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piedinthepiper · 6 months

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You owe me ☆

Mafia!Jungkook x psychologist!reader

Summary: It’s your job to help people, but is he really suffering? At least it’s a case of the crazy and obsessive syndrome.

Warnings: yandere!Jungkook, dub con, guilt tripping, description of murder and crime, mention of stalking, cursing, weapons (one singular gun), mention of male masturbation, descriptive smut, probably wrong use of psychological terms (oopsie)

Wc: 6.9k

A/n: This is my first post on my bts fic blog! If you like it please show your support! Don’t be a silent reader! My requests are open, share your ideas!

Disclaimer: This is 100% fiction. I am in no way saying that this is how any member of bts would act. Nor do I condone the actions detailed in the story. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. If any of the warnings trigger you, or you’re under 18 ¡do not read! I’m not your mother, and I don’t take any accountability for what you decide to read online!

Another disclaimer: I am not a licensed psychologist! Everything related to psychology in this fic is off Google, do not use this to diagnose yourself or anyone else!

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He clutched the gun close to his chest. Hiding it under his pyjamas. His fathers words ringing in the back of his mind. “Your brother is too soft for this industry, but you son, you’re my perfect descendant.”

He walked into his family’s suite. It was dark, except for one light in the living room. His mother sat there head propped up on her hand reading a book.

“What are you doing up so late, baby?”

She asked, putting the book down in her lap and taking off her reading glasses. He looked over at the white sofa placed next to the large windows. His brother was sleeping there peacefully. Not aware of his presence.

“I let your brother sleep in the living room tonight. His nightmares have returned.”

She continued when he didn’t answer her. He slowly turned his eyes towards his mother again.

“Weak.”

He answered lowly. Her look turned concerned.

“Is something wrong, baby?

His eyes continued to stare at her. He didn’t move a muscle, not yet.

“You know I don’t like it when you look at me like that.”

She continued when he yet again didn’t answer. There was a sturdiness to her voice now. The kind of sturdiness mothers have before scolding you. He started smiling. Not in a sweet innocent way. Not in the way 11 year olds should. But in a sinister and dark way. His hand moved out of his pyjamas top. She looked at the object in his hand.

“Drop that gun right now, Jungkook!”

A scream. Three shots. And silence.

15 years later

“Your patient is here.”

Your assistant, Erin, said through the slightly ajar door to your office. You looked up from your lunch. Quickly glancing over at the stationary computer to check the time.

“I don’t have an appointment. Not in another thirty minutes.”

Erin looked back to the waiting room before slowly stepping inside the office. Closing the door quietly behind her. She walked closer to you.

“He’s been sitting here for an hour already. I told him his appointment wasn’t until 1 pm. He just said ‘I know’ and sat down.”

She hurriedly whispered afraid of whoever was sitting out there.

“Please, Erin. Don’t act like he’s crazy. Send him in, I’ll eat later.”

She gave you a look before holding up two fingers. The signal that the two of you created. Working as a psychologist you meet with all sorts of people. Even criminals. The signal signalised that she would call the police if you hit the button that called directly to the front desk.

“Stop it, there will be no need to call the police. He’s harmless.”

“If you say so.”

She shrugged and walked out the door. The next time it opened a familiar figure entered.

“Good afternoon, Doctor.”

“You’re early Mr. Jeon.”

You had been treating Jungkook Jeon for a little over a month now. And you had come to the conclusion that he had PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder. After he had witnessed a series of murders and crimes during his childhood. He was vague about the past, but a few things came out here and there. You only knew about his absent father and that his brother and mother had both been killed. No description of how or when. Which is common at first. It’s hard to re-live your trauma.

“I’m sorry I disturbed your lunch. Just eat, I don’t mind.”

He said as he sat down in the white sofa across your desk. You gave him a small smile as you reached into your drawer.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll eat after our session.”

You said as you fished his file up and opened it on you desk. You quickly read your notes from the last session as you continued talking.

“How are you doing? Still having nightmares?”

You looked up from the file maintaining eye contact as he answered your question.

“Sometimes, but not as often as before. I dream of you instead now.”

His eyes never left yours as he bit his lip, playing with his piercing he had there. You nodded.

“How often do you dream about me? And what are the dreams about?”

You asked as you scribbled it down in your notes.

“Every now and then they occur. Especially after our sessions. Or after I read your books. You’re a good writer Dr. y/l/n.”

He started smiling. His smile wasn’t sweet, it was different from how he had smiled at you before.

“As for what they’re about, I don’t think you’d want to know, Doctor.”

You tried concealing your confusion at his last statement. Curiosity taking over you.

“Dreaming about people you frequently surround yourself with is not uncommon. If you don’t like to talk about it we don’t have to. I would just like to know if they’re good or bad dreams.”

He nodded, still not breaking his smile nor the eye contact.

“Oh they’re good, Doctor. Don’t worry.”

You smiled back at him.

“That’s good to know. I’m glad to hear your nightmares are slowly being changed with good dreams.”

It went silent for a moment as you wrote down the good news. When you looked up again he wasn’t looking at you anymore, and for some reason you felt relived. His eyes were big and doe like, and when they focused on you for too long you would sometimes feel uneasy. You wondered so what those eyes had experiences in the past.

“What about your sudden outbreaks, are you able to control your anger better?”

He focused on you again the second he heard your voice. His smile returned.

“Sort of, I’ve been letting out the aggression in the gym, after you adviced me to try to stay active. I’ve started boxing.”

You smiled and nodded, writing down boxing in your notes.

“That’s good to hear. It seems that you’re getting better Mr. Jeon, much b-“

“Jungkook, call me Jungkook.”

He interrupted. You stopped and looked at him for a second.

“And no, I’m not cured. I still need you.”

You slowly nodded.

“Well there is no cure for your diagnosis, it’s a matter of being at peace with living with it. But I can understand that you still have things you would want to talk about. Maybe you would like to open up to me about your past?”

The room grew quiet. His eyes now focused on his hands in his lap. His demeanour changed completely.

“I have told you about my past. If I didn’t you wouldn’t have been able to diagnose me in the first place.”

He answered with a bit of underlaying annoyance. You sighed. Something felt off, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“You have told me some parts yes. If you want to go more in detail you can, I’m not forcing you. As your psychologist I would advise talking about it with me. It could be nice to have an outsiders perspective.”

You said in a soft tone. Trying to get your point across at the same time as being gentle. You didn’t want him to feel pressured or as if he had to say anything. When he didn’t open his mouth you understood you crossed his personal line of what he feels fit for you to know. You spoke after almost a minute with silence.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to. You can think about-“

“You’re a smart one.”

He interrupted you again. His eyes raised to meet yours.

“That’s why I like you. You know to some extent what is going on inside my head. I could never do that. I never know what is going on inside your head. If you think I’m weak or even crazy.”

“I don’t think you’re crazy nor weak. It’s not your job to know what is going on inside my head. But it is my job to know what’s going on inside yours.”

He nodded before patting the sofa seat beside him.

“Come here.”

He simply said. You don’t know why, but you had a bad feeling in your stomach. He was acting differently today, compared to other sessions. Either way you got up from your chair, knowing that doing what he said would get you an insight of what you wanted to know. You slowly walked around your desk and sat down in the small sofa next to him. You crossed your legs trying your best not to get too close to him, but he seemed to man spread even more. Making your thighs touch. You placed your notebook in your lap, ready to write down exactly what he told you. He took a hold of your wrist.

“You’re not writing this down, Doctor. I need your full attention.”

It was the first time he had touched you, beside the first time you met when you shook hands. It made you think that you usually never have any sort of physical contact with your patients. Maybe that’s exactly what they need. What he needs to open up to you. You put your notebook down, and continued holding his hand. He looked down at your hands intertwining. Your smooth small hand was a sharp contrast to his bigger tattooed one.

“Tell me whatever you feel comfortable with telling me.”

You said to get his attention back to reality. He went quiet for a few seconds.

“I grew up in a hotel. It was a nice hotel, four stars, good breakfast. My father was almost never home, I didn’t mind though. I had my mother and my brother there. It was perfect in the beginning.”

He stopped. You looked down at his hand, it was shaking. You started drawing small circles at the back of his hand. Trying to calm him down. He looked down at your hands again.

“One night when I was sleeping I was woken up by a loud bang. The door to our home was broken down. A man entered and started shooting. My brother was still sleeping on the sofa and died instantly. My mother reached her gun and shot the man in the shoulder.”

He looked into your eyes.

“But he shot her in the head.”

You nodded, looking down at the floor. You knew he was looking at you, but you couldn’t meet his eyes in that moment.

“Did you find out who that man was? Why he would do such a thing.”

He went quiet again at your question. His grip on your hand tightened, as if what he was going to say would make you pull away.

“He was a mobster. Like my father. After the incident he trained me as the next leader of his group. I was 11.”

You looked at him. His childhood was worse than you thought, but he wasn’t saying all this as if it was a traumatic experience. It seemed like he was bragging about it. You would have to go through your notes and his file after work to see if there was something you were missing about him. You couldn’t jump to conclusions just yet.

“Thank you for telling me.”

You smiled at him. He looked back at you with those big eyes. You looked at the watch on your wrist. The session was over.

“Look at the time.”

You were about to let go of his hand to get up from the sofa. But he grabbed you harder. Forcing you to sit still.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon. But our session is over-“

“I’ve told you to call me Jungkook.”

“Jungkook, I have other patients today as well. We can continue this next week.”

You tried to assure him. He still didn’t let go.

“I’ve never told anyone about this, and you decide to end the session this quickly?”

You grabbed his hand with your other hand as well.

“You know I usually don’t end sessions like this. But I can’t let my other patients wait. You’re free to sit in the waiting room for as long as you want to.”

He frowned at your comment, but relaxed his hand nonetheless. You got off the sofa and walked to your desk again. Before you could say anything else he got up from the sofa and hastily walked out the door. Slamming it shut behind him.

You had two more patients that day. You waved goodbye to your last patient of the day, a young girl named Olive Thomson who was suffering from severe anxiety, as she walked through the door. You got up from your chair and collected your things. You turned off the computer and the light. You made sure to lock the door as you always do. The only thing you had to do now was say goodbye to Erin by the front desk, and you could go home. You walked into the waiting room.

“Finally.”

You turned to find the owner of the voice, as it was clearly not Erin’s.

“Mr. Jeon what are you doing here?”

You asked as you looked at the man seated in one of the waiting chairs.

“I told him he had to leave, I promise.”

You heard Erin whisper behind you.

“You said I could sit here for as long as I wanted to, Doctor. And please, just call me Jungkook.”

He was clearly upset. You remembered your words from earlier, but you didn’t think he would spend almost four hours just sitting there.

“I did, you’re right. I’m leaving now, Erin will be here for another two hours. But after that we’re closed.”

He got up from the chair.

“I was waiting for you.”

He simply said.

“I’m sorry our session ended so brutally, but I promise we’ll talk about it next week.”

You said and patted his shoulder as you walked past him towards the exit.

“Goodbye, Erin!”

You said as you made your way outside. The wind was cold and you clutched your coat closer to you as you walked towards your car.

“The least you can do is eat with me.”

He had followed you outside. You turned to look at him.

“I’m not that hungry, I just want to go home.”

You was going to open your car door, but his hand suddenly blocked the door. You were about to cuss him out. Tired of his antics.

“You haven’t eaten all day, I hardly doubt that one bite you had for lunch filled you up.”

He sounded threatening, something he had started to do recently.

“I just want to hear your thoughts on what I said. Don’t you think you owe me that? Or do I have to wait a week and dread finding out your opinion of me?”

He was desperate, you could see it. What he was saying was true. He would walk around overthinking for the next week and his health could worsen. You had to take action according to your diagnosis.

“Ok, I’ll eat with you.”

The two of you were sitting at some restaurant. The lights were low and to everyone around you, the two of you looked like a couple on a date. This was obviously not something you would do with your patients, you like to keep things professional. Something about this whole situation felt anything but professional.

“Get whatever you want, my treat.”

He said deeply focused on the menu. You shook your head.

“No thank you, I can pay for my own food.”

You answered.

“I’m the one responsible for you not being able to eat your lunch right? You owe me this meeting and I owe you food. Two birds with one stone.”

You sighed when you didn’t have a rebuttal. The two of you ordered, and the silence grew more and more awkward.

“I’m sorry again, Mr. Jeon I’m-“

“Jungkook. Please y/n! Just call me Jungkook!”

He was clearly upset now. You were a bit taken aback from the sudden use of your first name. He had never called you by your first name before. And the feeling of the professionalism fading away became more apparent.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to remember your request.”

“Say it. Say my name.”

For some reason you didn’t feel like you had it in you. It felt so strange to call a patient by their name, the same way it felt weird to be called your name by a patient.

“Jungkook.”

You managed to get it out, but you couldn’t look him in the eye saying it. The food luckily came quickly, you were starving. Plus it saved you from whatever he was going to answer. You decided to take the lead. Wanting to stay on track for the actual reason you said yes to join him.

“You said your father was a mobster. Do you know if he’s still living that lifestyle? Do you have any contact with him?”

You asked after taking a big bite of your pasta. Jungkook swallowed before answering your question.

“My father is dead. He’s been dead for 7 years now.”

A question came to mind, but you didn’t know if you dared ask him. You remember he said his father trained him to the life of crime at a young age. For him to take over his fathers legacy. With his father gone he would be next in line to whatever group his father had built. He got the image. Tattoos, piercings, the black clothes. But you couldn’t imagine him being a mafia boss. Maybe it was some sort of stereotype that strong, tough men don’t go to the psychologist. But you were starting to rethink his intentions.

“You’re thinking about something.”

You looked up from your food. He was staring at you.

“Look at you, you do have the ability to understand my mind.”

You said lightheartedly. He chuckled.

“I think you’re brave. Not many people survive the kind of neglect and trauma you’ve experienced in your childhood.”

You said, trying to give him an answer for his entire life story. He nodded and suddenly reached for your hand across the table. You jumped, but didn’t remove your hand. You didn’t want to make a scene with this many people around.

“I’m fine, y/n. I think the only cure I need is you.”

His statement combined with his eyes staring into your soul, gave you chills down your back. Something was off about him. You had to ask. You just had to.

“When your father died, did you…?”

He smiled. The same sinister smile he smiled at you earlier that day.

“I did. I took over his legacy. Me and my father were actually great friends the years before he died. Not that I cared for him. I don’t think I’ve ever cared for anyone in my entire life.”

Another shot of chills froze your body at his statement. You had overlooked it this entire time. His calm demeanour, his tendency to physically violence, his intelligence and charisma and now his lack of empathy. He didn’t suffer from PTSD, he had been lying this entire time.

“At least not until I met you.”

He interrupted your thoughts. You pulled your hand out of his quickly. You took a deep breath trying to compose yourself.

“That’s nonsense. You must’ve cared for your mother.”

He shrugged.

“Not really, she wasn’t exactly the best mother.”

“You don’t really have those nightmares do you?”

You asked, looking at him. It took him a few seconds to answer. Probably contemplating if he should continue his lies or tell the truth.

“I don’t.”

“You didn’t really have a problem with your mother or brother dying either right?”

He let out a small laugh.

“I just told you.”

“Just answer me.”

He poked his tongue into his cheek and leaned forward onto the table.

“What is this? Are you trying to diagnose me, Doctor?”

He said mockingly.

“Answer me.”

You commanded. He sighed and started smiling at you again.

“Everyone has to die at some point. Doesn’t matter when or how.”

You nodded. Your instinct was true.

“You don’t have PTSD, you have ASPD.”

He licked his lips and cocked his head.

“And what does that mean, Doctor?”

“You’re a sociopath.”

He looked taken aback from your bluntness for a second. He probably wasn’t expecting you to crack his code.

“You’ve lied this entire time for your own personal gain. I must admit your acting was really good. But my question is, what do you want?”

He was quiet for a second. You knew he was fighting a war on the inside.

“I really underestimated you y/n. I knew you were smart, but personally I don’t think PhDs make a person smart by default. You’ve really proven yourself to me.”

“My efforts were not made to impress you. You think too highly of yourself Mr. Jeon.”

His gaze switched, you had aggravated him. Not only by calling him by his last name, but by attacking his self image.

“Why don’t you come home with me, we can continue our conversation there.”

You shook your head, and arranged the cutlery neatly by the side of your half empty plate.

“I do not go home with patients, and I definitely do not go home with mobsters. You have already challenged my professionalism by taking me out to eat.”

He smirked.

“What if I stop being your patient? In all honesty I don’t really need your advice, Doctor.”

You grabbed your bag and got up from your seat.

“In all honesty I think you do. We will continue this conversation in my office next week. Good night Mr. Jeon.”

With that you walked away from the table. Not looking back.

The next few days you were on edge. Constantly overthinking everything that had happened that day with Jungkook. You almost wanted to call in sick. Terrified of what would happen next. But regardless of that you had to continue working. You couldn’t let your other patients get affected by whatever was going on with you. You said goodbye to Mrs. Humphrey. An elderly woman that had fallen into depression after her husband had passed. Once the door closed you fetched your lunch out of your bag. You didn’t feel like eating, but you knew you had to. If not your energy would be drained at the end of the day. After the first bite you started hearing noises outside. Erin was almost yelling outside your door. You stood up, wanting to investigate what the commotion was. Before you could take one step the door swung open. And there he stood, your nightmare for the last couple of days.

“I told him you were busy, Dr. y/l/n! I told him he couldn’t enter!”

Erin said hopelessly behind him. He was soaking wet from the rain. His hair plastered itself to his forehead. And his black shirt did the same to his abdomen. He didn’t move, he was just staring at you with a furious look in his eyes.

“It’s fine, Erin. I’ll handle this.”

Erin looked at Jungkook worriedly before looking back to you. She held up two fingers. You nodded, and she left.

“Sit.”

You said, as you yourself sat down behind your desk. He closed the door behind him, but didn’t sit down. He continued to lure near the door.

“You interrupt my lunch again, I don’t want this to become a habit.”

“Please, spear me the bullshit.”

He said, and you went quiet. Wanting him to say whatever he came here for.

“How did you do it?”

He said after some time. You looked confused at him. Not understanding what he was referring to.

“Did what?”

You asked in almost a sharp tone. You were annoyed. He let out a small laugh, it almost sounded like a sneer.

“You’re cute when you’re angry with me.”

He started slowly walking towards you.

“But I need to know how you did it, y/n.”

He stopped once he reached the end of your desk. You looked up at him.

“What did I do?”

You ask again. He puts his palms on the table and lean closer to you. You don’t move, trying to prove to him and yourself that you’re not scared.

“You figured out a side of me I never understood I had. If I, the person that’s bearing this disease didn’t know. How come you knew?”

You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms. He was clearly distressed. Maybe even more than what you had been for the last days. And for some reason it pleased you.

“I told you, this is what I do. This is my job.”

You could tell he was conflicted in what to do next. You could practically see the way the wheels were turning inside his head. But eventually he sat down.

“I studied the human mind for six years to be able to understand things not even you are aware of.”

He scowled at you as you talked to him in a harsh tone.

“I’ve done research, and I’ve written books about this, that you have read may I add. What made you think that I wasn’t capable?”

He didn’t answer. The two of you just stared at each other.

“This is not a session, I demand answers, Jungkook.”

His eyes lit up when he heard his name fall off your tongue.

“Like I said, I underestimated you.”

He answered short.

“You didn’t answer my other question.”

You stated. He looked confused at you.

“The question from the other night. What do you want?”

He started laughing. You did not find it funny, and watched him as his fit of laughter died down.

“Y/n, you can’t be serious! You’re telling me that you were able to diagnose me with some bullshit, while I was pretending to be something else. But you’re not able to see the fact that I want you.”

The room got quiet. For the first time in a long time you felt completely speechless. He moved to get up from the sofa, but stopped the second he saw you roll your chair further away from him. He could tell you were afraid now, there was no point in acting tough.

“Come here.”

He said with a smirk and patted his thigh this time. There was still fight in you though.

“You’re disgusting.”

You uttered. He sneered at your comment.

“You’ve exploited me for your own satisfaction this entire time.”

You looked strictly at him, as he sighed.

“What was I supposed to do? You’re constantly on my mind. Day and night. And it’s awful!”

“That’s called an obsession.”

“I know what it’s called!”

He bit back. You went quiet, waiting for him to give you more information.

“The only way I can get a break is after i come to the thought of you. It usually takes around three times until I’m too tired to think of you.”

You couldn’t hide your disgust from your facial expression anymore. Looking at him as if he was a rat on the street.

“And then I thought if that helps, the real deal would help even more.”

He got up from the sofa now. You stayed seated, your hand slowly moving across your desk towards the telephone.

“I need you, y/n.”

You broke eye contact and looked down to hit the right number for the front desk. Jungkook quickly understood what happened and pushed the stationary phone off the desk. It fell to the floor with a bang, breaking it on impact. You got up quickly, wanting to distance yourself from him.

“How did you know? About the phone, about me. We never met before our sessions. Why? I don’t understand.”

You blurted out in pure stress of the situation. He smiled as he started walking towards the side of the desk. You walked the other way, wanting to keep the desk between the two of you. He chuckled.

“You’re cute when you’re confused too.”

You continued walking backwards. Trying to keep as much distance from him, while he tries to close it.

“I’ve followed you for a long time, baby. A very long time.”

The two of you had walked an entire round around the desk now. He jumped down onto the sofa again. His hand gracing the sofa cushions beside him.

“Do you want to know the full story?”

You knew what he was hinting at. Your entire body was screaming not to get anywhere near him. But you needed to know. He didn’t have anything to hold back now, you were certain he would tell you the truth. So you walked towards the sofa, carefully sitting down beside him. You took a second to compose yourself before looking at him. Signalising that’s you were ready. He smiled.

“I have known you since we both were children. Your father was my brothers shrink. He´s the one that had PTSD. I saw you for the first time in the hotel lobby after your father had finished his session with my brother. You were maybe 6 and sat there for so long, waiting for your father to return. When I saw you, I knew we were meant to be. We were soulmates. And for the first time in my life I felt something for someone.”

He grabbed your hand. You quickly out of reflex tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip. He tugged your hand harshly towards him and your entire upper body followed. Without your hand to catch you, you fell straight into his chest. His other hand sneaked around your waist as you composed yourself.

“Let me go.”

You said annoyed, placing your hand on his chest to keep a distance.

“If you want to hear the rest, you have to play by my rules, baby.”

His eyes focused on your lips as he whispered to you. You shook your head.

“I don’t need to know the rest. I can make out the sob story on my own. Boy falls in love, boy doesn’t get girl.”

He shook his head and let go of your waist. You quickly sat back up, brushing off imaginary dust from your lap.

“You should show me some respect.”

He said with a serious tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your eyebrows.

“I’m not scared of you.”

He chuckled at your comment, placing his hand around the back of the sofa.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me either. I just think that you should show the man you owe your life to some respect.”

He touched your shoulder, drawing small circles on your jumper.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

He smirked.

“Oh, but you do. I made you the person you are today. Without me you wouldn’t be here.”

You sighed tiredly at him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

You got up from your seat and walked back to your desk. Starting to pack up your stuff. You were so done with him. He needed help, but you would no longer treat him. You decided as much.

“I need to get out of here, if you’re not gone when I’m back I’ll call the police.”

You put your bag over your shoulder, ready to walk away.

“How did you get into Yale, Doctor?”

He asked out of the blue. You stopped in your tracks.

“What? Why?”

He shrugged.

“Just seems so weird that someone with your grades would be able to attend any Ivy League school. Don’t you agree?”

You went quiet. Not knowing where he wanted this conversation to go.

“And don’t you think it’s weird how you always got A’s even when you were out partying instead of studying?”

You thought back to the years when you were studying. You originally did only apply to Yale just because your father went there. You didn’t think you actually was going to make it, because your grades were mediocre.

“What are you saying?”

“You have no idea how many people I had to blackmail to get you there. How many men I had follow you constantly. How many professors I had to bribe to make them give you a good grade. I’ve spent millions on you, y/n!”

Your mind was racing. You didn’t understand anything. Was your entire life a lie?

“I have to give it to you. Your first book made it without my help. But when you came out with your second book, and it wasn’t a success right away. I bought almost half the copies and payed a hefty amount of money to make it a New York Times best seller.”

You dropped your bag in awe. What he was saying made a lot of sense. You started rethinking every significant moment in your life. Wondering if he was behind it all. He got up from his seat and started moving towards you. But this time you didn’t step back. You let him come close to you.

“I’ve done so much for you, baby. Why are you so ungrateful?”

You looked up at him. He was now standing right in front of you. So close that you could almost feel his breath on your skin.

“I didn’t ask you to do any of this. You can’t keep me in debt for something I-“

You struggled with continuing the sentence. The reality of his words hit you, and your tears threatened to spill.

“It’s ok, baby. I’m not asking for much, considering what I’ve given you.”

He whispered calmly. His hands found your waist. He took one step closer to you and placed his forehead against yours.

“All I want is you, right here on this sofa, showing me how grateful you are.”

You couldn’t hold your tears in anymore, letting them slowly drip down your cheeks. One of his hands abandoned your waist to wipe away the hot tears on your cheek. You looked into his eyes as he continued to hold your face.

“If I do it, will you leave me alone?”

His eyes focus on your lips and how close you were. He had never been this close to you.

“I can never leave you. You’re my soulmate.”

He simply answered. You looked down at the floor.

“Jungkook, you’re delusional. You have to stop.”

“How can I stop? Huh? You’re the only one that matters in my life!”

You continued looking at the floor, even when he pushed himself off you in his fit of rage.

“I fucking love you!”

You shook your head, looking up at him this time.

“You don’t love me! You don’t even know me! You’ve created this illusion in your head that we are meant to be, but we’re not!”

You yelled back at him angrily.

“You’ve interfered in my life when I didn’t ask you to! You don’t have the right to do that!”

“And where would you be without me?”

He argued back.

“You act like you don’t care! But you know that without my help you wouldn’t be anything. You would’ve been a nobody.”

His words stung. What he was saying was the truth. The hard truth. You would have never made it to college. Never gotten this job. Never been a successful author. Never followed in your fathers footsteps and made him proud. You heard Jungkook sigh.

“I’m sorry baby, but it’s the truth.”

He said dejectedly. You took a deep breath. Realising what you had to do.

“I’ll do it.”

You simply said and met his eyes.

“I’ll have sex with you once, but after this I need you to stop.”

“Baby-“

“Listen to me! I’ll find you another psychologist. I want you to go to there and get help. When your treatment is over-“

You stopped for a second. Contemplating if you wanted to commit to the promise you were about to make.

“I’ll meet you again. To talk. I can’t promise you more than that.”

His eyes lit up and he swiftly lifted you in a hug. Letting out small sounds of excitement and shaking you around a little. You couldn’t help but smile at his boyish action. After a moment he put you down again, but continued to hold your waist.

“I’ll do whatever you say, baby. I’ll do anything for you.”

Your hands found his strong chest. You kept the eye contact, but your eyes couldn’t help but flick down to his lips for a split second. And that’s all he needed to kiss you. It started slow, but quickly got hotter. Your hands slid around his neck, unconsciously pulling him deeper into the kiss. He stepped backwards. You were taken aback by the sudden movement, but followed his lead. He guided the two of you to the sofa. The same sofa he had sat in every time he came to your sessions. He broke the kiss to jump down on the sofa. He looked up at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. He had been waiting for this for many years, and finally he had you. He reached out for you as you straddled his lap, feeling his already hard cock between the fabric of your trousers. His hands moved down to your ass. Grabbing it the second he had a chance, and letting out a satisfied groan. You reached down to the hem of your top and pulled it off.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

He said with half lidded eyes as he watched your bare skin. You smirked at his comment and reached for his shirt as well. He lifted his back off the sofa to help you get it off. Once it was off you started examining his tattoos. Tracing his arm with your finger all the way up to his shoulder. You stopped once you saw the little circular scar. Your entire body froze as you remembered his words from your last session. “My mother reached her gun and shot the man in the shoulder. But he shot her in the head.”. He looked at you confused for a second, before he looked at his shoulder where your eyes were glued. He understood what you were thinking.

“You killed your family.”

You said and looked back at him. He was already shaking his head.

“The man was you. You killed them.”

You tried to get up from his lap, suddenly scared of the killer you were straddling. But he held you down with a strong grip.

“Baby calm down, let me explain.”

You continued to struggle. Not listening to his words.

“Y/n!”

He suddenly screamed. Getting your attention. He sighed.

“I didn’t kill them.”

“I don’t fucking believe you.”

You started struggling again, now hitting his chest as well. He quickly flipped the two of you. Pushing you down onto the sofa with his own body weight. Holding your wrists harshly.

“So what if I killed them? It doesn’t take away from the fact that you still owe me this!”

He looked dangerous on top of you like that. A single tear fell down the side of your cheek. He was right yet again. He kissed you tenderly. It was a sharp contrast to the tone in his voice.

“You still owe me your body.”

He started kissing down your neck. Eagerly taking one of your boobs in his hand. His crotch grinded against you for a second before you heard him curse under his breath.

“I’ll have to taste you another time. I can’t fucking wait any longer to be inside you.”

He started working on your jeans. Ripping them off in a hasty speed together with your panties. He quickly loosened his belt and repeated the action on himself. His cock sprung free, but you weren’t able to look at it for more than a second before he lifted your legs over his shoulders and pushed into you. The two of you moaned in unison. He was big, but he took little to no time for you to adjust, as he started thrusting into you with brutal force.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

He moaned, stopping his motion to spit on your pussy. Using it as lubricant. He continued quickly after. Moans and heavy breathing filled your office as the two of you strived to reach your orgasms. He reached down and started rubbing your clit. Almost overstimulating you.

“I’ve waited for this for so long, baby. You feel better than I ever imagined.”

You felt a familiar knot building in your lower stomach. The rapid speed of his hands and the stretching of his cock making you come closer to release quicker than ever.

“I need to come inside you. I need to fill you up, baby.”

You nodded. Not knowing or caring what you said yes to. You were already on cloud nine and needed him to continue whatever he was doing.

“Say my name.”

You understood he was close, and you were too.

“Jungkook!”

You moaned as your orgasm washed over you. You legs clenched around him, and your hands found his arms. Digging your nails into his skin. He came the second he heard his name escape your mouth. He let you ride out your orgasm, before he fell on top of you. You felt his breath go back to normal as he nuzzled into your neck. The two of you laid there in serenity for a while. Just feeling each others heartbeats and listening to each others breathing.

He would do as you told him. He would go see someone. He would do whatever it took to have you like that again. He would never let you go. You owed him this after all.

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buckys-little-belle · 2 months

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Hi!! I love your story’s and am always looking for little and daddy Bucky story’s!! I was wondering if you could do insecure reader who’s bigger. She has bigger thighs a bigger tummy and face. Could you do reader is scared to sit on buckys lap or for him to pick her up and carry her around the house. She’s too scared she’s heavy and will crush him and his legs. or that he will drop her because she’s too big. She also never cuddles and sleeps with him in his room always sleeping in her room after he puts her to bed because she’s scared about her breathing or how she sleeps.

Bucky gets her to tell him why and then comfort. Just fluff fluff fluff. If your not comfortable writing this I totally understand!!! If you do could you ad paci use? Thank you!!! Sorry for the rambling…

Strongest Man Alive

Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized!Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns Used)

Notes - This is not my best work, and has been in my drafts for MONTHS, it's something cute, and a little angsty at the beginning, but it does get super fluffy at the end. It's a little bit different than my usual writting style, so I apologize for that, but I do hope you like it and if not I'm so sorry! I hope I did this ask justice, and I hope everyone is having a good week!!! <3

Warnings - Talks of reader being self conscious for being 'bigger', kept very vague as she uses the words "heavy" and "squishy" to describe her body type instead of more concrete descriptions, the use of a pacifier is very brief as it's something I'm not used to writing, though I would be willing to continue, mentions of reader eating food "snacks" and "sandwich" though never specified, FLUFF at the end, but there is a moment of angst, I DON'T KNOW IF THIS IS A COHEARANT STORY, it's from the drafts and I gave it a once over and I think it's 'good enough' so I apologize if it's terrible <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Y/n often spent their time at the Avengers tower sitting, standing, lingering around Bucky Barnes. It wasn't on purpose, the man just seemed to be the other half of some magnet imbedded deep in Y/n's heart. He just had some ability to pull her towards him.

Maybe it was the way he cut her sandwiches into perfect triangles, or the way his hand always found hers when she got scared. Maybe it was the way he seemed to be reserved around anyone but her that made her feel so connected to him.

He never sulked but always seemed to walk around with a frown stuck on his face, only ever changing it to a smile when she walked by his office or stopped by his room.

As much as Y/n felt like she was pulled to him, Bucky felt it multiplied by 100. His hands always aching to hold hers, his chest always feeling heavy when he began to think about her needing something and him not being around to help her.

The whole tower knew about Y/n's regression. Wanda and Peter often joined in, hanging out in little space and colouring in books Tony had provided, watching whatever new animated movie had just come out and sleeping over in makeshift tents in the living room.

Often other Avengers would help supervise activities, Steve loved playing action fighters in the common areas, Nat loved cuddle puddle on the couch, and Thor was always ready for a park day. Bucky on the other hand liked to stay in the shadows, buying stickers for the group of littles, making them lunch and dropping it off.

Bucky only stuck around if Y/n asked him to hang out with her. "Bucky can you hold my hand?" She had asked him when at the park, he of course grabbed her hand and helped her up the jungle gym.

"Bucky can you open this please?" She had whispered during a movie, her baggie full of snacks too difficult to manage on her own. He opened the baggie and held it in his own grasp, handing her a piece of candy anytime she had finished the previous one.

"Bucky will you colour with me?" She had yelled her ask one day when he was passing by the kitchen, Y/n sat at the island with markers scattered across the marble. He silently sat down and diligently coloured the page she had given him, helping her chase markers that had fallen.

He knew she was comfortable asking for what she wanted, and he knew she wasn't afraid of him ... so, it made his chest tighten every time she asked him to grab something from the top shelf instead of asking to be lifted like Wanda and Peter often asked.

He also felt off every time a little would come running out of their room after a nightmare, rushing into someone's room for a cuddle, yet Y/n's door never opened and neither did his.

Bucky was sure it was his fault she didn't seek him out for cuddles, he thought he had done something wrong when she never asked for a hug. Was it his arm? Was she scared he would turn on her? He couldn't figure it out.

That is until he realised she never asked anyone for a cuddle, or a hug. Nat, Wanda, and Peter would be all comfy on the couch and Y/n would be sat on the chair, a small frown on her face yet she never tried to find a spot next to her friends. And when she scraped her knee on the playground she declined Thor's offer of a "healing" hug.

"Y/n?" His voice was quiet but direct as he called out into the playroom, Y/n sat on the softly coloured rug, her stuffed animals scattered about.

"Hi Bucky!" She smiled, her pacifier tumbling out of her mouth and onto the ground.

"Hi." He sat down across from her, quickly pocketing the fallen pacifier before sought out the, now, dirty thing. "What are you playing?" His hands brushed a stuffed teddy, Y/n tilting her head in confusion as she looked around her.

"'m just dressen 'm up." She smiled at him, grabbing a stuffed unicorn and brushing it's fur back into place, shuffling closer to Bucky as she gathered a few other stuffed animals.

The moment her knees hit his she shifted back, so Bucky shifted his towards her again. Like clockwork she moved and left a small gap between them. "Y/n?"

"Mhm." She looked back at him, her smile one he could easily read through.

"Am I scary?" He asked calmly, not once loosing eye contact as she shook her head 'no'. "Do I smell?" He asked, this time with a laugh.

"No!" She giggled.

"Then why do you run every time I touch you." Instead of answering she bowed her head, hands running over the stuffed animal anxiously. "Why don't you hug Wanda or Peter?" He was worried that all the questions would make her want to run, but as she huffed and leaned into his space slightly he continued. "I know Thor was pretty sad when you declined his hug the other day." That one wasn't a lie, the man had gone on a rant about how he thought he had done something wrong, how he was sure Y/n hated him.

"I jus', I don' want them t' be mad." She admitted, huffing at the end of her sentence. "'m jus', 'm heavy, an' squishy. Wanda and Pete aren't heavy an' squishy." She admitted, eyes locked on the wall, the stuffed unicorn held a little closer to her body.

"What do you mean Baby?" Bucky asked, confused as to what she was alluding to.

"It's harder t' pick me up." She finally looked back at him, tears beginning to gather along her waterline. "And cuddling wif me wouldn' be th' same." She shrugged, trying to play it off like she wasn't bothered by her own words.

The tightness in Bucky's chest didn't ease up with his answer, his worry only growing. He had hoped it was an easy thing to fix, yet knowing Y/n didn't hug her friends, or him, because she felt too big made him hurt. "Baby," He began, not giving Y/n a second to doubt him, he picked her up and sat her in his lap. "you aren't 'too heavy' to pick up." He hated how quickly she curled into his chest, how clear it was that she was missing human connection. "I'm the strongest man alive, and you saying that you're too heavy is going to bruise my ego a bit, Baby." They both laughed, a few of Y/n's tears hitting the fabric of Bucky's shirt.

"I thought Steve was th' strongest man alive?"

"I let him win when we arm wrestle." Bucky admitted, causing Y/n to break out into a fit of giggles.

"'m gonna tell him!" She stood up, bolting for the door.

"Oh no you don't!" Bucky ran after her, lifting her off her feet in the middle of the hallway, Y/n pausing with a gasp, bracing for the two of them to fall, yet laughing along with Bucky as jostled her around, threatening to take her new colouring page off the fridge if she told anyone his secret.

After a pinky promise and some juice Y/n began to trust Bucky a little bit more. She let him pick her up at the playground, and gave him a hug before bed every night. She still worried her hugs were 'bad', that maybe no one would want to hug her because she wasn't 'little' but Bucky never once complained, instead asking for hugs in the morning too.

It took her a while to truly trust that Bucky wasn't lying when he said his back didn't hurt after picking her up, but eventually she became comfortable enough to run and jump into his arms, something she had always dreamed of doing.

It wasn't until a month later that Bucky woke up at 4 am to the sound of Y/n's hurried footsteps rushing to his door. Light creeping in from the opened door she didn't close as she ran to his bed. The sound of soft cries and whispers of "Nightmare" filling the usually quiet space.

Instead of letting her think too much about how she 'should' be cuddling, Bucky just scooped her up and tucked her into his bed, letting her know he'd protect her, and her stuffed animal. He liked having her in his room, it made him feel at ease knowing she was close.

After a few months of staying in Bucky's room, Y/n began to get out of her shell a bit more, hugging Wanda and Peter, and eventually accepting Thor's 'healing' hugs. She finally joined in during the weekly cuddle puddle, laughing along side Nat and her friends as they all got cozy on the couch. And for the first time ever she let someone else, the second strongest man alive, Steve Rogers pick her up. A pride filled movement the man would never forget.

Even though it took her a little longer than everyone else to be comfortable hugging and snuggling, she was happy to finally be apart of the group in ways she wasn't before. Bucky, the man who still often stayed in the shadows, helping from a distance, couldn't help but feel a little lighter every time he saw his girl get over her worries, knowing if anything got to be 'too much' she'd come running to him.

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rightshoeonleftfoot · 9 months

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From Afar

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x afab! reader

Summary: You had a bad day and you're head over heels for a Lieutenant that's not even yours. He never even seems to look at you, let alone speak to you. Little do you know, he's been watching you.

Warnings: Stalking (innocent stalking hehe), mutual pining, possessive! Simon Riley, power imbalance.

Words: 1.7k

Part 1 - Part 2

This is not proofread so I'm sorry for any mistakes!! Constructive criticism is 100% welcome :)

I wanna make this a series eventually so let me know if you're interested! I wrote this at work lol

Average. That's what you were. An average soldier. You weren't even a bad soldier, you just weren't outstanding. You simply didn't stand out even though you desperately wanted to. You wanted to stand out to him. To the one man you'd been longing for ever since you saw him walk past you in the hallway when you were on your way to training.

A tall, broad man whose gaze would scare anyone away. He seemed cold, distant, someone you could never get along with. A man with many secrets, someone who wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his life for his Taskforce. Lieutenant Riley. He never formally introduced himself but you'd heard. You'd heard all the rumours and chatter that surrounded him and you almost felt guilty.

He'd lead training every once in a while, when your superiors were away on important missions. You'd always do your damn best during those times, you wanted his attention, you wanted his praise. Yet, he'd never even so much as glance at you. It left you empty, disappointed and jealous. Jealous of your superior, Sergeant Davidson who'd openly flirt with him in front of everyone, especially in front of you. It's like she had something against you specifically, she'd often make you drop and give her 20 if you did anything that displeased her.

Today had been a shitty day. You'd slept through your alarm and ended up late to an early training session. Your Sergeant made an example out of you, making you run laps and do extra push ups. You were tired and hungry as you'd also missed breakfast, your stomach growling loudly as you were exercising. She had no pity, it was your fault after all. "You shouldn't have been late." She told you. "Don't fuck with the rules." She berated you as you held a plank. She had her foot on your back, occasionally adding weight on you to make you shake and give in to the weight she'd put on you. It was a humiliating morning to say the least, yet your day somehow got worse.

He hated the way she treated you. He hated the way your Sergeant got a power trip every time you did the smallest thing wrong. He wanted to rip her off you, tell her off for treating a Private like an animal. He wasn't supposed to feel anything for you. Hell, he had never even spoken to you once. He would just chalk it up to him being tired and not sleeping through the night. Yet, he couldn't stop himself from looking at you.

At lunch, you were starving and the mess hall was full. Not having eaten since 8 am and you were in desperate need for food. You'd finally picked up your tray and the food looked mediocre at best but you were too hungry to care. You were looking for a place to sit but the mess hall was packed. You skillfully navigated through the crowd of famished soldiers until you found a place. You quickly walked over to it, but it seemed someone had had the same idea as you. In a loud crash, your food fell to the floor, face first because of course it did. Your stomach growled once more as you looked down at the splattered food on the floor. The soldier who had bumped into you quickly apologized, his food untouched apart from the splatter of sauce that had ended on your uniform. Instead of helping you, he bolted off to eat. As you cleaned up your food, you knew your lunch would consist of nothing but vending machine snacks.

He watched. He saw you get bumped into by the careless little soldier. He saw you mutter and swear as you looked down at your food on the floor, completely defeated. "Fuck me, fuck this stupid fucking day." You'd mutter. He saw the way you quietly stared down at your food before picking up the dirty dishes and cleaning up the mess you'd made. He saw the way the soldier left you to your own devices and wanted so badly to berate him for not helping you. But he couldn't. So he watched.

You had a bit of free time after eating your snacks so you went to get changed and take the shower you didn't have time to take. You picked up your clean uniform and headed off to the communal showers, getting ready to wash off the food and sweat off you from this morning. You stripped and eagerly got in the shower. A sudden gasp came out of you. The water was cold. Very fucking cold. It wouldn't warm up even as you waited, your hand in the water. So you took a quick, cold shower.

The shower had left you tense and unsatisfied. A fitting continuation for your awful day. Next came hand to hand combat training. This was led by Ghost, so it lifted your spirits up a little. You walked into the gym early, not wanting to repeat this morning's mistake. Ghost was already there and you saluted him. In what felt like the first time since you'd met, he spared a glance at you. His gaze was cold, his brown eyes felt like they were staring in your soul. It seemed like he was studying you as the glance turned into more of a look, his eyes wandering ever so slightly to your face before he spoke.

"At ease." His voice was deep, deeper than you'd remembered. You felt happy. He had addressed you. It was almost cathartic, hearing him speak directly to you. You almost wantwd him to say more but to your disappointment, he looked away from you and resumed his conversation with your Sergeant. She was laughing and smiling, clearly flirting with him but he wasn't paying her any mind. You found yourself a partner and surprisingly enough, training went without much of a hitch. Both Ghost and Sergeant Davidson were watching over and your Sergeant was being much nicer with Ghost watching over her shoulder.

That was until the Sergeant used you as an example. Ghost looked at her disapprovingly but you didn't notice. She'd tell you to defend yourself but every time would take you down with ease. It left you humiliated and defeated. She finally got off you, clearly proud of herself for whatever reason. Your sparring partner helped you up and muttered something. "That fuckin' bitch." You were happy someone was on your side yet you felt disappointed. Ghost had just stood there, watching. He didn't do anything.

He saw, his mind in turmoil. On one hand, he could stop your Sergeant from taking you down more and cut the training short. On the other hand, he could let her keep going. She was showing a good technique but she wouldn't even give you the chance to try it on her. So he just stood there, conflicted. He wasn't doing anything.

You left training as soon as you could. You were beyond pissed and annoyed at today. You rushed to the mess hall to eat something and for once, everything was going well. You were approached by a soldier. A poor little soldier who was just as oblivious of Ghost as you were. He flirted with you and made you laugh. It was the first time today you'd felt truly at ease. He was making you laugh and over all, the conversation was just nice. You ended up shutting the conversation down early but sharing your contact information with him, a new friend couldn't hurt after all.

Your laugh. Your fucking laugh. Music to Ghost's ears. Music he never even thought he'd like, a soft melody that soothed whatever emotion he was feeling at the time. But that laugh wasn't for him. It was for this other private, this bastard, who dared to approach you while you were eating. He continued watching as you gave the man your contact information and he seethed. He didn't want to be jealous, but he was. He watched you leave to go to the shooting range for your nightly routine and as soon as you were out of sight, he walked to the soldier. The soldier froze when he saw Ghost. Ghost put his hand out, gesturing for the soldier to hand over what you'd given him. The soldier obliged and handed him the paper and Ghost proceeded to chew him out. He was ashamed of what he was doing and couldn't believe he felt the need to chew out an irrelevant soldier for hitting on you. He'd let his jealousy get the better of him.

The range was empty at this hour. Well, not fully but enough for the gun shots to be few and far between, startling you every time one went off. Going to the range after dinner was a part of your routine. There was a sort of pleasure in shooting targets to let loose of your emotions, it was therapeutic. The recoil of the gun as it went off in your hands, whether it was a p226 or an M4A4. You'd shoot for a while, never really looked at the time. But you'd often shoot until you felt the recoil of the gun in your hand without shooting, a familiar feeling.

Then came the cleaning. Cleaning your guns was your favourite part. It was slow and required patience, something you enjoyed. You'd take apart your guns with great care, feeling every nook and cranny as you did so. You'd clean them, taking the time to remove the dirt and grease which had lodged itself in all the cracks and crevices of the pistol. You liked it when they looked brand new. You'd connect your headphones to your phone and would listen to music, wanting to relax and take the edge off as you did a task most thought was tedious. Putting the guns back together was like a puzzle. A puzzle you'd done so much you could do it with your eyes closed. The way everything fit together perfectly, the way each piece clicked together with a soft, metallic sound. It was like a lullaby, soothing you to sleep. A welcome sound as it meant you'd go to bed soon.

Your ritual was over and you felt weary, your eyes closing on their own. With that, your day ended. In your shitty little barrack bed, still oblivious to your shadow. You fell asleep weirdly content with the day you had. Your alarm was set and you were confident you'd be ready for whatever awaited you tomorrow.

The range was big. Lots of places to hide, lots of places to watch. He followed you, his footsteps quiet, completely unheard by you. He enjoyed watching you shoot. It had become his routine as well. He'd watch you, correct your stance in his head without ever approaching you, then he'd watch you clean your guns. It calmed him. It soothed his mind and made him strangely happy to see someone who took such great care in cleaning their guns. He always wondered what you listened to. What had your foot tapping the beat, what had you softly smile when you cranked up the volume. He'd figure it out one day, just not tonight.

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oharamwah · 10 months

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inspired by fan art. but i feel like yn would be a little nervous whenever miguel kisses her neck because she thinks he’s bite her? and when he leans in for a kiss she gets jumpy and he’s like “ ??? you okay babe? ”

♡☆ — safety first : you and miguel make a safe signal for whenever you need it. → 1.6k

boyfriend!miguel x gn!reader

contents : accidentally scary miguel, flangst ? sorta ? it’s like fluff angst then fluff again ahah, and miguel being sorry :( also miguel calling the reader baby LOL, and cussing. like once.

posted july 28th - to be edited !

everyone in miguel’s life knows that when miguel is working, he works for hours.

he’s what some call a workaholic — he had been working on a particularly difficult case one week, allowing it to consume his entire life. he knew it was unhealthy, but he values his job more than anything else.

almost anything.

for a long time, miguel swung solo. he never saw the importance of love nor did he desire it. he always said that love and work could never be 100% balanced, and so he lived that way. loveless. and he was okay with that.

but things changed when a very special person entered his life, because things always change, one way or another.

9:00 pm — you’re lying in bed, scrolling on your laptop while waiting for your postmates to arrive.

to you, it’s any normal day off. you had gotten hurt pretty badly while on a faraway mission with jess and gwen the previous night, so miguel allowed you to take a few rest days.

if you were anyone else, miguel wouldn’t care.

“you signed up for this.” was his usual response, but he’d never talk to you like that. not a chance.

you sigh as you look at the clock.

‘it’s been 10 minutes already, where’s my food?’ you pout.

and that’s when you hear knocking on your apartment door.

you practically jump out of bed and sprint, so excited to eat dinner. but there’s no delivery guy when you open the door — instead it’s your boyfriend, miguel.

he’s got a proud smile on his face. he’s wearing the best outfit he could scrounge up and he’s holding what appears to be a very messily handmade bouquet, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a dark red ribbon.

“delivery for the most beautiful in all the multiverse.”

his cheesy entrance makes you laugh — he looks awfully sweet right now. miguel’s made small gestures like this in the past, bringing you lunch on weekends or even just coming by after work to say hello and spend the evening with you. seeing you is his love language after all.

“miguel!” you squeal, “i thought you were working?”

you move out of the way to let him in and he does so, removing his shoes and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i was, but i wanted to check up on you.”

you shut the door behind you and tip toe up at miguel, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him just an inch closer.

before your lips can touch, he whispers, “evening, lovely.”

you smile and press your lips against his, the taste of your chapstick coating his mouth. you missed him during your singular day off.

the two of you shuffle over to the living room, barely breaking the kiss. you can tell he missed you too. he’s placed the bouquet on the coffee table and you two sit on the couch, with you resting securely in his lap. you can feel your skin warm up wherever his hands go.

he quickly removes his jacket and tosses it beside him, his lips starting to separate from yours. he’s peppering small kisses all over, starting on your lips, then moving to your cheek, and then he’s at your jawline, before he ends up at your neck. he pauses, taking his sweet time to kiss you there, slightly nibbling on your skin. you feel yourself flinch and your heart sinks a little, and within seconds, he notices the shift in the atmosphere. your body starts tensing up and you quietly hum in discomfort.

miguel pulls away and looks at you. you look a little flushed, a little scared, even, and he’s no longer driven by love, only worry.

“everything okay?” he asks, a little nervous. he worried that he invaded your comfort zone.

you only felt bad. the last thing you wanted was to offend miguel, but the little voice in your head decided today was the day to let your anxieties take over. miguel’s always so gentle with you and you trust that, but you can’t help but worry a little bit.

miguel is a man of many.. weapons. but even when the suit is off and he’s just himself, there’s one thing that is always there — his fangs.

you’ve seen miguel heated; something many people are afraid of, including you. eyebrows furrowed, muscles tense and his fangs bared. and while he’s rarely ever heated around you, that doesn’t bring you much comfort. the thought that he could fortuitously bite you always lingered in your mind.

“y/n,” he says, interrupting your thoughts, “something wrong?”

you realize that you’d been silent for a minute.

“oh i,” you start, ‘shit. what do i tell him?’

“i’m okay,” you nod. ‘you’re lying to him.’

miguel gives you a look.

the bond you two have built over the years is special. you know he knows that something’s wrong.

“you sure?”

miguel straightens his posture and sits his hands on your hips. the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to even think of lying again. all you can bring yourself to do is lower your gaze to your hands as you fiddle with your ring.

“if something’s bothering you angel, you can tell me.” he says softly, trying his best to make you feel as if you can tell him the truth.

miguel knows his boundaries, so he doesn’t press you just yet. he waits.

“it’s just.. it’s your teeth…” you finally respond, almost whispering. you still can’t look him in the eye, and you’re pretty certain he didn’t understand you, which, you didn’t really want him to. but to your dismay, he heard you loud and clear.

“my teeth..?” he asked, puzzled by your response. he had expected that you didn’t feel like making out at the moment, or even that you had to go to the bathroom, but it was just his teeth. he finds it a little funny, chuckling as he looks at you. you were all tensed up because of his teeth. but he quickly realizes this isn’t as amusing to you as it is to him.

“what about my teeth?” he says with a more serious tone. he wants to take you seriously.

“well.. your fangs.” you mutter, “they.. they’re sharp right?”

‘are you kidding me. of course they’re sharp you idiot.’ you think.

miguel smiles a little. “yeah, pretty sharp.” but his smile quickly fades as he realizes what’s wrong here.

“oh.”

“oh..”

a wave of guilt ran through his body. “was it the biting?” he runs his hand through his hair, feeling a bit self conscious.

you shake your head vigorously, “no, no. i-i’m okay with all that..” you say, “but.. i guess i just got a little.. but i know you wouldn’t, i just..”you struggle to finish your sentences.

“i’d never use them on you, y/n.” he reassures.

“no, i know..” you plea, mustering up the courage to look into his eyes. “i know.”

you immediately regret it. you hate the look on his face. in that moment, all your fears were shut down. all you wanted was to comfort your boyfriend who felt guilty about something he couldn’t even control.

“i don’t mean to scare you.” he says, his eyebrows slightly knitted.

“no, no you don’t. i’m sorry.”

“hey,” he exhales, “don’t be.”

your eyes start to well up with tears and you feel embarrassed. you aren’t exactly sure why you’re sorry, you just feel bad. you know miguel didn’t choose the way his teeth were shaped, and you know he would never even try to hurt you, he’s proven this to you countless times. it was just a quick lapse in judgement.

“can i?” miguel says as he gently grazes your hand, and you nod. he uses your hand to guide you into a hug, keeping his hold around you as light as possible. this only makes you tighten yours.

“i really do trust you.” your voice is shaky, but you mean it. it feels so foreign to you that a mere 5 minutes ago, you were nervous your boyfriend would hurt you. you realize that you know him better.

miguel inhales, his chest rising against yours. “that’s all i want.” he pulls away to look at you, “i only want you to feel safe with me.” he wipes your cheek dry.

“i do,” you repeat. “the safest. i should’ve realized it earlier.”

“come on, no more feeling bad.” he says. “you reacted totally normal, honey. you’re alright. we’re alright.” he comforts you, gently rubbing from nape of your neck to the small of your back.

the two of you stay in a quiet embrace, enjoying the comfortable silence. then, miguel has an idea.

“how about a safety signal?” he asks. you tilt your head.

“a safety signal?” you sniffle. “what do you mean?”

“for whenever you feel uncomfortable. something silent so i know when you need a bit of help, or space, whatever.”

you feel your heart strings tighten — you had no idea miguel had the emotional intelligence for this kind of thing. no offence.

you smile at him. “i really like that,” you say, almost proud of your boyfriend for coming up with such a sweet solution.

he smiles back at you with the most handsome smile.

“you can..” he looks at your hair and brushes it softly.

“can i squeeze your thumb?” you ask, and miguel swears he falls for you all over again. you’re serious about this and he loves it.

“you wanna squeeze my thumb?” he laughs, “sure, baby go for it. anything you like.”

you test it out, giggling as you do, and miguel watches you in adoration. you both settle on the idea, but miguel secretly hopes that one day, a safety signal won’t even be needed.

the rest of the evening goes smoothly. your dinner arrives, meaning you two grown adults share one serving of food, miguel properly gifts you the bouquet he made, and the night ends when he says goodnight with a delicate kiss on the neck.

a/n: MY VERY FIRST REQUEST !!! thank u anon, i tried to keep this as gender neutral and ethnicity neutral (is that a thing too? let’s make that a thing) as possible; pls lmk if there’s any issues ! ♡

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara angst #atsv miguel #atsv fanfiction #i love miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x gn reader #miguel ohara fanfiction #miguel o’hara i love you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara one shot

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cameronspecial · 11 months

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 3)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Under Age Drinking, Under Age Marijuana Use, and Displays of Toxic Relationship Acts. If I missed one, please let me know.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: Y/N’s relaxing morning on the beach is interrupted by a potential suitor. But Rafe and Mason aren’t exactly fans of this new bachelor.

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The early morning means no one else is on the beach with Y/N yet. It is too early in the morning for parents to be at the beach with their children and way too early in the day, in general, for teenagers to be out of bed during the summer. She enjoys it when it is just her, her book and the sounds of the waves. The morning is breezy so her sweatshirt stays on while she sits in her beach chair with her book. She is currently reading her mother’s latest release in preparation for her mom’s new manuscript that she is going to get once Cassie returns from Bali. The sound of the footsteps on the sand causes Y/N to look up to be aware of her situation.

“Ah, a fellow Cassie Y/L/N lover I see. Her magnum opus is Destitues of The Modern World,” a Malibu blonde and steel blue-eyed boy says. In Y/N’s opinion, she hates her mother’s work from before she was born. Even though her mother’s current work is adult fiction (not Y/N’s preferred book age group as she prefers YA fiction), at least it is murder mystery and fantasy. Cassie’s pre-twin writing was fiction based but it was just that. No romance, fantasy, or mystery in front of the word fiction and that bored Y/N to death. She finds no excitement or enjoyment in reading about a person dealing with everyday issues. So Desitues of The Modern World is definitely not on her list of her mother’s favourites.

She looks up at the boy and gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Oh, I’m not the greatest fan of her earlier work. I am much more of a fantasy or murder mystery fiend.” She made sure not to mention how she is related to the author because as she looks at him more, she starts to notice how handsome this man really is and she doesn’t want him to only hang out with her just because of who her mother is. Y/N could’ve sworn he reminded her of someone but she couldn’t figure out who. Maybe it is Chris Hemsworth. “That is acceptable. Her writing is amazing either way,” he approves as he approaches her, “Where are my manners? I am Wilson Porter.” Wilson extends his hand out to Y/N and she takes it to shake. “Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” “The pleasure is mine. Might I say you look beautiful.” His voice is smooth like honey and his words make her blush.

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At the same time as Y/N meeting Wilson, Rafe and Mason are at the indoor country club pool to practice training for the swim team. During the summer, the indoor pool is emptier because all the club patrons prefer the outdoor pool. The boys finished up their last lap before they take a fifteen-minute break. “Where do you think I should take your sister for lunch? I know it isn’t a date because you are going to be there, but I still want her to have a good time. I mean we are already at the country club so it would make sense if she meets us here, but she also likes going to the Wreck. She might want to see Kiara since I know it’s been a while and Lacey isn’t in town,” Rafe questions before taking a swing of water.

“I say we go to The Wreck. I hear they have a Po’ Boy special and I think my sister wants to try it.” Rafe chuckles at Mason’s suggestion, “I’m pretty sure you are the one that wants to try the Po’ Boy, Mace.” “Dude, you are absolutely 100% correct. But I bet you if my sister knows about the special, she’ll want to get one too. She likes fried seafood. I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” Mason announces, he gets out of the pool and heads towards the change room. Rafe nods and gets out of the pool to text Y/N the plan. He grabs his phone, smiling when he opens up the text thread between him and Y/N. Hey, so Mace just told me about The Wreck’s Po’ Boy special. We should try it. Meet you @ 12? His smile dims a little when he doesn’t get a reply in the next few minutes because he knows she generally replies five minutes after getting a notification. Looking at the little red number gives her anxiety and she always worries it will be an emergency. Mason returns from the bathroom, which causes Rafe to quickly place his phone back onto the pool chair and gets into the pool. Maybe she’s just in the water.

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Y/N and Wilson have been talking for a while before she realizes she is getting hungry. She remembers she promised to have lunch with Rafe and Mason. She checks her phone to see if Rafe has told her where to meet them and sees that he has. Sounds good! Meet you there. Before she hits send, she thinks about asking Wilson to join them for lunch. “Hey, I actually have to head to The Wreck for lunch. Do you want to join?” “I have never been to The Wreck; however, I will be happy to join you,” Wilson answers. He gets up and starts helping her pack up her things. “Thanks, let me just send a quick text and then we can walk over.” Sounds good! Meet you there. Could you actually get a table for four, please? I just invited someone to join us.

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Rafe text tone for Y/N goes off while he and Mason are in the changing room and he quickly grabs his phone to check it. He opens it up. What he sees makes his smile immediately vanish. “Dude, what’s wrong?” Mason worries upon seeing the frown on his face. “Yo, Lacey’s not back from Paris, is she? I thought she is coming back this Friday,” he asks his friend. Mason shakes his head, “She is back on Friday. Y/N/N and I are supposed to pick her up on the mainland. Why do you want to know?” “She wants us to get a table for four. Maybe, she ran into my sister or Scarlett at the beach?” Rafe really hopes the new lunch mate is a female and not from the opposite sex. “Yeah, probably,” Mason agrees.

They both finish up getting change and head into Mason’s truck to head over to The Wreck. Mason parks the car then the boys enter the restaurant. “Welcome to The Wr-. Oh, Rafe. Mason. How many people are joining you?” Kiara says with a little disgust, she is not a fan of the boys as they are always bothering her and the other pogues. “Hey, Kie. Table for four, please. Y/N/N and a guest are joining us later,” Mason informs in the nice way possible. He knows if he annoys Kiara for no reason, Y/N will have a lot to say about it. Kie nods her head, getting the menus out for the boys to lead them to their table. She doesn’t want to seat them in her section, the prospect of Y/N coming makes her decide against it.

The boys wait around five minutes for Y/N to show up with her mystery guest. Y/N’s arrival is marked by a squeal coming from Kiara. “Y/N/N, hey! It’s great to see you again! I missed you.” Y/N giggles at Kie’s excitement and gives her a hug, “It’s good to see you too Kie. We definitely need to catch up because it’s been a while. Maybe you can come over tonight and we can have a sleepover?” “I love that idea! Come on, I’ll take you over to your brother and Rafe,” Kie leads her over to Rafe and Mason. “Hey, guys. Hope you haven’t been waiting for too long,” Y/N sits beside Mason. Rafe sends her a smile, “Hello, Y/L/N. We’ve been waiting an eternity for you slow poke. So where is this special guest?” “Oh, he just went to the bathroom.” At the mention of him, Rafe internally panics. Hopefully, this guy is just a friend or gay.

“Wilson, over here,” he hears Y/N call out, waving a blond and blue-eyed man over. Mason looks over to who his sister brought over for lunch and almost laughs at the sight in front of him. The dude Y/N invited looked like a knock-off version of Rafe, despite the hilarious revelation, the disappointed expression on Rafe’s face stops Mason from laughing. Wilson walks over and slides in beside Rafe. It is like Mason is seeing double, although it is obvious that Y/N can’t see the similarity between the two. “Wilson, this is my twin, Mason and his best friend, Rafe. Guys, this is Wilson,” Y/N introduces everyone to each other with a wide smile. Rafe just nods at the intruding guest, scared his voice will crack. Mason places cross his arms and place his elbows on the table to lean on them, “So Wil. When did you meet Y/N/N? I’ve never heard you mentioned before.” “Well, first of all, my name is Wilson. Not Wil. Also, her name is Y/N. Not Y/N/N,” Wilson starts in a condescending tone that goes over Y/N’s head, “Y/N and I met on the beach, this morning.”

“Okayyyy, sorry. But it doesn’t surprise me that you met on the beach. Y/N spends most of her time there during the summer,” Mason apologizes awkwardly. He doesn’t love the way Wilson spoke for his sister but he knows if he says anything about it that it will only drive her further into Wilson’s arms. She takes it as a challenge when people give her unwarranted advice and she just does the complete opposite of what they say to do. Kiara could sense the tension between the three boys, observing that Y/N is oblivious to it while she talks about who knows what, so she goes to take their order to help alleviate some of the awkwardness. “Are you guys ready to order?”

Rafe and Mason are relieved to see Kiara and immediately nod their head. “I’ll try the shrimp Po’ Boy, please,” Mason orders, returning the menu to Kie. Rafe quick glances over the menu, “I’ll just have the cheeseburger and fries, please.” Kiara is surprised by the politeness, which he only adds because of the girl sitting at the table with him. “Can I please have the oyster Po’Boy? Thank you,” Y/N requests. Before Kie can confirm she got the order, Wilson speaks up, “Actually, we will both have the Cesar salad. Everything else on this menu is too greasy.” Everyone, except Wilson and Y/N, gives him a disapproving look for trying to tell her what she could eat. It only surprises Wilson when Y/N corrects him, “No, I want the Po’ Boy. Please.” She smiles sweetly at Wilson with the belief he is just looking out for her. Kiara’s pride for her friend shows whilst she grabs the rest of the menus and goes to place their order in.

After the nickname and order fiasco, Wilson seems pretty normal and nice throughout the rest of lunch. He probably just has the jitters from meeting new people and that is why he said what he did. Wilson even insisted he pays for everyone's meals. The group makes their way to the front entrance. “I must leave now, I am afraid. It was lovely meeting you all and Y/N I would love to take you out to dinner just the two of us,” Wilson notifies everyone. “I would love that! You have my number so text me anytime.” With that being said, Wilson departs from the group. “I’m going to wait for Kie’s shift to end and catch a ride home with her,” Y/N tells both boys before going back into The Wreck.

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Mason and Rafe are chilling in the pool on floaties whilst drinking a beer. “So we hate Wilson, right? It’s not just me saying that because I’m jealous,” Rafe tries to confirm with his best friend. “Oh, most definitely. He is a red flag in walking. But he hasn’t exhibited any abusive behaviour yet, Y/N stood up to him and he could’ve just had nerves about meeting us.” “True, but we both agree that if he keeps acting like that and we so much as see a bruise on her or distance herself from us that we intervene.” Mason agrees, “Totally agree, dude. Enough about him though. Let’s talk about how we are going to continue to put you in her good graces for when Y/N and Wilson part ways.”

“Well, I think I’ve got this figured out. I was going to bring the girls some food tonight for dinner and then I was thinking we can make a fire pit for s’more. I’m sleeping over today by the way,” Rafe plans, relaxing further back into his floaties. The thought of getting to see Y/N again makes him giddy. “Dude, it’s all good. I know you don’t love staying at home. Plus, if my sister falls for you before she gets together with Wilson, it just means he can be out of our lives faster,” Mason says, hoping he will never have to see Wilson again.

Y/N and Kiara arrive at the Y/L/N residence to the sound of laughter coming from the pool. The girls enter the backyard to see the boys facing away from them floating with no care in the world. How could they have been in the pool for so long without so much as a drop of water on either of them? The matching smiles on the girls’ faces mean they are on the same page. Both of them lay anything they don’t want to get wet on the bar and take off their shoes. Y/N uses her fingers to count to three and once she gets to three, they both jump toward the boys to sink them into the pool. Mason is attacked by Kiara and Rafe falls victim to Y/N.

“Dudes, seriously. I already washed my hair this morning after training. Now, I’m going to have to wash it again and that is going to dry my hair out” Mason complains, quickly jumping out of the pool to go fix his hair problems. Kie laughs at his misfortune, “Well, I’m going to go steal your shower Y/N/N because your water pressure is better than the guest bathroom.” This leaves Y/N and Rafe alone in the pool. “You seem to like to get me wet, Y/L/N. What is this, the third time this week? Although, I’d much rather be the one getting you wet.” Rafe swims closer to Y/N, reaching out to take one of her hands into his. He’s afraid she might pull away; she doesn’t. “Haha, now you know how it feels to be on the short end of the stick,” she quips, watching his lips get close to hers. He believes she is going to let him kiss her. Finally, the moment he has bee- RING, RING. The sound of Y/N’s phone causes her to instantly pull away to go get it. Rafe’s disappointment can be seen on his face.

She answers the phone, placing it against her ear, “Hey Wilson, I’ve been waiting for your call. No, I’m not doing anything right now.” Y/N gives a small wave to Rafe, making her way inside the house, presumably to her room. This leaves the lovesick boy alone in the pool. He should’ve seen it coming; life could never be so easy for him.

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Rafe returns to the house accompanied by the dinner he promised everyone. He got authentic personal pizzas from the fancy Italian restaurant Y/N loves. “Yo, I’m back. I got salami and olives for Mace, vegetarian for Kie, and fungi with extra mozzarella for Y/L/N. I also bought some Italian soda because I know how much you like it, Mace,” Rafe places the food in front of the corresponding person before settling down with his own meal. Dinner went much like breakfast, without a single argument between the normally feuding duo. Mason is thankful he didn’t have to play judge for any disagreements.

The group finishes dinner and this means it is time for s’mores. Rafe and Kiara went out back to start the fire while Mason and Y/N clean up the dishes. After the dishes are spotless, the twins make their way to the back. “Rafe, could you please roast me a mallow? You always get them just perfect. Not burnt but also not cold,” Y/N pleads, holding out her stick toward Rafe. He gladly takes it from her and begins roasting it for her. “You know what would make the s’mores even better? A little bit of grass,” Kie suggests, taking out a rolled joint from inside her bra. Kiara lights the joint, takes a drag then offers it to Y/N. Y/N shyly turns away from the sight, “I’m good, thanks.” Y/N did not love the feeling of being out of control of her body that comes with the high; however, she is fine with people smoking it around her.

Kie shrugs her shoulder and then hands it to Mason. Mason takes his own hit, then attempts to hand it over to Rafe, who surprisingly does not take it. “No, thanks,” Rafe refuses, focusing on making sure he doesn’t burn Y/N’s marshmallow. This action does not go unnoticed by Y/N and this causes her to smile because she is pretty sure he did it so she wouldn’t feel alone in being sober. Rafe hands the golden brown marshmallow back to Y/N, watching her happily assemble the s’more. He notices a little chocolate smudged on her cheek; he quickly reaches out with a napkin to wipe it away because he knows she hates having her face dirty. “Thanks, Rafe,” Y/N appreciates the gesture; she really is enjoying this new side of him. Her neck feels much better without all the head-turning she has to do, which is normally caused by Rafe’s whiplashing personality.

The night is spent telling stories, eating s’mores and singing along to the music playing on the portable speaker. It couldn’t have been a better night. “Well, I gotta head to bed. Lacey and I are supposed to face time early tomorrow morning,” Y/N waves goodnight to everyone, heading inside to go to sleep. Rafe wishes she could’ve stayed for longer; he almost worked up enough courage to offer Y/N his sweater when he noticed she was shivering a little. Nonetheless, at least she is leaving early to talk to Lacey and not Wilson. He might’ve had a small tantrum if she was. As he lies in the guest bed waiting to fall asleep, he thinks about Y/N's smile when he wiped the chocolate off her cheek. He really hopes he will have a chance to romantically show her how amazing she is.

Taglist: @itsalexwin @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

#thorn in my side rose in my hand #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron series #outer banks #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks x reader #outer banks x you

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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omfg the mean femcheerleader x eddie 😩. it’s so so amazing i love ittt. imagine her sitting in his lap during hellfire. or him groping her during lunch and her yelling at some bitch who was commenting on hellfire. i’m sorry absolute brain rott. and she lovvesss showing off the marks eddie makes on her. and covering eddie in her own marks so everyone knows who he belongs to

hii sweetheart! thank you for loving it, i appreciate it sm!!

and OH yes i agree completely! they would be so touchy with each other and definitely not shying away from pda, despite the complaints from eddie’s friends lol. thanks to her, eddie is coming out of his shell and is far more comfortable now!

“eddie can you please, stop grabbing your girlfriend’s backside during our campaign?”

“what? she has a nice ass! you’re telling me i can’t squeeze that??”

“he’s right baby, you need to keep your hands off of me if you want to win”

“why are you listening to him? i can multitask!”

ALSO 100% AGREE ABOUT THE MARKS!!! i feel like eddie would be so fucking proud about leaving hickies all over her neck and boobs that it’d make it impossible for her to cover them

“how do you make hickies look so sexy eds? i am definitely not wearing a jacket tomorrow”

“i did pretty good huh?” he smirks, admiring the pretty marks on your breasts. he comes up from your behind before wrapping his arms around your waist.“now everyone knows you’re mine and not to fuck around with me”

and when she decides to leave ones on him all over his chest, neck—with lipstick marks adorn his cheeks— he’d be so cocky about it and refuse to cover even just one

“hey eddie, don’t you wanna cover that up?” dustin asks, gesturing his neck area that are covered in small splotches of red and blue bruises. “also the… lipstick its-“

“it’s what, henderson? gross? unsanitary?!”

“no! i just think-“

“i like leaving them on. I’m not covering shit! it’s my girl’s work of art so stop asking.”

“ugh gross”

just for that, he’d be wearing tanktops to school or even shirtless if he could

#their power>>>>#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x mean!cheerleader #eddie things #eddie munson blurbs

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the5thplanet · 2 years

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IMAGINE BEING EDDIES DAUGHTER FBBUHBHBCB

imma make headcannons abt this,

(T.W- talking about punishments and having separation anxiety also, my lack of grammar)

-jupiter

🖤 okay eddies daughter would be around two years old

🖤 Imagine Eddie taking his daughter to Hellfire meetings and her jst falling asleep on his lap

🖤HEAR ME OUT HERE, Gareth would be her uncle because yes🖤

🖤 while at practice, eddies daughter would have noise canceling headphones on while sitting in Gareth lap.

🖤OR she would go inside with Gareth's mom until they were done

🖤 she would probably sleep in eddies bed until she was like 4 and grew enough that she needs her own bed

🖤 probably has huge separation anxiety due to it

🖤 she would probably go to school with Eddie

🖤 lunch time would be her favorite due o the fact that she loves all her uncles

🖤-uncle Jeff would do flash cards with her during lunch-

🖤 if teachers give Eddie shit, he'll send her to class with Gareth

🖤 nightmares are the worst so shed probably go crying to Eddie like, "d-daddy? i had a bad dweam!" and would be so emotional.

🖤 why do i feel like Jason would be nice to her though

🖤 like she could be walking to the water fountain and run into him

"Whoa there kid! what are you doing here?"

"s-sorry-"

"hey your Eddie's kid right? well if you need anything, i'm here"

🖤ngl he prolly meant it in a way that Eddie couldn't handle his own kid

🖤 with punishments, i think that Eddie would be pretty lenient for the first 2 time and then would be like, "Dont make me count"

they his kid would pull a kat valentine, "DONT FORGET THREE"

🖤 Gareth had to protect her from Eddie "hurting her feelings"

🖤-he was just gonna put her in time out- 🖤then Gareth would betray her and put her in timeout himself

🖤eds would 100% teach her how to play guitar

🖤 would make guest appearances to corroded coffin shows when shes old enough

🖤 coloring pictures at lunch then runnng away to show jason

🖤jason would applaud the small child then would smack the head of anyone who didnt

🖤 eddie would be so confused

🖤 eddie would help his daughter make her first dnd character

🖤 -would probably be a goblin/elf thing

🖤 if his daughter were to get hurt he would be at her side like "i know it hurts honey but you have to clean the wound."

🖤but overall, Eddie would make a pretty solid, fluffy, dad

...

my apologize if this is not good, it is my first attempt with headcannons! also should i do a gareth version of this, or like a little space fic abt eddie and gareth taking care of little reader?

keep smiling!

-jupiter-

#Dad!eddie X Daughter! reader

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sunnyie-eve · 2 years

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34 | He Moved On

Series: Trouble In Hawkins (Steve Harrington x Henderson! Billy Hargrove x Henderson!)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Language, Nightmares

December 5th 1985

Billy turns to look at me and marches over to me as I fully stand up. "Billy, I know you're in there." I cry as he picks me up by my throat squeezing it slamming me up against a wall making me hit my head causing me to become weaker. "Billy-please, fight... back... harder." I choke out gasping for air with tears falling. He loses his grip around my throat dropping me to fall to the floor. Billy goes to El throwing her over his shoulder and walks back over to me. "Billy!" I cry trying to scream but my throat hurt.

"Sky, Skylar... Hello... Ky!" I snap back as Eddie's fingers were snapping in front of my face. "What?" I blink. "Are you okay? You spaced out and you're crying." He says and I see Mike and Dustin looking at me. My hands go to my eyes and wipe away my tears quickly. "What we're you thinking of?" Jeff asks me. "I have no idea." I lie getting up from the lunch table to go outside. This week for some reason I started getting flashbacks and nightmares about the night in the mall. I find myself in the woods taking a seat at the picnic table to be alone. "You've been acting out of it all week. What's going on?" Eddie walks up to the table. "Girl stuff." I lie as he takes a seat across from me. "That's a lie. That was last week you complained how it was during Thanksgiving. What's really going on?"

"I can't tell you the truth though." I shake my head. "Who am I gonna tell?" He laughs. "The Mall fire... they weren't 100% telling the truth. There was other stuff going on and it was kinda a traumatic experience for me. That night Billy died in my lap and I had nightmares for the rest of the month. I haven't had them in four months and they suddenly started up again this week." I explain to him. Eddie knew how close I got with Billy because at the start of the year when we started catching up again he asked me about my friendship with Steve and Billy. He only knew them as the assholes they were and was curious how I got close to them. "I completely understand why you would have nightmares about that night. If you need someone to talk to about them, I'm here for you."

"I'm not allowed to talk about that night so I can't." I tell him. "Well let me help you take your mind off of it whenever I can." He says and I appreciate it but I wanted to be alone. "I think I just need some time alone and go through it all again." I get up leaving and go to the bathroom where I can't be followed.

"Where did she go?" Dustin asks Eddie as he comes back to the table inside. "To the bathroom to be alone." Eddie sits down. "Did she tell you what's wrong?" Mike asks him. "She's getting nightmares again." Eddie says making Dustin sigh getting up from the table to find Max. "I need you to go talk to Sky in the bathroom." He finds Max alone. "What's wrong?" She asks worried. "It's Billy." Max gets up going straight to the bathroom and luckily it was the one closest. "How long have they been going on?" She asks as Sky splashes water on her face. "I'm guessing Eddie told Dustin who told you." Skylar pats her face dry. "Answer the question." Max crosses her arms. "Started at the beginning of the week and I don't wanna talk about it right now." Skylar leaves the bathroom running into Eddie waiting outside for her.

"I told you to I need time alone." She passes him. "Yeah, I'm not going to listen to you. No matter how many times you tell me to go away." Eddie follows her down the hall. "Why?" She turns to face him. "Because you need someone. Did you have someone the first time?" He asks her. "Yeah..." Skylar rolls her eyes. "Then I'm going to be here the second time to make sure you're okay." He says making her walk away again with him right behind her.

After school Steve was there to pick up Skylar and Dustin up while Robin had band practice. "Hey baby." Steve opens his arms for a hug and a kiss but Skylar gets in the passenger side. Steve looks at Dustin confused because days that he picks them up she always gives him a kiss. "Nightmares about Billy." Dustin whispers as he passes him to get in the back seat. The drive to their house was silent between the three. The only sound was from the radio playing on a low volume. "That's for the ride." Skylar leans over giving Steve a kiss before getting out quickly. "Wait, can we talk?" He asks but she was already gone.

"Why are they starting all of a sudden again?" He looks as Dustin as he gets out. "Technically they never stopped. It used to be once a month. I know when she lies, it's all in the tone of her voice. Something important or a good memory between them is probably coming up. She said they started earlier this week. She's not gonna wanna talk about it so give her some space but not too much." Dustin says as he walks towards his house. "Oh and thanks for the ride!"

January 10th, 1986

Billy stands up and El starts to move backwards making me reach for her as one of its tentacles comes for her. She puts her arms up to block it but Billy stops it. "No!" He yells and my eyes water again as more come out. "No Billy!" I cry as they go into his sides and back. My jaw drops as he drops to his knees and another goes right into his chest. "BILLY!" I scream.

I sit up in bed covered in sweat from another flashback of that night at the mall. I thought the nightmares would stop after Christmas because I think the whole reason they started a lot more was because would've been a whole year since my first kiss with Billy and saying how he actually felt about me after helping Max get ready for the winter dance.

"Hey, Keith... I can't make in today again." I call in at work. "It's okay. You haven't looked good lately. Take as much time off you need. I only do this for my friend." He hangs up after I thank him. I put in the tape Billy made for me and lay in bed listening to the songs wishing for the nightmares to stop.

"I've seen some changes but it's getting better all the time. There's nothing you and I won't do. I'll stop the world and melt with you..." I sing to myself.

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Moving forward using all my breath Making love to you was never second best I saw the world thrashing all around your face Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace I'll stop the world and melt with you You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time There's nothing you and I won't do I'll stop the world and melt with you

"Hey! That's cheating! You're cheating Hargrove." I turn around slapping his chest as he just shifted my hand to the side as I let go of my bowling ball making me get a gutter ball. "I was trying to be a good friend and help you but you went to early." He tries to make a dumb lie. "Bullshit. You moved it to the left as I swung my hand back you dick." I go over getting my ball for my second try. "Stay back or I'll swing this into your downstairs areas. I mean it." I glare at him so he backs away and I knock down seven pins. "I hate you. Just go." I sit down watching him go.

For his second turn I get up and try messing him up but his left arm catches me. "I'm not dumb like you, Missy." He spins around trying to walk me back to my seat. "It's only fair." I fight against him. "Only if you were sneaky too." He lets go of me then makes his other pins. "The future's one wide." He says the lyrics as he walks back to me then guides my hand as he hums the hmmm part. "I don't need your help." I laugh at him so he leaves me and I make a strike. "Told you." I smile as he gives me a high five.

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"You just laying here, ignoring my knocking?" Steve clasps his hand over my face making me sit up. "Sorry. I was spaced out." I apologize to him. "What's going on with you? You call in again saying you can't make it... why? This is the forth time this week. Not to mention the 16th time this month." He says. "You remember how the nightmares started again last month and I've been having them every night... Well I'm still having them. I just don't want to talk about them. When the nightmares or flashbacks, whatever you wanna call it, I start to think about him and I get upset and start to miss him... It doesn't help when I'm trying to help Max's mom to forget about Neil. And his stupid reason for leaving was because he can't stay here without his son which is such bull."

"So you were using me to get over Billy?" He says confusing me. "What? What gives you that thought?" I get up. "Do you hear yourself Steve?" I shake my head at him. "I hear myself clearly but you still haven't answered me? Did you use me to get over Billy! Do you wish he was still here?" He gets louder. "I didn't use you to get over Billy! I never did! You were always first in my heart! And of course I still wish he was here because he was my friend Steve. I cared about him. You said months ago you would wait after everything happened." I try to not cry. "That was months ago. You moved on from it and now you're suddenly back?" He snaps.

"HE DIED IN MY LAP! YOU THINK I'LL EVER MOVE ON FROM THAT! I'm sorry something traumatic happened to me and comes back at times as a nightmare! What do you want from me?" Tears finally come out. "I want you to come back to me. I want you to love me again." He grabs my hands. "I never stopped loving you Steve... I just having a hard time again especially trying to help Max. Why can't you just understand that?"

"I understand but you're never around anymore. I get you have school but then you hardly show up at work and never want to hangout anymore. This has been going on for a month." He sits down in my bed. "What happened to; I care about you, Sky. That's why I'm telling you to take your time. And I'm fine waiting till you are ready to talk about what our future relationship is. Until then, I'm going to continue to be your best friend that wants to help you while you grieve." I ask him.

"I'm not your best friend anymore. I'm your boyfriend." He stands up. "You're both Steve therefor you should want to help me go through this again." I grab his hands. "This is bullshit." He huff making me let go of his hands. "What's bullshit? You gonna pull a Nancy on me?" I step away from him. "What?" He looks at me. "Bullshit this, bullshit that. I'm bullshit, and like we're in love, bullshit? Is that what you're gonna end up telling me?" I ask him. "What? No." He steps towards me. "Then what's bullshit Steve?" I move back. "I didn't mean anything like that. It came out wrong." He tries to explain.

"Get out, please. When you know what you meant and are ready to be here for me... then you can come back." Steve looks down, "Yeah... Sorry." He leaves my room and I slowly follow him to the door. "Steve..." I stay his name making him stop and look back at me, "I'm sorry and I want you to know I do love you. I just gotta get thought these nightmares again." I place my hand on shoulder. "I love you too and I'm sorry." He kisses my forehead before going to his car driving off.

Steve Ending

Eddie Ending

#stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #dustin henderson #el #max mayfield #steve harrington x henderson #robin buckley #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #will byers #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #stranger things 4

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January 1938: On a Bicycle Built For Two

January 1, 1938 – The Evening Herald

Gable Finds Real Pleasure In Denying Reports of Death

By Frederick C. Othman

Clark Gable, who’s had to deny his death more frequently even than Mark Twain did, reported today that such denials are a real satisfaction to him.

“It always gives me great pleasure to tell the newspaper reporters that I am alive,” he said. “The only thing I can’t understand is how and why I’m always being killed – in somebody’s imagination.”

Last time Gable lost his life, via the rumor route, the report came from Washington D.C. and kept him up most of the night telling callers how happy he was to be alive.

“But the time before that was best,” he added. “I’d gone to my dentist with a rush order for a porcelain cap for a tooth. I had to have it the next day so I could appear in a picture. (He didn’t want to look snaggle-toothed.)

“The dentist and his girl assistant agreed to work all night, so I went home to bed, knowing that I’d have a new tooth in the morning.

“But while I slept, one of those rumors started again. It must have gone pretty far, because the dentist heard a newsboy outside shouting: ‘Gable’s dead.’

“He rushed out and got a paper and sure enough it said I had died of pneumonia, or something. Well, sir, the dentist look at his assistant and they tossed my tooth in the wastebasket and went home.

“Next morning I went after my tooth and you never saw such a surprised-looking dentist in your life.”

Another time Gable was on a hunting trip when his death was reported.

“The reporters couldn’t find me,” he said, “so they called Carole Lombard (his girl friend) and asked her about it.

“She couldn’t reach me, but she did get in touch with my cook. When I came in that night, the cook said:

“’Mr Gable, you is dead; you better call Miss Lombard and tell her you ain’t.’”

January 2, 1938 – Birmingham News

ROSE BOWL, PASADENA, Calif. – Two ranking stars, Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, caused widespread “ohs” and “ahs” as they found their way to their seats.

January 3, 1938 – Philadelphia Inquirer

Carole Lombard is nursing a pair of bruised knees after riding around Del Air in that new scooter bike she received for Christmas.

January 4, 1938 – The Odgen Standard Examiner

Carole Lombard’s Peke, “Pushface” is not making friends with the huge English sheep dog that Clark Gable gave Carole for Christmas. The reason is Mr. Hound took one look at the small canine sitting on a satin cushion, and bestowed friendly affection with a lap of his tongue on the nose. “Pushface” thought he’d had a bath.

January 9, 1938 – Pittsburgh Sun

Clark Gable really has two houses instead of one. His ranch is the one formerly occupied by Alice Terry and Rex Ingram. And since the Ingrams had separate roofs, although they are almost adjoining bungalows on the same grounds, Clark has very cleverly converted Rex’s house into a living room, sleeping quarters and guest rooms, while Alice’s former domicile contains the kitchen, dining room and servants’ quarters. Spent last Sunday with Clark and Carole getting a preview of the place and La Lombard has done a grand job of interior decorating keeping the place 100 percent masculine.

January 10, 1938 – Salt Lake Telegram

Carole Lombard is so exhausted these days with film emotion she is talking to very few of her intimates – outside of Mr. Gable…

January 12, 1938 – Pittsburgh Sun

Hollywood By Sidney Skolsky

There’s the Clark Gable-Carole Lombard romance. Now how did that get started? How did Clark meet Carole? In this instance it is glamour boy meets glamour girl, but take away the glamour and it’s still the familiar story of boy meets girl.

Clark first met Carole when they played together in the picture, “No Man of Her Own.” Then Clark was very much married to Rhea Gable, and Carole was Mrs. William Powell. During the making of this picture, Clark would eat with the electricians and property men. One day he and Carole had lunch together. This was really their first meeting, despite their so-called love scenes before the camera.

Then the picture was completed, released, and Clark and Carole went their separate ways.

It was not until several years later, after Carole had been divorced and Gable had separated from the missus, that the romance really started. It happened at the White Mayfair party, of which Carole was the hostess. Carole went to the party with Cesar Romero. Gable arrived late, past midnight. An actress suggested that Carole and Clark dance together. They did. Often. Gable left the party alone. Romero took Lombard home. But Clark had her phone number. And now Clark and Carole go to the movies together, and hold hands while the hero and heroine on the screen make love – even though the hero or heroine on the screen may look a lot like Clark Gable or Carole Lombard.

January 14, 1938 – The Sault Daily Star

Seems as though the men are going to influence women’s styles again this year… Remember when the mannish fedoras were just simply too-too, a few years ago?

Well they’ve come back, and it’s all Clark Gable’s fault. Seems as though he accompanied Carole Lombard, movie actress, to have her picture taken. When she arrived at the photographers, she found she had forgotten a hat, and that particular photographer wanted a particular picture of Carole Lombard AND a hat. Clark laughingly suggested that Carole wear his hat. Carole laughingly donned it, and the photographer (perhaps laughingly) took the picture. It was printed. And the millinery stores didn’t think it was any laughing matter. They thought it was wonderful, and orders for that particular style of mannish tailored began pouring in upon hat manufacturers… SO …. Looks as though that’s what we’ll be wearing come spring, gals.

January 15, 1938 – Lancaster Eagle Gazette

As a matter of fact, more famous film folk often are to be found at a radio rehearsal than on a flicker sound stage. The MGM air show, for example, has access to almost the entire contract list of the studio for talent, and it’s using these people lavishly. Too lavishly, some critics complain. Also the players often bring guests to rehearsals… When Clark Gable went through his lines, Carole Lombard sat out front and made sotto voice remarks which were pretty trying to the composure of people on the stage.

January 16, 1938 – Fort Worth Star Telegram

Carole Falls Off Clark’s Scooter

Two of the presents Clark Gable gave to Carole Lombard were an English sheep dog and a two-seated motor scooter. When she was riding it Christmas night the thing got out of control and tossed Carole for a loop. Wrecked her evening gown but did no damage to her person.

After all those crazy comedies, falling off a scooter is child’s play to the star.

January 23, 1938 – Detroit Free Press

Out at the MGM café the other day, Carole Lombard was lunching with Clark Gable. Looking very smart and happy, she was preparing to bid Clark adieu for a time, as he was leaving for San Diego on location for “Test Pilot.”

January 23, 1938 – Charlotte News

On a Bicycle Built For Two

One of Carole Lombard’s two recent presents from Clark Gable makes the other one useless.

Miss Lombard disclosed on the set of “Food for Scandal” that she can’t ride the gasoline-powered scooter bike Gable gave her because the English sheep dog he also gave her knocks her off it.

The scooter bike is a fancy, streamlined red affair with bells, horns and a tandem seat.

January 24, 1938 – Daily News

This town had its ear glued to the loudspeaker to cheer the Jimmy Braddock win… Pat O’Brien, Clark Gable, Spencer Tracy, Bill Grady, Mrs. Leo Spitz, Carole Lombard… were the most vociferous Braddock boosters, but everybody here got a great thrill from Jim’s upset triumph…

January 25, 1938 – Philadelphia Inquirer

You should see Carole Lombard and Clark Gable do the Big Apple. They’re competition for the best of the Applers and Director Walter Lang, at whose house we all dined, is no mean stepper himself.

January 27, 1938 – The Minneapolis Star

Benefit: Carole Lombard and Clark Gable, film celebrities, were among the many personalities attending the Ted Healy testimonial show, organized to honor the memory of the late comedian. Proceeds of the midnight performance went to his destitute widow and infant son, born the day before Healy’s death.

January 28, 1938 – San Francisco Examiner

Carole Lombard doesn’t live up to the “glamour girl” appellation between pictures. She’ll don rough clothing soon for a hunting trip with Clark Gable in Mexico.

January 30, 1938 – The Atlanta Constitution

GABLE HELPS CAROLE INTRODUCE HAT FIND

Clark Gable has started a new fad in feminine fashions for 1938.

Gable, shopping for hats and other items of masculine wearing apparel, saw some of the more feathery Alpine hats on display.

Thinking them too effeminate for a man, he decided to send a couple of them as a gag to Carole Lombard, working in “Fools for Scandal,” at Warner Bros. studio.

Miss Lombard seized on the plushy hats with their colorful feathers as an ideal item for a mannishly tailored sports suit she had just bought. Feminine friends saw the innovation and adopted the fad. Now, men’s hat departments have been forced to put in large stocks of Tyrolean hats for women.

January 31, 1938 – Daily News

In the secret archives of a local life insurance company is a $25,000 policy made out by one Carole Lombard… in favor of one Clark Gable…

January 31, 1938 – The Long Beach Sun

Whiteman reports that the champion Big Applers are Clark Gable and Carole Lombard…

#1938 #clark gable #carole lombard #old hollywood

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mistiell · 2 years

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How Arcane Characters would Take Care of You While You’re Sick

Viktor

- It depends on when you get sick

- If you’re sick on a weekday, he’ll do as much as he can for you before he goes to work

- Makes you a tea, breakfast, makes sure you’re comfy and have meds and water on your bedside table.

- comes home the second his shift is over

- He makes you the soup his mom used to make him whenever he was sick :,)

- If you’re sick on the weekend, he still does all of the above

- Except this time, he stays in bed with you all day

You: Vik, no, you’re gonna get sick

Viktor: Hush, Dove. I’ll be fine. Now move over, you’re hogging the bed.

- He’s stubborn and worried about you so you will not be able to convince him to stay a safe distance away.

- reads to you and runs his fingers through your hair to help you relax

- When you finally get better, you’ll probably have to take care of him when he inevitably catches whatever you had smh

You, handing him water and cold meds: I told you you’d get sick

Viktor, annoyed but also amused: I’m sick and all you can say is “I told you so”?

You: Well I did-

Viktor: “weLL i DiD”, shut up-

- He’s so sassy oh my god

Jayce

- Has the immune system of a fucking god

- Will 100% take a day off of work just to stay home with you

- Panics a little, ngl

- You don’t have to leave the bed for anything

- Seriously. The second you go to get up, he’s already on his feet to get whatever you need.

- Buries you in blankets

- also snuggles with you cause he ain’t afraid of no stupid virus

- Tries to cook for you

- Fails

Jayce, handing you a plate of charred...something: I swear I tried.

You: Jayce. Baby. Light of my life. I say this with nothing but love; I do not think this is edible.

Jayce: Yeah, fair enough-

- Dw, He’s not mad

- Actually kinda glad you didn’t eat it just to spare his feelings-

- buys take out instead

Silco

- He still has stuff to do so he can’t do all that much for you during the day.

- Y’know, being an actual drug lord and all-

- Makes you breakfast before he leaves though

- Has Jinx check in on you every so often

- She won’t bother you if you’re sleeping. She’ll just kinda poke her head in and go let Silco know you’re not dying

- When he comes home, He’ll make you dinner but will stay a safe distance away

- Don’t get me wrong, he loves you dearly and wants to make sure you’re comfy, but he really can’t afford to get sick

- Knows how to help

- She had three siblings growing up and used to help take care of them whenever they got sick so she’s prepared

- Wraps you up in blankets and gives you some meds.

- Will put a cool cloth on your forehead if you have a fever and will make sure to change it whenever it gets warm.

- Will 100% cuddle you

- Does not care if she gets sick

Jinx

- panics

- has no idea what to do

- She tries though

- Just tell her what you need and she’ll get it for you

- Cuddles with you in an attempt to make you feel better

- Tones down the volume of her music and voice to avoid disturbing you.

- So soft with you when you’re sick

- She sings or hums to you softly. She actually sounds really nice when she sings.

- Definitely soothing to fall asleep to

Mel

- Still has to go into work but pops by on her lunch break to check on you

- If you’re sleeping when she gets there, she’ll leave a tea on your bedside table with a sweet little note

- If you aren’t sleeping, she’ll sit and have lunch with you.

- Will let you lay your head on her lap while she runs her fingers through your hair

- lulls you to sleep by talking about her day and whatever crazy shit Councillor Hoskel said during the meeting they had.

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twasday · 2 years

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𝔹𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒'𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

Male reader (He/Him) !!

Characters: Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cussing

A/N: Thank you for over 100 notes on my last post ! Sorry, I was gone longer than I had hoped to be but I’m gonna try posting at least once a week. Can you guys tell I had a favorite character to write in this post?

Mitsuri Kanroji

She’s just as clingy which makes you two a great couple.

She loves when you put your cheek against her own and rub your faces together it has you both breaking out in laughter.

Sleeping and cuddling during your days off, never leaving each other's side, is your normal routine.

You and she are always touching each other in some sort of way when you're together in public. Whether it's holding hands, tugging the corner of the other's shirt, or just wrapping arms around one another.

You both could give less of a fuck about who’s watching, if she’s happy, you’re happy.

“Isn’t he too clingy” or “Your boyfriend just seems so needy” Mitsuri, will always turn down these assumptions and talk about how cute you are holding on to her, she’s simply infatuated with your love.

You sneak behind a tree as you watch Mitsuri train under the hot sun. She sways and dances feverishly as if the sound of the bright summer's day was guiding her. You watch for a few moments, admiring her beauty before you snap out of your trance to carry out the plan you originally had. You swiftly move in silence, going towards her before you scream “KANROJI.” and tackle her figure.

She hits the ground as you both stumble from your surprise attack. You grapple onto her side and together you giggle loudly, holding onto each other. “Darling, what are you doing?” She questions after you both calm down.

“I wanted to surprise you so we can get lunch.” You sit up, untangling both of your legs.

“Well I’m soooo surprised,” She pecks your cheek “You really scared me there sweetheart.”

You smile lovingly at the lie she told knowing full well, she saw you coming.

Gyomei Himejima

You were a bit to adjust to but he overall thought you were adorable.

You were much smaller than him so there were many times when he would have to lift you in order for you to succeed in your affection.

You would often train with him which usually consisted of you cheering him on while he lifted you on boulders or worked out with you in hand.

You found yourself crawling into his lap whenever you got the chance and he just loved it.

You would rant about your day as you played with his fingers, tracing his palm and just squeezing his hand.

He admired the acts of affection you did with him because physical contact is his strongest suit considering that he is blind.

He found your voice soothing so he would lay on your shoulder as you quietly whispered little nothings of anything and everything.

You laid your head onto Gyomei’s lap, admiring the dim sunset. You were sitting in the stone garden of his estate watching the sun go down. You breathed out contentedly snuggling closer to him. “Aren’t you glad I dragged you out here for this? I mean, I understand you cannot see it but, the weather is nice.” You smile up at his blank stare.

He continues to stare forward as if he is watching the sky. “Yes my love, any moment with you is in my favor.” Tears drip down his face as he speaks.

You get up to calmly thumb away at the stray tears “You’re so cheesy, shut it.” You lovingly say, cupping his cheek to the best of your ability.

He leans into the warmth of your palm, kissing it tenderly. “My boyfriend is so cute and amazing. I don’t know what I would do without him. Such a precious soul.” He praises you, erratically.

You turn away from him at his words, becoming flustered from his compliments. His chest rumbles in laughter and he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you closer to snuggle his face into your hair.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He was a bit confused about why you were so clingy at first.

He found it strange that you always wanted to be touching him and holding onto him in some way.

You eventually explained to him that he was your safe place and you felt as if you can be vulnerable around him. You loved him dearly and you wanted to show him in your own way.

Your reasoning made him fall deeper in love with you because you were such a simple being who yearned for intimacy.

He indulged in your every action, finding his needy boy so endearing.

His own way of responding was by squeezing the nape of your neck and when he felt especially romantic he would peck you on the cheek softly before continuing what he’s doing.

He was shy about PDA but never turned away from you in private. He was like a big cuddly baby that couldn’t resist your touch.

Sanemi burrowed his head deeper into the crook of your neck, kissing the area fondly. You comb your hand through his hair, stopping to dig into his scalp occasionally. You hummed in response to him rubbing circles into your hips. It was a rainy evening and the both of you decided to take it easy for once. You’ve collectively been stressed from work and exhaustion in the past week. Laying down to relax with Sanemi wrapped in your arms was your ideal peace of mind. It was nights like these that Sanemi wanted to be pampered and praised absentmindedly. He squeezed you tighter when you pressed your lips to his temple. “I’m so proud of you, you do such a good job protecting me.” You speak gingerly.

“Seeing my pretty thing healthy n’ happy is the best job in the fuckin’ world.” He mumbles out with a snarky smile.

You chuckle quietly as he dips his head under your chin to litter your neck with kisses. You laugh even harder until you were out of breath, gripping onto Sanemi. “You piece of shit, leave me alone.” You look at him dotingly.

“You’re stuck with this piece of shit beautiful, deal with it.” He shoots back, looking into your eyes with an abundance of admiration behind them.

“Fuck off,” you whisper as you lean in to kiss him.

#male reader #x male reader #headcannons #demon slayer #anime #manga #sanemi fluff #sanemi headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #gyomei himejima #gyomei x y/n #mitsuri headcanons #mitsuri kanroji #anime x male reader #male character

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bentobarnes · 3 years

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『𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭』

note : my requests are OPEN! Feel free to send me story requests

pairings : bucky barnes x reader

word count : 1k

summary : bucky is having lunch with Nakajima after 2 years of not talking with him. Yori wants him to go on a date with Leah (the bartender) but encounters a pleasant surprise.

warnings : slight mention of loss and murder, just fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

It has been two years since Bucky told Yori Nakajima about his son. He was his last amend and the hardest one. Bucky had killed his son during a mission. ‘’No witnesses’’ Hydra ordered him and he obeyed. But that wasn’t Bucky it was the Winter Soldier. Bucky was buried somewhere inside the mind of that evil person a puppet for Hydra. Fist of Hydra. Yori was totally ruined after realizing he was going to lunch with the person who killed his son even though it wasn’t James Buchanan Barnes.

Now James was sitting in the sushi bar where they used to have lunch. Nakajima had called him to come and have lunch with him. He told him that he had finally accepted the death of his son and that Bucky wasn’t the one who did it. James was a bit nervous but he also felt peaceful. Leah was still there the bartender. She was quite surprised to see James there again after two years but a part of her was happy too. Yori was sitting next to Bucky talking about how no one made it past 90 years old. ‘’What a loss’’ Bucky thought. Being a human over 100 years old wasn’t a dream. You live longer than your family and friends, you live and see them die one by one while you are just there existing and keeping all your emotions bottled up inside you. For two years, nothing much had changed but Bucky was still keeping secrets from Yori. They weren’t those dark deep secrets they were happy secrets, secrets that warmed his heart every time he got home.

‘’My son loved red bean mochi.’’ Nakajima broke the silence. Bucky knew he had told him once but this time there was something different in the way he said it. There wasn’t a sad tone but pure love and adoration. He even smiled at the memory. At that moment, James understood the softness of his words. This softness was possible because of him and the fact that he had told him the truth. Freeing him from the thoughts haunting Yori’s head about how his son died and who had killed him. Bucky had made many amends but he never saw these people again so he didn’t know how important they were for some people. Now while sitting with Yori he could clearly see how his amends made someone’s life better. Even if it was only one person, it was still giving him pleasure. A thought of how his life has changed over the years, how he has changed and what he had achieved.

‘’You should start dating. You are older than I am and you still don’t have a woman.’’ Yori advised him with a slight note of judgment.

‘’I – um’’ Should he tell him or maybe keep it a secret for a bit longer. Before he could answer, Yori was already arranging his date with Leah.

‘’Here Leah is a good woman. Moreover, I think she likes you a lot and she would be happy to go on a date with you, wouldn’t she?’’ Nakajima started talking to Leah. She just smiled.

Suddenly the sound of shoes was echoing through the bar. It wasn’t a harsh sound it was pleasant like the person who they belonged to was very small.

‘’Daddy! Daddy!’’ Bucky turned around seeing his 4 years old son running to the place where he was sitting. A huge smile appeared on Bucky's face when the little human-made grabby hands so he can take him in his lap.

‘’Hey, big guy! Where is your Ma?’’ Bucky asked his son slightly worried.

‘’I’m here Buck. Your son should stop making me run after him it’s not like I can do that.” You joked while trying to catch your breath. You were heavily pregnant with twins at the end of the seventh month. It was tricky being alone with your son because you couldn’t do much especially when all he wanted was to run around.

‘’Mama is pregnant, baby. She is carrying two little humans inside her belly and we have to make sure we take good care of her so you can have healthy brothers or sisters.’’ Bucky explained to him taking him off his lap and placing him on the stool next to his. He stood up and walked towards you, placing his hand on your belly protectively while leaning to give you a quick kiss on the lips. ‘’Come sit, my love. You need to rest.’’

When you both settled down into your places, you both realized how Nakajima and Leah were looking at your little family. Surprised feathers were highlighting their faces.

‘’This is my wife Y/N, my son Steve and these little ones here who we don’t know the gender of but I think they are girls,’’ Bucky elucidated which made you chuckled happily.

‘’You must be Nakajima and Leah. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.’’ You gave both of them a handshake.

‘’I was just telling James how he needs to find a woman and even arranged a date for him and Leah. Now I understand what his big secret is. What a lovely little family you both have.’’ Nakajima smiled looking at Steve who was a little bit shy interacting with new people.

‘’You are very beautiful Y/N. Seriously I haven’t seen a more beautiful woman than you. Literally saw the light when you entered.’’ Leah turned to you with those lovely words.

‘’Thank you but with this round belly I’m anything but beautiful.’’ You both giggled at your joke.

'’Hey, you are carrying two children what more beautiful than that.’’ Bucky looked at you love all written on his features, hand never leaving your belly. You placed your hand over his as an answer and locked your fingers with his.

‘’Steve has a birthday on Sunday why don’t you two come and have some fun with us.’’ You invited Yori and Leah. ‘’It would be great to have you there.’’ Bucky added.

They both accepted. Your next meeting will be on Sunday and everything has to be perfect for your son’s birthday. Bucky’s little soon big family is where his heart belongs. Where he can feel you, kiss you, hear your heartbeat beating just for him and your kids, where he can love you and talk to his kids and love them as if every day is the last.

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bumbleklee · 3 years

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Hi I'm the anon who requested the Childe x zhongli x reader one. I deeply apologize I am so so sorry I should have specified but yes! Childe and zhongli are dating at the beginning, and poly at the end with reader. Only if your comfortable with it though! I'm sorry once again I should have specified more clearly T-T

original ask: Um feel free to ignore This ask but zhongli x Childe x reader where Zhongli and childe are dating and reader has been in love with both of them and thinks their love is unrequited, but they're happy with only giving love and not receiving anything in return. But then one day they meet someone new and start spending more time with them, pulling away from zhongli and childe which leads them to getting angry and confessing + jealous nsfw at the end. Feel free to ignore tho, no pressure. Have a good day and take care :)

hopefully i did you justice lol, i was still a tiny bit confused so i apologize if this isn’t 100% of what you were looking for but i hope you still like it!!! this is a part 1 of 2 and the nsfw work scene is going to be in part 2 (expect that in a couple days) PART 2 HERE

cw: polyamourous relationship, little bit of angst, a little over 3k words, hu tao has a brother in this named jiang

summary: your first crush is zhongli and when it’s evident he doesn’t like you back, you try to turn your feelings to childe. so when childe and zhongli start dating, your heart is shattered. thinking there’s no hope for love, you meet jiang. sounds great - the only issue? zhongli and childe seem to have a problem with this.

Alongside Zhongli, you were a mortician at the Wangshen Funeral Home. Over the months of working beside him, you had become quite close to him. In fact, Zhongli considered you one of his closest friends in Liyue. After long days at the parlor you would go out to dinner together and despite having to pay most of the time, you were happy to spend time with him.

Your feelings towards Zhongli were growing to be more than platonic but you could never tell him. You were too different from him and while you were sure he appreciated your friendship, you couldn’t imagine him reciprocating your true feelings.

So when you’re introduced to a young man named Childe, you thought this would be your way to weasel out of your one-sided love. Childe was cheeky and sweet to you, nearly winning your heart instantly. He hung around Zhongli often and it became unusual to see either of them alone. Slowly, your crush on Zhongli soon shifted to Childe.

Unlike before, you began to dress nicer to work if you knew Childe was going to be coming along that day. You examined the way Childe interacted with Zhongli versus you and the difference made you hopeful that Childe was feeling something for you. Sometimes he would even stay at the parlor with you if Zhongli needed to run out for a bit.

When Childe asked you to Wanmin for dinner one night, your heart swelled. You had been alone for too long and now a rich, handsome local from Snezhnaya was courting you, right?

You were giddy for the remaining hour of your shift, even telling Hu Tao that you had a date after work. When the time came, Childe waited for you at the entrance and you happily skipped beside him. He made a comment about how you seemed to be in a good mood and you could only chuckle - wasn’t he, too?

“Order whatever you want,” Childe told you once you both were seated at a table. Your eyes glazed over the menu, racing back and forth between too many options. You heard Childe sigh and you looked up briefly to see his fingers fumbling with each other. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you to dinner, huh?”

Beneath the table, your legs twisted anxiously. You hid your excited smile and tilted your head, trying to make a cute facial expression. Was Childe going to ask you to be his partner? Or was it too soon to do that? Despite your age, you hadn’t been on a proper date in ages. Were things different when you were a teenager than when you were an adult?

One of Childe’s hands made its way across the table and you let him take your own. His hand felt incredibly soft and warm and you wanted desperately to interlock your fingers.

“Since you're my closest friend in Liyue, I wanted to tell you this before anyone else,” Childe began. The first part of his sentence made your chest flutter but you decided to pay no mind to it. Perhaps you had just gotten closer to Childe than Zhongli lately. But what Childe said next made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, “I’m going to ask Zhongli to be my partner.”

“Like, work partner?” You said, your words catching in your throat. You knew exactly what Childe meant. How could you have been so stupid?

Childe let out a hearty laugh, “No, not a work partner. I want to be his boyfriend.”

Your hand fell limp in Childe’s and you swore you stopped breathing in that moment. Not only were you extremely upset, you were suddenly extremely embarrassed. You told Hu Tao this was a date! You face grew red and you averted your eyes to your lap. But it all made sense. Childe wasn’t talking to you in a special way - he was talking to Zhongli. Looking back on your personal conversations with Childe, you realized that most of them centered around Zhongli or Zhongli’s personality. You were just so infatuated with trying to please Childe that you hadn’t noticed.

“So, what do you think?”

What did you think? You thought it was the most stupid, heart wrenching idea ever. You thought Childe was the worst person in the world for leading you on (even though deep down you knew he didn’t really lead you on) and you thought Childe should just go back to Snezhnaya.

“Great!” You said, plastering a fake smile on your face, “I’m happy for you.”

Childe gave your hand a squeeze and finally let go. Your own hand slithered back to your lap where you grasped angrily at the hem of your shirt.

You ordered the most expensive item on the menu.

***

You spent the next few weeks putting up a false identity. The day after your dinner with Childe, he followed through with his idea and started to date Zhongli. You hated to admit it, but they were the perfect couple. Childe helped bring Zhongli out of his reclusiveness and Zhongli helped Childe become a more mature person.

Since both men were still your friends, they wanted to continue their relationship with you. And you didn’t have the heart to tell them to leave you alone. Now that they were dating, it was always the three of you and you quickly grew to their third wheel.

Childe offered to do commissions with you and, of course, Zhongli came along and your usual table during lunch with Zhongli had to be changed so a third person could fit. It was fun at first since Zhongli and Childe were still getting comfortable with their new dynamic but once they discovered intimacy and physical touch, you had enough.

Not only did you have to suffer through not one but two one-sided crushes just to have them start dating each other, now you had to sit by and watch them practically drool all over each other. Instead of going out to lunch with the couple one day, you made up an excuse about work you needed to finish and collapsed in a chair in Hu Tao’s office once they had left.

The funeral director looked at you over a mound of paperwork, “You’re not going out today?”

“And watch Childe try feeding Zhongli for an hour? No thanks.”

You crossed your arms, annoyed, and fixed your sight on the ticking clock on the wall. Hu Tao shifted her small body so she was sitting on her desk facing you, her legs hanging off the side and her feet kicking the side of her desk.

“What happened?” She asked. At her question, you broke and told your boss everything. Hu Tao sat and listened, staring at you concerned while you ranted about how you were convinced the world was out to get you. When you finished your vent, Hu Tao had a mischievous look on her face, “You just need to find someone new.”

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Yeah, no.”

“Believe me, Y/N, getting a new partner would help get your mind off Zhongli and Childe.”

“And where am I supposed to just find someone to date out of the blue?”

“Are you doing anything after work?”

Knowing Hu Tao, you were more than nervous to see what she had up her sleeve. Nonetheless, you avoided Childe and Zhongli for the rest of the day and cautiously left with Hu Tao. You walked behind her in silence as she led you into Liyue Harbor and to a rather large townhouse. She opened the front door and you followed her inside, immediately being met with a bustling and loud environment.

A child ran by your legs and Hu Tao shouted something inaudible at them. She turned on her heel to you, “Sorry for the chaos. You’re okay with staying for dinner, right?”

You nodded your head, realizing it was probably foolish to say no to your boss (it’s not like you had plans anyways). Hu Tao beamed and clapped her hands together, practically dragging you to the kitchen and shoving you down on a barstool. Beside you sat a rather good-looking man and Hu Tao soon introduced him to you.

“Y/N, this is my older brother Jiang. Please find him well.”

So, this is what the director had in mind.

Jiang held out his hand to you politely and you shook it gently, formally introducing yourself to him. For the next few hours, you and Jiang got to know each other. You learned that he was Hu Tao’s eldest sibling and was a teacher in Liyue Harbor. He was around your age and had a very kind smile. By the end of the night, Jiang expressed his interest in you and asked you on a proper date. Hu Tao only smirked giddily behind the counter.

You and Jiang grew close quickly. Your time spent with him was refreshing and for once, you were finally able to get your mind off Childe and Zhongli. You still saw Zhongli (and sometimes Childe) at work but your relationship had already faltered enough to add awkwardness to your conversations. If Zhongli tried to stop you and talk to you about something other than work, you made up an excuse to scurry along. Despite your new relationship, thinking about Zhongli and Childe caused a familiar pain to appear in your chest.

One night you couldn’t leave fast enough and Zhongli caught your arm, “May I have a word with you?”

“Right now?” You asked, glancing at the clock for emphasis, “I really have to get going.”

“Please,” Zhongli said quietly, “Just for a moment.”

You sighed, knowing you didn’t have a valid excuse rolled up in your sleeve this time. You nodded your head and slipped your bag from your shoulder back onto the chair in front of you. Zhongli retracted his hand from your arm, instead deciding to loosely cross them across his chest.

“Have we done something wrong?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“Childe and I have noticed your absence from our outings,” He explained, his tone remaining very flat, “We miss you.”

You wanted to scoff at him. You weren’t a part of their relationship, why did they miss you? “I’ve just been busy,” You said, “In fact, I started seeing someone.”

Zhongli’s expression at this statement was indescribable. It was as if he had a reaction but was trying to hide it behind tight lips. Even his usual bright eyes were unreadable. “I see,” He said simply. He paused for a moment before flashing you a cheeky, falsified smile, “I’d love to meet them. How about a double date this Saturday? We get off early then.”

You sent Zhongli a similar tight-lipped smirk, “We would love to. See you then.” And with that, you picked up your bag and rushed out of the funeral home, rubbing your temple. You had a bad feeling about this date.

***

Jiang picked you up for your double date at six. You couldn’t help but notice how ravishing he looked that night with his hair slicked back and expensive-looking clothes on his body. Upon further inspection, you could see the faint smudge of eyeliner lining his lashes. Gold jewelry adorned his neck and wrists and you could only assume Hu Tao spent hours making him look this good for you.

“Ready to go?” Jiang asked you, holding his arm out cheekily. You rolled your eyes and grinned, locking your front door and grabbing onto his arm.

You couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach but you didn’t let Jiang know. The last thing he needed was to hear about how the two men he was meeting tonight were former crushes of yours. To him, this double date was a simple outing between coworkers.

You were having dinner together at the Liyue Pavilion as per suggestion of Childe. You were worried about the price but Childe insisted that he would front the bill as always. Part of you missed having your meals constantly covered by the harbinger.

Jiang opened the door to the restaurant for you and you thanked him, slipping inside and spotting the two men you were meeting already at a table. Childe reached up to wave you over and you took Jiang’s arm in yours before heading over there.

“Childe, Zhongli,” You greeted your co-worker and friend, “This is Jiang, my boyfriend.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jiang smiled, reaching his free hand out to Childe and Zhongli who both shook it cautiously. After introducing everyone, you sat down at the table and Childe handed you a menu to look over.

Jiang was being overtly sweet to you, touching your fingertips and leaning into your side. You accepted the gestures, even daring to lay your head against his shoulder while he talked to Zhongli about the cor lapis industry. From the corner of your eye, you watched Childe’s jaw clench and his grip on Zhongli’s arm tightened.

“So, tell us about yourself,” Childe asked Jiang, his tone sharp. Jiang, sweet Jiang, only beamed and sat straighter in his chair, “Zhongli tells me your Hu Tao’s brother, correct?”

“Right! She’s my younger sister,” Jiang shook his head and chuckled softly to himself, “And I teach literature at the Liyue Xueyuan.”

“A teacher?” Childe nearly scoffs, “I suppose that’s why you live with your younger sister.”

Jiang seemed taken aback by this comment but tried to play it off by laughing. You felt a pang in your chest and shot Childe a nasty glare for his unnecessary comment but were only met with his sharp eyes. You swore you could see jealousy swimming in them.

“Now, now,” Zhongli interrupted, “Not everyone is as magnificent as you, Childe. No need to make others feel bad.”

You felt Jiang’s body tense and his eyes averted down to his lap for a moment. “Don’t listen to them,” You told him, “They’re just trying to be funny.”

“I would never dream of humoring you about that,” Zhongli replied to you, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. Aren’t we getting to know each other?”

At that moment, you knew exactly what Childe and Zhongli were doing. You noticed the way they were looking admirably at you and shooting daggers at your date. They were clearly trying to badtalk him and make Jiang seem undesirable in your eyes. Only you couldn’t seem to understand why. Shouldn’t they be happy that you finally found someone to potentially settle down with?

One more backhanded comment was thrown in Jiang’s direction and suddenly your partner stood up from the table. The expression on his face was heart-wrenching, “I’m going to use the restroom.” With that, Jiang hurried away from the table leaving you alone with both men.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You snapped, angrily waving your hands around.

“What do you mean?” Childe asked, batting his eyelashes at you in the most painstakingly annoying way ever. Your eyes narrowed and after finding his foot under the table, you stomped on it hard. Childe cursed and crossed his arms, looking down.

Zhongli, understanding Childe was being too immature, spoke up, “You shouldn’t be with him.”

You wanted to tear your hair out, “Who do you think you are to dictate who I can and can’t date?” Your voice was rising but you didn’t care, your frustration jumping out. “Never once have I meddled with your relationship but you think you can with mine?”

“You should be with us.”

Zhongli’s words made you freeze. Was this some sick joke? You wrecked your brain for an incident you caused in the past few months for them to be pranking you like this but you couldn’t think of a single one. Childe reached across the table to grasp your hands and you were still too in shock to pull them away.

“We love you, Y/N, and we should have told you sooner,” Childe says.

You shake your head, “I’m dreaming.”

“You’re not,” Zhongli says, placing his hands over yours and Childe’s, “Please say you’ll be ours.”

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked straight ahead. Zhongli and Childe looked at you with pleading eyes and you felt a rush of emotions explode inside of you. Both of your former crushes were confessing their love to you, asking you to be a part of their relationship. Never once had the thought of a polyamorous relationship crossed your mind but you certainly weren’t opposed to it.

“Okay,” You breathed out, “I will.”

***

Breaking the news to Jiang when he returned back to the table was hard. He was already fragile from being berated before and now you were breaking up with him. You knew you were going to earn an earful from Hu Tao on Monday but you decided to worry about that when the time came.

You had asked Jiang to step aside and in the simplest of terms, you tried to explain the situation.

“So, you’re breaking up with me to date both of them?” He asked in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. His voice was filled with cracks and you wish it didn’t have to be like this. Truthfully, he didn’t understand. How could you be with two people at the same time? “Is this a sex thing? Because I can try harder if that’s-”

“No!” You interrupted, “It’s not, I promise. My heart is just split down the middle for them.”

Jiang sighed again. He may never fully understand your relationship but he appreciated you telling him now rather than later. You offered to walk Jiang home but the man decided he needed some time alone - you didn’t blame him. You wanted to ask Jiang if you could remain friends but the words weren’t coming out of your throat. You watched as Jiang took one last look at you, then the two men at the table, before solemnly walking away and out of the restaurant.

You returned to your new partners and finished your dinner. Slowly, your mood was elevated again but the natural ache of your heartbreak lingered.

“Spend the night with us,” Childe says sweetly after paying the check, “We can help you feel better.”

The feeling of both men on either side of you felt foreign but comforting. You nodded to Childe’s request and Zhongli led the three of you back to his apartment. The next few moments were a blur and when you came to, you were being laid on a soft bed. Childe slid next to you and your arm instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, while Zhongli hovered above you. His warm eyes gazed into yours and you decided you could get used to this.

This new love was unique and plentiful as long as the three of you were on the same page, that’s all that mattered.

a/n: sorry this took so long! as you can see, it came out v long lmfao. requests are still open <3

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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Ruin our friendship

It might have started in 4th year or maybe it was during the time harry was on the run or during the war or during the lunch breaks at the auror office or during the hangouts when harry used to defend him or it may have started during the stay over harry used to insist upon. It may have started along the line but draco like every human inevitably developed feelings for harry and as much as he wanted to call out himself for such stupidity he immensely enjoyed the feelings.

The only problem was that harry was a huge flirt, hell that boy even flirted with Ron. It became a problem sooner when harry used to flirt with draco and he couldn't control his blush as much as he wanted to and to make it worse harry teased draco for blushing.

Harry was the host of the group and every gathering whenever happened occured at Harry's place. This happened so after they all had returned from a ministry party and decided to land by at Harry's place for a while.

" mione save me " Ron cried and threw himself onto Hermione who was enjoying the conversation with pansy and draco about some muggle work they had read recently. Apparently harry had been flirtatious again.

" it's fun" harry laughed when asked about why he did it so much.

" it might backfire you one of these days" draco told harry as he walked into the living room with snacks and sat down next to him.

" and why would that be?" Harry asked with an amused expression.

" either you might just end up alone or you might end up hurting someone's feeling " draco told him with an obvious face.

" I will not end up alone draco, I have you" harry winked at Draco and despite the alcohol running in his system he somehow succeeded at not blushing and instead he rolled his eyes. After a few month's of training himself draco had somehow became successful at not blushing, only merely though.

"in your dreams harry potter, I wouldn't ever date you " draco replied taking a chip from the bowl

" I'd end up with him though, only if I weren't gay" Ginny replied who was cuddling with Luna on the bean bag.

" you've already dated him Ginny, you don't count" Blaise groaned .

" seriously? You won't date me even if I were the last men on earth ?" Harry asked curiously

" I'd rather date a jellyfish" draco sarcastically replied

" your loss honey " harry chuckled and sprawled his legs over draco's, his feets incredibly close to .. well you know. A shiver ran down draco's spine which didn't go unnoticed by harry, he only smirked. Draco decided to ignore Harry's expression.

" honestly I would date harry, what's not to like, he's got a gorgeous body, amazing in bed, sexy , brooding, he's even kind and he's the fucking saviour of the wizarding world" Blaise replied as If it was too obvious

" and that is why I love Blaise "Harry threw a playful wink at Blaise who reciprocated.

" you both prats only love flirting" Hermione rolled her eyes, who was now sitting in Ron's laps

" harry but really, one of these days you'll actually have to end up with somebody you know" Hermione said

" my dear mione, I love your concern but I will end up with someone and I give you a 100% guarantee that I will. I just have to know if he likes me the same way. Until then flirting is my rescue" harry replied truthfully.

Draco was busy imagining what a relationship with harry would look like when he was shook by his shoulder by harry " what ?"

" we asked why haven't you started Dating anyone, the last one was, well who was your last one but now that I think you might actually be thinking of that someone " Ron teased to which in response draco flipped his finger.

" I haven't dated anyone since Astoria, I'm glad she's happily engaged by the way but I didn't thoroughly enjoyed dating her so it kinda ruined my dating perception. I have a few dates every now and then, few ended up with one night stands but that's about it " draco replied

" but isn't there anyone you like ?" Harry asked smirking. Draco wanted to throw a pillow at harry, who was he to ask when he didn't tell who he liked.

" I- uh - it's complicated" draco sighed .

" come on tell us, we love complicated " harry sat now more closer to harry, to the point that if he moved any closer then he'd be sitting in draco's laps.

" it doesn't matter , harry " draco sternly replied.

" oh come on, spill the beans" Blaise threw a pillow at Draco resulting in draco throwing one back at Blaise only for him to catch it.

" come on " harry egged him on completely oblivious of the effect he was creating on draco.

" you didn't ask harry that much , why me ?" Draco whined

" because love you're special" pansy joked

" it Doesn't matter really, that asshole doesn't like me " draco replied subtly looking at harry

" well he sure is an asshole then" pansy replied who along with Hermione gave him sympathetic looks.

" I'm going to ignore how Blaise know Harry's good in bed" Ron mumbled and the room broke into laughter.

It was after 11 when everyone decided to depart to their own houses.

" draco mind staying a bit, I have a case work related thing I wanted to discuss " harry said just before Draco was getting up to leave. Despite the sudden absurdity of the request draco stayed till everyone left.

They both sat down at the kitchen counter to discuss the case. Apparently the case included the poisoning of the victim which left certain Ill effects like sudden transformations only lasting for 15 minutes and strong love interests in a weirdly animal way.

" from what I'm getting it might be something in between of amrotentia and polyjuice potion only going incredibly wrong. Although the transformation from polyjuice potion requires a strand of someone's hair but the diagnostics says otherwise " draco read the case carefully

" the diagnostics are still a bit unsure " harry replied looking at Draco intently reading the other side effects of the some sort of poision

" whoever made that potion wasn't intending on killing anyone, actually it doesn't even seem like a poisioning case but it's uncertain. I think I might be able to run a better diagnostic of the potion if I could look more closely at the components of the victims blood And - I - what ?" Draco finally looked up at harry who now was sitting incredibly close to draco and staring at him.

" harry " draco whispered but harry had pushed the files away.

" I think you'll mess up the order -" draco was cut off by harry

" screw this, tell me about the guy you like" harry was intently looking at Draco's face or more so lips.

" I- don't think it's a good idea, it doesn't matter " draco replied stuttering

" I don't care , tell me about him " harry replied still looking at Draco's lips. If Draco didn't know better the top of his ear were definitely pink and he was finding it incredibly hard to keep himself from blushing.

" tell me what's he like " harry pestered again

" we- well he's good looking, he's got a great body , he's got a great personality too. He's great with my friends and above all he accepts me for me, he's kind hearted, he plays it off as if he's too cool for everyone but he's a softie and I know it. He's got the most gorgeous eyes and his hair, as bad as it may look like I always think off running my hands through his hair. Everytime I look at him I just want to kiss him but -" Draco rambled on looking at harry, his eyes travelling from eyes to his lips until harry cut him off

" then kiss him, just kiss him"

" but he doesn't feel the same way" draco replied looking at Harry licking his lips

" you'll never know until you ask draco " harry bit his lip .

" what if I ruin everything ?" Draco asked breathing shallow from the intense proximity of Harry's face

" fuck ruining everything. It's already ruined draco " Harry's voice came out more as a rasp

" but what if-"

" shut up and kiss me draco" and draco did . He did and he did it over and over again and he pulled Harry's hair and he tugged him closer and he bit his lip too and he fucking enjoyed it.

Harry kissed draco too, pushing draco against the counter not leaving even a little space between their bodies. He kissed him breathlessly, moaning into the kiss and deepening it with every second, fighting for Dominance in each other's mouth, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of draco's lips over his.

" are you serious harry ?" Draco asked breathlessly as they separated for air

" fuck I've waited for this for so long . I've never been more serious. Are you ?" Harry asked not moving his hand from draco's waist.

" me too " and they kissed again and they kissed over and over again.

It was 3 months later when Hermione found about harry and draco's secret relationship when she walked in on harry and draco making out in Harry's office while she had just came in to discuss some official work and left the office with excitement. The news spread in the group like a fire and it wasn't late before during one of the gathering at Harry's place the news turned into a source of entertainment.

" this guy is the biggest hypocrite ever" Ron laughed

" what were his sentences again -"

" the guy's an asshole "

" and it doesn't matter "

" it's complicated "

" oh and how he wouldn't date harry even if he were the last guy on the planet "

" he'd rather date a jellyfish"

" look who's in the trap "

They all roared into laughter while draco buried his face in harry's neck, hiding his face which now was scarlet red from blushing from embarrassment while harry was laughing.

" you're supposed to support me, you're in this too you know " draco mumbled in Harry's neck.

" it's not my fault babe but these were your words " harry chuckled. Draco groaned but thoroughly enjoyed this.

Draco decided that he could easily enjoy this, he could easily get used to the teasing as long as it was harry who held his hands and kissed him every now and often in reassurance. He thought yeah, maybe he could enjoy this for the rest of his life, he easily could.

Day 2 - running fingers through hair

Day 4- the missing piece

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