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im-gonna-squeet · 8 months

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Donnie burnout fic

Donnie is exhausted and finds themself unable to do the tings they normally can, and knows one person that can always help.

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Donnie was having a bad day. A bad week– a bad month, even.

None of their projects were going right, their joints were acting up, they couldn't sleep properly, they'd gotten injured on what should've been a fairly easy mission, and now, they hardly had the energy to eat or talk.

It wasn't fair. They could usually work for days or weeks uninterrupted — with the exception of sleep and snack breaks, of course, their siblings wouldn't let them neglect themself like that, and they could never turn down Angelo's cooking — and be fine. They could make anything he wanted. So what was different this time?

What had changed?

Why couldn't they do this?

What was wrong with them? And how could they fix it?

Donnie didn't like change, which made such a drastic pivot in their ability all the more distressing (which, in turn, made them feel worse, feeding the cycle like an ouroboros).

Logically, they knew that rest would be the best thing, and they honestly wanted nothing more than a nap, but they couldn't when they were this stressed because they had so much to do. And none of it was going to get done. Because their stupid brain couldn't just function correctly!

There wasn't even that much to do. They ENJOYED doing these things! What was the point if they couldn't even do the one thing they were good for!?

They slammed their newest failure on the desk, breathing hard.

"shit." They winced and rubbed at their watery eyes under their glasses. Closing their eyes, they tried to even out their breathing, snapping them out of that all too familiar spiral.

This wouldn't help. It would only make it worse. They needed to not be alone right now. So they grabbed their phone and texted the first person they thought of.

ctrl + c

Don-Bon: Cn i cme sit w u?

Don-Bon: yes pls, ly

Nardo: yea im in my room

need a portal?

Nardo: ly2

Moments after that last text was sent, a small, vibrant blue portal opened up right in front of them.

They reflexively lowered their third eyelid to shield themself from the brightness.

Once they stepped through, they saw Leo sitting at the corner of his bed, leaning against the wall with one knee to his chest, controller in hand.

Donnie said nothing as they flopped next to their twin, leaning against him with their legs folded over Leon's, softly butting his head with their own.

Returning the headbutt, Leo reached down and pulled a weighted blanket out from beside his bed, wrapping it around his twin. "You okay, hermana?" he asked, not removing his arm and resting his head on top of Donnie's.

Donnie relaxed, glad to have their twin as company. They hesitated slightly before shaking their head, manifesting a small teleprompter screen in front of them. ‘bad. cant talk rn’, it read.

“ok, that's alright, I'm just gonna finish this game and then we can watch something, yea?” Leo rubbed their arm before removing it to continue gaming.

Donnie nodded, slumping further into Leo's side as they watched him play.

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After Leo finished his game, the twins wordlessly agreed on watching The Great British Baking Show, calm but still fun. Leo grabbed his laptop with one arm, wrapping the other around Donnie before shimmying them both into a lying position.

From there they shuffled around a little, finding the optimal snuggling position, then positioned the laptop at a comfortable angle for both of them.

"This ok?" Leo asked.

Donnie nodded.

After a few minutes, Leo spoke up again, "wanna talk about it?", he ventured.

Donnie took a breath, fiddling with their hands as they deliberated on how to word it.

The teleprompter re-appeared. 'it feels like nothings going right recently. And logically I KNOW that it's not my fault, but I can't help but blame myself, y’know? Im supposed to be the genius, the one that fixes everything. If I can't do that then what CAN I do?'

Leo took a moment to process the message, absentmindedly running his hands over Donnie’s neck and shell in soothing motions. "Tello I know you find this difficult to believe, but you are absurdly intelligent and so good at so many things, i mean you created ACTUAL, SENTIENT AI and are raising him better than our dad raised us, you're incredible in so many ways but you're working yourself too hard, you're burning the candle at both ends and it's unsustainable. Burnouts like these are going to happen when you do this to yourself.”

And Donnie knew these things, of course they did, but it was really really nice to hear it from someone else, especially someone they cared about so much. 'I know and I want to stop but I don't really know how? like i've been doing this for so long i don't know what else to do'

Reading this, Leo leaned over and kissed Donnie on the head, staying in that position whilst he talked, "im proud of you, Dee, we're all so, so proud of you, and we'll help you figure it out. All of us."

At this Donnie felt the prickling of tears in their eyes as their vision blurred. They didn't try to stop a quiet sob from escaping them, 'I love you'

"Aww, Dee, I love you too" Leo wrapped both of his arms around them, holding them close. They stayed like that for a while, Donnie quietly crying his frustrations into Leo's chest as he softly told them how loved and cherished and valued Donnie is to everyone they know.

And after a while, Donnie calmed, and Leo asked a question he already knew the answer to, "Do you wanna invite Apes over for a movie night tomorrow?"

Donnie nodded, already thinking about what movies to watch and meticulously going over every detail.

"Good, but for now, how about we watch some idiots bake and you can tell me exactly what they're doing wrong?". Donnie grinned, wiping the stray tears from their face as they prepared to make Leo regret ever suggesting that.

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#disaster twins #rottmnt #leonardo hamato #donatello hamato #hurt/comfort #nonbinary donatello #nonbinary donnie #disabled donatello

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ryuzatodraws-archive · 1 year

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Could you do a one shot of Copia doing something wreakless or having a bad mental health day and Terzo and Omega confess their feelings for the first time or something? If you have time. I feel like it would be cute 🥺🥺

aight this took a while because I was figuring something up

Im gonna do a Copia X Omega because these two needs some time alone together

He sighs on the sofa, taking a spot next to Copia. The man had been staring off into the nearby window for a while now and Omega had a feeling that its not like one of those days where he was looking for a squirrel in the tree or the shapes of the clouds.

''Copia, is everything ok?'' His weight shifted on the sofa as he scoots nearer to him .

''Oh? i - eh well'' he nods but his eyes are staring off elsewhere again, refusing to look at the other ghoul.

Omega places his hand on Copia's knees , rubbing slowly.

It took a while before another sigh escaped from Copia, leaning into the big ghoul.

''Im just tired , Omega...of myself''.

''Tired?''

''I mean, eh...look at me Omega, why am I here? You seem to be taking care of Terzo a lot more better than I do anyway. All I did was put the baby in him and now... I feel like an inconvenience...''

Omega blinked for a moment before he continues.

''Hey. I couldnt have done this without you Copia. I may be able to do all the heavy lifting but you know what to do incase Terzo was having a bad day too. You know all the well- the human part of it. Which is still something I am still trying to understand ''

''You?'' Copia looks up at him. By this time Omega had wrapped his arm around him , rubbing his shoulder. Copia leans more into the big ghoul, nuzzling into his chest.

''You're a good man Copia, and I appreciate you being here with us.''

Omega wrapped the other man's into an embrace, slowly purring in his chest .

''you do?''

''of course we do. Terzo talks about you all the time when you weren't around. ''

''He does?''

Omega nods.

'' He likes you a lot Copia. He likes your silly antics and your silly giggles. '' Omega sniffs the other's head a bit . ''and how your hair smells like vanilla sometimes'' .

Copia giggles, ending in a squeak .

''and I love the way you squeak''. The big ghoul smiles at that one .

''A big ghoul like you no?'' He nuzzles in , slipping his hands underneath the other's shirt , feeling the rumble in his hands. ''You're very comfortable Omega...''

'' I'm glad you think so''. He chuckled, shuffling into the sofa more so that the two of them can get comfortable. He reposition Copia so that he's lying on top of him.

''Get some nap Copia. I'll be right here''.

The smaller man nods, another squeak escapes him as he makes himself comfortable again. He can feel the other's tail slowly wrapping onto his leg.

#and now im off to work #ask writting #the daddies in the woods #poly au #Omega x copia #some fluff #ghost band

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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STICKY WASHING MACHINE | D.M

summary: draco fucks scorpius’ nanny on the laundry room

warnings: breeding kink, rough sex.

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“so do you accept?” asked draco to the girl who only stared at him with mouth slightly agape. “i-i mean i guess” she replied, not meeting his eyes.

“see you on monday then” nodded draco and turned on his heel, walking away.

y/n really didn’t know how they ended up on the topic of her being draco malfoy’s son’s nanny. it really wasn’t much work, a three year old baby just needed attention, food and sleep. but still, me out of all people? she thought, why did i even agree?

but here she was, beaming at the sight of scorpius’ new drawing which consisted on draco’s exaggerated tall figure, y/n and scorp. she sometimes felt bad that astoria was never in the picture, in every sense. she had left draco after scorpius turned 3 months old and never came back, draco explained this when they first reencountered, apparently it never really affected him. considering it was an arranged marriage.

“wow baby this is so good, i bet you’re gonna be an artist some day!” you exclaimed at him. he giggled and turned pink but a loud yawn cut his smile off. “i think it’s time for your nap, come on” she said, standing up and dusting off her skirt, scorpius holding up his arms.

y/n settled scorpius on bed and he was asleep in seconds, she chuckled and just snuggled the blanket closer to him. her eye caught a peek of scorpius’ laundry basket. sure, she was just a nanny that was supposed to take care of the child and that was it, the clothes were the elf’s work. but scorpius was terrified of them so draco took care of his clothes, y/n decided to just take his clothes to the laundry room and throw them inside the washing machine.

as y/n made her way to the laundry room, draco came through the fireplace that was at the whole other wing of the manor, making y/n unconscious of his presence.

draco gave a big sigh and immediately entered the kitchen for a glass of wine, opening up the cabinet that had one of the bottles opened already, courtesy of draco’s previous stress.

he knew scorpius must be asleep, taking notice of the silence that resonated through the manor’s atmosphere. in his midst of thinking, a few drops spilled from the rim his cup when he inclined it too harshly, making them spill on his white shirt. draco gave a groan at this and threw his head back.

narcissa always told draco that it was better to immediately wash clothing items if he ever spilled something on them. so he grumpily made his way to the laundry room.

as he got closer he could hear shuffling of clothes and a low humming, eventually stopping at the doorway to catch sight of y/n bent over, placing small clothing items into the washing machine. he went wide eyed at the peak he caught of her lace pink panties, cunt perfectly outlined.

draco was frustrated, sexually more than ever. he always found y/n hot, even in hogwarts, he remembers having a huge crush on her during fourth and fifth year, but they never really talked except for the polite hello’s and brief conversation when they were partnered in class.

right now, all the past emotions were coming back. and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her like he never did to a woman before. for hours and hours until she turned into nothing but a blabbering mess.

y/n eventually straightened up and went to pick more clothes, but she was met with a paralized draco on the doorframe.

“oh- hello draco, i didn’t know you were back” she saluted politely, going back to scorpius small basket that was placed on top of the dryer.

draco was snapped out of his trance at her voice, he swallowed hard before responding, “evening, just came to- uh put this in the washing machine” he gestured to his shirt, making her look at his chest but eventually trailing down to his very apparent bulge.

he saw how her eyes went wide but she said nothing and just gulped and nodded, gaze not meeting his.

the laundry room really wasn’t that big, making it hard for draco to pass y/n to go to the washing machine that was placed next to the dryer. but he still came in contact with her. his clothed cock pressing perfectly into her ass, a small gasp escaping her while draco grunted at the friction.

they both stilled.

y/n was the first to turn around, groin now pressing into her front, he was breathing heavily. and like magnets they connected together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth. draco’s hands rubbing her ass, down until the back of her thighs were in his large hands. he tapped them lightly, signaling her to jump, which she obliged instantly and jumped, draco hoisting her onto the washing machine.

he disconnected their lips to travel down to her neck, a small whine escaping her when he found her sweet spot. draco absolutely devouring the skin and littering it with purple hickeys. he eventually pulled away to take a good look at his little piece of art.

y/n brought him back into a heated kiss while unbuttoning his shirt, his own hands finding way to the hem of hers. once he shrugged off his shirt he helped her pull hers off, throwing it onto the floor. he pulled away from the kiss once again to look at her soft mounds that sat perfectly in a bra, he groaned at the sight as his cock twitched on his trousers.

“can i take this off sweet thing?” he asked, tone low as he hooked a finger on the bra strap.

y/n eagerly nodded, draco wasting no time and unclasping the bra in a quick motion, disregarding it to the side, mouth immediately attaching to her nipple while his hand toyed with the other. she gave a moan at this breathing heavily and leaning back on her palms, panties soaked and pussy throbbing.

draco kissed his way down to her stomach, dragging her skirt down until it hit the floor. he stepped back and admired with pure mesmerization at y/n’s form, tits with perked up nipples, dampened panties and breathing hard. “look at my pretty princess” he said, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants low enough so his dick popped out.

she went wide eyed for the second time that evening at his size. draco was much bigger than anyone she had ever been with and he was just a very big person in general, she wasn’t sure she could take him all.

draco stroked his cock up and down slowly, tip red and leaking with pre-cum. he got closer to her and moved her panties to the side, eyes glinting when he saw her bare cunt, dripping.

“so wet baby” he said as he passed two fingers over her folds, y/n shuddering while he brought them up to his mouth and hummed at the taste, watching her face heat up.

“taste so good too” he growled, inching his face closer to her and leaning their foreheads together while his fingers plummeted themselves slowly into her, a loud moan escaping her lips.

he started moving them at a slow pace, almost torturous. watching intently as she released small whimpers and moans, his cock twitching every now and then.

he started scissoring his fingers inside of her, going faster. “ah! yes draco right there” she moaned out when he curled his fingers, touching that spongy spot inside her. “yeah? think you can take my cock now?” he questioned.

“yes” she replied quickly, pussy clenching at the thought of having him inside her, finally.

he seemed to notice this and chuckled, removing his fingers and dragging them to his cock once again, coating it with her juices. he guided it to her entrance and drenched the tip with her arousal, making y/n buck her hips up and whine.

“sh sh sh, now be patient little girl” he warned, fingers lightly tapping her clit, making her jolt and quickly shut up as she waited in anticipation.

draco entered y/n slowly with a groan, a strangled moan leaving her throat. he let her adjust to his size for a few moments before starting out on a decently fast pace, making her throw your head back and release several moans the faster he went, breasts bouncing everywhere, much to draco’s delight.

he settled for a brutal pace that had the washing machine shaking, watching her eyes go crisscross when he reaches to rub her clit.

“fuck baby look at this pretty pussy squeezing me, so fucking tight” he groaned, looking down at her juices dripping out, thighs glistening. “you have no idea how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he said, voice strained. she hummed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to another steamy kiss, he greedily ate every moan she made, her legs starting to tremble.

“fuck baby im close” he said when she pulled away for breath. “me too!” she replied, his thumb assaulting her clit harsher.

“yeah? gonna cum all over me? and then let me put my fucking cum inside you until your fucking pregnant?” he teased, moving his hands to grip her ass, y/n gave a loud moan in response and rapidly nodded, orgasm right at its peak. “fuckfuckfuck yes draco!” she screamed as she came, legs completely shaking and letting that coil snap while he fucked her faster, riding out her high while chasing his.

“shit, gonna cum so hard inside you and give you my kids princess” he groaned, his thrust sloppy when his orgasm hit him, releasing a loud moan as he came.

after they both calmed down from their highs he sighed in pleasure and looked down to her puffy cunt, he pulled out slowly and watched as her pussy spurted out both cums. he collected some on his fingers and held them up to y/n.

she opened her mouth and kept eye contact as she sucked on them, humming at the taste like he had done previously, making his once soft cock perk up immediately. she was gonna be the death of him.

she giggled at his reaction and got off the, now sticky washing machine due to their arousal on it, leaning her top half over it and arching her back. draco’s mouth agape at the view.

“round 2?” she taunted.

but right as draco was about to fuck her into tomorrow, a small paddle of feet could be heard in the distance with a faint “daddy? y/n?”.

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part two

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cacoetheswriting · 3 years

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for you and i

Pairings: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: honestly just pure fluff, mild swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, implied smut (nothing graphic) Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A small collection of moments throughout reader’s and Spencer’s evolving relationship that features their song. A/N: this symbol ~~ signifies a time jump.

A/N: i finished my rewatch of bones last night (im hella emotional), and one of my favourite “running gags” from the show is hot blooded being booths and brennans song, and how the writers reminded us of that from season to season. it definitely definitely inspired me to write this. also i did this instead of working on my assignment as a birthday gift from me to me lmao ENJOY

The plane trip back home was completely silent.

Morgan and JJ were catching up on much needed sleep. Emily, lost in thought, observed the night sky through the small window. Rossi was reading, as Hotch worked his way through some case files.

Spencer sat next to you at the far end of the jet. You were listening to music while his nose was buried in a book. Although you could tell he couldn't really concentrate on the words as the page remained unturned for the last fifteen minutes.

“Why don’t you let your eyes rest for a minute?” You suggested, carefully taking out one earphone. “A short nap could be good for you. It doesn’t look like you’re retaining any information anyway.”

Spencer nodded slowly, agreeing with you. He shut the novel in his lap and tilted his head to look at you, his lips pursed into a thin shy smile. “You should get some sleep too Y/N.”

“I’m okay.” You replied. “Plus someone has to keep watch in case the jet gets abducted by aliens or something.” A sly grin appeared on your face as Spencer chuckled softly. He rested his head against the chair and gradually closed his eyes.

You watched him for a moment. Examining his perfect features. Your innocent crush growing by the second - something you would never admit out loud in fear it would ruin your friendship.

When you were about to place the earpiece back in your ear, his eyes shot back open. He sighed heavily.

"I actually don’t think I can.” Spencer said quietly and once again turned his attention to you. His gaze briefly landed on the phone in your hands before travelling up to your face. “Did you know that in addition to aiding relaxation and helping with falling asleep quicker as well as improving sleep quality, playing music before bed can improve sleep efficiency? Which means more time you are in bed is actually spent sleeping.” You raised a curious brow waiting for him to continue, but he just asked: “Can I ask what you are listening to?”.

Instead of answering his question, you wiped the dangling earphone against your blouse and handed it to him. He took it, a little hesitantly, and placed it in his ear - the two of you unconsciously shifting closer to one another.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he didn't know the song currently playing, nor did he particularly like it, but he didn't protest or ask you to skip it. In his eyes, you were kind enough to share your source of entertainment therefore he would never push to change what you were clearly enjoying.

The song ended, another began, and another, and another. Eventually Spencer closed his eyes again. The two of you continued to silently listen to the various songs on your playlist - a wild mix of different artists and genres, definitely showcasing your weird music taste.

Touch Me by The Doors began to play.

“I like this one.” Spencer muttered, eyes still closed. “I didn't peg you to be a rock fan.” You stated curiously. Spencer chuckled softly. “I wouldn't call myself a fan per se, this is just a very good song.” “This is actually my favourite song of theirs.” You proclaimed.

Sinking deeper in your seat, you quietly sang along. “What was that promise that you made?” To your pleasant surprise, the young doctor joined in. “Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?”

Lost in the pure bliss of the moment, you gently rested your head against Spencer’s shoulder. His eyes fluttered open. He glanced down at you and smiled to himself. Yes. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

“Watch it!!!” You shouted and rudely gestured after the vehicle that overtook you out of nowhere, almost sliding right into your car. Frustrated, you ran your hands through your hair before placing them on the wheel again. A deep sigh escaping your lips in the process.

Spencer chuckled next to you. “Maybe next time I’ll drive.”

“Sorry.” You muttered, tone of your voice changing completely for a moment. “People are just so fucking stupid.” The groan was full of annoyance, and it only made the young doctor snicker louder.

“How about we turn on the radio?” Spencer suggested. “Cool you down a little since we have another hour drive ahead of us, and I would preferably like to get there in one piece.” He teased. You rolled your eyes at his comment, but didn’t protest.

Taking your silence as a yes, Spencer fumbled with the car radio.

‘Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe’

Voice of Jim Morrison blared through the speakers. Instantly, your whole body loosened up. No longer feeling annoyed or angry. Driver’s rage dissipated. The frown circling your features was replaced by a happy smile.

‘Can't you see that I am not afraid?’

Stopping at a red light, you looked at Spencer who was lightly bopping his head to the beat of the music. His gentle curls bouncing with his every move.

“You know, the universe is telling us that this is our song now.” You noted. The young doctor met your gaze, and the grin present on his face made your heart skip a beat. A faint hit of nerves cascaded through your body as you anxiously waited for his response.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders slightly. “It’s a good song. The universe could have wished us a lot worse.”

As the light ahead turned green, and you were driving once again, the two of you burst into the chorus as loud as you possibly could: “Now, I'm going to love you! Till the heavens stop the rain!”.

The bar was filled to the brim with people wanting to unwind after a long week of work. That included the BAU team.

“One more for the road!” Morgan exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. He motioned to Hotch for assistance and the two of them briskly walked off in the direction of the bar. “While they’re gone, I’m gonna hop to the loo.” Penelope chimed. “I’ll join you.” JJ spoke up and they hurried off.

Spencer sat beside you, shoulder pressed lightly to yours. He was sipping on the remainder of his drink and you were about to open your mouth to say something, engage him in conversation, when you heard it. The song. Your song.

Your head instantly snapped up at him and a mischievous grin spread on your face. By the time Spencer realised what was going on, you were up on your feet grabbing him by the arm, and pulling him onto the self-made dance floor.

You began to sway along to the music. The alcohol currently flowing through your veins definitely made you that much braver. It also gave Spencer the confidence boost he needed to join you with no objections.

Despite the questionable looks you were undoubtedly receiving, the two of you jumped around like kids. Singing the song out loud to one another. It was as if the world around you disappeared. Like you and Spencer were the only people left in the bar.

‘Till the stars fall from the sky’

And when the night concluded, when everyone said their goodbyes, Spencer continued to hum the melody of your song as he waited with you for the taxi. It was then you chose to make the first move - colliding your lips with his in a carefree kiss.

They were softer than you ever imagined.

All at once, the attraction between you two and the tension that built up over the years burst. You grabbed onto his jacket pulling him even closer. Suddenly, the cold night air didn’t feel so cold anymore. It was hot, burning like a flame. Your body was on fire and so was his.

Spencer’s long arms wrapped around you, trapping you in the fire. One of his hands moved lower down your back, while the other tightly gripped your hair. The sensation that he felt was unimaginable. He always imagined what you would taste like, although he never expected anything would happen. He imagined how your body would feel against his. How your lips taste. But this, this exceeded all expectations.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a smoky voice after pulling away, his hands now holding your face. “That’s what I was going to say.” You managed to whisper before his lips landed on yours again. Your heart pounding hard inside your chest, it felt as if it was about to explode.

Spencer huffed as he placed a heavy cardboard box down on the ground. He straightened himself, flattened down his crinkly t-shirt, and turned to you with a smile. “That’s the last of it.” He stated proudly, placing his hands on his hips.

“My hero.” You ambled towards him and pecked his lips. “Thank you.” His arms made their way around your waist, pulling you in close. He placed a tender kiss on your forehead before glancing around the room.

“I can’t believe we’re officially moved in together.”

“It’s been a longtime coming.”

“That it definitely has.” Spencer smiled kissing you. He let his arms fall and shuffled around to start unpacking.

Having planned ahead, you removed a speaker from your handbag. You quickly set it up, connecting it to your phone, and pressed play to ease the process that would carry on into the night.

Starting with the kitchen, and the more fragile items, the two of you made your way through the new apartment.

Hours passed. It was getting quite late as tiny yawns continuously escaped your lips. However, the hard work was paying off because space started to feel more and more like home.

You decided to finish up for the night - tomorrow was another day. Yawning, you leaned into the arms of your boyfriend. Spencer kissed the top of your head and began to sway you slowly from side to side.

Right on queue, the guitar intro you both recognised well began to play through the speakers. You smiled into his chest before breaking free from his embrace.

‘Yeah! Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid’

Sharing a knowing look, you both started to dance. Not wanting to disrupt any neighbours you both chose not to sing along like you usually did. Instead, you mouthed the words in sync as if you were competing in a lip-sync battle.

‘What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?’

The two of you circled happily around one another. It wasn't long before the air guitars came into play.

And as the song concluded, Spencer cupped your cheeks. “I love you.” He muttered, gazing deep into your eyes. “I love you too.” You replied smiling.

Without another word, Spencer’s lips crashed against yours. Both your heads tilting hungrily from side to side to vary pressure. Hearts hammering loudly. Your hands made their way up his muscled back as his hands traveled down your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Why don’t we move this party to the bedroom?” He suggested, his face still only inches away from yours. You lifted your hand, and brushed some of his light curls away behind his ear. “I do believe I read somewhere that it is considered bad luck not to christen the bed on the first night of living together.” You stated giggling.

Spencer raised an interested brow. “What else does the article say?”

“How about I just show you.” And like that, your lips were on his once again as he blindly led you to the bed.

“And now ladies and gentlemen we would like to bring out our newlyweds, Dr. & Mrs. Reid, to dance their first dance as husband and wife. Let’s give them a hand.”

Spencer turned to you, that warm kindhearted smile you loved so much circling his lips. He offered you his hand. “Mrs. Reid.” You took it gladly. “Dr. Reid.”

He led you to the middle of the dance floor and swiftly wrapped one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other hand intertwined itself with yours. Music started to play and the two of you swayed elegantly from side to side.

“I have a surprise for you.” Spencer whispered in your ear before briefly pulling apart and twirling you around.

Suddenly the music stopped. Sounds of disappointment echoed through the watching crowd as you shot your husband a quizzical look.

A melody you knew all too well filled the space.

Your mouth parted slightly in shock as Spencer let his arm fall from your waist. He spun you around once again and began rhythmically banging his head to the beat of the song. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before joining in.

Excited screams echoed through the crowd as they cheered on. Even though you heard them, you knew people were watching and documenting this moment, you felt as if there was no-one else around - déjà vu.

Spencer pressed his forehead lightly to yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. His lips twirled into a smile. A big smile that you reciprocated. Feeling as if you were on cloud nine, you looked deep into each others eyes and whole heartedly sang along with the song. Your song.

‘I'm going to love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm going to love you Till the stars fall from the sky For you and I’

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 18: Girl’s Night (Heroes/Villains)

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Teleporting back into her room in Gotham, Marinette flops onto her bed. Passing Kaalki sugar cubes and Tikki a cookie, she suppresses the urge to scream into her pillow. She was sick and tired of Hawkmoth. Sick and tired of being the one who has to fix everything. She just wanted one week with no Hawkmoth, no akuma attacks. But no. Of course not. Of course he just had to send out a stupid akuma every single day. Because why not. How’re people supposed to know he’s still being the main villain of Paris if he takes a freaking day off? Once she finds out who he is, she’s going to punch him in his stupid face. A knock on her door pulls her from her plotting ways to get back at Hawkmoth.

“Come in.” She sighs, sitting up and forcing a tired smile on her face.

“Marinette, your father wanted-” Selina starts, pausing as she looks her over. “Come on kitten, we’re having a girls day.” She says. Marinette raises an eyebrow. Sure she’d met Selina before, but they hadn’t really hung out yet.

“What?” She asks.

“You look exhausted and angry, sweetheart. Spending too much time with these boys isn’t going to help. So you’re gonna grab anything you need for an overnight trip and we’re going to go watch movies and eat junk food til we’re sick.” Selina instructs. Marinette grins, jumping up and shoving stuff into her backpack. She puts Kaalki’s glasses into her purse and lets her and Tikki fly in before she turns to Selina.

“Ready!” She says, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. It’d been ages since she’d had a girls day with anyone. She was so ready to just take a break and be silly.

“Well come on then. Harley and Ivy are going to adore you.” Selina says, slinging her arm around Marinette’s shoulders. Somehow, they manage to not see anyone on the way to Selina’s car. Which is weird, but it is a weekday so everyone probably had something to do besides sit around the manor. Pulling away from the manor, Selina flips on the radio, the new Jagged Stone song blasting full volume.

“Nice taste in music.” Marinette says with a wide grin. Selina smirks.

“I have to like the man at least a little, his designer is one of my kids after all.” She says. Marinette smiles, a warm feeling flooding through her. Selina didn’t have to accept her with open arms, she didn’t have to treat her like she was her own daughter. But she did, and Marinette was so thankful for that. Thankful that even so far away from her Maman, she still had a Mom there for her. The two nod along to the music, scream singing the chorus together as the car pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building. Marinette glances at the building, suddenly nervous. Would Harley and Ivy like her? Or would they just tolerate her for Selina.

“Don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart. Harley and Ivy are two of the sweetest people I know. They’re gonna love you.” Selina says reassuringly, reaching over and squeezing Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette lets out a breath before nodding.

“Okay, let’s go.” She says, grabbing her bag and jumping out of the car. She follows closely behind Selina, not wanting to give anyone the chance to get between them. You could never be too careful in Gotham. They walk into the building and go straight into the elevator, Selina pushing the button and leaning up against the wall while they wait. Marinette bounces on the balls of her feet, excitement and nerves bundling together. The second the elevator stops, Marinette’s out, following Selina down the hall. She pulls out a key, winking at Marinette before turning and unlocking the door.

“Honey, I’m home!” She calls, and Marinette’s jaw drops. The apartment was quite literally covered in plants and vines. They were beautiful. She grins as one of the vines near her leans towards her, a small flower blooming at the end of it.

“And who did you bring with you?” A tall woman with red hair asks, walking into the room. The designer inside of Marinette instantly has a million questions about the woman’s outfit. It seemed to be made entirely of plants, but she could also tell that they were still alive. She had no idea how the woman had managed that, but she guessed that it was something that couldn’t be replicated for someone else.

“I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She says with a wide smile. The woman, who Marinette assumes is Ivy, grins back.

“Nice to meet you, Flower. I see you’ve already made a friend.” She says, gesturing to the vine which was now wrapped around Marinette’s wrist. Marinette giggles.

“Well, I was hoping they liked me and that’s what this was. I have a garden back in Paris, and I’d hate to find out plants actually hate me.” She says. Ivy shakes her head.

“No worries there. They adore you, it’s a little odd if I’m honest.” Ivy says, dodging Selina who tries to flick her.

“Did I hear Selina?” Another voice asks, a short blonde woman walking into the room. Her hair was short and choppy, the small pigtails at the top of her head dyed pink. Marinette grinned at the woman’s outfit- a Gotham Amusement Pier t-shirt, Batman pajama pants, and hot pink fuzzy socks. She wondered if her dad knows that Harley Quinn has Batman pj pants….probably not.

“Yes, with a guest.” Selina says, plopping onto the couch and gesturing over to Marinette, who was still standing by her new vine friend.

“Hi! I’m Marinette, it’s nice to meet you.” She says, smiling and waving with her free hand. Ivy whispers something and the vine squeezes a bit before letting go, letting her move away from the door.

“Well aren’t ya just the cutest!” Harley squeals, running forward and giving her a big hug. “Didjya finally join your boytoy’s adopting habits?” Harley adds, still clutching onto Marinette. Selina snorts.

“No, he beat me to her. But she’s definitely mine, too.” She says, making Marinette’s face turn red. Harley coos at her, ruffling her hair before stepping back.

“So what brings ya here? Get annoyed with Bats already?” Harley asks. Marinette blinks in shock. Harley knows? She thinks about it for a minute, and realizes it just makes sense. They’d been fighting long enough and then he started his relationship with Selina, who was one of Harley’s best friends. It just made sense that Harley (who was extremely smart) would put two and two together.

“No, just thought that Mari could use a girl’s day. She’s been stuck with just the boys for over a week.” Selina explains. Harley gasps.

“The horror!” She says, making Marinette giggle. “Come on pumpkin, I’ve got the comfiest jammies ever. Oooo, and we can paint our nails! Ivy, find the movies, Selina, you’re on snacks. This is gonna be so much fun!” Harley orders, grabbing Marinette’s hand and tugging her along to one of the bedrooms, Selina’s laugh echoing throughout the apartment.

“I did bring pjs, ma’am.” Marinette says, once Harley stops tugging her and starts searching through a drawer.

“Bet that can’t be comfier than the ones I’ve got for ya! And call me Harley kiddo, or Auntie Harley if ya wanna.” She says, looking up from the drawer to smile widely. She looks back and cheers in victory, pulling out a pair of bright red pajama pants. Marinette snorts when she notices the logo all over the pants.

“Really?” She asks, giggling. Harley smirks.

“We’ll have to take a picture of us and send it to your old man. Really get ‘im riled up.” She says. Marinette nods excitedly, taking the Robin pants from Harley. This was gonna be awesome.

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Bruce sighs, looking at the news report from Paris from earlier. The damned butterflies were hard to track. He was used to figuring out problems quickly, and this one was taking too long for comfort. It wouldn’t bother him as much if it was anywhere else, but it was directly impacting his daughter. She was being hurt daily, and she’d even died and now she was plagued with nightmares. All because of a man with some magic jewelry. God, he hated magic. A knock on the study door stirs him from his thoughts.

“Come in.” He says.

“Hey B, have you seen Mari? I was gonna ask her if she wanted to go get ice cream with me and Little D.” Dick asks, leaning against the door frame, Damian standing next to him with his arms crossed.

“Not since breakfast. There was another akuma attack earlier, but it wasn’t a bad one. She wasn’t injured.” He says, remembering the completely strange battle from earlier. It was some man with pigeons, and apparently this was the 34th time the man had been akumatized over pigeons.

“Did you not check her room after the battle?” Damian asks, eyebrow quirked. Bruce sighs.

“It was the pigeon one again. I assumed that she’d want to take a nap, if anything. She still hasn’t been sleeping well. Tim said she’s awake every morning when he comes up for coffee, whether it’s three or five, she’s up.” Bruce explains, frowning at the thought of his youngest daughter’s sleep habits. He certainly didn’t need another sleep deprived coffee addict like Tim. It wasn’t healthy.

“Well I already checked her room. She wasn’t there.” Dick says, and Bruce frowns, pulling out his phone to send a text to Tim and call Jason. One of them had to have seen her. She never left the house without telling one of the family, unless it was for a battle.

“What.” Jason says gruffly, Bruce is just grateful he answered. Up until a couple of months ago, Jason would have rather thrown his phone in the river than answer one of Bruce’s calls.

“Have you seen Marinette?” He asks, getting straight to the point.

“No? Why? What’s wrong?” Jason asks, and Bruce hears shuffling as Jason rushes around wherever it is he is.

“Nothing. I’ll call you back.” He says, hanging up. He glances down at his texts and notices Tim hasn’t seen her either. He frowns, but doesn’t panic yet. Pulling out his computer, he pulls up the tracker that was on each of his children’s phones. He scans the map, frowning when he sees that her phone is still in the manor. In her room. He stands and swiftly moves past his sons to get to his daughter’s room. He knocks, waiting for an answer. None.

“Marinette?” He calls, knocking again. “I’m opening the door.” He warns, pushing it open. He frowns at the empty room, nothing appearing out of place.

“Do you think she had to pop back to Paris for something?” Dick asks, coming up behind him. Bruce shakes his head.

“No, she would have told us. Suit up, she has to be somewhere in-” He stops as his phone chimes. He looks at it and feels all of the tension leave his shoulders.

Took our youngest daughter for a girl’s day, back tomorrow XO. Of course Selina had her.

“She’s with the Sirens. She’ll be back tomorrow.” Bruce says, suppressing a smile at the annoyed look on his youngest’s face. She was safe, and that’s what matters. Even if he was certain he’d have to listen to Damian complain for the entirety of patrol.

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“Make all the boy moose go WAAAAAAAAA!” Harley says with the movie, laughing loudly. Marinette chuckles, passing Tikki a cookie in her purse before sticking another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

“I still like the first one more.” Selina says, taking a sip of her wine. Harley sticks her tongue out at her before turning her attention back to the movie.

“Do you think Mia is secretly a superhero?” Marinette asks, frowning in thought.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Ivy asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Even Harley pauses the movie to turn and stare at her.

“Stan Lee.” Marinette says with a shrug.

“Is that s’posed to mean something to me, kid? Cause I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” Harley says, obviously confused. Marinette huffs.

“Stan Lee makes a cameo in this movie. And Stan Lee is the creator of Marvel, right? He’s made a cameo in like, every single Marvel movie. So is Mia secretly a superhero? Is that why he’s in the movie?” Marinette rambles, almost flinging ice cream at Selina as she gestures crazily.

“Sweetie, how much sleep have you had in the past three days?” Selina asks after a few moments of silence.

“Not important. Is Amelia Mignonette Thermopolis Renaldi, Princess of Genovia, also a superhero? Does she secretly work for SHIELD? Or is she more like Iron Man, like a freelance superhero? Was she a hero in San Francisco too? Or did she take over a hero's mantle when she moved to Genovia? Cause she was really clumsy in the first movie and also super awkward, but now she’s less clumsy and she seems to be more put together, but are heroes really put together? I don’t think so. I think sometimes heroes pretend that they’re put together to make everyone else feel better when in all reality they’re seconds away from a breakdown themselves. Is Stan Lee coming to recruit her for SHIELD? Is that why he’s in Genovia? Does SHIELD have any jurisdiction there? Is there a Genovian branch of SHIELD?” Marinette rambles, suddenly stuck on the topic. Seriously, why is Stan Lee in Princess Diaries 2 if Mia isn’t a hero? Why would he-

“Kitten, take a breath.” Selina says, her hands on Marinette’s shoulders helping her to ground herself. Marinette takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She blinks a few times, instantly feeling bad.

“I’m so sorry.” She says, frowning.

“What for?” Harley asks, looking confused.

“For ruining girl’s night.” She says quietly. Selina pulls her into a tight hug and Marinette sinks into it.

“Sweetheart, you didn’t ruin anything. I don’t know everything that’s going on. But what I do know, is that you rambling out a conspiracy theory about the movie we’re watching is not ruining girl’s night. Trust me. One time, we invited your brother Dick, and he ate all of the cookies by himself.” Selina says, Marinette snorts. Of course he did. “Now that’s a way to ruin girl’s night.” She adds, squeezing her once more before leaning back.

“Let's watch something that we can just get lost in and not have to think at all.” Ivy suggests, looking through the stack of dvd’s. Marinette glances over, eyes instantly catching one of her favorite movies.

“Legally Blonde?” She suggests, Harley squeals.

“That’s it, you’re officially ours. Brucie can fight me.” She says, putting in the dvd. Marinette laughs, laying her head on Selina’s shoulder, grabbing a handful of popcorn. She could get used to nights like these.

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Bonus chapter: Harley Vs Bruce

Drawing of Harley and Mari’s pajamas

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miss-smrxtiee · 3 years

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Hi was wondering if you could do #17 and #18 from the holiday prompts please for adrian/mc thanks so much

Hiiii!! Yes of course! Thank you so much for the ask @lauren-raines-x !!

Holiday prompt list!

17- what movie are we watching?

18- Did you steal a cookie?

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Adrian x MC (Amy)

Bloodbound

Summary: A blizzard hits New York City, locking most people inside their homes. Butttt this could be some fun for Adrian & Amy...

A/n: this was so fun to make thank you guys so much for requesting them! Im sorry this took so long! My hiatus was much needed to say the least 😪🤚🏻

Warnings: none! Fluffiness!

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The couple laid around in their apartment as they watched the newest weather forecast snuggled into each other. A heavy snow storm hit their area causing people to be locked in their house. With their jobs, a day off like this was heaven because it meant they got to be as lazy as they wanted.

Adrian sighed and clicked the Netflix button on the remote, turning the tv over to a movie.

“What movie are we watching?” Amy’s voice was muffled as she spoke, due to her face being smooshed against Adrian’s chest.

“I was thinking... Fast and furious 7?” He suggested and she agreed.

A few minutes into the movie. He suggested that they grabs some snacks and before he knew it, Amy had hopped up and shuffled her way into the kitchen, making him chuckle at her excitement. They had both worn their matching hot coco onesies and Beckett didn’t think she could get any more adorable.

As Adrian walked into the kitchen he saw Amy humming to herself while scrounging through the cabinets. He just leaned against the door frame crossing his arms as he watched her happily pull out bags of chips and pretzels. She gasped at a sheet of paper that had caught her eye on top of some books.

“What’s that?” He asked, pushing himself up from the doorframe and making his way to the counter.

“It’s my mom’s famous cookie recipe! I had forgotten all about it!” Amy smiled as she pointed at the author’s name ‘Elizabeth Jones’. (Her Mom)

“I didn’t know she gave it to you.” He looked over the sheet with her, skimming the list of ingredients.

“She emailed it to me about 4 months ago, but because their Christmas cookies, it seemed a little too soon for them. I must’ve forgotten about it once I had place it down!”

“But now it’s perfect timing!” Adrian added before placing his finger at the first ingredient.

“Let’s get cooking, shall we? The movie can wait.” He threw her apron over her head.

“Lets get cooking!” She agreed and giggled.

Over the next few minutes, Adrian read off the ingredients so that Amy could lift them out of the cabinets. He playfully chanted ‘team work team work’ after the last items had been placed.

“Look at us, food prepping!” She giggles and gestured to the ingredients in front of them.

“These are gonna be delicious!” Adrian says with a smile.

Amy agrees and grabs the bowl. She reads of the measurements for the dry ingredients, since they where doubling the recipe amount, Adrian took over the math and teased her for it.

A while later, they had mixed and combined everything and were now usuing gingerbread cookie cutters to finish the Christmas decorating. As Amy put in the first tray into the oven, Adrian glanced at the bowl of cookie dough and then back at Amy. In a flash he had scooped some onto his finger and smeared it on the tip of her nose, making her squeal.

“Wha- Adriannn!!!” She whined, making him laugh at her pout. He thought it was adorable how she scrunched her face together in frustration.

“I’m gonna get you for that!!” She retaliates playfully as he starts to slowly back away.

“Not if you can’t catch me!” He turns and bolts into the living room, turning a corner with Amy right behind him. He runs around the couch and grabs a pillow for defense. Amy gasps at his newfound weapon.

“You wouldn’t...” she knew that look on his face whenever he got competitive. In some situations it would be chess, tag, or even video games. But this time around... pillow fight means war.

Amy grabs a couch pillow and gets into an offensive stance, but before anyone gets a word in, they hear a Ding! Coming from the kitchen. Amy pouts and lays the pillow down on one end of the couch while Adrian chuckles.

“You win... for now at least. Until we get these cookies done.” Amy smiles at him before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the cookies.

Thirty minutes later, and Amy brought out the last tray of freshly baked cookies and set them on the stove. Adrian was on decor duty for the cooled ones and was putting little black dots as the gingerbread faces and buttons. He seemed quite proud of himself.

After a full day of baking extravaganzas, the pair walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch with a sigh.

“I have a newfound appreciation for bakers...” Adrian said with a huff.

“I have a newfound appreciation for myself, like damn, I didn’t know I could bake this well!” She popped the last bit of her cookie into her mouth while Adrian laughed.

“Did you steal a cookie?” He laughed as her eyes widened.

“Uh- nO!” She hastly responded.

He wraps his arms around her, cuddling into the couch.“I think it’s safe to say we’ve earned ourselves a nap.”

“I couldn’t agree more”

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A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes - Chapter 3

Gwilym!Prince Charming x Reader

Summary: After losing your parents, your step-family makes your life impossible. That is, until Prince Gwilym holds a ball. It’s your one chance for everything to change.

Word Count: 2.8k (sorry it’s short)

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this update!

Warning(s): Mild descriptions of abuse

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3 here we go!!!

Eleanor and Miranda were immediately all aflutter, speaking so much and so rapidly that if you hadn’t been standing beside them, you would not have believed it was only two people making so much noise. You couldn’t keep track of who was saying what.

“A ball?!”

“What for?”

“Who’s going to be there?”

“Is it a special invitation?”

“Will the prince be there?”

“Oh, do say the prince will be there!”

Your own mind was spinning with similar questions. But there was one at the forefront.

“Silence!” Frank interrupted harshly. “The invitation says the whole town has been invited - upon the prince’s request - to attend the ball in honor of his birthday. The king added that he hopes any and all eligible maidens will attend, as the prince is ready to marry.”

“Marry!” gasped Eleanor.

“You mean - he’s really looking for his wife?!” added Miranda.

“This is the moment I’ve been waiting for,” he said. “This could be the chance for you, my daughters, to prove your worth. One of you must win his heart.”

You saw your step sisters deflate at their father’s words. Your heart was moved with pity. But, there was still something you had to ask.

“May I go to the ball?” you blurted out.

Frank’s eyes widened when he looked at you, as if realizing only just now that you were present. Clearly, he had not meant for you to hear.

“You?” Eleanor sneered. “A servant?”

The sympathy you felt a moment ago evaporated.

“It says any and all eligible maidens,” you reminded them. “That applies to me. And it is the king’s wishes. The king’s wishes are as good as orders, don’t you think?”

You kept your tone even and cool, fearful Frank might mistake your suggestion for impudence. But you knew better than to outright question him again.

“Father, you can’t -” Miranda began, but Frank held up a hand to stop her.

He smiled at you in such a sinister way it sent a chill down your spine.

“Certainly, Y/N, you may attend the ball,” he said.

You blinked, honestly shocked that you had persuaded him. He kept his hand in the air when his daughters tried to protest again.

“If you get your chores done,” he said.

You beamed. “Oh, I will!”

“And,” he said, making you hesitate. “If you can find something suitable to wear.”

“I will, sir,” you assured him. “Thank you so much!”

You hurried away to finish your chores for the day. Frank watched you go, a scowl forming across his lips.

“Father, you don’t really mean she can go to the ball, do you?” asked Eleanor.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Frank spat. “Of course she isn’t going.”

“Then why did you -”

“Don’t worry about her!” he cut across Miranda harshly. “Her attendance is conditional, and don’t forget, I set the conditions.”

He grinned to himself as his daughters exchanged worried looks.

Before you went to bed that night, you went to your mother’s old room. Frank had left it untouched since her death. Her wardrobe was large and varied, so you knew you would be able to find something in there to wear to the ball. You scanned through the gowns, trying to decide on a color. A soft pink caught your eye, so you reached for it. You pulled it free from the rack and held it up, examining for any flaws. Technically speaking, there were none. It was just out of date.

“So much for that idea,” you sighed.

You started to hang it up again, but stopped. You could sew. You altered dresses for your step sisters all the time. Surely you could make some adjustments to this gown and look good enough for the ball. You looked over it once more, noting to yourself all that you could reasonably do within the next 24 hours. You bit your lip. You would need more time than that.

The clock in the hall chimed. You would have to get up in a few hours to do your daily chores. A rash idea came to you - stay up through the night and fix the dress, do your chores quickly, and get a short nap before going to the ball. You could miss dinner if necessary. Through a yawn, you nodded.

Taking the dress to your room, you started in for the night.

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Gwilym awoke the morning of the ball feeling light and excited. He had interacted with a few people from the town before, but nothing to this degree. He wanted to truly get to know his people, and be a better leader to them. His father was right about things changing - Gwilym wanted to be more of a servant to his people than a sovereign.

He went down to breakfast, joining his father and his friends. The younger men were reading letters from home, while the king was signing some documents.

“Good morning,” Gwiylm greeted cheerfully as he took his seat.

The butler placed a plate in front of him while a footman loaded it with food.

“You’re awfully chipper,” the king said. “I hope that means you’re ready for your ball.”

“I am,” Gwilym assured him. “This is the most exciting birthday I’ve ever had.”

Suddenly, Rami choked on the bite of food he was eating. Gwilym reached over and clapped him on the back, while Rami cleared his throat and took a sip of tea. Through watery eyes, he offered an apologetic glance around the table.

“Good news from your wife?” Ben wondered. “Or is it…”

Rami shook his head. “No, it’s good. She...she’s still pregnant.”

“Alright!” Ben cried excitedly.

“That’s fantastic!” Gwilym agreed.

Both of them knew that Rami and his wife had been struggling to keep a pregnancy. It concerned them both so much, they had a doctor examine them for any problems. The queen required a small surgical procedure, after which there were supposed to be no problems. Rami even hesitated coming to Gwilym’s party in case they got bad news again, but his wife insisted he go. Now, he sniffled as he looked at the letter.

“She made it past three months,” he explained. “The doctor said that’s a sign the baby should make it.”

“That’s wonderful, Ram,” Ben said. “Really, being a dad is the best, you’re gonna love it!”

“I hope it’s a strapping young boy,” the king interjected. “Should remind your people that you’re a king now.”

Rami chuckled. “They can keep calling me Prince Rami, I don’t mind. And as for the baby...boy or girl, as long as they’re happy and healthy I couldn’t care less.”

Gwilym looked at the king, who seemed to be softening. Then the latter met his own son’s gaze.

“You see, Gwil?” the king asked. “The joys of marriage?”

“I do,” Gwilym replied. “But part of that joy is because Rami loves his wife so much.”

“You really aren’t going to let this love thing go, are you?” the king asked, defeated.

Gwilym shook his head. “Not a chance.” He looked at his friend. “Congratulations, Rami. That’s great news.”

“Thanks, Gwil,” he replied.

“Yes, all health and good fortune to your wife,” the king added.

“Thank you,” Rami answered.

They continued breakfast, and Ben told Rami all the great parts of fatherhood that he had to look forward to. And for the first time, Gwilym did feel a pang of jealousy at the happiness of his friends. He seemed resistant to his father, but all he wanted was a partner like Ben and Rami had found for themselves. He hoped beyond reason that whoever was meant for him would appear tonight. And then he could say to his father and everyone else - “At last, I’ve found her!”

***

By some miracle, you had finished your dress before breakfast. You stood up through a yawn and went to help Elsie get breakfast ready. You’d probably kick yourself later, but it was worth it. The dress was beautiful, and looked like the style you’d need for the ball.

A pleasant surprise came when Frank told you he and the girls would be going to town today to shop for new gowns for them to wear. You nodded, and assured him everything would be done by the time they returned. Once they were gone, Elsie came over to you.

“Y/N, my dear, go up to bed,” she said. “Robert and I can handle the chores.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, yawning again. “I can help, I really don’t mind.”

“We’re sure,” she said. “Go on and get some sleep. Tonight could be the most magical night of your life. Don’t spoil it by being tired.”

You agreed and shuffled back to the servant’s quarters. You crawled into your bed and shut your heavy eyelids, dreaming of the joys the ball would bring. You dreamt of music, dancing, your gown, and the face of Gwilym. Perhaps he would be there, and he could see you at your best.

Your eyes snapped open. Gwilym was having a ball according to his friends. There were people coming from all over. Could it be that he was the prince, and was inviting the townspeople to his birthday? How had you not put it together before? Gwilym was the prince!

Your heart sank. If that was the case, you had to give up any hope of him. A prince could not be with a servant. Even if by birth you were a gentleman’s daughter, you no longer held that place. Frank had robbed you of it. Gwilym was out of your reach.

You fell asleep despite your heart breaking at the thought of not being enough. You were just too tired. You slept just a couple hours before Elsie came to wake you. You would need some time to appear fresh when Frank got home.

The girls demanded your help in getting ready, and you obliged. They ordered you around to pick up their sashes and necklaces and ear bobs and petticoats - just to find the perfect look for the evening. You even helped them put on some rouge and style their hair. They looked beautiful. But, you knew what they were like on the inside. You wondered if Gwilym would have the chance to meet them. And if he did, would he see their true nature?

The ball was set to begin at eight o’clock. Your step sisters were ready by seven, so they had time to have dinner before leaving. While they ate, you went up to get ready. Elsie helped you into your dress, but you did your own hair. You pinned it back, away from your face, the way your mother always liked it. You admired yourself in the mirror a moment. A jolt of nerves went through you. You still didn’t look like your step sisters. How would you compare to all the other fine ladies you were sure were attending tonight?

You shook your head. You couldn’t think about that. You couldn’t think about Gwilym. You were just going to go and have a good time. Take a well-earned break. And if you met someone there, then very well, but if not, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be too disappointed.

***

Gwilym stood still while his valet finished with his clothes. There was still about an hour before the ball would start, and he would be meeting all the noble women his father invited. And yet, your face swam into view in his mind. He had barely stopped thinking about you since seeing you that day at the cemetery, and then again at the tavern. He still felt flush each time he recalled you wishing him good luck. Well, he certainly needed it tonight. Especially if you turned up.

***

At half past seven, the carriage was pulled to the front to take you all to the palace. You came down and couldn’t help but smile. Frank looked you over and scowled.

“What is this?” he demanded.

You faltered, coming to a stop about a yard away from him. Something in his face frightened you.

“It was my mother’s,” you said, turning to show him. “I’ve updated it to match the current style, but -”

“Stop!” he cut across you. “There are very few things that are left of your mother’s, and you chose to take one - without permission - and ruin it?!”

“I haven’t ruined it, I just -”

“You stupid, selfish girl!” he shouted, crossing the front hall in just three strides. He was so close to your face, you had to take a step back. “You really think I’d let you go to the ball now? When you have defaced the property of my dearly departed wife?!”

“I didn’t know -”

“Silence!” he snapped. “I will not allow you to defend this behavior. Take off the gown at once.”

You stepped back again, but he followed.

“I don’t have anything else,” you said meekly.

He snarled, reached out his hand, and grabbed a handful of the bodice, right at the chest. He yanked down hard, pulling you so much that you stumbled. You heard a long riiiiip as the dress came apart at the seams. The front was completely torn away, revealing your corset underneath. You gasped and moved to cover yourself, but his next move came for your sleeve. He jerked it away from your arm and tossed it to the floor, along with the piece from the bodice. He repeated with the other sleeve. He took the sash next and wrenched it away.

You felt hot tears of humiliation and shame run down your cheeks. You kept your arms in front of you and sank to the floor.

“Stop it,” you croaked out. “Please.”

He raised his hand and you shrunk away, fearing he might truly strike you.

“Father,” Miranda said. “We’re going to be late.”

Frank slowly lowered his hand to his side. He glowered at you.

“Clean up this mess,” he ordered. “And never again presume to have a claim on things that belonged to my wife.”

Your lips trembled as he swept away. The girls followed him out. You kept your eyes fixed on the floor questioning what had just happened to you. It didn’t seem real. But the pieces of the dress sat on the floor just feet away from you, clear as crystal. When you heard the door close, you buried your face in your hands and let out a sob.

***

Gwilym waited to be announced. The king went first, followed by Rami, since he was king of the neighboring country. Ben was announced next, since he was a visitor and prince. And then Gwilym. As he stepped out into the ballroom, he scanned the crowd, hoping to spot you. All he saw so far was glittering jewels and satin gowns. He sighed before making his way forward to begin introductions.

He had asked Ben and Rami to be on the lookout for you as well. When the first half hour was over, he took a break and went to his friends.

“Any sign of her?” he asked.

Rami shook his head. “I haven’t seen her.”

“Me neither,” Ben said. “Sorry, mate.”

Gwilym sighed. “She must not be coming.”

“There’s still some carriages outside,” Ben said encouragingly. “She could be on any one of them.”

“Yeah, don’t give up just yet,” Rami said. “You’ve got all night.”

Gwilym nodded. He knew he mustn’t be over anxious, but couldn’t help feeling sore. Where were you? What could have kept you from this?

***

You escaped the house and fled to the garden. That was where your mother always took you for comfort. Your father loved to garden, and you always remembered him in this place. In truth, it was a place that was cherished by both your parents, and you needed to feel close to them now. You flopped down onto one of the benches and cried some more.

“It’s no use,” you sobbed. “God, it’s hopeless.”

You brought your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them. Your tears splashed into the fabric of your ruined dress.

“Now, my dear,” said a soft voice to your left.

You whipped your head up and faced the source. There in the garden stood a plump woman in a white cloak. Her silver hair hung around her face in delicate curls. She had a metallic glow around her as well that drew you in. In her right hand, she held a staff with a sapphire the size of a fist at the top.

Fear and amazement kept you frozen where you sat. She didn’t appear to be a threat, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t. And yet, you felt like you knew her somehow.

“Wh-who are you?” you wondered. “How did you get in here?”

“With magic, my dear,” she said, beaming. “As for my identity - I’m your fairy godmother.”

“My…” your brow furrowed. “My what?”

“Your fairy godmother,” she repeated kindly. “And I understand you are in desperate need of some help.”

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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IM SCREAMING, CAN WE PLS GET A LIL SNIPPET OF BREAK MY BONES PT 2 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺

hehe if you want to, but just know i will be waiting so excitedly for the posting day, i ADORE the series you’ve created 🥺🥺🥺🥺

ehehe thank you so much!!! <33333 my plan is to get it out either extremely late tomorrow night, or sometime on tuesday. but i’m really really reaaally trying for tomorrow.

YES U CAN since it’s gonna be published so soon anyway <33 the snippet is just over 700 words.

The first day goes fine, for the most part. It’s a Friday, and you’re cranky from waking up so early, Dabi refusing to sympathize with you, because it’s your own fault, brat. You only have one class on Friday, early in the afternoon, and you practically demand a nap the moment you arrive home.

It’ll fuck up your sleep schedule, Dabi tries to reason with you, tries to keep his tone stern.

But you look so exhausted, eyelids drooping a little as you sway on your feet, brattiness fading into gentleness, voice tender and quiet as you plead with him.

“Please, Dabi?” you slur your words a little, looking at him with glazed eyes and a soft pout. “Jus for a lil? M’so tired,”

He shouldn’t. Tomura wouldn’t. But…

But he supposes you didn’t get much sleep last night, if the dark purple blotches that mar your neck and collarbone are any indicator to go off of, knows you were up early this morning to see Tomura off, and that anxiety kept you from falling back asleep after he had left, despite Dabi’s slender fingers combing through your hair—something that normally calms you almost instantaneously, he’s come to learn.

“Please?” you whimper, gazing up at him and blinking twice, slowly.

God, how does Tomura resist you when you’re like this? How does he not give in, not give you any and everything you ask for the moment you ask for it?

“Fine,” he says weakly, looking away from your stare with a huff, disgusted in his own pathetic resolve. “Only for an hour, though,”

“An hour and a half,”

“Forty-five minutes, if you keep pushing, brat,” he warns and you squeak in response, nodding quickly.

Dabi seems to be more at ease as he collapses heavily on the couch, just a tad more relaxed than he normally is in the penthouse, and you wonder if it’s because Tomura won’t come barreling through the door at any given moment, but decide it best not to ask; the last thing you want to do is ruin this rare mood.

Instead, you take advantage of it.

He expects you to go curl up in Tomura’s stupidly massive bed, expects that you’ll be a brat anyway and purposefully not set your alarm, expects that he’ll have to quite literally drag you out from under the fluffy comforter in an hour, when your nap is over.

He does not expect you to curl up next to him, shuffling around on the couch until you’ve got your head in his lap, turning a little to look up at him.

“Is it okay if I nap here? With you?”

And it’s the way you ask—in a soft, tiny voice, looking up at him sleepily, eyes almost glittering in the late afternoon sun—that has him suffocating on his words, coughing a little and clearing his throat as he steels his expression.

At this point, he’s stopped trying to trick himself into believing that he’d ever actually be able to deny you, too.

“When has it not been, dumbass?” he tries to keep his voice strong and steady, attempts to keep it ridden with annoyance and irritation, which he fails miserably at, the insult escaping his lips almost endearingly.

Humming a little in agreement, you smirk up at him before turning on your side again, cuddled up to his thigh.

“Wake me in an hour, yeah?”

“You know I will,”

He’s become much more comfortable with casual skinship since he’s been forced to spend what feels like every waking moment with you—no longer flinches when you flop your head in his lap, getting comfy as you nuzzle your cheek into his thigh, tiny hand resting just above his knee; no longer goes rigid when you snuggle into his side, burrowing your way into a comfy position, pressed flush against him; no longer freezes up when you collapse on the other end of the couch, slouching down across it and throwing your legs haphazardly over his as you idly scroll through your phone.

Desperately, he tries not to think about that small string of drool dribbling steadily from the corner of your mouth, sticky and hot on his thigh as it pools, soaking through his jeans. He tries not to think about just how much you’re drooling, if you’d drool like that when you’re awake, too, while he fucks your throat raw.

#this is entirely unedited #so #AAAAAAH BREAK MY BONES PT 2 SOOOO SOON #i'm SO excited for u guys to read it omg omg #it was rly hard to find a bit that WASNT a spoiler #TELL ME WHAT U THINKKK #sweet anon 🥺#clari gets mail

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unlikelyempathpruneauthor · 4 years

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Domestic fluff w spencer (waking up, kisses, etc etc)

A/N: not sure if this is what you wanted, still domestic fluff tho...hopefully. 😂 hope you enjoy this one! I kinda liked it writing this one.

Beautiful moments

Yours and Spencer's days off were rare, but when they came along you both took advantage of them, meaning being with one another and such. And with you being 5 months pregnant you two needed your days. Spencer woke up and was met with your beautiful sleepy face. He loved the way you put your hand on your bump protecting your child the only other way you could. He shifted himself as he got your hair out of your face. He also likes feeling your soft skin on his hand, making him shiver. As you woke up you were met with the beautiful brown eyes. “It's not nice to stare.” you said as he chuckled. “It is if it's my fiance sleeping who also happens to be pregnant with my child.” he said as you laughed. “If you put it that way. Then come here.” you said as you pulled him near your face and planted a kiss on his lips. “Oh yeah maybe you are right.” you said as he kissed you some more planting kisses all over your face. You then got up to have a nice breakfast. You loved watching him cook. And he loved watching you eat his food to keep your child healthy and strong. You didn't like it when he watched you, but it was sweet when he fed you with his delicious food. After eating you placed your dishes in the sink hoping Spencer wasnt nearby. It's been awhile since you washed dishes. Spencer doesn't let you because he wants you to relax and sit down since it was your day off too. You turned on the sink and started to wash dishes. It felt nice to do normal things again. Spencer then quickly hurried over to you to stop you. “Hey, hey, hey, you know that's my job, you're supposed to sit down and get ready to watch the doctor who reruns.” he said with a pout as you chuckled. “I know as much as I love those reruns. I love washing dishes. I haven't been able to in awhile.” you whined as he stood there adoring your whine. “Fine, but just this once. I'm gonna go do our laundry, but after dishes you sit down alright?” he said as you nodded getting a kiss from him and another for the baby. You adored the way your fiance wanted to do all your duties. Made you feel like he was definitely ready to be a father. As promised you sat down after washing the dishes. You waitting for spencer to be done with the laundry by watching reruns. You then heard his fast feet coming to you in the living room. “Im back, sorry I took forever, we have lots of clothes.” he said as you purse your lips playfully. “No you have lots of clothes.” you said with a chuckle as a line formed in between his eyebrows. “Wait really? I thought girls had lots of clothes because statistically girls shop more than guys.” he said as you patted a spot next to you for him to sit. “Well then dr. spencer reid, you are a girl.” you said as he chuckled. “Then youre a guy, which is weirdly weird now that I say that out loud because you're pregnant and im not.” he said as you laughed and kissed him adoring his smart remarks. As you two watched reruns you took a nap and Spencer was loving and understanding. Your face scrunched up as you felt something in your stomach it was like a light zapping. You woke up quickly and started to feel around your stomach wondering where it was from. Spencer got worried since you weren't talking. “What's wrong? Is everything okay. Is he okay?” he asked wondering if his son was alright. “Yes he's fine, i just felt him kick is all.” you said as his eyes were sparkling at the fact that their son was making his first movements. “Should i get the camera? Where is it.” he said as he shuffled through the house trying to find it. “I found it!” he said as he came over to you and started to record. “Oh my god! He did it again!” you said as you two laughed being happy he was kicking. You two were worried because when you reached five months you didn't feel anything and the doctor told you he would kick on his own time. You two were just relieved when he kicked. “Give me your hand.” you said as he placed it down catching this moment of his son's movement. You grabbed his hand placing it where your son was kicking. You two waited a couple minutes and felt his kick twice.

To you there was no pain, you were happy of the pain. “That's our son! Oh he is very strong for a fetus.” he said as you laughed. “Well he's a reid, and reids are strong after all.” you said as he blushed. You two had a beautiful moment as a family. You were happy with your day off. It was the perfect way to end your day off.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds

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itsgryffindor-fanfics · 4 years

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Being taken Care Of (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warnings: um fluff this is pre- COVID

I woke up feeling dizzy and a little queasy. I crawled out of bed and got dressed before slowly walking myself to the kitchen trying to keep my world from spying.

“Y/N you okay?” Sam asked once I made it to the kitchen doorway

Bucky Steve and Tony were gone on a mission and wouldn’t be back til later in the day.

“Yeah Sam jus a little dizzy is all.” I told him stumbling to a chair

“I’ll make you some toast and a glass of water. Then I’m taking you to medbay.” Sam decided

“No! I’m fine just a little vertigo.” I said coughing when I smelled his eggs

“Just a little vertigo? Not sick to your stomach?” He questioned “Robocop’ll have my ass if your sick and I knew about and didn’t do anything about.”

“Okay fine!” I sighed and laid my head on the cool table

I closed my eyes for a second and heard the sink turn on

“Hey Sam Y/N” Natatsha’s voice made me open my eyes and slowly sit up

“Morning.” I mumbled

“Woah no.” Nat narrowed her eyes at me as the water in the sink shut off

“Water for the lady.” Sam sat a glass in front of me.

Nat stepped forward and felt my forward. “Someone’s got a fever.”

“No.” I groaned

“Yes.” Nat nodded

“Great Nat Take her on down to the medbay to see Banner would ya?” Sam asked

“Sure. Come on you.” Nat helped me up

“But I don’t wanna move.” I whined

“I know. I know.” Nat said

I pouted and shuffled my feet all the way to the elevator.

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.

“Closing you eyes will make you dizzy.” Nat said

“I’m already dizzy Nat.”

Once we got to the medbay I sat down on a bed and Nat went to find Bruce. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Bucky: morning doll on our way home see you in about an hour.

I quickly typed out I miss you and hit send and laid my phone down.

Bruce and Nat came into the room.

“Okay Y/N Natatsha says you have a fever and you’re dizzy.”

“And I feel like I’m going to puke.” I added

“Have you had the flu shot this year?” He asked

“No”

“Im gonna run the test to see if you’ve got the flu.” Bruce sighed

“If you have to.” I bit back a whine

“I’m sorry.” Bruce smiled sympatheticly

Bruce disappeared from the room

“Did you tell Barnes you’re sick?” Nat asked

“Not yet. I’m waiting to see what it is. He’ll ask.” I sighed

Nat nodded as Bruce came back with the test kit.

“You know how this goes don’t you?” He sighed

“Yeah.”

Bruce stuck the q-tip thing up my nose and put in the a baggie before.

“We’ll know In just a few minutes. I’ll be back.” He said

He disappeared again

My phone buzzed Bucky was calling. Great

I answered knowing if I didn’t Steve would call Sam.

“Hey Doll.” His voice tired

“Hey Buck.” I let myself smile

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked

I must really be sick “I’m kinda sick.” I sighed not wanting to tell him until he was home dating the worlds most protective man was great until he was on a mission.

“How sick? Like your hurts? You’re gonna throw up? Like what kind of sick?” He demanded

“I’m dizzy I have a fever and feel like I’m gonna puke.” I told him

“Have you seen Banner about this yet?” He asked

“I’m in the middle of doing just that. He’s checking me for the flu.” I said

“Aw baby.” Bucky’s voice went soft “shut the hell up stark she’s sick! Sorry ‘bout that doll Tony’s just being himself.”

“How far away are you?” I asked

“About half an hour give or take. But listen I want you to go on back to bed. Rest. I’ll bring you something to try to eat when I come in.” Bucky told me

“Okay Buck. Let me get off the phone and find out if I have the flu.”

“Okay. See ya soon”

“Okay.” I hung up and sat my phone down

Bruce came back “you’re negative for the flu Y/N It must just be a stomach bug. You need to rest. And hydrate.”

“Nat can you help me back to my room?” I asked

“Sure.” Nat smiled

Once we made it to my room and thanked Nat and went to changed back into my pjs. I crawled back into bed after set my phone on the nightstand. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

I woke up to the sound of the door closing and the smell of food which made me cough.

“Hey you.” Bucky chuckled as I felt the bed dip under his weight. He was still in his Tatical gear from the mission.

I rolled over to face him. The smell of the food and the vertigo be dammed I missed my Bucky.

His baby blues were full of worry.

“Hey Bucky” I tried to smile

“Have you eaten?” He asked

“No.” I sighed “just the smell of food makes me sick.”

“Hm. How about you try to hold down some toast? If you can’t then I’ll have Steve run and get some of the popsicles you like so much.” Bucky offered.

“I’ll try.” I shrugged and sat up

“Here.” Bucky handed me a plate with two slices of toast “Eat as much as you can.”

I nodded and took a bite. I ate about half a piece of toast before I couldn’t eat anymore.

I gave Bucky the plate and he sat it on the nightstand.

I leaned on Bucky’s arm. “How was the mission?”

“It went well. I’m just happy to be home.” He told me wrapping his arm around me.

“Bucky, My tummy don’t feel good.” I whined

“I know Baby.” He rubbed my back “Do you wanna try taking a bath?”

“Nuh uh. Don’t wanna move.” I told him.

“Okay Doll. You don’t have to move.” Bucky kissed my forehead “still got a fever.”

“Can I take a nap?” I whispered

“After you drink some water for me.” He smiled and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand

“Fine.” I poured and took the glass. I took a drink and gave it back.

“That’s okay for now. You can lay down my sweet girl.” Bucky told me I curled up under the covers

Bucky stood up “I’m gonna go change I’ll be right back.”

“Mkay.” I closed my eyes and waited on Bucky.

Bucky moved around the room. I heard the dresser drawer open and close. I heard Bucky tatical suit hit the floor with a soft thud a couple minutes before the bed dipped under his wieght again.

His arms slipped around my waist again his bare chest warm against my back. “I’m here now my doll.”

“Yay” I smiled weakly

“Sleep. Then we’ll see how you feel.” He said simply

I sighed contently against my pillow and drifted off.

I woke up with a start and my stomach lurked

“Baby?” Bucky’s sleepy voice came from my left

“Gonna puke” I coughed and got up ran to the bathroom.

“Uh oh.” Bucky said

I hit my knees infront of the toilet and emptied my stomachs contents into it.

Bucky kneeled next to me holding my hair back. I sat up slowly.

“Feeling better?” Bucky asked

”Definitely” I nodded.

Bucky made me lean on him and he rubbed my back.

“I think it’s bath time.” Bucky said to me “but first let me check your fever.”

Bucky kissed my forehead. “Fever gone.”

“Yay.” I smiled

“I’m gonna go grab you one of my t shirts and your underwear.” Bucky started to stand up

“Mkay Stand up” i sighed

Bucky went to the room.

I got up and turned on the water in the bathtub.

Bucky came back in the door way with a red T-shirt and a pair of my white panties. “I’ll wait out here for you.”

“Okay.” I took the clothes and Bucky closed the door.

I put the clothes on edge of the sink and striped . I got in the tub and shut the water off. I washed my hair and body got out.

I dryed off and got dressed and opened the door.

Bucky was laying on the bed on his side reading a book. He looked up at me and smiled. “Bedtime?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and walked towards the bed and crawled into the bed.

Bucky sat the book back on his nightstand and laid on his back. “C’mere.”

He pulled me onto his chest and pulled the blankets up.

“Thank you Buckabear.”

“For what?” He asked tightening his arm around my waist

“Making sure I’m always taken care of.” I smiled Putting my cheek against his chest.

“You’re welcome my love.” He chuckled

Bucky’s metal hand griped my hip softly comforting me.

I closed my eyes letting my hand rest on his hip.

“Night night Buck.”

“G’night Y/N I love you.”

“I Love you too.”

#bucky barnes fluff #fluffy bucky #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n

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derireo · 4 years

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Bro what if,,, winter troupe cuddling/napping together headcanons😳??????

bro ,,, ur absolutely right . . . i'm getting Heated just thinkin bout it 😳 (accidentally let female reader insert slip in tasuku's,, i almost hc he fears women)

Winter Troupe Cuddle/Nap Headcanons:

Hisoka is already out like a light in either scenario, so there's not much to go on about. And He May Not Look Like It .... but he is big spoon. This ain't even a joke

How he cuddles depends on the environment. In bed, he's obviously going to cuddle from behind, arms curled tight around the waist with his chin either tucked atop the head or nose buried in the hair.

His legs go wild though, u never know what to expect. Either he wraps his legs around your hips like he's holding a large body pillow, or they're tangled with yours.

Napping on sofa? Flat out laid across the whole thing. He's dead to the world. He won't budge if you lay right on top of him, but an arm will definitely wrap around your shoulders to keep you there. The other members are pissed off tho.

They can sit on the floor.

Speaking of the floor, it's his favourite spot to lay down. He either curls up like a cat or lays in a position that looks like he's getting ready to be put in a casket. Either one is capable of startling the other members.

In his curled up position, he likes to hold hands. It doesn't have to be both, but he Has to Hold a Hand or a marshmallow bag – pls. It's not a comfortable position if you've ever laid down on the floor like that with no cushion, so the warmth of a hand is very comforting and will make him fall asleep like Babpy.

He doesn't talk much when cuddling or napping (duh, fucc . . .) but he does babble at times, depending on his dream.

He doesn't kiss either, but he is super affectionate anyways, if you consider him burying his face in your neck or hair counts. His hands don't wander though too! He is such a good kid!

Homare... Oh Homare...

He's a big spoon! But dis bitch don't even know what he doin!

Napping is like something that doesn't exist in his vocabulary so when he's suddenly asked if he could nap with you, at first he says No. Sorry,,, poems and all hahaha . . .

But he comes around not too long after. Writing poems is exhausting guys!!!

I think he likes cuddling face to face. It gives him inspiration cause he likes to stare at things that are pretty and breathtaking plus this position definitely gives his heart some ooey gooey goodness feelings.

Cuddling only happens in the bed. He doesn't understand how it works outside of it, Don't Push Him it's Improper...

His arms cradle you almost like a baby, with one arm wrapped around your back and the other supporting your neck, fingers gently brushing through the soft hair at the back of your head.

He lets you fall asleep first most of the time and uses part of his nap time to admire the features of your face, every so often brushing his fingers along the bridge of your nose or your brow bones. Words just pop in his head when he does this, and they're always used when describing you. They're included in his next poem.

Cuddling and napping has actually improved some of his writing to the point that even Tasuku is patient to listen sometimes.

Speaking of Tasuku; Talk about Big Big Beefy Spoon hahaha , .,, he is so handsome.... im whipped

He's one of those people that are like "women don't exist". I'm so close to calling him an incel, no experience with women whatsoever don't let the canon story tell u otherwise.

Surprisingly enough tho, he's awesome to cuddle with. Those big muscles he's always workin on can actually do something for once.

He doesn't nap a lot, only after an intense afternoon jog does he rest. But he needs to take a shower so that happens first.

So that means he smells good,, EXTREMELY good during cuddles... and his body is warm so it's even better.

He naps on his back, with his arms crossed underneath his head, ankles crossed over the other. It's such a relaxing position for him as it stretches the muscles in his arms and it releases the strain in his back.

You can easily swoop in and latch yourself onto his side. He won't do much to complain and will rather peek an eye open to see who it is. Once he knows it's you, an arm will escape from under his head and coil around your shoulders to pull you in much closer.

He gets flustered when you slip your hand under his shirt to rest on his abdomen, but he's so warm and ur widdle fingers are cold :(

He kisses the top of your head when you both wake up an hour or so later and affectionately rubs your squishy cheek with his thumb when you don't get up right away.

Cuddling outside of the bedroom is very limited, but when it happens,,, it is so intimate that it has even Sakyo eyeing you two,,, Pretty sure there were gagging noises at some point when you were casually sitting on his lap while eating lunch.

Tsumugi!!!!! Oh my Babey!!!!!

He is little spoon most of the time, but he Can and Will hold you when he is feeling confident about it.

He actually talks a lot while cuddling, mostly about his interests, his family, or childhood memories shared with Tasuku. But this is when he's big spoon.

He likes it face to face, but gets flustered easily so he prefers spooning most of the time. Whispering into your about something is always so fun because he can see your ears get red even though his are heating up too.

His arms are tight around your waist at first, but they eventually loosen as he gets sleepier and sleepier, until he falls asleep while talking about something his grandma taught him when he was younger.

When he's the small spoon though, he's knocked out like a light. He gets pretty tired considering he works late hours with tutoring and tending the flowers, so when he asks to be held, it's just so that he can get all the rest he needs to talk about his day with you the next morning.

Cuddling face to face is so embarrassing!!!! But he super duper likes it because he loves watching your eyelashes flutter or your smile get wider whenever he says something funny.

His fingers sometimes accidentally trail into questionable territory (like under ur shirt) because he's rubbing your back as you both talk and he flushes and apologises even if you don't notice.

He loves to give you back hugs outside of the bedroom, but doesn't let it escalate much!

Really, he is so soft. 100/10 would recommend.

And here comes: King of Cuddling. Azuma Yukishiro. He's the most versatile of the bunch, and almost always manages to make cuddling inappropriate with you because he loves how your body feels beneath his fingers.

He almost teases you the first time you ask to cuddle, but eventually says yes. But what's worse,,, he brings u to his room. . . so u don't know what's gonna happen

Again, he's versatile so he can be the big spoon, small spoon, or he can be big macho man and lay down with you like how Tasuku does.

His Job was Literally This so most of the time he waits for you to tell him about your day and nods along in interest and hums at the most appropriate times.

His eyes are very ... intense. They stare at you so sweetly that it leaves you speechless, and it causes Azuma to laugh.

"Such a cute bunny." He'd coo and brush some hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

His hands would be awfully touchy, trailing down your arm or waist while the other would be playing with your hair or caressing your face. And if he felt like if, he'd slip his hand underneath your shirt and scratch his nails along your back, or even teasingly dip his fingers into your shorts before pinching your waist.

If you're finished talking, he'll gently ask if you're ready to nap now and will cradle your head to his chest, lips kissing your crown as he held you with his fingers buried in your hair.

The occasional nights where he has a nightmare, he almost silently asks you if you could hold him, and nearly melts in your arms when you do.

He quietly laughs wetly against your skin when you copy the actions he does to you, soothingly dragging your palm against his arm while your lips are pressed to the top of his head. He thanks you, genuinely, and responds by kissing your throat.

And then you both fall asleep to the sound of your breaths going along in tandem.

Cuddling outside of the bedroom is also quite rare for him, but when's feeling playful he'll somehow trick or coax you into sitting on his lap

Or sometimes when you're working on a puzzle or colouring book together and sitting on the floor, he'll slowly make his way to your side, shuffling ever so close

Eventually you succumb to the warmth that's at your side and rest against him, and he'll smile secretly and comb his fingers through your hair.

#PHEW that was fun #sry it took so long lol #anon #a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#a3! imagines #a3! actor training game #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #tasuku takoto #tsumugi tsukioka #azuma yukishiro #bro i tried to make it a keep reading thing but it didnt happen tf #IM MAD

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hi-i-do-stuff · 4 years

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hrff..,, i also run a request blog and havent had any asks so im asking you...,, hope you dont mind! Can I get some uhh overworked Tyzias, Bronya, or Skylla (in their own fields of work respectfully) comfort x reader..,,,? this doesnt make much sense to me either so do with that what you will. thanks!

Ok first of all, I'm not very popular with fanfiction so far either and I wish you luck and you bet your butt I will be over on your profile asking and reading stuff because support is one of the best things you can give an author.

Second you just requested some of my absolute FAVORITE characters so ofc I'm gonna write this, even tho it seemed to take a decade I still have other things to write but as soon as I saw this I definitely wanted to write this request. So sorry for the wait and enjoy something I enjoyed making♡

Tyzias Entykk

Current time: 9:00PM

Current mood: Bored

Current place: her hive

The shuffling of papers were all you cared to hear in the moment of silence. You were laying down on your stomach in a small pile of pillows, as the one and only Tyzias was working away on something. All you knew is that it had been three days since she started, she hadn’t taken a break, and you were just bored out of you mind. You could take a nap but you just woke up from one. You sighed and made groaning noises trying to get her attention, after a few minutes of doing that she slowly looked to you “WWWWhat?” she asked harshly, which got you to shut up for once before you whined and looked up at her from your position. She knew what you wanted she just didn’t have time. “Not right nowwww.” she said turning back to her stuff.

You were having absolutely none of that.

She was obviously tired and needed a rest, so you got up and jumped over behind her and gave her a hug from behind, she jolted before going back to work as you rested your head on top of hers “ Zizi you need to rest, please just for a bit.” you whispered loud enough to hear. She paused and for another minute she just sat there before she put the stuff she had in her hands down, crossed her arms and sighed, leaning back “I guess if i wwwwanna be productive i should rest a bit.” you smiled and did a little ‘yay’ sound and let her go, walking beside her and helping her up from her chair, and guiding her to the pillow pile you made, to which she flopped down onto her face and screamed into the pillow for about 11 seconds. You sat next to her and gently patted her head “I know i know.” you said before she pushed herself up with her arms and moved to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, laying down as you pet her hair, in less then a minute she was out like a light and you kissed her forehead and curled up with her.

~Story End~

Bronya Ursama

Current time: 12:00PM

Current mood: Just a feeling of awkwardness

Current place: The Brooding Caverns

You weren’t paying attention to what Bronya was saying, although you usually loved to listen to what she had to say she was kind of going on and off topic, and she seemed stressed about something and you were kinda just looking at her face as the both of you were sitting on the ground with grubs in your laps, the one with Bronya jumped from her lap to yours earlier, now you have on in your lap, one on your head, and one in your hand. After another few minutes you snapped yourself out of your stare and put the grub in your hand down and took the other off your head and put them all together then back in one of those small Recuperacoon things lying around for the small grubs. Then you turned back to her and gently rested one of your hands on her shoulder and she immediately shut up and looked at you like ‘Did i do something wrong?’ which broke your heart as you gave her a concerned look back “Maybe you should take a break..?” you questioned quietly, she hesitated before nodding and getting up, helping you up as well “Yes maybe i do need a break.” She chuckled nervously before leading you to leave the main cave room place, you still didn’t know what to call it.

After you finally got to her surprisingly large hive you took the lead and dragged her off to her bedroom or Respiteblock if you can recall correctly and you plopped her down on the first confortable spot you could find and you flopped down onto her chest and cuddled up to her to which she laughed and wrapped her arms around your shoulders and gently played with her hair. This, this was perfect. You loved this.

((I might write the skylla × reader later but I really wanted to post this ahhhh- and I apologize if it's bad and that I took 2 months on it lol))

#tyzias entykk #tyzias x reader #hiveswap bronya #hiveswap x reader #hiveswap friendsim #hiveswap skylla #bronya x reader #skylla x reader #fanfic #x reader #late sorry #mother of fuck i loved writing this but it was a lil' difficult qwq

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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Daniel, Florence, and the girls on a cute family picnic!! That would be so cute!

Yesss cute family time I love it 🧡

The weekend before Lucy’s first birthday was great weather and it was really starting to feel like summer. With Clementine having just graduated from kindergarten and Penelope finished junior kindergarten, they had a bit of a reason to celebrate – not that they needed one. Daniel was also picking up at work, meaning paycheques were larger, savings were growing, and budgets were certainly helping get them out of that rough patch from the year before.

He came home from work on Friday night with his guitar case in one hand a large shopping bag in his other.

“What did you do?” Florence asked cautiously, following him into the kitchen with Lucy on her hip.

“Got a hefty paycheque. Decided to treat my ladies.” Daniel smiled, dumping out the shopping bag onto the kitchen table, five shoe boxes falling loudly onto the wood.

“Daniel.” Florence breathed, still hesitant that he didn’t run such a large purchase by her as she eyed the name brand logos on the boxes. “We have enough shoes. You, especially, have enough shoes.”

“Not like these.” Daniel grinned, reading one of the labels on the medium sized boxes and passed it to an eager Clementine who stood beside him and then handed the second one to Penelope on his other side. One of the larger boxes went to Florence and he sent her a small wink as she opened the top.

A pair of soft pink high-top Converse stared back at her.

“Pink shoes!” Clementine squealed, dumping them out of the box and flopped onto the ground to put them on.

Penelope copied her sister, the two little girls struggling to put them on without untying them first.

“First pair of laces.” Daniel smiled proudly, opening his own box to reveal the matching pink pair for himself. “We’re all gonna match when we go out tomorrow!”

“How much was all this?” Florence whispered as Lucy tried to reach for the shoes in the box.

“Don’t worry about it.” Daniel leaned in to kiss her. “I saved up a little. Gotta get some fresh kicks for my ladies.”

He grabbed the smallest box and opened it, taking out the teeniest pair of Converse and held one out to Lucy, “Even my littlest lady.”

Lucy squealed and reached for it with both hands, pulling the shoe against her chest with a wide grin.

So the next morning, Clementine and Penelope sat in the foyer as Daniel tied up their new sneakers, reciting a little song to help them learn and remember how to tie their own laces as he did so. Florence brought over the picnic basket, the diaper bag tucked over her shoulder and the baby on her hip and they all made their way down to the parking garage to head out for their picnic lunch.

The butterfly garden in the park on the west end of the city was in full blossom that time of year so they drove out there, parking in the lot and started to walk to their destination. Daniel had his guitar case in one hand and Lucy on his other arm with her arm around his shoulder, her tiny pink sneakers kicking in the warm spring air and her matching pacifier bumping contently against her nose. Clementine and Penelope powered ahead, their brand new clean running shoes standing out admits the green grass and they found a perfect spot for them to set up for lunch, dropping the blanket down. Florence helped them spread it out nicely and they all got settled for lunch.

Daniel had gotten up early to make sandwiches and he passed them out to each of his girls, labelled with a differentiating sticker for each one and apple juice juice-boxes were passed around as well.

“Since when do you make lunch?” Florence chuckled.

“Since always.” Daniel retorted, leaning in to kiss her as he passed her a sandwich.

Lucy was sitting right up next to him, watching his every move as he handed out lunches to her sisters. He finally pulled out a Tupperware container from the basket and clicked it open with one hand, pulling her pacifier from her mouth with his other.

“No!” Lucy whined, reaching for it with a pout but he met her halfway with a little bite of ham right into her mouth. She squinted up at him in the sun as she chewed softly.

“Much tastier, don’t you think?” Daniel said to her, holding out another bit of ham and she ate it right out of his fingers.

“I see a butterfly!” Clementine whispered loudly, throwing out her arm to get someone’s attention and nearly smacked Penelope in the face.

“Where?” Florence asked lightly, gently pushing her hand back down.

“Right there.” Clementine whispered, pointing to the sky as a small orange butterfly fluttered its way into their picnic. They all stayed quiet as it landed on the handle of the basket.

“It’s so pretty.” Penelope breathed.

“Isn’t it?” Florence smiled, inching away a little bit.

Daniel smiled at her as he fed the baby another bite of lunch, remembering Florence’s slight fear of butterflies. With the next gust of wind, the butterfly took off and Florence screamed and rushed to her feet to get out of the way of the small insect.

“Mommy!” Clementine laughed. “What are you doing?”

“Butterflies give me the heeby jeebies.” Florence mumbled, carefully sitting back down on the blanket.

“You’re scared?” Penelope frowned through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Mommy’s scared of a lot of things.” Daniel said, offering Lucy a sip of juice.

“Am not!” Florence gaped at him. Daniel only chuckled at her.

When lunch was over and Lucy was falling asleep in the middle of the blanket, Daniel had his guitar on his lap and was playing a few songs. Clementine demanded her song so ‘Clementine’ was played first. The breeze was lovely and warm and after a few songs, the older two girls got up to play in the grass nearby, Lucy napping on the blanket.

Florence shuffled up close to Daniel, resting her head on his shoulder as he played on, singing softly for just the two of them, watching their daughters play together in the park.

This turned out better in my head and I hate this ending so im sorry :(

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trickstercheebs · 4 years

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fuck we have to CHOOSe one? Uuuuh "✿: feeling so out of it, they need constant attention" AGP sick Gordon and the team? and/or "+: being led back to bed with patient whispers" but they dont have bodies yet, just worry

YOU GOT IT! here we go

He had walked back in and half the team knew something was wrong. He looked flushed as hell despite it being 70 degrees outside..Half the time they tried talking to him he had to be called to attention multiple times, clearly something was wrong.

“Gordon..? Gordon are you okay? What’s wrong you never act like this....hello?”

Tommy was the first to try and get Gordon to explain what was going on, he brushed them off weakly saying he just felt a little light headed...But the way he talked sounded like he barely heard Tommy talking.

Coomer tried next, knowing his usual greeting always got a response, his normal smile fell when Gordon didn’t fully respond for several minutes, even Bubby had finally dropped the snark in favor of seeing what the hell was going on with their Gordon.

“Hey, hey what the fuck is actually going on Gordon...You’ve never acted like this before, are you dying on us or something? You fucking better not or else I’m going to fucking come out there...okay? Just...just dont fucking die on us for real Gordon.”

Gordon by now had slumped back into his chair watching the AI’s frantically figure out what’s wrong, the strongest of them now cracking with worry when their usual antics and nonsense got....nothing back.

“Guys....guys I’m not gonna die okay..? I’m...just a lil sick is all, just a lil fever nothing to worry about. “

“Bullshit bro, that...that doesnt look like a normal fever...Gordon you need to get into bed. Shit’s not good to just stay in the chair for...”

Benry had finally shown his own worry after watching Gordon just....sit there unmoving and staring off into space for a half hour, it wasn’t fun to watch him do that knowing he’s delirious and shit.

“Ben...ry? Shit since when did you become a mother hen..? heheh..I must be out of it then if I have you freaking out at me..”

The others were trying to figure out what to do, how to get Gordon to get better or at least fucking sleep..The fact they lacked bodies made this all entirely and unnecessarily harder to do. Tommy and Coomer combed over wikipedia and any health web pages on how to best combat a cold. Bubby kept on trying to berate and convince Gordon to go to sleep and rest with little to no success.

Benry though was wanting to try some other methods. If Gordon was this fucking out of it...maybe he could try the only method he had available left.

Giving a quick word to the others on what the fuck was about to go down and getting the “Go ahead we have no fucking other ways.” he slipped into Gordons phone and tested the waters of Gordons mind.

Like Tommy and Coomer, Benry sometimes delved into the deep oceans of knowledge that Wikipedia offered, mostly on some stupid meme shit.. But as of late he had delved into the science of the mind and sleep. Mostly to figure out how he could slip into Gordons mind at night..and maybe how the whole subconscious worked.

He found nothing but stupid ass jargon but some of the things he learned were interesting...Like that at certain stages of delirium and sleep deprivation, the mind enters a sleep like state...or as close to it as possible.

Benry smiled to himself as he felt himself slide into Gordons mind with practiced ease. The others wouldn’t know what was going on on this side of things...But if it worked like he hoped Gordon would be fine and in bed soon.

“Gordon...hey dumbass look at me for a second.. C’mon sleepy head, lil baby needs to be put down for a nap.”

“B....Benry? Issat you?”

“Yeah? C’mon I need you to get up, take the headphones off bro.”

Gordon blinked owlishly up at the guard now standing above him smiling softly...When did he get here? Was he always here...?

“When’d you get out here dude? ...what the shit’s going on?”

“Don’t worry about it bro, c’mon get up outta the chair, bed’s alot better for baby time naps. I’ll join you even if you want Gordon....”

“...that sounds....actually kinda nice..? alright.”

Benry sighed softly in relief as Gordon pushed himself out of the chair at last, hearing the muted cheers from the rest of the science team as he stumbled towards the bed nearby.

Gordon all but collapsed onto the edge of said bed, and with some more prompting by Benry shuffled under the covers to sleep like a decent human being. Benry himself couldnt do much aside from mime sitting on the edge of the bed and talk to him until sleep finally claimed Gordon at long last a hour later.

The rest of the science team went about their day, checking up on Gordon via phone to see if he was still asleep or feeling at all better.. They didn’t entirely understand where Benry went, Coomer had one idea but that was something to discuss in private with Benry himself.

As for Benry, he stayed hidden in Gordon’s hazy fever dreams to keep him company. With the fever affecting him it made things ten times stranger....Not that he minded, he could gently shift things away from nightmarish topics and have a bit of fun with Gordon, who did not seem to know or mind whatever the hell was going on.

Of course he also indulged in some nonsense of his own at Gordon’s expense, he accompanied him on his feverish adventures and played along with whatever logic Gordon’s brain supplied... and of course using the cover of dreams to kiss and cuddle whenever possible with the poor man.

Several hours later, Benry slipped back into the computer to say Gordon had gone into a dreamless deeper sleep..But now all they had to do was wait and hope in the morning things would be better.

Morning came and went, and later into the afternoon Gordon finally managed to pull himself from sleeps loving embrace with a coughing yawn.

“Gordon?? Gordon you’re alive! Good morning!”

“Hello...Tommy? Tommy what time is it...? Where’s my phone at...”

Fumbling about with a slow groan he dug his phone out of the blanket nest he made in his sleep...When the hell did he get here? Christ he barely remembered yesterday even...it was four in the afternoon...Wow he was out cold for almost a full day.

“Holy fuck I must of been deadass...Sorry guys, I felt like utter shit yesterday, didn’t mean to scare you all if I did, I barely remember being conscious at all.”

“That’s all well and fine Gordon, but you must learn to take better care of yourself! You had us worried it was something much more dire.”

“Sorry Dr. Coomer...and you’re right I should take better care of myself from now on..I had some fucking weird dreams though..”

“Like what Gordon?”

“Well....”

He shifted in bed to get more comfortable, he still felt bad but...least he could talk to the others semi normally now. The dreams he had were strange as hell come to think of it, most of them he couldnt remember for shit aside from a handful.

“I could of sworn at some point Benry was yelling at me to get into bed and stop doing stupid shit...”

“Bro that wasn’t a dream I was yelling at you to take a lil baby nap for like...two hours. You’re a stubborn lil man.”

“No I mean...I mean like actually yelling at me, like face to face physically..”

“Wow bro, you dreamin me up out there with you? Shit sounds gay, if I was really there I’d just throw you into bed instead of just yelling.”

“Dude shut up..I guess I was probably hallucinating while you were all telling me to sleep..”

“That sounds about right, you were very very delirious all day Gordon. I’m glad to see you’re doing a bit better now.”

“Me too Dr. Coomer..I guess I should get some cold medicine now huh?”

“If you fucking dont im blowing your entire savings right here and now.”

“Alright alright jesus Bubby...I’m glad I have all of you to worry over me hahah”

Gordon laughed softly as he finally got out of bed to find his cold meds and get started on getting rid of this cold.

#cheebs writes #hlvrai #hlvrai gordon freeman #kibbits

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