#posting this a little late but i hope it makes you smile 🥰
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Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i
✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.
pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader
genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love
word count: 3,328
Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content
sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events
playing: Unkiss Me
a/n: uh…this one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! 🥰
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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.
He doesn't blame you for it though–you're his ex-wife.
Recent ex-wife that is.
For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.
That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detail–you're the only one that fell in love.
Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.
But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.
Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.
After all, you deserve it; you both do.
Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.
"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.
"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.
He doesn't blame you for that either.
As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of all—a cheater.
Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)
"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.
"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."
"He misses you."
"I'm sorry?"
"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."
Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.
Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.
"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."
"Of cour—shit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.
"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.
Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"
You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it ba—"
"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"
"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.
Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plague—they always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.
"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.
"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."
"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."
You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.
The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.
"Mrs. Jeon—shit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.
"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."
"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.
"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.
"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."
The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.
"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"
"Jungkook..."
"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.
"Wait!"
Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.
"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.
Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.
It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.
With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.
You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.
"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."
"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.
"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.
"Did you—"
"No, they weren't for you."
A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.
Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.
"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.
You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.
"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."
"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.
"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."
"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."
"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"
You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."
"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.
"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.
You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a new—another lie you tell yourself.
"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.
"Hm?"
"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.
"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myself—oh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.
You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.
"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."
"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.
"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.
Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."
Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.
Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.
"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.
"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."
You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.
Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.
You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.
Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.
a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love 😔 okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! 😘
Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!
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Hiiii, I saw your post that you reopen your request. Can I please request Aaron Hotchner x reader where he found out that your seeing a guy in another department after he rejected you. It depends on you if you want a happy ending or not. Thank you so much, I hope you'll see this.
Ty for the request🥰! I changed it up a little to a accidental rejection🤭hope that's okay. Warnings: use of y/n, accidental rejection, swear words, jealous Aaron, happy ending(1.2k)
Aaron just randomly passes your office and notices you're not alone. There's a man leaning over your table, blatantly flirting with you, it's so obvious, that Aaron doesn't even need to hear it to know it's flirting. And seeing your shy smile at that makes it even worse.
He overhears a word 'date' and Aaron's face goes white. Some weird feeling raises in his chest, one, that he hasn't felt in a long, long time.
He can't look at it any longer, so he spins around on his heels and storms into his office. His usual frown deepened like 10 times.
Aaron is aggressively writing reports, slapping papers down onto the table and swearing at the 'stupid pens', that keep spilling under the pressure of his intense writing, the whole afternoon.
The team, of course, notices his sour mood, but they choose to simply let Aaron cool down, not wanting to be the ones under his deadly gaze.
It's almost evening, most of the people already left home, that somebody comes to check up on him. It's Penelope.
She nervously knocks on his door, " you can come in, Garcia." Aaron murmurs, not even looking up, from his paperwork.
"Thank you, sir," she steps awkwardly inside and stays quiet, trying to come up with the right words.
Aaron sighs and looks up at her, when he realises, she won't say anything if he doesn't encourage her, "what do you need, Penelope?"
She smiles at him sheepishly," sir, I just wanted to ask if-if you're okay?"
Aaron should have known, that that's why she's there.
But to answer her question? No, he doesn't really feel okay. There's jealousy boiling in his chest. He likes you, like a lot and-and he'd thought, that the feelings were mutual. That you liked him too and if he'd asked you on a date, you'd say yes.
Aaron's been trying to gather the courage to ask you out for weeks now. And seeing you with another guy just makes him wanna either punch something or dissappear somewhere for a long, long time.
Maybe he should have seen it coming, you've avoided him this whole week and Aaron didn't want to press you for an answer why. So maybe the guy is the why.
Aaron sighs for a second time and mutters," I'm fine."
Penelope raises her eyebrows, she obviously doesn't believe him," are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. You should head home, it's late," Aaron says and dives back into the paperwork, even if his mind is still on you. It has been the whole day.
"I will, sir, but you should go home soon, too," then she adds softly," and even if you are really fine....-I just want you to know, I'm here, always."
Aaron doesn't say anything in response, so Penelope wishes him a goodnight and turns to leave.
Something suddenly comes over Aaron and he stops Penelope as she nears the doorway," Penelope?"
"Yes, sir?"
Aaron hesitates, overthinking it," you're friends with y/n, right?"
Penelope's smile grows into a cheeky one, "best of friends, she's the best. I love her, why do you ask?"
Aaron runs his hand across his face," I just happened to pass by her office earlier and saw a guy there," Aaron hopes he won't regret asking her this in the future, " is-is she seeing him?"
Penelope, weirdly, glares at him, " and what if she is? Why do you care? You rejected her, sir, she's free to date anyone she wants to."
Aaron frowns so hard from the confusion, that his face might permanently get stuck that way from now on. What the hell is Penelope talking about? When did he reject you? Why would he even do that? That's impossible. He rakes his mind for an answer.
"What? Penelope, I didn't-" Aaron suddenly stops himself, remembering what she's talking about. He did it.
He did reject you. He's such a fucking idiot, he can't believe it. Last week, you and Aaron were just talking in the Bau's cafeteria. And out of nowhere, you asked him, all shy and nervous, if he wanted to grab lunch together. To Aaron's horror, he replied 'I don't have lunches, I don't have time for them' and he can remember your little, sad 'okay', and how you just quickly excused yourself and left.
He didn't fucking realise, you were asking him out. He was too distracted by your shy, pretty smile and also the current case they were working on, that he didn't catch on.
"Shit," Aaron curses, " I messed up, I gotta go." Aaron basically runs out of his office towards your, hoping you're still there. Penelope, on the other hand, stands there, smiling happily to herself.
To Aaron's luck, you are still there, packing your bag. Aaron knocks on your door to let you know he's there and let's himself in.
"Hi...-," you turn around with a smile, but it drops immediately after you see Aaron," Oh, h-hello, sir."
Aaron is a little hurt, that you are back to calling him 'sir' and not Aaron," hi, c-could we talk? Do you have a minute?"
You look uncertainly at him, but seeing him so desperate to talk, you nod a yes.
"Thank you," he says out of breath," first of all, I just want to say that I'm the biggest fucking idiot there is. I completely didn't realise that you were asking me out on a lunch, like a date. I was too distracted, but I'm not making excuses. I fucked up and I know that."
Aaron takes a big breath before he continues," I've been meaning to ask you out on a date myself for weeks now. And you did it before me and I completely missed it. I'm really sorry, y/n. I'm such an idiot. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself for it. Because I like you y/n, like a lot," Aaron confesses," but I know, I'm too late and that you're already seeing somebody else. I just....I just wanted you to know, how I feel."
You stand there with your eyes wide and your mouth a tiny bit open in shock. You thought, you were just imagining Aaron's feeling after he rejected you, but turns out you weren't. They are just as real as yours are.
You break a small smile," ask me."
Aaron looks baffled at you, "w-what?"
"You said, you've been meaning to ask me on a date. So....ask me."
"What? But what about the guy?"
"There's no guy, if you mean the guy from earlier, I rejected his invitation to a date. I'm not interested in him," the only guy you're interested in is Aaron," ask me?"
Aaron, finally, feels like he can breath normally after hearing your words and he even smiles at you, " y/n, would you like to go on a date with me? Only if you want to of course."
You bashfully look at him," I'd love to Aaron, but only if you make some time to have lunch with me."
Your cheeky smile is everything Aaron needs to know, that he's forgiven.
"I'll always make time for you, " Aaron reassures you, even if you both know that with the work he has, he can't promise that, but he does it anyway.
"Then it's settled," you smile at him happily and stand on your tiptoes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Call me later, yes?" and with that you're gone, before Aaron even has the time to recover from your soft lips on his cheek.
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heyy, it’s the anon that requested for wrio’s spicy massage. No worries at all, I have definitely spent a considerable amt of time thinking about caressing wrio’s thick, muscley, sinful *gets shot*
Needless to say your first write-up still scratched that itch 😳
p.s - looking forward to the new version hehe
lmao ily massage!anon🥹❤️i'm glad you still liked my previous version! i think i have too much of Wrio's cock-..Wrio on my mind. Wrio's on my head 24/7. i can't help it ;-; i hope you enjoy this version as well anon! i'll post it here just for you. i may have gone a little overboard..given the 2k word count. anyways, have a lovely day massage! anon🥰!
~warnings: massage that turns into sex, wrio pampering fem!reader, pussy eating, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of cum and squirting, and some fluff at the end, MDNI!
Word count: 2,247
Wriothesley noticed how stressed you've been lately due to work. The massive amounts of paperwork, the late nights and overtime to finish the work you haven't finish during your work time, having to deal with clients, coming home late and not even having the energy to eat the cold dinner he left for you or even changing out of your clothes into your pajamas. He understands what that is like and you helped him relieve his stress so he wants to do the same for you. When Friday came, you were finally able to catch up with work and leave on time to make it home for dinner with Wriothesley. You wanted to relax and celebrate with him by going out to the surface and having dinner at your guys' favorite restaurant. You couldn't help the excitment you felt when going down the long elevator ride to the Fortress.
Once off the elevator, you immediately head over to your boyfriend's office, wanting to surprise him. You open the door to his office and close it behind you. When you turn around, you notice rose petals all over the floor, leading to your shared bedroom door. You're surprised but curious so you follow the road of rose petals. You open the door to your shared bedroom and gasp when you see the room. The path of rose pedals led to your shared bed, where more pedals decorated the blanket. The room's light is off and is instead lit up by the lavender scented candles surrounding the room. As the smell hits your nose, you immediately feel relaxed. You wonder where your boyfriend is and call out his name. He appears from the other doorway in your room that leads to the bathroom. You notice all he's wearing is his boxers, making you blush, "Welcome home my love," he says as he walks towards you. Grabbing your hand, he kisses the back of it. "I see you were able to make it home on time today." It takes a few seconds for you to gain your train of thought back from admiring his body. Stumbling, you answer him, "Y-yeah. I finished all my work and wanted to come home and surprise you, but I see you already had a surprise for me."
"I know how stressed from work you've been lately and I wanted to help you relieve some of that stress." You blush and smile, touched by the gentle act of your boyfriend. He closes the door behind you and takes you by the hand, guiding you towards the bed. Letting go of your hand, he moves towards the top button of your blouse. He pauses and looks at you, searching for your consent to continue. You smile and nod your head, signaling yes. He smiles back and begins unbuttoning your blouse. It drops to the floor. He gently turns you around, your back facing him as he unclasps your bra, letting that fall to the floor as well. He has you turn back to face him. His hands move down to your skirt, unzipping the zipper on the side and letting it slip down your legs. He holds your hand to steady you as you step out of your skirt. Lastly, he slips his fingers inside the band of your panties, hooking them and slowly sliding them down your legs. Bending down to kneel at your feet, he lifts one left at a time, removing your underwear and tossing it in the pile of your clothes. As he stands up, he slowly glides his fingers, up your legs, your thighs and to your hips and waist, sending shivers down your spine. "Lay down on your stomach." You do as he says and lay on the bed, back facing him. He grabs something from the bedside table and kneels on the bed beside you. You're unable to see what he's doing as you hear a click from beside you and the sound of him rubbing something between his hands.
A few seconds later, his strong hands begin to rub against your back, massaging your tense muscles. You feel the warm slick on his hands from the massage oil. He starts from the middle of your back, slowly moving up towards your shoulders, then back down to your lower back. He gently adds pressure to get the knots out. You let out a moan, letting him know how good his massage feels. You move your head, face in the covers and arms to your sides, giving him better access to your neck and shoulders. He takes the signal and focuses on massaging there. He hears your moans muffled in the covers, making him laugh under his breath. "Does it feel that good?" You lift your head, making it easier for you to talk clearly. "Yes, it feels great Wrio. You're really helping the stress leave my body." He smiles at your praise. His hands massage down towards your hips, to the back of your legs, giving them attention as well. Fingers pushing on the right areas to relieve the tension and built up stress. Once he's done with your legs, he slowly moves back up your thighs, making sure to cup your ass and massage it a bit, then back up to your back. You sort of wished he would go back down to your ass and give it more attention, but then he tells you to flip over. You listen to him and flip over onto your back.
He adds more oil to his hands, mixing it between his hands and goes on to massage your arms. You watch and notice how focused he looks on getting all the knots out of your hands. You smile, knowing how sweet of a boyfriend you have. While lost in your thoughts, your eyes begin to admire other features of your sexy boyfriend. Such as his nice, buff biceps, and his strong, back full of muscles. You think about how nice his chest looks and his chiseled abs. How good his thick thighs look and how delicious his co-
You're broken out of your thoughts by your boyfriend calling your name. "Hm? What?"
"I asked you if you were okay. You looked lost in thought." He asks. "Oh! I'm ok. Just..thinking about how nice the massage feels is all." He only hums in reply, but he noticed how your eyes were scanning his body and how your thighs tighten together. He smirks to himself. He finishes massaging your arms and moves down to your legs, starting from your feet first and slowly moving up. When he finally gets to your thighs, he massages and teases you by rubbing the inside of your thighs, getting close to your core, but never directly touching it. You quietly whimper. His hands glide up your hips, to your stomach, and to your waist. You can tell he's teasing you by missing the areas you want him to touch the most.
Once he's done with teasing you, his hands go to cup your breasts, slowly massaging them. You moan, enjoying the feeling of his strong hands groping your chest. He pinches your nipples, sending shocks down your spine. "Wrio~" you moan his name. He replaces his hands with his mouth, sucking on one nipple while teasing the other. Eventually, his hand glides down your stomach to your pussy. He rubs his fingers between your folds, making sure to massage your clit and tease your hole. The massage oil makes it easier for his fingers to slip into you with ease. He pumps his fingers into you at a slow pace, wanting to take his time with helping you feel good. The tenderness of your boyfriend as he fingers you and sucks on your nipple pushes you over the edge. You moan and spasm around his fingers as you come undone. He continues to finger you through your high until you finally come down.
He finally stops his movements and gets up. He grabs a pillow and puts it under your ass, elevating your lower half. You're about to ask him what he's doing, but soon lose your train of thought as he passionately kisses you. His lips move to your cheek, peppering kisses down to your neck, your chest, across your tummy, and down to your thighs. Laying on his stomach, he lifts your legs and puts them over his shoulders. As his warm breath hovers over your core, you shyly ask him what he's doing. "Don't worry. Just lay back and relax. Let me do all the work. I'll make sure all the stress leaves your body by the time we're done." His reassuring words help you relax and you allow him to please you. He licks a stride up your folds, making you shiver. He spreads you open a bit more, giving him better access to eat you out. He leaves a kiss on your clit then circles his tongue over it. His tongue moves down to your hole, teasing your entrance. He wraps his lips around your clit and suckles, sending electricity up your body. You moan and comb your fingers through his hair, moving his fluffy hair out of his eyes. He moves his attention back down to your entrance, thrusting his tongue inside of you. While his tongue explores your insides, his nose rubs against your clit. His pace picks up as you get closer to your second orgasm. Your legs shake as your moans get louder, calling out his name. You finally cum on his face, where he happily licks up your juices. You push on his head when his continuous licking begins to overstimulate you, but he doesn't budge. He instead pushes a finger inside you as he sucks on your clit, shaking his head to add more stimulation. You curse as your hips shake.
It doesn't take you long to cum again, squirting on his face as you cry out from the pleasure. You breathe heavily as he comes up from between your legs. He leans over you and kisses you, pushing his tongue in your mouth and intertwining with yours You taste your essence on his tongue. He pulls away and gets up to pull his boxers off. Kneeling on the bed, he positions himself between your legs, making sure the pillow beneath you is still holding you up, elevating you at the right position for his cock to easy slip into you. He grabs his cock and fists it, covering it with the massage oil left on his hand. Holding your legs open, he rubs the head of his cock between your folds, prodding your entrance. He slowly eases himself inside you, his thick cock filling up your tight pussy. You both moan as he settles deep inside, all the way to the hilt. Slowly pulling his cock out to the tip, he pushes it back inside you all the way. He repeats this, going at a slow pace as he watches his cock disappear inside you. His gaze moves to your face as he begins to quicken his pace, watching the pleasure contort your features. "Faster Wrio." You moan out.
"As you wish." He puts your legs on his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs, holding your legs against him. He thrusts into you at a quickened pace, pelvis hitting against your ass. The new position makes it easier for him to repeatedly hit your most sensitive spot. Your head falls back as you grip the sheets, cursing from the mind-breaking pleasure as his cock repeatedly hits your cervix. You cry his name as you cum, body twitching and shaking.
His pace doesn't let up though and he continues pounding into you. You become overstimulated again, but you can't help yourself from wanting more. "Cum in me Wrio." You're barely able to let out those words as your brain becomes clouded with pleasure as you near your next orgasm. But he heard you. He's getting close as well, due to your walls continuously spasming around his cock. He lets your legs go and wraps them around his hips. Wrapping an arm around you and holding you close, he uses his free hand to vigorously rub your clit as he continues to rut into you. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding tightly, in search of finding something to hold onto as the pleasure becomes too much. You gaze into each other's eyes as you both get closer to falling over the edge. You lean into one another, lips meeting for a passionate kiss. You finally cum, squirting on his cock which causes him to follow as well. His cock spurts thick ropes of cum into you, filling you up with his warm seed. He falls beside you as you both try to catch your breaths. You both just lay there, holding each other as you come down from your highs.
Wriothesley eventually pulls his cock out and lays beside you, pulling you close to him. You hear the fast beating of his heart as you lay your head on his chest, eyes feeling heavy. "Thank you for the massage Wrio." You sleepily say. He kisses the top of your head. "I'm glad you liked it, my love. Let's get some food at our favorite place once we get some rest." You smile, giving a quiet 'mhm' in agreement, and nuzzle further into his chest. Soon, you fall asleep in your boyfriend's comforting arms.
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hi! I've just discovered your blog and I love it - from the url, profile pic, everything 😍 and most importantly your writing, it's so cute and you're able to write so many characters 🥰 as a fellow fic writer - I'm impressed 💜 can I request how they would first realize they love you, and how they would say it for the first time? No pressure, and thank you so much if you end up doing it. 🥰
- @wordbunch (sadly can't send asks from my Tolkien sideblog, so I'm on anon lol)
Thank you so so much for your kind words!! ♡ I’ve actually had this scenario in my “to do notes” already, so I’m very happy you requested it haha! Sorry again for posting so late, I hope you enjoy the read!
･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.
Aragorn is not someone to make the first step in romance, even if he is the one falling in love first. He’d probably realise it during the ranger job you do together, like looking for herbs or reading traces – where his hand brushed against yours! But Aragorn is very much the person to respond to a love confession of yours, after which he tells you that he reciprocates your feelings in a very romantic manner: “Me too. I am bound to you by honour and affection alike. If you would have me…”
･ﾟ✧ Arwen.
Arwen would fall in love with you after dancing together. It could be on a ball her father’s giving, or just the two of you under the moonlight, where she’d laugh of bliss. You’d notice a slight change in her behaviour afterwards, more smiles, stolen glances – but you could only be sure after she finally told you, “It is because I have fallen for you, melethel. And there is nothing you can do about it!”
･ﾟ✧ Boromir.
Boromir takes a casual approach to love and romantic relationships. This is why his love confession to you would be rather nonchalant, maybe over a lunch you’re preparing together over the fire. “I love you, you know that?” he’d say, all cool – as if he didn’t fall for you when he saw you fearlessly wielding a sword and shield during combat training…
･ﾟ✧ Elrond.
Elrond would fall in love with you so gradually he wouldn’t be able to pinpoint an exact moment of realisation. Maybe it would be over a book you’re reading together, or when he told you about all the ancient stories he witnessed himself – or a grand love story. And then he’d turn to you and say, “Are you aware that this is how I feel about you as well?” He’d be very tender and playful about it, but earnest at the same time. He is very considerate toward you.
･ﾟ✧ Éomer.
Éomer doesn’t fall in love easily. Maybe due to this lack of experience, he has trouble expressing his feelings after that one horseback ride you did through the rain, where he helped you out of your dirty clothes afterward. His love confession would be a tedious process, with lots of phrases like, “Don’t make me say it. I lack the words to tell you…” – before he eventually leans in for a kiss and quietly adds, “Forgive me. I hope this tells you all the same.”
･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.
Éowyn is always brash and joyous around you, so her love confession would take you quite by surprise. She’d pick “an old Rohirrim tradition” to show you, maybe a special exchange of gifts, a traditional dance routine etc. “This is how the people of Rohan express their love,” she’d tell you with a soft smile and hopeful eyes. If asked, she would tell you when she realised she loved you: during sword lessons, of course!
･ﾟ✧ Faramir.
Faramir falls in love with you as soon as he meets you. He’s always been like that, heart racing with as little as a soft look or touch of a hand. For this same reason, and Gondor’s marriage policy, he swallows down any confessions because he has little hope in his own feelings. But after months, maybe years of courting and mutual affection, he’d finally tell you, in some grand romantic spot he chose – on his knees – because he’d connect it to a marriage proposal!
･ﾟ✧ Frodo.
Frodo would realise he loved you on a warm summer morning, as you’re walking barefoot in the grass – and then not tell you. He’d keep his secret to himself (haha), just smile to himself and subtly check the way you’re feeling before confessing to you – probably while holding both your hands, because that’s how sincere he is! “It gives me hope to hear you say that, because I, too, hold you very dear and love you very much!”
･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.
Thanks to her powerful telepathy skills, Galadriel probably knows you love her before you yourself do. She knows all about your feelings – but nothing of her own. I like to imagine her as blissfully oblivious, right up until the moment you confess to her. Then something would click inside her, and with a blank stare ahead, she’d whisper, “I love you, too. I haven’t realised it until now – but I do.”
･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.
Gandalf would realise he loved you after you’ve said or done something incredibly smart, like maybe found the solution to a problem that he was unable to solve. It’d make his heart skip a beat, he even looks away with a blush! And then he’d despair trying to find a “suitable moment for courtship”, as the old ways suggested, full of ceremony – and probably end up telling you his feelings very casually over a cup of tea he invited you to.
･ﾟ✧ Gimli.
Your usually hard-shelled Dwarf gets very flustered when he says the three words to you – followed by some nervous babbling, like, “There! I said it first. And I mean it very earnestly.” The moment he fell for you was probably connected to seeing you in a new light: Working in the mines all day leaves little room for elegance, but after seeing you in your beautiful banquet outfit, Gimli was walking into walls for the next three days!
･ﾟ✧ Haldir.
Haldir has always dreaded falling in love. But when you smiling at him makes his heart skip about three beats, he cannot lie to himself any longer. He can lie to you and everyone else though, needless to say. Not that anyone actually believes his denials… But Haldir would only confess his love in a life-or-death situation, when he thinks he’d never get the chance again. Then, of course, he’d be as elegant and romantic as all Elves are.
･ﾟ✧ Legolas.
If you are near Legolas the moment he realises he loves you – on a scouting trip, for example, or during preparations for a ball in Mirkwood – he’d tell you right away. He’d give you an analysing look, with a smile dancing around his lips, and say something like, “How I love you right now! I love you very much, my dear.” Thanks to his royal training, of course, he’d respectfully draw back until you’ve made your own feelings clear.
･ﾟ✧ Merry.
While he’s usually rather easy-going, Merry would plan out his love confession (meaning: a speech!) step by step, including an outfit plan and meal schedule designed specifically for you. He is the thinking type, and when it comes to this, he tends to overthink. He’d include a line like, “From the moment I first saw you…” when in reality, he probably fell for you when you joined one of his shenanigans without any reservations, proving just how similar you two are at heart.
･ﾟ✧ Pippin.
Pippin strikes me as a very “love at first sight” kind of person. At the same time, he’s really casual and playful about it. He’d only talk about it in return of your confession to him, like, “I never thought about that! I fell in love with you the first time we met!” – and probably shower you in a million compliments in the process!
･ﾟ✧ Sam.
Sam would realise he’s in love with you while thinking of new poetry to write – because all he thinks about is you! Somewhen along the line, he’d lean back in his chair, starting at the dozens of pages he wrote about you – and then have the overwhelming urge to go up and meet you to tell you right away, in his adorably sincere and gentle manner ♡
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Ricky Starks Saves The Day
Summary: Ricky refuses to watch his ship fall apart, and makes it his mission to get Y/N and Hook back together.
Warnings: angst, cussing, arguing, drinking, implied smut, fluff, lil bit of spice
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this imagine!!!!! All the support on my last one has been SO amazing and I cannot express how grateful I am for it!!!!🥹🥰 I love all of you so so so so much!!!!! And once again, a special shoutout to my bestie @99hook !!!!! Ilysm bestie and thank you!!!!🧡🤍 If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be posting this🥹🩷
It was never a good idea to spew words without thinking them through while you're both furious.
Because when the feelings of anger fade, you are left with nothing but sadness and immense regret.
This was something Hook learned a little too late.
All Y/N wanted was for him to spend a little more time with her, and neither of them could even remember why it escalated like it had. But it did.
And then Hook decided to blurt that he thought it might be better for them to break up.
Now both of them were miserable, and everyone could see it.
But Hook was too nervous to approach Y/N, as she had avoided him entirely since that night.
And Y/N had been avoiding him because seeing him made her so sad.
It was just a cycle of sadness, that all of their friends were sick and tired of seeing them be stuck in.
Enter Ricky Starks; who made it his mission to get them back together.
He loved both Hook and Y/N dearly, and just wanted them to be happy. He wasn't gonna sit back and watch true love go to waste.
But at that same time, Y/N had decided enough moping was enough.
And with some encouragement from her best friend Kris Statlander, she found herself considering dating again.
So when Ricky walked into catering and plopped down next to the two women, their conversation almost gave him heart palpitations.
"I'm telling you Y/N, the best way to get over a guy is to get under another" Kris smirks.
Ricky starts choking on his food, making Y/N's eyes widen and she pats his back. "Are you ok Ricky?"
"Y-Yeah" he croaks out, clearing his throat. "You know, personally, I don't really agree with that philosophy"
Kris raises an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah? And what would you suggest?"
"Um," Ricky falters, unsure of what to say. "I, uh… maybe some ice cream?"
"I like his idea way more" Y/N immediately says.
Ricky feels momentary relief, before Kris scoffs. "Ignore him. Look, just give it a try. Once you go out with another guy, you may realize that you don't miss him as much as you think"
Ricky cringes, as he can tell Y/N is considering it.
"But who would I even go out with?" She asks after a moment.
This makes Kris perk up. "Take your pick hon. I mean, honestly, have you seen yourself?"
"I don't know" Y/N sinks in her chair.
"Hey Y/N" She looks up when she hears her name and sees Darby Allin approaching them.
"Hey Darby, what's up?" She asks with a smile.
"Do you remember that one night you did my face paint when the makeup artist had an emergency and had to leave?" He asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah" Y/N answers.
"It's just.. the way you did it was really cool and I wanted to ask if you'd do it again?" He rushes out.
Y/N grins. "Of course I will!"
She sits her plate down and waves goodbye to Ricky and Kris. "I'll see you guys later"
With that, she walks off with Darby.
Ricky scoffs at the pleased look on Kris' face.
This causes Kris to raise an eyebrow. "What?"
Ricky shrugs. "Nothing"
Kris narrows her eyes at him. "Oh hell no! You wanna get her and Hook back together! That’s why you said all that stuff!"
"So what if I do?" Ricky challenges. "Her and Hook are true love! Hook made a stupid mistake, and he wants to fix it"
"Too bad" Kris immediately snaps back. "She is just getting better, and I'll be damned if I let you bring her down again"
"I ain't gonna bring her down!" Ricky defends. "I wanna reunite her with the love of her life!"
Kris scoffs. "I'll believe Hook is sorry when he starts showing it. Until then, expect me to run interference on whatever little plan you have cooked up"
Ricky leans back in his chair with a groan as Kris walks off.
It's then that Hook enters, and raises an eyebrow at the exasperated look on his friend's face. "What's wrong with you?"
Ricky glares at him. "I'm gonna punch you"
"There! All done!" Y/N grins.
Darby opens his eyes and smiles widely when he looks in the mirror. "It looks amazing! Thanks Y/N"
"My pleasure" she smiles back, leaning down to hug him from behind.
He puts his hands on top of her’s and leans back into her. "I have a question"
"Hmm?" Y/N hums.
"Would you like to go out after the show?" Darby asks.
Y/N bites her lip. "Darby.. you’re a really great guy. I just... I don’t think I’m ready to date someone else yet. I’m sorry”
"No!" Darby exclaims. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say it like that. Not go out like a date. I meant just go out as friends”
Y/N lets out a breath, and they both laugh. "Then I'd love to”
"Yes! You're going on a date!" Kris exclaims obnoxiously loud, making Y/N quickly shush her.
But the damage was done, and Ricky overheard Kris' yells.
Ricky's eyes widen, and he scrambles over to them. "So Y/N, a date, huh?"
"No! It's not-" Y/N tries to explain, but is cut off by Kris.
"It totally is" Kris grins. "Y/N and Darby are getting drinks after the show tonight"
With that, she grabs Y/N's shoulders and guides her away, and looks back to send Ricky a triumphant smirk.
Ricky scoffs and runs off down the halls to find Hook.
He finds him sitting on a crate in the hallway, and Ricky snatches the earbuds out of Hook's ears.
Hook looks up with a glare. "What the hel-"
"No time for pleasantries!" Ricky yells. "You need to get off your ass and apologize to Y/N! I know she still has feelings for you, she's told me! And you still love her! You're just too chicken to tell her that you’re sorry, and she's about to go on a date with Darby so you have officially run out of time! You need to go get your girl and live happily ever after! I'll be damned if Kris will beat me!"
Hook stands up with a scowl on his face. "She's going on a date with that little prick?"
Ricky frantically nods and exasperatedly yells “Yes!"
"Where?" Hook demands, causing a smirk to grow on Ricky's face.
"How do you know they're here?" Hook asks as Ricky pulls into a parking spot at a busy bar.
"I asked her. You know, like talking to her" Ricky deadpans, making Hook shoot him a glare.
"Now get out of my car, and don't come back until you've professed your love to her" Ricky demands.
Hook does get out of the car, and takes a deep breath before entering the building.
Y/N and Darby were tucked away in a booth near the back, talking and laughing without a care in the world.
Hook can feel his face flush when he sees what Y/N is wearing, in both anger and attraction. He knew Kris must have picked it because she always needed to be hyped up a little to wear that damn dress. It was the definition of that little black dress every guy loves. It was a short, fitted bodycon dress, with a bustier top and ruched detail on the skirt that accentuated her curvy waist and hips.
That damn dress made her look both classy and sexy all at once, and Hook wanted to go snatch Y/N away from Darby and take her back to his hotel room and have her all to himself.
It was then that Y/N noticed Darby staring at something over her shoulder.
“What’s wrong? You got quiet” She leans in close to speak in his ear so he can hear, and places her hand on top of his.
Darby hesitates before answering. “Hook just walked in, and he’s coming over here”
Y/N’s head snaps around, and she easily spots Hook making his way through the crowd towards them.
Before she can debate between jumping up and running, or hiding under the table, he’s standing in front of them. “Hey Y/N”
“Why are you here Tyler?” Y/N asks with an annoyed expression.
“Can we talk?” Hook replies, shooting a rude look at Darby which only pisses Y/N off more.
“She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you, man. And we’re busy right now, I’m sure you can talk some other time” Darby says, a clear edge to his tone.
“I wasn’t fucking talking to you Allin” Hook snaps.
“Darby, it’s fine” Y/N cuts in, trying to prevent a fight from breaking out.
But neither one of them listened, and Y/N buries her head in her hands when Darby stands up and gets chest to chest with Hook.
She can’t hear what they’re saying to each other over the music and people, but she scrambles to get between them when Hook’s face hardens after Darby pushes him back.
“Hey! Enough!” Y/N exclaims.
But the two just continue to glare at each other over her head.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes at their childishness before reaching down to snatch up her purse and storm out of the bar.
She walks a little ways down the road, before stopping when she realizes she left her coat as a chill runs through her body.
“You left this” she hears Hook’s nervous voice behind her.
She turns, and the scowl on her face softens when she sees the sad look on his.
She takes the coat he was holding out for her. “Thank you”
“You’re welcome” He answers, shuffling back and forth on his feet.
The two of them stand in awkward silence for a moment before Hook speaks up. “Do you need a ride to the hotel?”
Y/N thinks for a second; while she is mad at Hook for coming here and ruining her fun, she’s also mad at Darby for pushing Hook.
“It won’t just be you and me” He elaborates. “Ricky’s waiting for me in the car”
“Why’d you come here Tyler?” Y/N asks after a short moment of thinking.
“I..” Hook falters, scrambling for an excuse before finally realizing he just needs to tell the truth. “Because Ricky told me you and Darby were going on a date tonight”
“So you came to crash it?!” Y/N snaps.
“Seriously Tyler?! You’re so fucking childish” Y/N rants as she starts speed walking to the parking lot, Hook following close behind. “You broke up with me, but you still think you can control who I go out with?!”
Ricky glances over when he hears yelling, and cringes when he realizes it’s Y/N.
She swings the passenger door open and plops down in the seat, before crossing her arms and leaning her body towards the window.
“Hello Ricky” she grumbles as Hook climbs in the backseat.
“I do not think I have any sort of control over you Y/N” Hook insists. “I just-“
“You just what?!” Y/N interjects, whipping around in her seat to glare back at him.
“I didn’t want you to go out with someone else! But that doesn’t mean I think I have control over you!” Hook yells back.
Ricky lets out an overly dramatic sigh as he starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.
This was totally not going to plan.
Ricky practically dives out of the car when they get to the hotel, as Y/N and Hook take their time; more concerned about arguing than getting out.
Taz, who was also just arriving at the hotel, stops short of entering when he recognizes the voices of Y/N and Tyler fighting.
He walks over to Ricky. “What the hell’s going on?”
“I heard that Y/N was going on a date with Darby, so I told Hook. Thinking back I wish I hadn’t. And then I found out where they were going and me and Hook went to crash their date so he could tell Y/N that he’s still in love with her. He went inside and the next thing I knew they came out arguing. They’ve been arguing ever since” Ricky rambles out the entire story.
Taz scoffs. “You two are idiots. In what world was crashing her date gonna do anything except piss her off?”
Ricky rubs the back of his neck. “Our world I guess?”
Then Hook gets out of the car, and he goes to open her door but she swiftly opens it herself. “I don’t need you opening my damn door Tyler! I’m more than capable of doing it myself! Just like I’m capable of deciding who I spend my fucking time with!”
“I never fucking said you weren’t!” Hook exclaims.
“Then why even go to the bar?! You still haven’t given me a straight answer!” Y/N fumes.
“Because I’m still fucking in love with you!” He finally exclaims, stopping Y/N in her tracks.
The two stand in silence for a moment, before Hook lets out a shaky breath. “I’m still so in love with you Y/N, ok?” His voice cracks, and tears well up in both of their eyes. “That’s why I went to the bar. Because the thought of you being with someone else makes me feel like someone is trying to rip my heart out of my chest. I know I fucked up that night Y/N. I was mad, and I was just spouting shit, and I caused myself to lose the most important thing in my life. And I know you’ll never fucking forgive me; I know how much I hurt you. And I fucking hate myself for it! And I know you deserve to move on, and I had no right to go there tonight. But- fuck Y/N! I don’t know how to come to terms with losing you! I can’t..”
Y/N stares at him for a moment, and Hook feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest from the anxiousness coursing through his body.
But Y/N was using that moment to attempt and find the right words to say. “It wasn’t a date..”
Hook furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What? Ricky said..”
“He just overheard Kris” Y/N elaborates. “She’s been trying to get me to go out again. But I couldn’t do it”
“Why not?” Hook dares to ask as she takes a step towards him.
She puts her hands on his tense arms and makes eye contact before answering. “Because I’m still in love with you. And no matter what mistakes you made, I know that no one else will ever make me feel the way I do for you”
And with that, Hook sweeps her up by her waist and hugs her as tight as he can. She lets out a relieved laugh, and hugs back just as tight.
He places her back on the ground, and their lips collide in a messy, but sweet and passionate kiss.
They only pull away from each other when they hear an obnoxiously loud cheer from Ricky, and they turn to face him and Taz with amused laughter.
“Sorry guys! I didn’t mean to break up your moment. I’m just so excited!” Ricky bounces up and down, and Y/N laughs again when she notices he has his phone out recording them.
“Why were you recording us, Ricky?” She asks with a giggle, as Hook leans down to kiss her head.
“Two reasons. One, I needed footage of my ship getting back together. And two, I gotta show this to Ms.Statlander! True love prevails!” He yells with a victorious grin, before running into the hotel to find Kris.
After Ricky’s gone, Taz approaches them and places a hand on Hook’s shoulder with a delighted smile. “I'm glad you two are working this out. I missed you being around Y/N”
She smiles back. “I missed you too Taz”
With that, Taz bids them goodnight and heads up to his room.
Hook places his hand on the small of her back and guides her inside.
He places one more chaste kiss on her lips. “Now that I can kiss you again I don't ever wanna stop”
“Then don’t” Y/N quips back with a cheeky smirk.
He grins down at her when she pecks his lips once again.
“I gotta get us checked in; but after that, your cute little ass is all mine mamas” he whispers lowly in her ear, and his hand trails down to sneakily grab her ass.
“It’s always been your’s” She giggles and stays tucked into his side as they head over to get checked in.
Hook talks to the desk clerk as she pulls out her phone after it buzzes in her pocket.
She laughs when she sees a message from Ricky.
It was a selfie he took of a rather pissed off Kris, and him grinning like a kid in a candy store.
She shows Hook as they’re walking towards the elevator, and he lets out a hearty laugh. “He better stop messing with her before she knocks him out”
When the elevator door opens, they quickly slip out as Hook’s hands start to trail up and down her body.
They get to the room, but as Hook swipes the key card the two of them look up when a yell echos through the hall.
“I told you to shut up Ricky!” They hear Kris yell, followed by more yells from Ricky.
Y/N goes to walk towards the screams, but Hook snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her into the room.
“Tyler!” Y/N chides, but her protests get caught in her throat when he presses her up against the door.
Their bodies are flush against each other, and Hook immediately dips his head down to start trailing kisses along her neck. “They aren’t our problem right now mamas. All I’m concerned with is reminding you how good it feels when I make you scream my name”
#aew hook#aew hook x reader#hook x reader#hook aew x reader#hook aew#aew fanfiction#aew x reader#send hook#tyler senerchia#hook imagine
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Oh for Bingo can I get Outsider POV IceMav? 🥰
.⋆｡°✩ Carole eavesdrops but only because she loves her friend. ✩°｡⋆.
Pete thinks he's slick. He thinks that his late-night phone calls and dashes out to the mailbox when he's off deployment are sneaky and well concealed, but Carole Bradshaw didn't spend years hiding boyfriends from her daddy not to recognize the same tactics when they were waving right in front of her face.
At first, she ignores it, giggles behind her hand when Pete's not looking, ruffling Bradley's hair when he mimics her. There's no harm, she figures, in letting Pete keep his sweetheart to himself. He's never been shy before when it comes to love, but maybe, she thinks, he's growing up a bit, learning to slow it down when it matters. All Carole cares about is that he's happy, and by the way he can't quite keep the color out of his cheeks or the stars out of his eyes when she spots the edge of a letter or hears the soft whispers of a hushed phone conversation, he is.
The more she hears, though, the more she really looks, the more she realizes that maybe it's not because Pete's trying to be quiet about this thing he's got going on. It might just be because he has to.
As much as it's Pete's home when he's stateside, Carole doesn't try to tiptoe around her house; privacy is never a guarantee. Still, when she's up getting water or just needs to go outside and breathe in the chilly night air to chase away some stray tears sleeping in her half-filled bed leaves her with, she can't help stumbling on Pete tucked around the corner of the kitchen, phone cord stretched around to give his hiding place away.
He doesn't always see her, and she doesn't let on that she's there. In these moments, they're just two boats passing in the night. It doesn't mean that she can't hear, though, and try as she might not to listen, well... she doesn't get much gossip at the Post Office.
Pete's voice is even, a little tired given the hour, but more lovesick than stricken, so what little guilt might have clung to Carole if this had been one of the bad times when Pete needed whoever was on the other end isn't there.
"They're keeping you out there for another week?" He sounds positively anguished, and Carole sees the edge of Pete's foot kick out all discontent. There's no doubt it's his mystery girl. Pete doesn't even get that childish when Bradley steals the last strip of bacon. It makes Carole stifle a snort as she tries her best to open the back door without setting off its telltale creak.
She wonders if maybe Pete's girl is on a carrier somewhere, a secretary or something like that...
"But you're still gonna make it for Christmas, right?" He sounds hopeful, and then he lets out a chuckle so light and fond that it twists up Carole's heart in the best way.
"Look, I know you don't celebrate, but I still want you here." A pause. "Carole won't mind. I'll come up with somethin' to tell her."
Carole's brow furrows, and for a moment, she wants to speak up because Pete has to know that she wouldn't tell him he couldn't bring someone around for the holidays, especially if it's-
"Ice," Pete says with a sigh, and Carole feels her entire brain turn a bit on its axis, realization slipping into place between her wide-eyed slow blink as he continues, voice still soft, "It's not gonna be like that. And you know," his tone brightens. Carole feels that twist again, deeper somehow, "I've always been pretty good at thinking on my feet." Pete tappers off with a laugh, one Carole's heard more and more as the months have drifted by. Now she knows why, now she understands, and even though the tears had dried up when she'd walked down the hall, they're threatening to fall again for a hundred different reasons.
She leaves Pete to his call, then manages to slip out the backdoor without a hint of old wood croaking for attention and looks up to the sky.
Slowly, a smile pulls the corner of her mouth up as the stars blink down on her. The more she lets the understanding stew in her thoughts, the more she finds nothing changes. A part of her, somewhere deep, for a moment in the stillness of her brain making the connections between Pete's secrecy and the reasons why, had been worried something might. Because hoping you act or feel some way in the face of the unknown and knowing is different, and she's glad to know she's not any way she doesn't want to be when it comes down to it. When it's important.
And in the morning, if she passes Pete the last strip of bacon and asks him if he might be wanting to bring someone around for the holidays since it had just been them the last time he was on the ground, well, she's just thrilled when he says, cheeks going hot and eyes sliding away, that maybe he just might.
Ficlet Bingo!
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giving them a surprise hug | the bad batch
a/n: pics not mine! this was genuinely relaxing to write! i’m so sorry this is late- i had such bad writers block and i didn’t want to post anything that i'm not proud of. nonnie, i hope this meets what you wanted and of course, thank you for requesting 🫶🏼🥰
crosshair
the shock! the surprise! he didn't expect you, of all people, to come up and suddenly hug him. it's all very welcome though since he absolutely adores you, but you don't know that. his crush on you is just amplified when you make moves on him.
"get off me. do you have glue on your arms or something?"
“no. you’re stuck with me,” you defiantly replied, “whether you like it or not.”
“well…uh. you’re welcome to stay in my arms,” he softy mumbles.
later in the day, he ends up spilling to you that he’s liked you since you first insulted him. he’s just glad you’re as crazy about him as he is about you.
tech
he doesn’t know how to respond when you come behind him and hug him. he definitely knows that his heart beats faster with you around but he’d rather keep that to himself. he's so in love with you and he's such a softie.
“may i ask why you are hugging me?”
“i like you, tech.”
oh. OH. his brain stops functioning a little after hearing before asking, “did i hear that right?”
he smiles softly to himself as he whispers back, "i like you too, darling." you don't know yet, but he's already daydreaming about the moments you'll share together as a couple.
echo
echo thinks you're so cute when you ran in front of him to give him a massive hug. but somehow, your hugs always last a little longer each time. he knows you have a crush on him, and he knows his feelings toward you.
"you're comfy."
"oh? does that make me your new pillow then?" he teased.
"perhaps..." you muse.
his eyes soften upon realizing that you'd be his forever, quietly whispering, "i think i love you."
"did you say something, echo?"
he smiles at you in response, no words are needed for his feelings anymore.
wrecker
as someone who likes both you and physical affection, wrecker is so happy about the hug. he's not shocked either about you coming to his side and hugging him. in fact, he appreciated your hug as he had just finished a mission that involved high-stress levels and heights.
“just what i needed.”
“what?” you inquire, “a hug? or you mean- my hug?”
"well- i mean, your hugs do feel nice but i prefer your hugs."
you glance up at him, smiling softly as you admire how pretty his eyes are. he knows you're staring, and he knows that you're definitely his future. you make him feel at home, truly loved and that's a bonus in his eyes.
hunter
he’s always admired you from afar. due to his heightened senses, he wasn’t too shocked about you sneaking up behind him, wrapping your arms around his chest. he relished the moments with you, as life seemed to slow down when he was with you.
“oh? what’s this?”
“just a hug for my favorite person,” you giggle, “you’re warm.”
"my waist is free real estate..uh if you'd like another hug?" he states slowly, scratching the back of his neck, not knowing what to do with his hands now that they aren't around you.
you end up confessing your crushes to each other at the same time.
a/n: hi! this is later than i would've preferred to post this, but late is better than never :) i really loved writing the dialogue for this and i was inspired by the kdramas i'm currently invested in! i hope you enjoy and thanks for reading 🫶🏼
#the bad batch#bad batch imagine#tbb crosshair#tbb hunter#tbb wrecker#tbb tech#tbb echo#clone trooper x reader#clone trooper fluff
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The Love of a Family
Summary: A young Malleus Draconia travels back in time to meet Lilia and his older brother, Silver.
Characters: Young Malleus Draconia, Silver, and Lilia Vanrouge
Notes: I saw Lian’s post yesterday about Big Brother Silver AU and brain literally went haywired ( @rayroseu ) Please check out her post, its so precious and beautiful and still has my heart aching and I loved it so much. Big Brother Silver AU has a soft place in my heart now and I just had to have them meet. I just had too 😭😭💚💚 I hope you enjoy. I’m not used to writing non-reader insert stories, but I did my best 🙌💚 (This is 1k+ you can tell my brain went brrr 🥰🥰💕💕💕)
Mother…
Father…
Even Silver…
I’m so sorry I was born too late and never got to meet you all…
Malleus felt his tears drip down his face, splattering on the album in front of him.
He loved to look at this album; Lilia always said how it was filled with people who loved him.
His mother and father hugging his egg.
Lilia drawing little bats on the egg.
Big brother Silver, as a baby, shared a cradle with him.
Big brother Silver looked so happy.
As Malleus flips through the pages, he saw how time changes and so does Lilia and big brother Silver.
Always cradling the egg and giving love.
Malleus wiped his face, looking at the ring the brother he never met wore in the picture.
The same ring that was hanging around his neck.
Malleus recalled what Lilia had told him:
o “Silver had wanted you to inherit his ring. He wanted his younger brother to know he was loved and cherished. How proud he is that you finally hatched.”
o The smile Lilia wore was tinged with fondness, love, and sadness.
o Malleus wanted to reach out and wipe that sadness away.
I wish…I wish I got to meet you big brother Silver….
Malleus fell asleep on top of the album, unknown to him, a haze of magic swirled around him.
Silver patted the egg in front of him before wrapping it with a blanket.
Nice and cozy.
He leaned his head slightly on it.
Father is working hard to find a way to make you hatch…I don’t understand how I can use love in making you grow…even so, I still would love to help.
Malleus-sama, I hope you know how loved you are. I hope you will hatch soon so everyone can meet you.
Silver turned, startled, at feeling a burst of magic coming from his father’s study.
Father isn’t home.
Silver grabbed his nearby sword, glancing at a white dove near the windowsill, who chirped before flying to relay his message to his father.
Silver used his magic to shield off the room, only with his death can anyone enter.
As if he would allow anyone to hurt his little brother.
Silver silently treaded across the hallway, using the shadows to keep out of sight of any potential dangers.
He was the personification of the Phantom General.
Silver opened the door, weapon ready…
…only to be surprised by the dragonling in front of him.
Silver watched as the little dragon fae ate the mushroom risooto he made him.
When the dragon fae had awoken, he had surpsied Silver with a hug.
Big Brother Silver! You’re here!
Silver had returned his hug just as tightly.
Said dragon tightly held his hand, as if he never wanted to let go.
When his father had returned home, Silver had already put Malleus-sama down for a nap. He had promised him he wouldn't leave his side.
His father looked relieved at the sight of Malleus-sama, tears shining in his eyes. Silver knew exactly how he felt as he felt the same.
Lilia raised a trembling hand and placed it on the dragonling’s head. Malleus mumbled and continued to sleep.
Lilia and Silver couldn’t help but smile.
Malleus-sama loved as strongly as any dragon kin, fiercely.
He would pull Silver with him everywhere.
He would root for him against their father when they sparred.
o Lilia pouted, “Hey! Why don’t I get any support!”
o “Big Brother is cooler than you!”
o Lilia gasped in fake affront before chasing the little one.
o Silver laughed.
o He smiled as he looked on in fondness.
o His little brother was adorable.
Malleus-sama would always ask Silver to cook, not that he could blame him as his father wasn’t…the best.
Malleus-sama’s and Silver’s favorite part of the night would be when the three would share a bed. Silver and Lilia would take turns reading to Malleus, both using magic to make some of the scenes come alive. Malleus would giggle before they would all eventually fall asleep together, cuddling under the blanket.
o “Goodnight Father and Big Brother.”
o Father and son smiled as the fae unknowingly melted their hearts and brought more joy to them than he would ever know.
As time went by another issue arose…what to do with this young fae who belonged in another time?
They had both decided to convince Malleus to return home.
Though admittedly it was difficult to deny the young heir anything, especially when he loved so wholeheartedly.
It was decided that Silver would be the one to talk to Malleus.
After all, Silver was the reason that Malleus had come and it was for Silver that Malleus wished to stay.
Time would be kind to Lilia, but not as kind for Silver. Both Lilia and Silver knew that all too well.
For that very reason, Silver had chosen to talk to Malleus-sama.
Lilia watched from afar as Silver brought up the topic and watched as Malleus cried.
Maybe in another world or another time they could have shared a life, but in this life, this was the hand granted to them.
Which was all the more reason they cherished this time together they had with the prince.
Silver had to stop himself from retracting his statement.
Silver wouldn’t deny the fact that a part of him wanted to be selfish, wanted this little one to stay with him.
But he knew, he knew he could not do that.
The unhatched egg and his father in the future came to mind.
“Do you not love me Big Brother Silver?”
“Malleus-sama, I love you more than you know.”
“But then…why?”
Silver wiped the fae’s tears, “There are so many people who love you in the future and are waiting for you. Father misses you.”
“But you’re not there.”
“I know.”
“But I love you, Silver.”
Silver pulled his dragonling on his lap and rubbed his forehead with Malleus’, “I know, I love you too.”
Silver cupped the little one’s cheeks, “Malleus-sama, knowing you grow up to be such a good kid, knowing you grow up healthy and happy, has brought father and I more joy than you will ever know.”
Silver pulled at the necklace around Malleus’ neck and kissed the ring, “No matter what time you are in, I will always be by your side. My precious little brother.”
Malleus hugged Silver as tears ran down his face before he felt Lilia also joining in.
Lilia moved a stray hair away from Malleus’ eyes, “Time to go now, young one.”
Malleus nodded and hugged them both once more before he gradually disappeared before their eyes.
Silver and Lilia smiled as hope and love for the future grew.
Father and son watched the stars that night, with Silver’s head on Lilia’s shoulder.
Silver carried the egg preciously, remembering the precious child that will be born.
He kissed the egg, thinking of the tiny scales that were on Malleus-sama’s forehead.
Silver felt a surge of affection when, surely it wasn’t his imagination, the heartbeat from the egg grew just a tad bit stronger.
When Lilia took it from him, he allowed himself to peck it as well, thinking about the cheeky one that will eventually be born.
Lilia swore he felt the egg warm up a few degrees more and turned to Silver in excitement.
After all, it was True Love that would allow the egg to hatch.
Malleus Draconia awoke, feeling more joy and love than he could ever remember.
“Malleus!”
“I’m coming, Father!”
Malleus ran.
He knew without a doubt that he was loved.
He didn’t notice the green aura mixed with pastel pink around him, nor did he see how the ring around his neck shined.
I love you Big Brother and Father.
He ran towards his loved one, ready to tell him about his adventures.
I hope you liked it 💚🥰🌺 This was fun to write 🙌💚 and something very different than what I usually do which I am very proud of.
Now, did Malleus travel back in time? Was it his UM? Was it Silver’s? A combination? A dream? Well, that’s for you to decide ☺️🥰💚
#twst malleus draconia#malleus draconia#twst silver#twisted wonderland silver#twst lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge#twst scenarios#twst imagines#diasomnia#twst au#Big Brother Silver AU#🌺lian🌺#twisted wonderland scenarios#platonic
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by your side
part one / part two / part three / part four
pairing: lee bodecker x reader
warnings: 18+ only. main character injuries. reader pregnancy. morning sickness. angst. fluff. no smut. if i’m missing something important pls lmk.
words: 8.5k
notes: disclaimer: some things mentioned aren’t remotely accurate/possible to the era this takes place in (1960s) or like maybe ever even who knows really. i certainly do not. and though i tried to google more accurate info - i just wrote what worked for the story best lol so we’re all gonna suspend our disbelief and pretend it all makes sense. okay, cool, thanks. 😚 finally posting the last planned part to this little series. it’s poorly edited bc i’m very tired lol so sorry for errors in advance. and sorry it’s taken ages lol but i hope you’ve enjoyed it 🥰 headache was my first ever fic so this miniseries is really special to me. it’s where it all started. 🥹 thank you for reading and reblogging and as always, feedback and comments are appreciated. ❤️
It was chilly outside as you left your apartment, making sure you had everything with you as you walked briskly to your car. You were already late, so you were rushing to get to the station as soon as you could. Lee had been there earlier in the morning to pick you up for work, but when you were finishing getting ready, a sudden wave of nausea came over you and had you running to the bathroom with Lee following right behind. As you dry heaved over the toilet, nothing but bile coming up as your stomach had nothing else to give, Lee’s hand rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you.
He continued worrying over you even when you assured him you were fine.
“Lee, I promise, I’m okay. Probably just ate something bad, it’s nothing,” you said, shooing him off. “You’re gonna be late for work if you don’t go now. I’ll drive myself after I fix up a bit,”
“Darlin’-,” he went to argue, concern lacing his voice.
“Go,” you ordered. “I’ll be there before you know it.”
Leaning up on your tiptoes, you gave him a peck on the cheek. You moved to slip away and usher him out the door but he wrapped his arms around you before you could and squeezed you. You returned his hug as he looked down at you.
“You sure you’re okay, darlin’?”
“Promise, I’m okay.”
He sighed heavily before letting you go and opening the door. He turned and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“If you start feeling sick again, you call me, understand?”
“Yes, Sheriff, I understand,” you recited back to appease him. “I’ll be there before you know it,” you smiled as you urged him out.
“Why don’t I just stay until you’re done?” he tried to argue again. “No one's gonna say anything if I’m late, I’m the sheriff,”
“Lee,” you admonished, “Get outta here. You’re late enough as it is,”
“Fine,” he relented. “But if you’re not there within the hour I’m coming back over here,”
“Okay, deal,” you agreed. “I’ll see you soon.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly.
“I love you,” he muttered against your lips.
“Love you, too,” you returned before you watched him walk to the cruiser as you leaned out the door.
“One hour!” he called out as he pulled open the driver’s side door, shooting an “I’m serious” look your way before he got in. You gave him a wave as you smiled while he finally drove off.
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Funnily enough, it’d been well over an hour since Lee had left and you were pretty surprised he hadn’t so much as called. You didn’t think anything of it, though. He was probably out on a call.
When you pulled into the station, your eyes scanned the rows of cars while you looked for a spot, Lee’s cruiser nowhere to be seen. You found an open spot and parked, hustling inside to get to your desk.
“There you are! I was starting to get worried. Lee said you were sick this morning but you’d be here soon. And then soon turned into an hour and then an hour into an hour and a half,” Beth worried. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, he was worrying over nothing, just a queasy stomach,” you assured her. “Speaking of Lee, is he out?”
“Yeah, he went on a call a little while ago. I think he left you a note on your desk, actually.”
You looked in the direction of Lee’s office, with a hint of a smile.
“If you need anything, hon, just let me know,”
“Thank you, Beth, I appreciate it, but really, I’m completely fine,” you waved off her worry with a sweet smile as you made your way to your desk.
Putting your bag down and pulling your chair out, you picked up the note Lee had left and read it as you took your seat.
Had to go out on a call, but I’ll be back before you know it.
Love you, sugar.
- Lee
You couldn’t help but smile at the note, setting it back down and sliding it to the top of your desk as you grabbed the stack of files that had accumulated while you were gone to start getting through the paperwork and filing.
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It had been an hour and Lee still wasn’t back. You didn’t want to start worrying over nothing, but he always called when he knew he’d be longer than normal.. As you were anxiously waiting at your desk for something to happen - be it the phone ringing or Lee finally waltzing in to calm your racing mind and settle your worried thoughts, you noticed Beth going into the break room. Deciding you needed a distraction you got up and followed her.
“Hey,” you greeted as you took a seat at the table, watching Beth as she made herself a cup of tea.
“Hey, you alright, darlin’?” she asked, immediately concerned.
“Yeah,” you nodded, “yeah…So, how long do you think Lee’s been gone now?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant as you sat one leg crossed over the other, your foot swaying anxiously as if it had a mind of its own - betraying your air of calm.
“Oh, uhm…I’m not sure. He’d left maybe thirty five minutes before you got here?”
Your brows raised ever so slightly as you realized it was coming up on two hours that he’d been gone with no word from him. There was a small pit in your stomach beginning to form, but you knew you needed to not freak out. Maybe he was just caught up in something. You were sure it wasn’t a big deal. It couldn’t be.You would’ve heard something by now..
“He hasn’t called or anything, has he?” you asked.
“No, why? Something wrong, hon?”
You shook your head, taking a breath. “No, I’m sure it’s fine.”
“You sure you’re okay, you look a little sick,” she said worriedly, making her way over to the table to take a seat.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve just been having these little bouts of sickness lately. Just out of nowhere, I don’t know why. I thought it might have been something I ate the other day but..I don’t know,”
“Bouts of sickness? Like, what? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, just like, nausea and sometimes I actually get sick, like run to the toilet or find a trash can, sick. Maybe it’s stress? There’s not really any other symptoms of a bug or anything,”
“How long have you been feeling like that?”
“Just started this past weekend,”
“And you’re sure there’s nothing else goin’ on? No… sensitivity to smells? Or feeling more tired than normal, soreness anywhere?” she prompted.
You thought back on this past week and were worried all over, you had all of those symptoms.
“Now that I think about it, yeah, actually…” you said, suddenly getting lost in your thoughts as pieces moved into place. There was no way…
“I don’t mean to pry, really, but, have you and Lee been..ya know, intimate with one another?” she asked, voice hushed to make sure no one else heard despite you two being the only ones in the room.
Your face dropped as you gathered what she was getting at, why hadn’t you considered it a possibility earlier?
“You don’t think…” you trailed off, shaking your head at the absurdity. Although, it really wasn’t all that absurd. It was the most reasonable explanation you had heard all week.
“Sounds to me like you just might be pregnant, sweetie,” she said softly, a small smile playing on her lips, but not breaking out completely as she wanted to gauge your reaction to the suggestion before she showed her own.
You didn’t have a chance to respond as the phone at your desk began ringing. You shot up, heart racing.
“Oh, that must be Lee,” you said before you rushed to get it.
You had to take a breath before answering the phone, needing to compose yourself in case it was someone else calling to speak with him.
“Sheriff's office, how can I help you today?” you recited as smoothly as you could as Beth came up to the desk to make sure everything was okay.
“Hello, ma’am. This is Debbie Ann down here at the hospital,”
Hospital? You froze. A sinking feeling was suddenly heavy in your chest as you waited for her to continue, not so much as making a sound during the time you were waiting. It couldn’t have been longer than a few seconds, but each one felt like an eternity.
“We have Sheriff Bodecker down here. Looks like he was just brought in a bit ago. I’m told he has a gunshot wound…”
There was like a static, a buzzing in your ear as you dissociated for a split second while she spoke. You didn’t hear anything she said after ‘gunshot’. Staring off at nothing, your mouth parting just slightly.
“Ma’am? Hello, are you still there?” the woman on the other end asked as you came back to yourself.
“What?” you faltered out of breath.
“We’ve tried calling the old contacts we had on file, but no one answered. The only working number listed is the station,” she explained as you were reeling. You were trying to catch your breath, blinking wildly as you tried to get a grip, hands floundering on your desk for your keys.
“O- okay, I’ll uh - I’ll be right there, I’m coming right now. I’ll be there right away,” you rushed out, fighting the tightness in your throat as you spoke. You nearly slammed the receiver down as you grabbed your purse and coat, not thinking of anything other than getting to him as soon as possible.
“Wow, wow, wow,” Beth rushed to slow you down. “Sweetheart, what happened? Where are you goin’?”
You stopped as she grabbed your hand and turned to her, tears welling in your eyes.
“I have to get to the hospital,” you stammered.
“Why? What happened, what’s wrong?”
“Lee’s been shot,”
“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hand flying to her chest in shock. “Okay,” she agreed quickly. “We’ll go, but you’re not driving. I’m gonna get Sam, he’ll take us. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay,” she assured you before rushing to get Sam from his desk.
They made their way to you quickly, Sam looking as concerned as his fiance.
“Peters,” he called, “radio Franklin and Sanderson, I’m pretty sure they’re the ones who called the Sheriff out earlier. See if you can get a hold of them. I’ll call from the hospital when I get there.”
Beth was already walking with you to their car, her hand holding yours was a comfort as she ushered you into the backseat, Sam trailing right behind you guys.
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“You okay?” Sam asked gently as he glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “I’m sure he’s fine,” he tried to ease your worries but his words did little to help.
The hospital wasn’t too far from the station, and Sam was speeding down the near empty road, getting you there in record time.
The second the car stopped moving, you rushed out and headed straight for the entrance without a thought; Beth and Sam right behind you.
You made a beeline for the reception desk as you entered, your sense of composure and any manners out the window..
“We’re looking for Sheriff Bodecker,” you nearly panted, voice shaking. You weren’t sure if you were out of breath from your brisk walking or from the anxiety that was strangling you.
“The Sheriff, yes. He’s being attended to right now. Are you his wife?” the older woman asked, looking at you clearly concerned by your panicked state.
You shook your head dumbly.
“Family?”
“He doesn’t-” your voice threatened to break as you spoke, shaking your head again as you felt the tears welling, “he doesn’t have any family,” you heard the edge in your voice, but you couldn’t help your response. The stress was taking over you and you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. You didn’t mean to come off as frustrated as you did, but you were still irritated by the needless questions.
The woman looked at you sympathetically, nodding in understanding as you felt Beth beside you take your hand in hers reassuringly. Turning you to her, she grabbed you gently and led you to sit in one of the hard chairs of the waiting area while Sam took over the conversation with the woman at the desk.
“Just sit back, honey. We’ll figure this out, you just breathe, it’s gonna be okay,” she soothed, running her lithe hand up and down your back comfortingly. Sam turned and gestured for Beth to come over to the desk and she did just that. You watch them anxiously, looking for any sign that something was truly wrong, that the worst case scenario had happened, but they kept their backs to you as they spoke.
Not too long later, Beth came back over.
“He’s getting looked after right now. Can’t have any visitors until they finish doing what they need to do, but we can stay here and they’ll keep us updated. But he’s okay, sweetie, he’s alive and breathin’,” she breathed a smile as you nodded frantically, a bit of ease washing over you for a second before you found yourself beginning to cry unabashedly at the relief.
She hugged you tightly as you cried. “He’s okay, he’s gonna be okay,” she repeated softly.
You calmed down as you pulled away, wiping at your bleary eyes, grateful for the lack of other people in the waiting area - no further witnesses to your emotional display.
“He’s okay,” you echoed aloud, nodding, almost as if you were reassuring yourself of that fact while you wiped your tears, taking steadying breaths.
“I’m really sorry, ladies, I have to get back to the station, fill everyone in and see if Franklin or Sanderson has called in yet,”
“What- what happened, Sam? How did he get here?” you asked.
“I’m not too sure yet, but I promise I’m going to find out. She said two officers brought him in and he was unconscious. They told her to call the station and that they were goin’ back on pursuit. I’m hopin’ someone at the station’s heard from ‘em and we’ll figure it out,” he said confidently before turning his eyes fully on Beth, “You call me if you need me before I get back.”
“I will,” she nodded, getting up to give him a quick kiss before he left.
Your head was in your hands as you continued trying to collect yourself, taking deep breaths as you felt your stomach turning again - you knew what that feeling meant. You shot up and scurried right for the bathroom, getting into a stall just in time.
Beth followed you in after a moment, right as you were flushing the toilet before heading to the sink.
You could feel her looking you up and down, attempting to assess you discreetly.
“I’m fine,” you huffed as you looked at her in the mirror.
She bit her lip as she continued looking at you.
“Beth,” you rebuffed, turning to look at her standing beside you.
She looked around the bathroom, just making sure it was really empty before she spoke.
“I’m not trying to upset you anymore than you already are,” she broached carefully, “but maybe, you know, while we’re here you should get a test done. Just to find out, one way or the other,” she suggested, her support and care for you clear in her eyes.
You could feel your lips in a thoughtful pout as your eyebrows worried. “Do you..you think I really might be pregnant?” You knew the answer, but you asked anyway. Beth’s hand came up to rest on your shoulder reassuringly.
“Oh, sweetie,” she spoke softly.
“Oh, god,” you breathed, placing your hand over hers. “Okay,” you nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
You both walk out of the bathroom and go back to the desk to check in to be seen. It was desolate so you didn’t think it’d take long for you to get in. You filled out the standard paperwork and then waited for either your name or Lee’s to be called.
And just as you’d hoped, it wasn’t too long before your name was being called and a nurse took you to a small room not too far beyond the front desk.
The room you were led to smelled sterile, like a doctor’s office, and just like the rest of the building. Your palms were sweating and you felt queasy again.
Question after question was asked, what symptoms you were having, your last sexual encounter, your last cycle, etc., etc.. You don’t know what you were expecting but you just wanted to get the test done and go back out there to wait for any updates on Lee.
“Alright, we just need a urine sample from you and then the technician will get your test. Results won’t be ready for at least two hours,” the nurse recited with little emotion, as if she was speaking off a script.
All you could do was nod as she handed you the cup and riddled off the basic instructions for you to follow.
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You left the room feeling unsure of everything. What would you do if the results came back positive? What would Lee say? What would everyone around town say? You’d be seen as the unwed harlot who got knocked up by the sheriff, your boss, you could hear the church goers gossip now.
You sat quietly by Beth as you continued waiting for any news after being reassured by her that nothing happened while you were being seen.
An hour passed as you and Beth mindlessly flipping through the magazines that had littered the entryway table along the wall.
“Why haven’t we heard anything yet?” you groused.
“Don’t worry yourself, hun,” Beth lightly admonished. “You’re gonna make yourself sick.”
You sighed, knowing she was right.
“I just wanna see him. Make sure he’s okay,”
“I know, believe me, I do. But they’ll let us know as soon as he’s ready for visitors. You know, we should probably get some food in you,” she pointed out.
“We can’t leave,” you responded, sounding frazzled, as if she was insane for even suggesting it.
“We won’t, we can just grab something in the cafeteria. I’ll tell ‘em where we’re going in case they call us,” she said, leaving no room for argument as she went to the desk to let the ladies know where you’d be.
You followed her to the cafeteria which was just as empty as the waiting area with the exception of the few staff who were scattered around the food hall eating their lunches and mid shift snacks.
Beth got food for the both of you as you sat at the table nearest the door, in case anyone came in looking for you.
You thanked her as she sat across from you, handing you a tray of food. You eyed the sandwich on the tray warily, not sure you were up to eating.
“I know you don’t have the results just yet, but in case you are,” her eyebrows raised as she eyed you knowingly, “you gotta at least try to get something down. You haven’t eaten all day, you need to.”
You looked at her, nodding, “I know, you’re right.”
You reached for her hand across the table and squeezed it meaningfully. “Thank you,” you said in a near whisper, “for everything. You’re a really great friend, Beth,” you smiled tightly with tears in your eyes.
“I’m always here for you, you know that,” she smiled back, returning the squeeze to your hand before you went to your lunches.
You munched a carrot, watching as Beth took a bite of her sandwich. You needed confirmation it was edible before you would try it.
She looked up to meet your eye, chuckling at your raised brow and skeptical look. “It’s not bad, I swear,” she said after swallowing her bite.
“If I get sick again, I’m blaming you,” you laughed lightly.
Just as you were going to grab the sandwich, your name being called had your head shooting up, meeting the eye of the same nurse you’d been seen by earlier. You swallowed hard, you knew what this had to be.
“Could you follow me, ma’am,” she prompted. You stood and looked to Beth, sharing a nod before following behind the woman.
You only found your voice once you were in the hallway, “You have my results?” you asked trepidatiously.
“Oh, no. They should be ready soon, though,” she said without looking back at you as she continued leading you down the hallway. She must have sensed your confusion as she stopped a few feet from a closed door.
“Sheriff Bodecker asked to see you,” she supplied as she gestured to the door behind her.
Your eyes widened, as you hurried past her to the door, why the hell didn’t she say that sooner?
“Be careful with him,” she bid as you took a second to open the door gently, trying to calm down from all the emotions swirling around inside you.
You pushed open the door and peaked in. The second you saw Lee’s bright blue eyes looking over, you felt your heart squeeze and you nearly ran to his bedside, eyes filled to the brim with tears on the brink of falling.
“Hi darlin’,” he said, a lopsided grin on his pretty lips as he immediately stretched his right arm out for you to hug him.
“I was so worried,” you blubbered as you held onto him, trying to be careful with him before you pulled away to look him over. His left bicep was bandaged and you looked back to his face, worry etched all over your own once again.
“What happened?”
He released a heavy sigh, taking your hand in his and urging you to sit on the bed with him. Your full attention was on him as he ran his thumb on your hand soothingly.
“Goddamn Gates,” he cursed. “Son of a bitch was drunk and beating on Judy again. Franklin and Sanderson couldn’t get him to open the door and called me down there, sayin’ Gates would only speak to me. I got there and he opened up, I went inside to talk to ‘em, make sure Judy was alright and he was rantin’ and ravin’ about how he hadn’t touched a drink all week, all the while reekin’ the stuff. Judy said she was done, had enough of him finally and wanted him out. Then, I don’t know where he got it from, but all of a sudden he was waving a gun around, yellin’ about how he wasn’t goin’ to jail.
I turned to tell Judy to go outside and the fucker shot me. Tried to hit me in my chest but he’s a shit shot even when he’s not drunk off his ass,” he turned to show you his left arm, “bullet went straight through, they said it didn’t hit anything, so it just needs to heal up and I’m fine.”
“God, Lee,” you exhaled, your distress clear in your voice.
“They said you were unconscious when you got here?” you brought up, needing to know the full story.
“I wasn’t unconscious,” he denied, lip twitching up at the corner. “I was pretty out of it, though,” he admitted.
“He’d shoved past me to the back door when he heard the front door open and I was too focused on my arm to stop myself from falling. Hit my head on the corner of their table pretty hard,” he grimaced. “Have a concussion, but-”
“Oh my god,” you interjected as you got closer to him, gently running your hand through his cropped hair.
“I’m fine,” he finished, taking your hand in his. The look in his eye as he stared at you had your heart skipping a beat. Gleaming with adoration and love. Not a bit of worry for himself, his full focus on you.
“If anything had happened to you,” you breathed, not even wanting to think about how much worse today could have gone, “I-”
You couldn’t even finish talking as he pulled you into him, holding you as best he could with just his right arm.
Pulling away after a moment, you looked in his eyes, hoping yours got across all the feelings you didn’t have the words to properly express before you leaned back into him and kissed him more tenderly than you ever had before.
“I love you, Lee Bodecker,” you whispered against his lips. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“Sweetheart,” he whispered in return. “I don’t think I ever really knew what love was before I met you.”
You smiled as your foreheads pressed together, noses touching lightly. Lee pulled back from you then and the glimmer in his eyes had you wanting to do nothing more than wrap him in your arms and lay with his head resting on your chest, the kind of peace, comfort, and love you’d always dreamed of, the kind you’d found with him, were the only feelings you wanted to focus on. He caressed your cheek gently before looking down and taking your hand in his once more.
There was something building in the air, an anticipation. You didn’t know where the feeling came from but it had you on the edge of your seat.
Looking back up from your hand in his, Lee’s eyes met yours.
“I wasn’t plannin’ on asking you like this, but if today’s reminded me of anything, it’s that life is short,” he said sincerely while you stared at him, eyes rounded as you forced yourself to take a deep breath. “Gates’ aim had been better, I might not be here with you right now. I might not have ever gotten the chance to tell you just how stupidly in love I am with you,” he smiled. “How your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. How lookin’ in your eyes makes me feel like there’s hundreds of butterflies flying around in my stomach, how you make me feel like I’m walking on air when you look at me. And how thankful I am to have met you, how lucky I am you let me love you, and have given me the honor of bein’ yours for as long as you have now,”
You could feel your eyes watering for what must have been the tenth time that day as you waited for him to ask what you thought he was going to, squeezing his hand encouraging him to go on.
“Darlin’, you’re my whole world. And I can’t go another minute without you knowing just how serious I am about you, just how much I want, need you in my life. And however long I’m here on this earth for, whether it’s another month or thirty years, I want it to be with you… I want it all with you, everything.
I want you to move in with me, I want you to take my name, and I want to start a family with you, I-...”
A family. You almost lost it when he said those words, but you held it together another second…Then you heard your name leaving his lips and the tears began to slide gently down your cheeks.
“Will you marry me?” he asked softly.
Your heart about burst at the question as your lip wobbled, holding his hand tighter than you had before, making sure this was really happening and you weren’t just dreaming it. As you opened your mouth to answer him, the door opened with no notice and startled you as you shot your head over to see who was interrupting the intimate moment. It was the same nurse from earlier, but this time she had a chart with her, holding the file in her arm.
“This can’t wait?” Lee asked gruffly.
“I’m sorry to interrupt Sheriff, but I’m not here for you,” she turned her gaze to you then, “We have your test results, hon.” Your eyes went wide and your stomach felt queasy all over again at the sudden reality, anxiousness coursing through you. The idea of a family with Lee wasn’t just a nice idea to look forward to in a few years. The possibility was very real right here and now. You knew it’d be okay, whatever the results were, but still. Why was there so much going on today, you could hardly keep up physically let alone emotionally.
“Test results?” Lee questioned, you could hear the worry in his voice and as you turned to look back at him, you saw the concern on his face as he looked between you and the nurse. “What test?”
“Just,” you took his face in your hands gently, “just one second,” you assured him without answering his question, kissing him softly before following the nurse to just outside the door.
“Well, I’ll get right to it, it looks like what we suspected. Test came back positive, you’re pregnant,” she said, offering you a smile.
You knew that was coming, you knew it. But it still hit you like a ton of bricks. You felt like you were in shock, but you weren’t really shocked at all. You smiled back, before nodding.
“Oh,” you exhaled with a breathy laugh, “okay. Thank you,” you said as she walked back down the hall, leaving you to digest the news. You stood there for a moment until Lee calling your name prompted you to go back in the room, worried he’d get up and come check on you if you didn’t.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asked gently as he pulled you back to near his bedside the second you got close enough to touch.
You worried your lip before meeting his eye. That look was there again, it always was. His bright blue eyes shining with nothing but concern for you. Filled with his need to comfort you, protect you, love you. You couldn’t help your eyes watering or the smile that broke out across your face as you admired him, taking a breath before you spoke.
“How would you feel…” you started, trying to not let your tears overtake you just yet, “about starting that family a little sooner rather than later?” you questioned shyly, eyes set on your hand in his while trying to hold the tears back a little longer.
“What are you talkin’ about, sugar?”
You looked up, meeting his eye and taking a deeper, more grounding breath before speaking again.
“I’m pregnant,” you announced, exhaling shakily. His eyes widened after a second while he took in what you’d just said,
“You’re pregnant?” he repeated, the corner of his lips quirking up. You nodded in response. He breathed a laugh in disbelief and you swore the smile that shone on his face was the most beautiful sight you’d ever seen.
You laughed in return, a relief and calm washing over you as you let your tears fall and watched as Lee’s own eyes watered at the news. He grabbed you, trying to pull you onto the bed with him. “You’re pregnant!” he beamed.
“Lee!” you laughed, “Be careful, you’re still hurt,” you objected.
“I’ve never been better in my life, darlin’,” he grinned, tugging you still.
You relented and gingerly laid down next to him, his right arm wrapping around your waist, palm resting carefully on your belly while you nuzzled into him. Turning your face up to look at him, Lee was already staring at you. You leaned up to meet his lips, indulging in a sweet kiss that was full of your love for one another, growing deeper the longer you held the kiss before you parted.
“You haven’t answered my question, sweetheart,” he simpered, eyeing you adoringly.
“Right,” you agreed, the proposal he’d just finished before the nurse walked in fresh in your mind. “What was it that you asked me again?” you feigned innocence, both of you smiling knowingly. There were stars in your eyes as you looked at him, elation filling you as he gazed back with a look akin to your own.
“I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you, there’s nothing I want more than to marry you and start this family with you,” he said, rubbing your tummy as he spoke. “Will you marry me?”
You nodded, smiling up at him. “Yes,” you breathed a laugh. “Of course I will, I’ll marry you.”
Reaching up to kiss him again, you held his cheek in your hand.
“You’re gonna be my husband,” you grinned.
Lee laughed and kissed you once more. “Damn right, I am.”
“Okay, as much as I wanna lay with you, one of us is gonna end up falling off this bed,” you joked, moving to sit up. He let you sit up without an argument, only sighing in disappointment at the loss of you laying next to him. He took your left hand in his as he held it, his touch featherlight as his thumb rubbed along your ring finger.
“We’ll go down to the jeweler’s tomorrow,” he told you. “Gonna get you a ring, whichever one you want,” he smiled at you. You gave a tight lipped smile in return as you suddenly began worrying about what people would say. He knew the second you started to worry, gripping your hand more firmly, but his hold was still gentle, just enough to get your head back to the present. You looked at him, taking a breath.
“What are people gonna say? When they find out I’m pregnant before we’ve gotten married?” you asked, letting him know what you were worrying about.
“Sweetheart, it doesn’t matter what they think or what they have to say. You don’t need to worry about a thing. It ain’t nobody's business anyway,”
“Might not be their business but that isn’t gonna stop them from talking. I remember all those awful things they said about Susan not two years ago. Nearly ran her right out of town, all the whispers and judgy looks she’d get whenever she went anywhere without Bill,” you said, shaking your head at the memory. Those church women were especially cruel to her. You didn’t want to be the next talk of the town. You and Lee both were already on thin ice with the lot of them for your so called “work affair”.
“Darlin’, if anyone has anything bad to say about you, they’ll be dealin’ with me. No one’s gonna make my girl - my wife, the mother of my child, feel bad for any reason. I’ll make damn sure of it,” he promised you.
You rolled your eyes playfully at his instance no one would talk about you, but his words were comforting nonetheless. He was right, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. You were happy and in love and you wouldn’t change a single thing, pregnant out of wedlock or not. And the way you lit up hearing him call you his wife, and the mother of his child had you giddy all over.
“Only reason those ladies would talk about you is because they’re jealous anyway,” he added, making you laugh again. “I mean it, sugar. You’ll be the talk of the town for all the right reasons. You’re already like a damn starlet walking around gracing all of us small town folk with your beauty,” he smiled, kissing your cheek as you rolled your eyes again at his ridiculous compliments. Ridiculous to you, at least. Because Lee meant every word he said.
“You’re gonna make the most beautiful bride and the prettiest mama this town has ever seen. I can’t wait to watch you get heavy with our baby. Can’t wait to watch you walk down the aisle, straight to me,” he simpered. You smiled demurely. Kissing him softly once more.
“We’ve got a lot of plannin’ to do,” Lee pointed out.
“You’ve got a lot of healin’ to do, Sheriff. We’ll figure everything else out in due time,”
Lee smirked, eyeing you like he wanted to argue that he was fine, but decided against it.
“Well, the doc said I could go home soon, and seein’ as I’ll be taking tomorrow off, we’ll have plenty of time to get your ring at least.”
“Lee,”
“Don’t try and argue, sweetheart. I want everyone to see a ring on your finger as soon as possible, let ‘em all know you’re mine, no question about it.”
“As if you haven’t made that obvious already,” you said, raising a brow at him.
“Reminders never hurt. Besides, a girl like you deserves to have a diamond on that finger. Show it off to all those Betties who like to gossip, give ‘em something to talk about,” he smiled.
“Give it another month, they’ll have plenty to talk about, I’m sure,” you said with a dry laugh, looking down at your stomach.
Lee considered you for a moment before talking.
“Move in with me,” he said.
You looked at him quizzically.
“Well, duh,” you smiled.
“This weekend. I’ll hire movers, we’ll get you settled by Sunday,” he said, almost begging, wanting to get ahead of the refusal he was sure you’d have at trying to move so soon knowing he was still healing.
Your eyes softened as you looked at him, “Okay,” you agreed, earning a grin from him in return as he nodded and visibly relaxed.
“The guest room is already clean, it’ll be easy enough to turn it into a nursery,” he added. You smiled at his happiness, the emotion evident on his face. And your heart soared at the way he was so ready for this, as if he’d been waiting for everything to fall into place, waiting for this to start with you. He was already planning everything out in his head, you could practically see the wheels working as he thought.
“You’re gonna be an amazing dad, you know that?” you breathed.
He smiled softly at you, looking like his mind was far off for just a second before he came back to himself. “You’re gonna be an amazing mom,” he responded. “We’re gonna do this together, we’re gonna do our best, do everything we can for this little one,”
“And for each other,” you added, wanting to remind him you’d always be there for him, too. You were a family now, undeniably. It was like everything had changed in your lives in a matter of hours, but the one thing that would stay the same was your love for one another. Trials and unforeseen changes, be they good or bad, only solidified that knowing you had deep down. You were it for each other. And your love only grew stronger with each day.
He nodded, still smiling as he gently let go of your hand, moving to rest his palm on your belly again, you put your hand over his and when you looked at him again, his eyes were shining as tears filled his eyes.
“Seems crazy to say, considerin’ I was shot and concussed and all, but I think this is the best damn day of my life,” he laughed breathily as a few tears fell. You were quick to wipe them from his cheeks as you took his face in your hands delicately, laughing softly in turn, your thumb gently brushing his cheek as you leaned your head to his.
“Whole lot to process,” you mused. “But you’re here. And you’re okay. And we’re having a baby,” you repeated, your smile growing wider.
“And you’re gonna make me your wife,” you nearly whispered as your lips brushed his. “I could see how it’s one of the best when you look at it like that.”
Lee simpered as he leaned into you before closing the distance between your lips and kissing you tenderly.
“But you have to promise me something, Lee,” you urged, making sure he was looking in your eyes, wanting him to see how serious you were. “Your main focus right now is on healing. I don’t want you rushing anything, alright? I just need you to get better, I need you to be okay. And I know you’re gonna say you’re fine, but I mean it, Lee,”
“I promise,” he swore, his hand holding yours, keeping your touch to his cheek before he pulled it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “You have my word.”
You schooled your face, not wanting to let on your surprise at his lack of pushback. “Good,” you said satisfied, pulling your hands back to rest in between your bodies, but not letting go of each other.
“Now, you have to promise me something,” he said.
You eyed him, waiting for him to continue.
“You have to promise you won’t get mad.”
“Why would I get mad?” You asked. He took a beat before speaking matter of factly.
“You’re fired.” You blinked at him, confused for just a second before his words registered.
“Excuse me?” you said incredulously.
“You’re carrying my baby in there, no way I’m gonna have you working. No need for it,” he answered as if it was obvious.
“No need for it?” you scoffed. “I’ll tell you one thing for sure, Mr. Bodecker. You’d be completely lost without me. In fact, this is a perfect example of why you need me at the station. Had I been there when they tried to call you in, I would’ve told those two bozos to figure it out themselves. Too damn lazy to do their job is what it was. You never should’ve been down there to begin with. They’re officers, for Christ’s sake! They could’ve easily gotten him to open up, they just didn’t want to deal with it. And where were they when you were inside, huh? Not talking to Judy, were they. Probably guzzling their coffee, leaning along their cruiser while they talked about baseball or whatever the hell else it is they talk about, meanwhile you’re getting shot at by some wife beatin’ drunk all because they can’t be bothered to do their damn jobs. Left you all alone in there with no one to watch your back, that’s reckless and dangerous and they’re so damned lucky you’re alright, because I swear, had anything worse happened to you, Lee -,” you ranted, not realizing how truly angry you had been beneath the fear and worry you felt for Lee.
“Alright, alright, I hear you, darlin’. Take it easy,” he said, trying to calm you while hiding the look of amusement and pride threatening to break across his face at your impromptu lecture and ranting.
You took a deep breath, shaking your head. “And I know for a fact your files would be an unorganized mess and your paperwork would always be half done without me there to assist you,” you huffed.
“You’re not firing me, Lee,” you said, defiant and definitively. “If anyone is gettin’ fired today, it should be those two idiots, not me.”
Lee considered you for a second, biting on his tongue in thought before he huffed out a laugh through his nose. “I’ll make you a deal, then. I’ll give you five months workin’ your normal days but as soon as your last trimester hits, I don’t want you so much as lifting a finger in that station,” he said, giving you a look that left little room for argument.
You narrowed your eyes at him as you considered it. Five months is a lot of time to make things work in your favor…
“Fine,” you agreed, making your dissatisfaction clear in your tone.
“Don’t give me that look, sugar, you’re gonna kill me with those eyes,” he bemoaned. “I’m already hurt as it is, darlin’,” he gave you his best puppy eyes as he took your hand in his again.
“Well speakin’ of not lifting a finger at the station,” you repeated his sentiment, “You’re gonna be taking a lot longer than just one day off, Sheriff.”
“That so?”
“That is so. And don’t think for one second that you’ll be out patrolling until your arm is completely healed,” you said firmly.
“I think you think it’s a lot worse than it is, sweetheart. I’ll be good as new by next week,” he assured you.
You looked down at his hand in yours and squeezed it, more as a comfort to yourself than anything. “A week, then,” you said, a soft plea disguised under your tone of faux authority. “The whole week. You’re gonna be home, you’re not going on a single call.”
“Hey,” he called, bringing your attention to him, “I’m alright,” he insisted while his eyes were intent on you.
You took a second, looking in his eyes for reassurance and then nodded. “Okay,” you breathed, looking away, feeling that familiar tingling in your nose as you blinked back a fresh wave of tears.
“No more tears, darlin’. Look at me,” he ordered gently. “You’re okay.”
“‘M not worried about me,” you muttered as you met his eye again.
“I know I can’t keep you from worrying’ about me, but darlin’, you really don’t need to.”
“You know how ridiculous it is to hear you say that as you’re layin’ in a hospital bed?” you snapped before your voice quavered as it rose, “You could’ve died, Lee!
And you’re tellin me I don’t need to worry about you?” you scoffed, you looked at him incredulously before you really saw him, laying there hurt and vulnerable whether he wanted to admit it or not, and you softened instantly. It wasn’t him you were so upset at. “You’re the love of my life, Lee,” your voice shook despite you trying to reign in the emotion. “I’m always gonna be worried about you, even if you aren’t worried about yourself. Which, you know, now, you have to. You have to worry because I’m not gonna be raising a little baby Bodecker all on my own,” you tried to ease up as you sniffled, wiping at your eyes.
“I’m sorry, darlin’,” he sighed, regret in his eyes. “I think we just need to go home and relax together. Focus on all the good we got out of today instead of the bad. All this stress can’t be good for the baby, neither.”
You rubbed at your face, growing tired from the whirlwind you’d been through today.
“No,” you shook your head with a sigh of your own, “I’m sorry.” Your hand was on his thigh, your thumb absentmindedly soothing across it as you breathed. “I didn’t mean to get upset - I’m not upset. Not with you, anyway. I just - I’m sorry,” you breathed, not knowing how to properly put into words what you were thinking or feeling, only frustrating yourself further.
“None of that,” he chided as he sat further up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed with you.
“Lee, don’t do that!”
“They didn’t say I couldn’t move,” he argued. “In fact, they said someone’d be in here soon to show me how to dress the wound while it heals and then I can go home. Hand me my pants, sugar?”
You eyed him unbelieving but stood and grabbed his pants anyway, bringing them over for him. He moved his left arm gingerly as he tried to pull them further up his legs once he had his feet through so you took hold of them and helped slide them up for him. You zipped the zipper and buttoned them closed. “Want your belt on, too?”
“No. Thank you, darlin’.” He took the gown he was still wearing off and sat shirtless as he looked to you.
“‘Course,” you said as you took his face in your hands, standing before him. You watched as he let himself revel in the warmth of your touch, sighing heavily as he closed his tired eyes and leaned into your palm.
“Maybe a week off will do me some good,” he mused. “Plus if I’m not there, no reason for you to be, either.”
“Who’s gonna make sure your paperwork gets finished if I’m not there? Or redirect your calls?” you asked as you moved your hands from his face, running your fingers soothingly through his short, dark brown hair instead.
“That’s what the front desk ladies are for. You could use the time off, too. We’ll have our own little vacation,” he sweet talked as he stared up at you like you were his whole world.
“A whole week…” you pondered aloud. “We should use that time well,” you suggested.
“What do you have in mind?”
You shrugged your shoulders as you bit your lip. “I don’t know... What do you think about eloping?”
Lee’s eyes widened as he looked at you confused and almost shocked.
“You want a shotgun wedding?” he asked.
“You don’t have to call it that,” you said, embarrassed. Taking a breath as your hands fell gently to his shoulders. “You want to run for reelection, don’t you?”
Lee nodded in response, and you could see the dots connecting as he did with a sigh of his own.
“You and I both know how important the church vote is for you. Doubt they’ll be all too happy with their chosen sheriff moving his pregnant girlfriend into his home before they’re married.” Lee rolled his eyes but knew you were right.
“Just doesn’t seem fair to you,” he said.
“I think I prefer it,” you replied with a small smile. “Less stress around planning,” you offered.
“If that’s what you want, babydoll, that’s what we’ll do. As long as you’re happy. And as long as I get to call you my wife once it’s all said and done,” he smirked as he pulled you closer to him with his right arm around your waist, “I’m happy, too. And if it helps my approval ratings, well that’s just the cherry on top of the sundae.”
You laughed as you bent to place a kiss to his forehead which he gratefully accepted before he rested his head against your tummy, placing a kiss of his own to your stomach as his hand rubbed your lower back.
“I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you. Grow this little family of ours,” he smiled affectedly. “Wouldn’t want any of this with anyone else. Only you. The good and the bad, I’ll take all of it as long as I know I’ll have you by my side.”
“You’ll always have me by your side,” you promised as you looked down at him, your adoration, devotion, and love to him and your future family together gleaming brightly in your eyes. “Always.”
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Hi! I just saw your recent dazai x reader post and saw that the request is open soooo I want to request something.
Uhh if by any chance you know Tokyo revengers could you do Reader as Emma Sano? Dazai as Draken and Ranpo as Mikey like the scenario takes place during the prison arc and the vampire thingy and during that time Reader died the same way Emma Sano died and she was killed by Fukuchi in order to weaken the ADA and Dazai was informed by Ango about her death , you know just some good ol angst ehehehehe. I hope this request somehow makes sense and Thank you in advance! 🥰(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Last Soul
Summary: They swear as they see, she will be the last soul they will sacrifice for the battle.
Dazai x Fem!Reader ft Ranpo's SisterMasterlist
Tysm for the request! I have watched tr a little and I mainly surfed the web, Hope this doesn't disappoint you, I tried to co-relate both the scenarios as close as possible! Hope this fulfill your request
Atsushi and Y/N were on the way escaping Fukuchi, Akutagawa helped them escape, but on a cost of what? His life.
Everything was spinning and going to fast. They merely escaped the attacks by Fukuchi. Y/N couldn't help out much except for the fact she didn't contribute much of defense and combat skills.
She was didn't own any ability, just like her brother Ranpo, who was too denial to say he didn't own one too.
They were running through the forest with Poe's book in hand which had her brother trapped.
This was going to much for her, she wanted to live normally for god sake.
It happened so fast.
One moment she was beside Atsushi running away, and the next moment her body lied on the ground beside where Atsushi stood.
She was injured by Fukuchi's sword.
It came ripping through the thin air, and before either of those two could react, the sword pierced through her body and Y/N could react nothing but cough blood as she fell down in the pool of blood that was hers.
Ranpo didn't know what to say
He came out of the book solving the mystery to see his sister, lying on the ground as Atsushi stood still. He caught the light of the sword that reflected in his eyes, knowing damn well what had happened. He dropped on his knees as his body weakened to see his sister's body on the ground.
"Atsushi What happened...?"
"I AM SORRY RANPO-SAN THE SWORD JUS-JUST CAME THROUG-GH AND-D"
"ATSUSHI PICK HER UP WE NEED TO REACH YOSANO......DONT WORRY Y/N"
Ranpo was beyond angry.
Y/N seemed to gain conciseness when they reached near the base, and Ranpo was relieved a little, but his happiness didn't seemed to last long as she took her last breathe almost saying 'take care' right at the entrance, smiling.
Silence.
That was what could they all hear. Eyes diluting, tears streaming down as a silence scream escaped Ranpo, as he stared at his sister, who's soul completely slipped her body, which now was dropped on the ground, where Atsushi regained his human form.
" Tell me this a sick joke you pull Y/N, You know Dazai Loves you back right? Y/N-" Ranpo said, his voice cracking as he spoke.
"Y/N please, wake up you wanted to start a family right? With Dazai, and you even thought so far on picking the colours of the walls for your kid, Please Y/N, you cant throw away all of this you cant-" Ranpo's voice cracked, as he held his sister's body in denial.
Atsushi could only place a hand on ranpo's shoulder as a sign of comfort, unsure of the next motive of either parties.
Ango, Who watched the scene unfold, didn't say much but still shed a tear, knowing well he had to be professional in the battlefield.
Now the problem for Ango was, to convey this message to Dazai.
As the usual time passed, Ango sat once again to decode and code the messages between him and Dazai
Sending the coded Message to Dazai, Ango could only hope that this doesn't change the direction of the war.
Dazai didn't know how to react.
Y/N L/N was dead. The Y/N who he spent time with, who actually cared for him other than his late friend Odasaku , and The Y/N who he never confessed his love to.
"Say Dazai, didn't you hear it yet?" Fyodor smiled, who sat across him in another cube smiling wickedly seeing his enemy in denial.
"If this didn't exist, I would have made sure you didn't see another day" Dazai announced as his head slowly raised up and you could see the maniac beast he held close rise up, little by little just like it had when he made his first kill.
"I will make sure you pay the prize of this act Fyodor Dostoevsky, she will be the last soul sacrificed for this battle."
Help i went through my notes the other day for this request and
Welcome Dazai Sazai
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Will you please do “I could never get tired of you.” for Tommy from the fluff prompts?
Hi there, anon! Thanks so much for sending this in!! Sorry it took a little bit to get to. I hope you enjoy the story! 🥰❤️
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Something Keeping You Up?
Tommy Shelby
Warnings: none
(Y/N) decides to go into Tommy’s office late one night to find out for herself why he hasn’t joined her in bed yet.
She’d already put on her nightgown and had her hair pinned up out of her face, but (Y/N) wasn’t quite ready for bed yet. It’d been tough getting to sleep these last few nights, and she knew the exact reason why. Tommy wasn’t in bed with her.
She figured it was just the business he was dealing with on the first night. After the second night, she thought that maybe his meeting got pushed back a few days. Now, Tommy was going on his fifth night of staying in his office well past the time that his wife put their three year old to bed.
Sure, helping out with Charlie’s bedtime routine wasn’t an everyday thing that Tommy did, but partaking in her routine was something he did nightly. So now that he was absent, she felt like she was missing a part of herself.
Tonight, however, things were going to change. She’d become adament on that. So she made her way to the wing of the house that held his office and knocked gently on the door. His muffled response telling her to come in came short after, so she did just that.
“Having trouble sleeping?” Tommy asked her as he took his glasses off and sat them down on the pile of papers he’d been working through.
“As a matter of fact, I am,” (Y/N) answered him as she walked into the office.
“Something keeping you up?” he asked another question, his brows furrowed.
“Yes,” she didn’t even try to beat around the bush.
“What is it?” he sounded slightly worried now.
“You’re not in bed with me,” she gave her answer almost immediately after he was finished speaking. Tommy raised his eyebrows as he heard his wife’s complaint. She decided to elaborate more on her initial statement, “you always come to bed with me, but you’ve not come in once this entire week,” a slight pout formed on her face as she then asked a question in a hushed voice, “are you tired of spending time with me?”
(Y/N) was afraid to hear his answer. She knew that she was probably overreacting to the situation, and that he was probably just tied up with his work, but she couldn’t stop herself from wondering it. And once she was wondering it, she knew that she could either continue worrying about it and let it fester, or she could come right out and ask him about it.
Tommy was shocked by her sudden question, and the worries she expressed with it. “I could never get tired of you, love,” he told her, his voice unwavering as he spoke with sincerity.
“No?” she timidly checked to make sure, hating that she probably sounded like a small child as she said this.
“No,” he affirmed, shaking his head for extra effect, “I’ve been putting more time into checking over these acquisitions that the company has taken on. Ada’s given me some idea on them, but I can’t be too sure, so I wanted to look over it myself,” he explained the reason behind him being locked in his office until such a late hour. “I’m sorry that I’ve made it seem like I’d rather be spending time on this instead of with you,” he added at the end.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. Just him affirming the fact that she was overthinking this whole situation turned her night around. Tommy sat back in his chair then and pushed his thumbs against his eyelids as he let out a sigh.
“Tired?” (Y/N) hazarded a guess, hoping she was still able to read his non-verbal cues.
“Very,” he agreed with her, the strain in his voice emphasizing the fact.
“Why don’t you come to bed with me?” she then suggested, her one eyebrow quirked as she finished speaking.
He dropped his hands to his lap and looked over at his wife, making her think that he was thinking over his options for a few moments. “That doesn’t sound half bad,” he then told her, his decision making her smile.
“Perfect,” she said, giddiness apparent in her voice. The sound of it made him smile. “Come to bed with me, Tommy Shelby,” she said to him then, and that was all he needed to stand from his chair and take the hand she’d stretched out in his direction.
“Gladly, (Y/N) Shelby,” he responded with a grin as he allowed her to lead them to their master suite.
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Rodimus feeling something weird and panicking because he thinks something is wrong with the sparkling only to realize it was kicking.
It’s an odd time when his sparkling makes their presence and new development known.
It’s late in the evening and Soundwave is recharging beside him. Tired from a long days work and countless negotiations that he scheduled today so he could take creator leave to be with Rodimus.
He would be working from home now sure but the change was more than welcome in Rodimus optics since he could bask in his sparkmates em field.
He was having a hard time getting comfortable in berth lately. Not something he told Soundwave in hopes of helping his mate stay stress free or at least try to anyway.
Like tonight just as he did the last two nights he slowly shifted and wiggled from berth and stood on sore pedes for a moment. Holding the berth post before waddling out, servo on his stretched out tank while the other opened the door to their home.
He stood outside looking at their galaxies moons and nebula as he shifted and rubbed his tanks.
Odd feeling in his racing spark and fluttering engine that melted in tune with his spoiler before a jolt caught him off guard from his tanks. He gasped gripping his middle fearing he was going into emergence. The emotion crossed the bond and before he could blink his optics Soundwave was griping his frame and asking question after question.
“Rodimus what are you doing out here?! Why aren’t you in berth?! Whats wrong? Is it the sparkling? Are you in emergence? What is it?!”
Rodimus was starting to sob with coolant leaking his optics when he felt the familiar jolt again in the same spot.
Something in his processor stalled and his spark felt tingly and warm. He decided to listen to his frame and put a servo on Soundwave’s chassis for both their sakes. Taking a deep vent he put his servo over the spot of his lower tank closest to Soundwave and felt the little jolt once more.
Optics shining with coolant for a different reason as he quickly grabbed Soundwave’s servo and placed it on his tank.
He smiled in a daze as he felt the familiar, slightly heavy and welcome thump of a sparkling, their sparkling.
“They kicked,” he sobbed for an entirely new reason, optics alight with his conjunx following.
“They kicked,” Soundwave said astonished, rushing his and Rodimus servo around his tanks to feel for the next movement.
Laughing carefree as he felt the next movement.
“They’re moving, Rodimus they’re moving! Our bitlet. They’re really in there,” he joyed aloud uncaring of the late hour.
Rodimus couldn’t be bothered to worry for the neighbors as he and Soundwave stood outside their home, servos clasped as they enjoyed the feeling of their sparkling moving for the very first time.
He looked his mate in the optics and whispered, “I love you,” pressing their helms together.
“I love you too. Both of you,” Soundwave elated, pressing closer, “both of you.”
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i always see sunshine spence! x grumpy cat!reader but i was wondering if you could write smth about it being the other way around!!
i imagine it with older season spence (post prison even) with a gf who’s a bit younger and away more perky than he is!! but you can do it whichever way you’d like :))
Thank u for this request! I hope this is okay🥰🥰 (0.9k)
The Bau is buzzing with people. You've only been here once before and it was just to get some files with Spencer late at night. And then there was literally no one except for the security guards.
Right now, the place is so busy, you have to step away to the side multiple times just to not get run over.
Spencer called you this morning as he always does. But he seemed very off on the phone, more grumpier than usual. And of course, you as a good girlfriend can't have him sad all day. So here you are, standing in middle of the Bau with no idea where to go.
You got inside by telling the guards, you were coming to see Spencer and that you knew the way to his office. But obviously the second part was a lie. You have no idea what floor Spencer's office is. You think it's either 4th, 5th or 6th floor, but you can't really remember.
You are on the floor 4, but this is definitely not the right one. And because you don't want to look like a fool, exploring every floor until you find Spencer's, you settle on calling him.
He picks up, as you step into the elevator, "Hi, sweetheart. Is everything okay?"
"Hi Spence, everything is great. Remember when we went to get your files, that one night?" you ask with giddy smile on your face as you push the button of the 5th floor.
"Of course, I do."
"What floor did we go to? Was it 6?" you ask as unsuspiciously as you can.
"No, it was the 5th-"he starts to say as the elevator stops there.
You notice his tall frame in the distance, so you say, "never mind, I got it."
"Wha-"before he can asks, you hang up. You can see the big frown on his face even from the distance, his confusion makes you giggle.
You are not even a bit surprised, when your phone's starts ringing. You don't pick up, you quickly walk towards him. Poor guy, he is so focused on the phone call, that he doesn't even notice you as you near his desk.
"Hi" you greet him and giggle again, when he looks at you with wide eyes and open mouth.
"Y/N? W-what are you doing here?" Spencer puzzles.
"You seemed sad on the phone call this morning," you pouts, " so I thought I'd come see you and bring you lunch."
You are smiling so much at him, that Spencer already feels better, "sweetheart, you didn't need to come all the way here."
"But I wanted to, couldn't leave you grumpy all day, could I?" you tease him, " and I'm pretty sure, you didn't even eat breakfast."
Seeing his guilty face, you know, you are right. You know he tries to eat something else than a coffee for you, so you don't say anything to that.
"I also brought you some cookies" you smile at him.
"Thank you" he says, tugging you close to him for a hug.
"You are very welcome, handsome" you grin at him and look around, before you give him a quick kisses on both of his cheeks. Apparently, it was not enough, because when you pull away to look at him, he is back to frowning.
"Stop frowning so much, Spence" you chuckle.
"It's your fault. You come here looking so pretty to bring me lunch and you don't even give me a kiss" he defends and you think, he's being ridiculous.
"I did kissed you!"
"I want a real kiss, please." You roll your eyes at him, but you comply. The kiss is long enough to make him happy, but not long enough to make people around uncomfortable.
"Thank you, pretty girl and thank you for coming here."
"Of course" he smiles and you return the smile.
"Okay, call me, when you are done, yeah? " you start to pick up your things to leave, but Spencer stops you.
"Wait wait wait, where are you going? Aren't you going to stay?"
"I don't want to bother you at work" you answer, cheeks a little red.
"Nonsense, you could never bother me, lovely. Please stay." He gives you puppy eyes and who are you to say no to that.
"Really? Won't Hotch mind?" you bite your lip, you know Hotch is really sweet, but stern person.
"I'll tell him, I'm taking my lunch break, which is exactly what I'm doing" he grins at you and leans to push another chair next to his.
"Okay,then I'll stay" you sit in the chair and start to tell him all about your morning. Or more like you ramble happily to him about every single detail of your morning. About how you saw your neighbours cat or about how you went to the shop and had to buy a bouquet of flowers, because they reminded you of him and so much more. But Spencer doesn't mind one bit, he could listen to your excited voice all day.
By the time his lunch break ends and you have to leave, your giddy energy makes all his frown lines dissappear.
Later that day, you get a text from Penelope, saying, that the team owes you a big gift basket for saving them from grumpy Spencer. Which honestly makes you giggle ones again and you make a mental note to yourself to bring Spencer lunch more often.
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Sleep Easy
Fandom: Elden Ring
Relationship: Morgott X Fem!Tarnished
AN: I'm sick as a dog and plagued by horny thoughts. I do not condone doing anything like this in real life, its just a really self indulgent kink of mine to be used and taken advantage of by monster men.
This is also an un-official sequel to this post.
Hopefully this will tide ya'll over while I work on chapter 2 of Court of the Immortals. (Next chapter will have Boc in it btw 👀🥰)
Tags: Smut, PWP, Porn with Feelings, Dubious Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Consent is not spoken about but very much given, Somnophilia, Consensual Somnophilia, Drugged Sex, Tarnished being into that shit, Slight Yandere Morgott, just a pinch, Pining, Mutual Pining, Possessive Behavior, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Cum Inflation, Morgott being a pervert, Female Tarnished
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It's been days since he caved and started stealing your clothing, and continued to do so, as shameful as it was…It was torturous, this hunger you started in him. He wanted to feel your velvet heat around his cock, squeezing his knot, so bad, but he didn't want to take the chance of confessing. He wasn’t brave enough to face your rejection.
And one night, when he returns to his office, feeling worn out and frustrated over your constant teasing and his lack of courage, he spies one of his elixir potions on his office desk. It's his sleep potion, one that the castle physician makes for him due to his nightmares.
And he has an idea.
The next evening, you're working in his study together, as usual. You've been teasing him all day with light touches to his broad frame, and whispered words that he knows have to be mocking in some way.
"Morgott my king, would you ever want to have children? I think I'd like to, with the right person. The tiny pitter patter of little feet down the hall..." You mumbled as you pressed against his back. He could feel the soft cushion of your breasts through his robes, so tantalizing...His head filled with images of you waddling down the castle hallways with an engorged belly, your hand being pulled by a much smaller one as children surrounded you and demanded your attention.
You, sitting on his cock above him, cupping your belly and begging him to move your hips for you, please my love I need you to fuck me, please-
His quill snapped in his grip.
He saw your expression out the corner of his eye, mouth open in an adorable 'o' as you stared at the broken stationary.
"Excuse me." He had growled, standing from his desk to grab a new quill (and get away from your sweet cloying scent-deep breaths Morgott, deep breaths-)
And you still continued, even during your shared meal.
You sat across from him, wearing a dress with a deep 'v' that showed off the supple curve of your tits and tummy, crossing an arm underneath the swell of your breasts to push them up even further for him to stare at. You're talking about the things you saw on your ride around the land today, and he still finds himself enraptured by your words.
"I'm glad to see less and less bandit camps lately. I think it's a very good step in the right direction."
Even as he listens to you talk and is distracted constantly by your dress, he's worried his nerves betray his plan. His golden eye darts down to the soup you're enjoying, one sip at a time from your perfect lips.
You don't comment on it tasting any different than usual.
He can see the sleep potion taking effect however, the way your words slow down as you hide more and more yawns from his intense gaze. At one point, you catch his eye as he watches you swallow another mouthful. You smile at him.
"Thank you for ordering my soup for me Morgott. I don't know what the chef did, but it tastes especially yummy tonight."
"...It may be a new ingredient." He offers hesitantly.
"Maybe so...I hope to taste it again soon~" You practically purr at him. He swallows.
Do you know...? No, you couldn't. If you did you would be outraged, right? Jump from your chair to throw the steaming liquid in his face and run away from here, from his perversion. If you had any idea, you would be long gone by now.
You sip another spoonful.
It isn't long before you're saying goodnight through a yawn.
"Oh-dear, I don't know what happened. I felt so energetic earlier and now I'm-" Another stifled yawn, "Hmm, I think I'll head to bed Morgott." You stand from your seat and make your way over to him. You lean against his broad shoulder, your face getting close - so impossibly close - to his cheek.
"Goodnight my King~" You whisper, a soft pressure on his cheek following your words. It isn't until you're closing the door behind you that he realizes you kissed him.
His heart beats wildly in his chest, blood roaring through his veins. His fingers come up to caress the spot your sweet lips had been against a moment before, and he feels his soul thump in his chest.
He thinks about his plan for tonight and feels the guilt settle at the base of spine, swirling and bubbling at his terrible sins.
He slams a fist against the hardwood table. No, no. Guilt or not this is the only way he can truly have you. It's just for one night. Just tonight, he'll have his fill and be done with the whole situation. He can keep the sweet memory of how you feel for the rest of his life and you'll be free to go on with your life, unaware you had been tainted by him.
You could even fall in love with some lucky fool who would never treat you as well as he would, but you'd be happy and unaware of what he stole from you. Just...one night of pleasure.
The only thing he ever let himself want before.
He waits a half hour before he attempts anything.
In the cover of night, the servants are sleeping. Guards watch the hallways, but none so much as flinch at seeing his hulking form. They haven't been spooked by him in...years now. What a strange thought.
Your room is unguarded. Normally he would want a guard patrolling this hallway even more strictly than usual, your precious sleeping form is vulnerable to attack after all. But tonight, he has them scheduled to come later during the night, so no one may see him slip inside your dark room.
As he closes the door behind him, his sensitive ears catch the sound of your soft, gentle breathing. His nose catches something else.
Arousal.
Thick and cloying, the scent permeates your room through and through. He feels dizzy from the sudden onslaught of scent, blood rushing south to swell in his cock. It's already half hard from the smells alone, his sheathe pulling back to reveal its pink head to the cool air. He bites his bottom lip hard, grabbing himself and hissing through his fangs at how sensitive he feels. Precum smears across his palm and drips to the floor, a thick vein along the underside of his cock throbs in time with his heartbeat.
By the Greater Will, what were you doing? What would prompt you to-...to smell like this before you went to sleep?
He can't wait to think about it-his mind pushes the mystery away for another time, another place where your soft, pliant form isn't waiting to be ravished by him. He all but rips his cloak off as he climbs up your mattress, pulling himself to hover over you.
Your face is buried in your pillow as you lay on your stomach, your plush ass facing him. Without even thinking his hands find their way there, squeezing and playing with the flesh as you sleep onwards. You're covered by a thin sheet, unusual for the colder weather you've been having lately, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it. He pulls off the sheet, and his heart stops.
You're completely naked...except for a small satin pair of panties.
His breath leaves him in a rush, a low groan escaping his chest as his eye travels along the skin of your back. His hands join in, pushing and molding the skin beneath as he marvels at how soft and squishy you feel.
Curious, he slips his hands under you, lifting your chest up to squeeze and play with your tits. They feel just as soft as he imagined, and you don't stir from the movement. You lay prone and asleep, in a deep dream.
Satisfied you won't be waking up anytime soon, he lays you back down.
He sits himself carefully across your legs, moving downwards to get a better look at your hips and thighs. His fingers slid under the cloth covering you from him, his gray skin looks so right pressed against your own and tangled in your panties...
He pulls them down, the soft fabric sliding over your skin with no resistance till he stops at your knees. Moving back up, he places both hands back on your ass. You're so small and delicate compared to him-his palms easily cover the expanse of your hips.
It makes his cock throb.
He hooks his hands in between the folds of your cheeks and thighs and spreads them. The scent of your arousal hits his nose full force, and a deep, husky groan leaves him. Slick is leaking from your adorable cunt and all over your closed thighs, gooey strands webbing between lips and skin as the opening to your pussy flutters and squeezes around empty air.
He feels hypnotized by the sight.
Swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth, the Omen leans forwards and licks. Slick cream coats his tongue immediately, warm wetness greeting him. You don't stir from your sleep, still lying against your pillow.
Emboldened, Morgott presses his mouth firmly against your welcoming cunt, his thick tongue sliding out to rub against your folds as his lips suck along your flesh. His reward is more of your slick oozing out, your muscles fluttering against his tongue like a silent call for more. His chin is soaked in your combined juices and his drool, dripping to the sheets below you.
His tongue moves farther down for a stronger lick when it rubs against your engorged clit. For the first time that night you react. Your hips jump as a squeak leaves you, and the Omen feels his blood turn to ice. He freezes in place as your hips drop back into his hold and a small sigh leaves you.
Carefully, he pulls himself away from the tasty treat offered to him to look you over. He leans up and close to your face, watching for any sign that the elixir has worn off and you're about to wake up.
Nothing.
You lay still and silent once more, face relaxed and calm. Breathing perhaps a bit faster than when he first started, but definitely still asleep. He breathes a sigh of relief, falling back to sit on his haunches as his shoulders droop.
You still manage to keep him on his toes, even now.
Morgott shook himself, ruffling his fur and lashing his tail. Foolish, so foolish of him. He's still so nervous about this because he knows how wrong it is.
A glance down at your glistening cunt and he knows that he can't back out now. He...he needs to finish this. To feel that sweet release of cumming deep in your womb, of your gummy walls squeezing him tight as he fucks you...
He moves back over your thighs, settling down comfortably on the soft fat of your legs. His tail wavers back and forth in the air behind him, muscles tense as he continues.
His cock is fully revealed now, pink and gray as it slips out of his sheathe with a slick sound of precum. He gives a sigh of relief as his knot finally pops free, the tension in his abdomen finally relieved. Strings of precum dribble over your skin, pooling in your folds and smearing everywhere his wandering hands massage.
His thumbs hook once more against the warm folds of your cunt, spreading them open to reveal your leaking hole. The muscles still flutter with arousal from his touch, looking so damn empty and fuckable...
You'll be filled soon though. He'll make sure of it.
With firm hands he grabs your hips, making sure no sudden movements from you mess this up. He lowers his throbbing cock towards you, rubbing against the sweet heat of your pussy. He throws his head back and pants into the night air, eye closing in bliss at the feeling.
So warm and soft...such a perfect little fuck hole for his cum, to breed full of his seed and start a line of heirs to the Lyndell throne...
Taking a steadying breath, the King looks down, entranced by the sight of his cock pressing against your opening. He's wanted to do this for so long now...To see his fat cock spread you wide and ruin your sweet cunt for any other man. You won't ever know he did this and yet, the next time you lay with any man, you'll feel the difference, feel how their cock doesn't stretch nearly enough, doesn't go deep enough to press against your womb the way his would.
You'd play with yourself and desperately wish to feel so full again...you'll think of him and cum on strangers' cocks all the while calling his name...
He uses a thumb to press his head against your tight hole, hissing at the squeeze. It seems like it's about to go in when-
It's pushed back out, sliding towards the front of your cunt and rubbing the spines lining his dick against your clit. He pulls back and tries again, and again, and again, each time being pushed back to rub against your sweet folds instead of inside.
The Omen hisses low and quiet, frustration making him impatient.
"Damn thee, little tarnished...of course such an adorable cunt would be so difficult to fuck-" Morgott adjusts himself on his knees, hands gripping your thighs and pulling them further apart. He grunts and pushes the head of his cock against your still too tight opening until finally, with a satisfying 'squish’, the fat head of his cock pushes through and slides inside like your cunt was made for him.
He moans low in his throat as his hips keep moving forward, his cock going deeper, deeper, deeper-
He catches himself from falling on top of you with a shaking hand landing on the pillow next to your face. He hovers above you, panting and shaking, eye closed as he experiences bliss for the first time. Under him, your sleeping form is trembling, your brow furrowing and your mouth open in a silent gasp as small pants leave you. Your hips give a weak buck against his when he finally bottoms out, cock head bumping against the opening of your womb. His ears strain to catch the sound of words leaving you in your sleep.
"M...mor-mmm..." You sigh, nuzzling further into your pillow.
The King sighs as well, dropping his forehead along the curve of your shoulder, pressing soft kisses to the skin under him. You're so beautiful...So beautiful and precious, so sexy and sweet and all his...all his...his...
He pulls his hips back, relishing the tight suction of your cunt refusing to let him leave, to keep him inside you, with you, and thrusts back in hard. The 'smack' of skin against furred skin echoes in your bedchamber followed by the harsh panting and bitten back moans of a desperate King trying his best to breed his chosen mate.
He wants it, wants it all. His left hand moves to grasp your limp one, fingers interlocking as he imagines a ring on your finger, one that's as bright and beautiful as you are. Doing this over and over until your womb is filled with his cum, swollen and heavy till you cry and beg for mercy from him, that you couldn't possibly take one more load in your full tummy. Laying together as his hands rub against the small bump you made together, daydreaming names for your future children as you drift off to sleep.
The fantasy he had this afternoon...of your belly big and round with his child, body changed from having multiple children. Your breasts, big and leaking milk, your body covered in sweet stretch marks for him to trace and kiss as he thanks you for bringing him the gift of life, of family. Your thighs, thick and warm against his ears as he eats your sensitive cunt out for hours at a time to prove his devotion to you.
To worship you like the goddess you are to him...
With a full body shudder he cums, hard, inside your waiting cunt. Fast, hard thrusts over and over as he growls through his teeth, biting his bottom lip so hard it splits and bleeds.
A stray tear falls down the Omen's cheek as he experiences mind blowing ecstasy and heartbreaking disappointment.
His breathing is harsh and fast as he comes down from his high. His eye finally opens to look at the work he's done, the mess he's made of you.
He's not disappointed.
White sticky cum leaks from your abused cunt, a noticeable bump in your opening from his swollen knot stuffing you full. He stares, mesmerized, and watches his cum slowly leak out more as his knot deflates, a small pool of viscous fluid mixing on the bedsheets under you.
Within seconds he starts thrusting again, visions of your womb stretched full of his cum filling his mind. He won't stop till his instinct to breed stops clawing at him.
When dawn breaks, he's no longer in your room. You wake up to the sound of songbirds outside your window, smiling to yourself after such a good sleep.
You are not at all surprised when the slightest movement has you gasping in ecstasy, your cunt spasming as thick globs of cum seep out from your well fucked hole. Your tummy feels bloated and full, and when you turn over and lay a hand over it, you smile at the feel of a noticeable bump under your palm.
Your fingers move down to rub your aching cunt, your clit making you jump and moan from how sensitive it feels. Just a few quick rubs and your cumming hard against your fingers, moaning for your King, lamenting that he's not here now to fuck you again.
A servant knocks on the door.
"Lord Tarnished, are you awake? Shall I fetch you some breakfast?" You think for a moment, a smile coming to your face.
"Not now thank you, but please, do send the King here as soon as possible would you? Tell him it's urgent." You hear footsteps fade away fast, the servant no doubt nearly running to pass on your message.
When Morgott knocks upon your door and steps in, he finds you still laying on your soiled sheets, legs open wide to show off his dirty work.
Your fingers are moving furiously within your stretched hole, your head thrown back as you cum again under his gaze. The King can only stand there, mouth agape as you turn to look at him through hooded eyes.
"Now that your confidence has been built up, this time my love, can I please be awake the next time you ravish me? I promise it's more fun~"
#Elden Ring#Morgott#Morgott The Omen King#Morgott The Grace Given#Morgott X Tarnished#Morgott X Reader#Smut
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Can you write a lovely fluff story between Arisu and female reader who loves get kissed, to get cuddled, to get touched from him (and maybe more) at night?🥰 Maybe something romantic with some kinda sexual parts
♠️ Late night closeness ♠️
A/N: Yo, I'm back and haven't forgot your request yet! As I said in one of my posts, I felt a little sick this one day so I used the next days to recover a little. Plus, I was at work thursday and friday until 6pm, so I was tired and exhausted to be honest. 😬
Nevertheless, here comes your desired story and I hope that you will like it even more. Now that it's finally out. 🫶🏻
Characters: Arisu
POV: fem!reader ; fluff ; slightly sexual content at the end!
Warnings: Includes slightly sexual content, but nothing excessive.
Late at night. To be more precise, it's the perfect time to go to sleep. Just like I always do. Apart from the fact that the surroundings are quiet and empty from dawn to dusk anyway, there is complete darkness all around us. One thing I can't stand since I've been in Borderland. The reason? The red laser beams that shine down from the sky to kill other people whose visas have run out. I know a few idiots who stay up late and look for a higher spot to watch the spectacle. Just to make sure how many will leave this world behind forever - and for sure - today.
Fortunately for me, I also know people who have similar thoughts to mine. People who don't want to see this happen. People who have enough common sense, empathy and decency to look the other way. Call it strength or call it gutlessness.
I want to sleep. Every day, even before the selection takes place. However, my thoughts, which are spinning endlessly in circles, are preventing me from doing so today. My eyes are closed. My back is turned to the window so that I am not even tempted to open my eyes. But as destiny wants it, this shall not be to my disadvantage.
It's a typical time for me to sleep. You lose track of time and space in here, but if I had to guess, it would probably be 10 pm by now. Maybe half past ten at night. So I'm not surprised that the mattress behind me lowers a little, that the blanket is lifted slightly and then gets straightened again. So that I too can enjoy a comfortable and peaceful night's sleep. Just as I deserve- at least according to Arisu.
Arisu and I ... we met here during a game and haven't gone our separate ways ever since. At least not directly. We rarely go to games together for fear that we'll end up in one where we have to kill each other. I know Arisu's story. I know what he's been through. And I don't want him to have to go through it again.
We always promise each other that we'll come back. That we'll meet again at the agreed meeting point and go back to sleep side by side in the evening. The only difference today is that I'm still awake and can therefore feel the dark-haired man snuggling up to me even better.
How he puts his arm around me and presses me closer to him so that my back is pressed tightly against his upper body. As if he's afraid someone might just take me away from him for the night. Or as if he was worried that I would just leave him alone in the middle of the night.
He does that often. Always, actually. Every night when I'm drifting off to sleep. And I like it. Arisu is a shy boy who has a lot of decency as well as respect. He would never do anything against my will or touch someone 'indecently' if he didn't know whether he was allowed to. And even if he was allowed to, he would find it difficult because he wouldn't know how to handle it.
I think he knows that I like this kind of closeness. I'm not sure, but if he pulls me into his arms while I'm sleeping, I think I'll have some reactions that approve of his actions. Be it a smile that creeps onto my lips. It's possible I'll turn towards him to nuzzle my face into the skin of his neck so I can be even closer to him. And then I remember that I once started to giggle a little when Arisu pressed kisses to my cheek, neck and shoulder. I remember, because ... he is doing it again.
"I love it when you try to show me your affection secretly, quietly and silently." As soon as he speaks, I notice how his head shoots up a little and his grip on me loosens. "Surprise, love." I take the chance to turn onto my back in the loose grasp of his arms so that I can see Arisu's face much better- it may be dark, but I don't miss the somewhat indignant look on his silhouette, which makes me laugh a little.
"I thought you were asleep!" he says confusedly, his eyes almost as big as the moon in the sky itself. "How much did you notice...?"
"Everything." Silence. "But I don't think that was enough." I smile up to him, stretching my face a little towards his so that I can give him a little peck on the lips, before staring at him for a second.
"Awkward."
"Awkward?", I asked, bursting into laughter. "What the fuck are calling awkward, Ryohei?! No, that's not!"
"I-It's just ... I thought you sleep, Y/N!" Now he starts giggling himself, so that both of us are just a laughing mess. "You can't pretend just to set a trap for me, that's not how it works!"
"Oh? But it worked very well, don't you think?" It takes a moment for us both to settle down again- until we're both quiet and just smiling to ourselves.
Shortly afterwards, Arisu tightens his grip again and presses me against him once more. He has turned sideways towards me and finally leans his head relaxed against mine. I do the same and start to stroke his arm up and down with one of my hands, while we just lie here together in silence, staring into emptiness. In the soft bed of the tower block that we have made our home for the night.
"I ... actually tried to fall asleep but failed this time." Arisu looks down on me while I look up to him. "It wasn't my plan to trap you, darling. But I have to say, I really do love it, when you cuddle me that much while I'm sleeping, Arisu. And you know, I would be happy when you keep doing this- it makes me feel protected and ... I feel safe in this creepy world when having you by my side." I assume that these words will overwhelm Arisu for a moment, as it's quite a lot at once and … well, very unexpected. "So … I'd be happy if you did that more often. Not just when I'm asleep, but also when I'm awake. I really enjoy your attention and your closeness, so … I think it would be nice if we could build on this ... intimacy." I know it might not be a good attitude.
This is not the world in which you would want to fall in love. We are not in the time warp where you are looking forward to the love of your life, where you want to fall for a person completely and carefree. Here in Borderland, it's a matter of life and death. That's why it might be wrong to tie yourself to one person- morally speaking. But if your heart is yearning and your head is in harmony with it, then it no longer feels as wrong as it really is.
"You know, this ... might getting dangerous, love?", he whispers, making me giving him back a quite "Of course" which makes him sigh a bit. "This … is not something one want to assume, but … you know, it can happen every day that one of us doesn't come back to the other." You can tell from his voice that he feels fear and pain at the thought, which makes me swallow hard- but again I only get out a whispered "I know ...", which should make him realize how seriously I meant what I said to him. "And yet you want me to consciously give you this intimacy?"
"Yes," I said, serious. "Because I love you, Ryohei." This is where I end my caresses on his arm.
Instead, I just look up at him, able to catch his eyes thanks to the light given off by the moon. I notice how his arms wrap around me even tighter in response and I catch myself clawing into the skin of his arm a little, but lightly enough to make sure there's no residue and that I don't accidentally hurt him. He nuzzles his face into my cheek and we close our eyes to enjoy the togetherness for a moment. To forget everything else for just a few seconds.
"I don't think that's something we can decide immediately, Arisu ..."
"There's no need to decide something, I guess." I open my eyes again, looking at him, giving a little "Huh?" right back, before I can catch a smile on his lips. "I ... I cannot deny that I ... like you and that I would very much like to continue to be close to you." I giggle.
"Come here." Without giving it a second thought, I swing myself on top of him and wrap my arms loosely around his neck.
His hands rest on my back from that point on and I make it quick: I pull him into a loving, passionate kiss. I know he needs a moment to realize what's going on, so … I give him the time. And only when he moves his lips against mine do I match his movements and deepen the kiss a little more, burying one of my hands in his mane so that I can push him a little closer to me.
A little later I wander with my lips to his neck, which he frees up for me a little bit by tilting his head to the side. Small kisses are spread over his thin skin before I reach his ear and whisper a soft "Touch me, Arisu ..." into it, making him blush, pretty sure.
"You want me to-"
"I see what you're up to, my love." I'm smiling. "Don't think about it … and just do it." Again I start to work his neck, which makes him hum happily before I add anything else. "When I was sleeping, you weren't afraid to go under my shirt, too." Now I'm laughing.
Because of his shocked "What?!". Because of his big eyes. Because he's a little freaked out all of a sudden.
"How much did you really notice when I thought you were sleeping all this time?!"
"I've been sleeping," I say, "but sometimes I've woken up and just let it pass over me with pleasure~."
#alice in borderland imagine#aib#alice in borderland#alice in borderland x you#alice in borderland x reader#x you#x reader#imagine#imagines#one shot#short story#niragi suguru fluff#aib fluff#arisu imagine#arisu x reader#arisu ryohei x reader#arisu ryohei imagine#aib arisu#aib arisu x reader#aib arisu imagine#arisu#arisu ryohei#arisu one shot#arisu fluff#arisu x fem!reader#arisu x you#alice in borderland arisu#ryohei arisu#arisu alice in borderland#kento yamazaki
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Bundle of Joy
In which Reader takes Copia to see the babies in the ministry. Sfw, fluff. I tried to write this so he could be seen as Cardinal or as Papa. Either way I hope you find it adorable 🥰
@copiousloverofcopia
Also low-key inspired by this post 💅✨
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"Come on, come on!" you chirp, dragging your beloved Copia behind you.
"Oh... I don't know, mia cara," he starts, clearly not wanting to hurt your feelings, "I don't even really know how I feel about having kids."
"Copia," you stop dragging him and move close to him, your hands find his cheeks and his finding your waist, "It's not like we're having a baby tomorrow, and I know how stressed you've been lately. Trust me it'll brighten your day, they're just little bundles of joy."
"Ah, well, okie dokie. I am putting my trust in you."
"You should always trust me," you wink at him, "besides, as Papa, I'm sure you'll have to give some thought to having kids one day. Maybe this'll warm you up to the idea."
You happily continue dragging him along to the maternity ward of the ministry. It was always hustling and bustling over there as Siblings of Sin and Ghouls ran around getting towels, water, ice, painkillers, whatever the new mamas needed to bring their newborns into this world. Just the thought of it made Copia look like he wanted to pass out.
But just a quick walk through the chaos brought you to a very peaceful room, this was primarily where you worked in the ministry: taking care of the newborns who were sick or just needed more time being monitored before being sent home with their parents. In fact, a couple of Siblings sat next to one of the tiny beds cooing their newborn now.
As one of the little ones piped up very loudly to express their disapproval, Copia leaned into muttering, "That does not sound like a 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘰𝘺, as you put it, cara."
Giggling at his remark, you stride over to the cradle of the upset baby, scooping them up soothe them. Another baby nearby starts to grumble and whine, hearing their neighbor be so loud. "Here, why don't you take that one?" you call out to your lover.
"I, uh, I don't know..." he walks over to the cradle, watching the little one make a grouchy face and whine some more.
You keep bouncing the newborn in your arms, trying to keep them quiet so they don't upset the other babies. But still they continue to cry.
Finally, as Copia stares down at the newborn in the cradle, they lay out a shriek. Copia winces at the sounds. Now you can't have every baby in the room getting upset, so you rush over to Copia, handing him the bundle in your arms, before reaching out to get the second crying baby. The man next to you is flustered but does everything he can to make sure he has a good grip on the small little person in his arms. He's not sure what to do, so he just kind of stares blankly at the baby and sways in place a little.
As you walk and bounce the one in your arms, you quietly hear a giggle come from the blanket in Copia's arms. "Erhhh... What's it doing?"
You come up next to your lover to see the little one giving him a gummy smile and laughing away. "They're laughing at the big silly man holding them. Here-" you shove the other noisy bundle in his arms, "try this one."
He stands there, two babies in his arms, certainly confused and a little overwhelmed. Sure enough, cries turn to laughter once again.
"See? Bundles of joy," you point out, "You must have the magic touch." Truthfully, it was probably his face paint, but you weren't gonna be the one to tell him.
He carefully sits both babes in the cradle next to him, leaning over to look at their little hands and mouths and noses. "Tesoro..." he whispers, not wanting to upset anyone again, "they're so small!" Fascination fills his eyes as he watches their tiny fingers wrap around his one large gloved one. He gasps, "Look!!!" The fascination quickly turned to a small frown as the baby stuck his expensive Italian leather glove in their mouth. "Do they all do that?"
You let out a snort, "Yes, they all do that."
Copia wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close, kissing you on the forehead, "Bene." Perhaps he'll give some thought to this whole baby thing after all.
#it would be a shame if this inspired anyone to write some breeding kink smut 😜#the band ghost#papa emeritus iv#ghost band#copia#papa iv#fanfic#oneshot#drabble
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