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yanderestarangel · 9 months

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HEADKANONS | JOHNNY CAGE MK1 WITH S/O

A/N: Yes, he's my favorite, please make requests for me with this man, I need ideas, I need requests- I'm obsessed for him. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.

TW: sfw, smut, fluff, sex, sexual positions, afab reader, pet names, vaginal sex, oral m!re. | f!re |, degradation, daddykink.

SFW:

Johnny Cage is the typical golden retriever boyfriend, he will want your attention because we know he is an attention slut, not only applies to his fans but also to you, you need to keep in mind that when Johnny wants your attention, He'll get it one way or another, whether it's sending you countless messages, asking you for affection, or even begging you to stay with him, if you're the type to get angry and punish him with silence, he'll be very upset. bad, even becoming physically ill.

He loves being emotionally pampered, a lot of cuddling with him with his head in your lap, while the two of you watch a movie together in the living room of his mansion, while you massage his scalp and the light brown locks of his silky hair, he would be happy. smiling like a fool in love - which he is - even if you pointed it out, he would deny it with some typical joke of his, if you threaten to leave his side or stop making out with him he will pout and complain, a lot.

He also likes tight arms just enjoying the silence between the two of you, chaste kisses on his forehead or cheek are welcome, especially if you wear lipstick or gloss, he will smile sideways and run his fingers through the warm residue on your lips on his skin.

Johnny likes to show you on all his social networks, always taking selfies with you and posting them, stories talking to his fans but always with you by his side, he loves sharing some couple story about the two of you so that everyone can laugh at such a situation that you passed by, like the time he got the location of the award show he was going to wrong and you had to walk a long way to get to the right place, with Johnny carrying you on his back obviously, he wasn't going to make his beautiful S/O walk. If you're the shy type, he'll push you a little, not because he's mean, but because he wants to show you to the world, show the person who makes Johnny Cage happy, but if you still don't want to, he'll respect your decision, Even if it upsets him a little at first, he will still take photos of you and the two of you together, with various filters, from the cute ones to the most cursed ones he finds.

The two of you have a YouTube and Twitch channel together, he already had a channel so now you are a regular guest, after all you date him. Johnny loves just chatting in chat, or reacting to some edits and fanarts that his fans make of him live, he always thanks everyone and is satisfied, from the most amateur to the most professional, everyone is valid and valuable from Cage's perspective , and he also loves the edits with the photo and video of you as a couple, with you and him thanking you for your affection, he leaves the @'s of the editors and designers, encouraging their growth. In the lives it also happens that Johnny plays some games with you, his favorite is the horror genre, he loves seeing your reactions because you feel tense around him and the chat, he sits on a black gaming chair in the center of the camera and you or in the background or on his side - it's your choice - he also gets scared very easily so you can take advantage and poke his shoulder or arm during a tense moment in the gameplay, he'll jump and scream from his chair like a scared kitten while letting out a series of swear words - he may or may not have let his glasses fall to the floor and break one of those times.

Johnny lets you wear his clothes, he's very stylish, if there's something you like, you can wear it, he has enough money to buy a new and identical piece, but obviously there are clothes that he's more zealous and jealous of, he He'll even let you use it if you tell him you'll be careful, if you tear it or get it dirty, he won't do anything other than sigh and get irritated for a few hours, then go buy a piece like the old one and pretend nothing happened.

He also loves that you make him breakfast, he loves his food, his seasoning, the smell of warm food makes Johnny wake up in bed with a satisfied smile, seeing you in his kitchen, preparing everything for him, that's it. it also made his ego rise, but in a good way after all he has you in his life and no Hollywood award compares to having you as his partner, he comes up behind you and while hugging you, giving you a kiss on the head and smelling you, even though he's drowsy, he wants to be there with you, watching you make his breakfast with such care - Cage also whispers in a hoarse and low voice how much he loves you, thanking you for being so helpful to him and that will reward you later however you want -

The two of you play 'just dance' together, Johnny knows practically all the choreographies and makes you dance with him, whether you're good or bad at dancing, what matters to him is that you just have fun with him, and he's great at dancing, knowing move the hips extremely well and being very elastic.

Johnny loves sending you memes, posts, songs, everything he sees and remembers about you he will send you immediately, Johnny is the type who has a gallery full of memes that he never sent because he forgot, he is the type who sends more than +99 reels in less than 10 minutes, so if you two have been chatting don't be surprised if you get distracted and have more than 60 videos in your dm, each with a caption and context from Cage:

"I remembered you."

"LMAO you that day (Y/N)"

"That song is the one you like, isn't it?"

"lol that's so me"

"That food looks delicious, can we make it later?"

"pookie wookie"

"This film appears a lot in my fy, let's see it this weekend"

"Am I bbg in this edit?"

He also uses a lot of emoji and stickers to communicate, with chibi versions of himself often in his chat to show his emotions, he uses emojis to Seriously, then get used to using them.

The two of you have a typical mean girls night together, with skincare, hair moisturizing, movies together and gossiping together, Johnny doesn't mind if you want to try makeup on him, or paint his nails - as long as it's black and he's not in No acting roles at the moment - he accepts it willingly, and he even likes it when you do eyeliner on him - he looks even more handsome, believe me. -

Loves to pamper you materially! Johnny is the type that if he sees that you are looking too much at a certain product in a store, he will pull you and enter the place, calling the salesperson immediately and buying everything you want, and I guarantee you, he knows exactly when you want something. or when you're lying that you don't want to because you're embarrassed, if you lie and try to say that you didn't want to, Johnny will get serious and immediately take the most expensive products in the store for you, as a form of "punishment" for lying to him. He will be able to take you to the concert of your favorite band or singer when he is off work as a Hollywood star or he will hire the singer/band you want to do a private show at his mansion, nothing is too expensive or impossible for Johnny Cage.

He loves romantic nights with you. Johnny will put on a fancy suit, hire a good buffet for a candlelit dinner with you, something he does practically every weekend, it has become a couple's tradition in your relationship. A good dinner and expensive wine, to end the night with the lights of the Cage mansion partially turned off, with you and Johnny in the large marble area, the only light was from the moon that entered through the large video window, with the song: "You rock my world - Michael Jackson" playing in the background, on the speakers of the luxurious room, with the two of you pressed against each other, just singing while dancing intertwined in a heat of passion and love. - Johnny loves this song because he says it sums up what you did in his life, you rocked his world in a way that he can only thank you internally for being the love of his life, and being the person he can count on always, even though he is sometimes too arrogant and proud to admit it, he always says: "-This song sums up what I feel and have always felt about you honey." -It's his way of saying he loves you, when he can't say it directly.

He hates to show it, but he is extremely insecure, after the separation from his ex-wife - Cris - he always asks you if you still love him or if you will leave him one day, this insecurity causes some jealous attacks when you go out, doesn't it? nothing serious, just Johnny sulking and asking you why you're so different with him - which you weren't - just make this man sure of your relationship, holding his arm or hand when you go out helps a lot, with him smiling stupidly in the corner because you're proud to be dating him, after all who wouldn't be? he is Johnny Cage after all.

He's extremely intelligent, so he'll love rambling about everything about you, movies, art, history, everything. He will talk about several topics at the same time, while his head is in your lap.

NSFW:

Recorded sex: He carries that stupid phone of his 24 hours a day, that is, this also applies to sex, he will fuck you practically making a movie every time, recording in HD all your reactions and how you fit your body to his so well , moans, juices of lust, your face salivating with pleasure, the nicknames, the dirtiest things, all recorded and saved in a folder with a password on his cell phone. He uses the videos to masturbate when he is traveling to direct a film as a director, he becomes needy and needs you by his side, having to settle for the homemade porn videos that the two of you make together, your pussy jumping on his dick in the video, his body, his reactions, as he whimpered, fucking his own dick in his hand, writhing on the hotel bed he was in.

Sex on the phone: Well, when the porn videos you made, he will call you, begging you to masturbate on call with him, either just vocally, or on video call, or exchanging nudes while the two of you did it.

"-Come for me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you need me to fill you like the submissive whore you are."

Daddykink: Self Explanatory, he loves being called daddy by you, he himself has a habit of calling himself daddy in random situations, with an arrogant air. "-Leave it to Daddy, Baby." "-Oh yes, Daddy Johnny is here to sort it out." And this applies to sex, he will fuck you while you call him Daddy or Daddy Johnny - he loves that shit, it boosts his ego like hell. -

Degradation and praise: He loves to praise you and degrade you at the same time, he also loves to be praised during sex, especially when you do the "missionary" position, while he looked at your face, fucking your pussy with greed and hunger.

"-Do you want to cum, my naughty little slut?"

"-You really want my seed to fill your pussy, don't you? You're such a dirty slut, wanting to be bred by me. You want to mark you as mine, don't you?"

"-You're nothing but a filthy whore, begging for my cock."

"-You're such a good boy/girl, taking my dick in that tight, pretty pussy, like the good slut you are."

His favorite sexual positions with you: 69, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Reverse Cowgirl, Missionary, Scoop Me Up, The Seashell, The Pinball Wizard, Valedictorian, Table Top, The Lazy Man, The Snake, Stand and Deliver.

He also loves giving oral, he would really stay under your legs all day fucking you with his tongue if he could, in every corner of his mansion that he could, his tongue fucks you in the right spots, passing from your clitoris to the your entrance tight, his thick and firm hands keep you in place, holding the soft flesh of your hips, massaging the area in small circles with his thumb while looking into your eyes, while his mouth was too busy working for you. make you cum - maybe... Just maybe he rubs his nose on your clitoris to tease you, he has a big nose... Just maybe. -

Johnny likes blowjobs when he's angry, he likes to come home, have a good whiskey while sitting on the couch, and you between his legs, sucking him greedily, it was a relaxing sight, making Johnny remember the good things about life, you.

"-Yes fuck baby... Keep going... I really need to cum, you're my good boy/girl, sucking my dick so good."

Please squirt on this man! He loves to fuck you and make you squirt, whether with his dick, tongue, fingers or even vibrators - which you have to stimulate your pussy and his dick in some foreplay - Johnny just wants you to cum and get him all wet with your Sweet essence, the first time you squirted on him you were embarrassed, but he wasn't, he seemed to have discovered a new world, smiling like a fool.

"-Mmmm Johnny... I... Please take it off, I-" -You tried to speak between moans, while your pussy squeezed Johnny's cock more than ever, he felt something different, smiling sideways.

"-Fuck I bet that's a fucking squirt, come on, I want to see you squirt on my dick baby, this is going to be so fucking hot, just cum in that tight pussy." -Johnny says, thrusting his dick even more into your pussy, with all the strength and speed he could have in his hips at that moment, fucking you to the core, he gives a strong thrust, hitting his dick on your cervix, making you moan and squirt on his dick, abdomen and groin, dirtying him all over, while he smiled extremely happily.

"-I won't stop fucking you until you do it again baby." -He says smug with a cheesy wink, but he was serious, you were going to do that until he saw you squirt and cum like that again.

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sturniozo · 5 months

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Savage Love Part Ten

Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU

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“What happened at work, dollface?” He asked me.

“I… I kinda… got fired.” I mumble.

“Why?” He asks as his hand caresses my cheek.

“There was something my editor wanted me to do and I told him I couldn’t and-“

“Did he try to sleep with you?” Matt asks sternly. “I swear to god I’ll-“

“What? No it was an article I didn’t want to do.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t want to do the article and he said without that article I contribute nothing of substance to the paper so he fired me…”

Matt kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me. “What was the piece about?” He asks as he nuzzles his face against my hair.

I bite my lip. I can’t tell him the article was about him, he’d think our whole relationship is a lie. “He wanted me to do an exposure piece. I just don’t feel comfortable ruining people for no good reason. I think there’s a difference between exposing actual bad people and just plain outing people’s personal lives.”

Matt kisses my head once again. “I bet you were the best writer they had. That papers gonna go to shit now. No one will read it anymore.”

I laugh softly and cuddle closer to him. “My pieces barely made it into that paper anyways.”

“I’ll find you a better paper to work at, okay babydoll?”

“You don’t need to find me a job Matt, I can do that myself.”

“I’d rather you have a job you can work from home from though, that way I can keep an eye on you.”

“Matt, no offense, but that was creepy.” I turn to him and laugh softly. My smile fades when I see the serious look on Matt’s face.

“I’d just prefer it if I knew where you were and that you were safe.” Matt shrugs and kisses my temple again. “I have some things to take care of here in a bit baby, so I’m gonna order you some lunch.”

“What do you have to take care of?” I ask. I bite my lip as I realize I don’t need to ask these questions for my job anymore. I just want to know him.

Matt sighs. “There’s a shipment coming in from Italy and I need to make sure they brought everything I paid for so that I can distribute it to my consumers.”

I blink. “What’s the shipment of?”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m sorry dollface but that’s need to know.” He kisses my head. “Let’s order you food now.” He pulls out his phone to order food online.

“It’ll be here soon. I have to go babydoll, I have to be at the airport in an hour.” Matt gets up from the couch. “Make sure you eat. And feel free to explore and look around. You’re gonna be here for a little while you might as well get used to the place.” Matt gives me a quick kiss on the lips before leaving.

I sit on the couch for a minute pondering what to do. I hear Matt’s car leave and I shrink back against the couch. It feels so uncomfortable to be alone is his big home. I look around the living room. Behind the couch is one of multiple pool tables in the house, and near the corner of the room is a poker table.

The tv is huge, like one from a theater. It sits above a beautiful mantel that looks like hand chiseled stone. The beautiful creation had carved roses and thorn filled vines that line the edges.

I must have been admiring the mantel for a long time since I hear the doorbell ring. It catches me off guard and I flinch and my leg slips off the couch.

I get up and head towards the front door. I open it to see a delivery man holding a bag.

“Delivery for Sturniolo?” He says and I nod. He hands me the bag and the receipt before turning around and leaving without a word.

I close the door and go to the dining room to set the bag of food down in the table. The interaction itself was weird, not like any one I’ve had with a delivery man. I look at the receipt to see what Matt had ordered and see the special instruction.

‘Don’t mess with the girl.’

I roll my eyes and set the receipt down on the table.

After eating a bit of the lunch I decided to walk around. I’m mostly curious what I could find. Even though I’m not on the piece about him anymore I’m still interested to know if he really is the Mafia boss or if this is all just misconstrued information.

I walk up the stairs and through the hallway. Most of the doors have been locked, the only one I’m able to get into is Matt’s bedroom. So I start there.

I have already seen most there is to see in Matt’s bedroom. But the door that leads to his office is still unseen by my eyes. I turn the knob, a little surprised it isn’t locked. I open the door just a bit and bite my lip.

Should I be doing this? Would Matt know? I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth from nerves and I enter the office. I turn in the light to see everything, but there’s almost nothing to see. Just a desk and a seat. There’s no papers or a computer, do extra storage drawers, no decorations of any kind. Just a desk and a chair.

The desk and chair looks like the ones you’d think your rich uncle would have. Beautiful maroon wood desk and a matching color leather desk chair.

I go to close the door when something catches my eye. Something under the desk. I walk closer and look under the desk and pick up the small metal key. I look around for a lock of some sort, something that the key must open.

Why would this be in the floor? I look through the drawers of the desk, all of them empty, except when I get to the bottom one. I open it and a gun slides around the drawer from the force of me opening it. I gasp slightly and immediately close the drawer.

I stand up and look around. Where did the key go? And where did it come from? There’s no way he just left it on the floor, is there? And why would he have an empty office with nothing but a gun?

Maybe Emma was right, I was being naive, and I shouldn’t have trusted Matt. Things do add up to him being in the Mafia.

But that’s not how you gather information, you can’t start with your conclusion and work backwards to prove it. No, I need proof of it.

But I don’t need proof anymore. I keep forgetting I stopped with that piece. I turn around and look over the walls. I trace my fingers over the wallpaper until I feel a dent in the wall covered by the wallpaper.

I take a breath. I can’t cut through the paper, Matt will notice and know I snooped. I bite my lip and trace along the dent, just to get an idea of how big the dent it.

I trace it up above my head and then back down to the floor. It seemed to be the outline of a door. Maybe that’s what the key unlocked?

But why would the key be on the floor? And why would the door be covered with the wallpaper? I shake my head. I shouldn’t do this. I set the key back down under the desk where I found it and leave the office, shutting the light off behind me.

I sit on the bed still unsure what to do. After a moment of thinking I walk out of his bedroom and walk along the hallway to where his office wall would be. I go to open a door that should lead to the room next to his office, but it’s locked.

I immediately go back through his bedroom and to his office, grabbing the key and going back out to the door. I take a deep breath before I slip the key into the lock.

I turn the key and the lock click. I turn the knob and open the door. The room is dark so I reach around the wall feeling for a light switch. When I finally find it I flick it on, and gasp at what I see.

I quickly close the door behind me and run down the hall and down the stairs. I rush to the front door and open it, just in time to see a car pull up. My breath hitches and I shut the door, hoping whoever it was didn’t see me.

I go back to the living room but remember how I left the room. I quickly go back up the stairs and go back to the room, shut off the light, then close and lock the door. I run to put the key back under his desk where I found it. By the time I’m leaving Matt’s bedroom I hear the front door open.

From upstairs I can hear the sound of two guys talking to each other, sounding like they’re bickering. My feet stay planted in place in Matt’s bedroom, unable to move.

Neither voice sounds like Matt’s which makes my heart race in my chest. I swallow the saliva building up in my mouth and slowly creep tears the door of the bedroom. I hear the guys make their way up the stairs and I see their faces.

They look just like Matt. Then I remember Matt telling me he was a triplet and lived with his brothers when we were on a date once.

I step backwards and the floor creaks. The guys stop talking and I stand paralyzed in fear. Do they know I’m here? Did Matt tell them anything?

My questions are answered when I hear one of them say “I bet it’s that girl Matt’s been with.” And then the footsteps get closer to the door. I sit down on the bed, now unable to stand as the anxiety builds up inside me. The door opens and I see the two guys fully.

They really do look almost just like Matt. I stare up at them and my heart races. “Matt said you’d be here.” One of them says. “I’m Chris, this is Nick,” he nods his head towards the other guy “we’re Matt’s brothers. You must be y/n then?”

I nod slowly.

“Matt’s told us about you. He said you’re staying here while he has your place checked for- ow!”

Nick interrupts Chris by kicking his leg. “Dude,” Nick motions to me. He mouths something to Chris and Chris seems to have a moment of realization.

“Just make yourself at home and… Nick and I will be in the living room if you need anything.” Chris says before leaving.

I let out a breath and stare at the ground. How am I supposed to leave with those two here? And how am I supposed to stay after what was in that room?

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fimmiesthinker · 1 year

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[23:02pm]

"hmm, im so tired" chaewon hears you whisper after comfortably laying by her side, resting your head on the curve of her shoulder chaewon smiles and starts to caress your hair softly

"you tried to keep with eunchae energy all day, of course you are" she whispers back and lighty flick your forehead to tease you earning an indignant whine from you, she chuckles and kisses your temple lovingly.

"i was making content c'mon, we will be the highlight of this day off episode you'll see" you proudly comment and look past chaewon shoulder, where eunchae was sleeping not too far from you two. the rest of the members were sleeping behind you and the only noise on the room other then the members quiet breaths was just the whispering between you and chaewon.

"please, the way you were screaming? probably the editor will cut that out.." she grumble playfully and nudge your side,

she hears you snort but doesn't dare open her eyes until she felt you biting her neck in return, chaewon breath hitched and a small gasp escapes from her lips in surprise

"you little-" she says half angry and half amused "you better watch out or i will you let you sleep thru breakfast tomorrow" she threatens and feels you hum against her skin "good think I have other 5 members to wake me up.." you hum lowly and nip at her neck again, more lovingly this time.

chaewon can practically hear the smirk in your voice but didn't expect the way your hand roamed over her body and found their place under the hem of her shirt

"stop that. go to sleep y/n." chaewon huffs a laugh and cuddles closer to you ignoring the way her stomach flutter at your actions.

"what? i'm waiting for my apologie miss kim chaewon" you mock and move around a little easily traping her under you. chaewon denies with her head and starts to nudge your side, the tickling sensation made you squirm away and as you and chaewon were lost in each other space both didn't notice that the giggling and movements caused to stir awake a member behind you.

"y/n-" "come on chaewon i-"

"if you two don't stop and go to sleep, i swear." both you and chaewon freeze, not needing to listen twice to know that it was sakura who just whispered that.

"yes unnie.." you both agree and before you could cuddle closer to chaewon again she gives your shoulder a light slap and whispers angrily to you

"see i warned you to stop" "hey you are-"

"go. to. sleep." the grumble order made chaewon and you stop talking again, knowing better to not piss off sakura.

chaewon let a kiss in your forehead as a apology and understanding that you gave her another kiss back on her cheek, knowing that you both were okay chaewon cuddles you closer and set off to sleep, with your heart warm it didn't take long to you follow her and the room was now quiet with all members peacefully sleeping.

#le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #kim chaewon x reader #chaewon x reader #lesserafim x reader

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lale-txt · 2 years

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♡ taking care of them when they have a fever ➳ w/ Kid, Mihawk & Rayleigh

a/n: i… i fought Tumblr text editor so long and hard for this and it‘s still a mess oh my god. anyway enjoy those silly little headcanons, i love putting those lads into ✨situations✨

Kid

simply the worst patient you can ever imagine <3

when falling sick, he goes through the five stages of grief several times a day

denial: „i am not sick, what the fuck are you talking about“, he asks with a runny nose and face almost as bright red as his hair, beads of sweat running down his temples, barely able to stand up straight

Killer and you just exchange a look and brace yourself for what‘s coming next

anger: ever saw a tulip explode? now you will

don‘t mind the claw marks on the ground when Killer drags Kid by one leg to bed while the captain combusts and grunts out curses you‘ve never heard before

lots of shouting and yelling and middle fingers being raised with the last bit of energy he has left before you watch Killer pull out some wrestling moves to get the tulip into bed. it‘s like watching two grizzlies fight

feel free to join but be prepared to get bitten in the ass

bargaining: so Kid is in bed, blanket pulled up to his nose, breathing heavily

it‘s when it all sinks in. the realization that maybe he should have covered up those honkers when visiting that winter island. Kid was a South Blue child after all, not used to the cold

don‘t disturb him during that phase, just enjoy the silence while he ponders on every life choice he made that led him here

depression: that‘s when he will call you and the other crew members into his cabin one by one despite you telling him he‘ll just spread his germs that way, but Kid doesn‘t care. he feels like he‘s dying from that common cold and he needs to tell everyone his last words

don‘t flinch when he clutches his metal fist around your hand and rattles something about how he doesn‘t mind when you fall in love again after he dies, but preferably with Killer because then he‘ll know from heaven (or hell) that you‘re in good hands (followed by an hour long monologue on why Killer is the greatest man ever existing)

acceptance: so Kid realized he might not die today but his throat is still sore and all the yelling probably didn‘t make it any better

bring him some tea, tuck him in and kiss his forehead, he‘ll pass out in a minute and the whole thing will repeat a few more times on his way to recovery

Kid is gonna act like none of this has happened once he is back to his old self but he‘ll still make sure to pull you into a hug and mumble a Thank You against your skin, followed by making up for all the kisses he couldn‘t give you during that time

Mihawk

have you ever tried giving your pet any kind of medicine? it was bad, wasn‘t it? then good luck with this man because he is worse

it‘s hard to imagine that someone as perfect as Mihawk could fall sick with a fever, but here you are, standing with a glass of water and painkillers in your hands next to him while he‘s passed out on the couch

„get those away from me“, he mumbles like a dying peasant who is confronted with his own mortality in the face of a common cold

even with his strength being robbed he is still much stronger than you, using this fact to his advantage (by rolling over flat on his stomach, face down, so you can‘t hold the glass of water against his lips)

give him five minutes for some frustrated groaning until he admits his defeat and finally reaches for the things in your hands

brace yourself for a silent staring duel when he asks for a glass of red wine to wash down the painkillers

he‘s lucky that you‘re in love so madly and deeply with him and have all the patience in the world to bear with him, knowing well he would pamper you too if you ever fell sick (you remembered how he pulled out a whole first aid kit as if he was ready to perform emergency surgery when you cut your finger slightly once while cooking together)

Mihawk would hate the fact that you see him in such a weak state but deep down he is still happy to have you by his side during his darkest hours

he‘ll have a few fever dreams and will be startled, probably panting something about his crops and how he gotta look after them

just gently push him back down by his shoulders and calm him down by telling him that you watered the garden and that the tomatoes are looking plump and ripe and ready for harvesting once he‘s back to full health

he‘ll ask you to read him from his favorite romance novels before he drifts back to sleep

Mihawk will cook you the fanciest dinner to show you his gratitude for nursing him back to health, including the most expensive bottle of red wine and kitchen dances together

Rayleigh

„you‘re burning up, Ray.“

you look at him worried, hands on his cheek and forehead to feel his temperature

Rayleigh just sighs, pushes his glasses up his hair, pinches the bridge of his nose and accepts his defeat

the Dark King knows that there‘s a limit on how much you can push a sick body and that the only cure is rest

after all, he had watched Roger struggle during his illness when no one else was watching; it made him realize that every action has its toll and us humans are fragile little things

he will do his best to not make you worry, after everything he‘s been through at his age a simple cold won‘t take him out

sure, he will try to send you home so he doesn‘t pass on the fever to you, but you insist on staying by his side — after all it was „in sickness and in health“ what you vowed to

a fact that earns you a lot of forehead kisses and the inevitable fate that you‘ll be down with a fever as well a few days later (where Rayleigh will take care of you as well, of course)

he is an easy patient on his best behaviour, drinking up the tea you brewed for him and staying in bed with the newspaper and some card games (since he can‘t go gambling)

Rayleigh will hum and lean deep into your touch when you run him a bath and wash his hair, your fingers massaging every bit of tension out of him

knowing you can‘t resist his charm he‘ll ask you to join him in the bath tub. just do it. the old man is needy and a little cold won‘t stop him from using his hands to return a little favor…

Rayleigh is a restless man, never one for settling down completely or staying in one place for too long, but those days in bed together are surprisingly nice and help him to recover quickly, thanks to your committed care

countless kisses on your skin show you his gratitude and blur the line between heat and fever…

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I Kissed the President (Part 2) | Jung Jaehyun

Summary: You're an undercover journalist digging for dirt on billionaire Jung Jaehyun. You'd do anything to get the story. Even fuck him... But what happens when he finds out you're lying?

Genre: Smut, angst, drama

Word Count: 1.5k

Part 1 | Part 2 ❤️ | Part 3

The idea of seeing you again makes Jaehyun feel a little hot. And not just in a good way. Kind of sweaty. Nervous, almost.

You vowed to never go back to Jaehyun – but your editor said that if you couldn’t get this story, you ‘shouldn’t come back at all’.

So, three nights later, you go back to Jaehyun’s house. You’re wearing an outrageous black lace dress that ‘highlights your boobs’ (in Giselle’s words).

A full-on limousine idles in front of Jaehyun’s house.

Jaehyun slouches stylishly in the back seat, offering you a glass of champagne. “More tea, vicar?”

You can’t stop smiling.

Jaehyun’s wealth should disgust you, but it secretly impresses you. He looks offensively good in a black three-piece suit, his fringe falling into his forehead.

He treats you to a five-course meal in a skyscraper. The restaurant… is empty.

“I asked them to keep our little date quiet,” Jaehyun murmurs. “Journalists, am I right?”

You stifle a gasp. If only he knew.

A while later, you are in a designer clothing shop, resting your heads on your elbows. Your eyes burn into each other’s.

A gorgeous three thousand dollar Chanel dress lies between you – one that you made the mistake of glancing at.

“Get me to change my mind on one of my policies and the dress is yours,” he challenges.

“Easy,” you say. “Stop cutting immigration. Instead, let qualified people from abroad enter the country. The economy will boom.”

Jaehyun clears his throat uncomfortably. “Well… I hadn’t thought of that.” He eyes the dress. “If I didn’t know how sexy you would look in this dress, I would be annoyed. It is very expensive.”

Later, you and Jaehyun walk arm in arm along the banks of the Han River. Dangerously, the dress makes you feel like you are Asha… like you could do anything.

Jaehyun smiles arrogantly down at you. “Did my date impress you?” He sighs. “Why even ask? Of course, you’re impressed.”

You curl your lip. “You’re a little rich boy who showered his family’s money on me. That doesn’t take talent.”

His face hardens. “Stop calling me that.”

“What?” you say.

“A rich boy. I’m not who you think I am.” His voice drops. “My father, who you love talking about, isn’t even my father.”

Your heart speeds up. This is the story you’ve been looking for.

“What do you mean?” you ask, keeping your voice steady.

Jaehyun continues, “I’m an orphan. He picked me up from the streets when I was ten. Trust me, if he had any child of his own, they would be running the party.”

You gasp.

He smiles bitterly. “Poverty? I know it.”

You should be thrilled – this is enough to bring Jaehyun’s campaign down. But instead, all you want is for that pained look to leave his eyes.

Just then, a strange memory surfaces in your mind. You frown.

Jaehyun smiles sadly. “Now you remember.”

And then it comes back to you. Almost twenty years ago, your mum sent you to the laundrette… when you saw a boy with large brown eyes and dimples, sitting on a huge box of Ultra Clean laundry detergent, grinning at you. You gave him your last coin.

In delight, you clasp the sides of Jaehyun’s face, beaming up at him. You always wondered what that boy would be like when he grew up… how handsome he would be. You could barely believe that the boy was Jaehyun.

Jaehyun kisses you. And you like it. Far too much. You kiss him back, pulling his body as close to you as is humanly possible. He feels delicious against you. You feel his hardness against every inch of your skin.

You try to see him as the spoilt airhead the way you used to. You try to stop yourself from caring about him. But you fail – Jaehyun has changed for you. Or maybe, you two were never that different in the first place.

You pull away…

Removed from the intoxicating influence of his lips, you are confused. Jaehyun, if he likes you at all, does not like you. He likes Asha.

The thought makes you stiffen.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walk away, hoping the chill night air will bring you clarity.

“Asha,” he calls. “Leaving so soon? That’s classy.”

But his joke does not make you laugh. You know where you have to go.

---

The office of the Daily Herald is empty.

Every time you try to write the news story that will bring Jaehyun’s campaign down, you get distracted.

You see Jaehyun’s blazing eyes as he confessed to you. You feel his lips on your lips. You remember the grin of the boy at the laundrette so many years ago. And the words won’t come.

You take a deep breath. This article will save your career. As for you and Jaehyun… well, there is no you and Jaehyun.

You plug in your headphones and, though your stomach is twisting, you begin to write.

Jaehyun Jung is the darling of the people. However, even he has his share of dirty secrets…

When you are done, you feel disgusted by your article. It’s a cheap shot. You’re not attacking Jaehyun’s policies – you’re attacking him for being working class. And, a little voice says, you’re hurting him.

You decide that you will never publish this article. If you lose your job, so be it.

When you see the time, you freak out. You need to get home.

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The next morning, you are awoken by a rapid pinging noise.

You have 7 missed calls from Giselle, followed by a message that says, TURN ON THE TV.

…is not, in fact, former President Jung’s son…

…orphan, picked up off the street…

…election campaign thrown off the rails…

The newsreader lifts up a copy of the Daily Herald – with your article front and centre.

How did they get that? You never submitted the article! You look for your laptop… then realise that you left it in the office last night.

You feel sick.

You have only one message from Jaehyun.

‘I trusted you.’

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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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hey doll can you do fem!reader dating Tom and she's a model and she gets asked to do a lingerie shoot and she's questioning to do it or not and Tom convinces her with little flirty comments and then on the day he comes to pick her up and she's still posing in this black lacy stuff on a bed and he's watching until she notices and he asks if they can take the pieces home????

love you 🤭

girl yes yes yes

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rip it off

warnings- flirty, angst??, model!gf+TomK

words- 744

"okay thank you- bye" I cut the call and looked to see Tom giving me a questionable look "I've been asked to do a 'fall lingerie' shoot next Wednesday, but I don't know" yes I model but usually fully clothed, I'm not very confident about every inch of my body and Tom knew that "what if I just look like a idiot?"

"babe you wont look like an idiot, I've seen you In lingerie thousands of times and every time It happens oddly enough it ends up with you in my bed and that on the floor" he smiled moving from his place on the sofa to be closer to me "plus Y/n you are sexy as fuck, men are lucky to even look at you and I'm the luckiest because I get to come home to you and do this" he pressed his lips to mine and I couldn't back away from a kiss from Tom, who could?

"what If my dad see's it? god that also means my horrid step-mom too!" I cringed at the thought of those two seeing me nearly naked, dad hadn't been a large part of my life until I started gather fame at 16 for acting in adverts, then dating Tom in one of the most famous bands in Germany and now a world-known model

"so what of they see it? he has a gorgeous daughter who has a successful career unlike him who owned a car company that went bump and his wife looks like Jabba the hut so you have nothing to worry about" I laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek "I'm not wrong- but anyways I think you should do it babe I mean you're the fucking most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I know everyone else would agree"

"fine I'll do it, and thank you you're such a sweetheart when you want to be" I drew circled on his palm seeing him let a small laugh out

"yeah wait till I come see you on Wednesday"

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"thats it Y/n push that hip out hun" I was stood in a make-shift door frame with bright white lights making my skin glow while wrapped in a night black lacy piece "okay I think we need you on that bed, and how good can you arch?" I felt a blush come to my face as we walked to the bed

"pretty well..." I climbed onto the plush fabric and watched as they fixed the camera onto me "where do you want me to look? camera or just off it?" I asked Jenna who stood smiling at me

"erm look to the camera and then we can try other stuff but doll you look stunning right now- so ready?" I nodded sliding down the bed and pushing my ass up as much as I could and stared into the lens, the camera clicked a few times and people switched lighting and my make-up until I herd a familiar wolf whistle fill the room, I looked over to where Jenna and the editor were sat and saw in the shadow behind them was Tom sucking his lip, I blew him a kiss and carried on with my shoot, I found myself pushing my positions more as his eyes laid upon me

"okay can we get one of you in the shower? but change into that baby pink set first and Pablo will come lighten your make up because we want cutie in the shower vibe okay?" Salma rubbed my shoulder letting me off set to change, I walked to Tom who sat playing his lip pricing, I purposefully swayed my hips a little more and let a salutary smile come on my face

"afternoon" I hummed feeling his hands immediately go around my waist "you okay?" he stood towering over me pressing a kiss to my forehead

"I'm amazing" his eyes drew narrower, he lowered his head so his mouth was next to my ear "need some help getting this off my love?" his tone sent shivers down my body and all I could do was nod, his hand slipped down to the globe of my ass giving it a quick squeeze before looking to Jenna who had a smirk along her lips "can we take these home?" Tom asked referring to the lingerie "and maybe some spares in case" I hit my boyfriends shoulder as a red shade covered my face

"damn Y/n didn't see you as a girl to have her clothes ripped off" she giggled winking at me

"right well I'll go change" I quickly walked to the backroom and I herd heavy steps follow behind me

"don't fuck for too long!" Jenna called as Tom shut the door after him

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz angst #2000s fashion #lingerie #fashion #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #tom kaulitz imagines #georg listing #germany #00s #kaulitz twins #bill kaulitz #beautiful model #tom kaulitz icons

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ebongawk · 3 months

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oooh hellcheer hc is that eddie goes into fully nurse mode whenever chrissy’s sick. she has a cold? he’s fussing over her, making soup from scratch thank you very much bc he’s actually a great cook. cramps? he buys out her favorite chocolate from the corner store, he’s got three different types of heat packs ready, he’ll massage her belly for hours if that’s what it takes to make her feel better

Here's the thing: Chrissy was never home when Eddie got out of the studio on Wednesdays.

Wednesdays were their short days. The band's self-proclaimed 'recharge' days. The midweek break they all pretended to need that they'd written into their contracts so the fucking producer wouldn't throw a fit when Jeff dipped out at eleven to go meet his girlfriend at the train station, because Marie was in Boston Saturday night through Wednesday morning for work.

Eddie usually wandered in after a fast food lunch and a grocery run around one o'clock. Chrissy wasn't even off most days until four. So when he walked in the front door and was greeted with the curdling scream of horror queen Janet Leigh on the tube?

Yeah, Eddie about had a heart attack. Like full-on hand-over-the-heart terror.

"Sorry," Chrissy croaked from the couch as she frantically turned the volume of her vintage horror flick down. Psycho. Classic. Eddie hadn't even noticed her, she was so bundled up in blankets. A Chrissy burrito that could've passed for a rumpled throw blanket. "Sorry, sorry. You came in at the worst part."

Shit, she sounded awful.

"That's my specialty," Eddie breathed, dropping the excess number of grocery bags in the foyer and tripping over his own feet to make it to her side. "What's up, buttercup? How come you're home so early?"

Shit, she looked awful. All curled up and shivering despite the throw around her shoulders and the duvet she'd dragged in from their bedroom. Eddie automatically put a hand on her forehead, hissing at the burn beneath his palm.

"Think I caught the bug that's been going around on the publishing floor," Chrissy said, covering her mouth with the throw as she talked. Trying to breathe on him as little as possible. But her sinuses were so full, he doubted she could take in any air from her nose. "Editors were next, I knew it, but everyone insisted it'd stay quarantined upstairs."

"Morons," Eddie huffed, eyes raking over her face. Her blotchy, feverish cheeks; her bloodshot eyes ringed in the purple bruises of exhaustion. Her lips were dry, and Eddie sighed, hopping up and pressing a kiss to her forehead that she protested.

"You're gonna get infected," she grumbled. Eddie just shrugged, more firmly wrapping her up in her blankets.

"Did you take anything?"

"Grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy that's next to the office," she said, still covering her mouth. Exhaling a couple of rough coughs into the fabric. "Probably should've eaten something, but nothing sounds good."

Her sentences were choppy and slurred, which was how Eddie knew that this was serious. Having majored in English at BU, Chrissy's articulation refined to a fucking knife's point over the years. Ready to stab anyone who looked at her with a modicum of doubt when she explained what she did for a living.

His poor little Supervising Editor.

"Alright," Eddie said, hopping to his feet and pressing another kiss to her crown – this one not quite as protested as the first – before he rounded the couch to collect the grocery haul he'd bought that was entirely inadequate for a sick Chrissy. "Lemme get some water in the kettle, yeah? I'll make you some ginger tea and run to the bodega for soup supplies."

"Love, really, I'm fine––"

"Don't you I'm fine me, Cunningham," he called from the kitchen. Even though her last name had been Munson for damn near five years now. He loved the dopey little smile she still got when he reprimanded her with her maiden name. The eye roll. The huff of, That's Munson to you, Mister.

The huff never came this time. She was too tired to argue, he knew.

He started some prep work for what they had on hand while the water heated up. Mincing up a metric fuckton of garlic, grabbing some chicken breast from the fridge, grating most of a knob of ginger. They had some frozen chicken wing tips, but Eddie wasn't sure he had the time or patience to make broth from scratch. He mentally added store bought shit to his list, along with spinach and carrots.

Once her tea was ready, Eddie departed after stealing another kiss – this one to her cheek, which she yelled at him for as well as she was able and which he laughed at when her voice broke.

Another forty-five minutes later, after hauling ass to the store and back, Eddie had soup simmering on the stove, orange juice in the fridge, and three other types of medicine lined up along the coffee table to be taken after she'd eaten.

"I should go to the bedroom," Chrissy sighed as Eddie exchanged her empty mug of tea for a glass of juice. "Give you veg space so I don't get you sick."

Eddie scoffed. He'd grabbed The Two Towers from their nightstand, carefully depositing it on the arm of the couch before gently easing Chrissy's juice from her hands. He crouched down in front of her, leveling her with as withering a stare as he could muster around the worry he could feel lining his face.

"What kind of husband do you think I am, sweetness? To abandon his queen in her most desperate times of need?" She rolled her eyes, cheeks turned up in a slight smile. Eddie grinned, reaching up to pinch her cheek. Broadening her smile as much as she was able. "My fair lady needs her noble knight's assistance now more than ever! I ain't just gonna abandon you to squalor, baby. You know better than that."

She made a little noise of distress, and Eddie knew it was because she was terrified of getting him sick. Even though he played backup to Jeff, fucking his vocals could fuck the whole timeline for their next album.

He couldn't have given less of a fuck.

Tucking the blanket more firmly around her, Eddie carefully wedged his arms under her slight body, hoisting her up with a cracked little squeal from her raw throat before settling himself lengthwise on the couch, Chrissy in his lap.

"Eddie––"

"Shh, baby," he said, grabbing the book behind him and opening up to the bookmark. Picking up where they'd left off the last time he lulled her to sleep, just the night before, when she'd still been perfectly healthy. Harboring this bit of sick down deep enough that her body was still attempting to fight it off.

His voice, she'd told him once, was her favorite lullaby.

"So it was," he began to read, "that in the light of a fair morning, King Theoden and Gandalf the White Rider met again on green grass beside the Deeping-stream."

An hour later, Chrissy was out like a light. Breathing deeply through her mouth, with a little dribble of drool spilling onto his shirt and making him chuckle. He leaned down, kissing her hair and brushing it back over her ear.

"My poor little peach," he murmured, pressing the words into her scalp. The scent of ginger and garlic wafted through the air, and Eddie knew he should extricate himself from her embrace. Slip into the kitchen and turn the stove off.

But Chrissy let out this scratchy little snore, and Eddie figured he could give her another half hour.

"Love you, sweet," he said. And by the way she hummed in her slumber, snuggling even closer against his chest until her ear was pressed right up against her heart, Eddie thought, fuck, maybe she'd heard him.

(inspo ask)

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #stranger things #chrissy x eddie #my writing #hellcheer drabble #sickness #I feel it tho bc I've been battling a stupid cold all week #where the heck is my Eddie to make me soup and cuddle me?#cunninghamchrissie

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Little By Little

Synopsis: One where Harry finds out his girl is struggling with ED (Requested)

CW: mentions of ED, please put your mental health first and read with caution. And remember, you're not alone in this, you are brave, you are strong. And I love you so much! *Kissie noises*

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Harry and YN had been basically living together at this point.

They've been together for about three years and Harry had somehow now managed to convince her to stay over for the weekend and she never left. He certainly isn't complaining because he asked her to stay with him.

But lately he's been seeing her food being left over. Both of them worked, Harry is filming a movie in London and also recording his fourth studio album, YN's working on her little boutique she's so proud of as she should be. So they'd made a little rule of at least eating one meal together, he'd volunteered to make them breakfast every morning (because honestly that's the only meal he can cook without burning down his kitchen) as YN hates early mornings. So he leaves her a plate of her own. Though he waits for her to wake up and get ready for the day before he leaves for work himself. YN has switched to working from home since the Covid hit and has chose to do the same, especially when her firm didn't mind that either, it also gave her time to work on some freelancing as a Photo and Video editor aside from having a desk job a software developer.

Today, Harry was so excited to go home today. He was going to ask her to completely just move in with him. She paid the rent this month for no apparent reason, he just didn't wanted her to waste her earning like that if she's not living at her flat anymore. Or if she changes her time and needs more time, by all means he is ready to support her through.

But he would be lying if he hadn't got used to living with her, going to bed with her and waking upto her gorgeous self everyday now. He felt so whole with her now. He even wants to pop question to her, especially since she's always been so vocal about how important it was to her. He's even gone as far to take his mum with him to find a perfect ring for her.

Tonight he didn't wanted either of them cook so he got food from YN's favourite restaurant on his way back home. When he got back, he found her fast asleep on the sofa, it was Friday night he noticed then. She has Fridays and Saturdays off from work.

He didn't wake her up instead he proceeded to transfer all off the fold out of the plastic trying to make as less noise as he could knowing how much of a light sleeper his girl is. After be put lids on all of the food thermoses — great investment YN made him do — he went to check in on her before he proceeded to clean up. She had a bad habit of covering up her face with the blanket and it scares it that she's going to suffocate herself even though she's assured him many times that she can breath in just fine.

He also found it a tiny bit odd seeing her asleep in late afternoon as she's not the one to take naps but, she had much more commissioned work to do she must've been tired. Shrugging it off Harry padded his wak to the living room.

And he was just right!

She had that damn blanker over her face. He crouched next to her.

"Hey, baby, do you wanna wake up?" He called tugging the blanket off her face, "lemme see you gorgeous, I missed you today!" He cooed when she wouldn't let go.

"Five minutes!" She whined.

"Okay, but lemme see you." He requested, "there you are!" He celebrated quietly seeing her face after long hours of the day. "Hello, my love." He leans down to kiss her forehead.

"Hi," she looked at him surprised, "you came early today?"

"Mhmm," he nodded, "thought we could spend some time together for the weekend."

"Oh, I'm sorry I fell asleep watching TV." She flops on her back to look at the TV was turned off, it must have turned off on it's own as it was left unattended. She did planned to watch favourite bakery YouTuber but she just fell asleep.

"It's alright," he assured her, "do you want to wake up now?"

"Mhmm." She nodded sitting up straight midway of her yawning out her tiredness away.

"You had a good sleep?" He proceeded to take a seat in front of her, she nods again as she wraps her arms around his middle for a quick cuddle. Taking the smell of his cologne, sweet, cold and earthy tones laced with hints of sandal wood, he always smelled like he'd just gotten out of a steamy souna. "I brought your favourite so you won't have to cook tonight." He shared, snaking his own arms around her.

It was her turn to cook tonight. Mainly every dinner was on her because she really fears Harry's either going to loose a finger or two in attempt of chopping veggies and stuff or burn down his beautiful home. So she just takes it upon herself to make food.

"You did?" Her voice came as a muffle against his chest.

"Yeah," he caressed her hair gently, "do you want to go out on a walk before we eat?"

"No, we can just stay in and watch a movie or something." She suggested, pulling away from his embrace politely.

"Yeah, we can do that." He agrees, anything to spend more time with her. Though they both haven't been out since past three weeks, at he goes out for work but she haven't left her house. Even to run her errands. She instead opts to get everything home delivered.

"Okay." She said pushing the blanket off her body noticing Harry was leaning in to steal a little kiss but she moves back, watching him cant his head and look at her confusedly. "I just woke up from a long nap."

"I don't mind." He chuckled, "haven't we had morning sex many, many times?"

She sighs watching him a little hurt and press her mouth onto his in a tender kiss. He kisses her back regardless with same love.

"I need to pee so bad!" She exclaims, trying to find energy to get up. Harry giggles at her adorable laziness and watches her make a run for the bathroom.

He walks back to the kitchen and cleans up all the mess he made, wiping down the counter where he managed to spill drops of gravy and bits of rice with paper towel. He threw away all the trash and noticed she hasn't taken it out today, so he took that out himself. He made himself and his love some tea. Opening the fridge to get milk for YN's tea he saw plate of waffles he left for her today.

She didn't even take a bite frim it. He also found little storage containers with more breakfast foods he made from four days ago. Haven't she been eating? Has she been eating out? He wondered.

Harry took out all the spoilt food from the fridge to throw it away but he kept it on the counter to wait for her come back out. He is well aware that he isn't the best at cooking but she could have told him not to make her anything. Yes, it would have hurt him but not this much.

"You didn't eat you breakfast." He spoke when he saw her walking back down the stairs. Caught, she almost tripped down.

"Be careful!" He rushed towards her rather quickly, holding onto her. YN shook her head jerkingly as if she was not trying to be dizzy. "Hey what's wrong, sweetheart? You alright?" She clung onto him like a koala.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good." She nodded and stood back on het feet. Harry still walked to the sofa and her sit down as he fetched her some water. He sat next to her. "Baby what's wrong? Did you start your period?" He enquired, nit to be offensive but she does tend to feel dizzy or even pass out when she's on her period.

"No, I didn't." She gulped down half of that glass of water he gave her in one go.

It clicked to him, "did you not eat at all today? Not even the snacks I got you yesterday from the grocery trip?"

"No, I just fell asleep watching TV." She said, which entirely wasn't the truth but it was.

"I, uh, baby you need to tell me what is going on, okay? Of course you haven't been falling asleep from past four days, have you?" He was being too harsh with his interrogation so he stopped there waiting for her to answer. She just opted to drink from her water instead, so he pulled her closer to his side.

YN just leaned into his touch there. She hasn't been feeling quite good in her skin recently. So many reasons to unpack but she never felt like talking to him about it. He has helped her through many of her low, he's calmer and seems to think thoroughly in moments of crisis and she's so grateful to have found him.

Oh she couldn't list many things why she was feeling this way. Which she did not felt is right to talk about but the feeling of her stomach empty felt eerily right to her, lile it always did. She bas gotten over this in past and she's sure she can do it this time too. She loves food and she can't stay away from it really.

She did ate dinner with Harry every night. Though she served herself, quarter of what she eats, but ends up throwing up in the middle of the night in the downstairs bathroom. She just doesn't want to burden Harry with this. He's already pretty stressed with his next year's spring summer collection to be bothered by her.

"Hey, it's okay my darling angel," she heard Harry coo to her realising she has been sobbing now. "You know you can talk to me right, YN?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "I don't know, I don't know what's, what's wrong I just want to go to bed." Her voice low like a sad whining little puppy between her cries. She's sure which are ugly too.

"Already?" He enquired which made her cry even more so it scared him. For the first time Harry didn't know how to help her or even know what was actually going on. "It's okay we'll talk about it when you're ready, okay? You want to watch TV instead?" And she just nodded.

Harry took the empty glass of water from her and kept it on the coffee table, he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV to play one of her favourite movie. He didn't even bother to change as he got her comfy next to him under the blanket she was wearing earlier. She looked up at him when she could feel his gaze on her, he just placed an assuring hand on her cheek.

"It's okay, I'm here." He whispered to her with a kiss on her forehead. YN just rested her head on his chest as she stared at the TV trying not to fall asleep on her problems the best she could.

"I, I think I wanna go on a walk." She suggested.

"Yeah?" He smiled at her, "lemme grab a jumper for you real quick then." He carefully peeled herself from her urging her to go put her shoes on, a little no-shoes-inside custom he's grown to follows since her stay. He ran upstairs to get her one of his hoodies which he helped her slip of as well put his own jacket on as it was getting a bit chilly outside.

"My baby," he tugged her closer to him, "our neighbours are getting Christmas spirit, aren't they?" He pointed out, little gruesome Halloween decorations already have been swapped with happy Christmas decorations. It made her feel that much more calmer.

"Yeah. We should put up some decorations too." She suggested looking around.

"We can do that tomorrow," he agreed. "Feel any better?"

"Mhmm." She sounded, "don't feel like talking about it."

"That's okay, whenever you're ready baby." He pressed a kiss on top of her head. It wasn't that late so they took the bus to the mall to look around for a Christmas tree. "We should get a real one."

"No, it's gonna die by the end of the week." YN chuckled at his suggestion. "We can reuse these ones."

"That's boring. A real would be eco-friendly options."

"Not when you'll have to buy another one to be put on actual Christmas day." She pulled him to the little gift section to look for inspiration to buy presents for his mum and sister. Whilst her parents didn't approved of Harry, his family welcomed her very warmly into theirs.

When they went back home, Harry tried to serve them dinner he bought with him. YN didn't say much but pushed around her food after taking three bites waiting Harry to finish up.

"Sunshine you didn't eat anything." He cooed to her, "a little more?"

"No, I, I ate." She shook her head, "I'm just not that hungry."

"Why not baby?" He pulled his chair closer to hers seeing tears brim in her eyes behind her glasses, "hey lovie, it's okay you can tell me."

"It just feels good to not to," she admitted, "I just don't want to eat."

"Well you gotta fuel your body, don't you? Why do you feel that way, hmm, do you wanna tell me?" He asked, carefully reaching for her hands in her lap.

"I don't know. It feels better to feel hungry and not eat. I deserve it." She choked, "I don't want to do that. But I don't want to feel this way either. I don't know what is going. I, I don't know what do!"

"Hey, c'mere." He got up picking her up with her legs wrapped around his hips as he walked upto their bedroom, somewhere she's more comfortable to talk. He tucked her under their blanket as he slipped next to her. She cried in his chest. "No one deserves to be hungry, okay? Especially my girl. It is going to be difficult but we can make things better."

"I don't mean to cry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She cried even more.

"It's okay to cry, lovie, don't ever apologise for that." He held onto her tightly, "please don't take this a wrong way, okay? Do you think you want to get professional help? If not then it's fine, we'll figure out a way to make you better."

"I don't know," was her answer.

"That's alright!" He assured her, "you can take it all little by little okay? What do you say we start from tomorrow morning?"

"Mhm!" She nodded, "I want to sleep now."

"Of course my baby, go to sleep I'll be here when you wake up."

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It's been long six months now.

Harry had been trying to help his girl the best he could. It made him happy when she recently agreed on, he'd drove her to her therapist's office just this morning on his way to work.

Meanwhile they've been going on morning and evening walks, it helped her though it was not enough. But at least it was getting her somewhere to begin with. She'd still try and stall her way out of it, but Harry's there by her side.

He went home early today, to make them a nice dinner. Nice Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, it was her favourites as she ordered it on their first lunch date. He had Shania Twain playing in the background in low volume, as he sang along to her putting together a dinner.

"Where did you come from?" He heard his surprised girlfriend, she was stopped in the middle of the living room with her bag hung over her shoulder and a little paper bag from the tech shop. She must have bought another SD card he figured.

"Work...?" He laughed knowing exactly what she meant. He's been working late so it was a surprise to her, "how is your day going so far?"

"Good, had to mail the SD I had to my client so I went to buy a new one." She held up the tiny paper bag in her hand, "I am never taking his projects again for sure."

"Why are they demanding?" He asked.

"He's been constantly emailing me to mail the SD to him so that his wedding pictures don't get posted anywhere else it's infuriating I made him pay for it!" She ranted in one go as she stomped in kitchen and got herself a glass of water.

"Karen, isn't he?" He chuckled making her giggle too.

"You know how expensive SD cards are. God!" She sighed. "What are you doing?"

"Making us dinner." He he was chopping up Tomatoes for the soup.

"Do you want me to help you?" She offered, "please?"

"Why not baby!" he agreed.

"I'll go change real quick, don't start without me." She said already making her way out of the kitchen.

"Oi, come back here now!" He faux-scolding made her stop dead in her tracks, she walked back to him, "gimme a kiss." He leaned down to match her height with a cheesy smile on his face.

Of course she leaned in, her small hand cupping his jaw in between her thumb and fingers gently. Looking him dead in the dead with the softest smile he's seen on anything, waiting for her to give him the kiss. She pulled back to his dismay.

"Ask nicely next time." She tried to run away but he is rather swift with his moment he caught her by her hips and turning her around started tickling her. "Ah, Harry!" She squirmed, giggling.

"Is this nice enough?" He teased her, tickling her sides where she's more ticklish.

"Stop," she grabbed onto his elbows to stop him, catching onto her breath. He got his kiss. She smeared her lips on his the smile never fading. "We should get rid of your shirts and tank tops."

God he looked so deliciously handsome in his white tank!

"Why so? You don't like 'em?" He asked, his nose skimming against her cheek, making butterflies go haywire in his tummy.

"I do, but I prefer you without them." Taking advantage of their closeness to place another kiss on his mouth.

He chuckled softly, "well then let's go upstairs and fix it, would you like that?"

"I'd love that." She agreed, "but not now, I've got work." With that she slipped through his arms.

"You cheeky monkey!" He smacked her bum before she ran upstairs laughing. He'll have his way with her later!

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"Put some more!" YN whined at Harry being skimpy at adding spices.

"No, it's gonna be too spicy!"

"You are literally so white, move!" She pushed him to a side.

"Hey!" He whined but he let her do her thing. At least she's trying to be involved.

Finally being done with cooking, they both sat down at the coffee table on the floor with their favourite show on the TV.

Harry doesn't like to make it too obvious to her, but he's always been keeping an close eye at her eating habits now. Not to be creepy. Not to be disrespectful. But he's doing it just to keep up with her progress. She was doing great last week, eating at least one full meal.

He saw her taking just two bites off her grilled cheese and a few full spoons of soup before she stopped.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?" She looked at him.

"How was your first session today?" He enquired.

"We talked." She started, "he said that it'll take a few sessions to see we get along and stuff. But so far I, I think he can help me."

"Yeah? I'm so happy for you, baby!" He smiled, pulling her in a brief embrace. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled, seemingly contained. "I can't eat anymore." She said putting back the spoon her bowl.

"You want me to make you something else?" He suggested, "it's okay, you can eat more later."

"No," she shook her head in disagreement, "I don't feel like it. I'm sorry, I know you came home early to cook and all. It just tastes bitter to me I don't know why. Sorry."

"Hey, stop apologising, babylove." He cooed, "it's okay. I promise."

"This is so bad." Her voice cracked, "I don't feel like eating sometimes and when I do, everything tastes, so, so bad. I don't know." A few tears make their way down her cheeks, "I feel like I'm being ungrateful for everything you're doing for me. I promise I'm not, I'm trying."

"I'm so proud of you for trying to get better, my love." He hugged her again, "it's alright. I can't imagine what you're feeling right now but I can tell you, I've never once felt you're being ungrateful, okay? It's okay, do you feel like eating right now?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"You want me to make you something else?"

"This is going to go to waste." She cried even more, feeling there are many people out there who are hungry and deserve to be fed and she's waste it all by simply not eating. It was a big internal turmoil she had been going through.

"It won't, I'll eat this for lunch tomorrow." He assured her, "you want me to make you Ramen?"

"What if I don't feel like eating that too?"

"Then that's fine, baby you don't have to cry. Please?" He requested, not knowing how to make her feel better. "Okay, let's go on a walk and see how you feel, what do you say?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." She agreed.

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Another six months later. YN was doing better. She had to switch her therapist but she has been recovering well and good.

N O T E :

This was so difficult to write 🥺 but I tried. I am not sure how this one's gonna do.

I also apologise for the lame ending. I don't know how I should have ended it.

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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the other woman is perfect where her rival fails.

a/n: my name is star and i like to break hearts i hope u all enjoy this idk what possessed me to write this but slay! credit to the gif owner!

You knew the minute you fell for Steve it was going to be the biggest mistake of your life, but loving him came so easy to you. He was sweet, charming, and never hesitated to put others before himself, but he just wasn't over nancy.

Loving him was difficult for her. Sometimes she'd love him with everything she had in her, defending him from people talking down on him and comforting him when the arguments with his dad got a little too nasty. Other times, she'd leave him completely in the dark. Her hand leaving his when he tells her how he loves her, giving him a tight-lipped smile before muttering me too. Her shoulders would shrug off his arm when Jonathan came around, her smile brighter than ever.

Steve wasn't an idiot. He knew he was losing her to Jonathan, but that wouldn't stop him from trying to keep her around. He’d shower her with gifts basking in the smiles and kisses she gave him as a thank you, but at night he'd find himself in your arms crying.

“What's wrong with me y/n?” he'd always cry out. You always cry with him. Saying nothing is wrong with him, claiming Nancy is blind if she lets a guy as great as him go. You want to shout it, scream it even. Be with me, Steve. You know for a fact that if he was with you he'd never be in any kind of pain. You'd love him till the end of time no matter what happens, but you'd never tell him that.

When Nancy broke up with him he was a wreck. He refused to come out of his room the first week of the breakup. You'd drop by his house comforting him when you could, dropping off school work he's missed already completed cause you know how he feels. You know how hard it is to simply get out of bed just to take a shower. One day you came by doing your usual routine, you were getting ready to leave when you put your hand on his face rubbing his cheek gently.

“I'll be back tomorrow, okay?” you let out a sigh getting ready to walk out when his hand grabbed yours.

“Stay.” he croaked out. “Please, I- I can't be alone right now.”

You stayed with him all night that night. Weeks went by and you started seeing a glimpse of the old Steve coming back. Your Steve was coming back. He would crack jokes late at night when you stayed over watching tv late at night. He'd steal glances at you when you would both be in the library studying for an upcoming test. Years went on and nothing changed. He's been on countless dates with girls from town only to find himself complaining to you at the end of them.

The girls he did end up dating only lasted for a short while. They couldn't stand how you looked at Steve as if he hung all the stars in the sky just for you.

You hated how pathetic you looked and felt. Steve had you wrapped around his finger and he didn't even know it. You'd stay awake late at night wondering if things would ever change. Sometimes he gave mixed signals. He’d hold onto you a little too long when you hugged, kisses made their way to your cheek rather than their usual place on your forehead and you'd live for those moments.

Pretty soon the dates stopped and he'd find himself spending all of his free time with you. If he wasn't working he was with you. The kids need a ride to the arcade? He's picking you up on the way there, his hand holding yours as he drives to pick up Mike. It's not until the death of Nancy’s editor and Chrissy that you find yourself back at the very beginning. The town was after Eddie and Dustin explained the situation as you sat in the backseat. You're not sure how you guys got to the trailer park, it was all a blur.

You see Nancy talking to a police officer, tears streaming down her face, and exhaust evident on her face and figure. She looked over at you all her breath getting caught in her throat. Steve gave her a sad smile and waved at her, and she returned it and waved back. She knew the fight wasn't over, and you knew you were being placed on the back burner once again.

“Nance! Nance hey, where are you going?” you heard Steve ask her while he chased after her. You see her shake her head and her mouth move, but you hear nothing. Everything around you is silent as you stare at the former couple.

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head aggressively wiping them away. You take deep breaths and calm yourself down, but you feel the damn about to break when you see Steve stare at Nancy as she and Robin hop into her car and drive off. Shaking your head once more you back away from the car slowly catching Steve's attention.

“Hey, hey it's going to be okay. They're just going-”

“I can't do this Steve.” you cry out. He shushes you and tries to grab your hand but you refuse to let him touch you.

“I know y/n, but we’ll be okay. We all made it last time-”

“Do you still love Nancy?”

Steve froze in his spot and looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “W-what?”

You wipe the tears off of your face, angry at the fact you're crying but also terrified that you might lose your best friend.

“I can't stick around again Steve. I've been in love with you this whole time, but the way you look at her...I thought you were starting to feel the same but,” you took a deep breath. “I need to know.”

Steve shook his head. “You can't do this. That's not fair.”

“Not fair? Not fair?” you were angry now and he knew it. “What's not fair Steve, is how I had to watch you fall in love with someone who couldn't even love you the way you deserved to be loved! Then, I had to clean up the mess she made, when she broke your heart! I came by after school every day to check on you, I even did your fucking homework cause I know what it's like to love someone who doesn't want you.”

Dustin and Max were quick to sit in the car turning up the radio to block out your arguing.

“Then I think, finally, maybe now he'll see how I'm always there for him, but no! Instead, you go on dates with every single girl in town, and then, you complain to me about how they just aren't her.” you let out a cold laugh and continue to wipe your tears away. “I'm not asking for your hand in marriage Steve, I just need to know if I'm wasting any more time on this.”

Steve stood in silence, not because he knew the answer only because he didn't. He loved Nancy, a part of him always would. He's not sure why old feelings came rushing out of nowhere when he saw her again, but he can't help that they did.

“I don't know…”

You didn't think your heart could break anymore, but you were proven wrong when you stared at Steve with his head hung low. You nodded your head letting out a sigh.

“I'm tired of being your second choice, Steve,” you mumbled while walking toward the car grabbing the back door handle. “After this, I think it's best we distance ourselves.”

“For how long?”

She shrugged her shoulders and sat in the backseat with Max. Steve stood frozen to his spot with only one thought on his mind.

How the fuck is he going to fix this?

#ouchie 🤩#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst

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captain-liminal · 1 year

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Jack Howl Cuddling HCs

-Message Received From The Captain-

I’m doing this because it’s been on my mind for a while and I need an outlet

WARNINGS: None. Just pure fluff.

( @oheyfox come get yo juice)

-Playing Message...-

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- Just wanna start off by saying...

- He will not let you get on your phone or any other device. It is too late, and you already don’t get enough sleep. He takes your phone and puts it on the little dresser on his side of the bed.

- Jack will hold you down if he has to.

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“Jack, please! I’m sure Ace just texted me! What if he’s stuck on the roof again?!”

“He can get himself down. Go to sleep.”

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- No need for a blanket. I’m sure that since his original habitat is cold as hell, he stores body heat in that large figure of his. Already hot.

- He’ll always big spoon you. He holds your (probably) smaller body underneath his and tangles his legs with yours.

- Depending on the weather outside, the current season, or even the time of day/night, you can get hot really fast.

- And I mean REALLY FAST

- Did I mention how hot it is?

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“...Jack... Hot...”

“Sorry...”

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- Want late night snacks? He’s got you.

- Picks you up and takes you to the kitchen, holding you like a toddler with one arm under your butt and the other holding your back.

- Will not put you down until you get there.

- Once you’re done getting snacks, he’ll pick you up bridal style and take you back, tenderly laying you on the bed and holding you once again.

- Likes it when you pet him. Will not admit it.

- Specifically this sensitive spot behind his left ear that always makes him melt. Just give it a good scritch and he’s gone. Honestly it doesn’t matter which ear, either way he’s gonna melt at your touch.

- You may or may not get a sound out of him. And you know what I mean by sound :)

- His face goes a deep reddish color and his eyes flutter shut and his ears fold onto his head.

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“Aww... You’re so cute!”

“...Sh-shut... Shut up...”

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- Will kiss your forehead/the back of your head periodically. Might even go at the nape of your neck.

- If you try hard enough, you can flip him onto his back and lay on his chest/stomach.

- He might even let you.

- Whenever you do that, you can see, hear, and even feel his tail wagging.

- The thump is so loud you have no idea

- Facial expression doesn’t change though, sadly

- But he will blush!

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“Jack?” “Hm?” “Why does your tail wag so hard when I do this?”

“..........Don’t know.”

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((I DIDN’T OPEN THE NEW EDITOR AND MY PHONE IS BEING A BITCH SO I COULDN’T EDIT IT HOW I WANTED TO FULLY AAAAJFURIEWLIGRBEHI))

-End Message-

#haha simp brain go brrrrr #busy melting rn #twst #twisted wonderland #jack howl #twst jack #twisted wonderland jack howl #jack fluff #jack howl fluff #jack howl hcs #jack howl hc #jack howl x reader #jack howl x mc #jack howl x yuu

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Healing

Leigh Shaw x Male Reader

For @aloneodi

Leigh still felt it was a dream. Her life with you. The way you came into it, an intern editor at her work. The way you smiled at her when you first saw each other.

It was a little over a year since her husband died when you came into her life. You started out as strangers, then friends, and then friends who went out for coffee together.

You worked with her to edit her columns before they were sent off. You encouraged her gently to try new experiences in life.

It was Jules who flatly ordered Leigh to ask you out. “Ask him out before someone else does”

“Huh?” Leigh looked at her sister in confusion.

“(y/N)! You two are like my reluctant OTP” Jules stated before leaving. Leigh tried to hide the blush forming over her face.

The next day she walked up to you nervous as ever. Surprisingly you were nervous too. You and Leigh practically asked each other out in unison. You had a good laugh before setting your first date for that evening.

First date became a second date, a second became a third and so on and so on. For the first time in a long time, Leigh felt that she was healing. She felt her heart flutter every time you held her hand or held her close while watching a movie or show on the couch.

It's been years since then now. The apartment gave way to a nice house in the suburbs.

Leigh pours herself a cup of coffee in the early summer morning. Her life profoundly better.

She hears sopping wet footsteps from the backdoor. Leigh can't help but sigh.

"What happened?" Leigh can't help but snicker.

"Blame our kids" you answer back, "both two and four legged"

"They tried to give the dog a bath, huh?"

"Yeah and now I look like a swamp creature" you shrug, covered head to toe in fresh cut grass and sopping wet.

"Still quite sexy for a swamp creature" Leigh laughs, getting her first look at you in your embarrassing situation.

"Oh really?" you start walking towards her, "well then get over here"

"No" Leigh shakes her head, trying hard not to laugh.

"Come on, you know you want to!" you run to her.

"Stay away from me, Swampy!" Leigh giggles as she runs away from you.

You chase her around the kitchen, Leigh laughs. Little moments like this always make Leigh laugh.

"I have work today!" she tries to counter.

"We can take a shower together" you counter back.

"You're terrible!" Leigh breaks down in full laughter.

You wrap your arms around here, "well you married me"

"Why do I love you so much?" Leigh leans her head against your chest.

"I could ask you the same question" you kiss her forehead.

"Uh...Mom, Dad?" your kids, both sopping wet and covered in grass too, look at you in embarrassment too.

Leigh simply shakes her head laughing.

Best life ever, she thinks to herself.

#sorry for your loss #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw #leigh shaw imagine #sorry for your loss imagine #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader

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marksbear · 1 year

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if u write for the Riddler, can you do a m.reader x Riddler where the reader works for the police and is secretly dating him? Maybe with dom/sub undertones where the reader is the one with full control — ⚰️

It would be my first time for writing him! I hope you like the fic my friend! ⚰ I chose to write the riddler from the batman movie, but if you want the one from Gotham just simply tell me!

SUB RIDDLER X DOM COP MALE READER

"Edward-- No I mean fucking Riddler. When the hell are you gonna lay off the murder and torture."

Edward nervously turns around from his messy desk looking up at Y/n. Y/n holds the loaded gun to Edwards head. "Y-Y/n! uhm. I--" Edward chokes on his earning a laugh from Y/n.

"I'm only joking with you Ed." Y/n says putting his gun back in the holster. "But seriously lay off some. You're getting out of hand with this. And plus my boss is gonna give me more hours since all the shit you're going." Y/n puts his hand on his boyfriend's head giving his forehead a light kiss.

"I promise you that Batman sees you Ed. Everyone sees you. Your the talk of the office all the time." Y/n says pulling his boyfriend up off his chair. "Just be careful Ed. I love you too much to see you get hurt. And I don't wanna see you inside those bars. So promise me you're gonna be careful."

"I promise Y/n. I'll be careful."

"Good boy." Y/n responds back giving him a light kiss on the lips before sitting him back down on his chair. Edward looks up at Y/n in a trance. "You can continue what you were doing." Y/n tells his boyfriend giving the back of his head one last kiss before leaving the room.

Moments like that terrified Edward. Even though Y/n and him were dating for a long time and he knew that Y/n loved him no matter what it still scares him.

Theres no telling that one day Y/n isn't joking and actually shoots him or arrests him. He hated the way Y/n was fully in control. Y/n always had control over him since day one.

Edward thought once he revealed his little villain persona to Y/n that Y/n would be scared of him. He wanted to bow down to if he was some sort of king, but Y/n half other plans. Once Edward revealed himself as the Riddler Y/n already had a gun to Edward.

"I already knew. But thanks for telling me. I figured it was you a long time ago love. But since I love you too much to give you to my evil co-workers i'll leave you alone. But don't think I won't hesitate to take you down my love." Y/n confesses putting the gun on a flat surface before stalking up to his boyfriend.

"You look cute with your little costume. I like it on you." Y/n kisses the top of the mask where the head is supposed to be before leaving Riddler alone with his thoughts.

Editor Bear!: Because I felt like the fic was too short I added some headcanons!

Edward would leave Y/n tiny messages on his victims. It would be for Y/n to only recognize it. And sometimes would use the little riddle cards to communicate with Y/n using letters to spell out words.

Y/n hides / takes anything that can get Edward caught.

Y/n using his car sirens to get through traffic so he can pick up Edward after work.

Edward and Y/n exchange riddles back and forth during lazy days.

Edward picking up habits from Y/n. Like how Y/n studies information, drinking coffee,

Edward passes around the idea of you joining him to be a villain.

Y/n giving Edward private information about the person hes stalking about. Like giving him personal files about the person.

Edward standing in the background watching Y/n alongside the other officers work.

THE END!

#edward nygma #edward nygma x male reader #riddler x male reader #the riddler x male reader #x male reader #male reader #dc x male reader #the bear club

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livelaughlaw3 · 1 month

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Wanted and the wedding ring box

TW : angst, sadness, fluffy end <3 (as always with this maaaaan <33)

You are single in this story and Shanks is only your Captain. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

Your crew was one of the most powerful, yet when you looked at them, you only saw happy, adorable but stupid fools. You collect the newspaper which you hand to Benn, the right arm who reads it. It shows you the news and at the end, you see the bonus posters. You swallow a glob of saliva as you see that each member of your crew has increased in bounty. You didn't care about yours, it was when you got to the last one that your heart skipped a beat. You need to count the number of zeros one by one to measure the exact bounty on your Captain's head. You look at Benn with whom you usually talk. He lights his cigarette and looks at you attentively. You sigh, Lucky calls you to eat so you join him and ask him if they can all eat on deck. He accepts and the crew arrives little by little. You drop off breakfast with Lucky's help and watch them all go and sit down. When you hear Yasopp asking Benn what the news is. He hands him the posters, they laugh and your Captain tells them to celebrate. They laugh as they hand each other the posters and argue gently over who is stronger. Your blood continues to boil as you see them so carefree. You yell at them, making them all stop laughing and talk. Your Captain looks at you with big eyes then smiles at you “Don’t be jealous treasure, yours has increased too !!!” You yell at him “I DON’T CARE !!! STOP LAUGHING !!!! IT'S NOT FUNNY !!! THERE’S NOTHING TO CELEBRATE !!! YOU ARE IN EVEN MORE DANGER THAN BEFORE !!!!”

You burst into tears and quickly leaves the bridge, leaving them speechless. Benn tells them “I’m going t-” Shanks shakes his hand “No, I’ll go.” and gets up to join you. As you enter the hallway to your quarters, he says to you “Y/N ?! Honey, answer me.” He opens the door to your room, finding you sitting on your bed, your head in your arms, knees drawn up to your chest. He closes your door and sits on your bed, next to you. He places his hand on your head then lowers it to the back of your neck. “Sweetheart, stop crying, we are pirates, we have always had bountys. Don’t put yourself in this state because of this.” He removes your forearms, stronger than you, with disconcerting ease. He dries your tears and approaches you to give you a hug. You shake your head, crying again, you start to pat his shoulders as he smiles. “You’re the worst !!!”, he laughs, you hit him harder, he lets you do it without blocking the blows. He tilts his head to the side then ends up grabbing your wrists very gently so that you listen to him. “You too, your bounty has increased, honey.”, “So what ???? Your head is worth billions !!!!” He giggles, seeing you so serious and so cute. You want to hit him again but he is stronger than you. He pulls you by your hands to sit on his lap and guides your hands behind his shoulders to hold you against him. You rest your head on his shoulder, speaking in a low voice, that you worry a lot. “You never take anything seriously.. I hate you..” He smiles and rubs your back then asks you “If my bounty has increased it’s because I’m more dangerous myself, my angel.”

You shrug, he laughs and bites your neck then he touches the marks with his finger. You shiver at his touch, he smiles and does it again, blowing on the wet trail he leaves with his tongue on your skin. The right arm knocks on your room, interrupting you, he sighs. “Yeah Beck, I’m coming, everything’s okay, the princess isn’t crying anymore.” You hit his chest, he laughs out loud. Pulling you a little tighter as your cheek slides up his arm. He looks at you and kisses your face, your cheek, your temple, your forehead, several times. You sniffle from crying, he continues to kiss you and hold you against him. He smiles at you as you look at the wall behind him and he whispers to you “My weakness..” Tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, you apologize to him for hitting and yelling at him. He smiled, replying to you in a low voice, “It’s going to be okay, my empress.” He kisses your cheek a few more times then asks “Shall we train then doll ?” You nod, he wipes your tears and kisses your forehead. You get up, he gets to his feet and gently holds your hand to the bridge. The crew throws super stupid jokes at you as usual and tells you pretty much the same gibberish as your Captain to comfort you. Your hand is still locked in Shanks’ as you stand behind him. You tell him you’re not hungry, he says “Okay, give me a demonstration, sweetheart.”

You released his hand, facing each other as he pulled his sword out of its sheath. His Haki is terrifying, luckily you got used to it, being able to stand but you still have your eyes squinting slightly to stay focused. The crew looks at you, finishing lunch, he's stronger than you but it's still fun to trick him. He manages to make you laugh but suddenly you frown and close your blade. He puts away his sword, already stretching his arms towards you, you cry again. He puts his arm in front of you as you were about to leave. “Don’t cry love, did I hurt you ?!”, you shake your head and he hugs you against him. You cry on his shirt, which is starting to get soaked. You tremble, he hugs you a little tighter to compensate, stroking your hair. The crew goes about its business to leave you alone, you detach yourself from him. He sits down at a chair and holds out his hands for you to sit next to him. You stay standing, he drops his hands on his knees and asks you “What is this really about Y/N ?” You sigh, wiping away your tears as they continue to fall over and over again. You explain to him that now the enemies he will attract are a thousand times worse than you. He then thinks that you are worried about your own safety. But you add, bursting into tears again “I-I’m going to n-not know how to protect you !!!!” He smiles, pulling you by the hands “Ohhhh my goddess.. I love you so much, come here !!!!” He sits you on his lap and holds you against him, his hand in your hair and the other under your t-shirt to rub your back. You're still trembling against him, he looks for the newspaper with the posters and finds yours with his other arm. He kisses your neck at the same time and says “You look beautiful on it, it almost looks like you’ve struck a pose..”, “You can speak Shanks.”

He laughed out loud, his laughter echoing through his ribcage, making you vibrate. He lifts you up with one arm, on his shoulder and takes you to his room then places you on the floor. You watch him grab some tape from his drawer and hang your poster above the headboard. He turns to you, a smile on his face and sits on his bed, his chin in his palm. He tells you more seriously “I don’t need you to protect me, darling. Take care of your own protection and that of your crew, your Captain will do just fine for himself.” You lower your head, he smiles and looks up. He asks you “Are you afraid of losing me ?”, you nod your head like a child. He smiles then grabs your hands “Annnnw, my other half !!! Give me a kiss, come on !!!” You sit on his thigh as he spreads his knees and kisses your cheek, forehead then holds you against him, placing his face in your neck. Making it easier for him to bite your neck, you keep your arms around his shoulders to hold yourself tight. He asks you “Sooo we spend the day together ?”, you accept, he tickles you to make you laugh, making you straddle him so as not to fall. You scream as he doesn’t stop “SHAAAAAANKS AHAHAHAAAA !!! STOP !!!!”, you both laugh. He continues to smile “Okay, okay baby, I’ll stop.” You get off his bed, he tells you to go get dressed to go out. "But ? How ? Besides, I’m already dressed there.”, he laughs “As you wish princess, get ready.”

You leave his room and put on a dress, with flowers, of course so that everyone will look at you, then look for heels in your wardrobe. He comes back to your room, this pirate just has his cape to put on and he is ready to conquer the world. He sits on your bed while you’re still looking for shoes and says “No, please come here, treasure.” You comply, sitting next to him, he guides your legs over his to tie your heels himself. You thank him, he showers you with compliments, his hand in your hair, pinching your cheek, tracing your jaw then your spine. He admires the stains on your neck and asks you “Promise me not to hide them otherwise I’ll do them again.” You smile “Promise.. Captain..”, he gets up and holds your hand then warns his right arm. He takes you to a restaurant, you order then you say to him “Ohh.. Captain, is this a date ??!” He giggles and nods his head then says to you “If you want me… your poor Captain. Idiot and alcoholic.” You smile, not being able to take your eyes off him. As he knows that any woman likes him, he winks at you but slows down on the teasing. Once finished, he pays and offers you his hand again to take you to the funfair. “Enough gifts for you my queen ?”, you nod as he lifted you in his arms all afternoon, you nod as he picked you up in his arms all afternoon. He made you do everything, the rides, the swing, the Ferris wheel, see the fireworks. In the evening, you met your crew on the island who wanted to end the evening in a bar but Shanks refused, to stay with you, which earned him a barrage of jokes about the fact that he couldn't resist you. Which he did not refute. He asks you, turning towards you “Are we going to see the sunset, love ?” You nod, holding his arm, all the way to the beach. He makes you dance on purpose, there is no one on the beach, makes you put your feet in the water, holding your heels in his hand. He looks at you smiling, picks shells, of all colors, from the sand, for you. You don’t know how much he loved this day with you, even more than you. In the evening, he puts your heels back on you, squats down to tie them to your feet. He gets up and you walk in together and hold his arm, while the women's gazes are drawn to you. You lower your head, he realizes it when he stops in front of a florist to ask your opinion. He whispers in your ear, “Beauty, raise your head. You’re the only one I care about.” You nod, he kisses your cheek and asks you what flowers you want but you hesitate. He looks at the seller and asks him to get them in all the colors You pull on his shirt “N-No.. Shanks. .. it's… too much… for me..”, he smiles at you and pays for them then holds them in his hand He filled a huge bag for you, on the road, lots he has. Won, chocolates, roses, candies, tea, ice cream and shells of course. He kisses you on the cheek when you appear elsewhere then caresses your hair “Sweetheart, are we going home ?”

You nod and give him a fake smile, a fake smile that he recognizes immediately. But he doesn't say anything for a few minutes, then covers you with his cape and lifts you off the ground and spins you around in circles. You end up laughing for real and holding on to his shoulders to keep from falling. He keeps you in his arms and holds the other bag in his hand then returns to the ship, with you in his arms “My star, stop being sad !!!!” You smile and rest your head on his shoulder, thanking him for the day. When you go up on deck, the ship is deserted, he places you on the ground and takes you to his bathroom. You sit on the edge of his bathtub, he takes off your heels and places your gifts on his desk. He asks you what pajamas you are wearing, he goes to look for them in your closet with underwear and brings them back to you. He puts down a towel and brings you your favorite soap. He ran you a hot bath, asking you to put your hand in it to check the temperature. He walked out, leaving you to undress and clean yourself. You stay there for about twenty minutes then rinse and dry yourself. You take your hair down and comb it. You put on your pajamas and your panties but when you go out, you find him sitting on his bed, with a box in his hand that has exactly the same dimensions as a wedding ring box. You ignore him as he creates a diversion. “Yes darling, what’s wrong ?”, “I wanted to thank you and tell you that the bathroom is free, if you want..”. He stands up, putting the box in his pocket, embarrassed. He looks at you with your pile of dirty clothes and your support that he brought you just before, you tell him “I sleep without bra Captain, it hurts otherwise..” He scratches his hair and replies “Ah.. ahaha, sorry..”

You smile at him, he watches you go out to put your clothes in the wash then closes the door to his bathroom. When you come back, you are touched, realizing how many things he bought and earned for you. He also turned on the heater in his room and brought your blankets, pillows and everything you need to sleep, especially for you. He showered, you sat in his chair looking at the bag of gifts, opening the prizes etc. He walks out, shirt open, you look away, making him smile. He dries his hair and asks you “Can you sleep here please ?” You say “Y-Yes.. okay..”, he smiles and you add “If that was a question..” He nods his head and answers you “Stay here as long as you want, don’t leave me alone, angel..” You smile at him and get up, going to sit on his bed. He also sits down and holds your hand and then asks you if you liked it and that he will do it again for you often. You look at him, smiling and speaking in a low voice. It's crazy because he attracts lots of women but he doesn't really know how to do it and rightly so, he ignores advances and very rarely dates women, preferring to drink and laugh with his crew. He places his head on your thighs, you stroke his hair, he closes his eyes. Then seeing that he is really going to fall asleep, he gets up a little and signals you to lie down, you do so, he lies down next to you, covering you. He places his hand on your waist, looking at you with half-squinted eyes. He says to you “Cry no more because of me please, just be the love of my life ?”, you nod your head, intimidated. You gesture for him to lie on top of you, resting his cheek against your breasts. He wraps his arms around you and you keep your fingers in his hair, relaxing him.

The next day, he wakes up before you but he is still in the same position. Getting up, he wakes you up, apologizes, takes off his shirt which he puts on gently then covers you, kissing you on the forehead. He showers, gets ready and goes about his business but he’s the one who brings you breakfast in bed.

Two months later, he finally managed to tell you that he was in love with you, stammering and lowering his head like a 5 year old. You found it adorable and since it was mutual, you ended up making it official and getting married with this same little box the size of a wedding ring box.

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This is my second fic sooooo be kind and enjoy - Do not copy or repost anywhere. Republish of course if you like it. I made edits on Tiktok too if you want to check 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Mia proof reading one of Harry’s emails or contracts trying to find something wrong but she can’t and literally making something up just to drive him crazy

"you know," harry says, looking up from his laptop. he's just left a meeting (a really long one that had mia sighing with impatience every few seconds) and now his attention is on his girlfriend who's bouncing on her heels in front of his desk. "working from home literally includes working."

they're both working from home today since they've been snowed in for the past two days. it's still snowing, in fact, and while harry is accustomed to working in his home office, this is new grounds for mia. she's always had to go to her job.

"how can i work when i'm at home?" she says, sighing again. she walks around towards him and hoists herself onto his desk, kicking her legs. "i'm in sweats. how can i concentrate when i'm in sweats?"

"change out of them," harry says.

"but i'm so cold."

"you'd probably work better too if you didn't try to do your job while still in bed."

mia groans. "but how can i resist it?"

harry shuts his laptop and leans back in his seat. mia's eyes shine. "oooh. are you done with work? do you want to--"

"i'm not done with work. i'm taking a 5 minute break to talk to my girlfriend who is still on the clock and not being a very good employee."

"you know what's also not good? capitalism. but you don't know anything about because you're a nepotism child." mia rolls her eyes. she kicks her legs for a little bit and then says, "can i sit in your lap?"

"here i thought you were going to yell at me some more for being a nepo baby."

"you are!"

"i am not denying it." he pats his thigh. "come on."

happily, she jumps off the desk and sits down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "i've missed you."

harry laughs softly when she kisses his face. "you saw me at breakfast, didn't you? and then the four times you wandered into my office just because."

"well i missed you then too."

harry turns his head and kisses her properly. she instantly melts in his arms and kisses him back.

"working from home is hard," she mumbles, breaking away from him to kiss his jaw. "i wanna do this. i don't wanna do work. i wanna kiss."

he places his hands on her hips and tugs her closer. "i know. it's terrible. it's just simply not fair that we cannot go to work in our offices because there's 4 feet of snow outside."

"don't be mean."

"i'm never mean. just honest."

"hate when you say that."

"do you?"

"now you have to make lunch today."

"hey! i made it twice already. it's your turn."

"i can't. i'm too cold. and bored." she lifts her head up. "you know i've done most of my work already. if i do the rest now, it'll be all done by the next hour and then i'll have 5 hours to do nothing! while you'll be at work pretending i don't exist!"

"i'll be working," he reminds her gently. "not ignoring you."

"same thing!"

"i really don't think that's the sa--"

"i have nothing to do!" mia dramatically complains, nuzzling against his warm neck. "i'm gonna stay here now."

harry holds her for a long time just hugging her back, rubbing her shoulders, scratching her scalp. he feels her eyes flutter shut when her eyelashes brush against his neck. he turns his head to kiss her forehead gently.

"you can't fall asleep, baby."

"i can," she mumbles. "and i will."

"you want to help me with my work?"

"i don't understand your job. makes my brain hurt."

"it'll be something you're good at."

slowly, mia lifts her head back up and blinks at him. she rubs her eye and harry holds her face firmly in between his fingers when he kisses her for it. he fucking adores her.

"mm. okay." she slides off his lap and sits back on the desk, waiting for instructions.

"i have this contract that i need you to proofread. my editor has been away on vacation so i have to make sure it's perfect before i send it over to the client."

"okay. i can do that."

harry nods and opens his laptop. he clicks around a bit until he finds the file and then hands over the laptop to her. "it's just 4 pages. take your time. my next meeting isn't for another half hour. get whatever you can done, all right?"

"if i have your laptop, what are you going to use?"

harry gestures to the ipad he's just taken out of his drawer. mia scowls and says, "nepo baby."

he smiles and leans in to kiss her softly. "thank you."

mia works on the contract for a long time. she squints down at it and rereads it several times as harry works on his own things in front of her. she enlarges the text, reads the text from back to front, and frowns deeply at it.

if harry wrote this himself with no editor, then he's actually insane.

because she can't find a single typo, a single spelling error, or a single comma out of place.

the document is perfect.

and it makes her annoyed. a little mad too.

i'll find something, she insists to herself. a mere incorrect semi colon. an extra space after a period. she'll find something!

but the more she drives herself crazy with rereading the conditions written in the contract, the more horrified she is to admit that there are no faults in the document.

harry asks her 15 minutes later, "how does it look?"

mia glances up at him. "fine."

"just fine?"

"mhm." she flexes her fingers. "actually, this third clause in the contract is a run on sentence."

"is it?"

"yeah." she turns the laptop to show him. "see? too many ideas in one sentence. and the roman numerals totally throw you off."

"that's because there are separate conditions in the existing clauses."

"make them all individual sentences."

harry hesitates. "in legal writing, it's best to use the roman numerals. especially for conditions."

mia shrugs. "fine. if you're okay with an confusing document."

"confusing, is it?"

no, mia thinks to herself. this is like the most perfect contract i've ever seen in my life. "i mean it's good. but this change would make it better."

"i think... i think i'll leave it."

"fine. you also spelled your name wrong."

"what?"

she scrolls all the way up. "see? you wrote harty styles instead of harry styles."

"i did not! you changed that!"

"i didn't. i just can't believe you don't know how to spell your own name." she clicks her tongue. "sad."

harry raises his eyebrows in disbelief and then laughs. he leans forward and takes the laptop from her, shutting the top and setting it aside. once his ipad is secured beside her, he stands and leans down on the desk. he kisses her quickly, holding her hips firm against his.

"not a single mistake, hm?" he teases, tilting his head to kiss her over and over. she whines and grabs his collar, kissing him back.

"not a single one," she complains, kissing down his neck swiftly, all the way down to his collarbones as he throws his head back and laughs softly.

"just for that, you should be the one making lunch."

she whines again, wrapping her arms around his hips to make sure he doesn't move. "take a break. please. let's go to our room."

harry peeks at the clock. "my next meeting is in barely 3 minutes, baby."

"i can't wait that long!"

he smiles and gently pries her off of him. he holds her face and says, "you'll survive." he fixes his hair and collar and then sits back down opening his laptop again.

he's instantly focused on his work again while makes mia growl and kick her legs, irritated.

he glances at her. "it's only twenty minutes."

"that's so long!"

"i'm sure you can find something to do in those twenty minutes. like your job."

mia crosses her arms and hops off his desk. she goes to head out the door, but suddenly pauses. she waits until harry is logged into his meeting to crawl under his desk and smile all innocently at him.

"mia." he says it warningly, but also breathlessly. she's certainly not imagining he way he parts his thighs to let her in between them.

"you said to make myself busy."

when harry greets his employees, mia reaches for his belt, undoing it silently.

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