#fluffy one shot

[daryltwdixon]

Joel Miller x Reader Creature Comforts

Just a little somethin' fluffy with domestic Joel, no outbreak, reader likes trash reality tv because I like trash reality tv

Summary: Waking up to your period wasn’t the start you wanted, and by the time you get home, you’re completely wrecked. But Joel already knows exactly what you need.

God, the sun was so fucking bright. Had the sun always been this damn bright in the mornings?

You groan softly, squeezing your eyes shut against the glare pouring in from the window. As your body slowly drags itself out of unconsciousness, you take inventory of the awful ache in your body.

A deep, angry gnaw twists in your lower belly, sinking like a lead weight into your stomach. You feel bloated, uncomfortable, like your insides are waging war against you. Your thighs ache as if you’ve walked twenty miles in your sleep, and the dull throb behind your eyes tells you that a headache isn’t far behind.

Hang on—what day is it? The third week of the month?

Ah, shit.

You exhale slowly, trying to ignore the discomfort. You’d have to get up soon, but for now, you let yourself lay there, clinging to the last few minutes of peace before the day officially starts.

The bed is warm, safe, the heavy blanket pulled up over your shoulder, and underneath it, a strong, muscled arm is wrapped around you. Joel’s arm. His hand is tucked snugly between your ribs and the mattress, holding you close in that unconscious way he always does. He’s pressed against your back, face buried in your hair, his breaths slow and deep.

You envy how well he sleeps. Like nothing in the world could wake him. But he deserves the rest—the long hours he puts in with his brother on job sites take a toll, even if he won’t admit it.

You shift slightly, trying to get comfortable again, but the movement disturbs Joel just enough that he makes a low, sleepy noise against your shoulder. A second later, his alarm blares from the bedside table.

Joel groans, shifting to reach behind him and smack the clock silent. The second the noise cuts off, his arm tightens around you again, pressing you against his warm chest. His lips brush your cheek, then your neck, then your ear as he rasps, "Mornin’ pretty girl."

You just groan in response, curling inward as a fresh wave of cramps rolls through your stomach.

Joel nuzzles into you, inhaling the smell of your sweet shampoo, "What’s wrong, baby?" His morning voice is thick and husky, the kind of rough warmth that would normally turn you on, if you didn’t currently feel like absolute shit.

"Think it’s that time," you mumble, pulling your knees up toward your chest.

Joel exhales a quiet oh and rubs a slow, steady hand over your hip. He doesn’t say anything else, just remains there, solid and grounding, until you force yourself to sit up and drag your legs over the side of the bed. His hand stays on you until you stand and shuffle toward the bathroom.

The second you pull down your underwear and see red, you let out a defeated sigh.

Yep. Knew it.

Reaching into the cabinet under the sink, you rifle around until you find your stash of tampons, wincing as you do what needs to be done. You quickly brush your teeth and brush through your hair before heading back into the bedroom.

Joel is awake now, standing near the dresser, tugging his jeans up over his hips. You linger in the doorway for a second, watching him, admiring the way his muscles shift under his tanned skin. His chest is broad with tufts of dark curls, his shoulders strong, but it’s the soft familiarity of it all that makes your chest ache a little—this is home.

When he finally notices you, he yanks his shirt over his head and rounds the bed, meeting you in the middle. He leans down, pressing a slow, warm kiss to your lips, his hand brushing over your hip.

"You feelin’ alright?" he murmurs when he pulls back just enough to search your face.

"Terrible, actually," you admit, stretching your arms above your head before dropping them to your sides. "But I’ll manage."

Joel frowns slightly. "Maybe you should stay home today—"

"Please," you scoff. "If jobs let women stay home for their periods, feminism would’ve won the war by now. But alas. We still live in a man’s world."

Joel huffs a short laugh, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his messy dark hair. "Guess you got a point."

You rise up on your toes, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. "Love you."

He squeezes your hip gently before stepping back. "Love you too, baby. See you later."

And with that, you drag yourself through the rest of your morning, bracing for the long, miserable day ahead.

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The day drags on like molasses, slow and miserable, every minor inconvenience feeling a hundred times worse than it should. By the time you finally push through the front door, exhaustion drapes over you like a second skin. Your limbs ache, your head pounds, and the dull, persistent cramping in your stomach hasn’t let up once.

Joel is already up from his seat in the dining area before you can even drop your bag, meeting you in the entryway. He leans down, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, his hand resting on your cheek as he murmurs, "Hey, baby."

You manage a tired, "Hey," in return, leaning into him for a brief moment before pulling back with a sigh. "Gonna hop in the shower."

Joel studies you for a second, eyes flickering over your face, probably noting the slump in your shoulders, the way you’re gripping your stomach like it physically hurts to move. But he doesn’t argue—just gives a small nod and lets you go.

The shower is scalding hot, just how you need it. The second the water cascades over you, you exhale, tension slipping from your body, though the cramps still linger like an unwelcome guest. You take your time, letting the steam soothe some of the ache in your muscles, scrubbing away the stress of the day before finally stepping out and pulling on your comfiest pajamas—soft, worn fabric that makes you feel human again.

When you pad downstairs, hair still damp, the first thing you notice is the smell of tea.

You blink, pausing in the doorway of the living room. Joel is sitting on the couch, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back, looking like he’s been waiting for you. The coffee table in front of him holds a steaming mug, your favorite kind, and next to it, a little bag of your favorite candy.

"Where’s Sarah?" you ask, surprised that she isn’t posted at the kitchen table, working on homework like she usually is by this time of the evening.

"Sleepover," Joel answers easily, glancing over at you. He tilts his head toward the couch. "Come ‘ere."

But before you can take a step, your eyes flick to the TV screen, the bright colors catching your attention.

"You did not," you say, disbelief heavy in your voice, but a smile stretches over your lips.

Joel picks up the remote with a casual flick, pointing it to the television, "Dunno what you’re talkin’ about."

"Didn’t peg you for a Love Island guy, Joel."

"'S cause I ain’t," he grumbles, pressing play. The intro music kicks in—upbeat, familiar, pure trash TV gold. The instant serotonin it brings almost makes you forget how miserable you felt earlier.

A slow grin spreads across your face. "You secretly love it," you tease, stepping closer.

Joel sets the remote down and holds his arms out, palms settling on the side of your thighs when you approach. "Would you just sit down, please?" he gripes, but his hands are already guiding you onto the couch between his legs.

“Fine,” you sigh, making yourself comfortable as you lay back against his chest, “But don’t pretend like I didn’t see you watching last time. You had opinions!”

Joel exhales through his nose, tucking his chin slightly against the top of your head. "I did not," he grumbles, arms winding securely around your front as you settle into him.

"You did," you insist, smirking as you sip your tea. "You even called that one guy a dumbass."

Joel huffs. "That’s ‘cause he was a dumbass. Who the hell goes on a show like this and don’t even know how to hold a conversation?"

You laugh, the sound muffled against his chest. "See? Opinions. You care."

"Just ‘cause I think these people are a buncha’ morons doesn’t mean I care," he argues, but his fingers are already tracing slow, absentminded circles against your hip, the kind of comforting touch that makes you melt a little deeper into him.

"Sure, sure," you murmur, settling back against his chest with a sigh of contentment. The steady rise and fall of his breathing, the warmth of his body, the weight of the blanket over both of you—it’s exactly what you needed after the day you had.

The episode plays, and within minutes, Joel is making little noises of disapproval under his breath, shaking his head at the screen like the contestants have personally wronged him.

"Boy is dumber than a box a’ rocks," he mutters as one of the guys kisses a girl he’s not even coupled up with.

You grin, tilting your head up just enough to look at him. "Uh-huh. But you don’t care, right?"

Joel glares down at you, but there’s no heat behind it, just that familiar, quiet fondness that makes your chest tighten. He shakes his head, pressing a slow kiss to your temple before muttering, "Just shut up and watch your damn show."

You smile against his chest, letting your eyes slip closed for a moment as you whisper, "Thank you, Joel. For all this."

His arm tightens around you. "Ain’t nothin’, baby. Got you."

And with that, you let yourself sink into him, the ache in your body dulling just enough to finally let you breathe.

[bettystonewell]

I GOT YOU

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean might not have the best bedside manners and you might not be the best patient, but when you wake up feeling unwell and feverous, he tries to help you out in his own way.

Word Count: 1.1k words

Tags: fluff, sick-fic, language, Dean takes care of you

A/N: I wrote this one a little over a year ago when I was feeling under the weather and sorry for myself. Nothing like a Dean body pillow (if only I could get my hands on one), even when you’re not sick.—————————————————————Masterlist

You woke up that morning like any other. The sound of your alarm calling to you from what felt like a distant room. Only your phone was a mere foot away from you, sitting on the bedside table charging and waiting for you to turn it off.

Dammit. Sam would be waiting for you in the war room, ready to start your early morning run.

You moved to push yourself up and off your mattress, but your body felt heavier than normal, fingers and toes, oddly sweaty. In fact, your whole body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and yet you felt cold.

No. Urgh. No. You couldn’t be getting sick, could you? You’d barely left the bunker in the last few days to run into anyone that could pass any germs onto you. But the further you moved across the floor of your room to your wardrobe to choose your clothes for the day, the heavier your body felt. The foggier your mind became. The snottier your… Urgh…

Fuck this! Fuck Sam and his morning run. You were going back to bed. Hopefully to sleep it off and wake up feeling refreshed and not sick.

You. Were. Not. Sick.

And you kept telling yourself that, splaying yourself out on top of your bed like a starfish, feet dangling haphazardly over the edge.

Lucky there were no such things as monsters under the bed. Or was there? Sam or Dean had never told you if such things existed and you’d certainly never come across any mention of one in the books in the library. Urgh. You were delirious and needed rest.

Rest. Rest was… Good…

A loud thump startled you from your dream. It had been a good dream, too. One where Dean had been…

“Sweetheart?” the object of your desires called out to you from behind the door to your room. “You in there?” he yelled loudly again. Making your eardrums ring with the obnoxious way he insisted on greeting you presently.

Why did he have to be so loud?

You tried to reply, but your voice was dry and hoarse. The sound coming from your vocal cords while meaning to be a “Yeah,” came out more like a cat hacking up a fur ball.

Surprisingly, though, he heard you. Either that or he disregarded his manners as usual and opened the door anyway to find you still sprawled across your bed. Your hair no doubt splayed in every which way across your face and back, while your nose dripped with the mucus you had zero fucks of wiping in that present moment.

His eyes did a once over your weakened form and he commented in a way only he could get away with. At least at present because you had no energy to throttle him.

“Woah! Sweetheart! You look like shit!”

A groan that was meant to come out as a sarcastic “thanks” escaped your throat. ‘Way to make a girl feel better, jackass.’

You slowly sat up, making sure your clothes hadn’t bunched awkwardly in any of the wrong places as you did so. The fear of accidentally exposing yourself to him while you were still stuck in the friend zone fuelled you, even in your under the weather state.

Once upright, your body swayed. Its own weight, too heavy to hold itself and your head up on top of it. Arms doing their best to support you, along with your legs and feet that you dropped to the floor.

Dean’s eagle eyes had been watching you the entire time. Studying your movements and observing the way you scrunched up your face in pain and discomfort.

Without an invitation or an explanation, he walked over to where you now sat and placed himself beside you. A hand coming up to feel your forehead. The drops of sweat transferring to the back of his hand, along with the heat that radiated off of your skin.

“You’re sick!” he exclaimed, his voice hitching on the end.

‘No shit, Sherlock,’ your inner voice said, but “Hmph” was the sound that escaped you.

“You should lie back down. I’ll go get you some aspirin or something.”

The something scared you and you shook your head in protest.

“Don’t be so stubborn. We gotta break that fever. Wait here.” And he stood up and left the room.

Now alone again and no longer feeling the pressure to sit up in front of company, you allowed your body to flop back onto the bed. Your head missing your pillow by inches, but you didn’t care. It was easier to lie where you now lay. Moving was just as difficult as speaking had been, and sleep soon took you again.

You woke to the feeling of something or someone shaking you this time. Strong hands on your shoulders, gripping the muscle and flesh over them too tight.

“Help me sit her up.” A male voice rung through your ears again.

“Dude, she’s really burning up. I don’t know if this’ll be enough.”

“Just, okay Sammy!” said the first.

A second set of hands grabbed your own, and you were pulled and pushed into a sitting position. A softer feeling headboard, or was it a hard muscly mattress, slipped in behind your back? It grew arms and then wrapped them around your frame, pulling you against it.

Fingers pried open your mouth and placed a small object on your tongue. A hard, smoother one pushed against your lips and cool liquid flowed against your teeth and down your chin. A second pair of fingertips massaged your neck and the tiny pill shaped thing eased down your throat and into your stomach.

Your head still pounded when you awoke again, but your body felt less cold and more comfortable. The grogginess of waking made it clear you had finally managed some uninterrupted sleep.

But your pillow felt hard, and it wasn’t like that before. It didn’t smell of whiskey and gunpowder, either. The same scent you loved to smell when you sat in Baby or next to… Dean…

His soft flannel was on your cheek. Short spikey ends of his five o’clock shadow pressed through the strands of hair that graced your head, tickling your scalp underneath. His hand rested on your side, draped lightly by the arm that wrapped around your back.

You were on a lean, lying against Dean. His sock covered feet attached to the end of his denim covered bow legs came into view as you opened your eyes for the first time since he’d arrived in your room earlier that day.

As you moved to sit up, startled by the position you’d found yourself in, his hand pressed you down, gentle but firm. “Stay still and rest, sweetheart,” he said. “I got you.”

You swallowed the lump in your dry, aching throat and attempted to talk. “Dean?” His name left your lips shaky and coarse.

“Best not to talk…” His body leaned some, shifting back into place almost as quick with the addition of a glass tumbler half full of water. “Here…”

The cup tilted into your lips and the cool liquid from earlier lined your inner mouth and throat, relieving the scratch that had tickled them some.

Dean leaned back again, and you heard the glass hit the wood of the table at the edge of your bed. “Better?” he asked softly.

Your head only nodded in response, lazilly and slow was all you could manage.

“Good. You had us worried. Go back to sleep. I got you.”

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@globetrotter28 @ambiguous-avery @arcannaa @jollyhunter @zepskies

@reluctanthalfwayoptimism @supernotnatural2005 @jackles010378 @kaz-2y5-spn @applelovesposts

@jaydensluv @foxyjwls007

If you’d like to be added to the list, lmk.

[writtenbyan-aries]

can i request a fluffy johnnie fic, just like how he would show his gf who is also a youtuber in videos! kinda like the jake fic 'as i suspected'!

thank you and i love your fics <33

Warnings: fluff, swearing, kissing

As I Suspected | Jake Webber

Enjoy!

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You’re sat on Johnnie’s lap, facing him as his hands hold your hips and his lips are on your neck. You slide your hands up his check, resting them on the sides of his shoulders.

“Jake’s going to be here any minute.” You mumble, closing your eyes as you feel Johnnie’s hands slide up your shirt, “Mhm.” Johnnie looks up at you, his voice in a soft whisper, “You know he’s always late because he forgot something at home.”

You laugh slightly, nodding as you lean in to press your lips to his. Johnnie gives your hips a little squeeze and pulls your body closer to his. He groans lowly as you grind down onto him, lying back as he pulls you with him.

You kiss up his neck, across his jaw and up his cheeks until you finally reach his lips. He smiles and slides a hand up your back, “Are you going to behave in today’s video?”

You nod, “uh huh.” He laughs slightly, “Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You roll your eyes, smooshing your lips back onto his. You make out for another moment or two before Jake’s voice causes your body to fly off of Johnnie’s, “Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

You look at Jake then Johnnie. All three of you continue to look around at each other until one of you finally breaks the silence.

“I. Fucking. Knew it.” Jake points, “You lying little sluts.” He walks in pointing between you and Johnnie, “I asked Johnnie about this, what? Last fucking month and you said no, you were just friends.” He laughs, “I was fucking right.”

“You can’t say anything, Jake.“ you look at him and he rolls his eyes, “Do I have to pinky swear?” You laugh, holding up your pink as you nod, “Yes, sir. You do.” He huffs, looking at you with a smirk as he wraps his pinky around yours.

“Great, now that that’s over. Do you want to explain now or after the video?” Jake looks between you and Johnnie and in unison, “After.”

You’ve made it half way through the stream, and so far, Jake hasn’t said a word about what he walked in on. You’re sitting in the back and Johnnie was up front with Jake.

Every now and then, Jake would glance between you and Johnnie, teasing you subtly and it drove you nuts.

“That was really sour, holy- oh fuck.” Johnnie groans, “I hate this.” Jake picks one up and plops the whole piece of candy in his mouth. Instantly groaning and looking for someplace to spit it out at.

Johnnie holds his hand out and you stare at Johnnie as you think about how you love how caring towards Jake he is - even if it’s allowing Jake to spit his slobbered up candy in his hand.

“Fuck that..” Jake gasps, “Where did you get these?” Johnnie shrugs, “I don’t know, some website.” Jake looks at Johnnie, “What the black market? Now our tongues are gonna fall off.” Jake sticks his tongue out, gripping the end of his tongue, “I need this.”

You roll your eyes and look down as Johnnie hands one back to you, “Do you want to try one?” You shake your head, “No.” Jake whips back, “Do it.” You shake your head, “No. I seen how you guys were, I’m not doing it.”

You laugh and Johnnie nods, “No I don’t blame her. If I could go back and not do this again.” He stops and laughs and Jake joins in laughing, “Nah, you’d still fucking do it, don’t lie.”

Johnnie laughs, “That’s why I stopped.” He pulls the pack up, “I think the worst thing is the shock it gives you in your jaw, like right when you taste it.”

“No dude.” Jake groans, “That shock is soo bad..” he laughs, clearly not thinking, “Almost as bad as the shock of them I walk in on y/n a-“ he stops and lifts his head, making an surprised face as he stares into the camera.

You and Johnnie’s eyes are locked on Jake and the chat is absolutely blowing up.

User 1: FINISH THE SENTENCE JAKE

User 2: when y/n and WHO WERE WHAT

User 3: NAH BABY KEEP IT GOIN

User 4: WHO AND WHO

User 5: JOHNNIE SAVE THE DAY BABY SPILL ITTTT

User 6: WHO BAGGED Y/N!?!?!?

“Yeah, Jake.” You clear your throat, tilting your head, “you wanna..mm.. you wanna finish that sentence?” You try your best not to laugh but you fail and Jake shakes his head laughing, “I said nothing.” He points to the camera, “You all are going insane.”

“The voices are getting to us all.” Johnnie chimes in quietly and you laugh, “For the record, there is nothing to tell, Jake just likes to start drama in my life when he’s bored.” You gently smack Jake on the forehead and he yells dramatically, “Ow! Fuck, oh my god!”

Johnnie reaches over and does what you did and Jake does it back to Johnnie but a little harder, causing a loud smack! to sound through the car. You gasp, immediately laughing, “Oh my god, okay. I think..” you continue to laugh, “I think we’re done with this stream for today.”

“Gotta go guys, my mom is making me get off my game to make me play outside.” Jake says looking know the camera with a sad look, “See ya in the next one.” He waves, along with you and Johnnie, and you all say a quick, “Bye!”

“It’s eating you alive, isn’t it?” Johnnie says as Jake ends the streak and Jake glares up at him, “How did you guys even..” he laughs, “No one suspected anything.”

You shrug, leaning forward, “I guess Johnnie and I are just that good.” You look over at him and he purses his lips. You lean in and press your lips to his and Jake fake gags, “Get a room, you two. Please. I already saw you do it once, I don’t need to see it again.”

You laugh, leaning back and Johnnie reaches his hand back to, lay it on your knee. You lay your hand on his, smiling as you trace his tattoos.

Jake lets out a gasp and fumbles his phone before clutching it to his chest, hand slapped on his mouth.

Johnnie looks over at Jake, “What did you do?” You lean up and Jake laughs into his hand loudly, “Uuuumm.” He drags out slowly, “I really thought I ended the stream it when we all say bye, but it must have not registered because we..” he scratches his head as he tries not to laugh, “we were still streaming.. this entire time..”

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[misafiryanki]

Rain & crowd - Bakugo x reader

The rain pelted down in relentless sheets, drumming on the rooftops and turning the streets into rivers of glistening asphalt. It wasn’t a gentle drizzle but a relentless downpour that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Bakugo Katsuki hated crowds. He hated the suffocating press of bodies, the chaotic noise, and the sense of entrapment it brought. But more than that, Bakugo hated the rain. It made him feel sluggish. The way it soaked into his skin and made his clothes cling to him - it grated on his nerves like nothing else.

You had known him for years. The explosive temper, the relentless drive, the fierce independence - all hallmarks of the person he was. But today, something was different. You could see it in the way his eyes darted through the crowd, the subtle but unmistakable clench of his jaw.

You tried to keep up with his brisk pace, your heart pounding not just from the exertion but from the tension radiating off him.

"Bakugo, slow down," you called out, struggling to match his long strides.

He barely acknowledged you, his focus entirely on the sea of people around him. The air was thick with the scent of street food and the sounds of laughter and music.

“Kacchan, wait up!” you called, struggling to keep your umbrella from turning inside out as the wind picked up.

He didn’t stop, didn’t even look back, but you knew he heard you. He always did.

The plan had been simple - pick up a few supplies from the market and head back. But with the weather turning and the crowds growing thicker, it was becoming a nightmare. You knew Bakugo was on edge, his dislike for crowds almost as intense as his hatred for rain.

When you finally caught up to him, he was standing at the edge of the market, eyes scanning the bustling scene with a mixture of frustration and disdain. His usually fiery gaze was clouded, as if the weather had seeped into his very soul, dulling the spark.

“Bakugo,” you said gently, touching his arm.

He flinched at the contact but didn’t pull away. “We can come back another time. It’s not worth it. The weather is awful."

He shook his head, jaw set stubbornly. “No. We’re here. Let’s just get this over with.”

You sighed, knowing that arguing would get you nowhere.

Together, you plunged into the throng, the noise and movement pressing in from all sides.

Bakugo’s posture was tense, his muscles coiled like a spring ready to snap. Without warning, he stopped, causing you to nearly collide with his back. He turned to you, his eyes sharp and wild. "Oi, move up," he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You stayed close to him.

As the rain began to fall harder, the market became a sea of umbrellas, each one a tiny barrier separating you from the rest of the world. It was almost claustrophobic, the way the colors blurred together, the way the sounds of chatter and rain mixed into a cacophony that set your teeth on edge.

Bakugo’s hand brushed against yours, and you felt the tension in his fingers. Without thinking, you reached out and took his hand in yours. His grip was strong, almost painful, but you didn’t let go.

“Just to stay together,” you informed him casually, hoping he wouldn’t push your hand away.

And for a moment, you thought he might. His pride was a formidable barrier, one that rarely allowed for weakness or vulnerability. But today something gave way. He held onto your hand, his grip firm but steady.

You moved through the market like this, hand in hand, navigating the stalls and the people with a newfound sense of purpose.

Bakugo’s palm was rough, calloused from countless battles and relentless training. It was a warrior’s hand, one that had faced the world head-on and come out scarred. Holding it felt like holding onto a live wire, the intensity of his suppressed energy almost tangible.

It wasn’t until you reached a quieter corner, away from the main throng, that Bakugo finally spoke. “I hate this,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I hate the rain, and I hate these damn fucking crowds.”

You squeezed his hand, offering silent support. “I know. Me too."

He looked at you then, and you saw the storm in his eyes. It was a tempest of emotions, raw and unfiltered, a rare glimpse into the heart of someone who had spent so long building walls around himself.

“Thanks,” he uttered quietly, the word almost lost in the sound of the rain as he brushed the top of your palm with his calloused thumb.

But you heard it, and it was enough. "No problem."

Together, you made your way back to the dorm, the rain and the crowd fading into the background. And throughout the entire journey, he never let go of your hand.

[ambitiouspotions]

TRADITIONS | CEDRIC DIGGORY | ONESHOTS

summary — after a particularly hard year, your boyfriend, cedric, tries to give you a better chance of gaining extra luck.

word count — 1.7k

warnings — none, fluff!

author’s note — hufflepuff reader! seventh year students! no war/triwizard tournament mention because that’s sad! also this was a cheesy idea and it was supposed to be posted yesterday…oops. happy new year!

as the year came to an end you were silently thanking yourself, hoping for a better outcome for the next year. every turn you took it was disarray and according to professor trelawney. you predicted your terrible misfortune in divination and it followed you all year and into your summer as well as the next school year.

“bleek indeed, oh yes, i see it too,” she said, reading all of your assignments. some people took her thick glasses as a joke, not even being able to see normally, so why would she be able to see regularly? though you all thought they were wrong, everything you calculated in the stars and matched with the planets pointed you to a particularly annoying year. lost things, unorganized planning, common mistakes, death of a grandparent, anything that was awful was placed in front of you.

the only thing that wasn't in shambles was your relationship. dating the captain of your house’s quidditch team wasn’t so bad especially when cedric tried to turn your awful days into good ones. well the good parts would last until you were in your dorm and something unfortunate was happening like using the wrong product in your hair, stubbing your toe so badly that the nail came up, or losing the two pages of parchment for an assignment that was due in the morning. well honestly, the things were so minute but when it happened constantly and so close together it was driving you mad.

the last straw was being unable to return home for winter break due to your parents being away on a business trip. there was no point in spending the holidays alone if it was the same way you would spend them at school. cedric was on a father-son camping trip in the middle of the wilderness. he wrote occasionally, but you understood the logistics of spending time with family and appreciated the letters when they did come.

you sat in the common room, curled into the armchair closest to the fire revising your study notes for the n.e.w.t. examinations that would be there in a few short months. if the new year didn’t bring any more luck, it was going to be forced to bring good scores for final examinations.

“y/n, darling?”

“ced, hold on I’m almost done with—” you paused for a moment and looked up from your notes. your ears did not deceive you. you hopped out of the chair quickly, the cup of tea on the table next to you falling to the ground with a large thunk. you cringed slightly as you held cedric in a tight embrace. “oh merlin, you said you wouldn’t be back until after winter break.”

“you’re right, but i couldn’t leave you for the entire time. i did miss you.” he waved his wand swiftly, the glass was repaired and the spilled liquid had dissipated. “i also had a quick think and figured we could increase your chances for the new year.” he pulled out a piece of parchment, ideas scrawled on it from top to bottom. little doodles and arrows accented the page. he rubbed the small of your back as he released from the hug, pushing the paper quickly back into his pocket so all of his surprises wouldn't be revealed.

“go to my dorm, and i’ll be back,” he said handing you his duffle bag. you were a bit confused but decided to go easily and follow his directions. cedric tended to have everything figured out for whatever he was planning. you saw a few people in the halls of the common room, but nothing like when school is in session. most of the hufflepuffs went to the party in the great hall, having a feast on the eve of the new year. there were small discussions about sneaking to the greenhouse, but you decided to not pay any attention to those knowing you weren’t going to be present.

you lugged his duffle bag to the boys’ dormitory and weren't surprised to find it empty. his area of the room looked rather clean in comparison to the others. you began to unpack his bag for him, doing small things for him would hopefully make up for the hardships he had to deal with taking care of you during the year. you looked at the clock, only four hours until the new year was upon them.

there was a wrapped package in the bag with your name on it. you set it aside until cedric returned with a bowl of grapes and onions. you stared at him suspiciously, looking at the strange combination.

“what are we doing?” you asked, sitting on his bed, and examining the package closer as he put a tied string of onions in your hand. the package felt lumpy and misshapen, whatever cedric had in mind you couldn’t figure it out.

“i am providing you with a bit of extra luck for next year,” he said with a smirk, going to the windows and opening them. the winter air entered sharply, causing you to shiver. he opened the door to the room and propped it with the edge of a table. “now go hang those over there.” he said pointing at the outside of the wooden door.

you wiggled the onions and laughed, making your way to the door and placing them on the doorknob. the fire was soon lit to keep the room at a steady temperature rather than being completely miserable from the wind. “you think onions will give me enough luck to get over this hump?”

cedric kissed the top of your head and unwrapped part of the package you were examining, three different items were placed on the bed. “maybe not just the onions, trying a few different methods that i think even professor trelawney would be proud of.” he said handing you a circular package marked with a number one.

“plates?” you said unwrapping the paper. “for the grapes?” two white ceramic saucers were in your hands.

“no we smash these on the doorstep, the more shards the better.” you handed one to cedric who took great honor in letting you go first. you had a bit of an angry throw, letting some of your misfortunes from the year guide the saucer onto the ground.

cedric then threw his with a bit of disappointment, watching it only break into three pieces. “oh come on ced, you’ve got to try harder than that you want to win me some luck.” you said handing him a piece. you took the liberty of slamming the other two into the ground.

“next thing,” he said excitedly, handing you the second package which was much smaller. it revealed two white and red polka-dotted scarves.

you did a little spin with them and wiggled them goofily as though you were a ribbon dancer.

“polka dots are all the rage in the philippines this time of year.” cedric laughed as he put it around your neck and then laid his around his shoulders. you both looked rather out of place but ignored the ridiculousness and instead embraced the fun.

cedric grabbed your hand and bowed, much like the year prior at the yule ball. you grabbed your wand from the bed and turned on the radio. the music that was playing was upbeat and festive, occasionally the announcers would be counting down the songs until it was midnight.

“i think you need to wear this more often, it brings out your cheeks,” you said complimenting the taller male.

“i can only hope you’re still saying that after the next item.” you laughed into his chest as he glanced towards the bed nervously. even if cedric’s thoughtful antics wouldn’t work this would be a night to remember. “though before we get to that something was supposed to—” he stopped speaking as he heard an extra swish and whizz out the window.

three hufflepuff players on their broomsticks were flying by. “go!” he shouted out the window. you joined his side to look at the commotion. fireworks exploded into the shape of stars and flurries of galaxies. your eyes were filled with wonderment at the small fireworks show.

“good on ya!” he shouted again, bringing you in close to his side. the quidditch players soon disappeared into the night, most likely going to get on with their own new year’s business.

“now, close your eyes because this one isn’t as fun.” you held in your hands out for the last package but nothing was put in them. you could hear cedric laughing as he fiddled with something being placed on your head.

“open.”

when you open your eyes you can’t contain yourself. cedric had a pair of white boxer briefs on his head like a hat and when you looked in the mirror you held your stomach to contain yourself. “underwear? on our heads?” you asked through your giggling fit.

“well, i wasn’t going to succeed in secretly putting them on you,” he said, kissing your forehead, right where the underwear band sat.

“hopefully these new tidy whities will bring you harmony and peace.”

the radio went off again, announcing there were ten minutes until the new year.

“oh and speaking of that,” he patted the bed and held the bowl of grapes. “i hope you can eat twelve grapes before the clock stops chiming while simultaneously jumping off the bed onto your right foot.”

you and cedric spent the next few minutes mastering jumping off the bed and stabilizing onto one foot as he told you about all of the traditions he researched.

when the clock struck midnight you were stuffing grapes into your mouth and chewing as fast as you could. you took your leap off the bed while still chewing and landed it perfectly, with a little help from cedric who let you use his arm as leverage. the last two grapes were being swallowed as you screamed with joy because you had finished all twelve before it was too late.

“ced, this was the best new years celebration i’ve ever had. thank you,” you said softly, falling into his chest easily. your eyes were locked onto his, as you swayed to the music on the radio.

“your final tradition is this one,” he said, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. it was well-needed and well-deserved. you felt his hands protectively hold your hips as you kissed. you held the end of his polka-dotted scarf and smiled into the kiss.

[swordsandarrows]

Golden Light

Fluffy bkdk one shot. No cw's. 1,064 words.

Available to read on AO3 if you'd prefer ♡

It was one of those rare mornings when Izuku woke, the bed was still warm. The other half still occupied by the silently breathing blond.

Izuku wasted no time turning over, propping himself momentarily on an elbow. The soft glow of a barely risen sun snuck through the slats of haphazardly closed curtains covering the window opposite the bed, allowing emerald eyes to take in the glorious gift beside him. The rays cast streaks of gold across pale skin, igniting stray strands of messy platinum with soft copper tones, and highlighting the near-invisible dusting of chest hair across sculpted pecs.

The arm closest to Izuku was partially stretched out - bent at the elbow, forearm hidden beneath the pillow cushioning the blond’s head. The position made his bicep bulge, beautifully displaying each divot between hardened muscle, while revealing the strips of serratus leading toward the broad curve of his lat spread against the mattress.

It had been nearly four years of drinking in the sight of waking up next to Katsuki, but Izuku didn't think he'd ever tire of it. How could he when the blond was the most incredible creature to ever walk this Earth, and Izuku got to call him his? His Kacchan.

Sometimes, especially in moments like these, it still felt surreal. Like Izuku would suddenly wake up and realize the past four years had been nothing but a fever dream. That he was still in a coma after the war and this Kacchan was nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

Rather than dwell on the negative thought process, the greenette took advantage of Katsuki’s position and carefully maneuvered himself to where he knew all too well he fit like a puzzle piece. Face tucked in the nook between Katsuki’s jaw and shoulder, chest nestled against his side, an arm across the blond’s chest, and a leg hooked on his hip.

Izuku couldn't help but to inhale deeply, relishing in Kacchan’s intoxicating scent of something akin to burnt sugar with a distinct natural spice entwined. He filled his lungs with the sweet musk, nuzzling his face more securely against the satin-soft skin on the expanse of Katsuki’s neck, his heart palpitating with the onslaught of emotion that rapidly filled him.

The hand Izuku had across Katsuki’s chest traced over the length of his collarbone to his shoulder, and down his arm. Committing every bump, curve, and scar to memory over and over again despite how well he already knew every inch of his explosive partner. Izuku dragged his finger tips back up, retracing his path before letting them ghost over the slightly puckered scar beneath his collar, and finally to the broad patch of marred skin in the center of his chest. They were scars that Katsuki wore proudly in a show of protectiveness toward Izuku - something he liked to put on display as a reminder of just how far the blond was willing to go to protect what he cared for. Who he cared for.

Izuku’s heart strained almost painfully in his chest as the love and adoration swelled once again. He would protect Kacchan with his life a million times over, for as long as he was still breathing. He swore it, swore it, swore it.

A large, calloused, searing hot hand suddenly covered Izuku’s own. “Oi, nerd, quit huffing on me like a fucking gluehead. Shit tickles.” Katsuki’s voice was rough with sleep, but his gravelly tone held nothing but affection.

“Sorry, Kacchan. Didn't mean to wake you.” Izuku adjusted, settling his cheek in the concave of Katsuki’s shoulder where it was particularly pillowy with muscle. He hooked his thumb over the blond’s knuckles, squeezing a fraction tighter.

Katsuki grunted in response, maneuvering the arm Izuku was partially laying on to lazily drag his fingers through soft green curls.

“I didn't know you had today off, too.” Izuku spoke again after a beat of silence, relishing in the way Kacchan’s deft fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching pleasantly against his scalp every so often.

“Thought it’d be a nice surprise, or some shit. It feels balls early, go back to sleep. You've got all day to stare at me, or whatever creepy shit you've been doin’.” Despite his words, Kacchan’s hand never stalled on the greenette’s head.

Izuku couldn't help the blush that heated his face. Kacchan wanted to surprise me! God, I love him, I love him, Ilovehimlovehimlovehim - Kacchan always wanted to surprise him, really, but it never got old. The blond knew him better than he knew himself, of course, so it didn’t take that much effort to catch Izuku off guard.

Doing a last minute shift switch to get an impromptu day off together. Izuku coming home after a particularily rough patrol to a candlelit bathroom, the tub filled and steaming hot with his favourite eucalyptus scented bubble bath, a glass of his favourite “disgustingly sweet, I don’t fucking know how you drink that shit” white wine already waiting on the edge. A particularly pleasing breakfast item that would make an appearance once in a blue moon that would have Izuku doing a happy dance in his seat (“Calm down, Tickle-Me-Hawks-ass-nerd. It’s just a crepe.”). An in-box, limited edition piece of All Might merch Izuku didn’t have with a bouquet of green roses, adorned with an orange ribbon waiting for him on the kotatsu. A new notebook and a pack of those super nice glidy pens. The list was endless.

There was just so much Kacchan did to surprise him, and no matter how mundane (like the time Kacchan bought that particular shampoo Izuku mentioned he liked the scent of like, maybe once, in passing) he still couldn’t help but to respond as if Katsuki had literally given him the moon. He may as well have, because everyday Izuku woke up and was reminded that Kacchan was the other half of their “Wonder Duo”, that they lived together and shared a bed, that Kacchan was his boyfriend, his partner, his everything - it was like being gifted the moon over and over again.

A smile spread across Izuku’s face as he nuzzled his cheek against Katsuki’s soft skin, a faint murmur of, “Kacchan sugoi,” escaping his lips.

The man in question squeezed Izuku where he held him, a small smile of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Such a damned nerd.”

[fearlesstigerquotev]

Itto the Irresistible Beetle Battler

Notes: Fluffy oneshot. Established relationship between Itto and Y/N. A swarm of trained ladybugs VS a beetle sounded funnier in my head. masterlist

Scratching casually at his chin, Itto grinned impishly at Y/N from his perch atop the wooden post, legs dangling. "What fresh calamity have you brought upon me now, Itto?" said Y/N with an exaggerated long-suffering sigh, though her lips curved in a half smile.     

"Just a little entertainment for this Oni!" he said cheerfully, throwing his arms wide. "You can't refuse a friendly competition between rivals-turned-lover, can you?"

Y/N arched a brow, arms crossing as she shifted her weight onto one hip. "More like you needing an ego boost after losing the last five times in a row," she replied.    

Throwing back his head, Itto let out a booming laugh that glinted off his myriad earrings. Then he fixed Y/N with an exaggerated look of injury, placing a hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture. "Must you wound me so?" he said. "I assure you, this time I have trained my little beetle warrior well! They will crush your ladybugs into glittering powder!"      

Shifting her stance, Y/N smirked. "Is that so?" she replied. "My ladybugs happen to be in top form. I doubt your 'warriors' stand a chance."

Hopping down from the post in one nimble movement, striding towards Y/N, Itto scoffed. "How dare you doubt the mighty Oni beetle horde!" he said gesticulating enthusiastically. "They will swarm over your ladybugs like a plague, crushing them underfoot!"                     

Throwing back her head, Y/N laughed, the chiming sound like bells."You do love the sound of your own voice, don't you?" she said. "But today, I shall defeat your ego once and for all!"

The battlefield was drawn in the dirt, a perfect circle. The cages were placed at opposite ends, lids removed.   

Itto's rhinoceros beetle charged forward, mandibles snapping fiercely as it tried to latch onto one of Y/N's ladybugs. The ladybug darted nimbly to the side, then swarmed up the rhino beetle's long horn. The huge beetle bucked and snapped its pincers, trying to dislodge the tiny ladybug clinging to its armor-plated back, but the ladybug held fast. 

More ladybugs joined the fray, crawling all over the rhino beetle, pinching its joints, and nibbling at its antennae. The rhino beetle swung its horn from side to side, knocking ladybugs to the ground only for more to take their place. The slash and clatter of beetle carapaces colliding filled the air, along with the zing of ladybug wings darting in for attack then zipping away again. 

The rhino beetle flailed and thrashed, growing more frenzied, as a tide of ladybug crimson swarmed over its green armor. Finally, with a shudder, the mighty beetle crashed to the dirt, legs twitching in defeat. The victorious ladybugs fluttered into the air in a cloud of red and black, winging triumphantly around Y/N's head before landing back in their cage.           

Y/N had triumphed gloriously.                                  

With an exaggerated roar, Itto kicked the dirt in mock anguish. "Bested by ladybugs again?! The honour of Onis is lost!"  

'But you already know I always let you win on purpose, Y/N.'

Giggling, Y/N tapped her foot impatiently. "And what about my prize, Itto?"                              

Sheepishly rubbing his neck, Itto offered, "T-Takoyaki?"

Y/N responded with an elegant eyebrow raise and scoff. "Think again."

Anxiety crossed Itto's face. "Then, uh, whatever my champion desires?"   

A mischievous smile lit up Y/N's face like dawn. "Kiss me."                

Itto beamed, his earrings jingling as he sprang up, embracing Y/N tenderly. He pressed soft kisses to her knuckles, like whispers of love.

'You always ask for the best requests, Y/N.'

Y/N laughed softly, wrapping arms around his neck and pulling him into a sweet kiss. Grinning as they parted, Itto suggested breathlessly, "Next time, let's skip straight to the kissing!"                      

Y/N tapped his nose playfully. "And skip all the fun?"

Itto pulled her close, whispering. "Our fun has just begun, my champion!"

Y/N kissed him once more. "In that case, the matches recommence tomorrow. But for now, I claim my prize..."

And pulled him into another loving kiss.

[freesia-writes]

I haven't watched TBB yet but I've been spoiled but not as much. I'm also not gonna be able to watch S3 yet because I need to finish TCW, but I have been so so so so so very massively in love with Wrecker ;///////;. I gave up rushing so I'm gonna just gonne binge on all the fluffy Wrecker fics for Happy Hearts Month ♥.

May I please have a Wrecker x Reader fic where:

Reader and Wrecker were supposed to meet either for a date or something and Reader is late so Wrecker ate what he was supposed to give to Reader because idk maybe he's anxious or worried? It can be cookies, cupcakes, chocolates, a cake — anything sweet.

And maybe Reader did the same? Ate what she was supposed to give Wrecker and when they met they just both realize they did the same thing cause there'd be crumbs or something and sjdlaksjdlkajdlkajdakljdalkd.

Just over all feel good wholesomeness. I don't mind any flirting or slight nsfw, but bear hugs and all over kisses from Wrecker would b suuuuuuperrrrrrrrr adorbs!

Maybe a second date vibe?

Only if you can, pretty please and thank you ♥. Sorry if it's too much!

I can't wait for you to get to enjoy the series! I kinda took this in a sliiiiightly different direction for funsies. ;) Dividers by @stars-n-spice from this post here!

Wrecker x GN Reader

1.5k words

No content warnings

The air in the bustling corridors of the base buzzed with anticipation as you hurried toward your meeting spot with Wrecker. Your heart raced with excitement, eager to spend time with the big-hearted clone who had captured your attention. You’d spent extra time getting ready, wanting to make a good impression, as it was still only your second date. It had been a surprising few weeks that you’d been able to be stationed on the same base, catching little conversations with him when his squad was on site for a few days before being shipped off again, and the romance had blossomed immediately. 

You’d been so shocked and delighted at his willingness to pursue something, having assumed he’d make excuses or find it entirely unattainable for someone in his position. But your first date had been so simple, so sweet… You were blown away and entirely infatuated from then on, and you had to wait another few weeks for Clone Force 99 to return. 

So when you were finally able to greet him with a beaming smile, immediately finding yourself wrapped in his unmatched, delightfully warm hug upon his return, you’d made plans immediately for a second date, excited for the convenient upcoming holiday that celebrated love and romance in all its forms. 

Rounding the corner, you spotted Wrecker standing there, a hopeful look in his eyes. He looked so dapper, you thought you would burst with joy. He’d found some basic cargo pants and was still wearing his black shirt, but he’d added some kind of sport coat that looked two sizes too small, yet gave him an adorably debonair appearance. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and you quickened your pace, eager to close the distance between you. 

But as you approached, you couldn't help but notice the guilty expression on Wrecker's face, immediately sending you into a spiral of overthinking.  Confusion flickered across your features as you came to a stop in front of him.

"Hi!” you said, trying to be nonchalant. But his reaction evoked the true question out of you. “What… Erm… Something wrong?" you asked, your brow furrowing in concern.

Wrecker's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he shuffled awkwardly on his feet. "Uh, well, you see... I had a real special treat for you… Something I found at a food cart outside the base. It was so fancy…" he admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. You smiled at his irresistible charm.

“Well what’s wrong with that?” you said playfully, gently grazing a hand up and down the outside of his arm. 

“I ate it,” he blurted, slowly lifting his eye to yours with an expression of shame and a touch of mischief.

Your eyes widened in surprise. "You ate it?" you repeated, your tone a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Yeah, I, uh, got nervous and... it looked really good," Wrecker confessed, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

A laugh bubbled up from your lips as you reached out to gently pat Wrecker's arm. "It's okay, Wrecker. I'm sure whatever it was, it was delicious," you reassured him with a warm smile. “And that’s kind of adorable,” you confessed, blushing yourself as his jaw dropped and his eyebrows rose. “Besides, dinner with you IS the treat,” you snickered.

Wrecker's expression brightened at your understanding, his heart swelling with gratitude. "Thanks... You're the best," he said earnestly.

With a shared chuckle, you fell into step beside each other, the awkwardness of the moment melting away in the warmth of your easy camaraderie. As you walked, you couldn't help but sneak glances at Wrecker, marveling at the way his eyes sparkled with life and his smile lit up the room.

Before long, you found yourselves at a quaint little café nestled in a corner of the nearby town, the scent of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Wrecker held the door open for you with a gallant flourish, a proud grin on his face as he ushered you inside. As you settled into a cozy booth by the window, your cheeks almost hurt from smiling when he squeezed onto the cushy bench seat beside you instead of sitting across from you.

“This alright?” he asked with a grin. 

“Heck yes,” you quipped, and the way he rested his broad palm on your knee as you considered your menu made your heart skip a beat. So polite, so comforting, so protective… All in a single touch? How did you get so lucky… Conversation flowed freely as you considered your options, ordering a few different things to share between the two of you. 

Hours passed, with a hearty dinner followed by some little bites of dessert and some hot coffees to finish the whole thing off, and you found yourself stuffed, warm, and unbelievably content as you leaned against his side. He’d just finished a detailed description of a mission that had gotten steadily more wild as it went on, and by the end you didn’t even know if it was an entirely true story. But it didn’t matter; you were in heaven and would weasel the truth out of him later if needed. 

You finished with a walk back to the base, taking the long way around and sharing some gum that the restaurant had given you along with your bill. You blew bubbles, snuck gazes at each other side to side, and meandered slowly. The conversation dwindled a little, leaving a comfortable silence that stretched until you reached the door where you would part ways. 

You stopped, slowly turning to face him with a demure look on your face. It felt like a dream that you didn’t want to wake up from, and he opened his arms to invite you into another hug that conjured up every warm, happy moment you’d ever had. A sigh fell from your lips as you leaned into his chest, shifting your bag back over your shoulder as it swung forward to whack him in the hip.

“This was really fun, Wrecker,” you said earnestly, pulling away only a little bit, leaving your arms around his hips.

“It was a blast!” he exclaimed, resting a hand on each of your shoulders. “Can we do it again?”

“Yes please!” you giggled. “Right now?”

“I wish!” He joined you in laughter, gently rubbing up and down the outside of your arms with polite affection. “Tomorrow? We should have some time after exercises.”

“Absolutely.” With another ill-disguised sigh, you started to pull away, slowly turning to take your own path home for the evening. 

“Hey, um…” he called, and you bounded back to face him without a thought to how quickly you moved. 

“Yes?” you asked, unabashedly eager.

“Do you… uh…” He definitely wasn’t looking for any excuse to keep conversing with you. “Do you have a tissue or somethin for my gum? The flavor has been gone for a long time now.”

“Of course,” you laughed, swinging your bag back over your shoulder and rummaging around absently. You felt the corner of a napkin, lost in his puppy-dog eyes, and pulled it as hard as you could… producing… with a flourish… a shower of chocolate crumbs that would have caught anyone’s attention as they scattered in a puff from your hand all over the ground. “Oh! Uhh… That’s… That’s nothing,” you spluttered suddenly.

Wrecker tilted his head, interest piqued now at how quick you were to deflect. 

“Oh?” he said quietly, a little gleam appearing in his eye.

“Here… Here’s your tissue!” you said, flushing bright red.

“Come on,” he insisted, drawing closer and bending down playfully. “What’s the secret of the napkin…” You fumbled for words, shaking the rest of the crumbs out of the napkin and about to begin when he gasped. “Wait! Nooo…”

Did he seriously figure it out? He couldn’t have…

“Did you…” He paused to giggle. “Did you have a snack in here?”

“Maybe…” you said slowly.

“Was it something you were going to bring for me?” 

“Mayyyybe…” you smiled, covering your face with a hand.

“And you ate it?!” The final piece of the puzzle was laid into place in a delightful exclamation, joy brightening his face as your reaction confirmed his guess. “Oh ho ho! How the turn tables… have… Ha!”

“I was too busy getting ready to eat lunch today so I was really hungry and I didn’t think you’d miss it if I never said anything about it and it’s been a long week and my self-control was really--” you dove in, laughing as you tried to explain yourself, but Wrecker waved it all away, bundling you in his arms again for another boisterous hug. He gave you a squeeze, still chuckling, as he gazed down at you fondly.

“Well now I have to take you out for dessert again sometime,” he reasoned. “Also, I think I love you already.”

[keithpaladin05]

OKOK I KNOW IM SUPER SLOW GETTING THESE REQUESTS OUT PLS FORGIVE ME🙏🙏🙏

Buuuuuutttt….

My tmnt obsession has returned so pretty please give me some bayverse tmnt fluffy/comfort fic prompts 🙏🙏🙏

[daryltwdixon]

hello dear!! i dont know if your are still taking requests or not, but if do you i would really love to see you write something fluff with a drunk daryl and reader, where he totally forgot that they are dating and just start acting shy and awkward around her, i know its cliche but i really love how you write daryl and think it would be so cute to see something like that written by you😭, but i totally understand if you are busy, i hope you are having a great day!🥰

A drunk Daryl grows uncharacteristically shy around you, forgetting for a moment that you're together.

author notes: I just want to say its not v common for people who are drinking to forget who their s/o's are, but anything for you lolol, enjoy!!! x

thank you for the love!!!

The Alexandria dinner party is louder than usual, laughter spilling out into the quiet night. Someone had insisted on opening the last few bottles of wine, and you watch with amusement as Daryl, leaning against the far wall, swirls the red liquid in his glass like it’s some kind of trap.

“Never took you for a wine guy,” you tease, stepping closer. His eyes dart to yours, and the flush on his face deepens. You figure the alcohol’s working its magic, though Daryl had always been shy about these kinds of things—especially in a crowd.

“Don’t even taste right,” he mutters, setting the glass on a nearby table like it might bite him.

You grin. “Then why drink it?”

He shrugs, glancing at you sideways. The usual ease between you feels a little... off. His gaze flicks to your face, then away again, like he’s avoiding something. You tilt your head, trying to figure out what’s wrong, when his voice breaks the quiet.

“You look real nice tonight.”

The words come out low and shy, almost like he hadn’t meant to say them. You blink, surprised, but before you can respond, he fumbles to add, “Not that ya don’t always, but... I mean, yeah.”

“Daryl,” you say, trying to catch his eye. He’s looking anywhere but at you now, cheeks burning. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. But the way he shifts on his feet, the nervous way he rubs the back of his neck—it’s not like him. You step closer, studying him, until something clicks.

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up. “You don’t remember, do you?”

His brows furrow, lips parting in confusion. “Remember what?”

You can’t believe it. “You’re acting like we just met or something.”

Daryl stares at you, his eyes swimming with haze, but he blinks hard, trying to piece it all together. His eyes widen slightly. “Wait... we’re—?”

“Yes, Daryl,” you say, trying to suppress another laugh. “We’re together, at least I thought so,”

The realization hits him like a brick wall. His mouth opens, then closes, and for a second he just stares at you, dumbfounded. “Shit,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “I—uh... forgot.”

“Obviously,” you tease, stepping even closer until you’re standing right in front of him. “Should I be worried you’re forgetting about me already?”

“Nah,” he says quickly, his voice quiet but insistent. “Just... too much wine. ‘S all.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile too wide at how bashful he looks. The Daryl you know is rarely this unguarded, and it’s endearing. But as you watch him glance down at you—his face still flushed and his nerves practically visible—you catch something softer in his expression. His hand drifts to the back of his neck again, but this time, a crooked grin follows.

“You’re... somethin’ else,” he murmurs under his breath, almost to himself. “Must be the luckiest som' bitch,”

The words catch you off guard, and warmth blooms in your chest. “Damn right you are,” you say softly, but there’s no teasing in your tone anymore.

His lips twitch, and he finally dares to meet your gaze. “Guess I don’t mind that.”

You smirk, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek. The move makes him freeze for half a second before his face turns a deeper shade of red, but his hand brushes yours in a subtle, almost instinctive gesture. Even drunk, even shy, Daryl Dixon couldn’t hide how much he cared.

“C’mon,” you say, tugging lightly at his hand. “Let’s get you some water before you forget anything else."

[blushblushdrabbles]

Logan - Short Fluffy One Shot - Nap Time

This is inspired by one of his quotes he says in the game, where he mentioned how he was on night shifts and needed to take a nap but wanted you to be with him.

Any chance you'd wanna take a nap with me? I've been working a lot of night shifts lately, and it's starting to catch up… But I just can't get enough of being with you!

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It was around afternoon, it was very peaceful and you were sitting on the couch listening to your music as you were busy stitching away your latest embroidery design, you loved making all different types of intricate patterns, from animals to the ocean to the stars and planets in space.

You heard steps as your head turned to notice your boyfriend, Logan, with a tired look on his face, walking towards you, inquiring. "Hey babe, what you're making now?" He leans down to get a better look at the design you were stitching, and you can smell the aftershave on his face.

You give him a quick peck on the cheek and brought up the stitching for him to see. "its a Cyndaquil!" You say happily. Logan gently took the stitching, tracing his fingers around where Cyndaquil's head was already stitched, feeling the soft but taught thread weaved around to make his face. "Its already looking great, sweetie" Logan says as he hands you back the stitching.

You giggle at his compliment and replied "Thank you Logan haha." Noticing how tired your boyfriend looked you remarked "Hey why don't you have a little nap, you look awfully tired. I know you were working the night shifts again." You gently took his hand and rubbed it. He nodded as he rubbed his face with his free hand. "Yeah honestly not a bad idea Y/N, these night shifts are really catching up on me. You wanna join me?" He smirked at that last bit as he held your hand.

"Hahah but Logan i'm not tired!"

"Awww but i want to be with you still." He replies with pleading eyes. You really couldn't resist those gorgeous, golden eyes of his, it was practically like saying no to a puppy. You hummed for a bit as an idea came to you. "You could sleep here on the couch with me, there's plenty of room and you could use my lap as a pillow hehe." You patted your lap and smiled, Logan practically beamed at the suggestion and plopped down his tired body onto the couch, snuggling his face into your lap. You giggled at the sensation.

"You comfy down there, fire boy?" You ask, smiling down at your handsome boyfriend, gently ruffling his hair. He took your hand gently and kissed it, replying "Yes, very much, you're very warm." He said, with a pleased look on his face. "Oh you want me to turn off the music?" Luckily that music was playing from your phone which was on the table next to you. "If you want to, i really don't mind it, i'm that tired i'll just fall asleep. You have enough room though?"

"I have plenty of room, don't you worry Logan, hehe."

Logan sleepily smiled at you and gave a big yawn. As he closed his eyes he said "Love you babe..."

"Love you too, babe."

And just like a light switch he was already asleep, quietly snoring to himself. His hands were wrapped around your legs, and you felt slight movement in his body. You couldn't help but gaze with love at your sleeping love. He had such a peaceful expression on his face, and you couldn't help but gently caress his face, your thumb gently going over his warm cheek. You smiled to yourself and made a mental note to wake him up before dinner as you went back to your stitching.

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Hot damn! So glad i was able to get this one out, i really hope that you guys love it, i wanna keep writing more of this, but also improve more with my writing, i wouldn't mind hearing some feedback from you guys! Thank you! Might post this one on AO3 as well later on.

[writtenbyan-aries]

fall/halloween season with sam .. you two make each other boo baskets. you put your positive pregnancy test in his. just super fluffy pleaseee. maybe they tell colby and at the end an knstagram announcement? Maybe even at christmas or valentines day? 🤭

PS: I‘m a sucker for your (pregnancy) stories! I love them!

I literally love this idea! I’m trying to get out as many spooky/ fluff Halloween theme one shots that I can!

Warnings: mostly fluff, anxious reader, pregnancy

Word Count: 1.2k | unedited

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“Hey babe!” You walk upstairs to where Sam is working on editing a video, “I’ll be back, I’m running to target quick.”

He spins around, giving you a smile, “What are you going there for?”

You smile, “Um, stuff.”

“What stuff?��� He pulls you into his lap and you sigh, “If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise now would it?”

“Ahh, I see.” He pecks your cheek, “Don’t forget, Colby and Malia are coming over for dinner.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that. Sorry, I’ve had a lot on my mind lately.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “I’ll be back in plenty of time, I promise.”

He smiles and kisses you again, “I love you.”

You smile, “I love you.”

You steal one more kiss before you get up and walk downstairs to grab your keys. You head out to your car and make your way to Target.

On the drive there, your nerves were getting the best of you.

Do I want to tell him tonight? I totally forgot they were coming over. Would that be too much? Sam would want to tell Colby right away? Right?

You let out a sigh as you pull into a parking stall. You get out and lock your car as you walk towards the store.

You grab a cart, setting your bag in the seat part and you start your shopping. You were here to make Sam a little Boo Basket for Halloween.

You kept seeing them all over, and Sam definitely deserves one, but only, there would be small twist with this one.

You picked out a cute basket, along with some candy and a cute Halloween themed blanket that was super soft.

You grabbed a small thing of cookies and a mug with an S on it, oh you were so excited.

On your way to check out, you grabbed some more small Halloween theme things and tossed them in and made your way to pay.

Once you got out to the car, you put it all together and dug in your purse for the main surprise - your positive pregnancy test.

You moved the socks and laid it down on the black and orange crinkled confetti. Covering it back up with the socks and pushing everything over so it wouldn’t be noticed right away.

You texted Sam that you were on your way home, and started to drive.

As you grew closer to the house, you kept taking slow breathes to control your anxiety.

You and Sam have spoken about kids before, but not this soon.

You got out and walked around to grab the basket, carrying it up the steps to the house. As you open the door, you called out for him, “Sam! Where are you?”

“Kitchen.” He responds, “Do I need to close my eyes?”

You let out a laugh, as you close the door, “Yes please. That would be great!” You took one last deep breath before pushing the door to the kitchen open and smiling as you seen him standing there with his hands over his eyes.

“Give me one second.” You say as you sit the basket down. You make sure what you want hidden is hidden and you step back, your arms extending out towards the basket, “Okay, you can look.”

He opens his eyes and you smile, “Ta-da!”

He smiles and looks over the basket before looking at you, “I had a feeling this is what you were doing, so..” he bends down and comes back up with a boo basket for you, “I thought a head.”

“Oh Sam.” You lay your hand over your mouth, “You actually got me a boo basket?”

He nods, sliding it across the counter to you, “I sure did.” He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head, “Thank you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You look up at him and he looks down at you, pecking your lips before he steps back and rubs his hands together, “Let’s see what we got here, huh?”

You nervously pick at your basket, trying to act all cool, and nonchalant, but your hands were shaking like there was no tomorrow.

You hid them in the basket, turning stuff towards you as you pretend to look over at it.

You glance over, watching Sam pull out some of the stuff and smell the candle that was tucked in there, “I think I got you the same one, babe.”

You look at the candle in your basket and you laugh, “You did.”

“Do we know each other or what?” He laughs and continues to look through, his whole body freezing when he gets to the stuck in the bottom, “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You slowly turn towards him, and you can feel the color draining out of you.

“What- are you..” he lifts the stick and his eyes light up, “We’re having a baby?” He looks over at you and you nod, your voice low, “We’re having a baby.”

He lunges towards you, lifting you up as he buries his face into your neck, “Oh my god.” He holds onto you, and you hear him sniffle, “I love you.”

You wrap your arms tighter around his neck, “I love you. I was so scared to tell you.”

“You don’t..” he sets you down, cupping your cheeks, “You don’t ever have to be scared to tell me anything, especially something like this.”

He kisses you and looks down at the test on the counter, “We have a little boo coming soon.” He looks back at you and you smile, “We do have a little boo coming soon.”

“Can we tell Colby? Is it okay that we do? I know it’s best to wait, but-“

“Yes, baby. We can tell Colby.” You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, “I figured you’d want to, and I have absolutely no problem with it whatsoever.”

“I love you.” He peppers your cheek with kisses, “You have no idea.”

You smile, laughing slightly at the kisses, “I love you, so much.”

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You knew Sam was trying so hard to refrain from blurting the news he received today to Colby.

He was super excited. It’s all he talked about while the two of you made dinner for tonight.

“Y/n.” Colby tilts his head, “Can I ask you something?”

You nod, leaning forward to rest your arms on the table, “What’s up?”

“Why are we the only ones having wine with our dinner?” He raises a brow and you laugh slightly, “I guess I’m just not in a drinking mood tonight.”

“Mm, why’s that?” Colby smirks and you look at Sam, giving him a nod and not even a second later, Sam has a big smile on his face and the words are rolling off of his lips, “Y/n is pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” Colby stands straight up and immediately goes to Sam, “Congrats, man!” Sam stands up and Colby pulls him in for a hug, “I’m so happy for you guys!”

Malia looks at you with a smile, “Congratulations, y/n. Do you know how far along you are?”

You shrug, “I have an appointment next week, so I’m guessing somewhere in the early to mid first trimester? Something like that?”

“I want ultrasound pictures! I’m so excited. Now I have a reason to shop.” She laughs and Colby nods in agreement, “You’re damn right we do!”

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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! I’ll catch you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[sensitivesiren]

"Now, you can behave while I finish my work, or I will have you removed."

found myself nostalgic for the days before GOs2, where we had all of those cheesy, fluffy oneshots from their time post armageddidn't. So I wrote one! Enjoy.

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[NIGHT - Int. Bookshop]

"Angelllllll, you are killing me. You know Beethoven is still one of Hell's right?"

Aziraphale does not smile, eyes trained studiously on the original Brandenburg Concerto scores he is restoring.

Well, attempting to restore.

He now has all six of them! He couldn't be more delighted. Worn down by time, but with just a touch of angelic love the pages illuminate and breathe beneath his gentle gloved fingers, the music rising to meet him sweetly as he lovingly mends its pages.

The music halts with a clang as an off-key groan sounds from the sofa. "Angel, when I agreed to come over I didn't think I was going to have to literally watch paint dry." Crowley is immaculately sprawled across the length of the sofa with one foot on the floor, a pilfered glass of Aziraphale's private reserve scotch hanging lazily from his fingertips. He tips the liquid into his mouth, miraculously spilling none of it on his tailored suit.

Aziraphale clears his throat primly. "If you remember, it was you that invited yourself over." Aziraphale deliberately turns a page, earning another groan from Crowley. "Now, you can behave while I finish my work or I will have you removed."

"Please, I would love to see you try." A sharp burst of laughter nearly upends the inkwell on Aziraphale's desk, the precious scores spared an oily demise only by the grace of a hasty miracle. Aziraphale takes a deep breath, rolling his neck, a small smirk curling the corner of his mouth.

"Goodnight, Crowley." Aziraphale says in a clipped tone, peeking at Crowley from the corner of his eye. He just barely sees Crowley's smug grin shatter.

Millennia of self control will not fail Aziraphale now. He lets Crowley squirm.

Crowley swallows, his throat bobbing with the movement. "What?" His voice is achingly small. "Angel I'm - Fine. If that's what you want. I'll go." He hears Crowley's glass hit the table with a sharp clink.

Aziraphale slowly turns to face Crowley then, one eyebrow raised, pressing his lips together to hide his triumphant smile.

Understanding and terror dawn on the demon's face.

"You!" Betrayal and relief fight a bloody battle on Crowley's expressive face, ending in a draw as Crowley drops his head back against the arm rest with a long, drawn-out hiss, his eyes slipping shut. He drains the rest of his whiskey in one go. "That'sss wicked, Angel."

"Ah, but you asked so nicely. It would have been rude to refuse the challenge." Aziraphale smiles fully then, ignoring Crowley's grumbling, removing his gloves and setting them gently on his desk. He rises, moving quietly across the floor until he can gaze down at his demon, the silly, silly serpent.

He lowers himself and climbs over the wiry body beneath him, earning him a small yelp of surprise as Aziraphale settles between his legs and wraps his arms around Crowley's middle, resting his chin in the middle of Crowley's chest.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" Aziraphale says in a low voice, blinking innocently up at his big, tough, very scary demon.

Crowley scoffs, turning bright red to the tips of his ears, and Aziraphale could swear he saw the tiny snake tattoo squirm. "S'not funny." He growls, his fingers already carding gently through Aziraphale's curls, a soft smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

Aziraphale drops a chaste kiss on Crowley's sternum before nuzzling his cheek against his chest.

"I proved my point, though, didn't I? That's what you get for interrupting me while I'm working." Aziraphale sighs, breathing in the familiar tang of smoke and brandy, pulling it deep into his lungs, surrounding himself in Crowley.

"This is what I get, eh? I should never let you work again." Aziraphale can feel the smirk in his tone as Crowley's lips brush his hairline.

"I would love to see you try." Aziraphale challenges, a smile pulling at his lips.

Crowley huffs a quiet laugh, wrapping his arms around his Angel before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, lingering like a single violin note, the music sweet in Aziraphale's ears.

Perhaps the Brandenburg Concertos can wait.

[cherrivit]

Midnight Work – A TNTduo one-shot

Hi!! First time posting smt I wrote here, I never used this but I'll try use it more often! Just wanna make some comments about it, please read it before reading the one-shot

–English it's not my first language(i'm from Brazil) so there might be some errors during the one-shot, but I tried to do the best I can, I wrote this in portuguese for the first time and then changed it to english

–This one-shot is about the characters, not the streamers

–You can think in this one-shot with both c!Tntduo or q!Tntudo, it's just some random AU of them living a normal life, without yk magic and not-normal things, so you can see it as the characters from dsmp or qsmp(also, the personalities might not be so accurate so pls don't say things like "he wouldn't do that", it's called an alternative universe for a reason, not bc it's accurate to the canon things)

–I did this just to practice my writing and creativity, so there may be some continuity errors and some things that are a bit confusing

–I wrote this in the early hours of the morning and when I was getting to the end I was already falling asleep so I made it kind of a lazy ending and I'm not going to fix it for now

–Maybe in a while I'll rewrite this so don't be surprised if you see another version of this in the future

It wasn't uncommon for Quackity to find Wilbur working in the middle of the night, he was too busy with work, of course Quackity understood that it was complicated to work with music and that Wilbur often had creative blocks, so he spent hours trying to think of new songs and forced himself to stay up until late working, which obviously wasn't healthy for Wilbur. Quackity knew this, he was fully aware of it and so was Wilbur, Quackity cared a lot about his health, of course he did, he was his boyfriend, why not worry? And it was with this thought in mind that Quackity made Wilbur swear that he would no longer sleep so late and would take better care of his health.

Quackity woke up in the middle of the night, he didn't know exactly why he woke up, after a few seconds in that limbo between being asleep and awake he turned to the side and felt the lack of Wilbur in the bed, confused he slowly got up and looked around the room, when he understood what happened Quackity left the room and slowly went to the office of the small apartment, the office that Wilbur used to compose his songs, he saw through a small crack in the door a dim light leaving the office, then slowly opened the door, Quackity saw Wilbur sitting in the chair with several papers spread across the table and with the guitar on his lap, he approached Wilbur slowly and carefully trying not to scare him, now being closer to the table he could better see the papers on the table, several scores and unfinished lyrics, Wilbur was writing something down on a sheet of paper and sometimes he stopped, tapping his pencil on the table and creating a rhythm

—Wilbur?– Quackity said softly and sleepily as he approached Wilbur, he turned back when he heard the other's voice and looked at him for a few seconds before speaking

—Quackity, hi...what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be sleeping at this time?

—You too…– Quackity hugged him and let his head rest on Wilbur's head

—Ah…yeah, you’re right…– Wilbur returned the hug and sighed

—Then why aren't you sleeping?

—I had an idea, I needed to finish it before the idea disappeared from my mind…

—Did it have to be in the middle of the night?—He looked at the digital clock on the desk, 1:35 am

—Believe me, I also wish it hadn't been at dawn...it was sudden

—Wilbur, you promised you would take better care of yourself…

—I know, I'm just going to finish here and I swear I'm going to sleep.–He said and sighed

Quackity let go of the hug and looked at Wilbur.

—No, come to sleep – The Mexican said and held the other’s hands

—Quackity I need to finish here

—You need to sleep—He pulled him to get up

—But-

—”But” nothing, come on, let’s go to sleep–Quackity brought Wilbur closer and hugged him sideways, going to the bedroom

They arrived in the room and Quackity pulled Wilbur to lie down on the bed, staying next to him.

—I really needed to finish that song…

—You finish tomorrow, your health is more important—He approached him and rested his head on the British's shoulder

—What if I don't remember my ideas when I wake up?

—I help you think of new ideas

Wilbur sighed

—Look...I know it's difficult for you to come up with new ideas, but if you're tired it'll be even more complicated, rest a little and tomorrow you try again, who knows, maybe it'll even be easier?–Quackity said and gave a kiss on Wilbur's cheek, who smiled and hugged Quackity —Thank you, Quackity…–He said softly and slowly closed his eyes, Quackity just smiled and slowly closed his eyes too, snuggling into the hug and relaxing his body to go back to sleep, Wilbur did the same and faster than they thought, the two fell asleep again.

[jokerislandgirl32]

Wild Violet's Chapter 1: The first official chapter of my rewrite of Wild Violet. Yeah! This chapter goes back in time to when Violet was 11 years old and still living with her parents. A hurricane changes everything for Violet's family, and she struggled to pick up the pieces. Very angst driven, but it needs to happen, forgive me.

ZV One Shot: Fluffy Zach, Violet, and Varina feels (aka family fluff) all based on one person's poking another in the arm. Varina is confused when she sees a strange marking on her daddy's bicep, and she's bound and determined to get to the bottom of it, much to Zach's displeasure.

[mateidontevenknow]

ONESHOT ALERT

Fandom: WWE

Ship: Roman Reigns x OC (Fem)

Ice cream makes everything better, part 2

The biggest mystery in the WWE revolves around Roman Reigns, more specifically, the woman who saved him. It was easy to avoid the issue while he was injured, but the moment he stepped back into the ring, he was bombarded with questions. Questions he answered in the same way every time.

"She'll tell you all about it when she's ready."

Raina wasn't ready. She wasn't nearly as confident as Roman and it showed. She still showed up to his matches, in a little bit of a disguise. She'd put on sunglasses and a hoodie, and she easily passed as just another fan. Not even Roman knew she was there.

She wasn't ready and she doubted that she'd ever be. That was until Vickie Guerrero decided to stick her nose into Roman's business. It was eight weeks after the incident, when Roman returned for his first match back. That day Vickie decided that she would figure out who his savior is, if it's the last thing she does.

After his match against AJ Styles, she jumped in the ring with a microphone and a mission.

"Tell us, Roman, who is the woman who saved you from Brock Lesnar? The WWE Universe wants to know. Is she your girlfriend? A family member? A random fan?"

"Vickie, you know what I said at the press conference. My answer hasn't changed."

"Are you really willing to dissapoint your fans like that?"

That's when Roman saw a flash of black hair, rapidly moving through the crowd toward him. He could recognize his roommate anywhere. Especially when she was wearing his hoodie.

"Actually, here she comes."

She jumped over the barricade and into the ring. Roman made a point of greeting her with a hug.

"Hey, you want the mic?"

Raina nodded enthusiastically and Roman handed her the microphone. Vickie attempted to apply some pressure.

"Finally, this is what the fans have been waiting for."

"Vickie, what do you want from me? What are you hoping to gain out of this?"

"I want to know who you are."

"Well, in that case, I'm a 34-year-old with a caffeine addiction and a need for death. And that is all you need to know."

"I want a name."

"Why? Because you have nothing better to base this segment on?"

The crowd gave an "Ohhhhhhh."

"That is not your concern."

"But it is though. Because you spent an entire press conference and the last five minutes trying to get information from Roman that isn't his to give. Also, I think we should talk about the last time Roman appeared on this show when he was beaten up by a sore loser..."

Raina emphasized the last two words.

She was interrupted by Brock Lesnar's theme song and logo on the big screen. He came running towards the ring, stopping right in front of it. A staff member handed him a microphone.

Raina turned to him.

"You know what, get your ass in this ring, right now. There's something you still need to do."

"What?"

Brock spoke loudly, demandingly but Raina wasn't fazed, looking like she is done with the man in front of her.

"Apologize."

Brock looked at her for the first time, stepping closer to her. For the first time, Raina was appreciative of her height, 5'11, not allowing the giant to tower over her.

"Fine, I'm sorry-"

"No, no, no, it's not my ribs you broke. Apologize to Roman."

Brock sighed before yelling into his microphone, getting up into Raina's face.

"The Beast doesn't have to apologize to anyone!"

Raina took a moment, listening to the crowd booing, before continuing. Not backing down, she started softly.

"You know what takes balls? Admitting a mistake. And at this very moment, my 4-year-old nephew has more balls than you. You wanna prove you're 'The Beast', huh? Then grow a pair before you step to me. You are going to apologize to Roman and you're going to mean it. Understood?"

"You're treating me like a child."

"I am treating you like a child. Why? Because you're acting like one. Now c'mon, you know what to do..."

Brock sighed in defeat before turning to Roman.

"Roman, I'm sorry for freaking out and attacking you, alright?"

He held out a hand, which Roman shook.

"Alright."

Raina looked please with herself as she checked her watch.

"Well, now that that is over with, we should probably clear the ring. Finn Balor and Damian Priest are up next. And Vickie, you're welcome, for giving your audience an entertaining segment."

And with that, Roman and Raina slid out of the ring, Roman leading her backstage. The moment they were out of earshot of the fans, Roman started laughing. Raina couldn't help but smile in her confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"I didn't even know you were here and then you came running with sunglasses, that I didn't even know you had and one of my hoodies. Suddenly you're putting Vickie in her place and demolishing Brock's ego. Honestly, you surprise me every day."

He wrapped an arm around her waist before ruffling her hair with his other hand.

"You're just mad 'cause I wear it better. Also, since she's so caught up with who I am, I decided to have a little fun with it."

A man with long hair and a fashion sense came up to the pair.

"Hey, Roman! Is this the roommate you were telling me about? Raina, right?"

"Yeah. Raina, this is Seth, Seth Rollins. And over there is Becky Lynch, his wife."

"Nice to meet you."

Raina shook his outstretched hand.

"So you're the girl who kicked Brock."

"That would be me."

Becky heard that and decided to make her herself known. Raina was not prepared for the accent, personality or charm that the Man possessed.

"Hey there, I'm Becky. You know, I watched that clip of you kickin' Brock and I just wanted to tell you, you have a future in the women's division. You can come train with me if you'd like."

Becky finished with a wink, handing me a card in the process. Unfortunately, Seth decided to step in.

"Seriously? You've only been in this conversation for 5 seconds and you're already trying to steal his girl. I think it's time for you and me to go home."

Raina laughed as Roman's arm tightened around her. She decided to stir the pot.

"I'll text you later, Becky."

She heard Becky laughing as Seth dragged her away.

"I think it's time for us to go home as well, before you leave me for Big Time Becks."

The pair walked out the back door, heading toward Roman's car.

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As soon as the door to their apartment swung shut, Roman had Raina wrapped up in a hug. An unrelenting one at that. She laughed as she squirmed.

"Let go, I need to go text Becky."

"Oh no, you don't. I think it's time you learn who you belong to."

Roman picked her up onto the kitchen counter top, securing himself in between her legs. His one arm held her around her waist while the other settled on her neck, using his thumb to caress her cheek.

"Is that so?"

Roman didn't answer, instead pressing a kiss to her lips. She kissed back eagerly, holding his face with her hand, the other falling on his shoulder. He moved even closer pressing himself into her even more as their kiss deepened. Her hand moved up to his neck in response.

After a few seconds, she pulled away. Her piercing green eyes gazed at him lovingly.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Well then; we probably shouldn't do it here."

Roman nodded before picking her up off the counter, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. She pressed her face into his neck as her arms held him around his neck. He carried her into his bedroom. He put her down on the edge of the bed before kneeling in front of her, standing on his knees between her legs, their faces only a few inches apart. She leaned down to kiss him, her hands caressing his face.

He had planned this in his head and Raina let him continue, relishing in her own uncertainty. She was relieved to know how much her body trusted him. It was rare for her to give up control so easily, but with Roman she felt safe. It was a welcome change.

He broke the kiss, dipping down to kiss her neck. Her hoodie, his hoodie, proved to be a problem early on and Roman was quick to get rid of it. He found one of his shirts underneath.

"You really robbed my closet, didn't you? It's fine you wear it better anyway, especially this V-neck."

He tugged on the shirt before pulling it off, leaving Raina in her black sports bra. He took advantage of this, kissing and sucking at the skin on her neck. He was leaving marks but neither of them seemed to care. She hummed in appreciation as her body visibly relaxed.

Roman caught sight of this, gently laying her down on the bed. His body followed. He looked into her eyes, watching as they threatened to fall shut. He smiled at the precious woman in front of him. He lied down on top of her, his head resting on her heart. He took hold of her hand, intertwining their fingers before gently pressing a kiss to the back.

"I don't think we should do this tonight. We should talk about this tomorrow morning and then we'll make a decision."

"Alright..."

It was clear to Roman that she wasn't completely listening. He chuckled at the sleep in her voice. He slowly stood up off of her, watching as her eyes fluttered shut. He scooped her up, putting her down further up the bed, so her head touched the pillow. As soon as the contact disappeared, she reached for him, missing the warmth of his hands. He chuckled as he pulled off his shirt.

"Don't worry, I'm right here."

He changed his pants before joining her in bed, pulling the blanket over both of them. Raina cuddled up into his chest, pressing her face into his chest. He wrapped one arm around her, the other finding her hands. She took his hand in both of hers before bringing it towards her lips. She kissed the back of his hand before burying her face again.

She kept a hold of his hand, fidgeting with his fingers and tracing the lines on his palm.

"I love you."

She said it first this time. Her voice was tired and muffled but he heard it.

"I love you too."

He said it with certainty as the arm around her tightened. She leaned into his warmth. A smile graced her face as she processed his words. This had never happened to her before.

"Thank you."