Reassurance

A/N: hi everyone!! this is my first fanfic that i’m posting on here and the first ever oneshot that i’ve written! as it’s coming up to christmas I decided to write a festive themed oneshot as my first post! i hope you enjoy :)

pairing: ashton x reader

summary: reader has worries about meeting ashton’s family in person for the first time

warnings: a small amount of anxiety

word count: 1k

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Usually, you were always excited for the Christmas season. Celebrating with loved ones and giving out gifts had always been your favourite thing to do.

This year was slightly different.

Ashton had suggested spending Christmas in Australia with his family this year. After many video calls had gone well with them, he assumed it wouldn’t be a big deal for you. Of course, it wasn’t at first. You were over the moon about getting to go to his home country for the first time.

With your flight there coming up in a few days time, you’d both been packing your bags in preparation. Including any gifts that had been bought for his family.

When you decided on taking a break from packing, Ashton offered to pick up some food. Expecting you to be ready to eat once he returned. Instead, he found you sitting out on his back porch, staring out at the darkening sky above.

He considered leaving you to your thoughts, thinking that you’d been okay all day. Something inside him told him that he couldn’t leave you alone. Something was wrong.

The back door opening caught your attention, glancing back to see Ashton walking outside. You sighed, leaning your head against the back of the chair you were sat on. He joined you, sitting down, waiting until you were ready to talk.

You cuddled into Ashton’s side, slipping your arms around his torso with your head against his shoulder. His arm draped around your shoulders.

“Everything okay, baby?” Ashton asked.

You shrugged, not sure how to tell him that you were freaking out about meeting his family in person for the first time.

“Is it about Australia?” He tried to answer for you if you didn’t want to speak. You nodded. “You’re worried for the flight? I know you’re concerned about how long it’ll be.”

“No, it’s not that,” you closed your eyes, trying to figure out how to explain your feelings. “I’m anxious… about meeting your family.”

“Oh,” he said. Not expecting you to say that. “You’ve been alright talking to them on our calls though, haven’t you?”

“This is different though, a lot different,” you sat up again, crossing your legs in front of you as you faced Ashton. “It’s not talking to them through a screen this time, I’ll be seeing your mum, your siblings, your grandparents, it’s a lot, Ash.”

With the way your voice almost broke at the end, Ashton couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen a hint of your anxiety to meet them sooner. You’d talked many times since agreeing, and none of those times had you expressed how worried you were becoming.

“You’re good at talking to people you haven’t met before,” Ashton tried to remind you. “You were fine talking with the guys the first time you met them.”

You looked away from Ashton after he said that, seeing the sun getting lower and lower. With how you were sat, Ashton moved to rest his hand on your knee, caressing his thumb back and fourth to comfort you.

“I’m not worried about talking to them,” you finally admitted. “I’m worried that they won’t like me.”

“Baby…” Ashton looked at you with a sad expression, the same way he always looked when you said things like that. “They like you already, they’ve seen the way you are on call, or when we’ve posted together.”

“How can you say that when they haven’t met me? Yes, we’ve talked, but over a video call.” You slouched in your seat, running one hand frustratedly through your hair. “I’m different in person than over the phone, you know that better than anyone. I’m quiet if someone calls me, but I can be the loudest person in the room when I hang out with our friends.”

“You’re my girlfriend, they’ll like you, baby.”

“just because I’m your girlfriend doesn’t mean they’ll like me.” You replied stubbornly.

Ashton figured he’d have to take a different approach to how you were thinking. He moved to face you more, patting his lap for you to sit on, which you could never say no to. Now sat comfortably with your hands in his, he continued talking.

“They haven’t chosen whether to like you or not depending on if you’re quiet in one setting or loud in another,” he placed his hands on your waist, rubbing up and down softly. “They liked you even before they saw your face. They liked you as soon as they realised how happy you make me. All they’re worried about is that you care for me and love me.”

You nodded, listening to what he said to you. What he was saying was true in every sense. Your parents were the same with him. As long as you’re happy, and as long as he takes care of you, they couldn’t not like him.

“and you do care for me. Every day you care for me, and love me, I feel it every second we’re together.” He cupped your cheek in his palm as you leaned into his grip. “They like you because I’ve told them about the real you, the you that I fell in love with, the you that I want to be with forever.”

“What if I mess up or say something wrong as soon as we get there?”

“I’ll be there to jump in,” He reassured. “If you get too anxious, I’ll start talking. If you aren’t sure what to say, I’ll talk for you. Until you’re more comfortable with my family I’m more than happy to do whatever you need to feel okay.”

You took a breath as you nodded at him. Feeling slightly better about this whole situation. All you needed was a little reassurance from Ashton, and that’s exactly what you got.

“I love you, you know that right?” You chuckled softly.

“And I love you,” Ashton leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. “You’ll talk to me next time you have any worries?”

“Yea, I will.” You promised, looping your arms around his neck as he hugged you closer to him.

For now, everything had turned out okay in the end. You’d admitted how you felt, Ashton understood and didn’t mind at all. He was going to suggest going inside when you spoke again.

“What if your sister doesn’t like me?” You asked.

“Don’t give me that! You two are practically best friends already.” Ashton laughed. “Now, come on, we should eat before the food’s completely cold.”

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Rose

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Genre: fluff, romance

Warnings: vague descriptions of childbirth

Word Count: 592

Requested by Anon: Will Halstead and his wife having a baby girl with dark red hair just like her daddy and they name her Rose 🥰

You lay prone on the bed, your entire body shaking with exhaustion, a sheen of sweat that didn’t paint you in your finest hour. You felt disgusting and euphoric all in one fell swoop, it felt so strange to no longer be carrying that weight inside you. That same small weight was now crying as you watched with unabashed joy and anticipation as the nurses checked, cleaned and swaddled your baby to hand her to you.

Tears fall freely from your tired eyes and you look to your husband, smiling almost deliriously as he’s crying too. 

“You did so well, sweetheart. I love you so much.” 

You sniff as you keep crying, chuckling at what an emotional wreck you were, leaning into his embrace, murmuring a weary yet sincere, “I love you too, so very much. Thank you for being here.”

Will almost laughs at the fact that you're thanking him, of course he'd be here for the birth of his child. You feel Will’s lips press to your forehead, a gentle hand stroking through your hair as he looks at you and then to your baby in utter disbelief. 

“I would never be anywhere else, ever.” He had been involved in so many deliveries of babies, but this would unquestionably be the most special delivery of all.

The nurse finally is able to lay your little girl against your chest, helping you tuck her securely into your arms. Your daughter’s cries have stopped and turned into gurgles and snuffles as she rests her soft cheek against your chest, you feel new shudders of joyful crying hit you, stroking the soft red hair that lays in fine ringlets on your newborn daughter’s scalp.

She smells like heaven. You look to Will, lost in his cherishing gaze for a moment as he lays a warm hand on yours, supporting your daughter together. You watch with your heart seeming to grow thrice its size as Will gently rubs a thumb over the curls too, clearly touched by the fact that his baby has his fiery hair.

You had been certain for a while now that Will was your partner for life, and you were also certain of what an incredible, doting, father he would be. 

“Do you have a name for this bundle of joy?” The nurse asks with an admiring smile. 

You and Will share a confident grin, turning to the nurse to instantly answer, “Rose Maggie Halstead”, to which the nurse smiles in realisation. Nobody needed an explanation other than the redness atop your daughter’s head to know where ‘Rose’ came from, and you’d clearly given your child a namesake from Maggie Lockwood in the middle.

You couldn’t wait to share this new life with your good friend Maggie, your daughter's soon-to-be godmother, with all of your other friends in the hospital, and of course with Jay. Jay had already bought enough presents to last your little girl a lifetime, and you had no doubts that he would continue to supply her with anything she could ever want or ask for, up to and including a very protective uncle.

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Hours later when you had got a stream of visitors to coo over your new bundle of beauty, you found yourself now a bit more refreshed and peacefully dozing with your baby in the cot next to you.

You were so looking forward to getting home, but being held in your husband’s arms and listening to the soft puffs of your baby’s breaths was a moment you would want to stay in forever. 

Fin.

In Pursuit

Fandom: Chicago PD / Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader, Jay Halstead x Platonic!Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance

Warnings: violence, near overdose, drugs, swearing, gun mentions, injuries, sickness

Word Count: 3323

Requested By Anon: I saw that you weren’t really taking requests but I have an idea for a will halstead x reader. Where shes Jay’s partner at pd and she gets hurt on a case, she goes to med and will’s worried, which leads to them both confessing each other’s feelings.

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“Carl Larkin! Stop! Chicago PD!" You let your legs carry you, another day another case, another afternoon spent sprinting the streets of Chicago with your partner Jay. You knew he had split off from you a few streets back, a move to help you cut the guy off, as you remained on the pursuit ahead.

Like many of the people you caught on drug-related cases, Carl had been selling a way too potent and dangerous product for the streets. Illegal drugs were one issue, but illicit drugs made incorrectly or made irresponsibly were the true headaches of your work. Of course, Larkin wasn’t the "big fish" he was simply the courier for the supplier he was working under, his value lay in the potential to lead Intelligence to said supplier.

It was somewhere around your second block of the pursuit that Larkin had attempted to slow you down with cursory, wayward, shots in your direction. As civilians screamed and ducked for cover, you instructed them to either move to the side or stay back, you hated drawing innocent people into the chaos. This motion forced you to draw your weapon, ready to retaliate if required. Your boots pounded the pavement, ducking in and out of cars, dumpsters, and general junk that often was left at the back of neighbourhoods, the neighbourhood you’d tracked Larkin into.

You turned a corner, kicking up grit and dirt as you go, you key your radio, “Jay! What’s your location?”

“Heading West, I’ll meet you at the intersection coming around!” He radios back, and you feel the confidence in Carl’s capture increase, knowing you were about to force him to converge right into Jay’s path.

“Carl, stop! You just need to talk!” You holler, gaining speed on him as his limbs flailed trying to run faster on his exhausted fumes, a futile attempt to shake you off. 

“Fuck off, bitch! That gun’s not made for talkin’” His voice cracks, but it’s still delivered with venom. It couldn't have been a surprise to him that you would have your weapon drawn. You knew people like Carl, and you knew better than to not take precautions. Unsurprisingly, he fit the bill of a lot of the people you dealt with in the drug world, scrawny, weasely, and a pain in the ass. 

You watch in confusion as Larkin slows right down on the sidewalk, rarely did the command for someone to stop result in the actual compliance you were after. But then you realise what’s happening, and you find it within yourself to run a little faster to get to the vehicle Carl is now slotting himself into.

"Larkin!” You bark, holstering your weapon as you manage to get your body in front of the door before he can close it. You tussle with him as you hear Jay arriving behind you, calling out for assistance on his radio.

“5021 George, requesting backup, suspect attempting to flee via automobile, my partner is engaged in a physical altercation, registration Papa Bravo 2 -” 

Jay finishes the registration recall, moving forward to help you get Carl back out of the car, before he can even pry open the passenger door he hears a resounding slam of the driver’s door not closing but hitting you instead. There’s a sickening crunch, the hiss of a spray, followed by your string of howling expletives.

Family Favouritism

This is a new Evan (Buck) Buckley imagine that I hope you will all like. I might do a follow up to this one if anyone is interested.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: Evan is thrilled when (Y/n) brings their newborn down to the station to see the team. Bobby is pleased for a different reason. And then a situation breaks out.

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Reaching her hand down, (Y/n) tugged at the waistband of her dress to smooth out some of the wrinkles forming around her middle and make the tension a little looser around her waist. She was barely starting to fit back into a few of her clothes she wore before she got pregnant; for the last six or seven months, (Y/n) had been living in baggy maternity clothes and Evan's shirts and tracksuit bottoms.

She wanted to start feeling a little more like herself again and get back into her old clothes, starting with one of Evan's preferred dresses. It was a stark white dress that ruffled below her waist and stopped just short of her knees. It had spaghetti straps and tiny printed stemmed cherries dotted all over. And to feel safe, (Y/n) always wore shorts beneath dresses like this.

A smile flitted across her face when she started to push the pram again and looked down at her little girl who was just starting to wake up. It was always as if she knew exactly where she was or more specifically, when Evan was around.

She seemed to have a radar, it didn't matter if Evan was just walking through the door after a double shift or if they were out somewhere and Evan met them there. Angel always knew when her dad was around. She would either stop crying as soon as he picked her up or she would wake from even the most deepest of sleeps if Evan came home.

Obsessive

This is an Evan Buckley (Buck) imagine requested by Anon, I hope everyone enjoys it. Feedback is always lovely.

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Masterlist

Summary: After saving a woman a few weeks back, she starts to turn up wanting to see Evan. A lot. Her new found obsession soon puts Evan's family at risk.

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"Buck, you have a visitor downstairs," Bobby leaned against the railing and pointed over his shoulder down towards the station where the trucks were parked idly waiting to be used.

A flicker of light crossed over Evan's eyes and his head perked up from where he was playing a game of cards with Chimney.

A visitor?

(Y/n) was here. The thought of his wife made a broad, if childlike smile spread across his lips that flashed his teeth and he quirked a brow. The energy he thought he lost on their last call out started to bubble back through him and he stood up quickly before he looked down at his cards. He stuffed them into his back pocket causing Chimney to frown.

"I don't trust you," Evan pointed a finger at him before he clapped his hands together and rounded the table to go towards the stairs.

Second Son

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: The second son is, for once, the first choice...

Warnings: none really... mild angst, family dynamics, love at first sight.

Word Count: 2.9k

Authors Note: Request fill for anon here, about Benedict being the second choice for everything.... until his love turns up. Thanks for this request; I hope this is angsty enough for you anon. Im not sure about it tbh. Sorry that it's taken more than three months to get to it on my WIP list. Unbetaed. Enjoy <3

Benedict Bridgerton was born into privilege and can have few complaints. Except perhaps that he is always second. The spare. The just-in-case option. Being a familial insurance policy lends one more freedom than the burden of being the titled first son, perhaps, but it also feels like your whole existence, in some respects, can seem like a contingency plan.

absolutely love it!

Characters:

Summary:

A/N:

It’s been a long day for you.

You finished a lot of works today and all you wanted is to crash into the bed and have the best sleep you can get before another long day tomorrow.

Bad Feeling

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: yes by anon

Summary: Matt gets an uneasy feeling, which intensifies when he spots Y/N's car at the scene of a multi-vehicle accident.

Square Filled: Hurt/Comfort for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 1,324

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of car accidents, injuries

A/N: Some hurt/comfort that has been sitting in my drafts for too long! Also, I'm gonna start tagging my oc (child) characters!

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Matt glanced at his phone, the lack of response to his message concerning him just a little. "Get a grip, Matt, maybe she’s driving.” He muttered at himself, just as the bells went off.

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DAY THREE: robert pattinson x f!reader

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• summary: robert and you go for the met gala and when he sees you, he just realizes you are the prettiest girl once again. | wc: 1.3k | tags&warnings: fluff (believe me when I say it), a slight nsfw content too, before!met gala event, kissing, girlfriend!reader, robert is such a good boyfriend, gentle!rob, touching, dirty talk, playful!rob and reader, teasing, enjoy! [also, so sorry for the wait because I had to change my phone, going to practicum process and doing my finals, so, hope this chap will be good! thank u!

Robert knows you are so pretty – the prettiest girl alive he can see and feel. He is sure he is lucky to have you, as he always tells, believing you are his miracle, giving him happiness and affection his soul seeks for. However, he realizes these facts once again when he sees you in a dress that covers your body so beautifully that he fears that his vision go blind because of the light you are spreading with the dress he never seen before on you and your smile – oh, that gorgeous smile, he thinks, the one he can give his life for to see. 

“Oh, love,” He tries to say as he makes his way to you, arms half open to hug you when he reaches his destination, “My love, you look –“ He can’t find any word enough to say how beautiful you look – even more than just a beauty. He can swear if you say you are an angel, he will believe right away because you look so much like an angel – with pureness and light only he sees thanks to being your boyfriend, the one you give your heart and soul to with body as well. 

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Diamonds

pausing our regularly scheduled program with a luke hemmings blurb bc i love him and his solo music and i'm sad i couldn't go to any of his shows 😔 i'll get back to harry soon, but i'll take inspo wherever i can rn. enjoy!

"The next one we're gonna play for you is one of the most vulnerable songs I've ever written," Luke said, mouth pressed up against the microphone. The shimmer you helped spread over the lids of his eyes practically glowed under the blue lights that lit the stage. You thought he looked ethereal, the very embodiment of the music he was performing tonight.

"When I was putting together the final tracklist for this album," Luke continued, "I was hesitant to add this song because I was afraid that it was too vulnerable, but I was convinced that it was worth sharing, that the emotions and experiences behind this song would reach those who needed to hear it the most.

I Think I'm In Love With You - Billy Hargrove

Billy x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 830

Summary:  A jealous Billy leads to a confession from him.

Authors Note: ❤️💕💖🍭🍷🍒Happy Valentine's Day! Even to my single readers out there!

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Y/n was looking in her long strength mirror trying to decide on a top for the party tonight. Y/n was to head out to the party soon, she was gonna park her car at a friends and Billy was gonna drive them both to the party. It took some convincing but Y/n got him to agree if he drank too much that she was driving them when they left. Billy did threaten her if she scratched his camaro.

Y/n finally decided on the red top and applied some lipstick in the mirror when El entered her room.

El looked at her big sister, well the girl that became her big sister but El learned DNA didn’t matter when it comes to whose family. She smiled. “You look pretty.”

“Thank you, El.” Y/n smiled brightly to the younger Hopper daughter.

“Where are you going?” El asked with a puzzled look.

I'll wait

Ubbe x reader

warnings: female reader.

word count: 1513

fluff, I just really like fluffy Ubbe I'm sorry... not really.

You had been traveling with your father. He wanted to find you a good husband with good ties so he brought you along to meet the sons of kings and earls. You were just happy to be out of your village. Your village was small but It had the best farming land and it resided in the middle of a few other smaller villages so it made a good profit. The end goal of the journey was to reach kattegat then return home, hopefully with you to be married. 

Queen Aslaug took your family and men in for the night and invited everyone to the feast that night. You and three of your handmaidens sat at a table with horned cups of mead, pleasantly looking around and talking. You insisted on having your girl with, after all it's boring without them. 

Across the great hall sat Ubbe and Hvitserk, not so discreetly looking at your party. “stay here.” Ubbe says to his brother as he stands up suddenly, taking his cup with him. 

“C’mon now brother now that’s not fair!” Hvitserk argued with a chuckle.

“Who said I played fair brother?” Ubbe said with a laugh as he made his way across the hall and threw the tangle of people. He stopped across from you and greeted the ladies surrounding you with a nod and small smile before directing all his attention on to you, “may i sit and have a drink with you?” he asks.

You look at him and smile softly. “If you'd like…”

“Ubbe” he says as he sits down across from you. “Lady Y/N”

The girls begin to whisper to one another around you. “Prince Ubbe, what are you doing taking pity and sitting with a farmer's daughter like me?” you tease and hush the girls around you. 

“Well really it was either me or my brother.” he nods his head towards where his brother still sat, watching them and raising his glass at them. 

You laugh softly and the girls wave back to him. “Yes, the girls were about to start a bet on which one of you would come over first.”

“Well ladies, if you seek fun while here it looks like my brother is quite lonely and could use company, if you allow it.” he says, looking at you. 

You nod your head and wave them away. “Go, have fun.” you tease them. The girls all say thank you and make it over to Hvitserk who seems more than thrilled to have the company. “Like they haven't had enough fun.” you joke. The girls really have been enjoying the trip more than they probably should be.

“And you, Have you been enjoying your journey?” Ubbe asks, taking a sip from his cup. 

“I've been enjoying the sights, all the different villages and people, so yes I suppose so.” you tell him. 

“Suppose so.” he repeats. “How are you liking Kattegat then?” he asks with a smile. 

“Oh it is very nice! Quite big I fear I'd lose myself at any turn however.” you say with a chuckle. “I found a few things at the stalls to bring home to my younger brother and mother as well.” you added.

“That is very good to hear, my family takes a lot of pride in the village.” Ubbe states.

“Yes you all grew up here didn't you, easy to get around when you saw the roads being made and stalls being out up.” you tease him with a giggle that made Ubbe laugh in response. 

“Suppose that's so.”  Ubbe takes a moment and just looks at you. “How would you like to go for a walk? Since I know my way around, I'd like to show you the shores.”

“You like to huh?” you look back at him and think for a moment. Standing suddenly and telling him to wait a moment you cross the hall to your father who is speaking with the queen. You greet the queen then turn to your father. “Father, I'm going out for a walk.” you tell him. 

“Oh? With who is taking my daughter out in the night?” he inquired.

“Prince Ubbe, father.” you state.

“Your boy Queen Aslaug. Tell me then, I shall let my daughter go off with your son?” he asks her.

She smiles at him then you. “I should think so, yes. He is a fine man.” she tells you both. 

With a nod from your father you head back to Ubbe, who was patiently waiting for your return. He smiles up at you when he notices you standing next to him. “Well then?”

“Lead the way.” you say with a smile

Standing he stretches his arm to you and you take it. He leads you through the village, telling you that this is the fastest path to the stalls from the great hall. And it really did seem faster than the way up. Then he led you to the shore where you two sat on the sand and looked at the stars.

You talked for a long while about everything and anything. He told you stories from his childhood in Kattegat and you about growing up on the farm and your small village. You talked about the stars and seeing the other lands that Ubbe has traveled to and how, if you wanted to of course, go with him and see for yourself. After a while you had fallen into a comfortable silence. Just looking out at the sea and the stars.

“Beautiful, the stars shine so bright.” you didn't want to take your eyes off of them, even though you could feel Ubbe looking at you. “What are you looking at?” you ask, eyes never leaving the night sky. 

“You.” he says planley. “You are the most beautiful thing out here after all, why look anywhere else?” he says with a smirk. You could feel on your cheeks now. You hadn't expected him to be so outright with his flirting. “Tell me, why aren't you married yet? A farmer's daughter is normally wed by now, correct?”

You turn now to look at him. His blues almost glowed under the big full moon that hung above the two of you. “I don't want to marry just anyone. I want to marry someone I know, someone I trust and for love. If it helps my father, then that is good but if not? Then that is for me to decide.” you stated flatley. 

Ubbe nods, like he agrees with everything you said. “That is what you want then that is all that matters.”

You tilt your head to the side a little, staring a little harder into his eyes. “And what is it that you want, prince Ubbe?” 

Ubbe smiles, a wide confident one. “I would like it if you stayed.” his hand rose from the sand to move a strand of hair away from your face before settling on your cheek and cradling your face. “And I would like to get to know you,” he confessed. 

You were almost in shock, no man has ever spoken to you like that, like he wanted you. Not to just fuck but for just simply you. You didn't know how to respond, your heart was beginning to race and his eyes seemed to pin you in place. So you nodded your head ever so slightly. 

Ubbe couldn't help the faint smirk on his face at how flustered you had gotten. “I don't think that's much of an answer, do you?” he asks as he ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip. 

You nod once more. “Yes, I would like to stay. I love my village but here it is wonderful and full of life.” you place your hand on Ubbes own holding you. “I would like to be here with you to show it to me.” you confessed. 

A full smile was on Ubbes face now as he now held your face in both hands, pulling you both together and kissing your lips. He was gentle and his lips felt like they were always meant for yours but he was also unyielding as well, wanting to make sure you knew he meant that he wanted you. Parting you look at each other and smile. 

“You know…” you trailed off. “My father might be upset that I will not return home with him. After all, I was to find a husband or go back with some promise of marriage.” you inform him.

Ubbe kissed your forehead. “Whenever you are ready, I'll be waiting,” he whispers.

You smile up at him. “I fear you might not be waiting long.” Ubbe made you think of marriage faster than any man has before in just one night of talking. His gentleness shows how caring he is, warms your heart and makes you want to hold on to him forever. 

At your words Ubbe pulled you in closer, wrapping his arm around you and holding you closer and you rested your head on his chest. “Good.” he said, kissing the top of your head.

Bad Feeling

Pairing: Matt Casey x Reader

Requested: yes by anon

Summary: Matt gets an uneasy feeling, which intensifies when he spots Y/N's car at the scene of a multi-vehicle accident.

Square Filled: Hurt/Comfort for #resa.3kfiestabingo

Word Count: 1,324

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of car accidents, injuries

A/N: Some hurt/comfort that has been sitting in my drafts for too long! Also, I'm gonna start tagging my oc (child) characters!

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Matt glanced at his phone, the lack of response to his message concerning him just a little. "Get a grip, Matt, maybe she’s driving.” He muttered at himself, just as the bells went off.

Never Doubt Me | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N.

Warning: argument

Word Count: 1 519

Author’s Note: The name of Luke's friend was chosen randomly. Hopefully you’ll like this little episode. Requests are open and encouraged ♡

The moments when the guys were having a break after months of touring were always precious. Sure, they loved to travel, to sing and perform, to meet fans and interact with them, but it all required a lot of energy, and by the end of the trip everyone was pretty much exhausted.

It was a rather typical process, usually Luke stayed in bed for few days, trying to fight jetlag and get back to his normal time zone. He wasn’t really the one who liked to go out every night; after being away from home for a while, he preferred to stay in as much as he could. Having said that, when he was fully rested, he loved to make little surprises for Y/N and attend an exhibition she wanted to see for a while or even drive to a countryside and ride horses together. He had a romantic soul and he absolutely adored to share such moments with her. They also were really similar with their tastes, so it was never hard to decide where they’d go next.

One evening things didn’t go according to a plan, thought. It supposed to be a very simple one, they wanted to have dinner together at some fancy place. It wasn’t an anniversary, they just figured they didn’t have such classic dates for a while and they missed it.

The food at the restaurant he booked a table in, though, wasn’t really good, and they finished their meal pretty quickly. It’d be exaggeration to say their mood was ruined, but both were slightly upset it didn’t go as they expected. They didn’t ask for a dessert and decided to get ice cream in a local shop and turn their “classic” date into a home one instead. 

Things turned worse, when the rain started, and a car was still not there. Luke silently was holding his black jacket over their heads, while Y/N was cuddling him and glancing at the phone, hoping the taxi would be anytime soon. Both were trying to think that everything was still possible to save, it was just food and just the weather after all. 

Because of the “just the weather” they stack in a traffic and returned home an hour later than they could. Both exhausted and annoyed they hurried up to take off wet shoes and get warm. At that moment Luke stupidly remembered the morning when he had breakfast with a friend Ben, who claimed that he saw Y/N with a guy on a parking lot, kissing. At first Lu was trying to simply shake it off as he trusted Y/N and knew she wouldn’t do that to him. It made more sense, though, when Ben continued reasoning him: he was sure it was her, and, as he said, there was nothing to be surprised of as Luke was gone for so long.

“By the way, Ben told me this morning he saw you kissing some dude the other day on a store’s parking lot,” Luke chuckled, trying to sound as indifferent as he could. It was mostly stupid, he knew that. He didn’t even recall “the news” until that evening, as subconsciously the guy figured it was not important.

Y/N only chuckled back. Honestly, she wasn’t very surprised Ben would make such a rumor, she never liked that guy. She did try to fight with that inner feeling, as she knew Ben was a friend of Luke. Each time they’d meet all together it was getting more impossible, though. 

“Of course, he did,” she smiled sarcastically, as the assumption was dumb, Y/N was loyal. The girl didn’t even think Luke was saying that with all seriousness, she thought it was some kind of joke, so she didn’t pay much attention and continued. “I’m so tired,” she sighed and put a tub of chocolate ice cream on a shelf where they kept the keys and other usual things. “The rain was so unnecessary,” Y/N smirked and glanced at the mirror to see how bad she looked after the street shower. It was a bummer, she spent quite some time doing her hair and makeup, and then it was all ruined.

Luke didn’t like the way Y/N changed the topic immediately, and as the main overthinker in their relationship he frowned a bit, still trying to stay calm.

“Well, I mean, why would Ben say that, right?” he mumbled. He trusted his girl, he knew she was not a cheater, but the musician was gone for a long time, and maybe, just maybe… she felt lonely. “Look, if it was just a kiss, I get it, it’s fine. I mean, we can just talk about it, I’d prefer you to say the truth, though,” Lu said softly, following Y/N to the kitchen and taking off his shirt on the way, as the clothes were slightly wet and it was unpleasant to stay in them any longer. “I understand it probably wasn’t a big deal.”

“Luke, it’s not funny anymore. Ben is a jerk, we both know that,” Y/N reminded him, putting the tub of ice cream in a freezer.

“You’re ignoring my question, though,” Luke smirked, staring at his girlfriend.

“What question?” she outraged, failing to keep it cool. It was rather painful to hear her boyfriend didn’t believe her but a friend who was never even a good one. Y/N understood she could just say it was a lie, but she had no proof and the only way out from that conversation was mutual trust. “You know I would never do it, I love you,” the girl said, looking at Luke and trying to hold sudden tears.

“Look, I’m sorry, I just… heard it and decided to share,” Luke shrugged and came closer to touch the girl’s shoulders, but she pulled away immediately.

“Get off me,” she mumbled. “I honestly can’t believe you even had that doubt,” Y/N shook her head and went to the bathroom. “Also, such a bad timing!”

Luke sighed heavily, being annoyed that Y/N flared up like a match, even though she had her reasons. “Can I join you?” he knocked the door, hearing the water.

“I don’t think so.”

The guy rolled his eyes and groaned shortly, being angry with both himself for rising that topic at first place and with her for not being able to take the news – even the fake ones – calmly.

Luke had to take a shower in a guest bathroom, and when he came back to the kitchen, Y/N was already there, pouring a strawberry jam on a top of ice cream. There were two plates and two cups of tea. They both overreacted, she was right – it was also a bad timing, they supposed to have a date…

“Look, I only said it because I wanted to be honest with you,” he mumbled, coming closer to her.

Y/N sighed and raised her head at him. She knew she could have done better in that situation but the pain took over the sanity.

“Didn’t we talk how it’s important to share everything with each other?” Luke continued, pushing wet curls from his forehead.

“It’s not that,” she spoke up. “It’s the way you said it. You were doubting me,” Y/N touched his hand and he immediately pulled her closer to himself. He hated arguing with her. She hated that, too. Y/N always used to say she tried to be away from any drama in her life. “I get it, you could have a thought, but for a second. And it’s Ben, Luke. You know how much he likes me,” she smirked sarcastically. “I never doubted you. You were touring around the world and meeting many people, but I never had a thought of you with someone else. I was waiting for you. And I don’t need anyone else in my life, but you,” the girl said openly, knowing she needed to tell all of it earlier, so they’d probably skip the unnecessary argument. 

Luke sighed heavily and put a head on top of hers, squeezing the girl in his arms.

“I’m such an idiot,” he mumbled. Y/N was right, it was stupid to doubt her loyalty. It was even offensive. 

“Yes, you are,” the girl mumbled back, but with a short smile on his face. 

“Yes, I am,” Luke giggled and left a kiss on her temple. “Can we forget that and continue our weird date or I ruined it completely?” he smiled and stroked Y/N hair.

“You got some points back,” she joked and smacked his lips with hers, standing on the toes. “I’ve already prepared everything. We only need to get some candles.”

“I hate arguing with you,” he said emotionally, looking at Y/N eyes with his crystal blue.

“Me too. I’m sorry I got mad, I was just mostly sad.”

“I know, I’m sorry, too. I’ll get the candles, they’re in a bedroom.”

Y/N pouted her lips a little, as the guy unwillingly broke the hug to go upstairs. He chuckled and simply took her on his arms, realising he wasn’t ready to leave her again even for a slight second.

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Sweeter Than Honey | Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 1 095

Requested: yes

Author’s Note: Just a very sweet episode for you! I feel like it's usually rather hard for me to write something light, so I wanted to challenge myself a little. I hope you'll enjoy this one!

It’s been quite an exhausting day for Y/N, but what had made her keep going was a simple thought that once she’d be home, Luke would be there. Usually, she’d be back to an empty apartment, but as her boyfriend was finally having a rest from touring, they switched the places a little. However, even though the guy supposed to have his fairly deserved days off, Y/N, returning, found him in a home studio, staring at the computer.

The girl smiled shortly and silently entered the room. She touched Luke’s shoulders and leaned on him a bit, giving a kiss on a cheek. The guy looked rather tired with his messy golden hair and slightly red eyes. Seemed like he was there for a while.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” the guy touched Y/N’s palm with his, still looking at the screen. “How was the day?”

“Could be better,” she said honestly and kissed his cheek again, then glanced at the table. Besides millions of papers and pens, there were two cups of unfinished coffee and an empty box of cheese crackers.

“Baby, did you eat today?” Y/N asked and frowned a bit, realizing that it was on his table since the very morning, when she left for work. Did he really stay there for the whole day?

“Uh…” he mumbled, trying to remember. The guy sighed and turned around in a swivel chair and put Y/N on his knees. “I guess I kinda forgot.”

“You serious? Luke,” the girl sighed and touched his curls, leaving a short kiss on his lips. 

“The day honestly passed really fast. I’ll have dinner with you.”

“Am I really supposed to call you during a day and ask if you had breakfast or lunch?” she giggled.

Luke chuckled shortly and squeezed her waist.

“I promise I’ll be more serious about it next time.”

“That’s better,” she smiled and kissed her favorite boy on his lips. “You, finish your stuff quickly, and I’m going to make something for us,” Y/N suggested and was about to stand up, when Luke only squeezed her in the cuddle tighter.

“Let’s order something. You’re tired, too,” the guy nuzzled her neck, so she felt like goosebumps started to run all over her body.

“Okay,” she smiled and went to the kitchen in five more minutes, as leaving his embrace was pretty much impossible.

And just after some time they were resting on a couch, chewing their favourite dishes. Only at that moment the guy realised how hungry he actually was. Y/N was glancing at him and trying to hold a soft smile – Luke looked too adorable like that. Seemed like the musician shared her thought as at some moment he froze and stared at her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“When I’m eating?” the girl mumbled, chewing.

Luke chuckled and nodded,

“That’s too.”

He hesitated then and looked away. Something warm was burning his chest, and the palms became slightly wet all of a sudden. Luke was wondering if the idea that came to his mind that unexpectedly was a good hint and he needed to go for it, or actually to hold on a bit and go according to a plan he came up with earlier.

“You’re alright?” Y/N asked, noticing a slight change in her boyfriend’s mood.

“Yeah…” he mumbled and stood up, leaving the plate on a coffee table. “Wait here. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m glued to this couch tonight,” she giggled, still feeling quite tired after a long day of work.

Luke smiled and hurried up upstairs, feeling like his hands were shaking slightly. He was performing in front of millions of fans; he was talking to them, mostly strangers, on a daily basis and yet, he was scared to propose to a girlfriend he loved.

Maybe the time was weird. No, it definitely was weird, as they were having dinner together, and he just jumped from his place all of a sudden and ran upstairs. She’d probably think he’s weird. That thought, however, made him only smile, as they both enjoyed to be weird together.

Luke shoved his hand into a pile of clothes on a shelf and pulled out a velvet Tiffany box. He opened it carefully and looked at the ring he got for Y/N just a week ago. The guy was planning to propose next month in Australia, as they were going to have a trip there. However, as he bought the ring, he couldn’t stop thinking to already give it to her. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was becoming inpatient. So, nodding at himself in the mirror, Luke ran back downstairs and cleared the throat, trying his best to look normal. He stood up in front of the girl and gave her a hand. Y/N giggled and touched his palm, standing up.

“Do you want to dance?” she asked, and Luke could not stop looking at her beautiful smile.

“Almost,” he said and, without taking the eyes off her, went down on one knee. The girl felt like her heart honestly stopped beating for a moment. “Y/N,” Luke mumbled and cleared the throat again, as the voice was hoarse. He was clearly nervous. “I know that… the moment is slightly weird, but… being with you tonight made me realise… You… you are magical,” he chuckled and blushed, trying to gather his courage. “I don’t know how you do it, but each time you’re around I feel always better. Looking at you I know what love is. If someone would ask me to define what it is, I’d just say it’s you. I feel so lucky to meet you, to be with you. And I guess this simple time together, having dinner and enjoying the presence of each other made me realise that… that’s the perfect moment. And I want more of such, with you. Y/N…” he swallowed, hoping it wasn’t that noticeable how anxious he was. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?...”

Y/N wasn’t almost breathing. She was listening to Luke, smiling and quietly crying from happiness. The girl nodded, when the guy uttered the beloved question, and, realising she was still silent, hurried up to say,

“Yes. Of course, yes, Luke, you make me so happy.”

Y/N sobbed, as Luke carefully put a ring on her finger, and she touched his hands, not being able to wait any longer to hug the guy. He caught her on his arms, though, and touched the girl’s lips. The kiss was slightly salty because of all happy tears, and yet it felt sweeter than honey. 

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