#drabblerequest

Anonymous asked: hey can u do a rooster one shot where o/c is insecure and rooster make her feel better? just a bunch of fluff lmao 

As requested, I wrote it with my character Zoe in mind but I didn’t mention a particular name so it can be read as someone else.

Warnings: Minor Language, Insecurities

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Insecurities get the best of people, but when dating Bradley Bradshaw he is always willing to remind his girl that he loves just as she is and wouldn’t change a thing.

Watching the tall blonde woman flirting with Bradley stung. It was common for both men and women alike to flirt with him. She couldn’t blame them. He was gorgeous, after all. But this girl looked like the type he used to go for at UVA, making her suddenly very insecure. She wore a tight-fitting bodycon dress that hugged her hourglass figure and ample chest and oozed confidence. She never had the confidence to wear something so bold, she always stuck to her favorite jeans and tees, and she rarely wore heels since she lacked the grace needed for them. She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Bradley rather have a woman like the blonde. Come to think of it, she only ever saw him with blondes at UVA, never any brunette’s like her. She watched him laugh at something the woman said before he looked around the bar for something or someone rather. His eyes met hers, and he smiled. She turned towards the bar to order her usual diet soda, ensuring she didn’t keep watching the two.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and nearly jumped as she turned to see who it was, it was Bradley, who was smiling until he saw the look on her face.

“Honey, what’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay? Talk to me.” Tears welled in her eyes as she took a sip of her drink rather than responding to his question.

“Maybe you should go back to the woman in the gold dress.” He paused and looked at her in confusion.

“The woman in the gold dress…wait, honey, no, it’s not what you think. She was asking if I knew if you were single. I said sorry, but you weren’t, but being the wingman I am, I pointed her in Callie’s direction, as you can see over there.” Following where he was pointing, she did, in fact, see Callie and the blonde flirting in the corner. As if sensing them watching, Callie waved as she mouthed thank you to Bradley.

“Did you really think…oh sweetheart c’mere. Better yet, let’s get out of here.” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and waving at Penny to close their tabs.

Back at their house, he couldn’t help but hold her close as they curled up on the couch.

“You know I feel insecure sometimes too? I keep thinking one day you will find someone better, without a bunch of scars, and that has a family they can take you home to.” He said, she looked up at him in shock that he said he had such insecurities.

“I love your scars, Bradley! They are part of you! And you have a family! Are you forgetting we’ve been family since the beginning? You’ve been to every birthday and holiday! You were there for me when I needed you, and I’ve been there when you needed me too!” He smiled as he looked down at her. And she paused, realizing what he was doing. He was letting her know he understood she sometimes felt insecure. It was what made her human, but that didn’t mean she had to deal with insecurities alone, and like always, he encouraged her to speak up about how she felt.

“For the record, I rather have you in my sweatpants and hoodie any day over some gold dress, sweetheart.” She looked up at him with a smile and a small laugh. “I mean it; why do you think I always left my hoodies at your place? Do I love seeing you all dressed up? Sure, did I love you in that Wonder Woman costume back at UVA hell yeah, but my favorite is seeing you comfy in my clothes because you smile more, and when you think I’m not looking, I see you snuggle up in them and hug yourself. Sweetheart, you’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. You’ve been my girl since day one and will always be my girl.” He said as he gently kissed her forehead before kissing her lips with a smile.

“You’re it for me, too, Bradley. I love you.” She whispered as she snuggled into him, wrapping her arms around him with a happy sigh.

“I love you too, sweetheart. And promise me, if you ever feel insecure again, you just talk to me, honey.” He said as he combed his fingers through her hair soothingly as he had always done since they were little.

“I promise.” She whispered against his chest as she squeezed him tightly in a loving hug.

Thank you for requesting. Here you are, darling :)

143. “Ew, your hand is sweaty.”   *unrevised*

So I kept this fairly short because I :) really :) liked :) it :) and ideas started flying so now I have a one shot planned. Anyway, thank you for requesting. I hope you enjoy!

141. “Use your words.” *unrevised*

“Gonna have to use your words, love.”

It should have been easy, she should have been able to tell him what she wanted because she was a grown adult, who was more than capable of speaking to him like a grown adult should.

But, he had reduced her down to a blubbering mess, squirming helplessly beneath his body begging with pitiful whimpers and whines for him to just touch her and anywhere at this point would satisfy. And she knew that he was completely aware of what he was doing, and he had always been good at it – making her work for what she wanted. No matter how much want she put in her kisses or how pleading her eyes were, he stood by his demand.

“Gotta hear you say it, sweetheart.”

And maybe it was because she was so stubborn or maybe it was because Harry had truly left her incoherent but, she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wanted it, she wanted him, but the words that were stuck just at the tip of her tongue were reluctant on falling past her lips. Her body was screaming for her to say anything (‘Just give him what he wants so you can get what you want’) but, she couldn’t. “Ah, c’mon, babe,” he whispers huskily into her ear, smirking arrogantly, “Go on and say it,”

His fingers skim across her stomach, slowly moving lower down her torso. Her mouth falls open as she pants hot breaths into the skin of his neck, “I- Ha-Harry I–” And for a moment, when his fingers toy with the elastic of her underwear, that maybe he was feeling generous. Maybe he had caved.

“S’not really what I was looking for.” And his fingers are dancing back up the expanse of her stomach before they rest on the pillow beside her head. “Use your words.” He repeats, in an obnoxiously teasing tone, “Just gotta tell me what ya want.”

“You kn-know what,” she huffs, “I want, Harry.”

“I don’t think I do, Y/N.” he smiles, resting his forehead on hers, “M’not gonna wait much longer, pet.”

“No no,” she rushes, grabbing his wrist, “Please.”

His eyebrows raise on his forehead, “Please what?”

She whines again, “Please just- just touch me please.”

“Okay, now say it with your eyes open.”

Frustrated and highly irritated she opens her eyes and looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, “Touch me,” she says through her teeth, “Please.”

Hello, Iv. Glad to see you stopped by ;). THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING I’LL DO THE REST OF YOURS TOMORROW!!

2. “How long have you been standing there?” *unrevised*

“I’ve already ordered the cake and decorations and stuff, but I haven’t gotten him his present and I don’t know if I’ll have time…shit, I don’t even know what to get him.”

“Well, I could always sign your name on the card I got him.” Gemma says, smiling through the phone, “Or you could always refurbish something. It’s what I used to do.”

“Thanks Gem,” you reply sarcastically, “Quite the help, you are.”

“Always, babe.”

You shake your head, “I was thinking I should get him a jewelry box.”

“Y/N, why on earth would you get him that?”

“Because he keeps putting his rings in mine. Last week, I walked into work and had a big ass rose on my thumb,” you chuckle at the memory, “I think my co-worker put in a complaint.”

“Shut up!”  Gem giggles, “You are not getting him a jewelry box. He would hate that.”

“Well, he needs it. He’ll learn to love it.”

“Alright well, we’ll see how that goes, eh?”

“We will.” You nod, “Dinner is at that restaurant downtown-“

“The one with the broken enter sign at the front.”

“The one with the broken enter sign at the front,” you confirm, “then we come back to our place for cake and gifts yeah? And on the day before his birthday…I’m taking him out the day of.”

“Spare me the details yeah. But, yeah sounds like a plan. I’ll pass this on to mum and she knows everyone in the U.K so I think the turn out will be fine.”

“I hope so.”

“Y/N,”

You hum.

“Thanks for doing this. Me mum has been planning birthdays for ages and I think she’s due for a break. So, thanks a bunch, babe. He’ll love it.”

You smile, “Of course, Gem. I’ll talk to you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, bye bye, Y/N”

“Bye bye,” you hang up the phone, “We’re planning a party,” you sing-song, “They won’t be sorry. For picking me for the part, it’s gonna be great, hey!” you laugh at yourself, continuing to hum your own little tune while swaying your hips to rhythm.

“We’re planning a party. They won’t-“ You jump, clutching your heart and letting out a surprised shriek when you spin around and find Harry leaning up against the kitchen entry, an amused smirk playing at his lips while he watches you with his arms folded over his chest, “Harry wha- you scared me!”

“Wasn’t the point,” he says, “But, please don’t stop on my account.” He steps into the kitchen casually, whistling your tune softly.

Your about to say something when a sudden realization washes over you. Your eyes widen and you turn to face him again, “Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“Um. How long have you been standing there?”

He shrugs as he opens the fridge door, scratching the corner of his mouth, “Not long.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh okay, just curious?”

“Yeah yeah not too long, just long enough to know I’d better go get that shirt – the one with the ketchup stain – I’d better go get that dry cleaned.”

“What do you mean?”

He sips a cold bottle of water, “If we’re going out for m’birthday, gotta look nice, don’t I?”

Your head falls into your hands as you let out a small groan, “Are you serious?”

He chuckles as he walks towards you, pressing a cold kiss to your forehead before scooting out the kitchen, “As a heart attack, babe.” And as you dial Gemma back on the phone you can hear him in the living room.

“We’re having a party. They won’t be sorry. For picking me for the party. It’s gonna be great, hey!”

This will be added to the list after the first request. Like before, do be aware this will take some time. Thanks for taking an– Oh, its Oumama.

For ANONYMOUS IMAGINE BEING BARD’S FIRST WIFE, FINDING OUT THAT YOU ARE PREGNANT WITH SIGRID AND RUNNING TO TELL BARD WHILE HE’S IN THE MARKET SQUARE

-=-

You woke up to your husband getting out of bed at the first cry of your son. As he made his way to the wooden cradle you smiled to yourself. Bard was a wonderful father to your son, you could only imagine what would happen if you had a little girl. You were certain the girl would have him wrapped around her little fingers from the moment he looked at her. “Shh…shh…Bain let your mother sleep a little more. She wasn’t feeling well last night.” You heard him whisper to your one year old. At his plea to your son you felt your stomach churn. The only time you ever felt it churn so much was when you were…you paused a moment in your inner monologue to count how many days it had been since your monthly. It hadn’t been that long has it? You questioned yourself as your stomach churned again making you groan. Which alerted your husband that you were awake.

“Oh Y/N, you awake love. Are you feeling any better?” You wanted to put on a smile and tell him you were fine but your stomach churned once again. You quickly made your way to the privy and emptied your stomach, not that there was too much in it. You felt Bard pull your hair out of your face with one hand and soothingly rub your back with the other.

“I’m fine Bard, honest. It must be the fish, you know fish doesn’t always agree with me.” You say with a sniffle as you wiped away your tears, you always cried when you vomited it was the one time you would cry for your mother and act as if you were still a small child even at your age. “I can stay home and take care of you. Let me stay home today.” Bard tried to reason only to be met with a dark glare from you.

“NO. You need to go to work Bard. I’ll be fine, I’m already feeling a bit better. Tell you what, I’ll go to the healer and pick up some peppermint leaves. By the time you get home I’ll be fine I promise.” You say with a smile as you slowly get up to make your way back inside the warmth of your home. Bard looks as if he wants to argue but with another stern look he backs down and makes you promise to come find him with any news the healer has no matter how minor. He is a bit of a worry wart when it came to your wellbeing and little Bain’s, he never worried enough about his own. After finally convincing him you were fine you went about getting ready for the day.

“Mama’s got to see the healer today, if you are on your best behavior then maybe I’ll let you stay up late to see your Da come home.” You say to your son who squeals at the word Da. The walk to the healers isn’t very far but it is rather chilly so you and Bain are bundled up in not only your coats but a shawl of yours. When you arrive the healer Ingrid smiles at you, she was your midwife for Bain so she smiles at the size of the healthy boy. “Morning Y/N. What can I do for you?” You smile and explain your symptoms and the elderly woman gives you a knowing grin. “If I remember correctly last time it was because you and your husband couldn’t keep your hands off each other. When was your last monthly? I know you haven’t come here for any pain remedies in about two months, is that just a coincidence?” The sight of your blush is more than enough of an answer as the woman leads you to the back for a further examination. After she finishes she nods her head. “Just as I thought, you are with child dearie.” You couldn’t help but get excited at the news you and Bard had talked about having more children recently and now it was finally happening. Thanking the woman as she gave you some peppermint leaves for tea you and Bain re-bundled up and made your way to find Bard. You had to tell him right away! Rushing as fast as you dared with little Bain in your arms you made your way to the market where Bard was working today and started looking around for him. Recognizing his dark shoulder length locks you grinned.

You snuck up behind him and were about to surprise him when Bain who had just recognized his Da let out an excited squeal. “DA! DA!” He squealed as he reached out towards his father who spun around in surprise. While you wish you could have surprised your husband yourself you couldn’t help but grin at the look Bard gave his son as he reached out to his son. “Y/N, what are you two doing here? Shouldn’t you be resting? What did the healer say?” He asked fast enough to make you wonder if it was all in one breath. As you handed your son to him you wrapped your shawl around your shoulders a little tighter. “It’s nothing to worry about. I should be fine in a few months, the sickness won’t last long either. But Bard? We might need to ask my cousin for that cradle she was going to get rid of.” You say casually as you try to fight back a grin when your husband freezes. He silently words cradle as it registers what you are telling him and his eyes go wide as does the grin on his face. Sensing what your husband is about to do your neighbor who was purchasing goods from your husband, takes Bain with a chuckle.