#melting at the slightest hint of stress or emotion

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Izuku Midoriya - Fluff Alphabet

Fluff Alphabet Headcannon with Izuku~

Request are open!

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Activities - What they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think Izuku would be trying as much as he can to make this relationship great but he'd be pretty chill concerning dates and acitivities

Like he wants to do things for his s/o, wants to spend a lot of time with them but he also knows that there is no absolute need to do extremely big things

Dates with Izuku could vary from study dates, walks in town, having lunch together, these kind of casual and peaceful dates

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

We know that if there is anyone that doesn't judge the others, it's Izuku and I think that applies to his s/o too

His s/o is perfect and he'll fight anyone that tries to say otherwise and if asked, I think he'd say that they have a beautiful heart (as sappy as it sounds)

He'd love how his s/o would stay by his side, support him and help in anyway they could (hero or not)

Izuku would admire their will and determination to be his number one supporter

Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/ have a panic attack?

He would definitely know what it feels like as he's quite anxious himself

If this boy ever sees his s/o showing even the slightest hint of a panic attack he'll drop everything and go to them

Izuku will drag them away from the people around, even if there aren't that many around and then tries his best to find something to distract them or calm them down

Breathing exercises, comforting talks, hugs, everything it takes to help his s/o get back to a more stable emotional state

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Izuku wants to be the number one hero to follow his childhood dreams but as he starts his relationship with his s/o, this dream evolves a little

He wants to be the number for them. He wants to be there to protect them, to care for them and also to make them proud

This boy is the type to grow up into a strong but still precious man and he wants his s/o by his side

Also he'd also probably be the type of person that wants to have a family, their own house and children if they can and all of that with his s/o

Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it depends on the type of person that his s/o is but I imagine Izuku as someone that will adapt though he'd naturally be passive

He doesn't mind having someone that takes the lead, if anything it spares him the stress of planning, making a choice and other similar things

Though if he's dating someone that doesn't want to take the lead, he'd do it, though still acting very shy and wouldn't look as confident as other people.

For example it'd be that type of situation where the two would be in a restaurant and none of them would want to order and Izuku would do it just so his s/o would feel comfortable

Fight - Would they be easy to forgive his s/o? How are they fighting?

I don't imagine him being able to actually be mad or hate someone that he loves

It would already take a lot for something to lead to a fight and if either him or his s/o end up upset, Izuku would only need to look at a picture that he likes of them together for the anger to melt away

If it's his s/o that is mad at him, he'd give them space if they need but he'll try his best because he hates being on bad terms

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

This boy is infinitely grateful for his s/o's presence and he'll feel forever thankful to them

Obviously, he's aware of all the little things that they do for him (he even writes them down in specific notebooks) and he tries to match the effort by doing just as much for them

The bigger the favour, the more he'll work for his s/o to feel just how grateful he is

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Not only is this boy uncapable of lying, but I think he also wouldn't want to lie to them

Izuku believes that communication is the key and the biggest part of any relationship and he applies it

No matter what happens to him, if the boy deems it necessary to share it, he'll tell them. He'll always be honest and make sure not to hide anything to his partner

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow or the other way around?

His s/o wouldn't actually have changed Izuku, however, they do help make him feel more confident

Maybe he might have actually gotten them to change as this fluffy boy tends to shower his friends and his lover in affection and positivity

It would be most likely that Izuku would help soften his s/o if they're a bit cold or too rough with people

Jealousy - Do they get jealous eaily? How do they deal with it?

Izuku trusts his s/o with all his heart, meaning that it makes it a little more difficult to be jealous as he's not worried at all about random people

He might be jealous when it's with people that he knows are close with his s/o if they really pay more attention to them than to him but he's not the type to get extremely jealous, extremely quick.

If he is jealous, he'd probably try to make subtle hints at it as he doesn't want to seem like the pushy guy. He will be more likely to come and hug his s/o to get their attention or take their hand in his but he wouldn't do something that could be too much

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He's a clumsy kisser

The first kiss is something he'd probably laugh about with his s/o as it would have probably been messy and a little difficult

Though, he really tried his best to get better and while it's not completely messy anymore, it's still a bit clumsy here and there, especially when he gets carried away

I feel he'd prefer to kiss his s/o's cheek, forehead or other places

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Okay, so either he didn't confess or he did it by accident because there is no way this shy bean managed to do that

If he confessed him by accident, it would probably be because he'd be rambling to Uraraka and Iida about how to confess and you'd happen to be passing by

He'd almost faint because of how he got caught red handed and he didn't planned for that to happen like this

If his s/o confessed instead of him, Izuku would still almost faint because of how flustered he'd be

Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose?

Izuku's marriage proposal would be planned up to every single detail and anyone who would mess it up better watch out for themselves because he won't be kind about it

Unfortunately, it would also mean that his s/o would probably feel something coming from miles away even if they don't have a specific idea of what it is

Will be the type to try and do a marriage proposal that feels magical like during a travel, at an aniversary or even a scenery spot that he has pinpointed especially for that day

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

His nicnkames for his s/o: Sweetie, honey, bunny or a nickname that resembles their name

He'd love any nicknames for him though it would probably match his like honey or bunny.

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious for other? How do they express their feelings?

Izuku is a flustured but blissful mess when in love

It is extremely obvious and anybody can see it from ten miles away. For example as a pro hero, it doesn't last more than a few weeks (or maybe a few months if he's lucky) before he gets a "dating scandal"

Izuku would mostly express his feelings with words of affirmation and encouragement. It can go from little notes here and there, support for anything his s/o wants to achieve or even just placing his entire attention on them

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy when others are watching?

I think Izuku would be honest about what he feels and his relationship, he doesn't feel the need to hide it specifically

He feels shy if people look at them but he doesn't hide either, simply looking away or looking down

Though, if it starts to invade his privacy like fans that don't respect their intimacy, then he might put a stop to it but other than that, he never really hides his affection

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in their relationship.

There is nobody that can put a brighter smile on his lips than his s/o

If Izuku ever feels down, a simple call to his s/o and even just a few words of encouragement are enough to lift his mood. It's even better if he manages to get them with him and get a hug because it will bring a bright smile to his lips

Somehow, the longer the relationship, the easier it will make his goal of being the number one hero

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Izuku is a little romantic but not entirely cliché

Sometimes he's search for some date ideas or little things that he can do for his s/o and then he adjusts them or improvise to fit their relationship more

For example, he'd take the idea of offering flowers but instead of just choosing roses, he'd search for their favourite flower. He might also try and prepare homecooked meals with candles and everything on special days like aniversaries

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

This boy is the definition of supportive

As he has quite the big dream himself, he knows how much support is helpful so he'd never hesitate to encourage his s/o

Obviously, he believes in them and will never ever doubt that they'd make it to their objective

"Anything you want is possible and I believe in you, no matter what."

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Izuku isn't someone that would "get bored" with his s/o as he's happy even just being with them and spending with them

He wouldn't need to spice it out and would even like the routine

Not that he would say no to try new things if his s/o asked but Izuku wouldn't search for change himself.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

That might be something that other people criticize how empathetic he is with his s/o but he is and he worries about his s/o's emotional state all the time

He knows a lot about them though he always says about how he can't actually know everything but he knows enough to understand them and notice the things that make them uneasy or when they're feeling bad.

Talking with him about how they feel is very easy and there is no taboo or anything that would make his s/o uneasy.

Value - How important is the relationhip to them? What is its worth in comparison to other things in life?

Please, never let anyone ask him what is more important between his relationship with his s/o and his dream of becoming the number one hero

He'll panic and if someone lets him think about it too much he might even cry out of guilt because he wouldn't know which one to choose and he'd feel bad for his s/o.

He honestly wouldn't be able to choose and in the end, it would end up being a question that must not be asked because it triggers him

Wild Card - A random fluff headcanon

He loves to be pampered with affection and sometimes when he's tired he might even crawl from where he's sitting on the couch to reach his s/o

He'd snuggle his face against their stomach and he enjoys all the hugs and cuddles he can get

If his s/o brush their thumbs on his cheeks and Izuku will just melt and become putty in their hands

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Izuku needs love at every occasion he can, he's just a little too shy to openly request it

Most of the time, he'll come steal a quick hug, silently ask for a quick kiss by snuggling to his s/o or just hold their hand

Though in private if he really need attention, he could completely come and stick himself to them hoping to get that need fulfilled.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

Izuku's way of coping is by sending messages and requesting facetime calls when he can't be with his s/o

He doesn't specifically need to talk to them the entire time but he wants some news at least once a day to make sure that everything is going well

It happens that sometimes his s/o and him calls many times a day depending on their mood and most of the time, the calls last for at least an hour

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He's willing to go veeery far for his s/o

We always see how far he already goes for his friends like Shoto or Katsuki so he would probably go even further for his s/o

Even more when he becomes a pro hero, he'll then become even more protective because he knows how many villains might try to get to him by getting to you

Though, if anybody ever actually hurt you, that would be the end for them. Either the end of their life of the end of whatever form of freedom depending on how well Izuku would be able to contain his anger

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oh hello!! i found your blog and i’m so amazed at what you write! i’m unsure if i’ve asked here before, or if this is my first time. how would the lords react to a young F!reader who has liquid mercury wings, and also doesn’t know how to smile (yet)? lil ‘kuudere’ mercury angel lmao. i hope this isn’t too much to ask ^^ tysm and stay safe!! 💛

Thank you! 💛 This is my first time getting this ask. I've interpreted it as more of a child/young teen reader, let me know if you envisioned it differently!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Congratulations! You've just been adopted! 🎉🎉🎉

All of Alcina's mom instincts just clicked on the minute she saw you. You're so small. So cute. She felt the same instant connection to you as she did to her three daughters.

Without even being able to really process it, you're given a room, an entire new wardrobe, and three older sisters who adore you just as much as their mom does. Honestly, it's a little disorienting.

Alcina is a little worried about the fact that you seem to have no real emotions, but she's a patient lady who believes firmly in communication. If you like something and tell her, she believes you. Some people just don't emote that well, after all. She gets used to it very quickly.

(And if anyone even so much as makes a snippy comment about your face or tone, they're straight up dead.)

She is the kind of mom who wants ALL the pictures of her darling children, and makes you sit for many, many formal portraits--some of which she even paints herself.

She likes incorporating Angelic imagery in all of your portraits, too. Your wings are beautiful, and she wants to make sure that you never have insecurities about your appearance or your abilities. If she can show even 1/10th of how perfect she finds you, she calls it a mission accomplished.

Alcina never expected you to smile for her, honestly. You had limits, and she respected them. But when she unveiled the newest family portrait--with all of her children featured prominently--to her surprise she spots a small, trembling smile on your lips.

And when you say 'Thank you, Mother'? Alcina gets really emotional, and even a little teary eyed.

She Immediately drops to her knees and pulls you into the BIGGEST hug. You are always welcome.

Donna Beneviento

But if you're baby, and I'm baby, then who's driving the bus?

Donna does not know how to interact with you. She's already quite inexperienced with social interaction, and without the feedback that she normally gets from people's facial expressions, she's left floundering.

She's really trying her best, too! It's just, your voice doesn't even have the slightest bit of inflection. Are you happy? Sad? Give her a hint she is suffering.

Your deadpan tone just CRACKS Angie up, though.

Angie bridges the gap in your relationship. She is talkative and wacky, which fills the awkward silences between you and Donna very easily.

Similar to Donna, you find it very easy to talk to Angie! She doesn't force you to smile, or talk, or do anything you might be uncomfortable with. She's playful and loud, so you don't have to try very hard around her.

Eventually you two reach a peaceful, relaxing medium. Donna slowly accepts that your words are meant to be taken at face value, and with that realization a lot of the stress between you two melts away.

Also, if you let her make you clothes? She👏is👏 LIVING👏

She loooves to make things for you, and the wings only offer a welcome challenge. She's never worked with anything like that before, and she's so excited!!!!

Angie also wants you to fly around with her in the yard! The three of you actually have a lot of fond memories of outdoor tea parties where Donna primly sits in a chair, watching with a small, happy smile on her face as you flutter through the air with a SCREECHING Angie in your arms. She's having a BLAST!!

It's the first time she sees you smile, too, and it just makes her own smile grow. She never thought she'd have another sibling, but life really is full of surprises, isn't it?

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore is SO concerned...

You're really young, left alone, with an obvious physical difference that can be spotted a mile away. Someone could target you very easily, and despite your wings he doesn't know if you could safely defend yourself. He really wants to help you out, but uh...

Kids are consistently terrified of him? He doesn't know if you would accept his help or run away screaming.

...but your clothes are so ratty, and it's so cold outside...

Moreau decides to sneakily leave you some cheese and a spare scarf on a rock in plain view. When he sees you put the scarf on and absolutely DEVOUR the piece of cheese, it steals his resolve.

He winds up leaving you a small trail of cheese pieces that lead to his home, and sets up a small separate nest like area for you. It's entirely enclosed, warm and far enough away from his room that he hopes it won't spook you. This will work great!

Little does he know, that you were only a few paces behind him the entire time, and when he finally finished with the setup, he turned around to find you hovering in the doorway, expression blank as always, and mouth full of cheese.

Moreau screamed

You seem happy enough with the new setup, though, and begin to follow Moreau around like a baby duck.

Dr. Moreau Time: He does give you the occasional exam to test your reflexes. He's worried a little bit about the composition of your wings--Mercury is a chemical that is known to cause madness and nerve damage with extended exposure, especially in young children.

He wants to ensure that you're safe from harm, both physical and mental!

One night, many weeks later, when you two are seated side by side watching a movie, you flop into his side with a small smile on your face, and fall asleep. Moreau tries not to wake you up with his overwhelmed sobbing.

Karl Heisenberg

Hello?? Child?? Why are you here???

Karl doesn't quite know what to do with you, at first. He's not bad with kids, per se, but it's suspicious for him that you just so happen to have a variant of his metal powers and were found wandering around outside the Factory.

He suspects Mother Miranda immediately--are you a spy? Another one of her victims? He doesn't know, and until he does you will be fed, clothed, and kept at arm's length.

Once he confirms your lack of involvement in her schemes, he engages with you a lot more.

Initially, just kind of baffled by the fact you don't emote, but upon further thought he totally gets it. Emotions suck, man. You don't gotta express more than you have to around him, he's cool with it.

He's more used to being a Fun Uncle rather than a dad (he's totally helped Alcina's daughters sneak out and cause mischief before this), so he only vaguely knows that you should probably have a bedtime, regular meals, and a social circle? He'll halfheartedly try to enforce stuff, but if you push back at all he just let's it go.

He, uh, will also let you help him mess around with corpses for the soldats? Definitely not age appropriate, but still, he wants to share his passion with you and teach you a little bit about metalwork.

One day, he does a little metal bending trick in front of you and makes you a flower, just to show off. Your eyes just LIGHT UP and the tiniest little smile shows up on your face, and when you reach your hands out to grab it--

Something deep in his chest just seized up all of a sudden. Shit, that's cute.

Shit, does that mean he's attached??? FUCK, WHEN DID HE GET ATTACHED??

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[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Pregnant!Female!Reader) pt. 14

Hannibal reads too much into Max's attempt to reconcile and cult girl revisits her past.

@wisesandwichshark @pearlstiare

Trigger warnings: discussions of death, abandonment, military casualties, emotional abuse

You soon returned to the opera knowing you had nothing to hide. Hannibal selected for you an off-white maternity gown so form-fitting it was practically painted on. He wanted everyone to see that you, his queen, empress and goddess, were carrying his child.

It only took that evening for the whole dynamic to change. Suddenly, you were an expectant new mother. Imogen had been a massive hit, you were planning to go again.

You were affixing your heavy cubic zirconia earrings when you heard a knock at the door. You hesitated, but hurried down the stairs when you saw who it was.

"Max?" You said, upon opening the door. He stood there awkwardly, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Hi?"

"Hey, [F/N]." Max greeted, eyes darting nervously around the porch. "I just came around to apologize in person. I'm sorry I was such a chauvinist prick."

You leaned against the door. "Oh?"

"You were right." He continued. "I don't know what it's like to carry a baby, and, unless something goes very wrong, I never will."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." You smiled.

"Anyway, these are for you." He said, handing the bouquet over. "They're chrysanthemums."

"Thank you, Max." You said, accepting the flowers.

"Archie and I-" He scratched the back of his head. "We thought that, maybe, if you'd still have us, that we'd name the baby Chrysanthemum. With your permission, of course."

"Like the picture book?" Your face lit up. "With the little mouse girl?"

Max nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, exactly."

You hugged the bouquet into your chest and considered it again. You looked back at Hannibal, who hadn't looked up from his expectant fathers' website for a second all day. He surrounded himself with books about child psychology, attachment theory, developmental behavior patterns and somehow found himself on a tangent about institutionalized misogyny in medicine.

"I'm sorry, Max." You said, sincerely. "I really do appreciate you coming down here and apologizing, but-"

Max put his hands up and gave you a disarming smile. "I understand. Plans change."

"I just really want to stress that it's not you." You assured him. "I've kind of... really grown to like the idea of being a parent. And I think that was Hannibal's plan all along, too."

"I believe a congratulations is in order, then." His voice turned up in delight. "I'm very happy for you. Both of you."

You clutched the bouquet to your chest. "Thank you."

"Well, I'd better get going." He stepped backwards down the stairs. "I've got three pints of Ben and Jerry's in the backseat and Archie'll have my head if I come home and they've melted."

"Max, wait." You stopped him before he could get down the driveway.

"Hm?"

You leaned against the threshold and smiled warmly. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"

Max returned the smile. "Of course not."

You waved goodbye and shut the door. You hurried to the kitchen to put the flowers in water before you had to go.

"Who was that, love?" Hannibal asked, half-heartedly. He was still very fixated on his research.

"Max Thomas-Park." You answered, unwrapping the flowers from the decorative plastic.

Hannibal looked up from his computer, but left the room silent for you to fill.

"He wanted to make amends." You explained. You walked across the room to the china cabinet and selected a vase big enough to hold the ornate bouquet. "Brought flowers and everything."

"Chrysanthemums?" He asked, sniffing the air.

"I see your sense of smell is coming back." You commented.

"Interesting selection." He narrowed his eyes on the bouquet.

"Well, he said that was what he wanted to name the kid." You offered. "It was a cute pitch, not gonna lie."

Hannibal shut his laptop and examined the bouquet up close. "If he wanted to express regret, he would have done better to bring you blue or purple hyacinths."

"Well, like I said." You made a point to project a little more. "He said he wanted to name his daughter chrysanthemum."

"Mums are given to show sympathy for those in mourning." Hannibal continued, clearly having his own conversation.

"Hannibal-"

"I think your cousin got her hooks in him and he's planning to--" He cut himself off, lest he speak the unthinkable into reality. "That's why he brought mourning flowers."

"Max Thomas-Park is conspiring with Anna to kill our unborn baby?" You said, flatly, to emphasize how insane he sounded.

Hannibal held a bloom between his fingers and looked closely at it. "It's the kind of hint I would leave. For courtesy's sake."

"I think looking at parenting blogs all day has made you a little paranoid." You observed, knowing full well that an overprotective husband and soon-to-be father of your child was not a bad problem to have. Nevertheless, you shut the laptop and touched his cheek. "Come on. We're going to be late for the opera."

You heaved yourself into the passenger's seat of the car, feeling the seat give beneath your heavy frame. Every time you got into the car, you remembered that you needed to shop for a car seat. The thought just as soon left your mind every time. 

“We need to look for a car seat.” You said as Hannibal shut the door, hoping that he’d remember. 

“I mean,” Hannibal blurted out, still lost in his own conversation. “Max is a cultured and well-educated man. He has to know the implications of his flowers.” 

You huffed, dreading to think that paranoid delusion was symptomatic of his parenting style. “Right. The twenty-seven year old data analyst who graduated with a finance MBA from UChicago is also proficient in the outdated and frivolous language of flowers.” 

“In Italy, mums are only given as comfort for loss.” Hannibal said with undeserved conviction. “Exclusively, [F/N].” 

You rolled your eyes and typed something up on your phone. You raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit proud of yourself for what you found. 

“In Korea, y’know, the country that Max’s family is from,” You corrected. “The chrysanthemum is a symbol of friendship.” 

Hannibal tensed up for a moment, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. It was as if he were trying to break himself out of a trance. “...I’m sorry, darling.” 

“I know you’re scared.” You stared at his profile, trying to make out an expression. “I’m also... pretty scared. But you can’t take it out on a guy who has nothing to do with it.” 

“I am scared.” He affirmed, but the way in which he did was a telltale sign that he wasn’t giving you the full story. 

“Of?” You raised your eyebrow. “Finish the sentence, Hannibal.” 

"I need to keep our baby safe." He answered. "And I cannot in good conscience let her come into the world knowing that someone wants to hurt her. To hurt you."

You sighed. "Hannibal, are you seriously still worried about Anna?"

"Don't underestimate the role privilege and entitlement plays in the decision to commit acts of violence." He enunciated carefully. "You of all people should know that."

"Anna has cultivated such a perfect victim image to project outwardly that even a hint of proactive violence would shatter it." You explained. "She's the poor girl who has things done to her. Her evil cousin ruined her marriage. Her evil cousin destroyed her career. And she's the innocent victim in all of it."

"Logically, I know that you can speak on her behavior with more authority than I." Hannibal admitted.

"No shit." You scoffed. "I had to live with her."

"Can we at least entertain the idea that she has something planned?" He pleaded.

"I'm surprised at you." You said. "You never really struck me as the overly-cautious type."

Hannibal shook his head. "With my own life, I'm willing to gamble. But not when it's you. And not when it's Imogen."

You tensed up. His admitted willingness to put himself in danger unlocked a core memory you had buried deep down. The only thing you knew about your own father was that he was willing to put himself in danger. To go overseas and die for fuck-all instead of live for the child he selfishly created then abandoned. He chose to give his life for oil. You didn't choose to grow up without a father and your mother didn't choose to raise a child without a partner. He made that choice for you.

"Now what are you not telling me?" Hannibal broke you out of your trance. "I know that look, [F/N]."

"Nothing." You shook your head. "You should really not plan on dying anytime soon."

"I promise you, I am not going anywhere." His voice softened. "Least of all, to Iraq."

"Okay, you're a pretty good therapist but you never told me you could read minds." You threw your hands up in defeat. "Are you a psychiatrist or are you Loki?"

"As fun as being the god of mischief would be," Hannibal smiled to himself. "I just happen to have a steel-trap memory and an admittedly quite obsessive fixation on the mental health of the mother of my child."

"I swear to god I never told you about him." You denied. "Not even in passing."

"You didn't have to." He assured you. "Beatrice did."

You were surprised for a fraction of a second until the information sat in your head long enough to realize it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Beatrice took every opportunity she got to brag about her son's sacrifices. She never once mentioned the sacrifices he forced upon you. Only that her son was a hero.

"Did you get the 'don't believe anything [F/N] has to say about my son' speech?" Your voice flattened in complete non-surprise.

"It was a prepared speech?" Hannibal chuckled. "Pity. I thought I was special."

"She gave it to my first boyfriend." You rolled your eyes. "We were, like, fifteen."

"The root of your psychological issues becomes clearer every time we talk about Beatrice." He commented under his breath.

"I know." You conceded.

He pulled into the parking lot, turned the car off and placed his hand over yours.

"Your father was a coward." He said, bluntly. It was nice to hear what had been echoing in the back of your head out loud for once. "I know no country to serve. No god to glorify. I promise, you have the whole of me. My mind, body and soul belongs to you and our child."

You squeezed his hand. "I couldn't ask for anything else."

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[puppiesandnightlock]

Breakdancing and Romancing chapter 5

Hiiiiii i’m back with another chapter i’m so sorry for the (what, 2 month delay) long delay, but here’s a new chapter, hinting at DRAMATIC NOOSHY BACKSTORY!!

“I dunno. But, i’mma go. See ya!” Porsha sped off into the theater.

“It’s alright Ash,” Buster said. “Johnny’s right, when she's ready, she’ll tell us.”

‘Never.’ nooshy thought. ‘I will never tell them.’

As soon as her vocal lessons were over, she rushed out without so much as a ‘Bye!’. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran.

Eventually, she realized that she was on the fourth floor of the building, where no one ever really went. It was just a bunch of empty dance studios.

‘Perfect,’ she thought.

Locking herself in the one farthest from the door, she sat in the middle of the room and turned on the radio. Skipping stations, she settled on one and stretched. Her favorite song came on, and she let it melt her worries away.

She danced and danced, her talent ridding her of stress. Unbeknownst to her, those from the floor above(Johnny and Ash) had heard the music and had come down to investigate.

“Stress reliever.” Ash whispered, but Johnny wasn't paying attention in the slightest.

He was captivated by the lynx, her moves full of the emotion that had been bugging her for the longest.

“Hello? Earth to Johnny!”

“I uh.....what?”

“I said, we have to go before she sees us! This is her way of getting rid of stress. If she goes past her time limit, I'll come down and get her.”

“Why not me?”

“I don't trust you not to freeze.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve never frozen!”

“Yeah right. Let’s go.”  

quietly, they slunk upstairs. About an hour later, she had tired herself out, and turned off the radio. She set everything back to where it was so no one would know she was up there. Sneaking downstairs, she snatched her script out of her backpack and hurried to the stage.

After a few weeks, she had gotten used to the schedule and would sneak to the fourth floor every now and then to clear her head. Everything had fallen into place, and everyone had forgotten about the incident with the alley.

The only one who hadn't quite forgotten was Nooshy herself.

Porsha’s prediction that it would eat her up and Johnny’s that she would say when she was ready were both wrong. No one expected it to come out the way it did, but one unfortunate day, well, you could say it got dragged out of her in the most hurtful way possible.

Porsha, Johnny, Ash, and Nooshy were sitting in a circle, going over a few of the scenes that were most important, until suddenly....SLAM!!

The crystal doors crashed open. A male lynx in business attire surrounded by several bodyguards strolled through the door.

“Um, excuse me. Who are you?” Buster asked. “We’re in the middle of rehearsal here and..”

“Nooshy? Is that you?” the lynx interrupted, walking up to stage.

Instantly, she put up her hood and continued to face the wall.

‘It can’t be. No, no, no! Not happening. It’s not real.’ She thought frantically.

“Hey, you alright?” Johnny asked, noticing her panic.

“What? Oh yeah, yeah. Keep going. It’s your line, Ash.”

“Uh, ok.” As Ash proceeded to read her line, the lynx pulled down Nooshy’s hood.            

“Hey!” Porsha exclaimed. “What is your problem, dude?”

“Oh my gosh, it IS you!”

Slowly, Nooshy turned around and said, “Hello.” through a forced smile.

“What’s a street rat like you doing in the most prestigious building in town?” the lynx laughed.

“I could ask you the same thing...Andy.” she replied sweetly.

“Street rat?” Johnny stood up, bristling with anger.

“Andy?” echoed Ash and Porsha.

Andy chuckled and said, “Actually, I go by Anderson now, and yes, street rat.”

“Can it, Andy, we’re not little kids anymore,” Nooshy muttered.

“Why are letting this jerk call you a street rat?” Ash said impatiently.

“I dunno.” she shrugged, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting.

“Because she knows where she stands. You remember this chat, don't you....street rat?” Andy sneered, looking at the girl in front of him, watching her hands start to shake.

“Don’t do this, Andy. Not now.” it came out more of a plead than a warning.

“So, this is a musical?”

Buster nodded hesitantly.

“And she has the main role?”

again, he nodded.

Andy scoffed. “So, you gonna sing, street rat? Gonna sing like mommy?”

A surge of anger burst inside of nooshy. “SHUT UP!!  You don't get to talk about my mom.”

“Was it you? Those drums?” She avoided his teasing gaze, her eyes blazing in anger.

“That performance....those drums. That beat. You know that beat very well, don't you?”  

“STOP IT.”

“Almost as if it was taught to you. Who could it be?”

“QUIT IT ANDY!!”

Tears of anger pricked her eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Johnny intervened.

“No, Johnny. It’s not worth it.”

“Oh, who’s this? Your boyfriend?” at this, both turned beet red and went “NO.” in a very loud tone.

“This is my best friend. I’m also his dance coach.” Nooshy explained.

Ash coughed loudly and Porsha giggled, both taking pleasure in watching this awkward situation unfold. Unfortunately, their actions only made it worse.

“Shut up!” Nooshy hissed.

“Daddy taught you that beat. You still dance? You gonna dance like your daddy taught you?”

“THATS IT. SHUT UP ANDY.”

Still, he kept antagonizing her, this time hitting the most sore spot in her body.

“Your parents...were ashamed of you.”

“Shut up.” she whispered.

‘Not true. Not true.’ she thought to herself, not that she believed it.

“You could never sing like your mom, could never play an instrument like your dad.”

She was fighting the tears that wanted to fall, though it exhausted her. She couldn't let him see that he could break her with a few simple words. ‘Never let them see that they get to you.’ subconsciously the thought echoed in her brain.

“SHUT UP!!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” Nooshy screamed suddenly, the thoughts, the voices, everything that was caterwauling inside of her exploding.

Before Andy could respond, he got shoved to the ground. He looked up to see a scowling Porsha, who had just been joined by the others.

Frantically searching for his guards, he saw that they were being held back by several security members. Buster held a walkie-talkie to his mouth and said, “We need more security to the theater. I repeat, extra security to the theater.”

Panicked, Anderson looked for a way out. Instead, he saw Nooshy on her knees, face in hands, desperately willing herself not to cry. Johnny was next to her, hand on her back, attempting to comfort her.

Smiling, he called, “You will never make your parents proud. You will forever and always be that street rat who could never amount to anything.”

“That’s it, i’m gonna go help the other beat him.”

Johnny stood up to go with the others, leaving his desolate friend for a second. Security had just arrived, so he wasn't needed.

“Um, nooshy’s gone.” Gunter said. They all turned around to see what he was talking about.

She was bolting out the door, having lost the fight with her tears.

“Wait!” Ash yelled. “Come back!”

“It’s useless. She’s too fast for any of us.” Meena groaned.

“Where could she have gone?” Rosita asked.

The group looked at Johnny expectantly.

“What?”

“You know her better than anyone,” Buster said.

“So, where is she?” Porsha demanded.

“Jeez, what am I, GPS? She’s in a place where she feels safe....” Johnny racked his brain for where his best friend could be.

‘Park, downtown, the ice cream parlor....please not an alley...wait!’ he recalled her saying that if she ever felt like she wanted to hide, she would just go home. He snapped his fingers.

“Her apartment!” he declared. “Let’s go!”

“I dunno. But, i’mma go. See ya!” Porsha sped off into the theater.

“It’s alright Ash,” Buster said. “Johnny’s right, when she's ready, she’ll tell us.”

‘Never.’ nooshy thought. ‘I will never tell them.’

As soon as her vocal lessons were over, she rushed out without so much as a ‘Bye!’. She didn't know where she was going, she just ran.

Eventually, she realized that she was on the fourth floor of the building, where no one ever really went. It was just a bunch of empty dance studios.

‘Perfect,’ she thought.

Locking herself in the one farthest from the door, she sat in the middle of the room and turned on the radio. Skipping stations, she settled on one and stretched. Her favorite song came on, and she let it melt her worries away.

She danced and danced, her talent ridding her of stress. Unbeknownst to her, those from the floor above(Johnny and Ash) had heard the music and had come down to investigate.

“Stress reliever.” Ash whispered, but Johnny wasn't paying attention in the slightest.

He was captivated by the lynx, her moves full of the emotion that had been bugging her for the longest.

“Hello? Earth to Johnny!”

“I uh.....what?”

“I said, we have to go before she sees us! This is her way of getting rid of stress. If she goes past her time limit, I'll come down and get her.”

“Why not me?”

“I don't trust you not to freeze.”

“What are you talking about? I’ve never frozen!”

“Yeah right. Let’s go.”  

quietly, they slunk upstairs. About an hour later, she had tired herself out, and turned off the radio. She set everything back to where it was so no one would know she was up there. Sneaking downstairs, she snatched her script out of her backpack and hurried to the stage.

After a few weeks, she had gotten used to the schedule and would sneak to the fourth floor every now and then to clear her head. Everything had fallen into place, and everyone had forgotten about the incident with the alley.

The only one who hadn't quite forgotten was Nooshy herself.

Porsha’s prediction that it would eat her up and Johnny’s that she would say when she was ready were both wrong. No one expected it to come out the way it did, but one unfortunate day, well, you could say it got dragged out of her in the most hurtful way possible.

Porsha, Johnny, Ash, and Nooshy were sitting in a circle, going over a few of the scenes that were most important, until suddenly....SLAM!!

The crystal doors crashed open. A male lynx in business attire surrounded by several bodyguards strolled through the door.

“Um, excuse me. Who are you?” Buster asked. “We’re in the middle of rehearsal here and..”

“Nooshy? Is that you?” the lynx interrupted, walking up to stage.

Instantly, she put up her hood and continued to face the wall.

‘It can’t be. No, no, no! Not happening. It’s not real.’ She thought frantically.

“Hey, you alright?” Johnny asked, noticing her panic.

“What? Oh yeah, yeah. Keep going. It’s your line, Ash.”

“Uh, ok.” As Ash proceeded to read her line, the lynx pulled down Nooshy’s hood.            

“Hey!” Porsha exclaimed. “What is your problem, dude?”

“Oh my gosh, it IS you!”

Slowly, Nooshy turned around and said, “Hello.” through a forced smile.

“What’s a street rat like you doing in the most prestigious building in town?” the lynx laughed.

“I could ask you the same thing...Andy.” she replied sweetly.

“Street rat?” Johnny stood up, bristling with anger.

“Andy?” echoed Ash and Porsha.

Andy chuckled and said, “Actually, I go by Anderson now, and yes, street rat.”

“Can it, Andy, we’re not little kids anymore,” Nooshy muttered.

“Why are letting this jerk call you a street rat?” Ash said impatiently.

“I dunno.” she shrugged, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting.

“Because she knows where she stands. You remember this chat, don't you....street rat?” Andy sneered, looking at the girl in front of him, watching her hands start to shake.

“Don’t do this, Andy. Not now.” it came out more of a plead than a warning.

“So, this is a musical?”

Buster nodded hesitantly.

“And she has the main role?”

again, he nodded.

Andy scoffed. “So, you gonna sing, street rat? Gonna sing like mommy?”

A surge of anger burst inside of nooshy. “SHUT UP!!  You don't get to talk about my mom.”

“Was it you? Those drums?” She avoided his teasing gaze, her eyes blazing in anger.

“That performance....those drums. That beat. You know that beat very well, don't you?”  

“STOP IT.”

“Almost as if it was taught to you. Who could it be?”

“QUIT IT ANDY!!”

Tears of anger pricked her eyes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Johnny intervened.

“No, Johnny. It’s not worth it.”

“Oh, who’s this? Your boyfriend?” at this, both turned beet red and went “NO.” in a very loud tone.

“This is my best friend. I’m also his dance coach.” Nooshy explained.

Ash coughed loudly and Porsha giggled, both taking pleasure in watching this awkward situation unfold. Unfortunately, their actions only made it worse.

“Shut up!” Nooshy hissed.

“Daddy taught you that beat. You still dance? You gonna dance like your daddy taught you?”

“THATS IT. SHUT UP ANDY.”

Still, he kept antagonizing her, this time hitting the most sore spot in her body.

“Your parents...were ashamed of you.”

“Shut up.” she whispered.

‘Not true. Not true.’ she thought to herself, not that she believed it.

“You could never sing like your mom, could never play an instrument like your dad.”

She was fighting the tears that wanted to fall, though it exhausted her. She couldn't let him see that he could break her with a few simple words. ‘Never let them see that they get to you.’ subconsciously the thought echoed in her brain.

“SHUT UP!!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!!” Nooshy screamed suddenly, the thoughts, the voices, everything that was caterwauling inside of her exploding.

Before Andy could respond, he got shoved to the ground. He looked up to see a scowling Porsha, who had just been joined by the others.

Frantically searching for his guards, he saw that they were being held back by several security members. Buster held a walkie-talkie to his mouth and said, “We need more security to the theater. I repeat, extra security to the theater.”

Panicked, Anderson looked for a way out. Instead, he saw Nooshy on her knees, face in hands, desperately willing herself not to cry. Johnny was next to her, hand on her back, attempting to comfort her.

Smiling, he called, “You will never make your parents proud. You will forever and always be that street rat who could never amount to anything.”

“That’s it, i’m gonna go help the other beat him.”

Johnny stood up to go with the others, leaving his desolate friend for a second. Security had just arrived, so he wasn't needed.

“Um, nooshy’s gone.” Gunter said. They all turned around to see what he was talking about.

She was bolting out the door, having lost the fight with her tears.

“Wait!” Ash yelled. “Come back!”

“It’s useless. She’s too fast for any of us.” Meena groaned.

“Where could she have gone?” Rosita asked.

The group looked at Johnny expectantly.

“What?”

“You know her better than anyone,” Buster said.

“So, where is she?” Porsha demanded.

“Jeez, what am I, GPS? She’s in a place where she feels safe....” Johnny racked his brain for where his best friend could be.

‘Park, downtown, the ice cream parlor....please not an alley...wait!’ he recalled her saying that if she ever felt like she wanted to hide, she would just go home. He snapped his fingers.

“Her apartment!” he declared. “Let’s go!”

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Only You

( Angel Reyes x Reader )

trigger warnings : none i think, guys being dudes, soft at the end. Language maybe.

word count : 2.1k ish

You were difficult to figure out, that was one thing you knew very well. You’d grown up around teenage boys all your life, being rough, chaotic and careless is all you knew. It’s who you were. Everyone knew that, but what no one knew? Was that you very, very capable of having a soft spot for someone. It was rare, when you were in highschool you swore to yourself there wouldn’t be another man you’d let close to your heart, and you were doing so well being, well, that bitch™, that when you met Angel Reyes, it threw you off, horribly so. You didn’t know how to handle it, you saw him, and you wanted to make sure he was taking care of himself, which, was likely that he wasn’t. It only got worse when you and him quickly became the best of friends. For some reason, when you started liking him a little more than the rest of your friends, you were lost, so unfamiliar with any emotions, having shut that out eons ago. Somehow, you’d worked it out in your head that you had to be more mean to him than the rest of them.

You had come home late from work one night, you were exhausted, and very much irritated when you heard rustling and noise behind your door. Nearly groaning, you shoved the key in your door and let yourself in, clearly, the boys had done the exact same who knows how long ago. You dropped your bag, and keys on the table before wandering into the very noisy living room where Angel, Ez, Coco, and Gilly were sat on your couch, feet up, beer in hands. Clearing your throat was what caught their attention, their cheers of excitement hurting your pounding head. They looked happy, and relaxed. You wouldn’t admit it but that was your favourite thing to see. Except, Angel. He didn’t look impressed.

“well look who decided to show up.” he said with an unimpressed tone, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, sorry I came home late to guests I didn’t invite over.” you muttered, pulling your coat off and setting it aside. “next time i’ll let the boss know I can’t take the last shift there might be a bunch of weird men in my home.”

“you sure it was just a late work shit? You not fucking your boss?” he asked with a hint of.. something? In his tone. Who the hell did this man think he was? Rolling your eyes once again, you didn’t have the patience to fight with Angel tonight, you’d said your boss was attractive once in response of him gushing over some girl at Vicky’s and he hasn’t let it go since.

“Why? You jealous?” you asked, and very quickly got a reaction, he got defensive.

“No.” he nearly spat “why would I be jealous of your boss?” his arms crossed over his chest. The rest of them watched with wide eyes. Except Coco, who was too invested in Tiger King.

“Because you want to fuck me.” you said blatantly, he, and Gilly, choked on their beers as Angel quickly tried to regain himself.

“I do not!” he protested, coughing and wiping at his face.

“mhm.” you hummed, pushing off your boots and heading off to the back, wanting to just have a shower before getting comfortable for the night, hoping to forget, even for just a moment, that there was a bunch of home invaders in your living room. Just as you were shutting your bedroom door, you heard mumbles and a then very clear conversation.

“You wanna fuck [Y/N]?” Gilly asked Angel, Ez could only laugh, he knew his brother, he knew he did.

“no.” grumbled Angel.

“Isn’t that kind of gay?” asked Coco. “I mean - she’s one of us, she’s literally beat you up, she’s a bro. That’d be like fucking me.” You snorted at that, of course he’d say that shit. Always. “Isn’t she.. a lesbian?”

Next you heard “Oh shit I thought she was too.” from Gilly.

“She’s not a lesbian! She thinks Bucky Barns is hot, she’s said she wants him to crush her head with that metal arm of his.” Said Ez, you heard Angel huff like a child.

Great, you thought to yourself, now you have a living room full of idiots trying to figure out your sexuality. You grabbed a towel, rolling your eyes at your friends, and went for your shower. Washing away the days stress, replacing the stench of oil and hard work with your signature cucumber, aloe vera scent. You settled on a thick sweater and plaid pj shorts before heading back into the living room where you expected to see the rest of your friends, now more ready to deal with them until you went to bed, but when you saw no one, you grabbed a water and headed to sleep.

The next few days were an endless series of hectic, and tiresome hours put into work, every day something went wrong. You hadn’t been so close to having a total breakdown in forever, but the weight on your shoulders felt so heavy. You couldn’t wait to go home, you had the next two days off and you couldn’t wait but dream of catching dreams and nothing but that. But when you got to your door, it was unlocked. Pulling the gun from your waist, you cocked it and raised it as you entered, only to find Angel at your table with his head in his hands. Setting down your things, you locked the door behind you and shed your work clothes.

This was a routine whenever either one of you had a particularly hard day, you turned to one another, despite the endless banter, you two easily fell into being each other’s safe haven. You deemed it to be because you understood each other, like best friends did, it worked. At some point, though, you’d began to fall for Angel and you had no idea how to deal with it.

“am I okay to shower?” you asked softly, crouching down beside where he sat, running a gentle hand over his head. He aches for your affections, even the slightest of your touches calmed the man, but he knew that you had to be the one to instigate it. You hated physical contact, it was rare you trusted, let alone liked someone enough to let them touch you. You were picky with it. Angel respected that, though he did sometimes want to just pull you into a hug when his world was spinning, yet he didn’t. You saw it in the way that he involuntarily followed your hand that it was a hard day for him, when he nodded, you gently squeezed his shoulder. “okay, take off your kutte and boots and go lay in bed, i’ll be there after, okay?” when he nodded again and began to move, you headed off to the bathroom quickly to rinse off.

Not all that long after, you’d met him in your room, like you promised. You wore pj shorts, and a tank, he was in his wife beater and boxers. You climbed in, and lifted the comforter wordlessly, inviting him in. He quickly settled against you, his face laid against your chest. You trailed your fingers over his back, drawing soft shapes on his skin a mark that didn’t stain much more than his mind. You both laid in a comfortable silence, his hands were secured at his sides, eventually yours sat in his hair, playing with the short strands as he listened to your heart beat. He never thought he’d be more thankful for someone else’s beating heart.

“Do you like Bucky Barnes more than you like me?” he asked, breaking the silence after a while. You furrowed your brows slightly and looked at him. You saw his glassy brown eyes staring right back at you. Your heart melting at the sight.

“Angel, Bucky is a fictional character.” you answered simply.

“So you do.” he said in disappointment, sighing. Jealousy hung heavy over his head, perhaps it wasn’t just that, perhaps he had an exceedingly difficult day. When he started pulling away from you, you wrapped your arms around his head and pulled him in, the gesture was.. sweeter and much more gentle in your head, but everyone knew you weren’t the most graceful, so you accidentally jabbed him not only in the eye, but also picked his nose for him. Dismissing the fact that you did that, you took his face in your hands and had him look to you.

“Bucky Barnes has nothing on you.” you said, doing your best to sound reassuring.

“What about his arm?” he asked, puppy eyes on full display. This man will be the end of you.

“I’d let you run over my head with your bike.” you told him, trialing your thumbs over his cheeks. Something inside you told you that there was a fine line between platonic and romantic, and that you’ve both bolted passed that line ages ago, in private, at least.

“you really mean that?” he asked yet another question, you knew you were playing into his ego but you could only give in to him.

“i do.” you said, yawning. He wrapped his arms around you again, and settled back down. Shutting his eyes. You had a few minutes at best before you were out, and Angel knew that once you started yawning, it only took a little while till you were out.

But the next morning, when you slowly started to come back to the world of the living, you heard Angel mumbled something into the phone. Being the nosy son of a bitch you were, you listened in. “I don’t know, man. All I know is that if I don’t leave now, I don’t think I ever will. She doesn’t see me the way I see her, I can’t force this on her, I’ll lose her for good and I’d rather have her as a friend, but I can’t lose her. On god little brother I can’t.” he mumbled, and you felt your chest heat up. He was talking about you. To Ez. Shutting your eyes again for a moment, you took a deep breath and climbed out as you heard him rustling around. You grabbed one of the blankets, surrounding yourself with it to try to warm back up after your toes were kissed by the cold. You headed out of the room, your toes padding against the hard wood floor. You’d caught him in the middle of opening the door, and talking to Ez still.

“Please don’t leave.” You said, your voice soft, almost timid. Angel turned around, looking at you all wide eyed.

“Wh - huh?” he looked at you dumbfounded.

“Come back to bed, I’m cold.” you said, clutching the blanket tighter.

“[Y/N], I - I have to go.” he responded, fumbling with the phone in his hand as Ezekiel yelled at him to get his head out of his ass on the line.

“You’re an idiot.” You quickly shuffled closer to him, letting go of your grasp on the blanket, you reached up, cupping his face in your hands and you lead him closer to you. Looking into his eyes, you felt his hot breath brush against your face, taking a second to really look at him before connecting your lips to his in a soft kiss. This was definitely crossing the friendship line, but he was intoxicating. “Don’t leave now. Don’t leave ever.” you said when your lips parted for air. Your eyes on him, all you heard was his heavy breathing, and the cheering on the other end of the phone.

The sight of you right then and there let Angels heart melt into puddle, he hadn’t seen it before but you looked at him like he was the world, and he was, he was your world, even though you’ve quite literally sucker punched him in the stomach for taking your last cheese bun.

“So she’s not a lesbian right?” you heard Coco ask everyone.

“Coco I’m gonna beat your fucking ass.” you said, grabbing the phone before hanging up. “but first imma eat yours.” you tried to say in a serious voice, but the moment Angels face twisted in disgust, you lost it.

“Way to ruin the moment.” he groaned.

“You want me to bring the moment back?” you asked, raising a brow at him when he nodded. You reached up, brushing back his hair, taming the bed head ever so slightly, you brought your hands down to his beard, scraping your nails gently against it as you brought your lips back to his. “give me another kiss then, baby.” your voice drawled out softly, meeting his lips in a soft, yet passionate kiss.

Taking his hand after a few moments, you pulled him back to the bedroom, he was completely caught in a trance. So, as you walked, you set his phone aside, you pushed off his kutte and tossed it on the couch, you unbuttoned his flannel and tossed it on a close by chair. “Are you trying to fuck me?” he asked, bewildered.

“No, not right now.” you chuckled softly. “I want to lay with you, I want your warmth, and your smiles, and your laughter when I tell you some stupid joke, I want your arms around me. I want to hold you. Only you. Let me feel safe in your arms because I don’t anywhere else.” you admitted, pulling him into you. He looked like a lost puppy as you spoke, but then he fully dove into you, not wanting to look back.

“and after our nap? I’m making waffles.” you said in your donkey impression, making Angel roll his eyes. “Angel baby.. When we fuck I’m gonna moan like I think Donkey does when he and that dragon fuck, okay?” you ask, entirely serious.

“oh god please no.” he laughs, hiding his face in your chest.

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oh shoot! sorry i’m dumb HA! it was the general section but if it could be a lil more angsty thatd be amazing! sorry again!

Note: Thank you so much for requesting! You were my first request so I’m very excited for this. I hope you don’t mind but all of my fanfics have a happy ending. I did make this angsty until the very end, I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1,988

Warnings: Angst, some lies? Nothing really here to worry about!

Prompt: “I won’t hurt you.” & “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

Requested by: Anon

You followed close behind him as you strolled through the planet’s market. Throughout your partnership with the Mandalorian, you’ve become like his shadow. That’s how he liked it though, you’re always close by and safe under his watch. 

It wasn’t difficult to be a partner to the man you’ve come to know over several months, but it was a confusing relationship nonetheless. 

It’s hard not to fall for a man who has saved your life countless times before. It did feel a little foolish to love someone who you’ve never seen without a helmet. That didn’t stop you from becoming fond of him though, but the relationship had never been officially talked about.

Din had taught you so much over time. You hadn’t shot a blaster before until Din required you to learn in case something ever happened, that was a part of his agreement if you were to stay by his side to raise the child.

Some may not believe it because of his cold exterior, but he was a careful man. He never wanted to place you in a position where you’d find yourself uncomfortable by his actions, and so he treaded lightly in his ways with you.

He was not familiar with friendships that he had to maintain each day, which is the reason Din attempted to show his care for you in small subtle ways. Like the time he came home with a new pair of boots for you and left them on your cot without a word. No comment on why he did so, but he was satisfied with himself when he saw you wearing them everyday afterwards.

You stepped forward to his side instead of following behind him, looking over at him as you asked.“Do you think we could stop somewhere to eat this time?”

His helmet turned towards you in acknowledgment of the conversation, a pause of silence before he responded. He hated to stop anywhere and always had. He couldn’t enjoy a meal publicly, so there was never a reason for him to stay in a place longer than necessary. However, he had to make compromises when it came to you and the child.

“Yeah, I know a place here.” He finally agreed.

You found yourself in a little spot no less than ten minutes later. Normally, Din would handle business nearby if you were enjoying a meal safely tucked away in a corner somewhere, but he had no bounty to hunt today.

The bone broth was hot and fresh when it was served. The smell filling your nose, a reminder of how far you’ve walked throughout the day to create such an appetite. You didn’t mind the silence from Din as he waited beside you while you enjoyed your meal. It was normal in your routine together to be in a comfortable silence.

“Excuse me… Din?” A woman caught the attention of both you and him.  You awkwardly looked at her mid-slirp of the dish.

Your mind finally processed what she said.  It wouldn’t have been weird that she knew Mando, but no, she said Din. A name that felt almost too intimate to say outside of the Razor Crest. You learned of his birth name one quiet night under the stars.

He looked at her at the same time as you. No emotion was shown through the visor of his helmet, but you watched the way his body stiffened at the sight of the beautiful woman in front of you. And that was confirmation enough that he must know her after all.

“Rann?” He responded, seeming as shocked as her by the encounter. 

“I can’t believe you’re here…” Hurt flashed across her face momentarily before she brushed it off and continued. “What are you doing back?”

“I needed supplies.” His comment is simple and short. Much like Mando with everyone.

It appeared the both of them forgot you were sitting at the table before her eyes trailed towards you. She cleared her throat awkwardly with her hand out to shake yours. “I’m Rann… And you are?”

The question seemed innocent enough, but the way she said it rubbed you the wrong way instantly. You put on a smile and shook her hand, “(Y/N), Din’s partner.”

She looked between you and Mando, an uncomfortable energy surrounded all three of you as no one knew where to go next. Her shoulders straightened and she stepped back, her eyes solely on the man in armor. 

“Well, consider coming to see me sometime, alright?” She left him with a soft smile on her face, and then she was out the door.

You found yourself watching Din. His silence that was once comforting now brought in some uneasiness for you. That was weird, right? And since when did Din start telling others of his name? You thought to yourself. They seemed to know each other a little too well. 

“How do you know her?” You couldn’t catch yourself from asking, the words falling past your lips as the worry increased in your face.

This time his helmet didn’t turn. His view remained locked in the direction of where she once was. His hand stiff on the table and he was uncomfortably sat in the chair. No longer attempting to relax in his spot like he usually would with you.

“An old friend.” He comments. His voice that once made you melt now seemed to bring a feeling of queasiness instead. You knew something wasn’t right here, and it was only a matter of time that you found out.

+

You stirred awake without a reason. The Razor Crest wasn’t moving, which meant you never left the planet like planned before. Your heart screamed at you that this wasn’t right and there was something to be concerned about. You could feel a form of adrenaline shooting through you and you had no reason to be this anxious.

Your feet touched the cold metal of the ship. Now out of your cot, you noticed Din nowhere to be found. It’s a ship, there aren't many places to disappear to after all. The door sealed shut with the lock activated and nobody but you and the child left inside. 

That was a relief, at least you knew he was where he was supposed to be. Safe and sound asleep in his little closed off spot. Tucked away from the dangers in the world, how it should be for a child.

Though the nervousness didn’t fade in the slightest. Din was nowhere to be seen, and he had never left without telling you before. This isn’t who he is and that wasn’t how your relationship worked. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the door opening now. He seemed just as surprised to see you awake as he entered from the outside.

“You’re awake.” He comments, his voice quiet and reserved. As if he wasn’t a personal friend of yours. You nearly shivered at the coldness of his tone.

“Yeah… You left?” You asked cautiously. Why did you feel the need to walk on eggshells suddenly?

“Yes,” He said as if that was the end of his answer. No hint of him willing to provide any other information. Din has always been a man who kept to himself but this was ridiculous and out of left field.

He walked past you and attempted to ignore your heavy watch on him. Heavy guilt weighed on his shoulder and started to eat away at him slowly.

It’s hard to listen to your gut feeling when it is telling you everything you don’t want to hear. It’s much easier to pretend you didn’t notice that small voice telling you the unmistakable truth. However, you weren’t one to choose easy paths anyway.

You found the confidence to ask the question even if you dreaded it. “Where were you tonight?”

He paused at the ladder in front of him. Din could’ve ignored the question and climbed into the cockpit without a word, but he couldn’t be that cruel to you. However, he still couldn’t find it within himself to answer the question. He knew he could’ve easily lied of his whereabouts, what proof would you have against him in doing so? Even then he couldn’t bring himself to do it though so he remained silent instead.

You looked across the room now. Your stare remained firm from afar even if you couldn’t see his eyes behind the visor. The both of you held eye contact for a moment.

Much like earlier in the day, a familiar sickened feeling washed over you again. This time with a more certainty behind it. A small saddened laugh left your lips, a sound brought out as your body attempted to not break down in stress. You knew where he was deep down and every part of you screamed her name as the answer. Her face flashed through your mind and her voice repeating the name she introduced herself as earlier. Runn.

“With her?” You smiled, a soft smile at him. A smile forced on your face, though not by choice, but by survival.

His silence shouldn’t have been an answer and somehow it was. When he looked away from you, it was an answer enough. Jealousy was a stupid emotion to cry over but jealousy brought something much worse with it, and that would be the devastating feeling of heartbreak.

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?” You chewed on your lip for a second to gather up the courage to continue. Your voice quivered as you did so “She was something more, wasn’t she?”

You didn’t want to continue this conversation that was clearly one-sided. You shook your head as you turned around back to the cot. His quiet ways were speaking for him and it wasn’t doing him any justice in the matter. 

Footsteps followed behind as his softened tone called out your name once.

“No!” You nearly screamed, your emotions getting the better of you. “No, I’m not doing this. You see who you want and do what you want because I’m done.” 

He watched carefully at your outburst. What could he say to make this better?

“I take care of you, I spend all my time with you and the child, and I’m not the one you choose? Maybe I shouldn’t be here because all you bring is pain, Din.” You speak full of bitterness towards him.

“I thought I wanted her,” His voice finally caught up with his thoughts. He had blurted out the words, but they remained sure. He continued now that you watched him with an unsure and hurt expression. “I thought I wanted her. That’s why I went to see her, but I was wrong.”

You looked away from him, “What do you want, Din?”

“You.” 

He walked the few steps to stand in front of you. Emotions weren’t his strong strong-suit. It was probably the only thing he found himself struggling in, but he continued in an attempt to save the only thing he needed in life. 

“I’ve messed up, but I know now that I need you. This won’t happen again, I won’t hurt you again.”

You looked at him. For once you wished you could see behind the helmet. To know what he looked like in his confession. To know if he was speaking the truth, and that he wanted you over everyone he could choose from in the galaxy. Instead you leaned into his arms to feel them wrap around you without hesitation, a small squeeze that provided a comfort you didn’t know you could feel from such a simple action.

In the sudden high of your embrace, the words that he only meant to think to himself had slipped out instead. In a quiet voice that caught you off guard, you heard the words “I’m sorry it has taken me this long to realize I love you.”

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Freudian projection is characterized by some as a defence mechanism employed by those who are struggling to accept difficult emotions or truths. Rather than admit or addressing the feelings, the emotions are projected onto someone else. Perhaps that is why Osamu Miya was particularly willing to accept your unfaithfulness. After engaging with his friends and brother in the group chat, the Onigiri Miya owner’s lack of satisfaction in the answers compelled him to further research the matters discussed. There were threads on social media of what conspired earlier that day. Some accounts were evidently false while others held a candor that could not be falsified. The more information he consumed, the lower his heart sunk until it had reached the pit of his stomach, soon to be tormented by the acids inside.

Was it solely a coincidence that the description provided in most accounts on Bokuto’s mystery girlfriend fitted you perfectly? Of course, it was not. The MSBY Ace admitted to being in your company for the evening. Hell, the proof was slathered across social media. There was no shame.

But why label yourself as his girlfriend publicly? It was obvious that he would learn about it sooner or later. 

Some spectators had posted to elucidate that the mystery girlfriend arrived only to save the MSBY player from hoards of fangirls who were bordering on harassment. So, did you do it to save him? You were never one to abandon your friends, despite the situation.

“She loves you, idiot.” He mumbled the reminder to himself in a scold. It was stupid to believe that you would cheat on him with his friend. He knew you loved him.

Of course he knew it. You loved him, and only him.

Yet a little voice in his head questioned whether his recent neglect had forced you into the arms of another. But the Ace was the last person he expected you to turn to. Your relationship with Iwaizumi, or even Oikawa held far more potential to evolve into something romantic. Ache spread across his chest like a wildfire at the mere thought of you with someone else.

The tiny noise of the lock clicking to an open hauled his attention from the nightmares projecting inside of his head back to the living room apartment. Removing the cap from his head, he attempted to burn the insecurity embedded in his thoughts as he proceeded to greet you at the front door. A weak smile twitched at the ends of his mouth disguising the flood of emotions he was drowning in.

“Oh, hi there. I didn’t expect to see you waiting for me like a little kitten.” A titter expelled from your lips as you stepped into the apartment, with the food containers held snugly against your stomach. Intoxicated by the excitement of finally spending some quality time with your fiancé, you were unable to detect the hints of pain scattered across his visage. “Here, you can start eating. I’m just gonna change into something else.” The plastic bag containing layers of food was offered out to the black-haired male, who was losing to the battle of insecurity waged against his mind. 

“Okay.” As he accepted the bag, his fingers brushed against yours, drawing his attention subconsciously to your hands. He was not actively searching for confirmation of your unfaithfulness. He certain was not… because you loved him. 

But if you loved him, and only him… Why was the ring symbolizing your love no longer snug against your finger?

The threads woven neatly together to disguise his emotions slowly loosened until all that remained were shrivelled pieces, serving no purpose. But you were already making your way to the bedroom, unaware of the torment that your carelessness had bestowed upon him.

Did you want him to suffer? Was that it? Were you seeking attention? Was this all a revenge ploy after what occurred with Ichika? Did Atsumu tell you something?

Truthfully, he would prefer that than knowing you loved someone else. You could seek all the revenge in the world, as long as you remained with him. He would accept it willingly.

But first he had to know – did you still love him?

Once the food containers were placed onto the table, he immediately began walking towards the bedroom, his quest for answers outweighed his appetite.  

Inside of the bedroom you were sat at the vanity, attempting to unhook the necklace from around your neck, but upon seeing your fiancé’s reflection, the hook was released from your fingers. The slightest hint of tears could be traced at the bottom of his eyelids, and with his greyish irises, it resembled a storm seconds from brewing. 

“Samu?” Instinctively you rose from the chair, quickly removing the space between you two before taking his hands in yours. His eyes landed on your intertwined fingers praying he was incorrect in his observations earlier. But alas there was no ring. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you love me?” The inquiry was voiced dejectedly as he searched your face for an answer. Generally, you were an open book with your emotions. Whether it was love or hatred, each emotion would alter your features in a noticeable manner. Right now, concern prompted little wrinkles to form at the edges of your eyes. But with the question registering upon your ears, disbelief brought your eyebrows to narrow.

“Oh god. That’s what has your panties twisted? I thought it was serious. You know that I love you, gremlin. Sorry to break it to you, but you’re mine forever now.” Irritation gnawed at your heart – how could he question your love? Was he really in any position to do so?

“Where’s your ring, y/n?” The words were whispered softly, barely overpowering the sounds stemming from the television in the other room.

“My ring?” A quizzical expression contorted your features, instinctively your gaze travelled from your left hand to the purse located on the vanity. “Right, it’s in my purse. I took it off for the shoot, but I guess I forgot to put it back on. Give me a second, I’ll go get it.” To retrieve the handbag his hands first had to be released, but to Osamu the loss of physical contact resembled a physical blow. Weakly he caught your shirt, forcibly halting your movements.

“Did you tell everyone that you’re Bokuto’s girlfriend?” Relinquishing the control he was struggling to maintain allowed his insecurity direct access to his vocal cords. There was no stopping him now.

“What? Well… Yeah but …” 

“Why?” His voice sliced through yours, despite the fact it was quite clear that you were seconds from explaining yourself anyway. The unexpected interrogation was beginning to damage the limited patience you had. Drained from the activities of the day, it was only natural that you were not mentally capable to handle the additional stress. Not when it stemmed from misguided assumptions.

“Because he was being harassed by some crazies, so I had to save him!” There was much more you desired to add, harsher sentiments but to silence your rage, you bit the insides of your cheeks until they were raw.

Osamu paused evaluating your answer, your version of events aligned with the spectators. As he thought, you took it upon yourself once more to save a friend. So why was he still taunted by the voice in his head?

“Is it true?” He instantly regretted it, seeing how it sent any restraint you mustered to wither away.

“What the fuck, Samu. Are you kidding me right now? I’m not cheating on you!” Hurt laced with rage shimmered in your y/e/c irises. Instantly you swatted at the hand confining you to him. Hearing the sincerity laced in your declarations awoke him from his fever dream.

You wouldn’t lie to him. No. He was the one lying to you. He was the idiot.

“I can’t believe it. You’re the one who is always missing. You are the one who hasn’t barely looked at me for months. You are the one who ditches our plans. But you’re accusing me? I can’t…” Desperate to focus on anything but him, you ripped your gaze from him, subconsciously searching for an escape from the situation. “I… I’m gonna stay at Akari’s tonight. I can’t do this. There is only so much I can take.” The ache weaving into your bloodstream would not stop you from leaving. The weight of his words poisoned the usually welcoming atmosphere of the apartment. It no longer felt like home. But if you were being honest, it hadn’t felt like home in a while.

Osamu thrusted a palm against his face, panic surging from his heart into his muscles. They had all warned him, and somehow, he still managed to dig his own grave.

“No please… Y/n. I’m sorry,” The little cracks in his voice constrained your movements, bringing your hands to lower from the dresser containing your clothes. “I’m just stressed, and I said some stupid shit. I know you love me, and if there’s anyone who needs to explain it’s me,” He knew his words alone would equate to a band-aid on an open wound, and so he slowly proceeded in your direction, his fingers twitching before he rested them lightly on your hips, guiding your back to align with his chest. “Don’t go. Please.” His whispered pleads were followed by a gentle kiss that was applied to the area behind your ear. The gesture ignited a fire in your chest, one that began melting away the rage that was clouding you.

“Listen to me,” With an intake of breath for courage, you adjusted yourself to face him. “I’ll be anything you need me to be, but I will not be your punching bag. You don’t get to question me when it’s my heart on the line.” Your heavy eyelashes fluttered up at him as you squinted just a tad, challenging him to even try to dispute your words.

But he knew better by now.

“I know. I’m sorry. Please.” Slipping an arm around your waist, your frame was ushered to his as a small kiss was placed against your lips. “I don’t need you to be anything but my wife.” His response prompted your heart to complete a flip, and for once you hated yourself for loving him more than life itself.

But when his mouth returned to yours, urging you to forget the accusations that were made against your character – your loyalty, you did. At least for the night.

Let’s do it again, shall we -  Freudian projection

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Din Djarin Cuddle Headcanons

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Warnings: Mostly fluff. Touch starved Mando. Hints at more sexual themes, but nothing sexual happens. It is just some lovely cuddle times. also dad!Din and bestfriend cara. not beta read >.<

Pairing: Din Djarin x Gender Neutral Reader

a/n: Hey everyone! If you haven’t noticed I really like cuddling and have been talking about cuddling with Din for a while now. So I finally did up some headcanons. I tried to separate some of the headcanons into sections so they weren’t just one big mass of points. I have quite a bit to throw at you guys lol and there may be some possible fics which arise from these headcanons >.>’

+ Din Djarin loves cuddling, and it’s something he’ll always secretly look forward to. This man is always ready for some cuddle action. 

+ Din especially loves cuddling with his significant other. He loves the warmth and intimacy he feels from being snuggled up with his sweet cyar'ika. 

+ Admittedly, being so close and wrapped up with the one he loves makes Din feel safe and at ease. He could sleep for hours snuggled up with them. 

+ Din isn’t afraid of platonic cuddling either. They haven’t done it very often, but he’s definitely shared some friendly cuddles with Cara, while working together on some jobs. There’s nothing wrong with a pair of good friends enjoying one another’s company, especially if one or both of them need some support. 

+ Cara finds it fun to joke and poke fun at Din while cuddling. She likes to tease her friend at any sort of time, but while they’re close like that it just makes it easier for her. 

+ Usually, if they partake in cuddling with one another, its for comfort reasons. Things like one of them suffering through a nightmare, or having some sort of emotional turmoil, are the main causes to their cuddle moments. 

+ Din still remembers that one day where he had just broke down after almost losing the child. Cara had ended up holding him for hours as she had comforted him after they did manage to rescue the little womprat.  

General Cuddling with a Significant Other:

+ Din will find any excuse to cuddle with his significant other, even if he doesn’t really need a reason to cuddle with them.

+ Din knows that just wanting to cuddle is a good enough motive to do so. Although, he can’t help but come up with an excuse anyway. Bottling up his emotions for years has made it hard for him to just be honest with what he wants.

+ From the lack of physical contact he has experienced in his life, he craves the touch of others, especially if it’s coming from his significant other. Cuddling just happens to be an amazing way of achieving his desire of needing to feel close to them. 

+ This means that the skin-to-skin contact that sometimes comes from cuddling, can send him into a flushing mess and can lead to some more heated encounters. 

+ Cuddling doesn’t always lead to more intimate and sexual moments with him. However, there have been numerous occasions, where a regular cuddle session has turned into a heated affair between him and his significant other. All thanks to the cuddling they had started before hand. 

+ It took Din a while to feel comfortable cuddling without all his armor on. Even with his partner wearing a blindfold, the fear of his creed being broken still remains at times. 

+ He did eventually become more relaxed with the whole thing. He now actually prefers to cuddle without his armor on. 

+ There are times where he still insists on wearing the helmet, but he has become more comfortable with removing the helmet (as long as his significant other has a blindfold on) during their cuddling moments. 

+ When he has his helmet off and his partner is blindfolded, he likes to pepper kisses along their skin, humming as he does so. He’ll caress them with feather-like touches, barely making contact with their form, as he uses just enough pressure to still send shivers down their spin. 

+ Din actually likes when his significant other well do the same to him. Pressing kisses to his revealed skin and tracing heir fingers against his many scars. Doing so can easily send him into a heated frenzy.

+ Din loves having his hair played with. He could just lay there for hours with his partners fingers twirling and running through his thick locks. The gesture always makes him feel sleepy and is one of the quickest ways to help him de-stress. 

+ He likes to play with his partner’s hair too, and he really likes seeing the calming expression that crosses their face as he does. The sight always leaves him feeling happy and content. 

+ Din is a literal space heater, as he lets off a lot of body heat naturally. So, its very nice to cuddle with him when its a cold night. He warms his partner right up. 

+ On warm nights, him and his significant other will sometimes sleep with less blankets (or even without the blankets altogether). Doing this so that they both can still cuddle and not feel too warm while sleeping. 

Cuddling Positions

+ In terms of a favourite cuddle position, he wouldn’t say that he has one. All forms of cuddling are completely valid in his mind.

+ Honestly, as long as he gets to hold and smother his cyar'ika with affection, the position it is done in doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

+  Din may not have a favourite position, but he definitely prefers ones where he gets to be as close to his significant other as possible. This is most likely due to him being very touched starved and craving their presence.

+ Din is also a healthy mix of being the big spoon and the little spoon. He loves being both immensely.

+ He actually didn’t think he was the little spoon type of person. He thought for sure that he was a big spoon kind of cuddlier. Although, this thought process had all changed after one fateful night.

+ On this night, Din had gone to bed much later than his partner—who was already fast asleep—doing his best not to wake them. His partner had felt his presence anyway though, and they had rolled over towards him more in their sleep. As they did so, their arm had circled around his waist, their face burying itself into the back of his neck as the front of their body pressed tightly into his back. Thus, effectively making him the little spoon for the first time in his life.

+ He had quickly learned from this moment that he loved being the little spoon. He just felt so relaxed and safe like this with his partner.

+ In terms of where he likes to cuddle with his partner, he definitely prefers a more private place. One of their cots (and eventually their shared cot) being the most common.

+ Although, Din does like to let his partner sit in his lap in the pilot chair. He likes just sitting there with them in his arms, while watching stars dash by their sights. 

First Time Cuddling with Significant Other:

+  The first time Din had ever cuddled with his partner was before the two of them had even started dating. 

+ The one night—while staying on a very cold and icy planet—the night had gotten so cold that the Razor’s heating system could not keep up with it. This is what had lead to them sharing a cot. 

+ It was only to conserve body heat of course, and totally wasn’t because they both had a secret crush on one another. 

+ He had taken off his armor, leaving the helmet firmly in place, so he was in nothing but his undershirt and pants. Not feeling comfortable with removing anymore of his clothing. 

+ The two of them had started out back to back, but by morning the both of them had awoken in each other's arms, having begun cuddling sometime in the middle of the night. 

+ This was probably also the first moment that Din had realized just how much he enjoyed cuddling, especially if it was with his future significant other. 

More Cuddling Things:

+ Din’s partner will often find him cuddling with the child. The little one would be snuggled up to Din, while being hugged closely on top of his adoptive fathers chest. 

+ Sometimes Din’s partner could also be found cuddling with the child while sleeping, which leads to the bounty hunter dropping whatever he was doing and joining them instantly. 

+ If Din and his partner also have their own children, he can be found cuddling with them as well. Usually him and the children can be found all in one big pile sleeping where ever they had managed to pass out together. 

+ Family cuddles are an absolute must in their household and happen quite frequently. 

+ After some really tough jobs, Din likes to just melt into his significant other’s arms, sometimes even dozing off there on the spot from how tired he is. 

+ Din thinks that the best naps also involve some sort of cuddling. He finds that he gets a more peaceful rest if he goes to sleep snuggled up with someone.

+ If possibly, Din Djarin would live the rest of his life happily wrapped up and cuddled with his loved ones. 

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16+17 with Huggy from the physical affection

16. kissing knuckles + 17. tugging on the bottom of someone’s sweatshirt

Quinn Hughes was your best friend. He wore that label with pride and took it seriously, which was why the moment he heard that you had a terrible day he was already on his way to your apartment with arms full of your favorite snacks.

When you answered the door to find him standing on your doorstep, you felt as if your heart skipped three beats and the worries of the day melt off your shoulders. You felt tears brim in your eyes, too many emotions at once after a day of seemingly never ending stress. 

“C’mere.” You mumbled, grabbing him by the bottom of his sweatshirt to pull him into your apartment and spur him into wrapping his arms around you. He dropped the bag he brought by his feet and pulled you into a hug.

“How was your day?” He repeated your tone, mumbling into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You scoffed at his question, earning a chuckle from him and you reveled in the way his chest rumbled against you.

“It wasn’t pretty.” You hummed, forcing yourself to separate from him and make your way back to the couch, Quinn trailing you the entire way. He sat down beside you, tugging you close to him so you could curl into his side. “My boss was a jerk all day, and then my cousin’s wedding invitation came in the mail and I know I should be happy for them, it just reminded me about how single I am.”

“Didn’t you get asked on a date just last week?” He asked in a light hearted tone, recalling how some guy asked for your number at the coffee shop while you were out with Petey and Quinn. You hummed out in acknowledgment, not exactly disagreeing with his comment but objecting to the meaning. You were single, yes, but the only person you wanted to be asking you out was holding you in his arms. 

“I don’t wanna go on a date with just some random guy.” You found yourself admitting before you could realize what you were saying. He didn’t seem to pick up on the hidden meaning of your words, that he wasn’t just some random guy and that you wanted him.

Or maybe he did.

“Would you want to go on a date with someone you know?” He asked after drawing in a breath. You lifted your head from his chest to meet his gaze, surprised that he was meeting your eyes instead of looking away like usual. There was a moment of hesitation, where you were trying to decide whether or not he was hinting at what you thought he was, and in that moment Quinn grabbed your hand and pressed several delicate kisses to your knuckles. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I would.” You sighed, watching his face for any sign of a reaction. His lips quirked up into a grin, an understanding passing between the two of you that yes, it was exactly what you were thinking. 

You weren’t sure who leaned forward first, but you frankly didn’t care in the slightest as you were finally kissing Quinn after months of pining. One of his hands reached up to cup your jaw while yours carded through the hair on the back of his head. It felt like a dream, to finally have the one person you had been wanting and knowing that he wanted you too. 

Quinn Hughes was your best friend, but he was so much more too. 

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Heatwave Drabble #4: like a best friend

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- have to read first

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: You and Taehyung run into his infamous cheating ex, only for him to introduce you as his current girlfriend. As you play along with his narrative, you can’t help but feel insecure and jealous.

Genre: drabble, very fluffy, angst, f2l, bit of fake dating

Warnings: typical emotional constipation from these two, jealous!oc, heartbreakingly boyfriend!taehyung, indirect confession that they’re both unaware of lol

Word count: 5.8k

A/N: Oh look, more jealousy? Are we even surprised at this point?? Requested by my little muffin @taexxxiiaa. Sorry to all the Heatwave fans for this constant torture of unresolved feelings. 

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Taehyung has a habit of stuffing his face with too much food and consequently eating in pout. As he is doing right now. You watch him merrily wolf down another soy sauce-dipped slice of raw salmon and stack the miniature plate with the rest of his conquests. It’s his sixth plate.

When he’d first shown you the email he received for ‘all you can eat' sushi, your response was a firm “No.” You’re not even a fan of seafood in general, let alone raw fish. But Taehyung was persistent, insisting on what a bargain it is and how it’s sushi season right now. Sushi season, what bullshit. Another “No.” Yet when Taehyung has his eyes set on something, especially when it comes to food, there’s little that can stop him. He knows how to use his assets - batting is lashes, huffing like a baby, nuzzling into your neck - until you finally let out a defeated sigh.

So here you are, plotting how best to sneak in some wasabi into his food. This wimp has a full on breakdown at the slightest taste of spice, you can just envision his face when the wasabi burns up his nostrils and through to his ears.

That will teach him not to drag you out to sushi again.

“Why aren’t you eating your udon?” Taehyung’s eyes are wide and innocent, unsuspecting of your mischievou scheme. “Too hot?”

“Yeah, don’t want to burn my tongue.” You stir your steaming noodles, smiling to yourself.

The two of you had managed to secure a four-person booth due to his non-stop nagging to come early to avoid the queue. The restaurant is now bustling with customers and stressed waiters, the smell of Japanese food infused in the warm air. You’re both sat on one couch, while sat across you is another couple who are just finishing with their lunch. This arrangement is due to the busy demand of the restaurant, squeezing in however many impatient hungry people as they can. Though you didn’t have a problem with sharing a booth with strangers at first, Taehyung’s ravenous gorging of sushi after sushi has made you particularly self conscious.

As soon as the couple leave after paying their bill, you turn to hiss at Taehyung. “Why are you eating like that?”

“Like what?” His words are barely audible with his mouth full. “Are you gonna eat your udon or not? I can help you out if you can’t finish the whole thing.”

Ah, there it is, his infamous line - I can help you out if you can’t finish the whole thing.

Honestly, his appetite is abominable.

“Order your own udon!” You begin eating your noodles to prove that you are hungry, and you will finish the whole thing.

Taehyung tucks his hair behind his ear (you’ve recently noticed that his ears are abnormally big, which you guess explains the massive dick). Just a few days ago, you had managed to convince him to get a perm. The main selling point was: ‘all the bitches will go crazy for it, trust me’. Bitches being you.  And indeed, all the bitches are crazy for it. In the timespan at which you’ve been in this restaurant alone, you’ve caught almost every single girl checking him out, eyes flickering too often towards your booth for it to be coincidental.

When their eyes fell onto you, you would smile at them politely, yet to your surprise, they’d wear a sour expression and ignore your courtesy. You soon realised that they think you’re Taehyung’s girlfriend. Girlfriend! The thought had made you shudder and scoot further away from him.

“Nah, I need to save room for the sushi, baby.” He pats his stomach that remains annoyingly flat despite his feasting. “I need to pee, I’ll be right back. Can you order some more California Rolls and the Dragon Roll please? Oh, actually, and one more Soft Shell Crab Roll and a Tempura Shrimp as well please?”

You glare hard at his back as he scuttles out the booth and hurries to the toilet. Stupid dork. It’s only noon and he has already eaten a whole day’s worth of food. He’s going to end up vomiting his guts out if he keeps at this rate.

Still, you wave the waiter over and place his order for him. The waiter’s kind of cute, he’s got that soft wholesome look, the kind of boy you bring home to your parents. You wonder why he’s avoiding your eye and not slipping you his number. You hope it’s not because he thinks you’re with Taehyung.

A new pair of customers are being ushered to your booth across from you to replace the departed couple; it’s two pleasant looking girls this time, chatting away in blithe. This time, they reciprocate your smile with nods of their own.

Taehyung returns from the bathroom shortly, yet as he approaches your booth, he halts in his step so abruptly that you spin to face him.

“Ryujin?” The shock in his voice is unmistakable. His eyes are locked on one of the girls that’s just arrived opposite you. Static.

“Taehyung?” She gasps, returning the same surprise, pupils widening.

Ryujin? Taehyung’s never mentioned a Ryujin to you before? Who is she?

Taehyung’s face is stoic, completely stripped of its normal cheeriness. Lips pressed in a thin line, jaw screwed firmly shut. Shit… You turn to assess the girl, digging through your memory for a Ryujin, yet failing. Who the hell is she to have Taehyung react in such a way? If she were just a friend, he’d be rushing over to greet her. If she were someone he slept with, he’d subtly acknowledge her but make no big deal out of it.

Instead, he’s clenching his fists, feet planted an arm’s length away from your table.

You clear your throat, snapping him out of his trance. “You know each other?”

Finally, he glances over at you for the first time in what feels like ages. And right away, you see the disorientation in his eyes. Taehyung slowly makes his way back into the booth, sliding in beside you until your legs touch.

“Yeah, she’s my ex girlfriend.”

Oh.

Oh.

That cheating bitch.

If it weren’t for the firm hand placed quickly on your thigh as if he’d known you’d react in such manner, you would have leapt up and started screaming at her. The anger is rushing to your head all at once. You’re struggling not to chuck the stack of plates at her face.

So this is the girl who had broken Taehyung’s heart. This is the girl who gave Taehyung trust issues. But also, this is the girl who lead to you and Taehyung meeting. In every way you look at it, she is the reason why you’re in each other’s lives in the first place. So you guess you owe her a thank you after you throw a drink at her.

Taehyung doesn’t speak much about her, or at all. It’s been years since their relationship anyway, and since all his ties to her have been cut, it makes perfect sense that he’s forgotten about her. Even at the beginning, he was adamant about not thinking about her, he said it had hurt too much to even say her name. And so you were always careful about not bringing the topic up in conversation; it was none of your business anyway, it wasn’t relevant to his life anymore. There were occasional jokes here and there, but only ever made by him, and even still, you could sense the underlying hurt.

“Taehyung, it’s been so long…” Her attention was utterly transfixed on Taehyung. You might as well have been a cardboard cutout for all that matters, she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. But it must be bewildering to run into your ex who you cheated on like this. Anyone would be thrown off.

What are the chances that, not only did you come to the same all-you-can-eat-sushi place, but have also been sat on the same booth? Just your luck.

Your eyes wander back to Taehyung, fearing for his current state of mind. Your roommate is an emotional guy, as much as he likes to mask it in ridiculous humour. It would not surprise you if he just stands up and leave right now, even with his food on its way. Yet his features are calm, unbothered, his initial surprise melting away to neutrality.

“Hm… Yeah.” He doesn’t ask how she fares as she’d expected, you can see the disappointed drop in her face at his apathetic souciance. Then he turns to you. “Did you order the stuff?”

Unsure of how to interpret his sudden maturity, you just nod slowly. Quiet Taehyung is scary…

Disregarding her friend’s apparent discomfort, Ryujin presses on. “It must have been, what, more than two years now? How are you?”

Why can’t this bitch take a hint? Just shut the fuck up and order your fucking sushi. Leave him alone.

But Taehyung remains unmoved. While you are the one quietly fuming in the corner. Sensing your aggravation, he brushes his thumb on your thigh soothingly. When you lock eyes again, you’re stunned to find him completely at ease, the corner of his mouth even perking up to reassure you that he’s fine.

“I’m doing well actually.” Ryujin frowns again at his short answer. You think she’s going to give up now, but then she continues.

“You look good.” You tense. Oh don’t she dare... “I’m not doing too bad myself, I-”

Just then, the waiter cuts off the monologue she was headed towards as he brings over the plates of food you’d ordered for Taehyung. His eyes immediately flash in excitement, resuming his usual childish manner as he peels his hand from your leg and snatches his chopsticks.

“Can I get anything for you two ladies?” The waiter asks Ryujin and her companion, whose face appears flushed from the awkwardness of this situation. Ryujin, evidently annoyed by the interruption, proceeds to order.

While her attention is diverted, you quickly take this opportunity to mouth to Taehyung, “you okay?”

Striking you with an honest smile as he swallows his sushi, he nods. “Yeah, don’t worry, completely fine. Eat your udon, or it’ll get cold.” His voice is hushed, and you don’t know why you get startled when he leans closer to whisper to you.

Not entirely convinced, it’s your turn to pat his leg, almost subconsciously, as if to make sure that this really is Taehyung, your Taehyung. How is he this calm right now? Well, he’s always been a silent sulker when he’s mad, but… He doesn’t even seem one bit troubled by the sudden appearance of his ex. Not even that eyebrow twitch he gets when he’s annoyed. And in the meantime, you’re silently plotting how to magically get wasabi in this bitch’s eye.

When the waiter leaves, Ryujin turns back to Taehyung once again, scanning his ethereal features and beautifully curled long hair. No doubt regretting her shitty decision of infidelity when they were together. Finally, her eyes flicker over to you, for the first time since Taehyung’s arrival. “So who’s thi-”

“Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You choke so hard on the fat noodle you are slurping that some of the savoury broth goes up your nose. Wheezing and spluttering for air like a cat choking on a hairball, you feel all your blood rush to your reddening face, both from the lack of air and the embarrassment. Taehyung’s careless whacks between your shoulder blades isn’t helping at all. Only after downing the whole cup of green tea does your coughing finally subside.

“You okay, babe?” Taehyung realises his smacks on your back are too harsh to be boyfriend-like, so he eases it into gentle rubs. But the concern in his large brown irises are genuine nonetheless.

You glare at him. Long, hard. Before nodding and flashing him a sickly-sweet smile. Oh boy, is he going to get kicked in the ass later for putting you up to this. He seems to see the dangerous flare of your nostrils, a warning sign that he has really, most fucking definitely, made the wrong move. He gulps and smiles back nervously.

Girlfriend? Girlfriend?!

What the fuck is he playing at right now? Why did he have to lie to her like that? Is he trying to make her jealous? Or just act like he’s moved on just fine without her? You clamp your mouth shut to prevent any angry words from tumbling out. There’s nothing to do but to play along right now - there’s an enemy to face.

“Oh right, girlfriend…” Ryujin says so softly that you almost feel bad for her before remembering that this is her own doing. “I guess that must be why you haven’t replied to my text asking you to meet up then… Right?”

At that, your entire body goes rigid.

She- Does that mean- Wh-

You look over at Taehyung, mouth hanging open in utter disbelief. Ryujin has been texting Taehyung. And he hasn’t mentioned a word about it to you. Although it really shouldn’t affect you so much, it feels like a stab of betrayal.

His lips are pursed again, as he gazes up at her reluctantly. “Yeah, that’s right.”

Then his arm circles around your back and pulls you into him, fingers gripping your waist in a display of possession. At the unforeseen momentum, and still in your state of shock, your frame falls feebly into his chest. Your heart leaps to your throat. You don’t understand why but… your cheeks feel hot.

His arm, around you. His hand, holding your side. His neck, pressed on your forehead.

You’re hyper aware of everywhere he is touching you. Why, all of a sudden?

“Oh okay, um, I really wish you all the best…” Ryujin mumbles, no longer looking at you and Taehyung anymore, not sounding one bit like she means what she’s saying. Her friend beside her has resorted to scrolling through her phone at this point, cringing from this awkward exchange.

“Thanks, Ryujin. I’m really happy - never been happier in my life, in fact.” The vibration of Taehyung’s Adam’s apple reverberates into you as he tugs you even closer, arm fastened around your middle. You struggle for room, bending your neck to peer up at him from your squished position.

He’s grinning radiantly at you, and at your wide-eyed confused expression, he can’t help but lean down to press his lush warm lips onto your forehead.

You blink.

Truly, you think your brain has stopped functioning. What is going on?

He’s definitely doing this to make Ryujin jealous. That is the only plausible explanation. It makes your chest clench in bitterness. Why does he still care what she thinks? This is completely unnecessary. Does he still care about her?

And why didn’t he tell you that she was texting him?

What has she been telling him?

All this doubt, this uncertainty, manifests into a suffocating lump in your throat. You have always been completely open and honest with each other about every aspect of your lives - family, friends, work, grades, relationships, sex. Not that he owes it to you to tell you everything, but you’d just thought that it was how things worked between you. What else is he hiding from you?

But at the same time, your focus can’t stray from the way he is holding you, and the confidence in his tone. How certain and sincere he sounded. And how he pecked you so casually in public, in front of everyone. Your stomach feels funny.

As you resume your eating, you stay quiet, thinking. On the other hand, Taehyung is quiet due to fact that he has no room to speak in between engulfing California Roll after California Roll. Happily humming under his breath as he chews. The waiter returns with a tray of food Ryujin and her friend had ordered. “Here you go, would you like some green tea?”

“Oo, can you fill mine up too please.” You hastily pass him your empty ceramic cup.

“Of course. Be careful, the tea is very ho-” Just as he warns you while he refills your cup, he over-tips the pot and sends scalding tea all over your hand.

“Ow!” Quickly drawing back your boiled hand out of instinct, you yelp out in pain. Fumbling over his sorry, I’m so so sorry’s, the waiter bows his deeply apologetically, scurrying to clean up the steaming spilled liquid in a panic.

“Mate, watch out!” Taehyung sits up immediately, scrambling to wipe your soaked hand with tissues. The glare he throws the waiter could cut through glass. “Are you okay?” The concern clouding his eyes when he faces you floods your veins with a security.

“Yeah… Don’t worry, it’s just a burn.” You watch him examine your hand intently as if it’s some ancient priceless artefact that could shatter from a poke; you’ve noticed lately that he tends to do this when you’re injured. With his fringe frizzed over his forehead, lips puckered in concentration as he caress over your pink tender skin, you are helpless and unmoving. Staring at him.

“Are you sure? It’s getting kind of red…” He refuses to let your hand go. Your fingers scorch under his touch and it’s not from the tea.

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine.” Taehyung’s head whips up instantly at the way you address him. Confused for a good second, before realising that it is to play along with the fake girlfriend narrative.

Right…

Reluctantly, he lets you pull your hand out of his clutch, and only when you pick up your chopsticks to prove to him that it’s only a minor injury does he resign in his coddling and return to his food. As you glance up, you notice Ryujin’s blazing glower at your direction. You quickly look away.

In the presence of his cheating ex-girlfriend, you two no longer feel at ease to banter away as normal. You aren’t even at the liberation to have a regular conversation without her listening in on everything. So the meal passes rather wordlessly.

However, the silence births a different kind of interaction between you and Taehyung. You can’t tell if it’s just for show, or due to his innate affectionate nature, but he suddenly feels the need to display his love for skinship. Under the table, his hand once again strays to the land of your thighs, gently stroking. When you shoot him a warning glare, lest he gets any vulgar ideas, you find that he possesses no lustful intent at all. Just pure fondness for you.

Something inside you softens. You’re starting to think that he isn’t acting out of spite against Ryujin, but rather simply enjoying your company as usual.

But you know what? Screw that bitch. Not once, to your knowledge, did she apologise to Taehyung when she’s had two years to own up to her mistakes. Not until now, of all times. She deserves to get riled up.

“Taehyung-ie, can I have a bite of your shrimp?” You smile at your pretend-boyfriend sweetly. He gives you a perplexed look that says: But I thought you hate shrimp? before he clocks on with your intention.

“Of course, baby.” And without fail, just like a scene straight from a drama, he picks up the tempura shrimp and feeds it to you, eyes crescent in mirth as you open up and take a mouthful like a hungry little child. You feel a crumb flake away onto your chin, yet before you can wipe it away, Taehyung reaches it first. Chuckling, he sweeps the small speck into your mouth. But not without the slightest, most fleeting, brush of his thumb against your tongue.

The action feels… intimate. Like weirdly intimate, even for you and Taehyung’s dynamic.

Why does your breath keep hitching?

Perhaps after a second too long, you conjure a giggle in response, attentive of Ryujin’s gawk in your periphery. “Thanks, love.” The syrup in your voice is sickly sweet. God, even you want to barf.

“You’re too adorable, honey buns.” Taehyung cups your face in one hand, fingers digging into your squishy cheeks as he shakes you. Your smile drops. Adorable? Honey buns? HoNEy bUnS? Kim Taehyung is so dead.

But before you could kick him in the shin under the table, he leans in and plants his lips on yours. Soft, supple.

Oh.

Just as you think it’s only meant to be a peck, he deepens the kiss, his plump pink mouth gliding over yours smoothly. Anyone who sees would know that you’re accustomed to such action with each other from the natural comfortable manner of your kiss. Anyone could tell that you’re used to each other’s lips.

You pull away abruptly when you become conscious of many’s attention on you. With your face so near his, all you can see is how his lips draw into a smirk.

It’s unusual for you two to kiss outside of a sexual context. Because why would you? Friends don’t kiss each other unless they’re: A) dating, or B) banging. And especially in the past few weeks, you’ve been progressively kissing each other less, even during sex. Almost as if you’ve both realised how intimate it is, and all the romantic connotations that come with it.

Yet here he is, kissing you so openly in public.

Yeah, it’s just for show for his ex. But it’s still…

You don’t know.

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After Taehyung had finally eaten to his heart’s content, the two of you had gone to study in the library. Ryujin wore a sour face in the entire duration of the meal, and you would hear low grunts of irritation from her direction. You practically felt her venomous glare on the back of your head as you were leaving the restaurant. Acting has never been your strong suit, but even you’ll admit that the two of you are putting on an Oscar-worthy performance.

You’ve been quiet, you know. It’s because of that bitter taste in the back of your throat that you still can’t get rid of at the thought that Taehyung might still care about Ryujin. Why else would he lie to her and say that you’re his girlfriend if not to get a reaction out of her?

But more so, why does it bother you so much? You wish you don’t care this much for this stupid sushi-demolisher who doesn’t deserve your time and efforts. He’s probably thinking about his next meal again while you’re here lamenting over your weird feelings.

So you keep your mouth shut throughout your study session, brewing in your acrid thoughts.

Taehyung watches you nibble at the end of your pen. How is he supposed to focus on his coursework when you’ve got that pouty expression? And since when did you not take every chance you get to take the piss out of him? He wonders what’s going on in your head.

Seeing Ryujin had been a shock, a blast from the past. It hadn’t bothered him too much to be honest, he simply doesn’t care about her anymore. A few days ago, she had sent him a message out of the blue. Out of politeness, he’d responded but kept his replies brief; it was difficult to decipher her intention at first, but it soon revealed itself. Apparently, her and Jimin went on to date for a while - good on them, Taehyung truly could not give fewer shits anymore. But their relationship deteriorated due to their incompatibility, which was predictable knowing them both. It was when she started showing interest in Taehyung, apologising and kissing his ass about how good he was to her that he decided to stop answering.

The thought of getting back with her gave him shivers.

Your reaction to Ryujin back there wasn’t unexpected at all, of course you weren’t going to react mildly to his ex. Taehyung is lucky you didn’t ‘accidentally’ spill soy sauce onto her, or start yelling at her about faithfulness and morality. Your wrath towards her actually kind of warms his heart…

You aren’t one to talk about your feelings openly, but your actions definitely speak volumes about how much you care about him.

Taehyung smiles to himself.

There is so much loyalty between the two of you, complete trust and devotion. At the end of the day, no matter what goes on between you when you’re horny fuckers, you’re best friends above all else. Fighters for each other.

Your journey back home was also rather mute, consisting of him prodding you with jokes and teases, and you putting on a half-hearted smile. Maybe you’re annoyed at him for putting you on the spot and leaving you with no choice but to cooperate as his pretend girlfriend. All this relationship-y commitment-y crap repels the shit out of you. Basically the bane of your existence.

He probably shouldn’t have kissed and coddled you that much in front of Ryujin. You detest PDA like it’s some scandalous taboo, despite being the freakiest girl he knows in the sheets. But hey, you guys had to make it convincing and believable...

Yup, the more Taehyung thinks about it, the more he’s sure you’re annoyed (or even scared off) about the fake dating thing.

“You’re quiet for someone who just met her supposed archnemesis. I thought you’d be going on and on about what a bitch she is.” He glances at your sullen side profile for the hundredth time during your commute home.

“I don’t know, not it a great mood I guess? Probably just tired.” You mumble, searching for your keys in your coat pocket. The weather is getting cold these days; Taehyung knows your fingers are very prone to freezing, especially with your refusal of wearing gloves because ‘they’re ugly’ nor would you keep your hands in your pockets because ‘it’s a safety hazard incase you trip over’.

He gets a strangely overwhelming urge to hold your hands every time he sees you wiggling your fingers to warm them up. Hmm.

Wordlessly, you enter the house with him trailing behind you. He watches your moody steps from behind as you remove your shoes and head inside. Why can’t you just tell him what you’re thinking?

With a great sigh, Taehyung slumps onto the couch, focus still on you hanging your coat on the rack and tossing your keys into the holder on the shelf. “Hey.”

You turn, regarding his wide manspread with piqued interest. “What?”

“Come here, baby, sit on my lap.” He pats the top of his thighs in beckoning. Sometimes it’s like trying to get a stray cat to come to him.

Your eyes widen at his request. But very reluctantly, you stroll towards him until you’re standing between his extended legs. “Why are you calling me baby, we’re not pretending to be dating anymore.”

Taehyung stiffens as he senses the acrimony in your tone. So this is about the girlfriend thing? It’s a risky move but he sits up and pulls you in by the back of your thighs until you have no choice but to succumb to falling onto his hips. Lips still in a tight line, your limbs come around him to hold yourself upright. In order to prevent you from escaping, Taehyung encloses his arms around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. He tries not to think about how your crotch is directly on his right now.

“Why you sad?” He looks up at you, your eyes unreadable as always. Heat from your exhale fans his forehead.

“I don’t know. Nan molla.” You shrug and do that face scrunch thing you do whenever you’re unsure that he loves. It makes you look so cute.

“Hey…” Taehyung nudges your cheek with his nose in an attempt to get you to look at him. You have a habit of avoiding eye contact, and he knows it’s stems from the intimacy issue. “What’s up, honey buns?”

“Honey buns again? Seriously?” You jerk away from him like he insulted your mother or something.

“Well, since I can’t call you baby, honey buns it is.” His chest vibrates with his deep rumbling laughter, pleased with himself to see the slightest hint of a smile finally beginning to appear on you.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. Fine, just stick with baby, I swear…” You thump him on the back, yet your stone cold exterior now being invaded by a spark of humour.

“Good. Now tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

You’re quiet for a good few seconds, contemplating. Your legs around his torso tense, you bite your lip hesitantly. Come on, just talk to me, he wishes.

“Do you still… care about her?” Voice so soft that even he struggles to hear you this close.

“What? Ryujin?” Oh, so this is about her. Taehyung knew you hated her, but never thought that you would feel… insecure? Jealous, even? “Of course not. I don’t give a single fuck about her.” At his answer, you let out the breath you’ve been holding. A breath of relief? “But you clearly seem to care too much about her.”

“I- I do not!” In a tone of disbelief, you scorn. “I just- She’s not the one I care about.”

Fuck, you’re being too cute right now.

Taehyung pecks at your chin, unable to contain his affection anymore. You continue, “Plus, why didn’t you tell me she was talking to you again? Friends tell each other this sort of thing. I always tell you everything…”

The worry on your face is truly so endearing, he feels his chest constrict.

“I didn’t mention it because that’s how little I care. She is honestly so insignificant to me right now, I could not even be bothered to waste my breath bringing it up. Yes, she meant a lot to me for a period of my life. But. That was a long time ago. I’ve moved on, no thanks to you, remember?” Your eyes gradually dare loiter up his face. “You silly sausage.”

“But-” You’re pouting again. You need to stop pouting or he won’t be able to control himself, dammit. “Why did you lie and say I’m your girlfriend then, if you weren’t doing it to make her jealous.”

Taehyung blinks. Well… Um, about that... He didn’t want to have to explain it to you but...

“It just slipped out.”

Your turn to blink vacantly. Taehyung feels blood tinting his cheeks under your gaze. Even he doesn’t know why he said it back then. It just kind of… rolled off his tongue. Should he be worried? Yeah, he should definitely be worried.

When you still fail to say anything, he hurriedly asks, “Are you mad?”

“N-No. Why would I be mad?” The way your arm slides down his neck to brush pass his chest leaves his skin tingling. He pulls your legs closer around him, hand unintentionally trailing to your rear.

“I don’t know, you just hate that kind of lovey-dovey stuff. Just figured that you’d be annoyed that I forced you to act like my girlfriend.”

“Well, I was a bit annoyed… It’s not just me, you hate that kind of lovey-dovey stuff too!” Well, not exactly accurate, but Taehyung decides not to correct you. “But did you see her face?” Your tone begins to lighten. Remembering the acerbity tainting Ryujin’s features brings you amusement.

“She looked like she was going to murder someone.” You both laugh.

“She was thirsting over you like a hound, Jesus Christ. It’s because of your perm, trust me.” Grinning, you twirl his curly fringe around your fingers. You seem to do that quite often since he got the new hairstyle.

“Wow, you really like my perm that much?” He fishes, failing to control his forming smirk. You like to give him shit about his ego, yet no one strokes it more than you do.

“No comment.” You can’t contain your radiant smile either. Taehyung makes a mental note to keep the perm.

Seeing your mood lifted makes Taehyung feel much better, safer. His arms run up your back, and he feels you shudder under his touch. You fit into his embrace so well; it’s difficult to not hug you close to him every chance he gets nowadays. There’s a dull ache in the back of his neck from craning up to look at you for too long, but he doesn’t mind it. Your fingers fall from his hair, tracing his jaw frivolously, mindlessly. It leaves an unwarranted tremble within him.

“Look, there’s absolutely nothing for you to mull about in that overthinking head of yours. I don’t even remember Ryujin’s last name if I’m being honest with you. She lost me the moment she broke my heart, and I’ll never even remotely consider getting back with her. Ever. I promise.

“So don’t act all jealous and sulky just ‘cause you misunderstood. You’re my best girl. You’ll always be my best, favourite and only girl, understand? I, Kim Taehyung, belong to you, Y/N Y/L/N. Period.” The smile of satisfaction tells him everything. You’re not as hard to please as you appear to be. “I’m yours, happy?”

“Happy.” Fuck, Taehyung’s heart is going to explode from the joyous beam growing at your lips.

“Good, because she means nothing to me at all. But you, Ms. Needy-But-I-Won’t-Admit-It? You mean everything to me. Everything.” He bounces you on his lap for emphasis, eliciting another buoyant giggle from you.

Then you do something that you don’t normally do.

You kiss him - passionately and ardently. Fingers surfing the waves of his hair, you readjust your straddling position on top of him to minimise the distance. Taehyung feels all reason in his head incrementally ebbing away. You shouldn’t be kissing, you really shouldn’t. It’s not normal to make out with your best friend. But fuck the rules. Taehyung doesn’t want to stop kissing you right now, his silly adorable honey buns.

“Just admit it. You love me.” He taunts between breaths. You freeze at Taehyung’s words. Completely freeze on his lap, hand dangling from his face, as if you’ve been shot. “Like a best friend.” You deflate, evident relief at the joke.

Taehyung has to restrain from laughing out loud. God, you’re such an easy target. The second anything one step further from platonism is suggested, you act like you’re going to pack your bags and run for the hills. But here you are, kissing him and acting all possessive. He enjoys the irony.

“Yeah I love you. Like a best friend.” You flick the tip of his nose in reprimand for his teasing.

“Good because I love you too. Like a best friend.” He holds you tight against him, proceeding to blow raspberries in your neck.

Maybe even more, he wonders.

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27/11/19

© Copyright 2019

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[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Wait

Wait by rverfades

Tsuyu and the others got away. Which means they'll get the Heroes, and they'll find him, and they'll bring him home to Mama. He just has to w a i t. (he would wait for days that felt like months, of nothing but rice balls and water given to him through a slot in the door, with only the slightest hint of flesh of another person. he would wait for weeks that felt like years, until the door finally opened, and he was taken away, to get his mind bended and melted and ripped apart and sewn back together again. he would wait and wait until he finally gave up, strength finally sapped as he became the perfect Little Brother. izuku no longer waited for heroes to come, because izuku was no longer izuku.) Sequel to @lostintheclouds321's one-shot ‘Rescue’!

Words: 959, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki, Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Class 1-A, League of Villains, Original Characters, Kurogiri

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri & Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu & Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Asui Tsuyu & Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu & Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Kidnapped Midoriya Izuku, Regretful Bakugou Katsuki, Worried Midoriya Inko, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Human Experimentation, Noumu Midoriya Izuku, Conditioning, Grooming, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Psychological Torture, Torture, Child Soldiers, Emotionless Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu Has One for All Quirk

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28984914

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuku #♠ #Izuku Midoriya #Asui Tsuyu #Tomura Shigaraki #R:T #W:V #A:Rverfades #Mental Illness

[ieatchildren03]

Shsiajdn this took WAYYYYY too long to write

AN: helo! This is just a quick drabble on a headcanon that I made. I hope you enjoy it!  

It was meant to be only around 700 words but I got carried away and it ended up being 1100 oops! But that’s all  

Warnings: not much dialogue, not my best work but not bad  

Enjoy!      

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Today has been one of the most stressful days of your entire life. It was whether you were training with your squad or you were helping hangi with their experiments. Back and forth. Back and forth. It was like a never-ending circle.  

So as soon as dinner came around you were trampling your way past everyone -it was quite exhausting and you had to re-energize somehow. And food was the answer, as always of course.  

As soon as you got yout tray of precious flavor mounds -which consists of bread and the watery soup they had every Wednesday. But today they had some sort of fruit along with it, so there was some dessert in there.  

As you sat down at the table the consists of all the superior officers, you were scarfing all of it down, almost looking like a starved Sasha. Levi looked at you and gave you a wrinkled eyebrow and a disgusted face as he looked at you going ham on the poor bread.  

"Do I even want to ask?” he stated hinting at your pig-like self to hangi.  

“I'm sure she's just hungry.” and with that, they started eating her own food.   

Levi turned to you and gave you a look of -we need to talk later- and continued on with his own meal, at a much slower pace than you.  

It was honestly excruciating having to think about going to Levi's office, you just wanted to flop down on your pillow and hit the hay and possibly die, but Levi told you to do something, so you obeyed.  

One of the reasons is you and Levi have been dating for a while now and of course you two kept it a secret. Levi wasn't one for public display of emotions. And you respected that. And honestly, it would be too much of a hassle to keep up with, hangi asking questions, all the teasing, I would overload Levi- and honestly you too- him being 'humanity's strongest soldier’ and all if the public found out, God bless us all.  

The other reason, Levi as well, Levi. He could make you feel better no matter when or where. so you begrudgingly applied.   As you found your way to Levi's door you couldn't help but let your mind wander, 'what was his plan?’ I mean the man has always been one of surprise, but this was unexpected. But you gently knocked on the door and Levi answered with his usual stoic tone, “name and business.” and you replied with “(f/n)”  

He quietly ‘tsk's’ and told you to open the door and you compliance you found him sitting at his desk with mountains upon mountains of paperwork. not surprised in the slightest way possible you quickly found you want to him and kissed his cheek and asked, "what is it you called me in here for love?”   

He looked at you and awkwardly gestures across the desk where there was a chair. You sat down in it and looked at him skeptically, “Levi why did you ask me in here?” you asked for a second time he -again ignored you and simply stared at you.   

He got up and made his way across the room towards you and gently set his hand on your shoulders and thumbs right above your wing bone as he dug then in there. He was giving you a back massage. You groaned at the contact as you rolled your head back. It was such a pleasant feeling- him being here helping you relax. It was so therapeutic you could hardly stop yourself from falling asleep. But as all the stress melted away in your lover's touch and caresses so did your conscientious and your head hit his shoulder as you faded into the darkness.   

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Levi had seen your struggle all day so when you started eating like such a pig he could only wonder how you weren't dead on the floor right now. So as soon as dinner ended he got the idea. You had comforted him so much through all of his stress so why couldn't he help with yours? So he told you to meet him in his office.   He knew it was the girl at the door as soon as he heard the gentle knock on the wooden door, but still gave an athorive 'name and business’. As soon as she made her way towards him, the confusion was clear but once again, he chose to ignore it.   

He wasn't surprised when you had passed out after only five minutes of the message. You looked like a zombie in the cafeteria as you were scarfing down the food.   "Tsk, brat. Always over-exerting herself,” he mumbled to himself as he looked at you sleeping form you looked so peaceful he could only wonder what you were dreaming about.   

He picked up your large frame and carried it to his bed, he didn't want some idiots seeing him crying you back to your room, that would be one hell of a thing to explain.   

As he laid you down as gently as possible, he tucks you in, making sure that the blanket was covering her, and that the position seemed comfortable to her he went to leave but got grabbed by a soft, small hand and looked behind himself shocked.  

Your eyes were half-lidded, but still awake and a slight blush and then you sted drowsily, “stay…”  

Levis's breath hitched you two have never cuddled before so this was a big step in your two's relationship. Levi was going to go back to work - since his insomnia was eating at him- but he couldn't say no to your pleading half-lidded eyes so he gave a gentle shake of his head and climbed into the small bed next to you. He didn't know if he would be able to sleep but he would try. 

  As he gently caressed your stomach a wave of awkwardness settled in him, he didn't want to move his hands to a weard place for you so he settled for the by his head near his heart.   

You felt the lack of touch and turned to face him looking at him fondly as you put your hand over his waist   

He stiffened beneath you but didn’t. no, you hand away, he only moves closer - accepting the fact that he was the little spoon- and had a light blush dusted on his cheeks and averted his eyes from your loving gaze.  

You yawned tiredly and looked at him and gave a tender kiss to his forehead, it was full of love and sleepy-ness and you yawned again.  

"Goodnight, love” he looked at you for a moment, you were absolutely beautiful, your (h/c) looks framing your face and a small smile playing on your lips. He himself gave a small smile as a bit more blush dusted his cheeks and he pulled himself impossibly closer and rested his arm on your waist.  

“Goodnight.” 

#levi x reader #aot #snk #fanfic #oneshot #image

[yandere-daydreams]

How about some yandere fydor [if not then dazai please!] with a sweet darling adjusting to their new life. They're very innocent and sheltered so they're unaware of what a normal relationship is like. But they "seem" to care for their yandere and would check up on their health. But anyway I love your writing and your memes! Keep up the good work.

So, I did go with Dazai on this one, if only because I’m *really* eager to write for him. He’d just be such an apathetic Yandere, especially with someone who’s just begging to be manipulated.

TW: Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation.

“I think the other’s are worried about me.”

The statement was passive, as reflexive as telling Dazai about your day and as monotone as listing off things you needed him to get from the corner store, but the man only hummed, running a hand through your hair while you nuzzled into his chest. It was sweet, how he’d always scoop you up the moment he got home, carrying you to the nearest plush surface (the bed today, luckily) and just keeping you in his lap, admiring you or cuddling you or toying with your hands until he was satisfied. His arms were around your waist, now, keeping you pinned against his chest while you simply listened to his heartbeat, trying not to squirm despite the anxiety eating away at you.

Dazai kissed the top of your head, letting his lips linger on your hair, not daring to give you an inch of space. “What do you mean, darling?”

“It’s just…” You shifted, nervously, biting the inside of your cheek. You weren’t scared, not of Dazai, never of Dazai, but your trust in your boyfriend did little to clear your mind of Yosano’s 'advice’, or how concerned Kunikida seemed to be about your new relationship. It made sense, you supposed. No one ever reacted well when you told them how often Dazai wanted you to check in with him. “They didn’t seem to think I should be listening to you, I guess. And when I told them I couldn’t just walk to the agency like I used to, they wouldn’t believe me when I told them you said it wasn’t safe.” You pulled away, slightly, if only to be able to meet his eyes. Dazai let out a displeased sigh, grudgingly loosening his hold. “Do you think I should stop by? They seemed really insistent, I’d hate to stress them out like this.”

You watched as he stared down at you, his expression unnervingly unbothered for a moment, before a grin spread across his lips, a little too wide to be anything but manufactured. But, he was trying, so you put on your best shy smile, leaning into his palm when his hands came up to cup your cheeks. “Never say something like that again. You should really just forget about them entirely.” He sighed, wistfully, his tone cheery, despite the venom dripping from his lips. “It was a stupid idea to begin with, really.”

“Wait, what?” His words caught you off guard, or, how blunt they were, more accurately. “Osamu, what are you-”

“I mean, think about it for a second.” His grip on your cheeks grew tighter, not painful but firm, holding you in place while he cooed and crooned, long fingers clawing into your cheeks when you attempted to move away. “Your friends want you to come to the most crime-filled part of the city, stroll into a building full of cruel, dangerous people, just so they can see you? Doesn’t that seem a little selfish, (Y/n)?”

You shook your head, not bothering to hide your frown. “No, everyone at the agency is busy. It’d just be easier if I met them-”

He didn’t wait, cutting you off when he noticed you were trying to argue against him. “How long have you been living with me?”

“A few months…” You answered, swallowing down the idea of a rebuttal. It was clear he wasn’t going to listen, anyway.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head, mock-sympathy painted over his features a little too thickly. “And how often have they visited you here? They expect us to go out of our way, but they can’t take the time to come to you? That’s not very nice of them, is it?”

“You told me not to invite anyone over!” The words felt bitter now, unreasonable compared to how calm Dazai was. Like you were the irrational one, and he was just trying to explain something everyone should already know. The thought only fueled your anger, but you just glared at his chest, crossing your arms as he ran a hand through your hair. “They’re my friends, baby, they’re not trying to upset you. You make so many rules, but no one's trying to hurt me.” You paused, some of the tension, some of the determination, leaving your body, Dazai seeing your subtle submission and taking the cue to pull you back in, letting your chin rest on his shoulder. “You’re… I think… This is just a little unfair, isn’t it?”

There was another hum, another short, soft laugh, punctuated by Dazai leaning forward, melting into your chest just as you melted into his. He didn’t respond, not immediately, letting you hide your face in his shirt while Dazai played with the ends of your hair.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice void of the supposed worry he’d felt before, empty of everything, save for the slightest hints of intrigue. “All of this because of a phone call?”

You only nodded, Dazai sighing. He was the one to push you away, this time, hands on your shoulders as he pressed a prolonged, awkward kiss into your forehead, only pulling away when he felt you relax into his touch. “Promise me you won’t answer anything they send you, then. Not without showing me, and definitely not while I’m away. Call me if there’s an emergency, and if anyone’s trying to contact you, just let me handle it. You obviously can’t handle the pressure it puts on you.”

Briefly, you hesitated. He’d asked you to move in with him, to quit your day job and work from home, to let him take you anywhere you needed to go, but this was the first time he asked you to cut people off. He’d suggested it, before, playfully threatening to ‘confiscate’ the device whenever it rang on one of your dates and breaking a few older models (by accident, he claimed), but… this was different. He seemed serious, like replying to a text would be a matter of life and death, staring into your soul and forcing you to rethink your own instincts. You weren’t oblivious, you knew he hadn’t answered a single question you’d asked, but…

He loved you. He loved you, and he cared about you, and you went into this knowing he wouldn’t be the most… open-minded, when it came to these things. He was protective of you, like that.

Or, you hoped he was just being protective, anyway.

Shoving yourself against him, you only nod, weakly, fighting back an oncoming breakdown. Dazai only smiled, letting you take out your frustration on a bandage-covered torso, his arms soon encompassing your trembling body. You told yourself he was trying to be comforting, that this was his attempt at affection, that you should just shut up and believe him, but deep-down, you knew he couldn’t care less about whether or not you minded his new restraints.

He liked to hold you, when he got home.

It didn’t matter if he had to make you cry to accomplish that.

#yandere #Yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere x you #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere scenerio #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #yandere bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs imagines #bsd imagines #yandere bsd #yandere bsd imagines #yandere bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs imagines #yandere dazai #dazai x reader #yandere dazai x reader #possessive #obsessive #obsesion #jealousy

[ao3feed-bnha-girls]

Wait

Wait by rverfades

Tsuyu and the others got away. Which means they'll get the Heroes, and they'll find him, and they'll bring him home to Mama. He just has to w a i t. (he would wait for days that felt like months, of nothing but rice balls and water given to him through a slot in the door, with only the slightest hint of flesh of another person. he would wait for weeks that felt like years, until the door finally opened, and he was taken away, to get his mind bended and melted and ripped apart and sewn back together again. he would wait and wait until he finally gave up, strength finally sapped as he became the perfect Little Brother. izuku no longer waited for heroes to come, because izuku was no longer izuku.) Sequel to @lostintheclouds321's one-shot ‘Rescue’!

Words: 959, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Other

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki, Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Class 1-A, League of Villains, Original Characters, Kurogiri

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri & Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu & Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Garaki Kyuudai | Ujiko Daruma & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Original Character(s), Asui Tsuyu & Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu & Midoriya Izuku, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Kidnapped Midoriya Izuku, Regretful Bakugou Katsuki, Worried Midoriya Inko, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, Midoriya Izuku Has Multiple Quirks, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Human Experimentation, Noumu Midoriya Izuku, Conditioning, Grooming, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Psychological Torture, Torture, Child Soldiers, Emotionless Midoriya Izuku, Asui Tsuyu Has One for All Quirk

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28984914

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tsuyu #♠ #Asui Tsuyu #Izuku Midoriya #Tomura Shigaraki #Bakugou Katsuki #🐸 #R:T #W:V #A:Rverfades #Mental Illness

[jtownraindancer]

Gabriel x Reader: Eyes

*

You weren't entirely sure when you first gained your celestial stalker.

The clues were scattered inconsistently throughout the city, with golden feathers appearing outside your front door, a brush of warmth in the otherwise chilly mornings, the unanticipated pause before sending an email that could have gotten you fired.

At first, you had assumed it was just a series of coincidences or some random streak of good luck.

But then the people around you also started to show signs of playing a bigger role in your life than normal.

There was the lady in the supermarket who had the last box of your favourite brand of cookies, only for her to notice your crestfallen expression and offer them to you instead.

There was the teenager who ordered the wrong drink at Dunkin, offering it to you "instead of it going to waste."

Yet again, coincidentally, your exact taste.

There were many others along the way: the man who covered your meter before you had the chance to even look for coins, the girl who bought you water at the laundromat, the mysterious stranger who had ordered and paid for your Lyft that night that you went a little too hard at the bar.

This good luck just kept appearing out of nowhere, and as yet another miraculous happenstance played out that eased the daily stress from your life, your eyes meeting those of your would-be saviour, it finally struck you just why you couldn't pin it to coincidence.

Every single act of kindness had had the same golden eyes behind it.

It was impossible to address this fact when standing in the bathroom of a Walmart, especially when the conclusion could only be indicative of your final steps to insanity.

You accepted the coupon with as much grace as you could muster, this time being sure to focus on their reaction as you offered your gratitude.

It was a flicker, just enough, of light, of mirth, of relief.

Whoever they were, you had no doubt in your mind that your good fortune had completely been delivered by their hands.

You berated yourself during the entire shopping trip however, certain you had to be insane.

Shapeshifting was impossible; magic wasn't real. That shade of brown eyes must be way more common than you originally thought.

That was clearly the only logical explanation: there was a small squadron of people out there with eyes the colour of honey, of sunshine through whiskey, of freshly grown barley-

Yes.

There was simply a coalition of kind people out there, and they all coincidentally happened to be reaching out to you, and they all just so happened to have the same colour eyes.

Standing at your trunk with your recently purchased toilet paper and ice melt however, you knew better.

The single golden feather laying perfectly prim on your license plate knew better.

The lingering warmth from the store knew better.

You had somehow gained a guardian angel, and you had no idea how to repay them.

Fortunately, your chance arrived sooner than anticipated, announcing itself as a knock on your door on an early Tuesday morning.

It had been months since that encounter in Walmart, and you had all but forgotten the exact shade of the golden eyes that still sometimes haunted your dreams.

But all those memories were rapidly summoned to the forefront of your thoughts upon seeing those sunlit irises beaming at you from behind a FedEx uniform.

"Morning!"

He was middle-aged today, hair on the shaggier side, somewhere between brown and gold and almost on the cusp of red, the slightest hints of stubble framing one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen.

"H- Hi." You stumbled on your greeting, brain still trying to boot up from the wake-up call, words banging together in your skull as you tried to formulate some sort of semblance of decorum. "Can I help you?"

He asked your name, pulling a box from his bag with a slightly apologetic tone. "We were understaffed for a while there. You were supposed to get this a while ago."

The return address was to a website you swore to never visit again, after they had told you that the order you placed was delivered and signed for, but never in your name.

You had assumed it lost to the Void, and yet here-

You glanced back up to the figure holding out the signature pad, not quite able to read the emotion currently in his eyes.

"Thank you..." You took a glimpse down at the nametag, mentally sighing in relief seeing that he was actually wearing one. "...Gabe."

Perhaps the intimate vulnerability to your tone gave away your awareness, or was simply freaking out a perfectly sane stranger. You dared to hope the former as a small twitch of his lips hinted at a smile.

"No need to thank me. I'm just the Messenger."

You finally had your answers, and it hit you with vivid flashbacks to articles written by dedicated spiritualists, by the stringently religious.

Gabe.

The Messenger.

Golden feathers and a smile that felt like it could summon life even in the aridest of deserts.

You were dealing with a friggin' Archangel.

He seemed oblivious to your gasp, seemingly distracted by his pad and scanning the code on your package.

You were filled with questions, with disbelief, humility.

How he had come to be protecting you-

"Regardless. You're still the one who got it here. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

This.

Everything.

Luminescent citrine flickered upwards and met your gaze, stopping your heart for a moment. There was a sincerity there, a vulnerability that you were in awe of.

"Anytime."

The words were on the tip of your tongue, the questions you were so desperate to have answered, the final clarification you needed to be absolutely sure you weren't simply going insane.

The sound of your phone distracted you for a moment, attention diverted to check your screen and frown at the robocall.

By the time you looked back up, he was gone.

All that remained was a single flaxen feather tumbling softly to the floor, drifting lazily on the remnants of a warm breeze.

You couldn't help but smile.

*

#my work #readerfic #gabriel x reader #gabriel reader insert #gabriel #supernatural #spn #the messenger #the trickster #suptober2019 #we don't edit #we post unedited works and deal with the typos like men #is that meme still a thing #writing #reader insert #gabe x reader #gabriel/reader #sorta #he's trying to court but he's so shy #i think #idk #guardian angel #platonic if you want #thanks for reading