesfan

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codyrhodesfan: guys what the actual fuck was that. for those that aren't watching live cody just made a massive slip.

he was doing a promo following the events at the elimination chamber calling out john cena.

"after what john cena, travis scott and the rock did to me i can barely recognise myself, people have been asking me what happened, people have been so worried about me, my children- shit", he started laughing shaking his head, "well yeah my children don't recognise me".

he finished the promo but it was obvious that he was stressed about what he had said, he was pictured on a phonecall out the back of the arena.

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user11: CHILDREN plural

user12: baby momma gonna kill him tonight

user13: this man has a whole ass family and we just assumed that he was single

user14: my jaw dropped as soon as i heard that

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americannightmarecody: so i fucked up, but now is a good time to introduce you to my beautiful wife y/n and our twins delilah and wyatt, the greatest chapter in my story.

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randyorton: i can finally talk about my god children

americannightmarecody: i'm still surprised you weren't the one to leak it

y/ntattoos: i love you (and your big mouth)

americannightmarecody: you wouldn't have me any other way

samizayn: oh how i wish i was there when y/n realised how bad you messed up

americannightmarecody: trust me, you don't

user15: twins! oh my god

user16: she is not what i imagined cody's wife to look like but she is so stunning

user17: i bet he is gassed he can finally show off his hot tattooed wife

[writer-freak]

Asking you out | Valo men x Gn reader

Characters: Gekko, Chamber, Sova, Yoru, Phoenix, Cypher, Omen, Brimstone, Kay/o and Habor

Warning: Gn reader, fluff, maybe ooc, english isn't my first language

A/n: I decided to go back to my roots and write some headcanons for Valorant. Haven't written for them in some time and I'm not up to date with the current lore so sorry for inaccuracies

Thank you for reading and Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Gekko

Gekko is usually chill, so he’d be more low-key when asking you out.

One day you’re hanging out, Wingman chilling on your lap, and he just casually drops it

“Yo, maybe we should, like, go out on an official date?”

He’s trying to seem nonchalant, but the way he scratches the back of his head gives his nervousness away

When you agree, he lights up, his eyes wide with excitement and a big smile on his face

“Sick! Let’s grab something to eat!”

He’d definitely text his mom right after and would update her on how everything went

Chamber

Chamber has always been smooth, always flirting like it’s second nature

But when he asks you out, it’s a bit different

You’re used to his flirty remarks, but this time, after a successful mission, he walks up and asks

“If we succeed today, how about we celebrate together? Maybe dinner, just the two of us?”

His usual cockiness is a bit toned down, and there’s a vulnerability showing in his voice making it obvious he actually cares about your answer.

When you say yes, he recovers quickly with a grin, “I’ll consider that a victory, then.”

Sova

Sova is more straightforward and doesn’t really beat around the bush

After a long mission, he’d find you alone, pulling you aside. “You know I value you more than just a teammate, right?”

He’s nervous, but he says it calmly, watching for your reaction

If you tease him about being a softy, he’d chuckle, cheeks flushing slightly, before responding

“Perhaps I am soft… but only for you.” He’ll suggest something outdoorsy as a first date, like a quiet night under the stars, just something close to nature

Yoru

Yoru’s got a reputation for being cocky, and he’d play into that even while asking you out

“I heard you’ve been into me for a while now?” he’d say, smirking, trying to act cool

He’s testing the waters, but there’s a slight hesitation as if he’s waiting to see if you’ll reject him or call out his bluff

When you agree, he’ll act like it was no big deal, “Yeah, thought so,”

But then, his smirk softens slightly, and he looks at you more seriously. “So, how about we make it official? I’m asking you out—me and you, a proper date.”

If you agree, he’ll play it off cool, but you’d still catch the pink on his cheeks before he quickly changes the subject

Phoenix

Phoenix doesn’t like wasting time, so he’d ask you out while you’re the two of you were joking around together.

“Hey, let’s stop messing around and go out for real,” he’d say, flashing that bright grin.

“I’m serious though. Gonna be the best date of your life, I promise.”

His usual confidence is there, but you can tell he’s nervous from the way he messes with his jacket collar

When you say yes, he practically lights up—“Aight, bet! You won’t regret it.”

Cypher

Cypher’s approach is more subtle

He waits for a moment when it’s just the two of you, maybe working on something together

He’ll lean in slightly and say in a low voice, “I’ve come to enjoy our time together... Perhaps you’d also like something more?”

His tone is cautious watching for your reaction, but you can sense the warmth behind his words

When you agree, he smiles behind his mask

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” he’d say, his voice softer. “How about dinner—just us?”

Omen

Omen is less direct when it comes to asking you out

One evening, after sitting together in silence, he'd hand you something small that he knitted himself

“This is for you.” he’d say in his usual low voice

If you ask him why he was gifting you this, he’d simply reply, “I want to be together with you.”

When you agree, there’s no visible smile, but you��ll feel the shift in his energy, warmth that shows that he is happy you accepted

Brimstone

Brimstone is all about professionalism, so he’d be more cautious about showing public affection.

If you’re already close, he might approach you after a mission, saying, “I’ve been thinking… maybe we should spend more time together outside of work.”

He’s straightforward, and his voice is calm, ready to accept your rejection

If you agree, he will give you a small smile.

“Glad to hear it. Let’s keep it between us for now, though.” He’s the type to plan something simple but meaningful—dinner at his place, maybe

KAY/O

KAY/O is logical, and while he’s sentient, human emotions can be tricky for him

He’d approach you one day, saying, “I have observed our interactions. I believe it would be beneficial to further explore this connection.”

It’s a bit robotic, but you can tell he’s trying

If you agree, he’d probably show a small heart symbol on his display, acknowledging the sentiment behind it

“Thank you. I will strive to meet your expectations,” he’d add, with a surprising amount of sincerity

Harbor

Harbor’s positive energy is contagious, and he’d be warm and positive when asking you out.

“You know, we always have a good time together,” he’d say with that bright smile of his.

“How about we make it official? Let me take you out properly.”

He’s all about showing affection, and if you agree, he’ll be beaming.

“You won’t regret it. I’ve got some amazing plans for us.”

He would make sure your first date is filled with fun and laughter

Divider by: @saradika-graphics

[itsgivingmami]

I Would Much Prefer To Watch Her Burn

Sappho- 31.16.168 B.96.130.47

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Bad gay poetry- you’ve been warned

The room is full of people. Music low, drinks clinking, warm chatter buzzing around her.

But she only sees you.

You’re sitting across the room on a low velvet couch, sipping something sweet, your lips glossy and shining in the low light. You’re laughing at something someone said—head tossed back slightly, throat exposed, smile wide. The gold necklace pressed to the spot between your collarbones shimmers as the lights move.

The sight makes something low in Rhea’s chest tighten.

He seems to me equal to the gods

that man who sits opposite you

and listens close

to your sweet speaking.

You don’t notice her watching.

You never do.

And it’s killing her.

She takes a slow sip of her drink, eyes locked on you over the rim of the glass, jaw tight. The burn of her whiskey feels amateur compared to the burning you cause.

She knows she should turn away. Should pull her gaze back to the conversation Dom is trying to have with her, or the message blinking on her phone. But she can’t.

Not when you’re sitting there—legs crossed, one strap of your dress slipping down your shoulder with that soft, careless grace you don’t even realize you carry.

I would much prefer to see the lovely way she walks, and the radiant glance of her face, than war-chariots or the sharpest steel.

Some nights she gives in to the fantasy, allows herself to imagine the things she’d sacrifice to have you. To wonder what domestic nights at home look like, instead of arenas filled with fans and blinding lights. She knows you’d never ask that of her, even hypothetically.

But she couldn’t leave it behind for anything less than you.

You shift in your seat. Tug the strap back into place.

Her willfulness keeps her from combusting altogether.

And Rhea wants—craves—to be the one to fix it for you.

To kneel in front of you.

To run her hands up your thighs, grip your hips with her strong, inked fingers and heavy rings, whisper something filthy and reverent into the soft skin of your shoulder.

Sentences and phrases that live in her mind like a melody—looping and looping until they burn into her ribs. The confessions and desires her heart whispers have seared themselves into the lining of her chest and they never feel louder than they do tonight.

But you don’t know.

You don’t see it.

You don’t see how often she watches the way your fingers curl around a glass or a mic, determined to know what they would feel like tangled with her own. How her breath catches every time you call her name with that casual, lilting “Hey, Rhea,” like you haven’t spent the last God-knows-how-many months igniting her—quietly, moment by moment.

You don’t see how she burns.

—

Later, the night wears thin. The others begin to drift. The moon is high. Your laughter has softened. The weight of your body now leans more into the couch than before, chest and cheeks flushed from frilly drinks.

“Stay the night,” she offers when the room has cleared.

Your eyes lift, bright and soft. “What?”

“My suite,” Rhea adds, offering her hand. Her strength easily pulls you upright. And despite the thoughts of wrapping your legs around her hips, she keeps her tone light.

“Too late to Uber. You can crash there.”

You nod, yawning. “Okay. Thanks.”

As if it means nothing.

As if you didn’t just hand her the longest night of her life.

—

The hotel room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the street below. You peel off your heels by the door, stretch your arms overhead, and collapse on the edge of her bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Like you belong there.

Rhea stands in the doorway of the bathroom, towel slung over her shoulder, tank top clinging to her body like it might snap from the tension. She watches as you curl slightly, pressing your face into her pillow. Your dress rides up your thighs and you hardly notice. One bare leg bent, the other stretching toward the edge of the mattress, toward her.

It’s not an invitation—but God, does she wish it was.

She exhales. Deep. Controlled. Her muscles flex before she turns away, sliding the bathroom door shut as softly as her heat-wracked body can manage. Her forehead meets the fogged glass. The relief is small—and she’s unsure if it’s from the coolness of the door or the mercy of not seeing you.

Minutes later, she’s in the same position—now against the shower wall, eyes shut, breath heavy. The white tile around her is harsh and clinical. She misses the dark walls of her shower at home. It irritates her, but not enough to pull her from the moment. She wants to stay here forever, with you just across the suite, blissfully unaware of the storm you’ve set loose inside her.

The chilled stream of water across her back reminds her what it feels like when reality crashes in.

The reality that you have never, and may never, know.

The tears fall before she can stop them, frustration and longing rising like lava in her veins. The sobs break from her body like a volcano—violent and uncontrollable. Her hand hits the built-in shelf. She covers her mouth with the other, silencing herself as the complimentary bottles clatter against the porcelain.

She sinks to the floor. Lets the ever-cooling stream run over her legs.

She doesn’t know how long she stays like that, hiding from the lick of fire she can’t put out inside her.

—

You’re already half-asleep when she turns the light off. Her damp hair clings to her T-shirt, trailing droplets down her spine. She moves quietly, gently, as she pulls the blanket up over your body. Her fingertips brush the warm skin of your arm—just once, just enough to burn her all over again.

It’s torture, but she carries on. Maybe if she keeps pretending, it’ll stick.

You don’t stir.

Your soft breaths rise and fall, stoking the flames inside her.

You rest soundly despite the heat.

But Rhea? She doesn’t sleep.

She lays beside you, staring at the ceiling.

The red light from a billboard outside traces the curve of your face.

The moon is set. The Pleiades are gone. It’s deep in the night… and still, I lie awake. I sleep alone.

But she’s not alone—not really.

You’re here. Inches away.

The space between you doesn’t allow for temptation or her propensity to hold you. Only reverence—for everything she’s built so far. For the hills she’s climbed. For the emotions she’s locked away behind clenched teeth and late-night showers.

She could reach out. Could touch you. Could press her palm to the small of your back and see what kind of sound you’d make.

She imagines it would sound like wind in the Garden of Eden—pure, breathless, sacred.

But she doesn’t.

Because you trust her.

Because you have no idea what you do to her.

For when you were beside me,

it seemed to me

that all things were possible.

—

Rhea turns onto her side, facing you now. She watches the soft rise and fall of your breath. Watches the way your lashes flutter against your cheek as you dream.

There’s a voice in the back of her mind that wonders if you dream about her, too.

Since childhood, she’d forgotten her dreams the moment she woke—haunted by nightmares and never knowing the monster.

Until she grew out of it.

Almost a decade of blank darkness. Forgotten surrealism. Nothing that ever lingered.

Then she met you.

And suddenly she was waking with sweat at her hairline, with her fingers aching for something they couldn’t find, with a hollow heat in her chest that no water could put out.

She knew she’d begun dreaming of you.

Consciously and not.

You don’t know that you’ve become a poem in her chest.

A slow ache of wanting.

And with a single word, she’d kneel for you like an altar.

You are a flame she doesn’t know how to extinguish—except by burning with you.

You shift slightly in your sleep. Whisper her name without waking.

She presses her hand flat against the mattress between you.

Not touching.

Just close enough to feel your warmth.

If you turned toward her now… if you opened your eyes…

She doesn’t know what she’d do. Doesn’t know if she could hold it in.

Once again love, that loosener of limbs,

bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing,

seizes me.

But you don’t. You just sleep—painted in deep red light—looking like heat itself.

And Rhea lays there, body taut with restraint, aching in every bone and thought and heartbeat.

She’s not afraid of wanting you.

She’s afraid of how much.

And tomorrow, she’ll smile across catering like nothing happened but a friendly favor.

She’ll play it cool when you rest your head on her shoulder and hold it later like it’s been burned.

She’ll call you angel when you laugh, when she knows you cause more sin in her than anything ever has.

But tonight—just for tonight—Rhea Ripley, awake beside the girl who unknowingly owns her, whispers fragments into the dark like a prayer:

“You set me on fire.”

—

The room is still.

Quiet in the way morning always is after a long night, the light outside barely shifting from blue to gold. You’re curled on your side now, arm tucked beneath the pillow, one cheek pressed to the same cotton fabric she spent hours staring at in the dark. There’s a sunbeam creeping across the edge of the bed—slow and honey-warm—and it catches the edge of your hair.

Rhea hasn’t moved. Her eyes feel heavy but her brain won’t come down. She’s been awake for an hour at least, back pressed to the mattress, one arm bent behind her head, the other resting just close enough to yours to feel the faintest heat between your wrists. The burn still hasn’t left her chest. But this morning, it’s quieter.

Softer. Tolerable.

You murmur something in your sleep, barely audible, and shift slightly, your calf brushing hers under the sheets searching for warmth and settles. It knocks the breath out of her in the gentlest way.

Without warning, as a whirlwind swoops on an oak, Love shakes my heart.

She turns toward you then, slowly, carefully. Just enough to see your face in the soft light.

She doesn’t know what’s worse: the aching silence of pretending not to love you, or the thought of what would happen if she said it aloud.

Last night nearly ruined her. Being that close—having your body inches from hers, your laughter still echoing through her, your lipstick smudged on her pillow—it was holy and violent in equal measure. She hadn’t let herself dream before. Now she doesn’t know how to stop.

Her eyes trace the slope of your cheek, the lashes against your skin, the curl of your hand near your chin. You look so peaceful. Like you were always meant to be here. In her space. In her bed. In her life.

Something inside her cracks.

Maybe it’s time.

[beaucate]

Hello, I would like to say that your blog is very beautiful! Could I make a request? Maybe a Tom Riddle where the reader is also from the orphanage and likes him? Thank you if you decide to write! Please don't forget to drink water 🤍

LONG OBSESSION.

synopsis. you didn’t think you’d ever see him again, not until he’d abandoned traces of himself just for you to grasp onto.

warnings. angst if you squint, stand-offish tom, fluff, love sick / obsessed reader.

author’s note. thank you so much for being so sweet! I haven’t written in so long, so it’s a teensy bit short, I hope I did this justice ৎ୭ English isn’t my first language, so please kindly point out any linguistic mistakes I made lol!

Your eyes fluttered over the slopes of his nose. Glazing, ever so slightly when his tongue swept over the plush of lips.

He was taunting you, you think.

Tom had continuously spent his holidays away from the orphanage, coming back only when he deemed ‘necessary’ — you never did blame him. Though even that had been ages, and you’d slowly felt the cracks residing within the depths of your heart mend back. His absence had only done so little for the ache haunting you, but even a little went a long way.

And then he’d come back, and it felt like every ounce of effort you’d put into forgetting him had crashed down upon your shoulders.

“It is not polite to stare, you know.” His voice was sudden, shocking you out of your zoned out daydreams.

He was so close, it made you dizzy.

You looked up at him, squinting, though not even the tightness of your lips could hide the flush growing on your cheeks.

“I am free to do whatever,” you retorted back, glancing down at your lap before pushing yourself back onto the couch.

He hummed, amusingly so. You were the most tolerable thing that’s ever crossed his path, a soft rumbling in his stomach fluttering whenever you’re near, but he would never dare voice it out. “It is my last year here.”

Your jaw was clenched, and you nodded solemnly. You knew, of course you did, who else if not you to track down Riddle’s life?

Shrugging, you pouted, “will you visit me?”

‘Will you miss me?’ An indirect question laying heavily beneath your words.

He nodded, a stray curl falling on the pale skin of his forehead. “You do not think you will be homed by then?”

“I’m a 17 year old teenage girl,” you twisted in your seat, the motion causing you to brush gently against him, “I’ll be lucky if I’m even treated with kindness.”

His face was now turned towards you, and it took every surge of power within you to not caress the threads of his hair. His eyes narrowed, and head tilted — it was as if you could see the gears running through his mind, but he didn’t speak, staying silent while looking ahead.

“Tom,” you cleared your throat, pushing your knees forward to connect with his own, and you could see him tense, however he made no effort to move. “Have you— have you met anyone in that fancy school of yours?”

He scoffed, standing up abruptly, “you suspect to be homeless within a year, and this is what you question?”

You watched him turn around and scurry away, as if any response you gave would have been too ridiculous for him to hear. He was mocking you. Taunting, now you were sure of.

It was only late at night when you sat with your feet dangling over the edge of your bed, when the thought of him leaving crossed your mind, anger bubbling inside of you. A picture of Tom sat between your palms, clenched until you felt each wrinkle poke your skin.

The tremble of your hand resonated through your body, and you pushed the picture beneath your pillow-case in tender fashion.

You paused for a moment before reaching for your bedroom door; needing a breather to calm the erratic state of your heart. It didn’t take much however before you paused, brows furrowing as you eyed the letter sprawled across the wooden floor.

T.M.R.

Sounding out his initials was enough for the hurricane in your stomach to fuel its way into your heart.

With a lick of your lips, your fingers traced over the paper before gently tearing it open, careful to tread lightly and watching as a card fell out.

‘In cases you find no where to go,’ and attached was an address unknown to you.

You refused to let your hopes rise above to what you could handle, but as you stepped out of your room, your eyes widened when his own was left open from the other side of the halls; dimmed and empty.

A timid smile etched its way on the corners of your lips, tracing hearts on the paper as you held it close to your chest. Delusion was embedded into your blood, and Tom Riddle charged into that every chance he got. Even if it meant at the risk of his own secrecy.

[f0ofishies]

Omen, Gekko, Chamber

how'd they'd text you + impressions

what Omen thinks of you? He thinks you're the stark of contrast of his existence, and yet you both could spend hours talking. But that doesn't mean you guys are close. You're such an oddball, disturbing him all the time even when you're both away from missions. He'll always be cold, try melting his heart. (Does Omen even have one?)

"No— I won't teach you how to knit.. Don't show that to each agent!"

Gekko

What Gekko thinks of you? Being one of the newer agents together, he thinks you'll get along with him. You both are closer in age, being mostly the younger agents. He's bonded with you in one mission before, he'll always brighten your days up. Though you don't talk all the time, it's always nice to chat with you.. he won't tell why would he?

"Look at wingman, I think he's really warming up to you. Huh? No way! He likes me more of course..!"

Chamber

What Chamber thinks of you? He thinks you're fun to tease with, being one of the newer agents after all. To think you wanted to learn French might've made him miss home... in the deep crevices of his heart. No, he would never tell you that or anything else personal. To him, it's all just flirts, maybe you could break that player ideology in him.

"My, to think you'd be this tipsy already? Non, drink more, I've got the bill."

[midnightkennedy]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 || 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍.

author's note: you can find the men's version right over here.

warnings: slight angst, major fluff, slight toxic behaviour.

characters included: 𝗔𝗱𝗮, 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗷𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗮.

,'✿— 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 —⁠✿,'

𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐆

she memorises your habits but doesn't let you learn hers, she knows everything about your schedule from your doctor's appointments to the way you behave when you're nervous. you don't know anything about her.

she doesn't verbally says 'i love you' but buys you things that you didn't ask for, your missing jacket? replaced with a brand new expensive one. favorite chocolates from another country? a whole bag is kept on the countertop. you really wanted that special edition merch hoodie? you now have two.

has a habit of staring at your lips when you talk.

she disappears for weeks on end, but when she comes back all bruised and bloody, you kiss her like none of it ever bothered you.

Doesn't let you go on her phone. Ever.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

has a habit of mothering you, it's her way of showing you love. extra blankets whenever you feel cold, your favourite home cooked meal whenever you feel like it. packed lunches. It's an old habit.

she gives you her jacket when she's the one who's freezing. has a habit of overcommitting and doesn't know when to draw a line.

leaves emergency med kits all over the house as if it's a battle zone.

accidentally over-parents you. it's out of fear of the fact she wasn't able to protect her brother's peace or sherry's childhood. maybe she can protect you.

cuddles like a koala.

𝐉𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

she doesn't hold your hand when she's nervous, she holds your wrist. she needs to feel your pulse to know that you're actually here.

she NEVER lets you see her breakdown, but more often than not you find her sitting on the shower floor, with the water running ice cold.

she smells like antiseptic all the time, even at home, even in bed. she has a habit of scrubbing herself raw in the shower.

she organises your drawers and shelves because it's oddly peaceful for her.

says "text me when you get there" even if it's the grocery store.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐌

reads in bed and always falls asleep on your chest.

she decorates the place with little trinkets, silly cat mugs, colourful dreamcatchers and those goofy ahh rugs.

you guys need to have everything matching together, toothbrushes, t-shirts, mugs, even handguns. she throws a fit if you deny.

has a habit of over-apologizing.

buys you veryyy expensive things and is very nonchalant about it, you once mentioned your dream of having your own private jet. guess what happened the next morning.

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒

has a habit of keeping a mental record of your bruises or scrapes, makes sure every little scratch has been properly treated.

diagnoses your moods as symptoms. "you're acting irritable, did you just have coffee for breakfast again?".

has built you a medicine cabinet enough to treat an army.

sleeps with her phone on full volume with the loudest ringtone known to man.

has a toxic habit of using her kindness as a leverage against you. "after all that I've done for you?".

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆~!

[jellybonbons]

ROOMMATE ANTICS MASTERLIST

🎬 Welcome to "Roommate Antics," where we dive into the unpredictable, hilarious, and heartwarming world of four college students sharing an apartment! Meet our cast: Leon, the ex fuckboy stoic yet secretly soft-hearted gamer; Chris, the laid-back and sometimes oblivious nerd jock; Rebecca, the sassy sweet and smart bio major; and our protagonist, whose quirky and relatable adventures you'll follow.

🍿 Stay tuned for random shenanigans, heartfelt moments, and the pure joy of friendship in "Roommate Antics," where every day is an adventure and every episode brings something new!

🎥 Pairings: Leon Kennedy x reader, Chris Redfield x reader (platonic), Rebecca Chambers x reader (platonic)

Main story: Shared Apartment, Shared Feelings

⭐️ Guest stars: ???

This show is rated 16+ and contains strong language and mature themes. Viewer discretion is advised.

EPISODE ONE: Need a bra?

EPISODE TWO: Iced Coffee War

EPISODE THREE: TBA

❗️Disclaimers:

Reader will be gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

All episodes will be short (less than 1k words or more).

Audiences: (taglist)

@roseglazedlens @laceycoffins @emilykolchivans @naomisaki @burgandylover

@getosbeloved @angelstargel @delulusimps @leonw4nter @ellieslaces

let me know in the comments if you want to be added to the taglist!

[l0serloki]

Birthday

Your birthday with Val Men!

(Cypher, Sova, Yoru, Chamber)

A/N : AM I REALLY BACK?? ARE U SEEING A POST FROM THE LOSERLOKI?? the world may never know.

masterlist

Cypher : 

Cypher knows your birthday. You hadn’t even mentioned it to anyone and yet the moment you woke up he greeted you with a gift.

The gift itself was something you had been looking at on amazon.. How did he know this? The world may never know.

“Happy Birthday little bug. I hope today is well for you.” 

He doesn’t let anyone else know of your birthday but he does spoil you throughout the day with your favorite snacks and drinks. Other agents start to think he’s slowly losing his mind.

As you opened your bedroom door you let out a squeal. The last thing you were expecting to see was Cypher standing in front waiting for you. 

“Good morning and happy birthday.” He shuffles a gift into your hands and your eyes widen.

“I didn’t tell you it was my birthday today? Also were you waiting here all morning?” You’re not disappointed with the gift, far from it, but you still were a bit shocked.

“Don’t worry about that. I am sure you will like your gift. And I went to buy your favorites. Everything should be to your liking.” You could hear the grin in Cypher’s voice as you stared down at the item you had been wanting for a while. You shouldn’t be surprised, you knew he had quite the web of information on people. While it should probably perturb you at the least, you were just happy to not have to spend your birthday in silence.

“Thank you Cypher.”  You give him a hug which he returns quickly, his fingers tapping at your back. 

“Anytime.”

Sova : 

Sova tries to make something really thoughtful. Like a sweater or a plush. He asks Omen to help him knit something.

He will try to get everyone together with some food and drinks. He wants you to have a memorable day!

If they’re too much though he will automatically notice and whisk you away. As long as you’re happy he is too!

“Happy Birthday!” The agents cheered as Sova led you into the dining hall. There was decorations around and an array of gifts set out to the side. Sova gave you a soft smile as his hand rubbed at your back.

“You guys..!” Your eyes widened as everyone shuffled you towards the table. You could feel tears prick at your eyes at the amount of effort everyone put in just for you.

“Sova did a lot of work to get this altogether! Don’t thank us, we just showed up.” Phoenix shoots Sova a wink as everyone begins to settle down for food. You look next to you as Sova puts his hands up in a ‘it’s nothing’ motion and blushes. You can’t help but laugh at the adorable face and give his hand a quick squeeze.

“Thank you Sova. You’re too kind.”

“It’s really nothing. I hope to make your day the best. You deserve it.”

Yoru : 

Expect teasing. Even if he does care, he will not show it easily.

“You definitely look old. I’m sure you’ll be able to use your wrinkles as a purse next year.” 

He will get you something that’s more suited towards his hobbies but he means well! 

“Since you always bother me about the motorcycle rides being cold.” He shrugs as he gives you a new motorcycle jacket. He even added matching patches to twin with him. (Not that he would admit).

He will buy you dinner as well but don’t mention it or he will get grumpy.

“What is this Yoru?” You raised an eyebrow with a grin as he handed you a thick leather jacket. His cheeks tinged with red as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t go getting a big head. Just because I got you one thing for your birthday does not mean you are special. I am just tired of hearing you complain about how cold it is on the motorcycle.” Yoru pushes the garment into your hands and you notice the matching patches on the side. Your heart swells at the sentiment. You knew he wasn’t great with wording his emotions but he definitely put thought into this.

“You’re too kind ‘Ru. We should use it tonight to get dinner.” You add with hope and he just sighs.

“Yeah yeah.. I guess it would only be smart. Be outside by eight or I will leave you.” He grunts as he moves to leave.

“And Ru?” You add and the man turns around. “Thank you.” 

Yoru’s face goes even more red than you thought was humanly possible as he tries to adjust his hair to keep cool.

“Whatever.”

Chamber : 

Chamber likes to be coordinated. He’s set up lots for you both to do throughout the day. Unless you specifically tell him not to weeks before.

He will give you a few gifts throughout the day, just small things. Trinkets that reminded him of you or stuff he thought you would like. 

He will take you both out to a nice lunch and let you shop, saying it’s on him if you see anything you like. (It takes stress off of him to make sure you get the best gift.)

“Happy Birthday, my dear. I hope today is up to your standards. If there is anything I can do to make it better.. Don’t hesitate.”

“Is your food good? Do you want more to drink?” Chamber says quickly as he watches you eat. You can’t help but chuckle at his anxious attitude, reaching for his hand.

“It’s perfect, just calm down and enjoy your meal. If something was wrong I would tell you.”

Chamber seems to relax a bit more as he leans back in his chair and squeezes your hand.

“I only want the best for you. It’s not every day that it is your birthday after all.” He hums and you can’t help but smile. He’s always so thoughtful and kind. Despite what the many agents back at base thought. Not that their opinion on him had ever mattered.

“Thank you honey. Today has been great.” 

Great was an understatement. He let you run around to your favorite stores, smiling and nodding along to anything you found of interest. He spoiled you with small gifts and snacks, and now such a fine dinner. 

“Anything for you.” He gave you a soft smile as his lips brushed your knuckles. You felt your heart jump at the small action and you let out a small laugh.

“Eat your damn food.” You wave off the affection and he only chuckles.

“So defensive. But whatever you want.” He shrugs as he digs back into the food. It was safe to say your birthday was a success.

[roseglazedlens]

Okay let's forget about all the agents Kennedy, alcohol and trauma in RC, Ada...ect,and turn to Leon s Kennedy as Your husband's policeman 36years is receiving a promotion to Chief Police Officer cuz I can't see my bbguy suffer more :(,you can add some nsfw if you want to

thank you for requesting lovely! i'm sorry i write so much angst hahhaha, but here is a change of pace! i've never written anything purely fluff (lol) and so many characters, so this is a challenge! i hope you enjoy!

⦑ take me home ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x gn! reader synopsis: you throw a surprise party for your boyfriend's last day at work after his job promotion. content: pure fluff, established relationship, flirting, alcohol, leon is tipsy, but he's cute & not depressed ab it. claire, rebecca, jill & chris works in RPD. « 1 k words┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreciated! »

Today is an unusual sight for the usually hectic police department in Raccoon City. The office is adorned with balloons, garlands, and laughter, celebrating not just the promotion of a well-loved officer, Leon S. Kennedy, but also his farewell as he relocates to a new precinct.

You should be happy for your boyfriend – and you are – but part of you will miss watching over his figure from your desk, casting flirtatious grins back and forth in attempts to distract each other from the rigorous paperwork.

A banner suspends between the light fixtures, observing the lopsided words ‘CONGRATULATIONS’, strings twisted into the knot. The culprit of this handiwork, Chris, puffs out his chest proudly, while Rebecca looks at him in disbelief.

“Chris, leave the decorations to Rebecca, please.” You break apart the squabble forming between them. Rebecca smirks as Chris descends the ladder, defeated. “Don’t forget everyone, this is supposed to be a surprise.”

“Claire, where is the card?” You interrogate the next person in your line of sight, who happens to be Claire. All whilst you signal Rebecca to tilt the banner slightly upwards. “Has everyone signed?”

“Yep. It’s just you left.” She hands over the card, before resuming to the case files on her computer.

The card scrawls with heartfelt blessings from your team, a lot of ‘good lucks’, ‘we’ll miss you’, and nostalgia when he was just a rookie. He worked hard for ten years to be a sergeant, and you know he deserves this.

You pick up your pen – contemplating the words to express how amazing he is, how you will love him forever, how you will miss the sneaky make-out sessions in the work janitor’s closet.

…Marvin will be so proud of you. Yours, ....

The vibration in your pocket cuts you off mid-sentence – Jill. She is supposed to be on the case with Leon for another thirty minutes. You read the text out loud.

“I can't hold him back much longer, we're on our way. ETA in five minutes!!”

The floor scrambles in panic to finalise their positions. Rebecca quickly secures the banner with some tape. Claire is passing party poppers. Chris is putting away the ladder to the storeroom.

As Jill enters the space with Leon following behind, all the confetti releases at once.

The rainbow plastic ribbons catching in his hair like stardust in sand. You catch a glimpse of surprise in his reaction, following with a light on the corner of his lips.

“To Leon!” your team lifts their glasses high in the air, sipping beers and cocktails all night. Leon is the star tonight – you can barely talk to him without two other people buying him drinks all night along.

You catch him a whole two hours later in the circle booth, after some of the crowd has dispersed, his cheeks redden from the many drinks consumed all in a few hours. You squeeze yourself through three different people to sit yourself next to Leon.

“Having fun?” You try to get his attention by nudging at his forearm. “Don’t get too drunk though, I have to take you home.”

Leon lifts his gaze, when he sees you right by him, a grin tug at his face almost immediately. His cerulean eyes somehow more glazy than usual.

“Thank you for doing all of this. You are so good for me.” Despite the scent of beer merging with his breath, the grin on his face remains childlike. One that you only see in his drunkenness, which he lets down his guard to show more of his emotional side.

“Everyone helped. Not just me.” You are thinking how cute Leon looks when he’s drunk. “You are well-loved in here. I’m just the facilitator.”

“How about you work for me?” Leon brings the back of your palm to his lips. “I can pull some strings, now that I’m sergeant.”

“Sergeant Kennedy, using your influence for personal goals? It’s not even your first day.” You quip with a slight chuckle.

“And what if I am?” He peppers kisses from your palm to your fingers, the faint heat from his lips sizzle through your nerves. “Sure you’ll enjoy less time on the field, and more time in my office.”

“Well, if that’s the case.” You decide to let this banter go on a little further. “I expect to be well-compensated for my extra duties.”

“That will depend on your performance.” He raises a sassy eyebrow, pulling you closer until your noses touch.

“Good thing I always hit my KPI’s.”

“I do like a hardworking employee…”

Eyes fluttering shut slowly, you smile into the kiss. His lips lay gently on yours, sucking slightly at your cupid’s bow. Your bodies move closer, so close that you rests your hand on Leon’s thigh for support. The kiss deepens further, sloppier, tongues intertwined until…

“Ahem.” Chris clears his throat loudly, snapping you back to the present.

You open your eyes to find the whole table staring at the two of you. Your gaze finds its way to Jill, which she immediately, most awkwardly, rolls her eyes to the ceiling as if there is something to see there. Claire is nonchalant, sipping her beer and simply enjoying the scene.

You retract the tongue that is still shoved in Leon’s mouth. A hint of pink is running up your cheeks, you don’t need to see it to feel it. Leon, however, is unphased by the attention from his coworkers. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s knowing that he won’t be seeing these guys next Monday.

“So… next rounds on me. Who’s in?” Chris attempts to diffuse the awkwardness, which earns a few curt nods from the table.

Leon holds you by the hand, picking you up from the seat. “Sorry Chris, we’re gonna call it. It’s been a long night. Thanks for the party, everyone.”

You two shuffle past Chris and Jill out of the booth, after a round of hugs with everyone, you can practically feel Leon sprinting out the bar.

“How ‘bout we continue where we left off at my place?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper red. It seems like he will be the one to take you home tonight instead.

thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose. tags: @carlosgf @sporeghost (pm me for tags) © roseglazedlens - please do not repost, plagiarise, or feed to ai.

[tomriddlehyperfixataion]

Tom Riddle x Reader Masterlist

Oneshots

One was enough-Horcrux Toms x Reader-Smutshot

A perfect match- Tom gets love potioned and becomes obsessed with (y/n), thankfully she gets him the antidote but he is now genuinely interested. romance, and murder, ensues.

Switching worlds-(y/n) gets into an accident and ends up switching with a Harry potter version of herself, who is somehow dating the young dark lord. Tom does everything in his power to make sure his (y/n) comes back. smut included

The girl who shattered time-Long fic! (y/n) gets sent back to the 40's by a broken time turner during the battle of Hogwarts. She cant get home on her own, during this time-she develops a rivalry with Tom Riddle, the Slytherin Prefect; then they fall in love, then she finds out he's Voldemort (Happy end)

Through time and space, you're mine.(The girl who shattered time alt end); (y/n) goes back to her time instead of staying with Tom, but he followers her in an unexpected way. But there's no dark lord so....yay???

Through time and space; you're mine (Part 2!); (y/n) eventually meets Core Tom and Thomas(Voldemort and his 'son'), ending up at the Riddle manor for the whole summer. she eventually comes to terms with this new reality and allows herself to love him again. (SMUT)

New perfume? Smutshot- (y/n)'s perfume gets tampered with Amortentia and Tom goes hogwild for it.

A Fathers love-less of an X reader(but still has (y/n) included) and more a story about Mattheo Riddle and his father Voldemort. Mattheo calls out for his dad-needing to be saved. Voldemort doesnt disappoint.

Happy Memory- Tom tries and fails to produce a patronus, its not till his favorite nuisance helps him find a powerful memory to make one that matches hers.

Vamp! reader x Tom- theres a vampire that is lurking around the forbidden forest, Tom doesnt really care until he notices a fellow student looking ill, and has a hunch. smut included.

Salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink.- Tom takes a whiff of Amortentia and discovers a load of scents he didnt know he liked. he figures out all these scents actually belong to his best friend.

Panic- DADA class has a practical lesson with Boggarts. Tom has a panic attack in reaction to his boggart and (y/n) helps.

fuck you(my pleasure) Fem Tom x Fem reader- Tiana Riddle hated (y/n). she really did...right? (shorter fic, smut included)

Stupid with love-more of a funny fic/platonic x reader- Tom thinks love is stupid-he just doesnt get it! (y/n) on the other hand is just like 'dude you're ace, not broken.'

mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry. mom-; Tom Riddle is a simp for his buff hufflepuff quidditch player of a girlfriend. (blurb)

teaching-(y/n) thinks her boyfriend Tom sucks at kissing. Tom takes it as a teaching moment. (blurb)

Weirdo- (y/n) bites Tom. he thinks his girlfriend is weird. (blurb)

stained- Tom let (y/n) buy new lipstick. big mistake. (blurb)

Cheated- Tom's girlfriend cheats on him with (y/n)'s boyfriend. on valentine's day no less. Tom and (y/n) get their revenge and end up falling in love. smut included.

Craving-smutshot; (y/n) is craving her boyfriend. he obliges.

The bet- (y/n) bets Tom she can make him whimper within 5 minutes. he thinks otherwise.

imagine-you're a fashion designer and Tom is your personal model.(art included :D)

Herbology Detention, smutshot- Tom somehow gets detention and ends up knocking into a plant that is a natural aphrodisiac (wonderful idea in a school full of hormone-ridden teens), (y/n) is with him, and his only option.

imagine-a relationship with Tom. (how you (blank) fic)

Golden hour- Tom is utterly in love with (y/n) before they're even together, and also while they're together. just shit ton of fluff with smut at the end, mostly Tom just being a dork.

Truth or Drink(and spin the bottle), smutshot- Tom gets dared to admit who he wants to snog-he doesn't, but he does get a kiss from the girl hes wanted to snog. he kisses her back. They have sex in the common room.

his musician-Tom overhears the violin music of a fellow student, one he doesn't catch a glimpse of till much later.

Haunted- Tom uses the basilisk to make his first Horcrux-except something else latches onto his diary, and then-to himself.

playing house- (y/n) and Tom meet again after many years, and very quickly-things change in her life.(stalker Tom)

his right-hand woman-(y/n) is Voldemort's closest follower, Bellatrix gets jealous.

meeting the mother - Tom has (y/n) meet his mother.(blurb less than 800 words)

Bunny Bunny- (y/n) accidentally uses bunny hair in her polyjuice potion and gains bunny ears and a bunny tail. Tom cant keep his hands to himself.

Odd Pair- Tom and (y/n) Lovegood are...odd together, but good, her easy going airy demeanor easing his troubles, even when he's buried in school work.

No innocents- The order takes Voldemort's wife in an attempt to make her betray him-to give up information. She refuses. her death results in Voldemort taking revenge for his wife.(inspired by castlevania)ANGST

Morning distraction- Anon request; (y/n) distracts Tom from his morning workout with a kiss.

Multipart fics

The diary of Tom Riddle(just a link to the main masterlist for that, im too lazy to go through all them lol) 6 parts Total with 3 different endings.

The dark lords Nanny (y/n) becomes Tom Riddle's, or lord Voldemort's, nanny for his two-week old son since no other nanny seems capable of handling the boy, or at least seem capable of NOT trying to seduce the dark lord. as she grows attached to Mattheo, and Mattheo to her, another relationship blooms between her and Tom.

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

The summer of 1942 Tom's orphanage chooses to send its children into the countryside for the summer-that includes Tom. He ends up going to a classmates house and they run a dog shelter. He ends up having the best summer ever, making new friends, and developing a new appreciation for animals. And beignets.

Part 1 Part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13

Wild Uncharted waters Tom gets saved from drowning by a fellow student-he doesnt remember their face-only their voice. it becomes his mission to find this-siren.

Skeleton-part 2 to wild uncharted waters. Tom found his siren, now its onto (y/n)'s pov. and someones stalking her.

Rumor has it Rumor has it Tom Riddle has a crush, on who? no one knows but him. but it wont stay secret for long. Part two- they're married and in love now and have a kid. so much fluff in both parts.

Not sorry for loving you Tom and (y/n) are childhood friends, they fall in love, but Tom is doomed to have a tragic story, leaving (y/n) to suffer alone.

Part 1 Part 2 Alt Part 2 (happy ending)

How did we get here?(i used to know you so well) Old story! 2023; Tom and (y/n) have a hidden relationship at hogwarts, he falls for her hard, she cant help but to fall for him to, but Tom is doomed for tragedy, and she's forced to watch him fall into darkness, refusing to follow.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

To be regularly updated!

[onlyangel4]

the next chapter. cody rhodes.

cody rhodes x pregnant!reader

synopsis: both you and cody are looking forward to being parents and an unexpected moment with a young fan gives you a glimpse into the future.

author's note: this is a requested piece and follows a very similar premise to littlest fan

shopping had always been something you enjoyed, but now that you were pregnant, it felt even more special. picking out tiny onesies, soft blankets, and little socks made everything feel more real. after such a long time being together you and cody were going to be parents soon, and every little shopping trip reminded you of how close you were to meeting your baby girl

today, cody had an off day, and while he would have been perfectly content lounging on the couch, you managed to convince him to take a trip to the mall. he had grumbled about it muttering under his breath about you already having plenty of baby clothes but the moment he saw how excited you were, he gave in.

"okay, explain this to me", cody said, following you into a baby boutique, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. "how does someone who isn’t even born yet have a bigger wardrobe than me?"

you smirked as you pulled a tiny onesie from the rack. it was a cute little light pink flower onesie all hand made.

"because she’s going to be the best dressed baby in the world" you said matter of factly, holding it up. "tell me this isn’t adorable."

cody let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "you’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?"

you grinned, about to respond when something caught your eye near the store entrance. a little boy, maybe seven or eight years old, stood beside his father, rocking a cody rhodes t-shirt and a matching white zip-up jacket with the ever so familiar american nightmare logo on the back. He was talking animatedly to his dad about something, his excitement practically radiating from him.

your heart melted instantly.

you instantly tugged on cody's sleeve, and when he turned to look at you. you gestured toward the kid. "look at that."

cody followed your gaze, a smirk forming as he took in the boy’s full outfit. "now that’s a future champion right there."

you had an idea, and from the way your eyes sparkled mischievously, cody already knew what was coming.

"you should go say hi" you suggested, nudging him.

cody arched an eyebrow. "you trying to make me cry in the middle of a baby store?"

you giggled. "i mean, you do love a good emotional moment. and i'm all pumped full of hormones"

cody sighed dramatically but couldn’t hide his grin. "alright, alright let’s do this."

he took a step back, making sure he was out of sight while you made your way over to the boy and his father.

"that’s a really cool jacket" you said with a warm smile.

the boy turned to look at you, his blue eyes lighting up immediately. "thanks! cody rhodes is my favourite wrestler!"

"oh yeah?" you crouched slightly to meet his height, hand resting on your stomach, "what do you like about him?"

the kid’s excitement went into overdrive. "he never gives up! and he fights for what’s right! and his entrance is the coolest, when i grow up, i want be just like him!"

your heart swelled at his enthusiasm.

"you know" you glanced toward where your husband was hiding. "i think cody would love to hear that himself."

the boy tilted his head in confusion.

right on cue, cody stepped forward, hands still tucked into his hoodie.

"well, good thing i am cody rhodes" he said casually.

the little boy froze.

for a solid three seconds, he didn’t move, didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe. then, his entire face lit up like it was Christmas morning.

"DAD" he gasped, gripping his father’s sleeve. "OH MY GOD DAD, IT’S CODY RHODES!"

his father chuckled, clearly amused by his son’s reaction. "i see him, bud."

Cody crouched down to the boy’s level, resting his arms on his knees. "i heard you’re a big fan."

the boy nodded so fast you were afraid he might get whiplash. "you’re the best wrestler ever!"

Cody smirked. "you think so? in the entire company?"

the boy hesitated, his eyes flicking around like he was making sure someone like roman wasn’t lurking in the store, ready to challenge his answer.

"you can say it" you teased. "it’s a safe space."

finally, the kid grinned. "your way better than everyone!"

cody clutched his chest dramatically. "that means a lot, little man."

The boy practically bounced on his feet. "i watch all your matches! i was so happy when you finished your story"

cody felt his chest tighten at that, the fact that his story could resonate with a young boy did manage to bring tears to his eyes

cody snapped himself out of that emotional state and looked at the boy and grinned. "well i think you at home cheering for me was the reason i won" he reached into his hoodie pocket, pulling out a black marker. "how about i sign your jacket? that way, you’ve got proof we met, you can even have a picture"

the boy’s jaw dropped. "YES, PLEASE!"

as cody signed his sleeve, his father turned to you, his expression soft. "you guys are going to be the best parents."

you blinked, caught off guard. "you think so?"

he nodded, smiling. "the way you two are? that kid of yours will be so loved."

you glanced over at cody, who had finished signing and was now posing for a picture with the boy in the wackiest ways imaginable making you laugh.

yeah.

you already knew your little one was going to have the best dad in the world.

and you couldn’t wait.

as cody ruffled the kid’s hair one last time, the boy beamed up at him. "cody?"

"yeah, little man?"

the kid straightened his shoulders. like this was the most serious conversation of his life "do you think i could be in the nightmare family one day?"

cody grinned. "oh, for sure. you’ve already got the jacket, the attitude. that’s half the battle right there."

the boy gasped. "really?"

"really" cody confirmed, giving him a fist bump. "but you have to promise me one thing."

the kid nodded eagerly. "anything!"

cody leaned in slightly, lowering his voice like he was letting him in on a big secret. "always finish the story."

the boy’s face lit up as he nodded enthusiastically. "i will!"

cody chuckled, glancing back at you as you gave him a soft, knowing smile.

as you walked out of the store together, you could still hear the boy’s excited voice behind you:

" I JUST MET CODY RHODES!"

you glanced up at your husband, who was grinning ear to ear.

"that never gets old, does it?" you asked.

cody shook his head, draping an arm over your shoulders. "nope. and it never will."

you smiled, resting a hand on your belly.

your baby was going to have one hell of a dad.

and you couldn’t wait to see cody be her biggest fan.

[writer-freak]

Waking up with them | Valo x reader

Characters: Yoru, Gekko, Chamber, Phoenix, Viper and Reyna

Warnings: Gn reader, fluff, kissing, english isn't my first language

A/n: I really wanna write more this year so I'm currently working on a request rules post. Hope that I can finish it soon but I also wanna make it aesthetic so we'll see. <3

Yoru

Yoru’s usually the first one up, like 95% of the time, but getting up? that’s a whole different story. He’s not a morning person, so he tends to stay in bed for quite a while. He just loves how quiet the early morning is, just sitting there watching the sunlight illuminate the room. It’s one of the moments where he lets himself soften up a bit, just looking at you peacefully sleeping.

When it comes to waking you up, he’s not exactly the gentlest, but he’s got his own sweet way of doing it. He might brush your hair out of your face or lean in close to directly say something like, “Oi, wake up already.” in your ear.

If you’re being extra stubborn , he’ll start teasing you, tickling you or covering you collarbone and neck with kisses and hickeys until you finally groan and get up, which just makes him smirk.

On lazy mornings, he might stay in bed with you longer than usual, leaning on one elbow while he traces random patterns on your skin with his fingers or just holding you close to him.

And he espacially loves those quiet moments for a bit of light teasing with you. If you suggest staying in bed even longer, he’s secretly all for it, though he’ll pretend it’s just to humor you.

On busier days he'll make sure you're both up and ready to go on time. While Yoru’s not a morning person, so he can be a little grumpy, but he still takes charge in this situation. If you’re dragging your feet, don’t be surprised if he wraps his arms around you from behind and growls something like, “Come on, let’s go, slowpoke.”

Yoru doesn’t usually do the whole “affectionate” thing, but mornings are a bit different. He loves noticing the little details about you, like how messy your hair gets or the way you bury your face in the pillow. Every now and then, he’ll pull you into a kiss that starts out slow and lazy but quickly gets heated, it’s his way of soaking in your presence before the day kicks off.

Gekko

You’re usually the first one up since Gekko tends to sleep like a rock. He’s often sprawled out across the bed, one arm thrown over you making it harder for you to get up.

If you’re the one waking him up, it’s probably by tracing circles on his chest or sneaking soft kisses on his cheek. When he finally stirs, his first move is to pull you closer, mumbling in that half-asleep, raspy voice, “Five more minutes…”

If he’s the one waking you up (on the rare occasions), it’s really soft and playful. He’ll kiss your forehead and grin as he whispers, “Good morning, beautiful.”

On more lazy mornings, Gekko loves staying in bed with you as long as you’ll let him. His little buddies usually hop onto the bed to join in the cuddles, making it even cozier.

Breakfast tends to be slightly chaotic with everyone involved, but despite that he can never get enough of your laugh as you both try (and maybe fail) to cook together.

Even on busy days, Gekko’s mornings are a bit slow but always shows his care for you. If you aren't going out together he’ll make sure you’re all set before he heads out, giving you a long kiss and throwing in a “Don’t miss me too much.”

Physical touch is totally Gekko’s thing, so he’s always finding a way to be close, wrapping an arm around you or resting his chin on your shoulder.

On those slower mornings, he loves whispering sweet things into your ear or shares whatever random dream he had. Sometimes those moments turn into soft, passionate kisses that make it really hard to actually get out of bed.

Chamber

Chamber’s always up early. By the time you wake up, he’s either already perfectly dressed or sipping his espresso looking like straight out of a café ad. He always loves watching you wake up, you're groggy appearance making a soft smile appear on his lips.

If you’re still asleep but need to get up, he leans in to press a kiss to your temple or gently nudge your shoulder while murmuring, “Mon amour, it’s time to wake up.” On the rare occasion you’re the one waking him, you’ll catch him looking entirely relaxed, his hair a little messy, his whole vibe softer than usual.

On lazy mornings, Chamber doesn’t mind indulging. He’ll stay in bed with you, running his hands over your body or lightly tracing your lips with his thumb. And of course, breakfast is brought to you, he insists on spoiling you, no arguments allowed.

On busy mornings, he’s all about efficiency. He’s never really in a rush, but everything he does feels intentional. He’ll help you get ready, whether it’s tying your tie or brushing lint off your shirt. Before heading out, he’ll kiss your hand, a quiet little promise that he’ll be back for you.

Chamber has this way of taking care of you that feels so effortless. Whether it’s handing you your morning coffee or pulling you in for a tender kiss, it’s just second nature to him. On slower mornings, he’s completely unhurried, his touch lingers, his kisses teasing and light or deep enough to leave you completely breathless.

Phoenix

Phoenix is usually the first one up, full of energy and ready to go. But if he’s had a late night, he’ll totally sleep in and cling to you like you’re his favorite teddy bear.

If he wakes up before you, he’ll playfully shake you awake, announcing something like, “Babe, the world needs us” On the flip side, if you’re the one waking him, he’ll groggily pull you back into bed with a cheeky grin, muttering, “Just a few minutes longer.”

Lazy mornings with Phoenix are always fun. He might suggest breakfast in bed or turn on some music and tries to get you to dance with him. You’ll probably end up in his arms, laughing as he spins you around the kitchen.

On busy mornings, he’s quick but always thoughtful, making sure that both of you are ready for the day. He’ll give you a goodbye kiss with a wink and throw in a playful “Don’t forget to miss me.”

Phoenix always wants to make sure there is a smile on your face, whether it’s cracking a silly joke or surprising you with a quick kiss. On slower days, he loves nuzzling into your neck and covering you in kisses until you’re giggling. His touch is always incredibly warm, and his affection usually ends in some flirty banter that makes you unwilling to get out of bed.

Viper

Viper’s always up first, sticking to her routine. She loves the quiet silence of the early morning and usually lets you sleep a bit longer.

When she does wake you, it’s gentle, a soft touch on your shoulder and a calm, “It’s time to get up.” On the rare occasion she lets herself relax, she might lean down and press a kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering just a bit longer than usual.

Lazy mornings with Viper feel special. She really treasures those rare chances to just slow down, maybe reading a book while you rest your head on her lap, or sitting with you on the balcony, quietly enjoying the morning together.

On busy mornings, her routine is very efficient, but she always makes sure you’re ready too. If you’re dragging behind, she’ll guide you with a gentle hand on your back and a firm but caring tone to keep you moving.

Viper’s way of showing affection is subtle, but it means so much. She might brush her fingers along your jaw or let her hand rest on yours during breakfast, these little gestures that speak volumes. And when her control slips on rare mornings, her kisses get deeper and more intense, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

Reyna

Reyna likes to wake up on her own terms. If there’s nothing pressing, she’ll happily stay in bed with you, soaking up the warmth and comfort for as long as she can.

When she’s the one waking you, it’s with a low, “Good morning, mi amor” as her lips trail softly along your shoulder. But if you’re the one waking her, don’t expect to leave easily, she’ll pull you back into her arms with a sly smile, teasing, “Leaving already?”

Lazy mornings with Reyna are pure bliss. She loves taking it slow, having intimate conversations, and sharing lingering touches. Breakfast feels almost luxurious, with her feeding you bites of food or sipping her coffee while sitting close to you so that she can touch you.

On busy mornings, she’s more composed, moving at her own pace. But when her eyes land on you, there’s always a softness there. Before heading out, she’ll pull you in for a kiss, deep and searing, her hand gently cradling your face.

Reyna’s protective side really comes out in the early mornings through tender gestures, tucking your hair behind your ear, stroking your cheek, or whispering sweet affirmations. Her kisses effortlessly go from soft and sweet to passionate, leaving you feeling cherished and utterly adored.

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Hey so I’m at elimination chamber, CM Punk is so damm attractive it’s insane

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The Price of Immortality

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Pairing:Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: Tom Riddle is haunted by grief and realizes that his immortality has destined him to an eternity of loneliness.

Warnings: This story includes violence, self-harm, and dark themes.

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Similarly to a peaceful atmosphere of the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle sat in the cold. Firm and structured , the statue of Salazar Slytherin's eyes stared down at him. The edges of the locket dug into his flesh as he gripped it more tightly. The basilisk muttered softly somewhere in the darkness, its enormous folds moving against the slippery stone.

This was meant to be the feeling of victory, wasn't it?

Her voice, yet, refused to leave him.

She had whispered, "Tom," as she stood in the light last night, her wand trembling in her hand. "You've lost a lot already. How much farther will you go until you are completely disappeared?

Something that felt sharper than any cutting had been in her eyes even then. Fear wasn't the reason behind it. It was awful. I feel regretful.

"I don't need saving," he had said coldly, his tone controlled yet sharp, laced with the poison of numerous scars he would not admit existed. "Especially from you."

For a split second, she had sighed. Then the fire in her eyes burned hotter than he could stand, and her stare increased. That burning was something he despised. He hated the sense of fragility as being exposed and having been seen that it provided him.

She had said, "You think you're a dark lord," in a more composed, nearly regretful tone. However, you're not. You are nothing more than a scared boy pretending to be powerful”

The words had struck deeper than any curse. He had felt something stir inside him, something raw and fragile that he thought he had buried long ago. He’d wanted to hurt her for that, for daring to reach a part of him he didn’t want to acknowledge. So he had done the only thing he could.

He had killed her.

It had been quick, clinical, like all the others. A flash of green light, and her body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. But as he stood over her, wand still raised, something in him had shattered.

He always chose care to avoid having her blood on his hands. However, he knew it. It was in the silence that followed, in the air around him. The space felt harshly empty without her because she filled so much of the area.

Tom sat back against the Chamber's cool stone wall and closed his eyes. Her face remained like an oath in his memory, and he could still see it. He didn't want to think of her death, but in life.

He noticed the small smile she tried to hide when she thought no one was paying attention and the way her hair kissed sunlight when she leaned over an ancient book in the library. On one of those long, lost evenings in the Room of Requirement, he heard her laugh, taunting and gentle, as she beat him in a duel. Only she had the audacity to challenge him, to match his brilliance with her own.

However, she is no longer here. And, Tom had made sure that nobody else would ever come close to his heart like she had.

As if it were carrying the weight of everything he destroyed to make it, the locket felt heavier than it should have in his hand. He opened it and stared at his own image on the shining surface. Yet the face that stared back at him was flawless—strong, gathered, and calm. It wasn't real, though and he was the cause of that.

That face had always been clear to himr. It was why she had to die and the reason she had been dangerous to him.

She had walked toward him that previous evening and murmured, "You don't have to do this," in a voice that broke. "You're better at this."

But, he wasn't.

The outside of his hand dug into his palm until blood flowed up as he closed it around the locket yet again. The discomfort was something he welcomed. The only thing that felt real now was that.

With its huge head going in anticipation of his order, the basilisk slithered closer. He immediately stretched a hand to caress its coated skin.

He said, "Kill for me," and the words echoed through the walls.

The snake hissed in acceptance, but Tom's thoughts were somewhere else . The empty space she left behind was unable to be filled by blood or strength.

In the end, she had been right and wrong.

He was now an immortal being.

And immortal beings were always alone.

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A/N: okay guys be proud of me cause I actully wrote something that is longer… anyways this is kinda sad maybe I’ll write like something cute later…