#dwayne pride fluff

[tempe-brennans]

6. Jolting awake after a nightmare and being comforted

Reader comforting Dwayne? 🥺

this is so cute <3

Dwayne jolts up in bed, covered in sweat. It takes him a minute–several, if he’s being honest with himself–to realize where he is, that there’s no threat to him.

That you’re okay.

All his commotion must be just enough to pull you from sleep. You sit up in bed, slowly, gentle hands reaching out for him.

“Dwayne?,” you murmur. “Baby, you okay?”

He finds your hands easily, even if the dark of his room, intertwines your fingers and squeezes.

“M’fine, sugar.”

Your thumb rubs gently back and forth against the back of his hand. “You wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, the slightest of motions.

“Okay,” you hum. “We don’t have to.”

So, if the silence of the night, you only hold his hand.

It’s the strongest Dwayne has ever felt.

[wanna-see-my-lease]

16 + Dwayne Pride.

My Treat

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Show: NCIS NOLA

Summary:  Why is it when you are alone the things you need are always just out of reach?

Pairing:  Dwayne Pride x reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count:  343

Reading Time: 1+ minutes-ish

Request: Prompt list requests are closed - new prompt list coming soon.

Prompt: #16. “I’ve got you.” 

A/N:  ♥ Almost caught up on the prompts. Have a few imagines to do as well ♥ Feedback is always  welcomed and requests are open (no prompts), and you can be added to the tag list XoX

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Looking around the kitchen for the spices you wanted, you huffed in frustration. You had planned on surprising Pride with dinner tonight, but for some reason he always kept the spices you like to use up high on the shelf. Spotting them you looked around for a way to give you leverage to reach the desired items. Spotting the small step stool, you went over and pulled it to the shelf. Knowing that the step stool was anything but reliable, you elected to use it.

As you placed your weight on the rickety stool, you reached up to try and grab the spices you wanted. Unfortunately it still wasn’t enough of a lift, as the spices were just out of reach. With a frustrating sigh, you placed your knee on the lip of the counter and leaned a little further up to grab the spice.

Soon as you had the spice within your grip, you felt the wood start to crack underneath your one foot. It was like slow motion as your center of gravity started to shift causing you too loose your balance. As you started to tumble backwards, you felt a pair of strong hands grip your waist to balance you.

“I’ve got ya.” Pride said as he helped you down from the perch you had once stood on.

Once your feet were on the ground, you looked up into his eyes, “Thanks.” You gave a soft laugh.

“What do ya think you were doin’ up there?” Pride asked, as you moved from his hands to the stove to put the right amount of spice into the concoction you were making.

“After this,” You answered holding up the spice. “I was gonna surprise you with dinner.” You answered while stirring the pot.

Pride came up and wrapped his arms around your midsection while looking over your shoulder. “Ya don’t have to do that,” He said and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I woulda made us dinner.”

You turned your head and gave him a chase kiss, “My treat, handsome.”