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[pursuedbyamemoryy]

₊˚⊹ your sweet lips on my lips 🧸

about : first kiss and early mornings w mike <33. title is a hozier lyric from like real people do!!

warnings : a little longer than usual!! 1.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader ( once lol )

author’s note : I WANT TO KISS HIM SO BAD AAAAAUGHHHH. i’m so obsessed w him my brain is him and him only

your breaths were slow and steady as you slept in an uncomfortable position on mike’s couch. the tv was on low volume in the background, playing reruns of some old sitcom that your parents probably watched as kids. you were tucked under a small throw blanket that was always draped over the back of the couch, and a couple of your limbs were dangling over the edge of the cushions.

you were looking for work and mike had hired you to babysit abby. although with the hours you were at his house, it was more of just making sure abby was asleep and then more often than not, falling asleep yourself. the pay wasn’t great, but you didn’t mind. you really liked abby, and got along with her well. and well… her brother had caught your eye. he was a bit of a loser, sure, but you found him endearing. you admired how hard he worked in order to support his younger sister, it was clear she meant a lot to him. plus he was always kind to you.

while getting to know abby and becoming a more prominent person in her life, you also passingly got to know mike. abby had plenty of stories to tell, and you would often have short conversations with him before or after his shift. she had even let it slip once that mike was interested in you, and may or may not have a crush on you.

“my brother talks about you a lot, you know.” abby said oh so casually as you were helping her get ready for bed one night.

“is that so?” you quirked a brow, suddenly very intrigued at what secrets she might spill. you had harbored feelings towards the man for a while, probably as long as you’d been babysitting abby for. you always thought he would never reciprocate your feelings, and therefore decided to keep quiet about your crush.

“yeah, he says you’re pretty and you make him happy. and he’s glad you get along with me. he likes that” she said, looking up at you as you tucked her blankets around her.

you felt your cheeks grow warm, and a smile broke out on your face. “that’s good to know. he makes me happy as well, both of you do.”

“he also said he wishes he had time to get to know you more. i think he likes you. do you like him too?” abby inquired as she snuggled into the covers.

you thought carefully for a moment before responding. “i do, yeah. and i would definitely like to spend time with him if i’m given the chance. but that’s enough for tonight, it’s already late. sleep well, abby. i’ll be in the other room if you need me.” you press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before standing up and leaving her bedroom for the night.

that very brief conversation with abby stayed on your mind for the following days. when mike came home early the next morning you were more flustered than ever when you spoke to him. since then you had been trying to find a way to make your feelings a little more known, hoping one of you would have the courage to finally confess.

keys jingled and the front doorknob rattled as mike let himself into the house. it was quiet, as it was just past 6am. the only sounds were the faint conversations of the show on the television, and the sound of his own footsteps padding across the floor. he set down his keys and kicked his shoes off before making his way into the living room where he saw you fast asleep. he quietly picked the remote off of the coffee table and turned the tv off.

although he wasn’t quiet enough, and you started to stir. “abby?” you asked tiredly. you blinked up at mike, slowly starting to sit up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“nope, it’s me. sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” he replied quietly as he set the remote back on the table. “did everything go alright with abby?”

you sat quietly for a moment, trying to find your thoughts in your sleep hazed brain. “yeah, she ate a good amount of her dinner and then we hung out and watched tv for a while before she went to bed. how was work?” you had pushed away the blanket and now sat upright, looking up at mike. he looked tired, which was to be expected. despite his exhausted features he looked handsome, although this wasn’t a new discovery.

his voice shook you out of your thoughts. “it was boring, but it pays.” he shrugs. “want some coffee?” he leaned his head in the direction of the kitchen.

“coffee sounds good” you smile. he starts to walk toward the kitchen and you follow behind him. damn, his butt looks good in those pants.

“i always feel bad falling asleep, i feel like i should be the one making coffee and breakfast for you.” you noted lightheartedly. you were trying not to gawk at him, which had been proven increasingly difficult after abby told you that he was in fact interested in you.

“i appreciate it, but it’s no big deal, really. i understand it can be a little boring being here all night. i trust you with abby, so if you need to sleep, sleep.” mike replied tiredly. you made a mental note to try and at least make coffee for him before he came home in the future.

once in the kitchen, he started gathering everything he needed to make just enough coffee for the both of you. you leaned against the counter, your back facing the wall. the two of you stood in comfortable, sleepy silence as the coffee brewed.

once the coffee maker had stopped gurgling, signaling the coffee was done, he grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet and poured you each a cup. you added the ingredients to make it just the way you liked it before taking a sip, nearly burning your tongue.

you could feel his eyes on you. not in a creepy way, but in admiration. he took a sip of his own coffee, his eyes lingering on your frame. you let your gaze wander back to him, meeting his own. you gave him a smile as you took another sip of your coffee.

"i uh.. would you like to go out with me one day? just us?" he stammered. he averted his gaze to his coffee, swishing the dark liquid inside to distract himself.

you smiled, giggling to yourself. it seems like abby was right about mike's feelings for you, not that you doubted her. you took a moment to collect yourself before responding. "yeah. yeah, i'd love to."

"he looked back up at you with a goofy smile on his face. "okay, cool. does tomorrow night work?"

you nodded, "yeah, that's perfect." you knew abby wouldn't lie to you about how mike felt, but it still made you giddy when he actually showed that he had feelings for you. you glanced over at the little digital clock on the stove. 7:08am. you took one last sip of your coffee, placing it down on the counter. "i should probably go, i have an appointment that i need to get to. you have work tonight, right?"

he looked disappointed, but nodded. "yeah. i'll see you later then?"

you nodded in response, "yeah, of course." you stepped closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

his cheeks immediately flushed and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he’s had other partners and had been in relationships before, but it had been so long since he was as infatuated with someone as he was with you. you were still close to him, and he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. he paused to make sure you were okay with it, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.

but you didn’t. you leaned in further and pressed your lips to his briefly, somewhat hesitantly. he grabbed your hip, holding you firmly but gently. he kissed you again, this time with more confidence. this kiss was longer, more passionate, and it only increased the feeling of butterflies flying around in your stomach.

“took you guys long enough. are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?” a small voice comes from the other side of the room. you and mike quickly pulled away from the kiss, much more flustered now that you had been caught by mike’s youthful sister. neither of you had heard her approach, and were startled at her sudden presence.

after recovering from the slight embarrassment, you looked at mike questioningly to see if, and how he would answer abby’s question.

“i sure hope so” he smiles, his attention focused back on you. “it’s up to them though.”

“i’d like that” you smiled back at him.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

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about : nsfw blurb!! mike being a bit of a loser ( lovingly )

author’s note : this is my first time posting nsfw, and i’m kinda nervous about posting this, so i hope you guys like it 😭!! if my embarrassment doesn’t get the better of me i might occasionally post more suggestive/nsfw stuff!!

to say mike likes seeing you in his clothes is an understatement. he loves the fact that his clothes are big on you. he loves the way you have to roll up the sleeves slightly so they’re not in the way, and how nearly all of his shirts reach your mid thigh. he always fucks you good, but when you wear his clothes during sex? it’s even better. he just gets so worked up seeing you in an old hoodie of his, he can’t help it!

even when you’re not currently wearing his clothes, he loves how they start to smell like you. he loves coming home after a long day of work, getting changed into his pajamas, and smelling you on the fabric. the scent of your perfume or cologne is almost intoxicating, in only the best way possible. when he can’t see you for a day or two due to work or other responsibilities, he buries his face into his clothes that smell so much like you. he whimpers as he thrusts into his hand, imagining it was you instead of an old hoodie of his. he can feel himself getting close, and he cums with a muffled groan. his cum spills over his fist, onto the sheets, and even a little on the poor old sweater of his.

please, keep wearing his clothes.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ sunshine and syrupy kisses 🥞

about : mornings w mike!!!

author’s note : he’s so boyfriend!! oh to spend a quiet, comfortable morning with him and abby 😞😞

mornings with mike can go a couple different ways:

1. being woken up by quiet knocks on mike’s bedroom door and realizing that oh shit. abby’s going to be late for school.

mike’s alarm clock had gone off not once, but about three times by now. you both acknowledged it and chose to ignore it, turning back to cuddle up with each other in the warmth of each other’s bodies and mike’s sheets. it was well past dawn and you both had lives to live, jobs to work, but neither of you cared at that moment.

however many minutes later there was a soft series of knocks at the bedroom door. “mike? are you awake?” a soft voice asks.

abby.

“i’m awake. give me a minute” mike groans, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he turns to look at his alarm clock, which reads 8:56 am.

shit.

once he realizes that abby was in fact late for school he scrambled out of bed, kicking the sheets to the side and scaring the shit out of you in the process.

“babe? what’s wrong?” you asked sleepily as you watched your boyfriend frantically pull on clothes. his hair was disheveled, his soft curls just about falling in front of his eyes. sleep was prominent on his features as he tried to hurry out the door.

“we overslept, abby’s gonna be late for school” he said as he patted his jacket pocket, searching for his keys.

you turned to look at the alarm clock, having the same realization that he did just moments before.

“shit.”

2. waking up in each other’s arms, a slow and quiet start to your day. the sun streaming through the gap in the curtains as you blink the sleep away from your eyes.

you blinked slowly as the sun shone in your eyes. mike stirred gently next to you, wrapping his arms around you. it was early enough that abby wouldn't be awake, so you and mike had some time to yourselves.

"morning baby" mike muttered, his voice thick and husky with sleep. he gave you a lazy smile and pulled you closer to him.

"good morning" you said back quietly, snuggling against him. you lay your head in the crook of his neck, breathing him in.

the atmosphere was quiet and calm, the faint sounds of birds came from outside your shared bedroom window. you felt safe and comfortable in his arms, you never wanted to leave. thankfully, it was a weekend, which meant abby would usually sleep in and you could stay in bed with mike for longer.

"any plans for today?" you ask, your voice muffled as you spoke against his skin.

"nope. you?" he said sleepily.

"nope. let's just stay here all day, yeah?". he hums in response, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

3. waking up to an empty bed, the smell of breakfast wafting in the air

when you woke up mike wasn’t in bed with you. the sunlight was streaming through the gap in the curtains and the sheets were only warm on your side of the bed. you stirred, forcing yourself to wake up even more to scan your surroundings to find any trace of your boyfriend.

as you rubbed the remaining traces of sleep from your eyes you got a whiff of something delicious coming through the crack in the bedroom door, which made you smile faintly.

you slipped out of bed, pulling on a pair of mike’s sweatpants that were laying on the floor before making your way towards the kitchen. the smell of bacon and pancakes only got stronger as you continued down the hall.

as you reached the kitchen you saw mike at the stove, waiting for the pancakes to cook before he flipped them. he wasn’t much of a cook when you first started dating, but recently he’s been trying to make different things for abby, as well as for you. he wasn’t the greatest at first, but he’s been improving. ( just don’t mention the meatloaf incident, he still gets embarrassed about that. )

abby’s sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling away with her crayons as usual. she notices you before mike does, and calls out to you with a small wave. “hi!!”

“good morning abby” you say as you walk over to the kitchen table to see what she’s working on. it was yet another drawing of you, mike, and abby all together. “looks good as always. keep up the good work.” you smile, ruffling her hair slightly before walking over to mike.

“good morning handsome.” he was wearing an old t-shirt of his and a pair of sweatpants. his hair was still slightly messy, and for once he didn’t look totally exhausted. his eyes had been on you from the moment abby greeted you, a small smile on his lips as he admired you.

“good morning.” he leaned in for a quick kiss, smiling into it as he pressed his lips to yours. his eyes flicked between your face and the rest of your body, and his smile grew bigger once he saw that you were wearing some of his clothes.

"breakfast smells good." you say, leaning into his side as he goes to wrap his arm around your waist. "they're not burnt this time" you tease.

"hey, i tried!" he laughed, reaching for the spatula to flip the pancakes. you could hear abby giggling at the table behind you guys as you bantered. "these look better don't they? i've gotten better"

"you have, they look delicious" you reached into the cabinet and grabbed three plates. mike started piling pancakes and bacon on each one. you moved to placed a plate on the table in front of abby, before going back next to mike.

you poured some syrup over your plate and then grabbed your fork, taking a bite of your pancake. you hummed in approval.

"these are delicious. thanks mike" you smiled.

"glad i didn't burn them this time." he smiled, leaning in to kiss you again. your lips were sticky with maple syrup, and he tasted like coffee.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

HIIII i saw requests were open… can you perhaps write some general relationship hc’s with arthur, john, and javier?? feel free to do anyone you like i just love them😊😊 thank you so much!!

☆ thank you for requesting, i got a little carried away with some of them hehe. i decided to add charles into the mix because he’s my fav and i couldn’t resist ;) i hope you enjoy reading <3 !!

🌾 arthur morgan

- he admitted his feelings to you by giving you a drawing he did of you that had a little note attached

- he draws you. all the time. before you got together, and while you’re together. he’ll draw you doing chores, sitting by the camp fire, sitting under a tree reading. he just admires you so much and can’t help but draw you

- he shows you everything he draws of you

- if you ask he’d try his best to teach you how to draw. he might not be the best teacher but he’d try his best

- he’s protective but not overprotective. he knows you can handle yourself but is always nearby just in case you need him

- once you’ve been together for a while he opens up to you about eliza and isaac. it’s a difficult thing for him to talk about but he trusts you enough to tell you

- he lets you wear his hat. you’re the only one besides himself who gets to wear it. he thinks it looks cute on you, plus he gets to use the cowboy hat rule excuse ;)

- he likes to get out of camp every so often just for some air and time alone. he used to go out by himself but after you got together he’d take you with him. sometimes it’ll be short rides and other times it’ll be staying out for a couple of days

- he can be a bit distant sometimes when he’s tired or stressed, and he prefers to be alone when he’s overwhelmed in any way. the only exception is you. he’ll reluctantly open up to you at first, but gets more comfortable over time, trusting you with how he’s feeling.

- he likes to joke around with you, and he really lets his playful side show when he’s with you.

- not a fan of PDA but loves cuddling with you in private. he prefers to be the big spoon, having you lay your head on his chest. he also really likes when you lay completely on top of him.

- his hands tend to wander while he holds you. he’ll idly trace patterns in your skin, running his hands up your spine or your arms.

- his love languages are words of affirmation and quality time

- he definitely calls you “my girl/boy”, or dear. not huge on pet names but will occasionally use them

🌾 john marston

- he’s a little oblivious to his feelings for you, which means you most likely confessed first

- i feel like he first started to really fall for you after the wolf attack, but just never spoke up about his feelings for you until you said something

- he’s also pretty protective of you, he comes off a little more harsh than arthur does but it’s all in good reason

- if there’s ever a situation where someone’s bothering you or even threatening you, john will step in immediately, doing anything and everything he can to scare off whoever’s causing problems

- is not afraid to get into a fight in order to protect you, which has resulted in lots of scolding and a couple more scars for him. he doesn’t mean to scare or worry you, he just cares about you too much to let someone talk bad about you or threaten you in any way

- he’s very touch starved and doesn’t realize it until you get together

- the first time you hug him is when he realizes. it was an awkward hug on his part, but he loved feeling you in his arms

- a lot of his touches are awkward at first, not because he doesn’t like it but because it��s something new to him. he’s unsure about where to put his hands, where he should look, etc

- he starts to get more comfortable with touch as you spend more time with him. eventually he’ll touch you out of habit. a hand resting on the small of your back, or on your thigh while you sit in front of the campfire together. small, innocent touches.

- he loves cuddling at night, and often prefers to be the one being held

- overall he really loves you and cares about you, he wants to be the best he can be for you

- you’ve caught him staring at you from across camp sometimes, a small, affectionate smile on his face

- his love language is words of affirmation.

- he likes pet names and uses them often, his favorite being babe or baby

🌾 javier escuella

- javier is one of the most romantic camp members in my opinion

- he definitely confessed first

- you both liked each other and were quite obvious about it, constantly flirting with one another, but he’s the one who asked you out first

- i like to think he asked you out through a song somehow

- either that or he came up to you, all flirty and asked you out to a night in the town (whichever was nearest to your current camp) , offering you a flower he found while he was out of camp

- plays his guitar for you ofc

- he also totally writes songs and dedicates them to you

- is more than willing to teach you how to play if you ask

- very touchy if you’re okay with it. he always has his hand on you or his arm wrapped around you

- he is very into PDA. he has no problem cuddling and holding you in front of the gang and he definitely does once he knows you’re okay with it

- you two will cuddle up near the campfire together, you sitting in his lap whenever he’s not playing his guitar

- he also loves cuddling before you fall asleep

- after you’ve been together for a bit he’ll invite you to sleep under his tent with him. he feels safe and comfortable with you, quickly falling asleep in your arms

- tells you stories about mexico and his family and life there. he has so many stories and will tell you each and every one

- you’re the one person he trusts to tell more personal stuff, he definitely opens up to you more after a while of being together. not only about his life in mexico but the harder parts of it, the stuff he doesn’t really tell anyone

- likes getting dressed up with you every one in a while and going out to saint denis or other cities, spending nights dancing and drinking together. he loves little dates away from camp

- takes you fishing with him. even if you don’t fish you’re going with him at least once, per his request

- if you like fishing then he’ll take you out on fishing trips often. just the two of you camping out by a lake for a day or two, fishing and spending time with one another

- overall he really loves when you ask him to teach you things because he can see that you take genuine interest in the things he likes. anything from guitar, fishing, to even spanish, he’s always willing to teach if you want to learn.

- uses spanish nicknames for you. hermosa, querida, mi vida, mi amor, cariño, etc. any and every pet name in the book, except in spanish

- he always flirts with you. even after you’ve been together for a while, his flirting never dies down. he’s always complimenting you, no matter what. even if you’re exhausted and dirty from being out on a job he still has a compliment for you.

- gets you a knife similar to his own. he wants you to be able to protect yourself, and he likes having something matching between the two of you <3

- shares his poncho with you if you get cold

- he lets you play with his hair and he’ll let you put it up for him

- he loves kissing you and he’s not shy about it. he’ll kiss you anywhere, anytime, he doesn’t care who sees.

- his love languages are touch and quality time. he just loves being near you

🌾 charles smith

- it took a while for charles to realize his feelings for you and you definitely had to approach him first.

- he’s quiet at first, but will open up to you as you get closer and spend more time with him.

- he’ll tell you everything he knows about his family and the stuff he went through as a kid once he feels comfortable with you

- a great listener. he could listen to you talk for hours, and often does. whether you talk about a job you went on, the chores you did that day, a clothing item or piece of jewelry you saw, or stories from your life, he’ll listen.

- not only will he listen, he’ll remember. he’ll remember every little detail, and often surprises you with the things he remembers.

- there’s lots of comfortable silence between the two of you. you’ll often work side by side without speaking a word but enjoying each other’s company. he could be making some arrows or sharpening the camp axe while you read or finish up a small chore like sewing up a hole in someone’s clothes.

- his love languages are definitely quality time and acts of service.

- he’ll do little things to help you out. he’ll do his own laundry so it doesn’t add to the laundry you already have. he’ll clean your guns and sharpen your knives for you. he’ll brush your horse and braid its mane when you’re busy and haven’t had time to. small things that make a difference.

- definitely teaches you how to hunt and track. you’ll go out with him each time the gang needs food, getting time away from camp which you both enjoy. takes you to all his best hunting spots, teaching you all his little tips and tricks to getting a clean kill.

- he’s not big on PDA and often gets embarrassed if someone sees you kissing or anything.

- he definitely gets used to it the longer you’ve been together, but he prefers to save all that stuff for behind closed doors.

- it’s not like he won’t kiss or hug you in front of anyone else, he just gets a bit flustered

- eventually you’ll move into his tent with him, and once you’re alone he’ll be a lot more physically affectionate

- he also enjoys cuddling. he’s spent a lot of time alone, sleeping in the wilderness by himself before he joined the gang, so sleeping next to you if very comforting to him.

- he doesn’t use a lot of pet names, but his favorite is “my love”.

- although he knows very little about his mother’s culture, he’ll share what he knows with you. he’ll tell you old stories that she told him growing up, and the significance of bison. you showing interest in his culture means a lot to him.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

as a request, perhaps a spider-noir x reader fic where they try to the upside down spider-man kiss?? and it'd be their first kiss but noir and reader wear glasses so they accidentally bump into each other; so they try to kiss again- however that goes is completely up to you!!

☆ spider noir is one of, if not my favorite spider besides miles, and i absolutely loved writing this! there’s not enough content of noir out there, and feel free to request more of him, as i’d be more than happy to write it. as always, thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <33 !!

word count - 774

you and peter had not been together for very long, a month or two at best. it was your first serious relationship in a few years, and you liked him, a lot. you were taking your relationship with him on the slower side, which you had no problem with. you enjoyed any time you spent with him, happy to take your relationship at a more leisurely pace, getting to know each other inside and out.

you two hadn’t even kissed yet, although you had found yourself thinking about it often. maybe a little too often. it was just a kiss, but you wanted the first one with him to be something special, maybe a little fun. you had kissed others before, and knew it was no big deal, but you almost wanted your first kiss with peter to be a big deal.

you also knew he was spider-man, as he showed up to your apartment one night, battered, bloody, and bruised, asking for your assistance in cleaning himself up. normally he would’ve done it himself, but he trusted you, and well, he was also pretty fucking beat up.

one night, an idea sprung into your head that involved both kissing him and his spider abilities. you were at peter’s apartment, cuddling in comfortable silence on his couch. it was soft and quiet, just the two of you basking in each other’s presence.

“hey peter,” you asked softly. “i have an idea, if you’re okay with it”. your head rested gently on his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. you normally wore glasses, but they were discarded on the small coffee table in front of the couch, so you could lay with him more comfortably.

“of course, doll, what’s your idea?” he asked, one of his hands tracing patterns idly in your skin.

you explained your idea to him, albeit a bit embarrassed, not sure how he’d feel about it. it was a bit silly, sure, but you also thought it was sweet.

he nodded, keeping quiet for a moment before speaking up. “sure, why not. sounds like fun”. you started to sit up, grabbing your glasses off the small table.

he stood up after you and got himself situated, shooting his webs onto the ceiling and climbing up it as you described, trying to find a good position.

once he got himself comfortable he nodded “i’m all set. i think” he said with a smile, watching as you made your way over to him.

you looked up at him with a bright smile, feeling giddy. you hesitated for a second then leaned into him, his soft lips touching yours briefly. it was a clumsy kiss, his chin bumping against your nose, causing your glasses to fall off your face and onto the floor. you pulled away with a giggle, your cheeks flushed and your face warm.

you ignored it and tried to kiss him again, resting your hands on the side of his face, which caused his glasses to fall to the floor. your faces just kept bumping into each other in all the wrong ways, so you pulled back with a laugh.

“how about we try that again, normally. then once we get the kissing part down we can move onto the upside down part” peter said with a light chuckle, his cheeks flushed a similar shade to your own. you picked yours and his glasses up off the floor and nodded, eager to kiss him again.

he let his webbing go, skillfully landing on his feet as he turned to face you. you handed his glasses to him and he took them, making sure they sat correctly on his crooked nose bridge. he stepped closer, gently cupping your face with one of his hands, the other placed on your waist. his hands were always soft and gentle, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. he leaned in, meeting you halfway. this kiss was longer, and not as clumsy as the first two. he tasted like cigarettes and black coffee, and his lips moved gently against yours.

after a few moments you both pulled away, soft smiles on each of your faces. he looked into your eyes for a moment before speaking up. “i’m not sure why i didn’t kiss you sooner, i really enjoyed that.”

“even the first two?” you giggled, wrapping your arms behind his neck as he kept you close.

“even the first two. although i enjoyed the last one even more”. he smiled, leaning down to place another quick, soft kiss to your lips.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

i wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again 💌

about : mike loves kissing!! like a lot!! nsfw , gn!reader

author’s note : i finally have a minute to breathe after a couple of busy weeks with school 🥲. anyways i wanna kiss mike so bad. title is a lyric from anything by adrianne lenker. y’all know i love my song lyric titles <3

i think mike loves kissing, so much so that i’d say it’s one of his major love languages. he kisses you anywhere and everywhere, your lips, cheeks, forehead, jawline, neck, no surface of your body has been untouched by this man’s lips. he’ll come up behind you and kiss behind your ear or on the back of your neck. he’ll kiss the back of your hand as you walk together.

he just loves the feeling of your lips on his, he truly will never get tired of it.

some nights, kissing is all he needs. rather than having sex, he is more than happy spending the night in each other’s arms, just making out. then falling asleep in each others arms with kiss bruised lips.

and when you do have sex, sometimes he drags it out a little too much. you love when he kisses you, of course, but not when you’re hot and needy under his touch. he’s not trying to tease you, he just loves kissing you so much and he can’t help it :((

and even when he’s finally inside you, his lips still find their way to you. all the pretty noises he makes muffled against your skin, swallowed as he presses his lips to yours.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

thinking about peeta bakery au. no hunger games, no capitol, just a boy working at his parent’s bakery that’s right near their town’s local college.

i will be writing this btw :3

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

can i req noir thinking he lost his hat but he just finds reader wearing it and this isnt the first time it happened HSNSANDNDNAN

THE HAT THIEF ᥫ᭡

word count - 0.4k

author’s note - i love writing for noir, he’s one of my fav spider people and he’s just such a silly little dude. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy reading <3

he had looked everywhere. he had practically flipped his whole apartment upside down looking for his damn hat and he still could. not. find it.

he was never this irresponsible with his belongings. sure he’d misplace things occasionally, everyone does, but he rarely ever loses something. especially something that he uses nearly every day.

after searching under the couch for what felt like the fifth time he decided to check the bedroom again, thinking that maybe it ended up under the bed or in the closet somehow. he opened the bedroom door slowly, being careful not to wake you. on days he had work he was up as soon as the sun was, and usually left just as you were waking up or before you did. he didn’t want to wake you for something so trivial as finding his missing hat. needless to say he was surprised when he walked in and saw you standing in front of your vanity mirror, playing dress up with and old coat of his and his hat. the same hat that he had been looking for for what, at least twenty minutes at this point?

he sighed in defeat, but he couldn’t help but smile when you turned to him with a big grin on your face, playfully asking him if he liked your outfit.

“you look great, my love. however i’ve been looking everywhere for my hat this morning, and knowing you had it would’ve saved me a lot of time”. he chuckled, making his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a quick kiss to your nose.

“sorry peter” you laughed.

“after looking for some time i should’ve known that you probably had it. it seems that every time i lose my hat it finds its way to you.” he says with a smile, taking his hat off your head and placing it atop his own.

you laughed again, agreeing with him. “i just like wearing your hat, my bad.”

“so i’ve learned. i’ve got to get to work, but i’ll see you later darling.” he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“don’t forget about our date tonight.” you reminded him once you parted.

“i would never forget, have a good day my love.” he says, giving you another quick kiss before grabbing his briefcase and keys and heading out the door.

on his way to work he thought about the whole situation, shaking his head and laughing to himself about it. perhaps he’d get you your own hat, so you would stop stealing his. although he had his doubts about it, knowing you’d say something about how it’s not the same and you want to wear his hat.

later that night he let you wear his hat for the entirety of your date, he just couldn’t say no.

© pursuedbyamemoryy 2023. please do not copy, translate, or modify any of my work

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

short & sweet könig drabble that i wrote in like 20 mins <3

w/c : 386

warnings : mentions of violence ( lmk if i’m missing any !! )

on the battlefield he was terrifying. he was an absolute mountain of a man who was ruthless when he killed. the last thing his enemies would see were his piercing eyes, cold and heartless.

however the eyes you saw were different. they were the same pair that belonged to the same man, but with you they were kinder. they were soft and full of love, always admiring you. you would catch him staring at you from across the room, giving you a soft look of affection each and every time.

the same hands that had killed countless people were so gentle as they held your own. rough and calloused from his work, the skin around his nails a victim of his anxiety; yet they were so careful as they held your face and caressed your body. it was as if he was afraid to hurt you liked he’d hurt so many others, which he was. he’d hold you firmly but softly, his touches full of nothing but love.

the same big, strong body that they feared as he towered over them was a heater for you on cold nights. he’d block the sun from your face on hot summer days by just standing in front of you, offering much needed shade. he’d offer hugs practically anytime and anywhere, for comfort or for a simple display of affection, holding you safe and securely in his arms. he offered his chest for you to use as a pillow as you slept, and his lap a seat when you wanted to be close to him.

his lips that would curve into a dangerous smile as he finished off his enemies were the same ones that kissed you so sweetly. each kiss so full of love and passion, for you only. the same lips that would drag kisses along your skin, making sure to show love and appreciation to every inch of your body. he would smile at you brightly, other times teasingly or nervously, much different from the ones he gave his enemies behind his mask.

his enemies would never guess that behind that mask, behind the piercing eyes and dangerous hands there was a sweet, caring, and oh so nervous guy. someone who just wanted to love wholeheartedly, and be loved the same.

a/n : i wrote this very quickly and ahhhh i hope u enjoyed it :,))) i wanna start writing for könig, i love him and i had fun writing this <33

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

ೃ༄ cozy 🕯️

author’s note: tysm to @hcwevergreen for fueling my ideas for this <333!!! inspo from this post. sorry it’s a bit short!

about: playing with charlie’s hair as he falls asleep <3

“you tired, baby?” you ask with a little giggle. you craned your neck to look down at your boyfriend, who was most definitely falling asleep. he was laying on your chest, his eyes fluttering closed as you gently ran your fingers through his soft hair.

“no,” he mumbled. “‘m just resting my eyes.” he snuggled further into your chest, wrapping his arms around tighter around your waist.

“mhm, sure” you say sarcastically. “whatever you say, love.”

if one thing could make charlie pass out it was playing with his hair. after long days and uneventful study sessions you often found him on your lap or laying on top of you, your nails gently scratching his scalp and soothing him to sleep.

his hair was always soft, and it smelled like his woody and citrusy shampoo. he took good care of himself, and you appreciated the gentle smell.

it was the little, vulnerable moments like these that you cherished. being able to hold charlie and show him the love he deserves. to see him be so soft and feel so comfortable with you meant the world to you.

his breath was slowly growing soft and shallow, his body heavy on top of yours. you continued to play with his hair, feeling yourself steadily drift off to sleep after him.

divider creds

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

ೃ༄ willow 🍂

about : being in a relationship w charlie head canon dump!!

warnings : gn!reader, i go on for a while LOLLL

author’s note : he has been plaguing my mind, i have so many thoughts about him RAAAAAAGHHH somebody sedate me. ALSOOO i was listening to willow by taylor swift while writing this ( hence the title ) that song is sooo charlie

- no matter how long y’all have been together, he’ll always be flirty with you. he’ll compliment you all the time. they’re always genuine though, no matter how dirty they may be sometimes ;)

- he loves you and he’ll make sure you know it!!

- i like to think he’s clingy with you. like secretly. if you’re cuddling he will not let you get up. or at least will be very reluctant to let you go

- especiallyyyy when he’s tired. if y’all are napping together and you need to get up for any reason it’s going to be very difficult to get out of his grasp

- he will definitely ask to cuddle for “five more minutes” with you in the morning

- that five minutes often turns into twenty. or even longer when he’s especially tired

- i love the thought of you comforting charlie sosososoos much. him letting himself be vulnerable around you because he trusts you sm <33

- he always acts confident and outgoing around others, but he’s just a boy, he has his moments too

- he does his best to comfort you when you’re upset, although he isn’t always sure how to and just ends up distracting you, but in a good way. he gets your thoughts off of whatever is bothering you

- if you return the favor he’ll appreciate you more than anything. he rarely lets people see the real side of him. he’s vulnerable around you because he loves you so much

- you’re the one person he feels like he can be himself around. his true self

- he drops the nuwanda act when he’s alone with you. he’s still confident and outspoken, but he has his moments where he’s softer, quieter.

- it takes him some time to get to the point where he’s comfortable being vulnerable around you, but once he is, you’ll be his person, you know?

- when you don’t make fun of him for being more emotional with you, he knows he can trust you

- that doesn’t mean he won’t play the nuwanda act around you because he definitely will, especially when he’s around his friends or others

- he’s biiiiig on pda. he loves it, or more specifically, loves you. you’re his and he’s yours and he wants the world to know

- he always has a hand on you. either holding your own, on your waist, thigh, shoulder, or wherever, he just likes touching you in some way

- will kiss you in public, anywhere, anytime, no problem. hugs too, of course

- only if you’re okay with it though!! if you don’t like pda he’ll try his best to tone it down a bit <33

- he’ll opt for holding your hand under the table or having his leg or shoulder touch yours while you sit together. smaller touches that still mean the world to him

- hand in your back pocket while you’re walking together. that’s it, that’s the thought

- he’s a big kisser. i just think he loves kissing

- his favorite place to kiss you is on the lips, but he also loves kissing your forehead, cheeks, neck, and hands

- he likes it when you kiss his nose and lips

- plays the saxophone for you!!!

- he’ll learn any song you request, and will compose original ones for you

- he’ll invite you to dead poets meetings in the cave, and he gets excited when you agree to go

- writes poems for you of course!!! they’ll range from silly flirty ones to sickly sweet love confessions

- if you ever write poetry for him he’ll keep every piece of it. he’ll hide it away somewhere and he definitely rereads them often

- he’s definitely stubborn

- once you start dating you’re his designated study buddy whether you like it or not

- he looooves joking around with you, and if you’re okay with it he’ll love play fighting

- he’s just so boyfriend AUHGHHHFHDHD

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ distraction 🍂

about: you try to spend some time studying with your boyfriend, charlie, although he can’t seem to focus on his work.

warnings: gn!reader, slightly suggestive? ( just mentions of making out lol )

author’s note : in my charlie era rn?? he’s just so ahhhh i want to take a bite out of him ( lovingly ). most likely will be posting more blurbs of him in the near future <33

bf!charlie dalton is the best worst study buddy ever.

he’s smart enough and manages to get decent grades, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys studying. especially when he’s with you.

how can he possibly focus on latin or trig when you’re sitting right next to him?? instead of trying to work through the problem he’s on he’s looking at you. he’s admiring how cute you look when you’re focused. how your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and how your eyes are glued on the textbook in front of you. how your hair falls around your face so perfectly. the way you absentmindedly play with your pencil as you work through an equation in your head. everything about you is a million times more interesting to him than some stupid homework.

of course you eventually notice that he’s not putting any effort into studying, but you’ve learned that no amount of gentle reprimanding will change that. although that doesn’t mean you won’t try it. you sigh as you notice charlie’s gaze on you. “do your work.” you say, turning back to your text book.

“it’s so boring though.” he groans. “its not like i’m gonna need any of this in the future, plus i’d much rather look at you” he smirks. a lot of the time he manages to distract you, but you couldn’t afford that tonight, not with exams coming up.

“how about this. finish your homework, or at least let me finish mine and i’ll give you all the attention you want. deal?” you ask, pointing your pencil towards him in hopes that he’ll agree. there was a small smile on your face, you couldn’t help it when it came to him.

“deal” he smiles, turning back to his textbook. it works for a while, giving you enough time to finish your assignment.

after putting away all of your textbooks and school supplies you cuddle up with charlie on the couch. on most days you barely manage to get any work done, being swept up by whatever he had planned as a distraction that day. once it was a new song he was practicing on his saxophone. another day it was a funny joke he had heard and insisted on telling you. although most days it’s just him talking about nonsense that you find yourself listening to, despite how much you tried to convince yourself that you needed to focus.

and some days, when he was feeling particularly needy or touchy, it would end up with you two making out on the couch or whoever’s bed. or any nearby surface, really. his hands would slip under your shirt and onto your waist or back, his body pressing close to yours.

you turn to look at him, your head laying on his chest. “y’know, i love you, charlie, but you’re kind of a bad study buddy.” you giggle.

“oh i know.” he laughs. “what can i say, distracting you is a lot more fun than schoolwork or studying. and i love you too”. he places a quick kiss to your forehead, a bright smile on his face.

you shake your head, smiling nonetheless. maybe you should ask meeks to study with you one day if you actually want to get stuff done.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

Hello! How about something like Javier catching Reader (GN) sketching him? Reader has an interest in him but hasn’t really been the most obvious about it, showing it in more subtle ways

☆ i apologize for taking so long to answer your request, but thank you for being patient! i'm not sure how i feel about this piece, i went back and forth with it for a while. either way thank you for requesting, and i hope you enjoy reading <3 !!

w/c : 1.5k

it was a warm, sunny day in clemens point. you sat under a tree with your journal, quietly admiring and sketching javier from across camp. your journal was full of drawings of javier at this point, you’ve had a crush on him for a while but were never sure how to express how you felt outwardly. you’d sit with him by the campfire more often, compliment his singing more than usual, and even let your gaze linger on him for just a few seconds longer, but other than that you hadn’t done much to show your feelings for him.

he was currently sitting at one of the campfires, softly playing his guitar. his hair was fluttering in the gentle breeze, pulled back in his usual ponytail. his fingers gently plucked at the strings, a small smile on his face as he played a familiar song. you kept glancing up at him, trying to capture as many details as possible in your drawing of him. you had gotten so immersed in sketching him that you didn’t notice that he was looking right at you, his smile growing wider when your eyes met his. he glanced between you and your journal, raising an eyebrow, as if he was questioning what you were so focused on.

you felt your face grow warm, quickly averting your gaze. suddenly the blades of grass by your feet were very interesting. you were trying to avoid his gaze, slightly embarrassed. after a minute you glanced back at him as he shook his head and smiled, returning to his guitar and playing another familiar tune.

once your embarrassment faded, you returned to your work, adding some smaller details and shading. after a while you held your journal farther away, looking at your sketch from a different angle, and deciding you were happy with it.

you closed your journal and got up from your shady spot under the tree, making your way to your tent, tucking your journal into your trunk that sat beside your bedroll. you had already finished all your chores for the day, and decided to wander idly around camp, saying quick hellos to other camp members. you made your way over to the shore at the edge of camp, and sat down on the soft dirt. the sun was starting to sink below the trees, the sky changing from bright blue to a mix of pinks and oranges.

as always your mind drifted to javier. you could never get your mind off of him. he was so pretty, and not to mention cleaner and more well behaved than practically all the other men in camp. you loved the way he dressed, the way he tied his hair back. his hair looked so soft, you longed to run your fingers through it and play with it, maybe even braid it or put it up in silly styles. you loved the way his hands strummed his guitar and played the chords effortlessly. the way he fiddled with his knife, spinning it around when he was thinking or bored. you loved his slim waist and the way his hips moved when he walked.

you stayed there for a while, until the sun had fully set and the stars were starting to shine overhead. dragging yourself out of your thoughts you made your way over to one of the campfires, where a bunch of camp members were settled. they were listening to javier playing his guitar as usual, some even singing along, stumbling over the lyrics.

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a couple days later you found yourself in a similar spot, underneath a tree in the shade, sketching javier. you didn’t know where he was as you hadn’t seen him in camp that morning, and you just assumed he was out on a job somewhere. you were working on an old sketch that you hadn’t quite finished, adding details and shading.

you heard the steady drum of hoofbeats coming up the trail and into camp, not bothering to check who it was, as you were focused on finishing this drawing. you wanted to give it to javier, and you wanted it to look good. you weren’t great with words, but you figured he’d understand how you felt once you showed him a drawing you did of him. every line was like a love confession, the way you were able to capture the small details that made him, him is not something someone who didn’t care about him would be able to do. you noticed every wrinkle, scar, blemish, and you loved them all, and drew them in a way that expressed that perfectly.

“you always have your nose in that journal of yours, don’t you, cariño?” you froze when you heard his voice, slowly turning to see javier slowing boaz to a stop next to you. he leaned down slightly, trying to get a better look at your journal. “i didn’t know you draw, looks good.” you saw his cheeks flush slightly as he realizes that you weren’t just drawing anything or anyone, you were drawing him.

“yeah, i’ve been drawing for a while. and thank you.” you say nervously, looking between him and your journal. did he like it? did he think you were weird or creepy for drawing him or was he flattered?

“what made you draw me, out of everyone in camp?” javier dismounted and sat next to you on the grass, your shoulders touching slightly and his thigh resting beside yours. he gently grabbed the corner of your journal, slightly turning it towards him in order to get a better look. he was so close, and he looked as good as ever. you felt even more nervous, your cheeks flushing an even brighter shade of pink.

“you’re just nice to look at, i guess.” you say quietly. you turned to look at him, and saw him smiling. he was looking so intensely at the drawing, as if he was soaking up every line you drew, committing it to memory.

“you draw really well, it really does look like me.” he paused. “is this why i always catch you staring at me?” he said turning to look at you, his smile turning into a teasing one.

you shrug, “i did say you were nice to look at, didn’t i?” you start to smile back, your anxiety fading away and your confidence growing. “i’ve drawn you other times too” you flip through your journal, showing him various other drawings and sketches of him.

he stared in awe at each and every one, not saying a word and just admiring your artwork. “these are great, you’re quite talented, cariño, why didn’t you show me these sooner?” he turned to look at you again, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“i guess i was just nervous. these drawings say a lot about how i feel about you, don’t you think?” you gently ran your thumb over one of your sketches, glancing up at him.

“they do, and that’s why i wish you showed me them sooner. maybe i wouldn't have been as scared to confess if i knew you felt the same.” he shook his head and chuckled. “i like you too.” he said softly, looking between your eyes and your lips.

you smiled, unable to hold back your excitement. “really?” he feels the same. he likes my drawings, and even more than that, he likes me.

“of course, mi amor, i wouldn’t lie to you.” he brought his hand up to cup your cheek gently, and you leaned into his touch. “can i kiss you?” he asked, his voice gentle.

you nodded and leaned in, his soft lips meeting your slightly chapped ones. it was a sweet kiss, soft and chaste, his lips moving delicately against yours.

after a moment you pulled away, resting your forehead against his and looking into his soft brown eyes. “i’ve been wanting to do that for a while” he said, smiling softly, his hand still resting on your cheek.

“me too javier, you have no idea.” you laughed, smiling warmly at him.

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javier woke up the next morning, his eyelids fluttering as the rising sun hit his face. he groaned, rolling over in his bedroll, his hand hitting a piece of paper. he sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes. once his vision adjusted to the morning light he looked down at the piece of paper that had been gently placed by his pillow, a small flower placed right on top of it. it was a drawing of him, more specifically the one he caught you drawing yesterday. he smiled to himself and brought the flower up to his nose to smell it, humming happily. he looked around camp, his eyes catching yours as you took a sip of what he assumed was coffee. he gave you a warm smile, which you returned. he took the drawing and folded it gently, kissing it and placing it carefully in his trunk that laid beside his bedroll. he would continue to save every drawing you gave him, cherishing each and every one.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

Hope you're having a good day/night! I come with a request if you want to write it (if not then that's cool!) What about a Charles Smith x reader where it's like 2 or three months after leaving with him to help the Wapiti people and reader finds out shes pregnant, and is super worried to tell him because of everything going on, of course he finds out though.

a promising future

☆ thank you for requesting! i love charles so much and i had fun writing this, i hope you enjoy reading <3 !!

warnings - pregnancy ( lmk if i'm missing any ! )

w/c - 1.8k

it had been nearly three months since the downfall of the van der linde gang. you and charles had decided to stay up north with the wapiti people and help them get to safety, rather than go back to beaver hollow. this gang had meant a lot to you, and the fact that it was falling apart was hard for you. you were close to so many members, including a couple who had unfortunately already passed away. you knew it was inevitable, but you had decided you’d rather not see the absolute end, so you stayed with charles. he was all you needed anyways, he was the love of your life, and he meant everything to you.

you and charles helped rains fall and the wapiti people pack up and move up north to canada, helping them get away from colonel favours and the army, in hopes of giving them as much freedom and peace as possible. you were happy to help, rains fall and his people were nothing but kind to you, and they deserved the best they could get. however with the stress of helping them out, you started to feel sick, and oh so exhausted. it’s just stress. i’m not resting enough. i haven’t been drinking enough water. you tried to convince yourself. deep down you knew that wasn’t true, but you didn’t want to add any more stress to you or charles’ life.

you and charles hadn’t exactly been careful when you’d slept together recently. you hadn’t had much time to yourselves, so you took advantage of every moment alone, which resulted in neither of you caring about where he finished. you had been around when abigail was pregnant with jack, and you had a lot of the same symptoms she did back then. there was no doubt in your mind that you were pregnant, and you were terrified.

you wanted to tell charles, you really did, but with everything going on these past few months you could never find a good time. you figured the last thing he needed right now was to be told that he was going to be a father, that you had a baby on the way. you knew that normally, under any other circumstances he’d be happy. but now he was working day and night, doing what he could to help the tribe get settled, helping with the sick, and getting them what they needed. you didn’t want him to worry about you and your baby on top of that.

you knew charles had noticed you were out of sorts, of course he had. he was very observant when it came to you especially, and you caught him looking at you worriedly here and there over the past few weeks. he knew you’d come to him when you were ready to talk, so he didn’t pry.

you were lost in your thoughts, helping with the laundry with some other tribe members. you heard someone come up behind you and rest their hand on your shoulder, you knew immediately who it was. he brushed your hair to the side, kissing your neck gently. you leaned into his touch, humming happily.

“hi charles” you said with a smile.

“hi, my love,” he said, placing another soft kiss to your jaw. “i was going to go out and hunt and get something for dinner, i was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”

you smile, and nod. “yeah sure, i’m just about finished with laundry anyways.” you wrung the water out of the shirt you were washing, laying it out on a rock to dry. standing up, you wiped your hands on your skirt and turned around to face charles, grabbing his hand as he led you to your horses.

“have you found any good hunting spots around here yet?” you say, patting taima gently and making your way over to your own horse, tightening his saddle and giving him a sugar cube.

“i found one decent spot close to here that had a bunch of deer, other than that i haven’t had much time to hunt.” he made sure taima’s saddle was secure and mounted her, waiting for you to do the same.

you hummed in response, mounting your own horse and riding beside charles out of the tribe’s current camp.

the ride was quiet, but not awkward. there was a lot of comfortable silence between the two of you, which you never minded. he led you a short while away from camp to a grassy clearing next to a thick grove of trees, where you saw a herd of deer lazily grazing.

he held his finger up to his lips, motioning you to be quiet so you didn’t scare away the deer. you nodded, slowly and quietly getting off your horse and drawing your bow from your saddle bag, charles doing the same.

you crouched down next to him, stealthily making your way closer to the deer. you got close enough that you’d be able to land a good shot, but still far enough away that you wouldn’t scare the herd. you both drew your bows, aiming at different deer. charles landed a clean shot, and while yours wasn’t as clean you both managed to take down the two deer with just one arrow each.

charles looked over at you with a smile, “nice work as always, my love.” he grabbed one of your hands, kissing the back of it gently.

“i could say the same to you.” you said with a smile.

you both stand up, making your way over to the deer, slinging the one you killed over the back of your horse and securing it. usually a quick hunt such as this wasn’t too tiring, but you were quickly starting to feel exhausted. you watched as charles secured his deer on taima’s rump. he then made his way over to you, looking into your eyes deeply, as if he could read all your thoughts.

“are you feeling okay? i know we’ve had a lot going on but you seem... distracted?” he took your hands in his.

you took a deep breath. you needed to tell him. he deserved to know. god, how do you even tell someone this? would he be upset? would he be excited? your mind was racing, your hands shaking in his. you started to tear up, your anxiety taking over.

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he pulled you in for a hug, running his hand up and down your back comfortingly.

you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. charles didn’t press further, he just continued to hold you until you were ready to talk.

you took another deep breath and took a step back, looking him in the eyes. tell him. he looked worried. tell him. he continued to run his hand up and down your back comfortingly. tell. him.

“i’m pregnant.”

he stiffened slightly, his eyes going wide. “really?” he looked you up and down slowly. “you’re actually…?”

you nodded, looking away from him and at some random spot in the dirt. “yes. i’m sorry, charles.” you said quietly.

“sorry? my love, why are you sorry? this is great news!” he replied immediately, his hands moving to cup your face gently.

“we’ve had so much going on lately… i was worried that you’d be upset because we’ve been so stressed between everything that’s happened between the gang and the tribe...” you rambled, pausing for a moment. “you’re happy then?” you looked back at him, your eyes starting filling with tears once again, this time happy ones.

“of course i’m happy. sure we’ve been busy, but i love you, and i’m more than excited to start a family with you. in fact i’ve been wanting to start a family with you, and now that we’re out of the gang, we don’t have as much to worry about. no more bounties on our heads and pinkertons breathing down our necks.” he grinned. “and i have to be honest, i suspected you might be pregnant, but i hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to you about it.” he chuckled, wiping a stray tear that slipped down your cheek. he looked you in the eyes, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

he wasn’t upset at all. he wants this, he wants a family. he’s happy. you kissed him back, wrapping your arms behind his neck.

you let out a sob as you pulled away, tears flowing down your cheeks. “i’m so glad.” you laughed, relieved. of course he was happy, why wouldn’t he be?

you giggled as he peppered kisses across your face, kissing away your tears. he pulled you in for another kiss on the lips, soft, sweet, and passionate. you didn’t pull away until you were both out of breath, resting your forehead against his.

“i love you.” you sighed.

“i love you so much.” you stayed like that for a moment before he reached into his satchel and pulled out a little envelope excitedly. “i almost forgot to tell you, i got us a place. it’s not much as of right now, but i’ll fix it up real nice for us. for our family.” he showed you the deed, which confirmed his statement.

you grinned, kissing him again. “oh charles, this is wonderful, thank you. thank you so much. how did you even afford this?”

“i’ve been saving as much as i can from all the jobs we used to go on while we were in the gang. it wasn’t much at first, but it added up.” he smiled. “we’ll still help out the tribe, of course, but i thought it was about time we got a place of our own. i want our baby to live a better life then we have, and i’ll do anything to make that happen, you hear?” he grabbed your chin gently. “i’ll do anything to make you and our baby happy, because if you’re happy, im happy.” he pulled you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head gently.

you stayed like that for a while, the rest of the world around you forgotten. for all you cared it was just you and charles in that moment. eventually as the sun started to sink below the trees, you decided it was time to head back to camp, lest the spoils of your hunt go to waste. you mounted your horses and made your way back to camp together, happier then you had been in a while. for once your future looked promising, and you were more than happy to be spending it with charles, and eventually your baby.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

dawn’s valentine’s event <3

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[pursuedbyamemoryy]

hiii !! could u write something about reader comforting charlie after the punishment? if u don't feel comfortable w it its totally fine its just that i always thought in the movie it was so sad that he was crying and all alone pretending hes okay :(

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ salty tears and warm embraces 🧸

warnings : gn!reader, mentions of the punishment

author’s note : tysm for the request anon, i apologize for taking so long to get this post out!! i feel like i’m not the greatest at writing comfort but i tried my best 😭 <3

you paced in neil and todd’s dorm, waiting for charlie’s return with the rest of his and your friends. everyone else was sitting around on either the floor or one of the beds, and there was a tension in the air.

“i’m sure he’ll be fine, sit down for a minute.” neil said, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. your pacing was making everyone even more nervous than necessary.

“he could be expelled neil!” you practically shout. you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. “sorry, sorry, i don’t mean to yell. i’m just nervous for him is all.” you apologized for your almost outburst, and gave everyone a weak smile as you continued to pace.

charlie had been sent to mr. nolan’s office, no doubt to be punished for the stunt he pulled with the schools newspaper. you couldn’t deny that it was a dumb thing to do, and some punishment may have been deserved. however you knew the way mr nolan handled discipline, and you hated the thought of charlie going through it. especially alone.

the room went quiet again and you heard footsteps and the voice of mr. nolan down the hall. one pair of footsteps faded and the other grew louder, and you and your friends quickly made it to the door, opening it to see charlie walking back to his dorm.

his head was down and he was walking with a slight limp, which made you frown. you pushed your way through the small crowd, quickly making your way to charlie.

“are you alright?” you said, clearly worried as he made his way to his dorm door.

“you kicked out?” neil asked softly.

he ignored your question and only answered neil. “no.” charlie replied through quiet sniffles.

“so what happened?”

charlie stopped in the doorway of his room, still refusing to look his friends in the eye. “i’m to turn everybody in, apologize to the school, and all will be forgiven.”

everybody’s breath hitched slightly, and you pushed your way through everyone, following charlie into his dorm.

you closed the door behind you, and charlie stood with his back facing you. his shoulders shook with quiet sobs. you slowly made your way over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. you felt him tense underneath your touch.

"charlie..." you spoke quietly.

"i'm sorry." he said through quiet sobs. he hated crying, you knew this. “i… shit.” he sighed, frantically wiping away tears.

“i didn’t mean for this to turn into a whole big deal. i didn’t want to get anyone else in trouble.” he said through quiet hiccups.

you gently held his chin and tried to get him to look at you. he turned slowly, making eye contact for a moment before looking at the floor between you. his eyes were red and his cheeks were tear stained.

you cupped just face gently, carefully wiping away his tears. “it’s okay, charlie. yes, you made a mistake, but we’ll figure it out.” you speak softly, your eyes wandering across his teary face. “we always do.”

“you’re not mad?” he asked quietly, finally looking at you instead of the floor. his tears said a lot about how he was feeling, but so did his eyes. they were swimming with heavy emotions. ones of anger, shame, regret, embarrassment, and other complex feelings you couldn’t even begin to describe or imagine yourself.

“a little bit, but i’ll get over it. right now the only thing i care about is whether you’re okay or not. and if not, what i can do to change that.” you smiled, making sure he knew that you weren’t totally upset at him.

he nodded slowly, still looking up at you. “thank you. i love you” he breathed out, letting out a quiet sob as he moved to hug you. he rested his head in the crook of your neck, his tears making your skin damp. you ran your hand gently up and down his spine, whispering comforting words into his ear.

to see him so vulnerable, so upset, was rare, and it broke your heart. you’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure he was happy. sure he made a dumb mistake, but he was a teenage boy, it was to be expected. it’s not like he set the school on fire, although mr. nolan make it seem as such.

he gradually started to calm down. his breathing slowed back to a normal pace, and his sniffles became less frequent. however, he stayed on your arms, and you held him tightly.

“i love you too” you whispered back, placing a kiss to his temple.