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In This Together | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: The beginning of your journey through parenthood with Eddie

Content: pregnancy fic (reader finds out she’s pregnant), mentions of nausea and throwing up, fluff, use of y/n

Word Count: 1.9K

a/n: so this is the first part “series” and if you have any requests/things you would like to read for this please let me know and i will be more than happy to oblige!

For the past week, life has been throwing you punches left and right.

On your way home from work one night, your car decided that in the middle of a thunderstorm would be the perfect time to break down. Luckily, your mechanic husband came to the rescue. Unluckily, he ordered chinese takeout for dinner to cheer you up, which led to you getting food poisoning.

You’ve had to call off of work for the past five days due to being ill. Somehow, Eddie must’ve skipped on the side dish of foodborne illness because he never ended up getting sick.

Eddie has been picking up a few extra shifts this week because you were so stressed about missing work and the effect that would have on your paycheck. Honestly, money hasn’t been much of an issue lately, but he insisted on working so his chance for a promotion would increase.

You’ve been an emotional wreck without him lately. Every time he leaves you feel like he’s going off to war and you have no idea when he’ll return. He thinks it’s adorable while you think you’re going insane. Sometimes throughout the day you’ll spray his cologne, even though the scent has been making you a bit queasy for some reason.

You haven’t been able to keep any food down, so you decided to give your mom a call and ask for her special soup recipe. She always made it when a friend or family member was sick and you swear it has healing powers.

“Hi, mom. it’s me” you say, voice hoarse from all the throwing up.

“Hi, sweetie. you sound awful, is everything okay?”

Tears immediately fill your eyes when she asks. Your period must be coming soon because your emotions have been all over the place.

“Not really. I’ve had food poisoning and I can’t keep anything down, so I just wanted the recipe for your soup”

“Oh, honey. Is Eddie there to make it for you?”

“N-no. he’s working like all the time recently because he’s up for a promotion and I just miss him so much that I think I'm losing my mind and I'm also starving but the thought of eating anything makes me want to puke '' you sob.

“y/n, are you pregnant?”

“what? no i’m not preg-” your voice drifts as realization hits you. You missed your period last month, but chalked it up to stress and this month is halfway over and you still haven’t gotten it.

“y/n? are you there?”

“y-yeah i’m here. I just, um, I think I need to sit down.”

“I’m coming over, honey. don’t worry everything will be okay”

In shock, you hang up the phone without saying another word. Could you really be pregnant? I mean, let’s be honest you and Eddie go at it like rabbits, so it shouldn’t be a surprise, but it is.

You and Eddie have discussed having kids on many occasions, but you both agreed to wait until the time was right. You wanted to move into a bigger house, nothing too fancy that you’d be paying off for the rest of your lives, but one big enough for your little rascals to run around. All you ever both wanted was a house filled with love and laughter, no matter how big or small.

After anxiously sitting in silence, your mom walks through the door with handfuls of grocery bags and she looks just about as frazzled as you do.

“yep. you’re pregnant.” is the first thing she says and you groan. “how do you know? Are you secretly psychic or something?”

“all mothers are psychic, you’ll find that out very soon. So, I bought all the fixins for my soup, three pregnancy tests, and a gallon of water. Drink up, i’ll start cooking”

You pour yourself a glass of water and chug until there isn’t a drop left in the cup.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a grandma! Between Eddie’s hair and your eyes, this baby is going to be beautiful.”

“Alright, I’ll go take the tests but please don’t get your hopes up”

In reality, you had your hopes up too. The thought of having a baby that was a mix of you and Eddie was the most amazing thing you could ever think of. You hoped they’d have his eyes, which if your kid is anything like their dad, they will use those big, brown eyes against you.

Maybe this hypothetical baby will even have a passion for music and Eddie can teach them how to play guitar. You can see it now. Your baby wouldn’t even be a year old before Eddie tried to form a family band.

“Don’t look at the first test until you take the other two!” your mother shouts as you disappear into the bathroom.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself after you're done and the anticipation is killing you. This plastic stick is holding the answer to your future and you still had two more to take before you could find out.

Almost a gallon of water and three pregnancy tests later, the pink sticks lay face down on the bathroom sink counter.

“Will you look for me? I can’t do it”

“Let’s do it together, okay? This is a wonderful experience” your mom squeezes your hand and you try to gather yourself.

On the count of three, you each pick one up and you gasp when you turn it around.

Two pink lines

Two. Pink. Lines

“It’s positive!” you shriek, anxiety replaced with glee. “Are they all positive?” you scan over all three and they show the same result.

You start to cry again, but this time it’s happy tears. Like the tears you cried when Eddie told you he loved you for the first time, then again when he got down on one knee, and also when he vowed to love you for the rest of his life no matter what, a promise he’s yet to break and you are confident he never will.

Your mom also begins to cry tears of joy while giving a hug. She was right, this is a wonderful experience.

When the thought crossed your mind during the phone call earlier, you were horrified. Now, you realize there’s nothing to be scared of. You’re having a baby with the man you love more than anything.

“When are you going to tell him? I don’t know how long I can keep this in!” she exclaims

“I’m telling him tonight I don’t think I can wait longer than that. But, please don’t say anything to anyone until we’re ready”

“I won’t. Now, tell me how you’re gonna tell him!”

Once your mom left, you decided to make yourself more presentable and set up a nice dinner for when Eddie got home. He would be home any minute and you were oozing with excitement.

The table was set, soup was on the stove, and you had put the tests in a gift bag with some tissue paper.

You had no worries about Eddie reacting badly to this news and not only did that soothe your nerves, it also reaffirmed that being with him was the best decision you ever made.

You hear his vehicle pull into the driveway and you scurry over to the door, ready to greet him the second he walks in.

“Eddie!” you squeal, throwing your arms around his neck right when he comes inside. “hey, baby” he arms wrap around your waist and pulls you into him. “How are you feeling?” he pulls back slightly to put his hand on your forehead to check if you have a temperature.

“So much better now that you’re home” you nuzzle into him and bask in the feeling of his presence. “Sweetheart, you didn’t have to make dinner. you’re sick” he pouts and you can’t resist the urge to kiss him. He tastes like spearmint gum with a hint of the chapstick you force him to wear because his lips are too pretty to be chapped.

“My mom came over and made it, actually. she says hi, by the way” you lead him over to the couch and sit down. “Her special soup? fuck yeah” he says and you giggle at the enthusiasm.

“So, I was gonna wait until dinner but I have a present for you” you say, giddily. “A present for lil ol’ me? oh you didn’t have to, darlin’” he says in a fake southern accent. “Stay here, you goof”

You return to the living room, gift bag in hand and a big smile on your face. Eddie hasn’t seen your smile much since you got “food poisoning” and it’s the best present he can think of. For now, at least.

“Don’t just stare at me! Open it!” you excitedly demand as you stand in front of him where he’s sat on the couch.

“you’re just so goddamn pretty. i missed that smile” fuck, you love him so much. If you weren’t so nauseous and in anticipation for him to find out you're pregnant you’d take him to the bedroom and show him just how much you appreciate him.

“Eddie, I love you, but if you don’t open it right now I’ll make sure to never smile again” you threaten and try not to smile, but you can’t help it. After all these years, you still feel the same way you did on your first date with him. Absolutely lovesick.

“Jeez, no need for threats, Mrs. Munson” he teases and you playfully roll your eyes.

He tears through the tissue paper like it’s christmas morning and stops in his tracks once he looks in the bag.

“Is this?” He pulls out each test and stares intently at each one. “Are you?” He looks up at you with wide eyes and apparently he’s lost the ability to form a sentence. “yeah. we’re having a baby” and here come the waterworks again. Damn hormones.

His hand rests on your stomach and you cover his hand with your own. “Are you okay with that?” you whisper and he stands up, hand still on your belly. “I’m - fuck- I thought I’d be scared shitless when this day came, but I’m not. Are you okay with this?”

“I’m a little scared when I think of things like how we’re gonna have to move eventually and ya know, the whole childbirth part that’s probably gonna rip me to shreds, but I’m happy. Really happy”

“Me too and I think I’m gonna get that promotion to manager, which comes with a huge raise. We’ve been saving up for this since we got married, babe. We’re gonna be fine, okay?”

“I’m gonna get huge” you whine and he chuckles then presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I know. think about how big your tits are gonna get” he jokes. “Eddie! this is supposed to be sentimental!” you chide with a laugh. “But, seriously. Are you still gonna love me when I'm all swollen and grumpy? or when I make you get me ice cream at two in the morning?”

“First of all, you already make me get you ice cream at two in the morning. Second, you’re carrying our baby. If anything, I'm going to love you even more” he promises and pulls you into a loving hug.

“Is it okay that I’m somewhat terrified?” you ask, words a little muffled from your face being buried in his chest.

“I am too, but we’re in this together, yeah?” he assures you.

“yeah. together”

my baby fever has been through the roof lately i can’t wait to write more of these :)))

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sunflowersandsapphires · 7 months

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With your steady hand

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 3

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: Matt and Foggy go head to head in a prank war, much to your dismay.

warnings: Swearing, fluff, descriptions of homesickness

a/n: Did I mean to make everyone cry in this chapter? No. But here we are. (Honestly, from what I can remember, crying was a popular pastime my first semester of college.) We get a little Foggy vulnerability as a side dish for the Matt and Reader vulnerability. I had a great time with this chapter so I hope everyone enjoys!

w/c: 5.6k

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed the food around your plate indifferently. Your stomach balked at the idea of eating, but you were aware that you needed to. The only thing you’d eaten in the past 48 hours was dry cereal, and that had to be bad, right?

“You ok?” The quiet, concerned voice of Matt from beside you made you jump. In your groggy haze, you’d completely forgotten he was next to you, and, honestly, that you were out in public at all.

“Yup. Fine. Just not hungry.” Was the bland response you gave. It didn’t appease either of your friends, both of them frowning with worry. You’d been acting…off for over a week now. The cheerful, silly personality that Matt had unwittingly fallen for retreating into a worn out husk of a law student. Though he couldn’t see, Matt would bet dollars to donuts that the bags under your eyes were prominent given how sluggish you’d been recently. Not to mention that you hadn’t spoken up in any class the past few days, which was extremely out of character.

Though Matt was too afraid to admit that he could tell, he knew your blood sugar was extremely low right now. Oddly enough, you weren’t lying when you said you weren’t hungry.

“Are you sure you’re feeling ok?” Foggy prompted, seemingly following the same train of thought that Matt was currently on. “You didn’t eat much. Did you catch that flu that’s been going around?”

You shook your head, giving a thin smile. “Nah, just not hungry. I’m ok, guys, promise.”

But neither guy was convinced by your lackluster argument. After studying quietly in their room, and neglecting a plate of takeout, you muttered something about having chores to do and headed home—much to the dismay of your friends.

“Ok, what the hell is up with her?” Foggy scoffed, feigning annoyance despite the obvious worry in his tone.

“I wish I knew.” Matt affirmed, falling backwards on his bed and throwing his arms over his face.

“She said she wasn’t sick. Did something happen?” Foggy questioned.

“She might be stressed, midterms will do crazy things to people.”

“Yah, but when she gets stressed about school she is usually all…ramble-y and stuff. Not like this. It’s like she’s not even here.” The air in the room swished as Foggy gestured wildly, his passionate concern aggravating his already violent hand movements.

“I know, Fog.”

“You should try talking to her. She’s more likely to tell you.” Foggy accused, rolling his eyes.

Matt just snorted in disbelief.

“You laugh, but we both know it’s true. You have a ‘special connection.’” The blond’s voice swayed on the last two words, as if he were a middle schooler pointing out Matt’s crush.

“Bullshit.” Matt snarked.

“You wound me, Murdock. You think the heart eyes you two are always making at each other can escape my powers of observation?” What?

“How on earth does a blind man make ‘heart eyes’ at someone?” Matt chuckled, trying to cover up the way his chest was pounding at the thought of his feelings for you being returned.

“Uh, you tell me, dude! It’s goddamn unbearable. Not only are 90% of the women on this campus ogling you at all times, but you’re too infatuated with our mutual friend to even notice, and you refuse to date her. How am I even supposed to flap my wingman wings?!”

“I told you, Foggy, she deserves better than I can treat her.” Matt groaned at his roommate’s insistence.

“Yah, yah, lie to me all you want, Murdock, I’m taking notes for my best man speech at your wedding.” Foggy shook his finger at Matt who smirked. “Seriously, though. If anyone is going to get to the bottom of whatever’s going on with her, it’s you.”

“Hmm, I know she works tonight, I’ll see if she’ll talk to me about it during her shift.” Matt plotted aloud.

“Keep me updated, man. I worry about that little jitterbug. She’s too sweet for this cruel world.” Foggy sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right about that.”

Breathing shakily, you ripped the elastic out of your hair and began massaging your temples, to no avail. The pounding ache that had settled over your skull remained, increasing the likelihood that you’d burst into tears from ‘pretty likely’ to ‘it’s a miracle the breakdown hasn’t started yet’. Feeling a lump build in your esophagus, you turned to Jen, who was working at the bookstore with you as you slowly fell apart.

“You ok, babes?” Your roommate prompted, attentive gaze not missing your glassy eyes and choked inhales.

Not trusting your voice, you shook your head, looking at her pleadingly as your lip quivered.

“Aw, love!” Jen pulled you into a hug, siphoning tears from your eyes almost immediately. “What’s wrong? Still missing your mom?”

“Mmm hmm.” You choked out around a sob. Squeezing you tightly, she hummed in understanding.

“Why don’t you go sit in the back for a little bit? I’ll be fine holding down the fort.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, babes. Go watch a movie or something. I’ll yell if I need ya.”

Nodding dolefully, you rubbed at your damp eyes and padded to the closet-sized employee break room in the corner of the bookshop.

Twisting his cane in his sweaty hands, Matt blew out a breath before entering the quiet store. His walk over from campus had been tumultuous despite the short distance. It had quickly occurred to him that cornering you at work might not be the best plan of action, unless alienating you whilst ruining the beautiful trust you currently held for him was the goal.

Against his better judgment, he shoved open the door, trying not to wince as the bell chimed to signal his arrival. Hesitating for a moment, Matt realized it wasn't you at the counter, but your roommate.

“Hi Matt!” Jen greeted him. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too, Jen,” Matt smiled, though the knot of nervousness in his stomach was expanding after hearing your soft cries coming from the break room. “Is, uh, is she working tonight?”

The older girl hummed knowingly, “Yah, she's in the back.” Matt thanked her but she called after him before he could find you. “Just, be gentle with her, ok? She's having a tough week.”

Nodding in understanding, Matt gave what he hoped was a comforting 'I promise not to spook our mutual friend' thumbs up, setting off to keep you company.

Knocking on the open door lightly, Matt heard you sniffle and scrub at your face in an attempt to look put together before responding. “I'll be right out, Jen—”

“Not Jen.” He answered simply. “Just a friend who thought you might want some company.”

Your muffled footsteps wandered towards him, pulling the door ajar when you reached it.

Matt's confidence stumbled, your salty tears and wavering breaths immediately setting him on edge. “Tell me to fuck off and I'll leave. I just thought—” His words were interrupted by a grunt of surprise as you fell solidly against him, arms winding around his waist.

“Hey,” His hands slid up to anchor you, one sprawled over your shoulders while the other stroked your hair to offer succor when you began to tremble with renewed sobs. “Hey, you're alright, I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Wiping your face with one hand, you stood up, removing your arms from around him. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry all over your shirt. Shit, I'm so sorry, Matty.”

“Don't worry about that, sweetheart.” Matt's hand drifted to your clammy cheek, swiping a stray tear away when it fell. “That's why I'm here. You…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “You seemed like midterms were weighing on you, and I thought you could use some extra support. Let's go sit, yah?” Tenderly taking your hand, he let you guide him to the musty couch, closing the door behind you.

As Matt collapsed into the ancient cushions, he could feel the plumes of dust rising from the impact. Scrunching his nose against the resulting tickle, he eagerly enveloped you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head when you settled against his chest. “Did you want to talk about what's going on? You had Foggy and I quite worried when you ran out on us this afternoon.”

Exhaling shakily, you unconsciously arched into his touch, his hands rubbing slow circles into your lower back. “I don't know, Matty. I...it's a long story, I'm sure you don't want–”

Feeling you tense up beneath him, Matt could practically hear your thoughts as you distanced him from the root of your vulnerability. “Don’t shut me out, sweetheart, please. Anything you want to share I will gladly listen to.”

“It’s stupid. You’re going to think I’m a baby.” You murmured, tracing the buttons on his shirt.

“I would never, bubs, you know that. You’re the strongest girl I know, that’s why I’m so worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Matty.”

“Well, tell me what’s up with you and maybe I’ll stop.” He smirked at you and you groaned, though your lips twitched marginally.

You muttered something under your breath and, though he could hear you just fine, he scrunched his brow dramatically. “You’re going to need to speak up, dear, I didn’t catch that.” He cupped a hand around one ear, grinning when you rolled your eyes and shoved him.

“I said…I really miss my mom.” You admitted feebly.

“Aw, sweetheart, that’s not stupid at all!” Matt’s expressive face pinched in sympathy as he waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been talking to her over the phone pretty frequently but it’s not the same. She’s all I had growing up, I’m not used to her not being…here. God, that’s so childish!”

“No, it’s not. I may not be homesick for the orphanage, but I haven’t had the easiest time adjusting either.”

“Really?”

“Yah, bubs, really. There are things about this new freedom that I enjoy, of course, but I do miss the familiarity of my old routine. It’s not childish, I promise.” Running his hands over your arms, he smirked. “You know what is childish?”

“What?”

Bending at the waist, Matt drew his cane from the floor and turned it to display the two plastic circles that had been haphazardly slapped on the black foam handle. Taking the cane from him, you traced a finger over the new decorations and giggled.

“What the fuck?” Disbelief and humor slowly halting your tears, you looked eagerly to Matt for an explanation. Two standard googly eyes, placed at a lopsided angle, wiggled at you as you passed him back the item in question.

“My thoughts exactly.” Matt chuckled. “Foggy bought a bag of googly eyes at the dollar store and has been sticking them to everything in our room. I had to pull a pair off of my glasses before coming over here.”

“You should’ve left them on. Let everyone know what a serious law student you are.” You snickered, snuggling against Matt’s chest again. “Why, exactly, did he choose to do this?”

Matt chuckled, “I think it was his idea of a prank. Pretty minor offense, though. He’s told me horror stories about the things he and his brother used to do.” Shuddering, he bit his lip to keep from purring as you began rubbing his back. “It’s kind of…sweet though? I think it’s his way of showing me I’m like family.”

His throat clenched as he spoke that realization. You smiled, squeezing him tightly. “That is sweet, Matty. I hope you realize how much we care for you.”

“We?” The dark haired boy can barely contain his tease as he gave you the most innocent glance he can muster.

“Shut up, trouble. You know I care about you. Even if I’m not putting googly eyes on all your stuff. To be fair, though, I don’t think I’ve ever pranked anyone.”

“Really?” Chuckling incredulously, Matt was surprised that you’d never played a practical joke, given your adorable goofiness and slight pettiness.

“Not that I can recall. Is that weird?” Your mind was quick to plummet back into anxiety, worrying that Matt would be alarmed by your lack of a normal childhood.

“Of course not, bubs. It just seems like something you’d find funny, is all.”

“Aren’t they…mean?” The hesitation in your voice didn’t surprise him, his heart suddenly swelling with an intense desire to shelter you from anything harmful.

“Sometimes, but not the ones I’m planning.” He assured you.

“What did you have planned?”

“Well…” Matt eagerly divulged his schemes, egged on by your renewed giggles and steady heart. If pranking Foggy would make you happy, he’d gladly involve you in it.

A few days later, you were practically glowing with excitement as you “studied” beside Matt. Echoing footsteps in the hallway outside the door sparked a gasp and you spun towards Matt eagerly.

“Is that him? Is he here?” You nearly squealed.

Chuckling at your darling, albeit very caffeinated, display of giddiness about a terrible prank, Matt shushed you. “That’s not him, sweetheart, but you have to keep your game face on.”

Raising your arm in a mock salute, you jested. “Sir, yes sir.”

Dutifully returning to the book on your lap, you took a few inadequate notes on the chapter before the door unlatched, Matt threw you a grin. “Act natural.”

Foggy traipsed into the room, immediately picking up on the unusual vibes in the air.

“Hey…” Looking between you and Matt skeptically, he dropped his book bag to the floor unceremoniously before crossing his arms over his chest. “Didn’t know we had a study group meeting today.”

“Oh we don’t, I was just bored so I called Matt to see if the two of you wanted to hang out.” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning a page in your Civil Procedure book.

Matt was absolutely floored when the lie slipped between your sweet lips with sincerity. Given all the energy you’d exhibited before, he’d assumed you’d reveal the prank far too early. Trying not to look at you with the surprise that overtook his mind, he added, “I told her that I was studying for CivPro and invited her over. Is that a problem?”

Foggy narrowed his eyes at the pair of you, clearly not convinced something fishy wasn’t afoot. But his disbelief didn’t save him. Vaulting himself onto his semi-lofted bed, an inglorious noise shattered the tense silence in the room.

As you burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, Matt was forced to continue to prank on his own. “Oh my god, Foggy, we have company.”

Turning beet red, the blond spluttered in response, “That wasn’t—I mean, I…SHUT UP!” Ripping back the covers, Foggy found the culprit instantly and hurled it towards Matt.

With a smug grin, Matt tilted his head towards the scrap of thin rubber. “What is this, Fog?”

“You know damn well what it is, you ass!” Foggy scowled, hopping off his mattress to point at Matt accusingly. “A Whoopie Cushion?? What are we, five??”

Still in stitches, you were leaning against Matt who was holding you up with a single arm. Foggy was unamused. “You know, I expect this childishness from Murdock, but you?” The long-haired law student bit out your last name as if he were a teacher scolding you for distracting the other students. “I expected better of you. Fuck this, I’m leaving.”

That broke you out of your state of humor. Launching yourself off of Matt’s bed, you stumbled towards your sulking friend with less grace than intended. Your over caffeination and extended time sitting had quickly drained the blood from your head. “Foggy, wait—Woah…” You swayed on your feet. Thankfully, Foggy caught you before you could hit the carpeted cement with your entire body weight.

“Christ, jitterbug, you don’t have to pass out on me to keep me here.” He sighed, handing you gratefully back to Matt who pulled you into a seated position at his side once again.

“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly, “Got light headed. But please don’t leave! Matt was just teaching me how to prank someone.”

“She’d never pranked anyone before.” Matt explained further.

“Never?” Foggy whistled. “Fuck. Guess you’re forgiven then. Murdock, you’re still on my shit list.”

“For a Whoopie cushion? I’m sorry, are you not the roommate who covered a blind man’s stuff in googly eyes?”

“Et tu, brute!” Laying a hand across his chest in mock offense, Foggy’s eyes glimmered as he continued to play up his innocence. “I’ve already told you. That was our mischievous ghost roommate, Steve.”

“Ah, right. Then I guess we can blame him for the Whoopie cushion too.” Matt raised an eyebrow, silently challenging his roommate.

The blond mirrored him, accepting the challenge with an even tone. “I guess we can.”

Looking between the two of them, you felt a lick of apprehension roll up your spine. This was far from the end, that much was clear.

Dashing up the musty staircase, Matt fumbled with his keys. Slamming open the door, he ran his hands along the spines of books beside his bed, snatching the correct one. The book was tossed haphazardly onto the bed as Matt stripped out of his rain-drenched shirt.

Last night had quickly gotten away from him. Originally planning to stay up late and study for his final midterm, he’d parked himself in the library with a thermos of coffee and his American History textbook. Given your tendency to unwittingly distract him, and his roommate’s constant foghorn-like snoring, alone in the library was the most appealing option if he wanted to pass this exam. However, his sex drive was not as devoted to his academic success. A bubbly girl from his history class had greeted him, offering to help him cram for the looming test. He’d gratefully accepted, but they’d only made it through a single chapter before she’d invited him back to her room.

Exhausted from his strenuous activities and the resulting lack of sleep, he’d inevitably overslept. His internal clock was apparently not as effective as the blaring alarm that he normally used. Sprinting home through the deluge of rain, he had mere minutes to change and get to Legal Methods.

So here he was, relinquishing his soaked through button up to the floor as he plucked the first shirt from his dresser. Flinging on the shirt–which had short sleeves for some reason–and his raincoat, he flew out the door and towards his class.

He was barely late, but you still looked at him smugly when he finally plopped down beside you, eliciting a few laughs from other students in the classroom.

“About time you showed up, trouble. How was your night?” You murmured, trying not to draw any more attention to the two of you.

He didn’t need sight to know you were dramatically wiggling your eyebrows at him. “You heard about that, huh?” He asked, blushing furiously. While he was depressingly still hung up on you, the raw animalistic desires that composed his Id could only be suppressed for so long.

“Oh Foggy spared no detail when we got coffee this morning.”

Trying his damndest not to feel miffed that you’d had coffee with only his roommate, he aimed for a nonchalant tone. “Coffee with Fog, huh?”

“Well, it could have been both of you if you’d answered your phone.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head at the subtle pout on Matt’s face. “Don’t worry, trouble, you’re still my best guy.”

For a moment, all Matt could feel was the stutter of his heart. “Oh–uh, that’s,” He stammered, face glowing with a crimson blush. You giggled at his response.

“So is the raincoat a permanent fixture or did you just forget to take it off?”

Matt rolled his eyes, “Well, someone started talking to me and I got distracted.” Unzipping the vinyl jacket, he began to pry it off when a choking sound from you halted his movements.

“What?” He muttered, with feigned exasperation.

“Is that a new shirt?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing, already speculating just who had purchased that garment. The button down looked nothing like the simple ones Matt usually donned, and he usually dressed more conservatively in longer sleeved garments–there was no way he had purchased this fabric of his own free will.

Unlike the dark sweaters and monochrome shirts that made up the rest of his wardrobe, this shirt was…colorful, to say the least. The pattern was a horrendous combination of flames and hawaiian style flowers. A ring of scarlet cartoon hibiscus blossoms sat atop Matt’s waistline, composing a base for the flames, which looked like they’d been pulled off of a racist’s motorcycle.

Matt ran a hand along the hem, tilting his head in confusion. “This isn’t my shirt, is it?”

Stifling another round of giggles, you shook your head. “I don’t believe so, no.”

“You’re laughing. Fuck, what does it look like?”

“Um, it’s got flowers and…fire on it? Definitely not your style.”

“Shit!” Matt hissed, zipping up his coat as quietly as he could. “Foggy must’ve put it in my dresser.”

You bit back a smile, turning your attention to the professor who had begun looking for students to pick on.

After a few hours of legal jargon flowing in one ear and out the other, Matt could barely sit still—his mind already planning the trip home to inspect the rest of his clothes, which he assumed had also been replaced. Though he’d been willing to beg for your assistance, he’d only needed to ask for you to come with once before you agreed sincerely, clearly pitying him and his ugly shirt.

Sure enough, when they’d returned to his dorm and examined the contents of his dresser, it was filled with clothes that were most certainly not his. The textures were all wrong and you confirmed that they were all garishly patterned.

With a low growl, Matt slammed the drawer of his dresser shut, making you jump.

“Hey, it’s ok, we can just ask Foggy to put your stuff back!” You reasoned, placatingly.

Shaking his head with a snarl, he clenched his fists. “Oh no. This means war.”

You gulped, not finding an ounce of sarcasm in his words. If you were Foggy, you’d be begging for forgiveness about now.

The next couple weeks passed in an agonizing blur of lengthy readings and lonely work shifts. Matt and Foggy had doubled down on their efforts to out-prank each other, and it was beginning to take its toll on their relationship.

As the weather turned chilly and fallen leaves began to carpet the ground, you were finding it difficult to be in the same room with the two of them. After the wardrobe incident, Matt had sulked for two days, refusing to hang out with Foggy until he'd had his revenge. Armed with a box of hot pink hair dye and a few permanent markers, Matt was sure he'd be able to make Foggy look as ridiculous as those shirts made him feel. If your shocked reaction was any measurement, he'd say the effort succeeded.

Of course, Foggy rewarded this behavior with a prank of his own. Finding and removing his formerly pristine school supplies from mounds of loose Jello had been a horrendous sensory experience that Matt NEVER wanted to repeat. That was approximately 4 days ago and Matt was STILL finding dried bits of lime jello in his pen caps.

The two continued to trade practical jokes, currently locked in a battle of removing each other’s furniture. He was still working on his most recent prank at your next study group session. With the help of a floormate, Matt had been able to move Foggy's desk, chair, and mattress to the roof of the dorm. Sweating profusely while he heaved the plastic covered mattress up the last flight of stairs, he didn't hear you approaching.

“Whatcha doin'?“ You asked cautiously, taking in the manic determination on full display.

”Pranking...Foggy.” He managed. Fuck he needed to hit a gym.

“Well, that was a given. Do we think that this is still within the realm of friendly teasing? Or...”

“He can sleep on a bed...when my stuff...stops smelling like it's made of fucking fruit.”

“Hmmm. Ok. I'll be in your room then.” You replied, your words tinged with a disappointment that Matt wasn't anticipating. It irked him, pulling at his stressed consciousness uncomfortably. How come you hadn’t shown the same reaction when Foggy had moved his things across the hall a week ago? Shrugging off the guilt he felt, he mustered up the strength to shove the mattress up to its destination.

Huffing breaths as he shuffled down the stairs to you, he couldn't shake the lingering irritation that your tone had implanted in his psyche. You were sitting on folded legs in his bed, textbook open in your lap.

“Ready to study?” You questioned, not glancing up from the text.

“Depends, am I going to get a lecture?”

“On intentional torts? I'm not an expert, but I can definitely try--” Your innocent tone did nothing to soothe his growing frustration.

“That's not what I meant and we both know that.” He bit out, “If you have a problem with it, you can just say so, I'm not made of glass.”

“There's no problem, Matty.” Your heart stuttered and his anger sparked.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed, pacing in front of you.

“I don't know what's up with you and Fog, that's your business, this just seems...extreme, Matt.”

“He took my clothes, that wasn't 'extreme' to you?”

“I didn't say that! I'm just saying this isn't an effective way to communicate that you weren't comfortable with him touching your stuff.”

Rolling his eyes, Matt yanked the door open. “On second thought, I think I'm good with this chapter of torts. I'll see you in class next week.”

“Matt,” He couldn't bear to focus on you, your rapidly crumpling body language, the lump of emotion in your throat.

“Please. I don't want to lose another friend.” He pleaded.

Sighing in defeat, you closed the book and left without a word.

Matt breathed shallowly, matching his inhales to the pattern of your retreating steps as he cursed himself for turning you away. Setting his jaw, he swiped away a drop of moisture from his cheek and set off for the stairs.

It was hours before Foggy got home, out with a group of students from his Modern Dance class. Walking carefully into the dark room, he flipped on the lights and hunkered down on his bed, stripping off his dirty socks before opening his Property textbook.

“Hey Matt, have you started on the Property essay yet?” He asked the stiff lump of a man who lay in his own bed facing the wall.

“No.” Came the gruff response of his surly roommate.

“Shit, I was hoping you'd have started with our jitterbug so I could mooch some tips off you two geniuses.”

Matt didn't so much as snort in response to the bad joke. Instead, he abruptly rolled over and snatched his cane from its place beside the door.

“I'm going for a walk.” Matt remarked, icily.

“Oh, uh, ok did you want—”

“No.” Shutting the door firmly on his way out, Foggy blinked at his shadow as it disappeared.

“Goodnight to you too, I guess” He scoffed, turning back to his assignment with a roll of his eyes.

Setting your jaw, you blew out a breath and knocked on the door. When you received silence in return, you rolled your eyes and knocked with more vigor. “Matthew, Franklin, I know you’re in there!”

A very apprehensive Foggy appeared as the door slid open. Shoving past him and into the room, you gave a furtive smile. “Hello, how are you, I'm also well, thanks for asking.” You rattled off, collapsing into Matt's creaky desk chair.

Foggy was still hovering nervously by the door, avoiding your stern gaze, while Matt courageously pretended not to notice your presence--fingers running over lines of braille in a thick book. Folding your hands together, you plastered on a sardonic grin. “Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I would like to kindly request that you two get your shit together.”

Your blunt words and brash tone ignited defensiveness in them both. Foggy spluttered and Matt turned to face you with a look of indignation.

“What are you–” “We weren't–”

“Cut the crap.” You interrupted the pair, leaning against the frame of the chair and crossing your arms. “You want to fight with each other? Let a stupid prank war drive our group apart? Fine. But the least you can fucking do is grow some balls and tell me that yourselves. I'm tired of the sulking. So, what'll it be? Are we done?”

Both boys sat sheepishly in their own silence. Foggy kicked his feet as if he were a toddler on a swing, Matt looked like a kicked puppy—crimson blush glowing on his cheeks as he pushed up his glasses.

After several moments of hesitant silence, Matt spoke up. “We aren’t done.”

Nodding in relief, you jerked your chin at Foggy, “Fog, you agree?”

“Course I do! There’s no way I’ll graduate without the two of you. It’s in my best interests to keep you happy.” It was clearly meant to seem like a joke, but the way Foggy’s voice trailed off at the end made you tilt your head.

“Hey, you know that’s not true right? You’re plenty capable of doing this on your own!” Frowning, you watched as Foggy’s face crumpled before your legs were moving of their own accord, carrying you to his side as he turned his glossy eyes to his bedspread. “Hey, Fog, I’m serious!”

Running a hand along his shoulder, your heart split in two as fat tears slipped down his face.

“Fog, buddy, you’re so smart!” Matt chimed in, crossing the divide between the two beds and settling on the blond’s over side. Tugging Foggy to rest against your shoulder, Matt’s head stacked against yours atop Foggy’s blond hair–the three of you melding together into a stressed heap as the heightened emotions of the past week culminated.

“It’s true, don’t deny it.” Foggy lamented from his place on your shoulder, strands of his thick hair sticking to the glistening trails that ran across his blotchy cheeks. “I have no idea what I’m doing, I shouldn’t be here! Maybe my parents are right and I should drop out to work in the family store instead.”

“The hell you should! You’re just as capable of this shit as we are.” You assured him, rubbing a hand up and down his sweatshirt clad arm. “And you’re not the only one worried about passing. I freak out about that every day!”

“Yah, but you’re not the one who failed the Civil Procedure midterm.” The long haired boy sobbed.

You froze, second-hand anxiety rippling through you like a stiff breeze. Matt’s head lifted from yours and cocked towards his roommate. “Oh Fog, why didn’t you tell us?”

“You were mad at me and we weren’t hanging out anymore and–and–” The poor kid was bawling, fists clenching around the worn fabric of his pajama pants as feelings of terror and embarrassment welled up in his chest.

“It’s ok, bud, just breathe.” You soothed shakily, trying to model steady breaths for him. Sensing your intentions, Matt smiled encouragingly.

“That’s it, dude. You got it.” When the blond’s breathing evened, Matt nudged his shoulder gently. “I’m really sorry that I pushed you away. I was acting like a fucking middle schooler instead of being honest with you. Just know, you can always always come to me, even if we’re fighting.”

“Same here.” You added, studying Matt’s blank eyes for a moment, “That goes for both of you.”

“Can we go back to being best friends now?” Foggy sniffled, pulling back to look between you and Matt warily.

“We never stopped being best friends, silly,” Pulling Foggy into a tight hug, you huffed a chuckle as he sighed in relief.

“Well, ya could’ve fooled me.” The words were muffled as Foggy continued to press his face into your cardigan.

The bed stirred underneath you as Matt shifted uncomfortably. Clearing his throat, you could see him building up the courage to confess, “I’ve never, uh, I’ve never really had…friends before.” Matt’s words were calculated, trying not to reveal too much anguish as he spoke. “I had a mentor for a bit, at the orphanage, but that was it. So, I’ll admit, I’m not the most…practiced at this.”

“That’s ok, Matty. We can teach you. Right, Fog?” Taking the raven-haired boy’s hand, you waited for the other’s assent.

He nodded viciously, swiping a hand over his damp face. “Of course.”

Squeezing Matt’s hand, you giggled. “You’re stuck with us now, Matty.”

With a satisfied grin, Matt threw an arm over Foggy’s shoulders. “Thank god. Who else will put googly eyes on all my stuff?”

Foggy smiled as you giggled, but his face quickly fell as you brought up studying again. “As for that test Fog, we can go through it together. There’s plenty of time until the end of the semester and we have two other exams. You can do this.”

“You think so?” Biting his lip, Foggy glanced between you and Matt.

“We know so, bud.” Matt promised. “We’re in this together. Right, jitterbug?”

“Ok, where is this ‘jitterbug’ nonsense coming from.” You scoffed, biting back a smile at Matt’s hearty laugh.

“Don’t ask me, Foggy started it!” Matt chuckled.

“Sure, pass the blame to the crying kid!” Rolling his eyes, Foggy elbowed Matt in the chest.

“You’re not even crying anymore!”

“You’re both deflecting!” You butted in, earning new excuses from both boys.

As the three of you argued, you remained a knot of limbs–shadows and pink rays of light dancing across your smiles as the sun set.

Thank you for reading!!

Bonus Content: the shirt referenced in Foggy's second prank!!

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Shelby, part 1/?

Shelby was looking to make extra cash and had decided to try producing content. First they were going to do their research. They looked up online what they could possibly do, coming across one video saying: “-if you actually want to make money you need to find your niche. Don’t stick with the mainstream because that’s what everybody does. Find the kinky people, explore your own kinks, to ensure it’s enjoyable for you.”

Soon enough they came across the idea of stuffing and inflation. They figured it was something they could do, and they were very athletic so they had no worries about working off any stuffings. They made their first few posts for free to gain a following, and then announced ways their followers could support them on a subscriber basis, but that their open account would also continue.

After a month and a half of creating content, they had gained four pounds. It wasn’t a lot, so they weren’t concerned, but they had noticed some comments from followers who wanted them to gain weight. At first they brushed aside the comments without a second thought, but then Shelby began thinking about it themself. They were certainly intrigued, and and they were loving the food and stuffing. However they had also only recently begun making content and they worried and losing the small following they had gained thus far. They decided to to test the waters and ask, making it clear that they would only do it if there was interest and if they could still earn cash comparable to the little they earned now.

Not long after, Shelby received an anonymous message. An admirer who wished to help them gain, and they were offering big bucks, mainly in the form of direct food deliveries, but cash as well. At first Shelby was skeptical, so they asked this admirer to send an order and they would stuff themself live. Because they didn’t believe it would really happen, they listed off a huge order that came in at a high cost. When the bags of fast food arrived they were flustered, but set out to keep their word. Shelby set up the livestream and began working on the order. One large fries, one burger, a large pop, two burgers, a second large pop, they kept going. It took them hours but they managed to stuff themself with three burgers, two large fries and two large pops. The admirer forwarded their praise, as did several other followers.

The next evening, just after they arrived back home, more food was at their door. Shelby cautiously examined the bags and saw that while it was a large amount of food, it was not enough to stuff themself sick. Checking their messages, Shelby saw that the admirer (who they had nicknamed the ‘Feeder Fairy’) had sent tips on weight gain.

Shelby decided to take some pictures of their current appearance, very lean and muscular, and put a daring caption on the post:

“Who wants to make me fat?”

As it turned out, quite a few people. There were questions about whether they were genuine about gaining, and it was something Shelby wondered for themself as well. They confided in the Feeder Fairy that this was all new and they didn’t want to mislead anyone. The Feeder Fairy told them in the end it was their choice to do as they wished.

Soon all the meals that Shelby was eating got larger. They did go to the gym, but instead of four days that week, they only showed up one day, sparking questions from fellow gym-rats.

“I’m trying something new.” They cryptically replied to an acquaintance.

They weren’t complaining though. They were surprised at the delicious variety of foods they got sent to their house. Not only takeout, but groceries as well. The change in direction of their content also received positive feedback.

But most importantly Shelby was enjoying themself, the food and just eating! Their capacity to stuff themself was increasing and they were glad, because that meant they could eat more exquisite food.

They carefully examined their body, pinching the skin around their belly button to gauge any changes. After a few weeks of unrestrained eating, their rock hard abs were covered by a fine layer of fat. Of course, since they were already so fit, this wasn’t anywhere near their end goal. Still, throughout their day, Shelby’s hands often drifted to their midsection to gently fondle their stomach.

Their Feeder Fairy ensured that they were not only well fed, but encouraged as well. Sometimes food deliveries would come with notes of encouragement.

More than a month and a half of time had passed, and soon Shelby stopped going to the gym altogether. They still walked and lifted weights at home, but the intensity of their previous regiment seemed so far behind them. Their stomach was sticking out now, but the thought of themself with a hanging gut made them hot. The idea of sitting down and having a huge, soft mass overflowing on their thick thighs. Even the idea of a softening jawline made them tingle.

They just kept accepting the food from their Feeder Fairy. They were almost constantly eating or thinking about food. Shelby’s waistline began to thicken at an increasing pace. First it was the evolution from hard abs to a more ‘normal’ looking stomach. Then it began to stick outwards, and their hips also began to widen. Soon when they laid down their stomach remained a small mound. The weight of it began to pull down and soon they had a small flabby belly. They were losing their sharp jawline and their cheeks were becoming fuller.

Shelby was elated.

More time passed, month two, three, four, soon a year. Over that time their belly became an undeniable presence. They relished every moment with their hands on it. Pulling it out from their waistband and plopping it onto a countertop. Being almost paralyzed from being so stuffed, and how their stomach could feel so hard and yet their belly could still jiggle.

Their belly began to fold over on itself as they continued to expand. Into year two, Shelby passed 325lbs, and had no intention of stopping.

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ejzah · 1 year

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Can you do a fanfic where Kensi is finally ready to ask Deeks on a date, but chickens out at the last minute (obviously pre-Densi)

A/N: Oh my, this one has been sitting in my inbox for ages. Set sometime after “Unwritten Rule”, but before “Recovery”.

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All the Chances that you Miss

Kensi checked her reflection in the small mirror above the sink in the women’s bathroom. Her hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders and her cheeks bore the slightest hint of blush. She’d considered lipstick, but that seemed just a little too much. The blouse in a teal blue Deeks once complimented one time would have to be enough.

“This is the day, Kensi Blye,” she told her reflection. “You’re going to ask Deeks to go out with you.” A frisson of combined fear and anticipation tightened her stomach at the thought.

This was what she wanted. If Kensi was honest with herself, she’d had feelings for Deeks for years now, though something always seemed to get in their way. First from their own stupidity and fear, then the horrific events last May. Deeks hadn’t been in any shape for a relationship, so she’d taken a step back and supported him instead.

Finally, finally, everything was in place. Deeks was back to himself for the most part and they’d found that perfect balance of flirty, teasing, and competitive. It was the perfect time to make her move.

Hence the slightly too dressy attire for a regular Tuesday and why she’d arrived at work an hour and a half early.

In the last few weeks, Deeks had started working out before everyone else arrived. Based on her calculations, he should just be leaving the locker room in a few minutes. An image of Deeks, wet, soapy, and naked, briefly filled her mind, and she shivered.

Yeah, she needed to do something before she jumped Deeks in the middle of the bullpen.

Looking herself in the eye once more, Kensi took a breath for courage, shook her hair back, and spun around before she could find a reason to stall.

As she stepped out into the hall, she caught the back of Deeks’ familiar golden curls disappearing around a corner. She waited a few seconds and then followed him.

“Hey, morning partner, you’re here early,” Deeks said, glancing up briefly from his computer when she walked in.

Kensi’s eyes lingered on the tufts of damp hair slowly drying into soft, natural curls. She could imagine how they’d feel beneath her fingers. Actually, she didn’t have to imagine. She knew from the undercover case when she’d kissed him, from the dozens of times she’d playfully tweaked a handful of grabbed his hair while sparring.

Forcing her gaze away, Kensi shrugged, even though her heart was beating unsteadily and she felt slightly sick. “Eh, I had some expense reports from last month. You know how terrifying Nell gets about late paperwork.”

“Oh, tell me about it.” Deeks laughed knowingly. “The tiny ones are always the scariest.” He squinted at something on his computer screen. “You know, if you want any help, I’m pretty caught up,” he offered.

“Thanks, but um, I actually wanted to ask you something,” Kensi began. She threaded her fingers together, standing directly in front of Deeks.

“If it’s who took the last crueler, definitely wasn’t me,” he joked, clearly expecting Kensi to threaten murder or demand compensatory pastry. Instead, she only managed a forced laugh, and squeezed her hands even tighter.

“Are you ok? You’re acting kind of strange.”

“I’m fine. I just think that takeout might not have been the best idea last night.”

“Yeah, a double cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate malt aren’t exactly the best midnight snack,” Deeks agreed.

“Ok, enough about my eating habits, Mr. Yummy Yummy Heart Attack,” Kensi said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry.” Folding his hands together, Deeks gave her his full attention, the deep blue of his eyes nearly distracting her again. “Please, continue.”

“Ok, so a friend of mine was going to go Cabaret, but she had something come up at work. So she gave me the tickets,” Kensi explained, just like she’d practiced. She inhaled shallowly. “I thought maybe we could go together.”

Deeks stilled, one of his eyebrows arching up. “You mean like a date?”

Kensi opened her mouth, intending to say yes, but something in her froze up. Her pulse raced again, her palms instantly growing sweaty as she imagined everything that could go wrong. A ruined friendship, the end of their partnership. “No, of course not.” She forced another laugh, the sound harsh to her own ears. “I just thought you might want to go.“

“Oh. Yeah, no, I’d love to,” Deeks answered, a tinge of disappointment in his voice. “Sounds fun.”

“Right. Well, I better get that paperwork done.” Kensi pointed over her shoulder. “And just for the record, you totally owe me a donut.”

Deeks grinned, and they were back to the status quo. Turning around, Kensi pressed her lips together, burning with regret and anger at her own cowardice.

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A/N: I hope this is alright. As someone who frequently makes detailed plans or commitments to myself, and then chickens out at last second, I tried to convey that through Kensi.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre Densi #angst #anonymous prompt #ejzah fanfiction

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timeforaciggy · 14 days

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Hey can you please do a jerma x reader where the reader is really overwhelmed by life and work? Just something fluffy and comforting? also just wanted to say I really like what you've written so far and hope you keep writing more!!

JERMA FLUFF TO THE FULLEST EXTENT

A/N:

I am SO sorry if this is bad. I am so sleep deprived but I wanted to write this while I still had the energy to. But thank you for the request anon! If anyone feels up to it let me know what you think of this one. Can’t tell if I’m yapping or cooking.

Also please keep on sending in your requests! I know I haven’t posted much yet but they’re all being worked on.

-abs

Looking down at the kitchen floor you honestly think it seems like a good enough place to just lay down and fall asleep. You could probably fall asleep standing up if you closed your eyes for long enough.

Instead, you opt to grab a glass of water, some Tylenol, and ibuprofen. Even the stairs seem too much of a chore to go up to. Your bed just a dozen or so stairs away waiting for you; practically unused for two nights straight. ‘It can wait another night.’ your actions mirroring the notion as you shuffle over to the couch and carelessly fall back into the cushions.

Finally shutting your tired eyes. No tv. No sound. No nothing. Just an ironic poetic backdrop of nothingness to fall into as your dream contains of the exact same things. Just nothing, really. Even your brain is too worn down to think up anything memorable to show you in your sleep.

Checking the notifications on his phone for the tenth time, he’s kind of fed up with the pit in his stomach that’s been growing since the last time he’s heard from you earlier that day. Grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet. After making sure his own house is set, he’s already in his car. Tapping his fingers anxiously on the wheel to a non existent rhythm, he pulls into your driveway. Using his own key to unlock your door and let himself in like usual.

But it was unusually quiet and dark. ‘Not even a lamp on?’ He pauses briefly in place, immediately noticing a soft yet barely audible snore coming from the couch. His phone’s light leads the way to the sound. He can’t help but hurt a little (a lot) looking at you passed out on your couch.

Your phone’s alarms impeccable timing even blaring out at first, desperately labeled for you to ‘wake up’. But you being you, you press the lock button in your sleep silencing it. Even unconsciously not wanting to be woken up. You look so peaceful but so exhausted in the saddest way and at the same time.

“oh, sweetheart…” is all that’s said; spoken in a sad sigh composed of an empathetic heartbreak for you. He pauses again, effortlessly compiling a plan of action he knows you’d do for him and had done for him before. As you sleep like a rock- within 30 minutes Jeremy’s already placed a DoorDash order, set out your coziest pjs, and called your work letting them know there’d been a “family emergency” and that you “weren’t going to be in tomorrow”- something about a sick relative out of town. Of course writing down what was said, just in case anyone pestered you with details. Or rather, since you would probably worry people would pester you with details.

Soon after, he’s gathered your favorite go-to takeout making it look nice, and setting it on the coffee table along with turning on a dim but warm lamp. After staring at the choices on the tv he settles on a favorite comfort show for you. Before hitting play, he has another genius idea. He goes upstairs to snatch your favorite pillow and blanket from your room before bringing it back to gently lay it on you. He sets the pillow on his lap and gently rests your head down and you instantly curl up into him pulling the blanket up to your chin. Still blissfully asleep he’d rather you just get more sleep than bother you to wake up and eat right away.

He grabs the remote and presses play as you relaxed into him even more so while he’s absentmindedly trailing his fingers through your hair. He can’t help but look down in awe at how peaceful and comfortable you look. Not knowing how long it’s been since you’d slept he honestly didn’t care if it killed him not to move as long as you could stay as content as you looked right now.

After an episode had passed you’d started to wake up a bit. You can’t help but jolt awake with the feeling of panic. The fear-fueled list rushing through your head of everything that sleep had instantly devoured. It sped like a check list all at once; sleeping in to begin with, sleeping through all your alarms (again), ‘I forgot to reply to Jeremy’, what time is it?’ ‘am I late for work?’ ‘did I sleep all night?’

Everything just stopped though. As soon as you started to stir awake and heard, “hey hey hey, everything’s alright- you just took a short nap.” Your heartbeat finally beginning to slow down. An instant anvil amount of weight lifting off your chest, letting out the biggest sigh of relief. His calm and reassuring tone, the gentle waves of hair he’d resumed moving his fingers through helping put the air back into your lungs.

Your head fell right back onto the pillow on his lap. You rubbed at your eyes, resting your hands there. “I’m honestly so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep in, I meant to text you when I got home-“ “I know, I know, and it’s okay.” His face matched his voice in pure genuineness.

“How long has it been since you actually slept?”

“Probably about two days maybe…” answering as honestly as you can remember.

“I’m so sorry, hun.” His thumb rubbing circles on your hand as he sighed

“Well, you’ve got time to catch up on it now.” He adds

“I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of called off work for you tomorrow-“

“What? What’d you do?” The concern instantly returning to your face

“It’s fine- I just told them a family emergency came up and you weren’t gonna be able to make it in tomorrow, I wrote everything down. Don’t panic! I got our stories straight” With every ounce of sincerity, he still couldn’t help but chuckle a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh either.

“Okay, yeah, I think I can spin that.”

“I think you can- shall we continue?” He asks gesturing to the tv, jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s continue.” You laugh back

Until he stops to stare at you seriously “Wait wait wait. Under one condition…”

“What’s the condition?”

“That you take some time off for yourself. I know you picked up more shifts than you needed to, and you’re genuinely working yourself too much. I want you to care about yourself as much as I do. Please?”

“You’re right, I’ve been ‘fuck it we ballin’ so much that I balled too much and it kinda fucked me. So yeah, easy deal. I accept the condition.” Saying it so seriously had the both of you laughing. Ending the night on a much better note than it had started.

You both spent the rest of the night, the next day, AND the next night in a comfortable loop of catching up on sleep and enjoying your time off together.

#feedback is appreciated #jerma x y/n #jerma985 x you #jerma985 x reader #jerma x reader #jerma x you #jerma arc #archive #my eyes are literally burning I need sleep so bad #anon #sorry if this sucks fr #<333

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 2 years

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I Can't Believe It's You : Chapter 14

Word Count : 1114

Warnings : drinking, mini heartbreak

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How did they end up here? San had no idea what made Iris want to drink so much. The last time she was drinking like this was on her and Chan’s anniversary, the day she spilled her guts to him about the man she loved. The day she unknowingly broke San’s heart, but that was a secret he would take to the grave.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down. You’re going to make yourself sick at this rate.” He took the shot away from her, pulling the bottles out of arms reach, and pushing a glass of water towards her. “Is everything okay, Iris?”

If there were any doubts that she had fallen for him, the concern laced in his voice, and the way his eyes were only on her would wash them all away. “I don’t know.” She giggled, tears welling up in her eyes as she slumped back in her seat.

So many questions and thoughts ran through San’s mind, all of them having to do with Chan. Was she going to call off the wedding? Did Chan say something to her? Why did she always have to bring San on her heartbreak drinking sprees? Doesn’t she know he’s head over heels in love with her?

“You know, I never thought I’d love someone the way I loved Chan. What we had was something special, you know?” He nodded his head, trying to hide the heartbreak he was feeling. How was she so good at breaking his heart without even trying? “And I mean, you and I, it was all a business transaction.”

San reached for the shot Iris poured earlier, the one he pulled away from her, and downed it himself. He was never one for drinking heartbreak away, but he’s never felt heartbreak like this before.

“But you were always there. You were able to take my mind off my heartbreak. You helped me forget how disappointed my dad is in me.” She looked up, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall. Why was she beating around the bush so much? Why did San have to take the alcohol away from her? “It’s impossible not to fall in love with you, Choi San.”

San choked on the second shot he decided to drink, his eyes widening at her words. And just like that, his heart was mended. Every missing piece just fell into place and he felt whole for the first time in his life.

“I fell in love with you, for real this time.” She giggled, leaning forward, and placing her head in her hands. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t want his confession to be forgotten in her drunken memory.

She woke up alone, embarrassment flooding her entire body. Lilac was wrong after all. Of course San didn’t love her, she was a burden in his life. Their upcoming marriage was just a business transaction, and it was something she had to come to terms with.

Yet, she felt hope fill her heart at San’s words. Nothing to worry about, he said. She didn’t want to set her hopes too high just to be disappointed, but something about he calls their house home, and the heart he sent her made her feel like maybe he did love her after all. Maybe she wasn’t a burden.

And when the door opened, her heart picked up pace. Was it the way San looked far too good for someone who had gone out drinking the night before? Was it the nerves eating at her? She was lost in her own mind, barely noticing the takeout he set on the table, motioning her over with a smile on his face.

“Earth to Iris?” He waved his hand in front of her face, pulling her out of her thoughts, turning her head to look at him, his face centimeters away from hers. And she remembered the last time he was this close. How the need to kiss him overtook her body, and before she could stop herself, she allowed the feeling to take over her. “Let’s talk and eat. I’m starving after that meeting.” He chuckled, grabbing her hand to lead her to the table.

She was scared to bring up the elephant in the room. But the silence was suffocating her, and as each second passed, her hopes were falling. San was smiling as he ate, glancing up at her every so often, noticing she was only picking at her food.

He stopped eating, deciding he’s tortured her enough. He reached across the table, taking her hand in his, causing her to look up from her plate of food, and meet his eyes. This was it, she thought. Here comes the heartbreak. The rejection. The apology.

He was rubbing his thumb across her knuckles, enjoying the way her hand felt in his. He enjoyed the way she made him feel. It was a feeling he wanted to feel for the rest of his life, and all he had to do was utter a few short words for the feeling to be his forever. Just a simple confession, the same one she told him the previous night.

“I’m in love with you, Park Iris. I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now. And I’m not going to stop loving you anytime soon.” Her lips upturned into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. A smile of a girl in love. A girl in love with him.

“Good. Because I’m kind of really in love with you, Choi San.” He chuckled, rolling his eyes at her nonchalance. And then he did something unexpected. More unexpected than his love confession.

He placed an open velvet box on the table in between them, a beautiful diamond ring inside. “You love me and I love you. So will you marry me, Park Iris?” It was her turn to roll his eyes, laughing at the absurdity of this proposal.

“So we’re just going to skip the dating part straight to marriage?” She joked.

“Haven’t we been dating this entire time?” He cocked his head to the side, looking unfairly handsome in this moment. “We can’t do things normally, but the least I could do was give you a proper proposal before we get married. We’ll do what all the other couples do while they’re dating when we’re married.”

“It’s a little backwards, but my life has been anything but normal. I’d love to marry you, Choi San.” They both laughed again as he took the ring from the box and slid it on her finger. And she just couldn’t believe that she had fallen in love with Choi San.

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ctrlsznwrites · 2 years

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SECRETS

INTRODUCTION — REMAKE

about — erik and the reader have a serious conversation about where they see their lives going. and they have completely different ideas.

pairings — erik 'killmonger' stevens x black! reader

SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Massachusetts 2014 [Your Name] took a deep breath walking up to her boyfriend’s apartment, it was their usual movie night. With some takeout from different places from all over the city, a few new movies from Redbox and Netflix. The two would just have a relaxing night in that usually got a little heated.

But now, here she is, at his doorsteps with the food for movie night nervous about the news she’s about to give him. Knocking on the door, she waited a few moments for him to answer the door. Trying to steady her breath and calm her nerves so he wouldn’t pick up the mental battle she was going through. As soon as he opened the door she smiled up at him leaning in to give him a quick kiss, making her way into the apartment.

Erik watched her intensely as she moved around his place setting up the food for them. He made his way to the couch sitting beside her, he knew something was off but if she wanted to talk about it she eventually would. Continuing on the movie night the two started eating while they watched The Equalizer, every so often Erik would catch [Your Name] staring at her before she would turn her attention back to the movie.

About halfway through the movie, he had finally had enough of her odd behavior. Which caused him to pause the movie and turn towards her.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you or are you going to keep staring at me until you talk yourself out of it.”

Swiftly [Your Name] looked over at him curiously, trying to think of a way to tell him what she had found out earlier this week. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards him looking him in the eyes.

“Well, to put it light Erik. We are going to be parents within the next 8 months.”

It felt like time froze as she watched Erik’s face contort into one of confusion, anger, and other emotions she couldn’t really decipher.

“Are you positive?”

A scuff left her mouth as she shook her head, she could feel her attitude emerging.

“Yes, Erik I’m fucking sure! That’s why I went to the doctors earlier this week.”

The two sat there silently as she waited for Erik to say anything, and when he did boy did she finally regret it.

“Do you want to have it? If not I’ll pay for the abortion.”

“I honestly don’t know Erik, I at least thought you would be happy about this!” She expressed petrified that he was acting this way.

“And honestly why would I be? I’m not ready to be a father, you’re not even finished with fucking college! I have plans for my life that if I have a child it will only complicate shit! You know this!”

“You act like I did this shit on purpose! It takes two to create a fucking child, I have plans for my life too, nigga! This doesn’t revolve around your hardheaded ass!”

The two were now standing looking over each other both feeling a mix of emotions. Erik loved [Your name] but he wasn’t ready to have kids and he didn’t know if he ever really would be. After about ten minutes of looking at each other, she made her way around the apartment to collect her things feeling sick to her stomach at how things had turned out.

“Yo, where the fuck are you going?” He questioned grabbing her arm as she made her way to leave the apartment.

“I’m leaving you don’t have to worry about this anymore. I’ll take care of it.” Yanking her arm out of Erik’s grip making her way out of the apartment to her car with her belongings with her.

As she got into her car starting it up she felt as if her stomach was in knots not knowing what she was going to have to do. This wasn’t a part of her plan, and now she was going to have to deal with the consequences with Erik and when she got back home to Wakanda.

#erik killmonger fic #erik stevens fic #sznwrites #sznwrites:series #sznwrites:secrets #erik stevens x black!reader #black!reader #black reader #erik steven x black!reader #black!fem!reader

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carmenthabaddie · 5 months

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This app is buggy. I can never do a post one and done. Draft don’t save or i don’t know where it is. Let me start over. Today for New Years I paid my bills, gifted people money and ordered 3 wigs and paid for subscriptions. And treated myself to McDonald’s and Dominoes.

Gone take photos of food in Zero fasting app. And pay for yearly subscription since 2024 I want be serious about intermittent fasting and nothing longer than 20:4. Fast no shorter than 16:8. Staying away from omad and adf.

I am not gone calorie count im gone take photos of meals and portion control. And healthy swaps. And eat in moderation. No calories in drinks. And most of all dirty fast. And don’t overdo getting takeout and junk food. And meal prep and schedule my meal prepping days.

Don’t got worry about being ready when I can stay ready. Plan to win. Being intentional with my choices. Make good choices and get shit you honestly deserve and make bad choices you get the hands dealt to you. You don’t have to be perfect all you need to do is give it your all.

I worked out today for 30 minutes and dedicated to working out and food going to my ass and boobs. David my sp gone pay for my personal training sessions and plastic surgery in Miami. I will work towards getting to 200 in 3 months. And eventually get to 160 pounds and be size 5 and small. Slim thick petite body.

It’s my time to shine. Weight will melt off and gone keep getting high and being committed, dedicated, disciplined, consistent and determined. And never having a pity party and no complaining or feeling sorry for myself. I will be women plastic surgery goals. I want to be plastic like Barbie.

Staying away from alcohol too many calories and getting high and spacing it out. And affirm for cold this coughing go away. It’s going away I honestly feel. Spirit and ancestors taking cough away.

I’m affirming for cough go away and good health and affirm for perfect never get sick health. Research what I can eat and drink to build my immune system. I’m gone buy juice shots.

And juice more. And plan two day juice fast. I hate coughing but at least it’s not worst. Praise spirit and beautiful black ancestors.

I ordered 3 wigs. All from Amazon. Two synthetic wigs and one human hair virgin wig. All blonde colors. Blondes do have more fun. I want a lavender human hair virgin wig that won’t break the bank.

It’s important to have hair, nails, feet and lashes done and pre scheduled so I’m always on point. And gone start wearing my nicer clothes in public and show social media my outfit of the day.

I logged my information in astrology and moon phase apps. I’m gone use both to live my dream life. And manifest going to The Hood Healer for reading and David and I get a love reading. And reading from medium to see what spirits and ancestors around me and name of my spiritual ability.

So blessed to have spirit and black ancestors in me. And telling me what to do and say. It’s blessing to have this connection and this connection is forever and I’m never dying period. Im immortal. Im a passionate vampire and so is David.

I subscribed to The Hood Healers only fans and few Patreons. It’s some other classes and subscriptions I want. Got iPhone subscriptions.

This year I’m in it to win it. Taking full accountability for my life and habits and letting go of laziness and bad habits and inconsistencies. And my coaching follow up with Destiny the confident hoe was amazing she was proud of my growth and gave good advice like long lost sister. It’s my time to shine.

I also got 1X dresses from Fashion Nova to track my progress when losing weight. Got idea from YouTube.

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silly-mouse · 3 years

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Dinner Time

and/or is always and in this house /hj

Weight was a scary topic in your house. Sapnap had his fair share of body-shaming, Punz’s weight would fluctuate back in his addiction days, and you- well, you had your own problems. That was why when you started missing meals neither of your boyfriends wanted to say anything. “Sugar’s probably sick of takeout,” Sapnap tried to convince both himself and Punz as they ate without you.

They let you get away with it for less than a week before they were at the door to your office, peering in. You didn’t even notice them, too busy working away at your latest project like always, it seemed. “Bunny,” Punz practically whined, watching your head perk up, thinking they must need something. “Please come eat with us.”

You glanced at the clock then shook your head, going right back to work. “I’m good, I had a granola bar for breakfast at six.”

The boys looked at each other worried at how you could possibly think that was an okay reason before Sapnap cast a glance at the clock and had an idea. “Darlin’? That was six a.m.. It’s six-thirty in the evening.”

They watched you look at the clock again in confusion. “No, I… I swear I just started this…”

They felt a huge wave of relief as they realized you weren’t doing this on purpose, Sapnap stepping into the room and making grabby hands for you. “Come on, sugar, Punz and I made a nice dinner for you, so why don’t you come eat with us, hmm?” You slowly nodded, feeling your hunger making itself known now that you weren’t focused, and let him pick you up.

He sat you down at the dining room table in front of a full plate, both of them giving a sigh of relief when you eagerly ate. “No more working through the whole day, okay, bun?” Punz pressed a kiss to your temple before taking his own seat to dig in. “From now on dinner together every night. And we can snuggle on the couch and watch some Netflix after, alright?”

You eagerly nodded, leaning across the table to give both of them a kiss. “Promise. Thank you both for looking out for me.”

Sapnap was practically glowing as he gave you another peck. “It’s our pleasure, darlin’- just try not to scare us so much.”

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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I'm OBSESSED w/the Howard Stern fic and I was wondering if you could write another interview w/ Howard like matbe it's the first interview after you had gone pubblic... there's a line in your fic “I remember though, at first we were all a little uncertain about her. She’s not exactly like the other women you have a history with"...just like building on that and "I just mean, we were used to seeing you with models and actresses.."where yn is introvert,normal grl who helped H w/his mentalhealth

first of all thank you so much 🥺 it means a lot to me that you liked that other fic that much! i changed your request a little bit because i honestly couldn't picture harry opening up this much in an interview with howard stern slkfjdslkfj but i hope you like it!

tysm to @ssacalumsg0lden for beta reading for me :)))))

zane lowe

warnings: mentions of bad relationships

word count: 1.6k

"So what have you been up to, Harry?" Zane asked, leaning his arm against the picnic table.

"You know, the usual. Some music stuff," Harry said. "But I'm also trying to spend a lot of time with my family and friends. It's so hard to do that when you're on tour or working on a new album, it kind of takes over your life. So I like to try and make sure to do that whenever I'm able to."

"That's good, it helps to stay grounded."

Harry nodded. "It's very easy, I think, to get swept away from your normal life. So I try to surround myself with the people I love as much as possible, for the sake of my sanity," he laughed.

"That's good, it's important to do that," Zane nodded. "Do you notice a positive change in your mood now that you do that?"

"I do, very much," Harry nodded, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he smiled. "I've... There's a few new people I've gotten very close with, and it's made me so much happier."

Harry was, of course, talking about you. His girlfriend of one year. The woman who had changed his life.

Harry knew his relationship with you was different than ones he'd had before. Before, relationships weren't relaxing. They weren't something that made him feel safe, or a space for him to unwind after a long day. They were just something else he had to expend energy on. He was always performing, always trying to make his girlfriend happy, even if that meant sacrificing his own sleep, or comfort, or happiness.

But with you, it was different. For once, he didn't have to be anyone except himself. He didn't have to force himself to stay at afterparties for hours and hours, drinking too much and talking to people he didn't really know. He didn't have to come home after a long day, only to get cleaned up and get ready to go out for a fancy dinner. He didn't have to fake anything, not with you. He could just... be. For the first time in his life, he felt like he could completely be himself, no changes needed.

He had never really been with an introvert before; his previous relationships were always go go go. The next party, the next after party, the next after after party. It was exhausting, if he was being honest. Of course he appreciated the opportunity to celebrate with his friends and meet new people, but sometimes he was just tired. He was tired of being Harry Styles, the pop star who parties constantly. Sometimes he just wanted to come home and decompress, talk to his girlfriend about his day, and ask about hers. He was tired of being on all the time.

Which is why he loved his relationship with you so much. With you, everything seemed easy. Since you were decidedly an introvert, the majority of your evenings with him were spent watching movies in either one of your living rooms. On the nights you did go out (usually suggested by Harry, because you would honestly be fine to stay in every night) you didn't go to extravagant gatherings or five star restaurants. You preferred to explore smaller local shops and cafes, or old book stores, or antique stores, or walk around in a park, or go for a picnic. Places where you and Harry could just be together, without the pressure of others around you.

Harry was happier than he'd ever been. He didn't realize exactly how tiring it was to go out every night until he stopped doing it.

At first though, you were a little concerned about his sudden change of habits. You worried he would begin to resent you for keeping him in every night, since you really weren't interested in going out. After you had been dating for about 2 months, you decided to ask him about it.

"Harry, if you want to go out and... get drinks with your friends, or just meet up with them, you can," you said encouragingly. "I don't want you to feel like you can't do anything just because I don't like going out, I promise I'm not going to be upset if you want to do stuff like that." You were a little shy speaking about this, because it had been an issue before. It's really hard to sustain a relationship when one half wants to go out and have fun every night, and the other just wants to stay in and watch Netflix.

His eyes widened a little and he shook his head. "That's not- I mean if you're sick of having me here..." his voice took on a teasing tone.

"Yeah, because the way I cuddle you constantly really makes it seem like I want you to leave," you rolled your eyes. "But I'm serious, I don't want you to feel like I'm keeping you from doing stuff."

"You don't," he said quickly. "I feel like in other relationships I’ve had, I had to be on all the time. I was ready to go out whenever, we would shut down every party, we were just running around constantly, and I... was so over it," he dropped his head against your shoulder, laughing. "I would so much rather stay in. I mean, I still like going out sometimes, but I really don't have any desire to be like that anymore. I felt like shit all the time because I was always hungover and sleep deprived. Also... I kind of felt like the only reason people wanted to be with me wasn't because they liked me, they just liked the idea of me. They liked the friends and connections I had, they liked the parties I could take them to. I felt... kind of used, I guess. I never felt like I could just be myself, because that's not why they wanted to be with me."

You frowned, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. "I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve that. I don't want you to feel like that anymore, okay? I want you to feel safe enough with me that you can just be yourself. And I really hope you know the reason I want to be with you. I want to be with you for you, not parties or connections or anything else."

You heard a quiet sniffle, and although his head was in your neck, you could tell he was crying.

"Baby, don't cry," you cooed soothingly, continuing to play with the little hairs at the back of his neck.

"I just... I love you," he said quietly. "And I know it's soon, but I do. I've never been more sure of anything. You don't have to say it back-"

"I love you too," you cut him off quietly. "Very, very much."

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Harry smiled as he thought back on that conversation. "Yeah. Definitely a positive change in my mood.

"I'm very glad to hear that," Zane said. "The right person can really change everything."

"They can," Harry agreed. "And that shows, in my music as well as my personal life. When I was writing Fine Line, I was having some of the lowest points of my life. Some of the highest too, but that just goes to show that I had no stability. I was just constantly up and down, thrown from super high highs to very low lows. I just felt... bad, a lot. But now I'm in a much better place, I think, and I think you can really hear that on this new record."

"Well, I'm very excited to hear it!" Zane smiled. "I think we all are."

"Thank you," Harry blushed. "There's a few songs on there that I'm very excited to share. Some very personal ones, so that's a little nerve wracking, but overall," he laughed lightly. "Overall I think they're some of my favorites that I've ever written."

"And are these songs about a certain person?"

"They are," Harry smiled. "She's the reason I'm in this better place. She's the reason I've been able to process so many of my emotions and put them into songs like this, so really she's the one you'll have to thank when the album comes out."

"She sounds wonderful," Zane smiled, looking out over the waves crashing on the shore.

"She is," Harry nodded, following the other man's gaze. "She's really... she's everything."

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"Harry, that was amazing," you grinned, launching yourself into his arms. The interview had concluded about an hour ago, and Harry just arrived home with takeout from the Chinese place you both loved.

"Thank you," he smiled, setting the bags down before he hugged you back. "Missed you, though."

"Missed you too." You leaned up to kiss him, but pulled away before it could go too far. "But I'm hungry. Let's eat?"

"Sure," he laughed, picking up the bags to bring them to the table. "Uh- I'm sorry if I said anything too personal, I didn't mean to take it so far. I was just thinking about how much I love you-"

"It's okay," you cut in. "I loved it, I promise it's okay."

"That's good," he leaned over to kiss your cheek. "I honestly had to hold myself back a lot, once i start talking about you it's hard to stop."

Your cheeks burned from the compliments, and you moved to return the tender gesture. "You're so sweet," you smiled. "But I'm, like, starving, so can we talk about this later?"

"Sure we can," Harry laughed. "Anything for you. You're everything."

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raplinesmoon · 2 years

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ISI WHAT I JUST CAME ONTO YOUR ACCOUNT TO SEE U HIT A MILESTONE ??? CONGRATULATIONS OMG U DESERVE IT AND MORE 🥳💗🤍💗 im so sorry im late 😭 (boo fi ) , BUT i do have a request if you're still doing them : ❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜ + any member of hyung line (to compliment isa's ;)) if you're not still doing requests, TOTALLY okay i just wanted to make sure and wish you a congrats 🥰🖤🤝🏼

FI MY LOVE 💞💞💞 wishing you the happiest of birthdays again, and I hope you’ll enjoy this smol gift featuring Doctor!Yoongs

close call

pairing: yoongi x reader

warnings: a small mention of a medical accident, some light angst but more than enough fluff to make up for it, yoongi has a crush 🥺💞🥺

word count: 648

The door to the on-call room creaks open. Yoongi shuffles in, scrambling amongst the darkness, guided only my the faint light of the mini Christmas tree the residents had gotten to brighten up the space.

He’d just returned from the most difficult call of his life. A thirty-something patient, brought in after collapsing on the street. Scared and alone, Yoongi had no idea what to do with the incredibly sick human in front of him. Normally, he’d always consult you, his senior resident, before taking any kind of call. However, he’d passed by you earlier, curled into a quiet corner of the hospital. His heart had dropped at the way tears clung to your lashes, smiling through the sadness as you saw your family celebrating with twinkling lights, crinkly wrapping paper, and a roaring fireplace.

Returning to the on call room after the emotional moment, you’d found Yoongi, waiting there with a few boxes of Chinese takeout. The two of you ate in silence, brains fried from the lack of sleep, but appreciative of each other’s company.

You’d dozed off soon after. Yoongi didn’t have the heart to disturb you once his pager went off, smiling at the sight of your hair splayed out on the mattress and angelically parted lips.

Now, as his eyes adjust to the darkness, he lets out a deep sigh of relief, pouring out all the emotions he kept locked up the moment he threw the white coat over his shoulders. He sits next to you on the bed, feeling it dip under his weight, and reaches over to stroke a stray strand of hair from your face.

Swinging his legs over next to yours, he curls up under the blanket, praying for a few moments of peace and quiet on this holiday night.

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His eyes have barely been closed for five minutes when he hears a psst! cut through the silence. Rubbing his eyes blearily, he finds your own doe eyes on him, lids heavy with sleep.

“___? Wha-?” his voice rumbles.

“Listen Min, I’m not going to fight you. We’re both tired, but, you’ve either got to suck it up and cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets,” you mumble lazily, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock at your confession. He opens his mouth to respond, only to find that you’ve fallen asleep again, limbs entwined with his own.

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Rays of dawn light filter through the window, and Yoongi awakens, letting out a huge yawn. Drowsily taking in the room around him, he sees you at the table, two plates of steaming food next to you.

“You survived your very first Christmas Eve on call,” you smile to him. “Come eat, I snagged some goods from the nurses’ holiday potluck.”

Plopping into the seat next to you, he blinks in confusion, accepting the plate of food and taking slow bites as you excitedly tell him about the page you’d gotten while he was asleep.

“I saw your patient again this morning,” you reach over and rest your hand on his shoulder. “He’s doing great. You did really well Yoongi, I’m proud of you.”

Blushing, he looks down at his plate, pushing the crumbs around, only to be interrupted by the sound of your chair being pushed out. You let down your hair from its bun, and reach for your coat on the back of the door.

“Well, I’m off to go celebrate with the cat,” you chuckle. “Have some fun tonight, you deserve it.”

As you open the door to leave, you hear the screech of Yoongi’s chair against the cold tile as he runs up behind you. Giggling, you watch him haphazardly throw his coat over himself, before gasping in surprise as he links your arm with his.

“I’ll walk you home,” he says shyly. “We can get coffee on our way.”

smilestone ask prompts!

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auburnaudry · 3 years

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Surprises make everything better! -Brock Boeser

A/N: This is my favorite writing so far so I hope you like it as much as I do. I actually enjoy writing now so if anyone has any request let me know and I will try my best! Or if you wanna talk about/have questions about any of my writing let me know I would love to chat about it.

Side note: I’m really sorry, I have zero idea how to give credit to the creator of a GIF so if anyone knows how to do that and can help me figure it out that would be much appreciated? Thank ya <3

Summary: Brock canceled your original plans for the summer and you are really upset about it! To make you feel better he sends a surprise to you apartment.

Word count: 1552 words

“Hey bubs” you answered the FaceTime call coming in from your boyfriend. You were sitting on your bed with your laptop open besides you, scrolling through tiktok on your phone before Brock had called.

“Hey, what are you up to?” From the looks of it, Brock was currently in his car driving somewhere.

“I’m suppose to be in class right now but I can’t focus so it’s kinda just playing as background noise at the moment. Whata bout you? Where are you going?” Since your school work is online this semester you find it increasingly difficult to pay attention to your classes and often find yourself FaceTimeing Brock during them.

“Baby your suppose to be paying attention.” He chuckled giving you a look “Anyway, I’m on my way home from practice but I really missed you and wanted to hear your voice” he wasn’t always open about his feelings while you were away at school so hearing him say that made your heart ache a little.

“Awe, I miss you more Brocky. Only a couple more weeks till we get to see each other.” Since the Canucks didn’t find themselves in a playoff spot this season, Brock was going to be done with hockey around the same time your finals were starting.

“Actually baby I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” His expression changed from happy to serious. “I actually think I’m gonna head straight to Minnesota when the season ends. It’s way too complicated to figure out what I’m going to do with the dogs and I’m also really sick of all the traveling” you were really caught off guard by his words because just last week he was so excited to come and see you.

The original plan was that Brock was going to fly out to NYC, after his season ended, to finally see you and keep you company during finals week. And after, he was going to help you pack up your apartment and drive with you back to your family’s home in Connecticut. Then you would spend a month hanging out with all your friends and family, before flying back to Minnesota for the rest of the summer to do the same with his loved ones.

“Oh” was all you could manage. You were kinda hurt that he didn’t want to put in the extra effort to come and see you, after not being able to see each other in person for almost 4 months.

“I’m sorry bubs, it’s just a lot, but after your finals you can fly straight out to Minnesota, it’ll only be one extra week” now he was starting to irritate you.

“But I wanted us to have time to spend with my family because we always see yo-.... you know what never mind it’s all good” you were trying your best not to sound bitter and to see his side of things but you just couldn’t. “I actually have to go this class is important and I should probably be paying attention, I’ll call you later.”

“Y/n please don’t go, we should talk about this.” Brock tried

“No it’s fine I’m not upset. I’ll talk to you later.” You tried to convince him.

“Alright, I love you please call me later.” He pleaded

“K bye.” And with that you hung up. It was actually the first time you hung up without saying you loved him back. You obviously still loved him but you were so upset with him, the words just couldn’t come out. Now you felt guilty about it, what if something happened and the last thing you said to him was ‘k bye’. Before you could get lost in your thoughts though, a text came through.

Brockstar 💫:

You didn’t say it back 😔

Y/n/n 🍑:

I love you

Brockstar 💫:

Do you mean it? 🤔

Y/n/n 🍑:

More than anything

Brockstar 💫:

Good cause same.

You were happy he noticed and wasn’t afraid to say something to you about it. It made you feel like your love was wanted and needed. But even with that, you were still very upset with him.

...

Y/n/n 🍑:

Have a safe flight buddy, I love you 💕

Brockstar 💫:

Call me buddy one more time...

Y/n/n 🍑:

Or what?... buddy

Brockstar 💫:

😐 you are impossible

Love you I’ll text you when I land... Good luck on your final today your gonna crush it I know you got big brains

Y/n/n 🍑:

Thanks buddy

Brockstar 💫:

Uggggg 🙄

Today Brock was flying back to Minnesota and you were starting you rigorous final schedule. Although you were still a little sad that he wasn’t coming to see you, you understood that he just wanted to get home after the season, so you were trying not to hold it against him too much.

You continued on with your day, continuing to prepare for your final that started at 1:00pm. You were definitely ready to get it over with. This one was the toughest of your finals and you were glad it was your first.

1:00pm came faster than expected and before you knew it your were starting your final. It was actually going a lot better than expected and you were on track to finish an hour early, not taking up the full 4 hours.

When you finally finished, you took a giant breathe of relief. You sat down on your couch and thought about what you wanted to eat for dinner that night, you had skipped lunch so you were starving.

You were soon pulled from your thoughts by a knocking on your apartment door. You went to look through the peep hole and saw a man walking away. You waited until he was most of the way down your hall to open the door and peek out. There was a beautiful edible arrangement sitting on the ground with a note attached.

You quickly picked it up and brought it into your apartment, closing the door behind you. You placed it on your kitchen island and took your phone out to take a picture before digging in. You grab the note first and read it out loud to yourself.

I’m sorry I’m the worst boyfriend on planet earth, so I hope this makes up for it or at least makes you feel a little better. I know it’s your favorite so if you don’t feel better, than I know I really messed up this time.

Hopefully still the love of your life,

Brock

Y/n/n 🍑:

You will obviously always be the love of my life no matter what you do.... thanks babe it actually did make me feel better

Brockstar 💫:

Shit it came already? I didn’t want it to get there till after your final! I’m sorry if you were interrupted😬

Y/n/n 🍑:

I finished my final an hour early! It came at the perfect time.

Brockstar 💫:

Ok good 😅

Y/n/n 🍑:

Thanks bubs I love you 💕

Brockstar 💫:

Love you too

You started to pick at the basket but had to stop yourself so you wouldn’t over eat before dinner. While trying to figure out what you were in the mood for you heard another knock at your door.

You rolled your eyes because this was the second time you were interrupted while trying to figure out what you were going to eat for dinner. Before you got to the door the person knocked again so you forewent looking out the peephole and just swung the door opened, slightly agitated but the impatience of whoever was at your door.

When the door fully opened you were met with Brock standing in front of you with all his luggage and holding your favorite flowers.

“Hi!” He smiled as the words left his mouth. You automatically started sobbing because you were so happy to see him. You put your arms around his neck locking him into a hug, accidentally smushing the flowers a little in the process.

“What are you doing here?” You cried into his neck.

“You didn’t actually think I would fuck up our entire summer plans did you?” He chuckled as he placed the flowers on top of his suit case so he could properly hug you back.

“Uggggg why would you do that to me? I was so sad.” You said still gripping him as hard as you could, afraid to let go.

“I’m sorry baby, I thought a surprise would be more fun.” You giggled into his neck.

“Yeah so much fun” you said sarcastically “I’m just glad you’re here.” You said pulling away to give him a kiss.

“Me too” after pecking his lips another time, you helped him bring his bags inside. You didn’t have plans for the night but you were starving so he suggested getting takeout and bringing it back to the apartment.

You agreed because you were drained from your exam and weren’t in the mood to dress up and go out. You also wanted to spend as much time in Brocks arms as humanly possible and being in the privacy of your apartment would allow for that.

You spent the rest of your night between the sheets making up for the 4 months you lost. You still couldn’t believe that he was actually with you in your apartment but you cherished every moment of it.

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cuddlesslut · 3 years

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Part FOUR : Chance Encounters

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Tags: slight NSFW, Heavy Angst.

A/N: so this will NOT be the last chapter there will be more. Just like there are more choices now lol, don’t be shy to tell me who you route for. Also let me know if y’all want more NSFW I’m chill with writing it . ALSO slight canon divergence the timing on when Hinata comes back from Brazil is different, obviously in the Manga he’s only gone for two years. In this story it is longer. Hinata isn’t on MSBY yet. Also we are only caught up on 5 months since the dreaded birthday.

Part Three: Memories

Part Five: Friends

You spent your birthday in some hotel room. Sitting on the plush bed still in your dress not bothering to change your curl in to a fetal position as sobs raked through you. Your whole world crashed down on you everything you knew was a lie. Your phone lit up with one last birthday message from some distant relative. You see the time it’s now one in the morning you’ve been laying here for hours you can’t understand how you have any liquid in your body left to cry but still tears trail down your cheeks as you look at your lock screen. It’s a photo from three Christmas’s ago. Atsumu held you close from behind as you pose in front of a festive Christmas tree. Your eyes are shut tight from laughter as the setter places a kiss to your cheek bone, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. This was your favorite photo of the two of you, it always showed the realness in this candid shot. You remember laughing so hard from some cheesy joke he had just whispered in your ear. Your heart twists at the photo, a moment of anger slices through you. Was any of it real? You fling your phone at the wall effectively shattering the screen. You scream into the pillow. You wish you could feel numb to all of the emotions. But no ones that lucky. You aren’t sure when you feel asleep but you wake to find the remnants of tears stuck to your face. You move to the bathroom. You look like death. Your face is pale and eyes swollen and red. Your body aches from the fitful sleep you had. You grab a quick shower before putting on your comfiest pajamas and lay back down. All the energy is drained you look for your phone before remembering your fit of rage last night groan. You switch on the TV for some form of distraction but the gods must really hate you as it opens to a sports channel and you see him in all of his intensity standing on the volleyball court. Part of your brain pleads to change the channel but you must be a masochist as you watch him in all his usual glory. He commands the stadium as he goes up to serve. He looks perfectly fine like you hadn’t just walked out of his life. Like he hadn’t just ripped your world to shreds. You're finally turning the television off sitting in the silence thinking of the memories of your home. You ordered some takeout trying to settle the ache in your stomach. The food tasted bland, everything has lost its edge. The bed offers no comfort. The sunlight offers no warmth. It’s not long before you fall into another depression nap.

Waking up late in the evening you can’t stop your mind from making a stupid decision. But you miss him. You just want to see him. That’s how you end up outside of the door that leads to the home you shared with him. Trying to work up the courage to enter. His car was in his usual spot so you know he's here. A bitter thought run through you at the thought that while you were here he couldn’t be bothered to be home before two am at the earliest, yet the first night gone and here he is at home at ten o’clock. Silently you open the door. It was a mistake. You don’t make it even completely through the threshold before you hear the obnoxious moan and grunts, the sound of skin slapping. It makes you sick “OH Miya-San!” You hear some woman bellow out. You feel nauseous. You hurry out the door trying you best not to cause any noise to interrupt the activities in the house. You bend over you feel as though you’ll throw up right there on the spot. After calming yourself you make a way to a convenience store picking up a bottle of wine before heading back to you hotel room. There’s no way you’ll make it through the night sober.

The next morning you clean your self up before heading to the bank and clear out your joint account. Normally you’d feel bad taking the money but this cash was saved for your wedding and that would never happen now. You stopped by the phone store getting your own account not wanting anymore strings attached to the player. You spend the rest of your morning looking for a small affordable apartment. Luckily you were able to find one with in distance of your school and a reasonable price. It’s now the afternoon and you have to rush not wanting to be late for your class. Although it probably wouldn’t have made a difference if you had missed today, you barely pay attention. You find yourself back with the hotel walls.

You feel completely and utterly alone. You want nothing more to call your best friend or stop by Samu’s shop and cry on his shoulder while you eat some comfort food. But there is hesitation Suna was Atsumu's friend before he was yours, and you'll probably break down in tears just looking at Osamu he was his damn twin for heavens sake. What were you to them you wonder. You only got close to them because of the setter. Part of you wanted to believe that they cared about you and all of those friendships would still be there but you couldn’t. How could they want you around. You really question your place in their lives. It’s hard to trust in anything you had also believed Atsumu loved you and would never hurt you, yet that much was proven untrue. It's hard to trust in anything you feel or know. Another reason is your afraid of all of the memories you shared with them Atsumu ever present in those moments. You don’t want to think about him any more. You don’t want any remnants of that man In your life. While you want to believe Suna would be there for you, that he’d choose you. It was not a risk you were ready to take. You don’t think you could survive another heartbreak. It’s better to leave things as is, to cherish the good memories and not risk tainting them with pain.

It’s been two months since your birthday. You’ve moved into a quaint apartment. You got a job working at a little cafe to pay for rent. Between work and studying for your degree you try to keep yourself busy. It’s hard being on your own. You try to distract yourself with the things that brought you joy. Some days are better than others but all in all everything still hurts. Graduation is only a couple of months away so at least there’s something to look forward too. There are moments that come quite often that you miss your friends but you can’t bring yourself to reach out still untrusting. You look back sometimes and wonder where the lies stopped. You avoid everything that has to do his Atsumu Miya. Even the sight of a simple volleyball brings distress.

Three and half months later the cosmos played another prank on you. It was just another Friday afternoon and you were working in the cafe. You had just helped a young beautiful woman at the counter. She seemed so familiar but you couldn’t quit place it. You could see a puzzled look on her face. Then it hit you. You knew exactly who this woman was. She was the one with your ex fiancé at the restaurant that fateful night. The realization must have struck her too. Her eyes grew wide with worry. Although you weren’t expecting what she did next.

“I AM SO SORRY,” she basically yelling as she bows in front of you. “ I’m so sorry for the part I played in your pain.” She continues. You can tell she is really distressed. You coworkers and a few costumers look at the spectacle. Hating all of the attention now directed toward the both, you beg her to please stand.

“I need you to understand I had no idea, I would never have gone for a taken man.”

You sighed and sent a look to your coworker that you were going to take a quick break. “Would you like a cup of coffee,” you ask her. You never thought That you’d be sitting having coffee with the mistress of the only man you ever loved yet here you are. There’s an awkward silence for a moment. You don’t rush things you can see she’s also having a hard time trying to figure out where to start. You take a sip of your coffee as she finally speaks.

“My names Yuki,” she states.

“YN ,” you offer back.

“Well, umm YN I just want to say I am so sorry for wh-” you cut her off holding up your hand.

“You said you didn’t know, correct?” You send a glance at her raising your eyebrow. She nods.

“Are you still with him?” She sits up straight.

“Absolutely not,” she states with conviction “after you left I asked him what just happed and he explained who you were and I left.. well not with out dumping my drink in face" she gave a little giggle.

“Ha! Oh I wish I could have seen that,” you laughed picturing him drenched in the restaurant. “In that case you have nothing to apologize for, you are a victim of Atsumu’s selfishness as well. I’m sorry he put you through that.” She gave a sad smile you could see she was hurt too. The two of you spent a few more moments in each other’s comfort discussing the facts of his affair. It hurts to know that he had a legitimate relationship with Yuki but a part of you was glad to know. It was a small piece of closure to know how deep his transgressions ran, knowing it wasn’t just sex hurt even more. But it furthered your stance that he didn’t love you and if he had at one point the love had faded on his part some time ago. You spent the rest of your shift plagued with thoughts of you past.

After your shift you went home to change before heading out to your local bar. In your time alone you had taken solace in drinking with strangers. After dressing in an appealing yet comfortable outfit you headed out. You wanted to feel comfy and relaxed but that didn’t stop you from wanting to look nice. In your past visits it wasn’t uncommon for men to try and talk you up and while you did indulge in the compliments none had succeeded in getting you to return home with them. There had yet to be a guy who fully kept your attention away from your former lover.

You found your favorite spot at the bar, just far enough from the blaring music and smokers. You smiled at the bartender before ordering your usual. You sat there letting the liquor relax you as you listened to what music the DJ was playing tonight. Normally you stick to just drinks but after the day you had you need something to take the edge off. After downing a shot of tequila you notice a presence next to you.

“Is this seat taken,” the man smiled at you. You had never seen him here before and you know damn well you would have noticed him before. Although he wasn’t a giant like most of the men you knew in your life, he wasn’t excessively short either you could tell he’d still stand taller than you. You couldn’t lie the man was extremely defined and muscular, you swear his tanned thighs that you saw peeking from under his khaki shorts were bigger than your face. His skin was tanned you can tell from pleanty of time in the sun. He had strong jaw line but his most prominent feature was this bright mop of orange hair he tried to hide under a ball cap. He had a bright smile that reached his alluring brown eyes. It was safe to say he was very handsome. He tilts his head to the side a little smirk reaching his lips. It then you realized you had never responded and just been sitting here gawking.

“Um no it’s not uhh go ahead,” you stammered out feeling a blush creep on to your cheeks at your response. What is this feeling why are you acting like a school girl.

He takes the seat next to you ordering a beer then turning to you reaching out his hand. “ Shoyo Hinata,” he states.

You accept his hand giving it a light shake. “ YN LN,” you responded. “ I’ve never seen you here before Hinata-San,” you prod wanting to know about the stranger.

“Just Shoyo is fine,”he gives you another dazzling smile. “I actually just moved back to Japan,” he states “this is my first time at this bar , but with customers as beautiful as you I’ll definitely have to come more often.” Ohh hes smooth you think. You let out a light chuckle at his compliment although it’s fairly simple compared to some of lines you’ve heard it definitely has the desired affect on you.

“Well then Shoyo where are you traveling from?” Question not wanting the convo to stop.

“I just got back from Brazil,” he mused that signature smile never far from his face.

“Wow Brazil! That’s so far was it hard to be so far from home?”you questioned.

The conversation with Hinata flowed effortlessly. Pleanty of laughes shared as he told you countless stories of his time in South America. Being in conversation with him is like talking to the sun it’s so bright and happy. He does eventually mention playing beach volleyball and for a moment you mind thinks of your ex but it then you realized it was the first time since Sho made his appearance that you had thought of the setter. It felt nice to finally have your mind clearing from the twin. As of recent at any mention of volleyball you would have ended the convo making an excuse to leave, yet you didn’t want to, plus beach volleyball is completely different than regular volleyball you reason.

Time passes by as well do several drinks. You are by no means drunk just a little tipsy. Over the course of your talking the space between Hinata started to narrow. Right now you were so close you could smell his cologne and the slight minty scent of his breath. His hand caressed your elbow. Your breath hitched when he finally leaned in “do wanna get out of here?,” you can see his iris’s darken ever so slightly. “We can go back to my place,” he continued.

Several thoughts ran threw your mind in that moment. One, you were nervous, you hadnt been with anyone other than Atsumu. Two, you were sure you weren’t ready for a relationship but it was just sex it’s not like he’s asking on a romantic vacation. And three you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips against yours. “Absolutely.”

That’s how you got to where you are now. You barely made it through the threshold before Hinata had you pinned to the door. You were locked in a searing kiss. It was like he was stealing the air from your lungs. His hands roamed your figure before slipping under your blouse. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he breaths before pressing a kiss under your jaw trailing down you neck. You place you hands on his shoulders trying to ground yourself. You let out a loud moan as he gives a bite to your shoulder while grabbing a hand full of you breast. He smiled into you neck with pleasure from the sounds you made. The two of you stumbled a bit as you started making your way to his room shedding clothes left and right. The door closed to the bedroom and you were ready for a mindblowing night.

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champagne problems, ch.1

Spencer is in love with you, but you’re engaged to someone else.

Chapter One: Bloodsport: You announce your engagement to the team, shattering Spencer's heart. A/N: chapter is titled after this song if you want to listen while reading. Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: mild cursing, heartbreak, unrequited / unreciprocated love, very angsty, this series is going to be a real slow burn babyyy

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Today was like any other day.

You woke up at your usual time to the sound of your alarm. You had coffee, and a quick bite to eat while aimlessly scrolling through the social media apps on your phone. You showered, brushed your teeth, got dressed, did your makeup. And when it was time to leave, you walked out the front door locking it behind you, hopped in your car, and drove to work.

Today was like any other day. Except that it wasn’t.

Today wasn't like any other day because while you carried out all of your menial morning tasks, you felt a little heavier. Rather your hand did.

It was your birthday a couple of days ago. And while you had planned to spend with your boyfriend, Ethan, the universe had other plans and you were stuck out of town on a case. You weren’t mad about it, it was your job after all, and Ethan understood. His work hours were also unreliable.

Plus you got to celebrate with the other people that mattered the most to you in world; your team. It may have not been they day you had envisioned, because who wants to spend their birthday at a gloomy prescient looking over gruesome crime scene photos, but your team made it special. Takeout, gallons of coffee, and shortly before midnight they surprised you with cake - which Luke slipped up was all Spencer’s idea.

Little did you know the surprises would continue upon your return home. Ethan, down on one knee in the middle of your living room, surrounded by candles and about a dozen bouquets of roses.

You took a deep breath before getting out of your car, and heading inside the building. Knowing your sudden engagement would come as a shock to the people you worked with, your second family, you were quite anxious about telling them. You were worried about how they would react. They didn't really know Ethan. They only met him a total of three times throughout the duration of your relationship meaning all the information they possessed was what you had told them - which in reality wasn’t all that much.

Sitting down at your desk, you kept your hand on your lap. As usual you were the first to arrive meaning you had some time to figure out exactly how you were going to go about this. Your gut feeling was to tell Spencer first. You owed him at least that much giving everything the two of you had been through.

But once again the universe had other plans.

“Good morning sunshine!”, Garcia chimed as she crossed the bullpen. “It is so lovely to see your beautiful beautiful face. How was Scottsdale?” She asked stopping beside your desk. “You know, apart from all the murder.”

“Uhm, it was-”

“Wait! Before you answer me.” She interrupted while reaching into her handbag. “I wanted to give you this.” Seconds later she retrieved a gift, wrapped perfectly in glittery pink paper with a bright bow tied around it. “Happy Birthday!”

“Penelope, you didn't have to.”

“Shush now, of course I did.” She smiled. “Come on. Take it, take it.”

Which is exactly what you did; completely forgetting about the two carat diamond that now graced your ring finger.

The shriek that came out of Garcia’s mouth was enough to make you remember. But before you could snatch your hand back, hide it on your lap once again, she grabbed it and the ever so present smile on her face widened even more.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”, Garcia was jumping now, her hand still gripping yours as she examined the ring. “When did this happen? How did this happen? Oh I have so many questions!” Another excited shriek escaped her lips. “I’m going to hug you now, and then you’re going to tell me everything!”

Garcia let your hand fall before bending down slightly to wrap her arms tightly around you. “Congratulations honey, this is so exciting!” She swayed the two of you side to side.

“What’s exciting?” Luke’s voice caused the two of you to break apart.

“Well newbie, you should invest in a tux.” Penelope beamed.

“I have a tux.” Luke furrowed his brows, slightly confused. “Wait, what?” He glanced between you and Garcia, waiting for an explanation.

Taking in a quick breath, you got to your feet and lifted your hand to show him the ring. “Ethan proposed last night.”

Luke’s jaw fell open. “Holy smokes! Congratulations Y/N!” Dropping his bag to the floor, he pulled you into a quick embrace. “That’s huge news. I’m so happy for you.”

Penelope cleared her throat. “I think you mean we are all happy for her.” Luke chuckled and rolled his eyes at the blonde. “Yes, yes.”

One by one the team arrived. One by one you shared your news, and one by one they each congratulated you.

Matt joked about giving him a hefty amount of notice so he could organise a babysitter. Luke asked how you’d feel if his date was Roxy. Dave offered his house as a possible venue; ”Won’t be the first wedding I host kid.”. While Tara, JJ, Emily, and Garcia were deep in discussion about organising your bridal shower.

In the midst of all the chaos you hadn't even realised that one person was missing. The person who’s reaction might not be as cheery as the rest of the group currently huddled around you.

Spencer was late for work. He cursed under his breath while waiting for the elevator. He didn't like to be late. Which is why it didn't happen often. Not because time-keeping overall was important to him. No. He made sure to arrive early each day because it was the only time of day he got to spend with you. Alone.

It was the only time of day he had you all to himself.

As selfish as it may seem, it was the truth. Although he would never admit it to anyone because that would mean admitting his true feelings. And he couldn't do that. He had his chance. He blew it. Maybe he would get another in the future, he secretly hoped he would, but for now those interrupted mornings with you had to suffice.

The brunette agent immediately noticed the team gathered at your desk. He thought the worst, but was quickly reassured you were okay when your honey-like laughter filled the bullpen. The sound was music to his ears. If he could, he’d listen to you laugh all day.

“So are you going to keep us guessing forever?” Tara asked intrigued. “How did Ethan do it?”

Garcia clapped her hands. “Yes, tell us. Was it romantic? Oh, who am I kidding of course it was romantic. All proposals are.”

Proposals? Spencer shook the thought away. No, he must have heard that incorrectly.

“Did he get down on one knee?” JJ asked with a smile.

“I gotta give it to Ethan though cause that ring looks expensive. Being a surgeon must be nice.” Luke noted, causing Garcia to smack his bicep. “What?” He retorted shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just an observation.” “Keep your observations to yourself newbie.”

“Why don’t we let Y/N breathe for a second?” Rossi chimed in. “I’ll treat everyone to lunch later and she can tell us the story then.” He suggested, glancing between the team. Everyone nodded in unison and scattered; just as Spencer approached.

The second your gaze landed on him, you noticed the solemn look spread across his face. A sick feeling spread through you and you quickly wondered just how much he overheard.

“Good morning doctor.” You greeted him, your lips pursed into a half-smile.

“Good morning.” Spencer replied without looking at you.

“How are you?” You asked as he took off his bag and placed it on the desk beside him. “I wondered where you were this morning.” You added, making conversation.

Spencer didn't respond. He couldn't bring himself to say anything. He couldn't even bare to meet your eyes; which were currently burning a hole into the side of his head.

While he thought he misheard Garcia say something about proposals, he definitely heard JJ’s question and Luke mention Ethan, and the ring. Spencer usually stirred away from making assumptions, but this time all the evidence was there. He didn't have to ask. He knew. You were engaged.

“Can-” You cleared your throat. “Can we go somewhere private and talk? I have something I need to tell you.”

“I can’t now.” He rasped. Before you got a chance to protest, the brunette doctor turned on his heel and rushed away.

The reason he dashed away was you. Your engagement. He figured it out, overheard it, and now he needed to process this new information. You should have let him go, do it alone. You knew you shouldn't have followed him, that it would only make things worse, but you couldn't help yourself. There was a time where you thought Spencer was the love of your life. That the two of you would be getting married. And even though that didn't work out...

You grabbed his arm and using all of your strength you pulled him to a halt. The brunette doctor ran a hand through his already ruffled hair as you stepped in front of him.

“Spencer, can we talk about this?” You asked, your hand falling back down to your side. “There is nothing to talk about Y/N.” Spencer huffed. “You’re engaged. I’m happy for you.” There was a distinct hurt in his voice.

“This isn’t how I thought you would find out. I wanted you to be the first one to know but-” “It doesn’t matter Y/N.” He interrupted.

“It matters to me Spencer.”

“Why?” He asked in an ominous tone. His eyes darkened. “We broke up a long time ago. You don't owe me anything.” “Our breakup has nothing to do with this.” You protested. Spencer scoffed. “I don’t believe you. You’re not chasing down any of the other members of our team.” “Yeah, because they’re all genuinely happy for me.”

“You don't think I’m happy for you?”

“I know you're not.”

Silence. Heavy-sitting, unbearable silence. The two of you simply stared at each other as if fighting an inaudible argument. Blood pressure rising, your heart was now hammering in your chest and you were sure he was even angrier than you.

Perhaps that last sentence came out harsher then you intended it to, but in your eyes it was the truth. Spencer had every right not to be happy for you. In fact, a large part of you expected him to react badly which is also another reason why you wanted him to be the first to know.

You were right of course, you just didn't know it.

The pain in his chest was insufferable. The jealousy, the anger, the sorrow. All of those feelings mixed inside of him and spread through his body like wildfire. He thought he was heartbroken before, back when you first started dating Ethan, but he was dead wrong. His head was spinning. He felt nauseous. It was hard to breathe. This was heartbreak.

See, Spencer was there when you and Ethan first met. Which in his mind made all of this so much worse. The team was working a local case, and the brunette agent got hurt. Not severely, but it was enough to make everyone worry so you volunteered to drive him to the hospital. While Spencer got checked out, you went to fetch him some jell-o. When you returned about twenty minutes later, you weren't alone anymore.

You never told anyone the full story. Just that the surgeon spotted you in the cafeteria, and asked you out for coffee. Honestly, there wasn't much more to it than that. Well, apart from the tiny detail that your initial thought was to decline Ethan’s offer because you were secretly hoping to get back together with the brunette agent.

The only reason you said yes to Ethan all those months ago was because he was a surgeon, and with both of your hectic schedules combined you never thought it would progress any further than that one coffee date. But it did. And overtime you moved on from Spencer, and learned to love the surgeon. The feeling isn't quite the same, but Ethan makes you feel good and at the end of the day that’s all that matters. Right?

“What do you want me to say Y/N?” Spencer asked, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Do you want to hear how I think you’re rushing into this? Do you want me to tell you I think Ethan is bad for you? That you can do better?” Pause. “It’s not like my opinion will change anything.”

You opened your mouth to say something but no words came out. Spencer sighed. “You’re engaged now. You’re going to marry Ethan, and I’m respecting your choice.”

The look that spread across Spencer’s face was pure sadness. He tried not to show it, but you could read him like an open book. He was in pain. He was in pain and there was nothing you could possibly do that would in any way help him or make him feel any better.

“We both moved on Y/N. You deserve to be happy, even if I think the guy is a jerk.” Spencer stated. It was harsh, he knew that, but in his defence it wasn't entirely true. Yes, he thought Ethan was an ass but it was primarily because Spencer loved you still, and he knew he would continue to love you until the end of his days. In his eyes, Ethan didn't deserve you.

And Spencer tried to get over you. Once he knew that you and Ethan were serious, he really tried to get over you. Yet nothing he did worked; it is as if you are imbedded deep in his soul. If he was a selfish man, he would let you stay there forever making it your permanent home. But Spencer Reid wasn't selfish, far from it. And now you were engaged to someone that wasn't him. He had to cut the cord. Even if the feeling was going to crush him.

“The only thing we share now is our work Y/N, nothing more.” And with that the brunette doctor walked away leaving you feeling lost, confused and slightly hurt.

You at least thought he considered you a friend.

Loving you is a bloodsport. Fighting in a love war.

A/N: starting off the new year right with this angsty mini-series. honestly, i couldn't get the idea out of my head over the holidays so i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i am currently enjoying writing it! hope you liked the first chapter. i’d love to hear your feedback and what you think will happen next! if you would like to be added to a taglist, please let me know. thank you for your continuous support. with love, mal. x

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Itzy Reaction to being sick and cared by their S/O

This was so fun to write, knowing some of the Itzy girls, I don’t think they fancy the idea of staying still, but it’s super fluffy and domestic!💖

Yeji

You sighed, crossing your arms as you watched once again at your girlfriend urgently roaming around the apartment. The doctor had demanded her to rest for a few days but you weren't sure what that really meant for her, or if she even knew what the word 'rest' meant.

Being the oldest member and leader for quite a while, Yeji had forgotten how it really felt to be taken care of. You can't blame her for always wanting to look after herself instead of letting herself be taken care of, but it was definitely making your job of keeping her in bed a little harder than usual.

You had been running around the place reminding her to rest, and every time she went and sat on the sofa, but didn't last there more than five minutes at a time. As your last resource to finally get her to stay put, you went to get a huge blanket, wrapped her from behind on it, carried your 'Yeji burrito' bridal-style to your bedroom and unwrapped her there.

"Hey Y/n! What was that for!?" She whined as she let herself fall into the bed. Her curious eyes followed you as you ran all around her.

"It doesn't look like you're as sick as you say you are!" She furrowed her eyes, confused at your statement. "Just let me show you what it really means to rest, okay?"

You turned on the TV in one of her favorite dramas, successfully engaging her attention as you went and prepared more things for her. As the bath filled itself with hot and steamy water, you prepared a hearty and warm dinner for her, put little candies with the meds that she had to take and made sure she always had a good supply of water and tissues. It was all pretty new to Yeji, to just lay and have all those things just come to her, but she could definitely get used to it, especially if at the end of the day, it meant more cuddle time with you.

Lia

Jisu is one of the most clever girls you have ever met in your life, part of what attracted you to her was that she would get everything she wanted in ways nobody really saw coming. And that alone was the reason why you lowkey started suspecting if she really was that sick at all.

She was enjoying all your cares a little too much to have an injured ankle that needed rest, that maybe for a moment you wondered if she acted as if it was more severe than it was only to get a little extra rest time. But every time you think of that, you remember how she looked like when she arrived home the night she injured herself.

It happened back in practice, only a misplaced step was enough and Jisu had twisted her ankle, falling down to the ground. Her staff had already taken her to the doctor, as you only got to receive her back home, being carried in the arms of her manager.

Even after listening to the story and witnessing the deep bruise on her ankle, she still had the nerve to joke about the whole ordeal.

"Maybe I need to twist my ankle more often if that means you're going to spoil me this good!" She sneered while tasting the food that you had ordered for her, her smile never erasing off her face.

"I'll spoil you all you want," You whispered, with hints of concern scattered in your voice. "But please, no breaking any limbs on purpose."

Jisu was a strong woman, you had absolutely no doubt about that in your heart. The way she handled everything life threw at her always with a smile and humor as her weapons, only reassured another thing that made you fall hard for her from the first time you met: How she always saw the good side of life.

Ryujin

"But I'm fineeeeeee!" It was probably the hundredth time you heard Ryujin excuse herself as she walked around your apartment. You counted down on your head and exactly as you hit cero, she sneezed once again, shaking the entire house in the process.

You had honestly given up on making her stay still, Ryujin has always been incredibly stubborn though she rather likes calling herself a persevering person. From the instant that you first started noticing her increasingly common sneezes, her stuffy nose and sore throat you wanted to take her to the doctor, but she kept dismissing you every time, saying that she 'didn't feel bad at all' But you knew her a little too well, and it was only a matter of time before…

You know those times where she throws her little tantrums? You leaned against the door frame while you watched her groan against her yoga mat as she laid flat over her stomach. You let her vent all that was necessary, until she turned around and finally faced you.

"Okay, maybe I'm not feeling precisely incredible," She accepted, shrinking her shoulders. You helped her up and offered her a tissue.

"Shall we go get you checked?" You scoffed lightly, to what Ryujin sheepishly nodded.

The doctor was quick to tell you both that it was only a cold, and sent you both back home to rest. She was very complacent into taking her meds and rest enough, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be frowning the entire time. You only chuckled at her facade, there was no way she was hating all the attention and cares as much as she wanted to show it. Because when Ryujin thinks you're not looking, her smile shines as she cuddles into you, holding for dear life the hot cup of tea that you know how to prepare exactly as she likes it.

Chaeryeong

No one enjoys looking at their girlfriend being all sad about hurting herself. Chaeryeong wasn't amused when the doctor told her that she had to heavily rest for at least three days if she wanted her leg to heal perfectly. You had noticed her a little blue after the incident, but she knew she had to take care of herself if she wanted to go back and dance her heart out like she loved to.

You had enough of her sad frown, you missed your girlfriend's smile and even in these circumstances you were put on getting it back. You stood up from the couch where you both were turning the endless channels for something interesting to see, getting your phone, you ordered Chaeyoung's favorite takeout and a few sweet treats to spoil her. As you waited for your food to arrive, you ran to your room and collected all the pillows, banquets and cushions you could find.

For the last touches, you cleaned the dust off your string lights and rushed over to the living room, hanging them around from all different places. Chae's eyes only followed you around, confused. She watched you putting up the lights and hanging huge blankets from the furniture, covering all the floor and sharp edges with pillows and… that's where it dawned on her.

"Jagi! Why are you making a fort?" She asked, while a grin was being painted on her once gloomy face.

"It's not precisely how we planned it initially," You took the remote and changed over to Netflix. "But how do you say we take advantage of this, and have that movie date we talked about?"

Her eyes sparked as her grin grew from ear to ear, just as the bell ringed, with all your favorite snacks at your door ready to have a fun binging date. Part of her couldn't believe she was so lucky to have a partner as sweet and incredible as you, but if it was a dream in any way, she prayed she never woke up from it.

Yuna

Usually, when someone has a cold it wears them off, tiring them, making them look like walking zombies. Not Yuna! Of course not! If all, you looked even more tired of keeping up with her energy even if she was the one with the cold. But you knew her, she's just like that. And to be honest, from the beginning you weren't really trying to maintain her on the bed, you knew it was going to be impossible.

But your deal consisted of her staying home and not making anything really vigorous, you took on the tasks of reminding her of the meds she had to take throughout the day, cooking her warm soup, making hot tea and supplying with enough tissues needed. But she wasn't keen on just watching the TV and letting you do all the hard work alone! So wherever you were, she was always there right besides you, talking her soul out through her sore throat about funny anecdotes with her members.

Finally the sun set up on the horizon as you both sat in bed watching some of her favorite dramas eating some light and warm dinner. You still didn't totally understand how she was able to keep jumping from side to side over the bed, but you watched her joyfully as she did. The night was young when she slammed into your body, cuddling down with you when she let out a deep sigh.

"Thank you for taking such good care of me Y/n." She whispered as she tightened her grip around you.

"It's always my pleasure Jagi." You caressed her hair lightly, running her strands through your fingers. "What would you like to eat tomorrow?"

But you received no response back after a while. You looked down at the girl in your arms, her closed eyes and gentle smile laying on your chest, as her heavy breath gave up that she had finally run out of energy.

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