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Slow rise

I went to bed last night a little colder than usual. My husband was at an event and didn’t get home before I fell asleep. It usually isn’t something I ever have to worry about. He always makes sure to come home and be there when I wake up. Which makes how I woke up, slightly overheated, a perfect way to rise. Before I open my eyes I know that Pedro made it home safe and sound last night. Before I open my eyes I can tell that last night was emotionally exhausting for him. While he is sleeping soundly with me in our bed his posture is solidly rigid, too stiff for him to have slept comfortably and soundly. As I open my eyes I see his clothes trailing from the bedroom door to the foot of our bed. Usually he’s tidy and meticulous when taking off his clothes. Coco would have his head otherwise. I turn slowly in his arms, trying to disturb him as little as possible. Usually this is a small feat, not this morning though. Before I’ve come to face him, he’s waking up. One thing you should know about Pedro is that he is a sound sleeper, the kind won’t wake unless an earthquake strikes. The fact that he woke from me turning to face him is concerning enough.

When we come face to face, his brows are slightly frowned. I try to rub away that frown with my thumb and he starts nuzzling my hand. Slowly, very slowly Pedro opens his eyes and meets my gaze. “Good morning, cariño”—he says in that overly raspy morning voice. “Good morning, my love”—I respond enthusiastically if a little confused. “How was last night?” Immediately I can tell this was the wrong thing to say, his small frown turns into a scowl. “It was the worst night ever.” This catches me off guard, Pedro is usually positive and sees the bright side in everything. “What happened?” “What didn’t happen?” Is his immediate response. This just further confuses me, he isn’t one to talk in riddles specially not this early in the morning. “Well start from the top.”- I tell me. He nods and starts, “To be honest I wasn’t in the best mood to begin with since you weren’t going to be there. As we were getting ready Coco realized my original outfit would clash with the background so I ended up with option 2 which wasn’t all that amazing.” I nod along and hum to make sure he knows I’m following what he’s saying. “Once we got there, it was like everyone was ignoring that we’ve been together for so long! Almost every reporter asked how it is to be single, I must have repeated that we’ve been together for years at least 10 times. Just because we like to keep to ourselves doesn’t mean we’re hiding our relationship! That alone pissed me off. And don’t even get me started on all the fan tweets people wanted me to read.” Once I hear that statement I know just what we need today. “Why don’t we have a lazy day? Spend all day in bed and eat girl dinner for every meal.” Before I’m even done with my statement he’s already agreeing. So that’s how we got here, a mini picnic on the bed, and a viral post on instagram. One that remind everyone that we’re a strong unit and a night of people trying to demean our relationship won’t have an effect on us.

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How does this go? Long time lurker first time poster? Something like that? lol I absolutely love reading some soft and heart warming fics when I feel sick. Which lately has been all the time. I decided to write a cute little something to take my mind off of it.

Latent love

Another day another mildly irritating migraine. I really don’t understand what sparked this migraine outbreak I’ve been suffering since January. My migraines had been under control for years at this point, and aside from switching jobs nothing had changed. These migraines were made even more irritating by the fact that my go to medicine now gives me a side effect. So now I have to decide if I want to suffer the side effects of the medicine or suffer through the migraine until I’ve knocked myself out. Needless to say the head pounding, dizzy brain fog was basically my new baseline. Today was no different. Woke up, tied my curly hair back and almost instantly developed a tension headache. After loosening my hair tie I keep getting ready for work. The fact that I’ll be able to see my pookie Pedge is basically the only thing getting me through the day.

Because the world apparently has it out for me, my phone decides to let me know that the atmospheric pressure will be changing several times today. Guess who discovered this past winter that atmospheric pressure changes are a migraine trigger? You guessed it, ME!

Today is going to be an awesome day, maybe if I keep this thought in the forefront it will become true. Unfortunately once I got to work my day derailed. It’s always something I swear, if it’s not inventory it’s issues with our system. The one draw back about making yourself indispensable at work is that you’re now everyone’s go to when something goes awry. Almost as soon as I walked in my AGM pulls me aside and to give me a brief on the previous night. “We had a pretty chill night, but we had an issue with the new hire” —she tells me. It’s pretty unsurprising, unfortunately our newest hire isn’t quite fitting in and is making most of our employees uncomfortable. I turned to ask “what happened now?” She looks at me with a look that says ‘you’re not going to like this one bit’. “Well he was outside taking orders and told a customer ‘where did you all come from, there’s so many?’ Which in itself is bad enough but this customer was a minority.” I honestly I’m baffled and a bit put off as a minority myself. I don’t quite know how to respond to her aside from “What the fuck?” This will probably be this guys last straw because even if he didn’t mean it in a racist way, the phrasing is left to interpretation. “Okay, I’ll talk to the DM and get her opinion on this.” Once we finished our little catch up we hopped on the line and started slinging drinks. The rest of the day was full of minor inconveniences that didn’t help the dull migraine I had walked in with. The biggest issue was that our iPads and POS system decided to quit on us in the middle of our lunch rush. After troubleshooting that and basically missing my break I was completely checked out for the rest of my shift.

I made it home before Pedro did, which I was hoping would be the case. I needed a couple of hours to decompress, hopefully get this migraine in check and be more personable when he came home. Heading straight for our bathroom I stared a bath and set the temperature to scalding. While that filled up I was left with the decision of how to treat my migraine. Do I take the triptan and basically feel like someone is holding my throat for hours, or take a ‘gummy’ and end up horny as hell. Honestly I’ll decided after my bath, I don’t have the capacity right now. Shutting the water off, I undress and hop in the shower for a quick rinse before enjoying my bath. Even in so much pain the idea of being sitting sweat soup wasn’t appealing. I hoped in the bath, put on my eye massager and enjoyed my bath.

I must have dosed off because next thing I know Pedro is walking into the bathroom and pulling my mask off. “Hola cariño, how are you?”—he asked in the smoothest voice ever. I think he knew I wasn’t feeling well the minute he walked in. “Not great, today was a day and a half and my migraine isn’t letting up.” He just looked at me with the most compassionate look another human could give me. “Have you taken anything?” “No I haven’t, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to take the triptan or a gummy.” Before I even finish my sentence he’s shaking his head at me and walking back into our shared bedroom. He comes back in carrying three gummies, two for me and one for him. “You know these make me horny, right?” I asked him straight up. He nods his head and states, “I am very aware of how these get you worked up. I am the one that takes care of those needs every time. Take it and get out of the bath so I can help you get ready for bed. I already closed all the blinds, made the room extra cold and grabbed your saltines.” I looked at him in awe, I really shouldn’t be surprised he had taken care of everything after a year of dating and three months living together he knew me like the back of his hand. “Okay, thank you. I’ll be just a couple of minutes.” Once he walks back in our room, I shake my head and realize once more just how lucky I was to have met him. This is the moment that I realize that true love is never a burden, as someone that suffers from a chronic illness my biggest fear is dragging down those I love.

I walk over to the bed and get in and snuggle my man. I’m feeling extra sensitive at the moment so I decided that sleeping nude feels like the right move. So I walk across the room and climb in bed without a second thought. “Cariño, you haven’t done any of your skincare.”—Pedro reminds me. I shake my head and say “I know I just don’t feel like standing any longer” almost before I can finish my sentence he’s standing up and heading to my vanity. He comes back with my toner, serum and moisturizer. Not my full routine, but the basics. “Pedge, I can barely sit up, I’m skipping the skincare” he starts shaking his head mid way through my sentence. “I didn’t bring these over for you to use, I’ve seen you do this enough times I can apply them for you.” At this statement I’m two seconds away from crying, because he sees me. Pedro sees me and my flaws, quirks and illnesses.

He finished my skincare in less than a minute, goes to put everything back and comes to bed once all lights are off and our pup is in the room. Once we settle he’s big spoon, while I’m little spoon. He slides his arm under my head for me to rest while his other hand is wrapped around my middle. Almost instantly I’m relaxed, and a in almost a whisper I say “I can’t believe you’re the man I get to spend the rest of my life with” I end my statement with a kiss on his arm. He nuzzles my neck and sates “I will never be more thankful that I spilled my coffee that morning almost a year and a half ago. Every day I wake up and thank the universe for bringing us together and I cannot wait until I can call you my wife”

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Lord…..it’s me again 😭

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DAMNIT IM TRYING

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So you might have heard about Adobe's new TOS giving them access to all the files you upload to their cloud.

I don't use that cloud service since I like to store things locally, so seeing how they think they can use anything you upload there for AI training purposes, I'm filling up my entire 20 GB storage with random Nightshade-poisoned images.

I recommend others do this as well. Let's poison Adobe's well!

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Him and his brother not looking like they’re headed to the same place 😂😂

Someone forgot the “what are we wearing?” Text 😂

Silver curls Henry Cavill is leaving the Today Show

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I just want to put this out there in case anything else matches up lol

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a stranger's heart without a home masterlist

Pairing: rivals to friends with benefits slowburn Joel x F!Reader, Post-Outbreak

Fic Summary: Sleeping with Joel Miller was supposed to be a one time thing. When the older brother of your closest friend showed up in Jackson, you hadn't expected him to stay more than a day. You'd both given into a brief moment of passion before he left, and that was the end of that. It didn't matter, you were never going to see him again. Then Joel returns a few months later, and screws up everything about the comforting life you had established in Jackson.

Fic Tags: One Night Stands, Rivals into Friends with Benefits, Emotional Slow Burn (really slow), Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining Idiots, Angst & Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family (lots of Tommy & Reader and Dina & Reader friendships), Long Chapters

Fic Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader around 30, Joel 56) Themes of Grief/PTSD/Depression with mentions of death (family members, both Reader and Joel) that can be heavy at times, Specific Warnings in each Chapter

Status: Complete

ao3 link

official art by @cynibuns

tribute edit by @dundienominee

moodboard/graphic by @planet-marz1

Reader fanart by @mydzygro-art

chapter 1: I am not the only traveler

chapter 2: the holidays linger like bad perfume

chapter 3: do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways (18+ Smut)

chapter 4: there it is again, that funny feeling

chapter 5: break the silence; damn the dark, damn the light

chapter 6: and I'll never see you again if I can help it (18+ Smut)

chapter 7: look at us, you and I, back at it again (18+ Smut)

chapter 8: maybe I don't quite know what to say, but I'm here in your doorway

chapter 9: I thought that you’d be here by now (18+ Smut)

chapter 10: can the killer in me tame the fire in you?

chapter 11: this slope is treacherous, this path is reckless (18+ Smut)

chapter 12: you take what you get, and you turn it into honesty

chapter 13: burned out flames should never reignite, but I thought you might take me home (18+ Smut)

chapter 14: he built a fire just to keep me warm

chapter 15: speak to me until your history’s no mystery to me

chapter 16: and it feels good to be known so well (18+ Smut)

chapter 17: baby, it's Halloween, and we can be anything (18+ Smut)

chapter 18: yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you (18+ Smut)

chapter 19: either I'm careless or I wanna get caught (18+ Smut)

chapter 20: with your boots beneath my bed; forever is the sweetest con (18+ Smut)

epilogue (18+ Smut)

(listed in order of how they occur after the main fic)

morning after chapter 20

waking up to oral (18+ Smut)

painfully domestic (kisses to get their attention)

lingerie & breeding kink (18+ Smut)

(epilogue takes place here)

half-asleep, half-awake (Joel POV companion piece to main fic)

not much I need (nonsexual intimacy)

kissing scars

easy, plaid-shirt mornings (18+ Smut)

would it be enough if I could never give you peace? (Reader's anxiety)

a feeling so peculiar (seasonal depression)

chapter 13 sneak peek (Jealous!Joel's POV Date Scene)

chapter 13 scene (Jealous!Joel Smut after Date 18+)

chapter 13 cut endings (Angst af)

chapter 14 sneak peek (Reflection Joel's POV)

chapter 15 sneak peek (Totally Casual Drinks Between Friends)

chapter 16 sneak peek (Dina and Ellie Plan)

chapter 17 sneak peek (The Dance)

chapter 18 sneak peek (Joel Pines for You)

chapter 18 secret scene (Tommy finally fucking figures it out)

chapter 19 sneak peek (Tommy and Reader)

fic playlist

MC playlist

Taylor-coded MC playlist (for my fellow Swifties!)

Joel POV playlist

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Ajajsisnzuwba 😭this is so fucking good ❤️

The Love You Want: Part One

Attn: Okay sooo I said I wasn’t gonna but I did 😬 Story of my life lol. I am doing something different and trying an OFC so bear with me here. Her name is Cordelia also known as Delia, Cordie, CJ, and Dilly (this one is Sy’s only tho).

Also a bit of a change up, she actually refers to him by his first name, Eric. But overall I’m excited about this new story and hope y’all enjoy!!!

Attn 2: The title was inspired but a Sleep Token song. Yes I’m obsessed, forgive me, but here’s a link if anyone is interested:

Word Count: 1,973

Pairing: Eric Syverson x OFC Cordelia Alexander

Summary: You run into Eric after ten years of not being in contact and he realizes you have a child together.

Warnings: Much angst… all the angst. I’m sorry 😬

It was a day like any other for Cordelia Alexander, or Delia as she was mostly known as. It was the beginning of summer, and she and her daughter had just left the softball field. Currently they were doing a quick run to the Piggly Wiggly to grab a few groceries before they headed home. “Mama, can I get some more grapes?,” ten year old Lainey asked. “Lainey Beth you are gonna turn into a grape,” she chuckled in response. “Is that a yes?,” Lainey smiled. “Yes, of course you can have some grapes baby,” Delia replied before her little girl snatched up a bag and placed them in the cart.

“Whatcha thinkin’ for supper LB?,” she then asked. “It’s Tuesday, Mama. You already know,” Lainey told her. “Taco Tuesday?,” she questioned knowingly as Lainey nodded her head enthusiastically. “Alright then. Next question is what kind of tacos?,” Delia continued as she grabbed some tomatoes and lettuce. “Chicken for sure,” she said as she helped her mom bag up the produce. They made their way through the store grabbing the ingredients along with a few other odds and ends before ending up at the meat coolers.

Delia was so involved in finding a decent pack of chicken tenders she didn’t see who had happened upon the two of them. “You want some burgers tomorrow Lainey?,” she asked distractedly. “Mama,” Lainey whispered garnering all of her mother’s attention. “Who’s that man staring at us?,” she asked. When Delia looked up she was pinned in place with those eyes… The eyes like the ocean, the same eyes her daughter had. “Um… I—,” she stammered. “He looks like me. Is that…,” Lainey trailed off.

Lainey had asked about her father in recent years and Delia hadn’t lied about what happened. She remembered it like it was yesterday. It was right after graduation. She’d called and told him that she needed to see him, and had something important to tell him. Delia tried to keep her voice steady as she held the positive pregnancy test in her hand. “That’s good darlin’ because I got somethin’ I need to tell you too,” he’d replied. She met him down at the creek. It was the their favorite spot since they were children. When she got there he embraced her before placing a kiss on her lips.

“Eric I—,” she wavered. “I enlisted,” he blurted out. “You what?,” Delia asked in shock. “I enlisted Dilly,” he repeated, and she felt like she was losing her mind. “But… but,” she stammered. “I know it’s short notice,” he said. “Short notice? You didn’t even discuss this with me,” she said becoming frantic. “I know darlin’. It’s just.. I thought it’d be easier this way. I go for basic week after next then I’ll be gone. I just feel like I have to, you know? My dad and grandpa both enlisted,” he continued. “What about me? Us?,” Cordelia asked him. “Don’t feel right askin’ you to wait. Doesn’t seem fair. Y- you should go on and live your life Dilly. Forget about me,” he told her. “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me. Please tell me you’re jokin’,” she yelled.

He moved to touch her shoulder and she move out of his reach like his touch might burn her. “You promised me you’d always love me. You’re a liar Eric Syverson,” Delia said feeling her lip quiver. At that point she turned and walked away and let the tears fall freely. He didn’t ask what she had to tell him so she didn’t offer. All those years ago, Delia figured if he didn’t want her anymore, he surely wouldn’t want a baby, and she’d just figure it out on her own. Now standing here with his glassy eyes going from her to their daughter, it was almost too much to bear, so she threw the ground beef into the cart and bolted.

When she’s loading the groceries into the back hatch of her Traverse Lainey speaks. “Mama, was that my dad in there?,” she asked, painfully wise beyond her years. “Yeah baby it was. I— honestly I dunno how we hadn’t run into him before now or had some nosey little old bitty go tattling to him about how much y’all look alike,” Delia replied honestly. “It’s okay, Mama. I— I don’t think I’m ready to meet him today anyway. Can I get in the car?,” she asked her mom. “Yeah, of course,” Delia said, feeling unbelievably overwhelmed. She heaved the case of gatorades and water in before closing the hatch and turning to put the buggy into the return.

Delia got quite the start when she realized Eric was standing right there waiting. “Why didn’t you tell me?,” he asked. Delia blows a raspberry through her lips, not ready to have the conversation that’s been ten years in the making. “When was I supposed to tell you Eric? When you told me you were deploying ooooor when you told me to move on with my life? Because it’s kinda hard to work in, “By the way I know you don’t want me anymore, but my birth control failed and now I’m pregnant,” amongst all that,” she huffed. He looked down at the ground and Delia swears she sees a tear fall as he shakes his head.

“You know I heard you had a kid, but when I did I figured you’d done what I said. Went on and found a good man, had a family. I didn’t realize she was mine. If… if I’d known—“ he said before she cut him off. “You would’ve stayed with me out of pity? Like that’s so much better,” Delia said, venom dripping from her voice. She knew he’d hurt her, hell she’d been in therapy over the years to cope with everything, but what she didn’t realize was how bad it actually still hurt. “You’re wrong,” he replied softly. “How? How am I wrong? You didn’t love me anymore. You—,” she carried on when his eyes came alight with anger. “I NEVER stopped lovin’ you Dilly. I didn’t want to leave you behind, but I was just a big dumb fuckin’ idiot. Didn’t have a damn thing goin’ for me. I wanted better for you. As soon as I left, I knew I’d fucked up. Leavin’ you behind was the worst mistake of my life, and now it’s just that much worse,” he said desperately as his chest heaved.

“Don’t call me that, and there’s no way…” Delia said, feeling a tightness in her throat. “No way what? That I still love you? That every moment of every day all I can think about is bein’ with you?,” he said, pained expression etching his features. “It’s been ten years Eric. People change. I’m not… I’m not who I used to be, and I’m sure you aren’t either,” Delia replied. Her heart feels like it’s in her throat and in her stomach all at the same time. It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear from him, but it’s just far, far too late. There’s no way he could actually still love her.

“What happened when you told your parents?,” he asked. “They put me out. I went to school, got my RN, came back here, started working at the local walk-in clinic, and got a little apartment for Lainey and me. We have a house now, but in the early years I couldn’t afford one,” she shrugged. Delia caught him grimace. “They put you and Lainey out? Lainey’s her name?,” he asked. “Lainey Beth Alexander, and yeah. They put me out when I was still pregnant. You know how they are. They never gave a shit about me anyway. They weren’t about to start then,” Delia replied.

“You go have her all alone too?,” he asked. “I had my best friend Patrice with me. I’d say I traumatized her, but she’s got three kids of her own now so I guess not. She was there for me when— Through it all. Still is,” she told him. “Dilly I am so sorry. I should’ve been there,” he said, voice cracking. “You didn’t know, and I’m not upset about it,” she said, surprising him. She’d always been so forgiving, even when people didn’t deserve it. He shook his head. “I am. I should’ve never left you behind, a- and now I’ve missed so much with you… with Lainey. Can I meet her?,” he then asked. “She’s not ready Eric,” Delia let him know. He nodded. “She knew didn’t she?,” he asked. “Yeah, and I can’t lie to her. I never have,” she replied.

“Does she hate me?,” he asked softly. “I wouldn’t do that,” Delia snapped. “I know, but still. If I were her, I’d hate me,” Eric said softly. “She doesn’t understand why I didn’t tell you, but she’s just a child. She’s never faced heartbreak. If anyone, she’s likely gonna be angry with me before it’s over. I can handle it,” Delia said with certainty. “You look good Dilly,” he then tells her. Cordelia thinks about how she looks right now. She’s got her long, dark brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, definitely needing to be washed. She’d forgone her contacts today and had on her glasses. Her dark green eyes likely looked as tired as she felt since she had on minimal makeup. She’d woke up late, and was short on time. Then she was still in her scrubs, having gone from the clinic straight to the softball field to meet Patrice and her husband Elijah with all the kids for their games. She was sweaty, and at least twenty pounds heavier than the last time they saw each other, though she was still smaller than Eric. Then she looked up at him.

Really it was him who looked good. His soft curls were buzzed off, but he was sporting a thick beard that made him look like such a man it should be illegal. He looked bigger than she remembered too. Definitely so much thicker than he’d been when they were eighteen. Delia pushed the thoughts away. “Thanks,” she mumbled, not really meeting his eye. She couldn’t afford to get flustered. She couldn’t fall back into those old feelings, the ones she’d been harboring all of these years. She couldn’t handle having her heart broken by him a second time. “Can I get your number so we can keep in touch about Lainey?,” Eric then asked her. “Sure, where’s your phone?,” she asked. He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to her. Delia took the phone with shaky hands and added her number. “There you go,” she said as she handed it back to him. “Thanks,” he replied.

He took her in, wanting to wrap her up in his arms so badly. It had been so long and yet it felt like time had hardly passed. She was just as beautiful as ever, but looked just as broken as the day he’d told her he had enlisted. Now knowing it wasn’t only the loss of him she’d been mourning killed him. “Dilly—,” he said, moving closer. “Please don’t,” she said holding her hands up. He nodded lightly before backing away, although his every instinct screamed at him not to. “I guess I’ll be seein’ you around then,” he replied dumbly. “Yeah…,” Delia trailed off. She stood there stunned for a moment before getting in the car and putting it in reverse, and for the second time, Eric Syverson watched his whole life just walk away. But this time things were different. HE was different. He wanted to know his daughter, to be with the woman he loved.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself while pulling out his phone, dialing the one person he could always call on. “Hey, Walt. You home?,” he asked.

Part Two

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SLAY!

(Literally 💀)

Crystal dagger uncovered in Spain, dating to around 3.000 BC

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Henry Cavill

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PREGNANCY / BIRTH / BABIES

RECOMMENDATION LIST

This collection encompasses domesticity of pregnancy, birth, postpartum, baby stories and series. Lady or GN readers. (If you’re looking for spicy- check links at end of page)

If you’re one of the writers I’ve tagged: thank you for sharing your gift!

Consider all stories fluff to 18+, read author warnings

🝮 = HALL OF FAME selections

ADDING MORE AS I GO ✶ MAIN MASTER LIST

JOEL MILLER

🝮 SHORT DAYS, LONG NIGHTS @frannyzooey

Series. Joel + Lady reader on their own in post outbreak world, settle in a remote cabin… relationship grows… pregnancy

UNFORGIVABLE MISTAKE @lionlena

Series begins with Joel having a one night stand with the reader then rejecting her. She leaves the next day… a few years later Joel arrives in Jackson where he discovers the reader and her son with brown curly hair…

REFLECTIONS OF THE MOON @chloeangelic

Joel arrives in Jackson + teacher start an affair, she gets pregnant…

SLICE OF PARADISE and FROM LOVE AND LIFE @bubbles-for-all-of-us

All fluffy fluff- Joel and reader + Ellie have a farmhouse in Jackson and life is good. Reader is 5 months pregnant. A medical emergency a town over sends the reader on a trip at 8 months pregnant and the trip back does not go as planned…

JOEL’S CHILDREN @absurdthirst

Single story. Joel + reader from Kansas City travel to Jackson with Ellie and on to find the Fireflies. On the way the reader discovers she is pregnant and like Ellie, also in danger of experiments…

AND THEN IT HAPPENED @supernaturalgirl20

You tell Joel you’re pregnant and he doesn’t take it well. Relationship is angsty if not over. With support of others in Jackson life goes on. Until Joel comes around…

THUNDER ROLLS on AO3

Short story- Reader reminisces about life with Joel, comfort during a storm, pregnancy

DARLIN ID WAIT FOR YOU @cowgurrrl

In labor at home and Maria and Ellie are helping you through it while Tommy finds Joel

NEVER FELT SO LOVED @alwaysmicado

Plagued by anxiety and doubt, you’re 6 months pregnant and you and Joel are new to Jackson, it’s safety, his family. You worry about becoming a mother, if Joel will survive and return from patrol duties, etc. Soft, supportive Joel makes something for you…

SAFE AND WARM @alwaysmicado

Single story. Stopping for the night, you need to tell Joel you’re pregnant. He promises to protect and care for you

SHOOTING STARS @randofantfic

Single story. You and Joel have been trying for a baby for 3 years and 2 miscarriages. Your doctor calls and has you come in for test results. Not suspecting anything, you’re shocked to find out you’re 17 weeks pregnant. You tell Joel while decorating for Christmas

STEPS @miller-lookforthe-lite

Series. You’re in a truck headed to Wyoming with Joel and Ellie. You’d been in the Boston QZ and that’s where you met and worked with Joel and Tess, your brother and sister. You’ve had bouts of vomiting and dizziness, your breasts are tender when Joel caresses them, he takes notice of it all, but neither of you speak about what you suspect to be true. Besides, your periods haven’t come because your underfed right?

AFTER BIRTH @joelslastofus

Joel takes care of you and the baby after you’re home from the hospital fluff

CARING HAND @kkcauseway

Single story. You and Joel are on the road driving to your vacation when you become sick and overheated. Joel takes care of you fluff

DIN DJARIN

SUNSHINE @zialltops

Post Mandalorian series, Din settles on Navarro and enrolls Grogu in school. And falls for the teacher hard. Reader is a teacher with glasses who loves gardening… secret past. Din has a glorious breeding kink, possessive/protective, pregnancy…DARK LUKE…

BESKAR DOLL @justagalwhowrites

Din + ex Naboo handmaiden who is wanted by the Empire. Cargo to much much more. So prolific and exciting! Slow burn, eventual pregnancy

BEST KEPT SECRET @lincolndjarin

Bodyguard Din + unhappily married princess on Naboo… her husband is to be king, is a monster, but luckily not yet interested in her. She and Din grow closer, rules are put in place, being found out would be deadly…

SECURITY @dindjarindiaries

Prolific series of Din + princess of destroyed planet, marriage, pregnancy, adventures…

KEEPING SECRETS @drewharrisonwriter

Din + lady reader discovers she is pregnant and fears telling Din thinking that he’d leave her. Cara helps talk her through it, adventure forces the truth to come out…

NOTHING IS WRONG and NOTHING IS WRONG: IN ABSENTIA on AO3

Din + lady reader who he discovers injured while collecting a bounty, bring her aboard the Crest so she can heal… quick and fun read through chapters, slowish burn, Mandalorians are all about reproducing, eventual pregnancy…

MY GODS ARE NOT KIND TO LONELY MOTHERS @fanfreakinfiction

Din, during a difficult time, spends a night at a brothel with a virgin woman. Months later he has a dream of her, pregnant and in distress. Grogu helps lead him to her, finding her on a backwater planet climbing up a mountain to give birth…

WRITER SPOTLIGHT! @charnelhouse

YOU BECAME ALL THE THINGS I WISHED FOR, ALL THE THINGS I HOPED Short of Din + Lady reader who discovers she’s pregnant.

YOUR HEART IN MY HANDS Birth of the baby, domestic life with new baby, Din, and Grogu.

THE REST. Twins! And a sprinkling of reality with a house full of babies

PAZ VIZSLA

PAZ + PREGNANT RIDUUR @sprout-fics

Just a short and sweet snapshot of Paz as an adoring father and his pregnant wife.

JAVIER PEÑA

COMATOSE @absurdthirst

Javi + DEA partner reader have a fling but break it off, reader is shot in action, placed into a coma, and Javi learns she is pregnant… Series

PERFECTLY INTOXICATING @gracieispunk

Reader arrives in Columbia for a 12 month job assisting the DEA agents in handling mountains of paperwork after Escobar. Steve and Connie are already friends with a past, reader meets Javi and “casual” relationship begins… unplanned, but wanted pregnancy… Steve is her best friend, Texas, Miami, job stresses… Javi grows leaps and bounds

STUFFING @palioom

Javi settled in Lerado coming home to his pregnant wife. He does the thing where he stands behind her and lifts her belly to hold the weight for her…

AGENT WHISKEY

UNWILLINGLY BONDED @absurdthirst

Agent Whiskey is on a mission to recover a hard drive when he stumbles upon an Omega in heat… A/B/O dynamics, breeding, pregnancy, birth, dumbass Jack.

MARCUS MORENO

YOURS @radiowallet

Reader tells Marcus she is pregnant and he is thrilled…

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

BRIEF INTERRUPTION @ghostheartfelt

Price and wife struggling with infertility find out she’s pregnant while he’s in a meeting. Just happy fluff

BABY TALK @the-froschamethyst4

Price has the baby all to himself for the weekend while mom is away with friends. He tries to teach her to say dada, 141 friends come over

NEWBORN SON @ghostlywhiskey

Price holding his newborn son for the first time

I’M HERE NOW @unreliablesnake

You find out you’re pregnant but John is deployed. You send him an image of the ultrasound to see when he can and you wait for a reply

KÖNIG

KÖNIG HEAD-CANON @bimbodoggie

König as an expectant father

SIMON GHOST RILEY

SLEEP @lethalchiralium

How Simon sleeps best

SURPRISING GHOST WITH A PREGNANCY @nsharks

Ghost arrives back from a long deployment and you’ve been together 5 years. You meet him in the shadows outside the base and tell him the news…

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @babygirl-riley

SMALL TRADITIONS Simon passing on traditions and memories of his beloved mother with your 3 daughters. Fluff

IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH Really hard pregnancy and delivery and Simon is there every step of the way

GHOST AND PREMIE DAUGHTER @stargirlrchive

The baby comes early and he’s there every minute for his girls

WRITER SPOTLIGHT @midnightcrw

PREGNANCY RISK After hearing news from the doctor that it would be dangerous for you to have a baby, Simon is terrified to even try

MOOD SWINGS, CRAVINGS, AND MELTDOWNS Being Simon’s hormonal pregnant wife

SIMON AND YOUR BELLY @sunsetsimon

And your cravings

SIMON LOVES MILFS @simonrillleyyysss

Home from deployment, Simon wakes to you breast feeding the baby. Once the baby is asleep he has his way with you

FAMILY @albanskikoks

Simon arrives home and is so moved to see his family fluff

GROWING PAINS @oceantornadoo

Going out for the first time as a family is stressful and he helps you through it

UNEXPECTED, PART 2 @dammn-dean

You’re in a relationship with Simon, but he’s acting distant and short with you… but you have news to tell him. It doesn’t get told until you’re in labor

BABYS FIRST FEVER @certifiedcodbabygirl

Your daughter has a fever and Simon knows just what to do

ONE NIGHT STAND @cmncisspnandmore

Series. Having just moved to London, knowing no one, you head to a bar. Overwhelmed by your past you take a moment behind the bar to breathe and meet Simon who you go home with…

Let’s spice things up!

🌶️ BREEDING, LACTATION, AND PREGNANCY KINKS REC LISTS:

Joel Miller

Javier P and other Pedro Characters

Din Djarin, Paz Vizsla, Bobba Fett, Thrawn

Call of Duty

Rec count: 51

[marantha]

I can’t get over that he lowkey was dressed like Marcus Moreno from We Can be Heroes 🥹 he looked so good!

I get vibes from Professor Miller. This ladies is his favorite teacher, always looking handsome.

[marantha]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 1

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Word Count: 3,502

Warnings: Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A big thanks to @shellyshellshell for encouraging me to write this story!

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading! 

*Syverson POV*

It’s certainly difficult to leave the cool air conditioning of the house to head to work when the weather forecast predicts another scorching Texas summer day where the humidity makes your clothes immediately stick to your skin. It’s nothing I’m not familiar with having grown up in Texas my whole life and then spending two tours in the desert before returning home. You’d think I would move somewhere cold, but the south is all I know. I certainly couldn’t leave Nana and Pawpaw either. After finishing my last tour, I came home and bought an empty house in disrepair and spent the better part of a year ripping it to studs and rebuilding. I was really struggling with returning to civvy life after spending the majority last ten years in the sand pit. Originally, I had just planned to fix up my house so that it was comfortable and hell, livable, until I discovered what I wanted to do outside of the army. Remodeling my house taught me that I really enjoyed working with my hands and building things. I guess you could say taking a broken, outdated home and making it beautiful and functional again really resonated with me on a deeper level. I was lucky to leave the army with only some mild PTSD and nightmares. Hell, I had all of my limbs and was alive which is more that I can say I deserve. Staying busy helped me cope so after working towards getting my contractor’s license, I decided to start my own company, Syverson Contracting. It was still a small operation with only about seven employees including my cousin Alex, but we got by just fine.

After getting ready for the day and sipping on my cup of coffee on the porch with my German Shepard, Aika, I put my boots on and headed to the truck for the first day on a new worksite. Like usual, I called Nana on the way to work to check in. My grandparents lived about fifteen minutes away from me, but I still called to check on them every morning and make sure they’re doing alright. As I drive, Nana starts chattering all about how her friend’s granddaughter is single and I should be looking for a good woman to marry and settle down with. We’ve had this conversation umpteen times before but I can’t seem to get it through my stubborn grandmother’s head that it’s useless. I’ve been burned by too many women in the past as a young and naïve man and I just don’t want to bring someone into all of my problems. Yes, I go to therapy at the VA to help with my PTSD but it still doesn’t stop the sleepless nights and nightmares that immediately send me back to wartime in the desert. As much as I’ve always wanted a partner in life; a beautiful wife to come home to, a couple of kids and the proverbial picket fence, I just don’t see how it could be in the cards for me now. I’m too fucked up. Nana of course would never understand and I certainly don’t want to drag her into it so I just listen to her drone on and on about some chick named Susanne and then tell her that I’ve got to go.

After speaking with my team and giving instructions for the job, I went to Alex’s flatbed truck and we all started unloading the materials. The home we were working on was owned by a young couple expecting their first child. It was a simple job, replacing the flooring throughout the house, building a shed in the backyard for lawnmowers and other garden tools, and repairing some dry rotting siding near the fireplace. The great thing about my team is that I could get them started and didn’t have to micromanage them. After several hours in the walloping sun, we all broke for lunch. After cooling off and reenergizing at the local Wendy’s, we all headed back to the house to continue our work. Since I was used to being in these weather conditions, I decided to head out toward the edge of the woods in the backyard and start building the garden shed. When I went to lift up some of the plywood, I was beyond shocked to find a shaking and filthy little tan dog who appeared to be injured and terrified.

“Shit. Heya buddy, I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s alright pal. Let me take a look atcha.”

As a true animal lover, I was immediately enraged. Someone had intentionally abused this poor defenseless animal and either abandoned it or it was able to limp off to the woods. The little male pup, couldn’t be older than a year was bleeding from four different wounds on the side of his sand colored body. The second I scooped him up, he was whining and cowering in fear.

“You’re alright little man. I’m gonna take care of ya. Let’s see if we can getcha to a vet.” I call Aika’s vet office and unfortunately there is no answer. Janet must still be taking her lunch break.

I see Alex walking outside to grab some of the flooring to bring inside and yell for him to come here.

“What’s up, Sy?”

“Just found this little guy beat to hell by the woods.”

“Jesus. What kind of bastards do that to an animal?” Alex ponders as he was looking at the injured and sick animal. 

“I’m gonna see if Dr. Robinson’s in. Hopefully I can get the little feller in today but I need you to run the site until I get back.”

“No problem, Sy. Didn’t she just have another kid? I’m not sure if she’ll be there but I know Jessica said something about them hiring a new vet so I’m sure someone will be around.”

The veterinarian’s office was only a fifteen-minute drive from the site so after giving the poor thing some water, I loaded him up and drove there.

On the ride over, he seemed to relax a bit and not shake as bad as he had been and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“Oh Austin! How good to see you! Did your Aika have an appointment?”

“Hey Ms. Janet, is Dr. Robinson in? It’s not for Aika. I found this guy by the woods and he’s been hurt something awful.”

“Heavens to Betsy! Poor little angel! Elizabeth is out on maternity leave but we’ve hired a new vet. You'll like her. Let me check with her and see if she can work you in.”

“Yes ma’am.”

A few moments later, Janet scurries back and directs me to an exam room with the little guy. I guess I could have just dropped him off and went back to work but my heart just couldn’t stand it. Hell, I fought to bring back Aika from Afghanistan because of how quickly I fell in love with her and she’s been the best dog ever. I can’t imagine leaving this little guy to potentially die from his injuries without a friendly face nearby.

*Knock Knock!*

The door opens and my heart stops at the same time. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen enters while carrying a clipboard and a stethoscope. She’s a petite little thing only reaching to my shoulders with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and crystal blue eyes that feel like they see straight to my soul.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Emma Miller. I hear you found this little guy in the woods?”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Hello there, I’m Austin Syverson. Yeah, I uh, I found him and he looks like he’s been abused.”

She smiles brightly and shakes my hand when I introduce myself and the moment I touch her soft skin, I can hardly think straight. Why the hell do I feel so jittery? It’s just a beautiful woman Sy. Get ahold of yourself. I tell her exactly what I found and she quickly starts examining him while speaking to him in a sweet voice.

“Hi sweet boy. You poor thing! I’m so sorry someone has been treating you so horribly. We’re going to take care of you, yes we are. You’re going to be good as new! I’m going to give you some fluids because you’re dehydrated little guy. Once we get some fluids in you, I’ll try giving you some food. How about that little man?”

I can’t help but smile as she baby talks to him while inserting an IV in his tiny arm and starting him on fluids. She examines the wounds more carefully before retrieving a pair of things that look like tweezers.

“If I had to guess, I would say this guy is about 10-12 months old. I suspect these wounds on his side are from a BB gun. Would you mind holding his head? I’m going to give him some pain relief in his IV to help him relax and then try and clean the area and see if I can remove them. We’re a bit short staffed at the moment with Dr. Robinson out and two of our techs calling in sick so I’ll need your help if that’s okay?”

“Fucking BB guns.” I murmur under my breath. Damn some people are just the worst.

“I’m happy to help.” I tell her quickly and take up residence next to the puppy’s head to hold him still.

“Thank you.” She replies quietly while concentrating on rubbing some brown cleaner across each wound.

I can’t help but watch her as she focuses on removing all four bb’s and placing them into a metal bowl. She’s so effortlessly beautiful and incredibly adorable as she works on the dog who seems to be feeling so much better with the medication and fluids that he has received. She sews up each wound quickly and efficiently. The pup seems to be almost as captivated by her as I am. When she’s done, he even attempts to wag his tail for her. Dr. Miller explains that he will need a flea and tick bath before she can dress the wounds because he has several fleas on him and she doesn’t want them getting into the incisions.

“Mr. Syverson, I hate to keep you from your day. Would you want to just come back for him in a little while? I have to do an exam on a yorkie with diabetes but then I’ll bathe him on my break and get his wounds dressed.”

“Sugar?” I ask.

“I’m sorry, pardon?” She responds a bit flustered.

I smirk as I see the blush tinting her cheeks. “The yorkie. Is it named Sugar?”

“Oh! Yes! Someone you know?”

“My grandma’s neighbor, Mrs. Clayton, has a yappy little yorkie named Sugar and I believe I overheard that it has diabetes.”

“Yes, well that would be her.” She smirks back.

“I don’t mind waiting with the little guy. Is it alright if I stay and help you bathe him? Since your short staffed and all?” I ask with my most charming smile.

Her beaming grin tells me all I need to know. “Sure, Mr. Syverson. Can you give me about twenty minutes?”

“Only if you’ll call me Austin or Sy. Mr. Syverson is my pawpaw.” I say with a grin.

“Alright Austin. I’m going to leave you with some wet food on the table for this little fellow, but can I trust you to only give him small amounts slowly? We don’t know when his last meal was so we don’t want to overwhelm his belly.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mock salute at her with two fingers and she giggles when she leaves the exam room. I swear the moment she did I was a goner. I need to find a way to hear that giggle more.

“Well little guy, it looks as though we are helping each other out, huh? You ain’t the only one broken and battered.” I say as I give the dog a small plastic spoonful of wet dog food that he almost swallows hole.

“What should I call you?” I hypothesize aloud while the pup continues eating sloppily from the spoon I’m holding.

“Since Dr. Miller here patched you up, how about Miller? We can call you Mills for short. What do you think about that? I like it.”

Emma finally returns to the exam room and is happy to see that the Mills has eaten the food I gave him and kept it all down. Due to the food, medications, and fluids he received you can already tell a slight difference in his demeanor.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” She says while carefully picking him up and carrying him to the back of the building before pausing. “You coming, Austin?” She asks.

God, I hope I will be soon. I think before I rush over to open the exam door for her and follow her to the back.

“You know, I’m breaking rules by letting you back here so don’t make me regret it.” She says to me teasingly as she carefully sets Mills into a large stainless-steel sink and begins to bathe him with medicated shampoo.

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

“No, if I have to call you Austin, you have to call me Emma. It’s only fair.”

“Well, Emma is a beautiful name so that will be easy. If you don’t mind my asking, where are you from? We haven’t had a new vet in town since Dr. Robinson came and that was probably ten years ago.” I watch as Emma carefully removes three ticks from his fur and want to outwardly cringe. Ticks are the devil’s bug.

“I’m from Alabama. I’ve only been in Texas for about a month but just started working in the office this last week.” She tells me as she very carefully continues to clean Mills.

“What brought you all the way out here? Did your husband get transferred out here or something?”

She side eyes my question with a smirk. “Nope, just the job. No husband or kids. No boyfriend either in case that was your next question.” She remarks sarcastically.

My stomach flips with excitement even though she caught on to what I was really fishing for.

“Well, I’m certainly glad you’re here. For Mills’ health needs of course.” I add quickly while gesturing to the pup.

“Mills?”

“Yup. Short for Miller, after the doctor who’s taking care of him.”

Her cheeks blush bright red as she runs a flea comb gently through his fur. “Well aren’t you just the charmer. I’m surprised Janet didn’t warn me about you. She’s been clueing me in on pretty much the entire town.”

“Ah, good ole’ Janet. She knows there’s no need to warn you about me. She’s known me since I was in diapers so that should tell you enough about my character if she didn’t warn you off.”

“That’s good to know. So, are you planning on keeping little Mills? Or are you wanting us to adopt him out once he’s all healed?”

“Oh, I plan on keeping him if that’s alright. As long as my girl, Aika, is okay with it I’ll keep him. Can’t imagine sending him off to a stranger after what he’s already been through.”

“Well, if your girlfriend isn’t on board with keeping him just let us know and we can see about arranging a foster for him until he’s able to be put up for adoption.” She says while stepping a little further away from me.

Girlfriend? Oh dumbass, you made her think Aika is your girlfriend.

“Aika’s my German Shepard. I don’t have a wife, kids, or a girlfriend either.” I said poking fun at her sarcastic comment from earlier.

Emma grins but just continues to rinse Mills off. She notices that one of his paws looks a bit swollen but she can’t find any cuts or wounds so she thinks it may just be bruised from trying to run from his abuser.

Once we get him dried off, I hold his head again for her to clean and dress the wounds on his side and I’m dreading leaving.

“So, I’ll need to see little Mills in 3 days to check his wounds and remove the stitches. I need you to clean and redress the wounds one time a day like I’ve shown you. I’ve got his medication and antibiotics here and a couple of cans of that wet food that you fed him earlier. I recommend continuing to feed it to him slowly so that his tummy doesn’t get upset. Nobody likes waking up to a dog throwing up or having diarrhea in the house. If he does okay with that food we can discuss increasing his food intake at the next appointment. Do you have any questions, Austin?”

“Just one. Can I get your number, Emma? You know, in case I have questions about your prodigy, Little Mills, here.” I add with a smirk.

“I’m sure you have the number for the vet’s office.” She smirks.

“That I do, but I’d like yours as well, please.” I ask with my most convincing smile.

“Alright, alright. Just don’t advertise it. The last thing I need is people like Mrs. Clayton calling me after hours.” She concedes with a giggle and I can’t help my boisterous laughter at the last part.

“Nobody wants someone like Mrs. Clayton calling them all the time. That woman would talk to a wall just to hear her own voice.” I hand her my phone and she quickly types her number and I save it under “Mills’ Future Mama” and smirk to myself.

I pay and make the next appointment for Mills and then head to the local pet store for a collar, leash, dog bed, and more dog food. Luckily, Mills sleeps on the ride home and I can’t decide if he’s finally realized I’m not going to hurt him or if he’s still drowsy from the effects of the meds he received. I head home and send Alex an update that I’ll be back at the site tomorrow.

When I get home, I bring everything inside before carrying Mills over to Aika and carefully introducing him. After the initial excitement wears off, Aika heads outside to the backyard and I’m relieved that she seems to accept him. She’s always been such a good dog so hopefully I can rely on her to show our little rookie around and teach him our routines.

I go about showering and eating dinner, but I can’t seem to get my mind off Emma. I obviously want to play it cool but she has infiltrated my mind to the point where I just can’t think of anything else. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stop myself. I decide to take a picture of Mills in his little bed and text it to her.

Sy: <attached image>

Mills’ Future Mama: I’m glad to see my namesake is adjusting to his new life. I take it that his sibling accepts him?

Mills’ Future Mama: Also, you’re lucky I opened that picture text. Typically receiving a picture from an unknown number is never a good thing 😖

Sy: Sounds like your mind is in the gutter or you have some seriously unhinged acquaintances, darlin. Aika has accepted him into the pack without hesitation.

Mills’ Future Mama: More like, men are nasty and will take any opportunity to send an unsolicited dick pic to even the most unwilling recipients. Glad you found the little guy. He seems right at home.

Sy: He is. You should come visit him sometime.

Mills’ Future Mama: Why would I do that when he’ll be in my office in three days?

Sy: Maybe to see his owner?

Mills’ Future Mama: I’d imagine his daddy will be the one bringing him back to my office though?

Sy: Alright then, how about I make you some dinner at my place? Say tomorrow at 5pm?

Mills’ Future Mama: Make it 5:30 and I’ll be there. Just know I’ll be sending your information to my best friend in case you try and murder me.

Sy: What type of people were you surrounded by in Alabama? 🤨

Mills’ Future Mama: I was actually in a super safe town. Just watch too many crime shows to make careless mistakes.

Sy: Smart lady. You can tell whoever you want, darlin’. I’ve got nothing to hide and I appreciate a woman who has some self-preservation skills.

Mills’ Future Mama: Trust me, I’m very skilled at many things. 😜

Sy: Damn woman, I’m trying my best to be a gentleman here. It’s not fair to tease me.

Mills’ Future Mama: Not teasing. Just stating facts. 🙃

Sy: Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough. Here’s my address. Any food allergies?

Mills’ Future Mama: Nope! I’ll bring dessert. I’m interested to test your cooking prowess.

Sy: You’re killing me.

Mills’ Future Mama: See you tomorrow!

Part 2

Taglist: @shellyshellshell @henryownsme @caramariehurst @beck07990 @mollymal

[marantha]

I Can Fix That Masterlist

Attn: Had some downtime and thought I’d make a masterlist for this beloved series because why not! This series was my baby. Tbh I’m still a little sad its over, but I hope anyone who has read it or chooses to read it enjoyed/enjoys it!

Series Summary: You move to Texas after being cheated on by your ex fiancé. One day, not too long after moving in, you meet your new neighbor, Sy.

Each chapter has individual warnings. I was going to do a series warnings list but don’t want to give away spoilers!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

[marantha]

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY THE CUTEST SHIT EVER 😭😭😭🫶🏻

summary: "drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain."/"kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain." The first time you meet Spencer Reid, you swore that you could feel the sparks fly. You figured that it would be unreasonable to ever consider him to be anything more than a friend, and in a moment of selflessness you tell yourself that you are perfectly fine in that position. As time goes on, the line between romantic and platonic love begins to blur indefinitely. But it would be ridiculous to think that the resident genius would feel anything for you... right?

pairing: spencer reid x bau!fem!reader genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, mutual pining, happy ending warnings: rated 16+ for canonical criminal minds trauma, drugs/relapsing, torture, therapy, panic attacks/night terrors, guns, death, ‼️always read each fic's individual warnings for triggers‼️ taglist [CLOSED]: here playlist: here status: complete

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01 — better than revenge

“she’s not a saint, no, she’s not what you think. she’s an actress.” 

you thought you were past the immature arguments now that you're an adult. you thought you left those in high school, or even college. maybe you thought you did. apparently, spencer thought otherwise. // wc: 10.4k

02 — haunted

“something’s gone terribly wrong, you’re all i wanted.”/“you’re not gone, you can’t be gone.”

it wasn't supposed to be like this. it was supposed to be a normal open-shut case. but people are unpredictable and you're left picking up the pieces as you work yourself to the grave. // wc: 10.1k

03 — labyrinth

“uh oh, i’m falling in love”/“thought the plane was going down, how’d you turn it right around?”

everything hurts. it's understandable, after everything he's went through. spencer wishes that he could erase every one of his scars. he wishes he could stop chasing the highs and embrace the lows. but at least he has you. // wc: 3.8k

04 — you are in love

“you can hear it in the silence.”/”you can hear it on the way home.”/”you can see it with the lights out.”

spencer didn't think that something like this could happen. no, rather, he wanted to deny the fact that something like this could happen. but all he can think about is you. in other words; the four times spencer wants to kiss you, and the one time he wishes he did. // wc: 3.4k

05 — enchanted

“please don’t be in love with someone else”/“please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

the line drawn in the sand that was once supposed to be an invisible boundary to never cross is washed away by the sand. these are the kind of lines where you could never go back to should you cross them; and yet here you are, so scared to see the ending as the two of you pretend that this is nothing. // wc: 4.9k

06 — untouchable

“come on, come on, say that we’ll be together”/“i’m caught up in you.”

so close and yet so far. maybe in some twisted way, you are each other's romeo and juliet, doomed from the beginning. or maybe you are each other's hamlet and ophelia, the tragedy of a love that never really was. // wc: 4.3k

07 — wildest dreams

“he’s so tall, and handsome as hell”/”his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room.”

never in your wildest dreams did you think that you would be privileged enough to experience something so good. spencer reminds you that these things are reality. // wc: 3.3k

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