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justwonder113 · 13 days

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Sharing a bed with Channie

Lee Know ; Changbin; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

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Summary: Chan is your rock, your guide your everything. He was also the the only person you could go to when you couldn't sleep. Warning: CURSING- I literally have no shame; GN reader, reader can't sleep. I Know I said it would be like one bed trope series but I feel like it isn't fully it? Like they lay in one bed for 5 minutes before point is shifted? Playful banter between friednds, Chan and reader are best friends and roommates. fluff, friends to lovers. Not proofread. Mention of burying yourself alive? A/N- I know I announced that I would write this eons ago but it took me more time thatn I thought it would. I had a clear vision but while writing this I changed everything like at least 5 times. I really hope you'll like it. Thank you for all the love and support you have given me. It means the world to me. Please share your thoughts with me and reblog. Also if you have any type of request please I'll be more than glad to write it. Word count-

You were going to do this! You were not going to back down. You were not a coward! What could happen? The worst thing he could say was no. Big thing! You knew how to take no as an answer... No you didn't.. You would most probably die of shame if he said no. He wouldn't right? No, he is much too kind to deny you of such simple thing. But what if you made him feel uncomfortable? You would rather chew off your own foot than make him do something that makes him uncomfortable or make him uncomfortable yourself. He would tell you if he didn't want it right? You were friends. Quite close ones too. God you were friends! Of course he would find it weird that you wanted to sleep in the same bed. You had nothing explisit in mind tho. You just wanted to sleep next to him. You had trouble sleeping these days and it was starting to affect your everyday life, You were more groggy, more irritable, your head was in the clouds and you couldn't fully concentrate on anything. You tried everything to fix your sleeping schedule but nothing really worked. To say that you were despterate would be an understatement.

For the past 2 weeks the only time you slept peacefully and didn't wake up feeling like shit was when you and Chan fell asleep watching tv. It was the best sleep you had in a while, you woke up feeling like a new person. You were hopeful that you wouldn't experience trouble sleeping like that ever again but sadly nothing had really changed.

You couldn't help but sigh when you saw that it was almost 3 am. You had to get up early too and you had to be on top too. You were going to do it!

You got up from the bed, but before leaving the room you turned back and headed to the mirror. After making sure you were decent at least fifteen times you finally left the room. If it was any other of your friends you wouldn't even thing twice before heading to them, but this was Channie, your channie, the guy you had been hopelessly in love with since forever, but also a guy who only saw you as a friend.

You've read countless times that whenever a person came to their crush with the excuse that they couldn't sleep and/ or had a nightmare(in your case both) their crush always welcomed them with open arms. And they always ended up together after sharing a bed. If there was a fanfiction god you prayed things would go well or you would bury yourself alive and at least that would solve your sleep issues.

You were surprised to see that the lights in his room were on. Was he still working? You had to scold him later, he promised that he wouldn't work until late and would actually try and sleep.

You softly knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After a few seconds you knocked again, but also no answer. Maybe he fell asleep you thought. Feeling bad waking him up you felt bad you turned back to return to your room.

To say that you almost had a heart attack when you saw a dark figure looming behind you would be a severe understantment. You even fell back on your butt. Chan's gasp of your name made you realize it was him, he even tried to catch you but couldn't hold onto you on time.

"Oh my god are you okay?" Chan crouched down next to you, he held your face and carefully examined you while you tried to catch your breathe.

"I think I saw god for a second." You gasped out after a few seconds of gasping dramatically. Chan rolled his eyes at you before asking "What were you doing in front of my room?"

You stumbled for a second trying to find a perfect answer. While staring into his eyes all your courage from earlier had disappeared, you felt embarrassed about what you wanted to ask him. Also the fact that he was only in his pyjama pants didn't help at all. Like you also needed to be distracted by his Greek God body! "I wanted to get water and saw that the lights in your room were on." You couldn't be more obvious you were lying but you still hoped he wouldn't pry. Chan looked at you sternly before sighing. "You couldn't sleep?" You wanted to deny but the way Chan was looking at you, you couldn't lie. You could only nod, feeling disappointed in yourself. Chan looked at you for a second before grabbing your hand and leading you into his bedroom.

"What are you doing?" You couldn't help but ask, when he literally just casually picked you up and put you in the middle of the bed like a pretty decoration on top of a cake. He only told you to stay put and then left the room. You were baffled. You stayed put and only waited for him who quickly returned couple of minutes later with your pillow and the plushie he won for you when you were at the arcade. He instructed to you to get comfortable under the covers and then left again. He took a bit longer this time, but in a minute or two he was back with the cup of tea. Literally how could you not love him? He was so sweet and gentle with you. He really was the most beautiful person to walk this earth both body and soul. You were so touched by this that you forgot all your bashfullness? You leaned in and kissed his cheek. And the bashful smile he gave you?! The butterflies in your stomach were having a french revoluiton.

After you drank your tea, Chan took the glass from you and put it on his nightstang. "Are you comfortable like this? I can go back in my room." You couldn't help but ask. You felt shy laying on his bed next to him. Chan rolled his eyes and got under the cover. You two were so close you could feel his body heat without even touching him.

"I was the one who bought you here so stop overthinking and go to sleep!" Chan grumbled before wrapping his hand around your waist and bringing you closer to his body. You were chest to chest now and your heart was beating so strongly you were worried he would feel it. You looked up at him with wide eyes. "Christopher Bang Chan! What is this behaviour? What did you do to my shy best friend?" Chan smiled, "when was I ever shy?" Now it was your turn to smile mischeviously, "you're right you always were a little shit." Chan pinched your side making you yelp, you couldn't help but laugh at his distaste. "You're a menace." His voice was low, making you shiver. "Learned it from the best." You quipped quickly.

"Brat."

"You love me."

Chan waited for a second before leaning in and kissing the tip of your nose before muttering, "You're right, I do."

You started at him with wide eyes, unable to say anything. Your cheeks felt really hot. "What's with the heart fluttering shit you do? Be carefull Christopher or I might fall for you. What are you going to say about that?" Not going to lie you were dying inside wanting to know what would Chan say. Chan opened one eye to look at you and then closed it. You thought that he would ignore you, he cradled you closer to his body. Your face was against the crook of his neck. You felt like you could melt. You felt so warm and secure,the smell of his shower gel and the musky scent of his body really soothed you, you could even feel his carotid pulse. It was comforting his pulse was almost as fast as yours. Maybe you were deluding yourself but what if he felt the same?

The sound of Chans voice bought you down to reality." I would say it's about time, I've been flirting with you for ages!" What the actual fuck? You immediately jumped up and looked at Chan with the most shocked face ever. He's being doing what now?

"You've been flirting with me?" You needed him to say it again. You needed the clarification!

Chan opened his eyes and leaned up, you tried to read his expression but you got nothing. "Yes? Since forever? I'm surprised you hadn't realized."

"You like me?" You couldn't believe your ears.

"Yes? Why are you so shocked?" He sounded genuinely confused.

"Because I thought you only saw me as a friend and well you do have a flirty personality." -You tried to explain, Chris sighed and fully leaned up. He looked at you for a second before putting his hand on your neck and pulling you towards him. You thought he was going to kiss you and your heart basically did a backflip on top of running 500 kilometers per hour, but instead of kissing you on lips he softly kissed your forehead. When you opened your eyes whitch you hadn't even realized you had closed, you saw that he was looking and you with the softest gaze ever. You couldn't put it to words but it was type of expression that even if you didn't like him you would fall for him head over heels without a doubt.

"First of all you're literally the hottest person ever with even better personality. I would be a fool to not fall in love with you. So trust me my flirting was genuine. Now the second, you always flirted back, you weren't being genuine?" His question bought you aback and you started stammering for an answer but you stopped when you heard him chucke. "Okay okay I'm just teasing. I know you were being sincere. And I'm also aware you have a crush on me. It's cute actually. " His eyes twinkled with mischief as he teased you. You didn't know if you wanted to hit him or kiss him sensless.

"I hate you so much sometimes." You couldn't help but groan. You were feeling beyond embarrassed, both because you knew that he liked you back and because he had known you liked him. What an asshole why did it take him this long to say anything? Chan leaned in and placed another peck on your cheek, making you sigh quietly. "Your raging crush on me says otherwise."

"Oh shut up!" You did smack him on the arm this time. Chan's cuckle filled the room and you couldn't help but also laugh. You felt like a lovesick teenager but you didn't really mind it. Chan's one hand was still on your neck rubbing the thumb mindlessly along your skin, his warm hand not failing to send shiver aftee shiver down your spine, while his other hand was on your waist keeping you close to him. He acted like the thought for a second before muttering "Good idea." And leaning towards you, your lips so close they slightly grazed each other with each breath.

"Can I kiss you?" God were you dreaming? You even pinched yourself and you were awake! Fanfiction God really did exist apparently. You would have to thank them later.

Much to your dismay after kissing each other for so long that your lips were already starting to buzz Chan decieed to lean back. You chased after his lips, you didn't care that your lips were buzzing, you felt like you could kiss him until your lips fell off. You felt like you had been deprived of him all your life and you felt greedy now once you got the taste of him.

You nodded eagerly, making Chan's smile deepen. And he closed the distance. Chan, your lovely Channie, your best friend and closest companion, the guy you could trust with your life and your longtime crush was kissing you. And it felt beyond majestic. It was everything you had imagined and so much more! His lips were so soft, so warm and felt so nice against yours. Your whole body was like set ablaze and despite feeling so so many times today you felt like melting, like your bones were liquifying. Only he could make you feel that way. So confused and so hopelessly in love. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, Chris mirrored it and soon you were full on chuckling between giving each other short pecks. You love how lighthearted and fun everything was with Chris but also very deep and meaningful and how he always made you feel so secure. Really, how could you not love him?

Chan smiled and gave you a short peck. Then he brought you closed to his body and hugged you. "I really like you, heck I might even love you, this might sound cheesy and I know your menace butt is going to tease me after this but be mine?"

What a dork. You hugged him closer and kissed his neck. "I think I also love you too. And I will tease you about it most definitely, but yes, I will be yours." Chan smiled with his pretty dimples fully on display, he kissed your forehead and then helped you get comfortable on his bed. You felt so calm and peaceful despite your heart still running like crazy, you could feel the sleep approaching. Oh yeah you had insomnia, how funny.

A/N- I really hope you liked it, I will fix mistakes later my eyes are burning at this point. Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Thank you for reading❤️

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mxlti-lover · 10 months

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Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

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It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

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I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

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revasserium · 5 months

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"Looking for Atlantis" (Shinji Moon) and OPLA Sanji? 'intense eyebrow wiggling*

looking for atlantis

opla!sanji; 1,542 words; fluff, aimless fluff, whipped!sanji, no 'y/n', teeth-rotting fluff, plotless fluff

summary: sanji dreamt of the all blue and wakes up to tell you about it

a/n: there's so very little plot in this, just a bunch of simp!sanji. ur welcome.

Sanji has always been a hopeless romantic. He knows it, Luffy knows it, hell, even the stupid swordsman knows it. But he’s never thought of his propensity for love as a weakness, and he’d always know that he’d find the one for him. And then — he’d met you.

And he thinks he’ll never get tired of this, of the feeling of waking up next to you, of opening his eyes to find you still there, curled up next to him, the splay of your hair across his pillows like spilled ink — something gorgeous and poetic. And like this, he thinks he just might be invincible — trailing soft fingers along the dip of your waist, just to trace your outlines, to memorize the shape and size and weight of you in his bed.

“Morning…” you turn with a sleepy grin, and Sanji thinks himself a gone, gone man.

“Morning, my love,” he whispers, leaning in to ghost his lips against your shoulder. How he wishes he could sink into the butter and milk of your skin, to bask in the warmth of your steady, cadenced breaths, to drown himself in the low, lulling waves of your voice when you laugh, rubbing at your eyes and sighing as you bury your face in his chest.

“Aren’t you gonna go make breakfast?”

Sanji hums as he drops another affectionate kiss into your hair.

“No. Not today.”

“Hm? Why not?”

“They’ve got leftovers.”

You peer up at him over the crumpled covers.

“Lazy,” you accuse, though there’s nothing hard or harsh about the tenor of your voice. He rolls his eyes, nodding as he slumps back down and pulls you into him.

“Sure, whatever you wanna call it.”

The silence stretches gossamer thin, glistening in the early morning light.

“Did you have nice dreams?” you ask.

Sanji grins, nosing into your cheek, ghosting his lips along the soft bend of your cheek till he finds your mouth. He contents himself with kissing you, with swallowing passed your tiny little sigh of contentment, with licking into the warm heat of the roof of your mouth, with pulling back to find you flushed and breathless beneath him.

“The best,” he says, laughing as he lays down beside you again.

“What about?”

“I dreamt… that I found the All Blue.”

“Oh, you did? What was it like?”

Sanji takes a breath, grinning as he pillows his head on an arm, the other wrapped around your shoulders as you shift to lay your cheek on his chest.

“It was… everything that I’ve ever dreamed of — all those fish, all those rare, unknown seagrasses and seaweeds…” Sanji lets out a long, indulgent sigh, tracing abstract symbols into your skin.

“So, what did you make?”

“Make?”

“Yeah — like… food.”

Sanji chuckles, glancing down towards you.

“I… can’t really remember… I think in the dream, I was so excited about showing you… that I didn’t really get to make anything before I woke up.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Okay, so tell me now.”

“What… about what I’d make with all the stuff I found in the All Blue of my dreams?”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him.

And when he glances down to meet your eyes, Sanji feels strange tugging just behind his navel, like a fish caught on an unsuspecting hook, or perhaps his body pulling him towards where he was always meant to go.

“Alright then…” he grins, sinking deeper into the welcoming warmth of the bedsheets, basking in the soft hsk-hsk of linen on linen. There’s a thick strip of lemon-meringue sunlight creeping into the room from the far window and the world tastes like candy floss on his tongue —

“I’d make all your favorites, except better — that miso cod you like so much? I’d make it with the All Blue Island Cod and miso made of soybeans fermented in blue seasalt.”

“Mm…” you hum, leaning in to trail your lips along the line of his jaw, making his mind go fuzzy, “that sounds good.”

“Doesn’t it?” Sanji asks, groaning, letting his head tip back. And for a while, you lose yourselves in the silk and shiver of each other, of half-taken breaths and half-drowned kisses. Of half-formed thoughts and half-tasted forevers. Because this is as much a drought as it is a drowning — and Sanji’s never been so parched or so bloated all at once. He is overflowing and yet, he’s never been so, so thirsty.

Sanji finds himself pinned beneath you, your thighs on either side of his hips, your hair tickling the bare skin of his shoulders, and he thinks to himself that he’s always known heaven was a place on earth. That he’d always been so in love with the thought of chasing the impossible, of chasing the shadow of a dream that the first time you kissed him, he almost didn’t believe it.

But then, you’d pulled back, and he remembers tasting the ocean in the dip of your cupid’s bow.

And he knew then, like he knows now, that there are no such thing as impossible places. No such thing as unachievable dreams.

“What else?” you ask, your palms pressing flat to his chest as he grins and slumps back, his head digging into the pillows.

“I — I dunno… hard to think when you’re being so distracting,” he admits.

Outside, a tangerine sun rises high above the horizon line and the sounds of the rest of the crew getting up thunk and echo around the ship. You look up, away from him, and Sanji feels the loss so intimately, he fears he might shatter.

“Hey…” he reaches up to tug your chin back down towards him, to catch your lips in his, to sink his teeth into the plush of your bottom lip just to swallow around the shape of your sigh, the texture of your gasp.

“Meanie,” you murmur, pulling away, though he’s still close enough to taste the grin on your lips.

“Oh… c’mon sweetheart… you know you like it, hm?”

You stare down at him with the entire sky dawning behind your eyes, and Sanji knows himself a lost man. You groan and let your face fall into the crook between his neck and his shoulders, burrowing in.

“Stay in bed with me… just a little bit longer.”

Sanji sighs, curling around you, like a cupped palm of shore around a glittering sea.

“I can never say no to you, can I?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “You’d better not.”

Sanji hums, wrapping you in his arms and placing another sweet kiss into your hairline.

“You never told me what you dreamt of last night,” he says.

And there’s a moment of quiet, a lacuna of silence that pools around you both. Then, you look up, your lashes fluttering, tugging the strings of his heart into something like a symphony.

“I dreamt about a sunrise over the All Blue… and about breakfast, and lunch, and dinner and dessert — I dreamt about all the things you might make once we find it. But mostly… I dreamt about you. That… you were smiling, and happy and so, so excited.”

Sanji feels his throat catch, his lungs seize.

There’s a moth-wing flutter of something in his chest that he’d once upon a time thought was his heart but now… he wonders if it isn’t the flicker of fish-tails or the flash of moonbeam scales.

“I love you,” Sanji hears himself say — and it’s not the first time he’s said it but it is the first time he’s said it like this — like he can’t help but to say it, like it’s the only thing left to say in the world.

You giggle, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you too,” you say.

Sanji shakes his head, leans down to take both your cheeks in his palms, pressing your foreheads together.

“No, I don’t think you understand — I am so in love with you… I think it might actually drive me mad.”

Your smile never fades, never even falters, “I know… but says who that we weren’t just mad to begin with? And… I think I’d have to be at least a little crazy to fall in love with you.”

Sanji nods, smiling as he leans down for one more kiss, a lingering brush of lips on lips, a light, unhurried, indulgent thing.

“I like a bit of crazy,” he says, shifting to lie back down next to you, even as Luffy’s laughter rings in from outside and the ship rocks with the weight of the anchor being raised.

“So, no cooking today?” you ask, grinning as you snuggle in, letting your eyes fall shut once more.

Sanji shakes his head, “Nope. Leftovers.”

You laugh, “I love leftovers.”

Sanji hums, his own eyes drawing closed, “Yeah… so do I.”

And within minutes, you’re both asleep again, bodies bent around each other, breathing in sync, minds drifting off towards dreams, and dreams, and dreams.

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0nerd-at-heart0 · 3 months

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The Case Continues

A/N: Thank you for ALL the love and support on my latest fic!!!! ♥ After not writing for a year it felt weird to write again but y'all have been so sweet, so truly thank you to all of you. I just finished 2 of midterms and there was this guy behind me on one of my tests coughing like crazy so now I am sick. While I should take this opportunity to study for the LSATS now that I am stuck in bed, I just had to continue writing. As long as you all continue reading I am more than happy to continue writing. If you want to be added or taken out of the taglist please DM me :)

P.S. : I used the stars to break down the sections for myself as I wrote and kept them in, if they are weird or unhelpful let me know so I can get rid of them and as always feedback is always welcomed

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @malfoys-demigod @yiiiikesmish

Word Count: 5.5 k

Warnings: sexual harassment, cursing, pet name like sweetheart, mentions of food and eating (any more warnings that I missed please let me know)

There will be a part 3 after this one, still writing it but if you haven’t please check out the Part 1: The Stress of a Case

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As you finished the last bite of your meal in Rachel’s office, a comfortable silence settled between you and Harvey. Harvey leaned back in his chair, and a sense of relief seemed to wash over his face, "You did well today, Y/N. We'll get through the Jackson case. I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You offered a small, appreciative smile, acknowledging the sentiment. "Thanks, Harvey. It means a lot."

You stared at the clock and the realization that it was time to head home crept in. Harvey, ever the gentleman, offered you a ride, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stood up moving the desk back to how he found it and picked up the trash.

However, your need for control and familiarity after the recent panic attack made you decline the ride, "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'll take my own car tonight."

A small, almost imperceptible frown flashed across Harvey's face, quickly replaced by his usual composed expression. "Alright." was all he could stammer out.

After parting ways, you walked towards the parking lot, keys in hand. As you drove home alone, a subtle sense of curiosity lingered. What if you had accepted Harvey's offer? What could have unfolded in the confined space of his car, free from the walls of the office?

The thought nagged at you as you navigated the familiar streets, feeling your head cooling off. Rolling down the window to allow the fresh air to overflow your senses There was a part of you that wished you knew the answer, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of your professional relationship with the Harvey Specter.

The next few days went by pretty fast. All days felt the same . It was a routine of restless nights as your mind was clear yet foggy on your night with Harvey. Nervous yet excited on what the following days would bring. You woke up early every day to go to your favorite coffee spot. But every day you spent it at your desk going through Amir related emails and one day you spent the day researching organic cat food for Louis. You haven't even had the chance to really see or talk to Harvey, not that you were keeping track ( 3 times he has spoken to you).

But about 10 days after the incident, here you were, standing in the elevator, expecting to be another calm day of going through Amir’s associates emails with Rachel.

But when the elevators dinged, the beautiful face of Donna Paulsen appeared as the door opened. She stood there waiting for you and without saying a word she turned on her heel and gestured for you to follow her. And like a loyal puppy you followed Donna through the corridors, her signature click-clacking heels echoing in the hallways as you tried to keep you.

As you walked, Donna’s voice boomed, efficiently providing a rundown of the latest developments in the Amir Jackson case. Apparently, Amir had signed a contract with his brother-in-law’s firm, and Harvey was currently breaking it down in his office to find any potential weaknesses or loopholes. You were confused but eager to understand your role in all this, so you did your best to keep up with Donna's brisk pace. The details of the case were important, but the question of why Donna was sharing them with you lingered in the back of your mind.

Donna approached Harvey's office, she shot you a sly smile and motioned for you to enter. The door creaked open, revealing Harvey Specter engrossed in his work. Donna whispered, "You wanted to be in the big leagues; well, here you go."

Harvey was seated at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him. Mike Ross was leaning against the wall, and both turned their attention to you as you entered.

Donna, standing in the doorway, mouthed, "You got this."

It dawned on you—this wasn't just an update on the case. Donna had orchestrated this moment for a reason. You were being given a seat at the table, an opportunity to contribute to a high-stakes strategy session. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins. Harvey was keeping his word after all.

Harvey and Mike acknowledged your presence, you straightened your posture and mentally prepared to engage in the battle of wits that lay ahead. You are ready to keep up and prove your worth beyond your typing skills.

Mike walks up to you handing you a file, and you take a seat. Knowing the breakdown you take out your colorful pack of highlighter ready to color coordinate. Purple for potential loopholes, yellow for things to research, blue for important dates and green for contacts.

Harvey couldn't help but notice you being meticulously organized. With a smirk, he quipped, "Really, Y/N? Color-coordinated highlighters? Are we in kindergarten?"

You, shot back with a playful smile, "Well, Harvey, some of us appreciate a little order and aesthetic appeal. It's called professionalism."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the quick retort. "Professionalism, huh? I prefer the classic black and white approach. Simple and effective."

You without looking up from your file said, "Well, Harvey, sometimes a splash of color can make things more interesting. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Reaching down to your highlighter bag you pulled one out handing it to him, “Here, I think pink suits you”

He takes it from your hand, not backing down, “You know if your legal skills were as efficient as your highlighting skills we would be done with these files already”

You retorted, “Well, Harvey, if your people skills were as smooth as your hair, we'd have won the case yesterday."

Mike, who had been silently working, looked up with a bewildered expression, unsure of how the banter had suddenly transformed into a flirtatious exchange. He blinked, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Harvey leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. "Smooth hair, huh? You're just jealous, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you replied with a smirk, "I've seen smoother hair on a mannequin."

Mike, now thoroughly confused, looked between Harvey and you, trying to decipher when this banter became a new development.

Before anything can go any further there is a knock at Harvey’s door, it was Rachel. After hearing from Mike about your little fainting incident, she was kind of overbearingly persistent on making sure you were eating and were okay no matter how much you told her you were fine. Despite your reassurances that the incident of passing out was a one-time occurrence and that you were doing better, Rachel continued to express her care in thoughtful ways.

Today was no exception. Rachel asked to borrow you for a moment. Excusing yourself from your work, you followed Rachel outside the office. She had a warm smile on her face and a bagel in her hand, with your name on it.

"Hey, I know you said you're doing better, but I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Rachel said, offering you the bagel.

You couldn't help but smile at Rachel's thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Rachel. You really don't have to keep doing this, but I appreciate it."

Rachel chuckled, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Consider it my way of making sure you stay fueled and ready to tackle anything."

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While you were outside having that conversation with Rachel, Mike couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a little teasing. Looking at Harvey with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he remarked, "What was that?"

Harvey, ever the master of composure, shot Mike a sharp look. "Shut up and focus, Mike," he retorted, trying to divert attention back to the files.

Mike, undeterred by Harvey's attempt to change the subject, leaned back with a playful grin. "Oh, you're definitely focused on something," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey rolled his eyes, realizing that he might have just opened himself up to a barrage of teasing from Mike.

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You returned to the office with the bagel in hand, you tucked it away in your bag without giving it much thought. However, Harvey's raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed. He questioned, "Aren't you going to eat that?"

Unbeknownst to you, the hesitation stemmed from a lingering unease about eating near files, especially in front of Harvey—thanks to the hot Cheeto incident. Harvey, catching on to your reluctance, decided to assertively intervene, "Eat."

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Bossy much, Harvey?"

Harvey quickly adds, “Well I am the boss”.

Mike, always quick to jump into the banter, chimed in, "Hey, wait a minute. Rachel didn't get me a bagel."

Harvey, in his usual deadpan manner, responded, "Deal with your relationship drama outside the office”

Mike mumbled to himself though directed at Harvey “you deal with your relationship drama outside the office” as he turned over to the next file.

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Without hesitation you grabbed another file, opening it up you saw on one of the clauses of the contract that it said, “Keep an appropriate reputation”.

You spoke up, “Have we been able to contact his brother in law?”

“Louis is currently on that”, Harvey said nonchalantly.

“Louis?!?!”, the shock in your voice was not hidden at all as your hand went to cover you mouth,

“See even she is shocked’’, Mike gestured towards you as he closed his file.

“Mike you are going to have a deposition with Amir in about an hour and I got to prep you. As much as I'd rather have you do it,” Harvey eyes quickly glance at you before returning to the file in his hand, “I don’t have time to walk you through it, plus Jessica said I have to throw Louis a bone”, Harvey mumbles the last bit.

You nodded, understanding that you were too green to already start interviewing people without supervision.

After an hour of underlining and highlighting things they may be able to use against him, Harvey dismissed you and Mike to prepare for meeting Amir. You gave Mike a questioning look as you exited the office.

The door closed and you could have sworn you heard music playing.

“He has a whole routine when he has a stressful case”, Mike said as he handed Donna a piece of paper to fax.

“Whoa, you are just going to share Harvey’s secrets like that”, Donna added.

“She is part of the group now, she deserves, nay she needs to know”, Mike defensively argued

Donna playfully rolled her eyes and all you can do is laugh.

“Imma go to the conference room and set everything up”, Mike then turned on his heels.

“Why are you meeting with Amir?”, you couldn't help the question come out of your mouth.

“Jessica and Harvey believe he is trying to get in our heads”, Mike causally stated like this is somehow normal, “anyway see you afterwards”.

You headed down to the bullpen with a couple of files in hand for you to review. The bullpen was empty, you saw a memo on your desk that Jessica was holding a mock trial for the associates. You believed she was doing this to boost morale. It's been 3 weeks since the Jackson case was first assigned and every day the stress of the case becomes more evident in not only the partners but everyone.

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All that can be heard was the click-clack of your keyboard as you diligently worked on a memo at your cubicle in. A man walked it, he didn't go unnoticed as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Working hard or hardly working, sweetheart?" he said with a smug grin.

Startled by his words, you looked up to fully take in this strange man, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.

"What can I do for you?", you let out an annoyed breath.

He wasn't unattractive, tall, seemed to be built, his dark hair slicked back and his tan figure was highlighted with a beautifully tailored suit.

He ignored your attempt to deflect his trashy pickup line as he leaned in, invading your personal space. "You know, I am here to see Mike Ross, but I would rather be seeing you. What do you say we grab a drink sometime?"

You noticed a wedding ring on his hand and that added to your discomfort which was palpable, and you glanced around, searching for a way out of the situation. Amir Jackson was standing right before you in all his dirty lawyer glory. Before you could respond, the familiar sound of a door swinging opening caught your attention. Harvey Specter stormed into view, his expression colder than the usual glacial demeanor he reserved.

"Amir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey's tone was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.

Amir straightened up, his confident facade faltering in the face of Harvey's iciness. "Just trying to get to know the beautiful talent that sits before me" he replied, attempting to play it off.

Harvey's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his presence dominating the small cubicle. "This is not the time or the place for your personal agenda. We're here to work, not to entertain your attempts at charm.", emphasis on the word attempt.

Amir chuckled nervously, realizing he had crossed a line. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Harvey. Just thought we could all use a break."

Harvey's stare could freeze time itself. "Save your charm for the courtroom, Amir. Now get lost before I decide to make this a legal matter."

Amir hastily retreated, leaving the cubicle, heading upstairs to interview Mike.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Harvey's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, grateful for Harvey's intervention. "Thanks, Harvey. I didn't know how to get rid of him.” You left a pause before continuing, “Though he was cute”, it was your attempt to lightened the mood

But it seemed that you failed as you could have sworn that Harvey’s eyes darkened.

“Don't tell me he is your type?” Harvey glares, trying to play it off as a playful intrigue. Though behind those words were sharp undertones of jealousy.

Was your type arrogant lawyers? Oh god, you thought to yourself.

“I mean if we are being honest”, you were already regretting the words coming of of your mouth, “I wouldn’t mind drinks with him, if you know he wasn't-”

“A dirty slimeball”, Harvey interrupted.

“I was going to say married but hey your words not mine”, You shrugged as you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him.

Like a switch any sign of a normal human being verison of Harvey goes back to a cold exterior Harvey ", Get back to work. We have a case to win."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence. Louis Litt barged into the bullpen, a triumphant expression on his face. "I got it, I got it!" he declared, his voice echoing through the walls.

Harvey shot him a stern look. "What do you mean, Louis?"

Louis beamed, brimming with excitement. "I met with Amir’s brother in law and we have a plan"

"Louis, I don't like that look on your face. Well, actually, I don't like your face, period," Harvey retorted, his patience wearing thin but shot you a mischievous look as you let out a small laugh.

Just as Louis was about to unveil his plan, you received a text from Rachel, asking for assistance upstairs. Seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself , you made a quick exit, leaving Harvey to deal with Louis's eager revelation.

As you walked away, you overheard Louis saying, "Can I just tell you my plan?"

You missed Harvey's response that carried a tone of indifference, "Louis, I am a lawyer, not your babysitter. You don't need to run your ideas by me. Just do whatever it takes to win."

"Whatever it takes," Louis echoed, his enthusiasm undeterred as he practically skipped out of the room, eager to set his plan in motion.

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The next day, as you were on your way to the copy room, Louis Litt beckoned you into his office. The air in the room felt different, an unusual tension hanging in the air. Louis, with a somewhat secretive smile, asked for your help with a deposition. He believed you were the perfect candidate to handle the client interview. He said he will be there to supervise it all.

Despite the lingering suspicion about Louis's true intentions, you were eager to prove your skills and showcase your capabilities. With determination in your eyes, you took the file full of questions that Louis prepped for you into the conference room, ready to face the challenge. As you were coming round the conference room, Louis excused himself to the bathroom saying he was going to be right back and to start without him.

As you entered the room and set up the camera, you were met with the unexpected sight of Amir Jackson—the person you would be interviewing. Suppressing the internal alarm bells, you maintained a professional demeanor and focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. My name is Y/N, and I'll be conducting the deposition today. Please make yourself comfortable," you greeted, doing your best to project confidence.

Amir acknowledged you with a nod, “Oh trust me. I remember you. I can't forget a face like that sweetheart”.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this deposition than met the eye. As you pressed record on the camera, a pit forming in your stomach as you felt that you were part of a bigger scheme that Louis had formed. But you continued on.

The questions came to an end and Louis was nowhere in sight. You think you did a good job but you really hoped you would have some help guiding you. You were reaching over to turn off the camera when Amir made his way around the table, invading your personal space as he placed his hand on your thigh. You felt disgusting, but you gritted your teeth and tried to remove his hand. His grip just got tighter.

“Mister Jackson, you are married and I am not interested so please let go”, you remained calm.

"This isn't the first time I've given in to another woman's temptation," Amir whispered, his hand slowly making its way up higher. . The situation escalated, and you attempted to stand up, desperate to distance yourself from his unwarranted advances.

Just as the discomfort reached its peak, Louis Litt stepped into the room,

"We got you now, Amir," Louis declared, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Louis revealed that the entire encounter had been captured on camera, since the little red button was still going and Louis left his dictaphone as well. There was enough proof of the man Amir really was

The revelation startled Amir, who looked like he was ready to erupt in anger at being caught.

But a last Amir stammered trying to get his words together.

“I think you should make some calls”, Louis said, his smile not faltering.

Amir, now furious, stormed off, leaving you alone in the aftermath of the orchestrated confrontation.

Anger boiled within you. You were mad at Amir, you wished you had the strength to have slapped him or yelled at him but you froze, your mind was whirling running 100 mph before you can truly comprehend what was going on. Now that it was over you were a teapot full of steam. Ready to blow. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration became directed at Louis.

His dramatic reveal. His smirk. This was the plan all along and you were just his puppet. He knew this was going to happen, he wanted this to happen.

"Why the hell did you put me in that situation?" you snapped, the intensity of your emotions evident.

Louis, unfazed, responded, "It was Harvey's idea. We had to win the case, and trust me this”, he gestured to you and the empty door, “ sealed the deal”

Your anger shifted, now directed at Harvey Specter, the architect of this manipulative plan. The lines between professional strategy and personal boundaries blurred, they have been blurring. But this, this felt like the lines were being drawn all over again, You took a deep breathe as you were left grappling with the aftermath of an uncomfortable encounter.

You stormed out of the conference room.You were shaken and in desperate need of someone to confide in. As you walked down the hallway your bubbling emotions made every step a struggle. In your mind, the need to talk this out with Rachel outweighed any confrontation you might have had with Harvey.

Focused on reaching Rachel's office, you were determined to leave the unsettling incident behind. However, Mike Ross, perceptive as ever, intercepted your path, concern shown across his face.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?" Mike inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

The overwhelming emotions made it difficult for you to articulate your feelings. When Mike reached out to grab your hand, hoping to offer some comfort, a reflexive flinch escaped you. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the impact of the encounter.

"Don't ask like you don't know," you managed to utter, your tone heavy with frustration and disappointment.

Mike was left dumbfounded, his attempts to provide support met with an unexpected defensive response. As you stopped in your tracks, you turned to face him, meeting the bewilderment in his eyes.

"I was Louis’s bait but if this was Harvey's idea, lord knows you were right there beside him. Batman and freaking Robin," you added, the accusation hanging in the air.

Mike's expression shifted to curiosity as he raced down the hall to Harvey’s office, needing an explanation. What the hell did you do now Harvey, Mike thought to himself.

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You sought refuge in Rachel's office. Rachel offered a comforting presence. You recounted the events, finding solace in Rachel's understanding.

"I can't believe he used you like that. I'm so angry on your behalf," Rachel said, her support unwavering.

As Rachel provided a comforting presence for you, on the other side of the office, Mike Ross stormed into Harvey's office, his frustration evident. Ready to give Harvey a piece of his mind for giving Louis the idea to use you as bait, Mike's accusatory words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But Harvey, surprised by the accusation, defended himself. "What are you talking about, Mike? I didn't allow Louis to do anything."

Before Mike could continue, Harvey's tone softened. "How is she, Mike? Is she okay?"

Mike hesitated, admitting, "She's shaken up, Harvey."

Without sparing another second, Harvey stood up, determination etched on his face. "I need to find her."

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The atmosphere in Rachel's office was heavy as you sat there, still visibly shaken from the encounter with Amir Jackson. You found comfort in spinning your bracelet around your wrist.

Rachel, ever the empathetic friend, suggested a visit to the bakery you both loved, a subtle attempt to bring a touch of sweetness to the somber moment. As she left to fetch the cookies, you stayed seated at her desk chair, staring out of the window.

Harvey stepped in to check on you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as you looked up, frustration written across your face. You turned back to the window refusing to look at him.

You couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that spilled out. "Fuck you"

You were always so poised, always so put together, Harvey couldnt and wouldnt lie that hearing your curse did something to him. But he scratched that out of his mind, returning to the matter at hand.

Still taken aback by the force of your words, he raised his hands defensively. "I had nothing to do with what Louis did. I wouldn't put you in that position."

But you weren't convinced. "Your motto is 'do whatever it takes to win,' right? I was just a pawn in your grand scheme of things. Last week, after the panic attack, I thought we were okay. I thought we were on good terms, but now I don't know what to believe."

Harvey's expression hardened as he tried to find the right words to reassure you. "You weren't a pawn, Y/N. I didn't know about Louis's plan, and I would never intentionally put you in a situation like that."

You scoffed, frustration and hurt evident in your voice. "Your actions speak louder than words, Harvey. I'm tired of being caught in the crossfire of your 'win at all costs' mentality.”

Harvey, his usual composed demeanor faltering, tried to find the right words to reassure you. The weight of your accusations, was challenging the fragile trust that had started to rebuild between both of you.

You continued to stare out of the window, refusing to meet Harvey's gaze. He could feel the tension escalating, and he knew he had to address the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Look at me," Harvey said firmly, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to comply. Unfazed, Harvey moved closer and he bent down a little so he would be eye level with you and with a gentle touch, guided your head to face him. His touch ignited the fuel of your emotions, whether it be rage or something else entirely. There was a fire burning within you.

"I don't like to repeat myself," Harvey stated, his eyes locking onto yours.

You met his gaze, still angry, a tempest of emotions brewing within you. He could see the fire in your eyes and sensed the need for an outlet. "Yell at me," he urged, guiding you to stand up.

You were now facing Harvey, an arm's length between both of you. You took this oppurtunity, you took a deep breath as you let it all out.

"You are insufferably arrogant and stubborn. You're like a shark in a corporate sea, ruthless and cold-hearted. You wield your charisma like a weapon, and everyone else is just a pawn in your game. You bend the rules until they are ALMOST at a breaking point", you go off on a mini rant.

Harvey, with a measured tone, responded, "I don't disagree. The fact that I haven't interrupted you should tell you I take pride in who I am. But one thing you didn’t say and one thing I would never do is hurt the people I care about. Maybe I would occasionally push Mike in front of a slow-moving car, but that's as far as I'd go."

You stifle a small laugh, trying not to give Harvey any satisfaction. But you nodded at him showing that you believed him.

His hand rested on your shoulder as his eyes looked at you with concern. "How are you?" he emphasized.

You shrugged, voicing your discomfort. "I feel kinda disgusting right now."

Harvey's jaw tightened as anger flared in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill Louis," he declared, ready to retaliate.

As he turned to leave you grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him," you pleaded, your voice holding a mix of anger and compassion. Despite the hurt you felt, you couldn't bear the thought of Louis facing physical harm.

Harvey paused, looking down at your hand on his arm. "I can't promise that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I won't hurt him physically."

You nodded, acknowledging the compromise.

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The celebratory feeling filled the air in Jessica's office as Harvey stormed in, anger etched across his face. Louis and Jessica stood there, clinking glasses in celebration of what they believed was a triumph in the Amir Jackson case.

"Join us, Harvey! Louis found a way for us to win this case. It's finally over" Jessica exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Harvey.

Harvey's eyes narrowed as he observed Louis making himself small under the intensity of his gaze. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Harvey erupted, "Louis, you pretentious fucker! How dare you do that to her?"

Jessica, puzzled, looked between Harvey and Louis. "Harvey, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Ignoring Jessica's inquiry, Harvey continued his tirade, directing his fury solely at Louis. "You used Y/N. You put her in a bad situation with Amir. That's a new low, even for you."

Jessica's confusion shifted to anger as she slammed her glass down. "What?"

Louis, feeling the heat of Harvey's wrath, defended himself, "You said to do whatever it takes to win."

" One, you know how I feel about cheating. And two, you know what yeah this is my fault. For half a second there, I thought you would be a lawyer, not try to pimp out my associate," Harvey placing particular emphasis on the word "my."

“Here's the deal," Louis began to explain his plan. "Amir's brother-in-law allowed him to join his firm under one condition: he behaves and doesn't cheat on his sister. Now, Amir signed his contract promising to behave because Amir’s brother in law has a list of evidence that could easily get him disbarred, but his brother-in-law promised not to expose him as long as he kept his promise."

Louis sighed as he continued, "Y/n was the bait, Harvey. She is one of the more attractive associates that Amir couldn't resist. So I let the pawns fall where they should fall and we got it all on camera. Amir's brother in law is going to the association to get him disbarred as we speak. "

Jessica chimed in, "Louis, why couldn’t you let it so Y/N in on the plan.”

Louis nodded, ‘’ I didn't think it would be a big deal”

The room collectively groaned.

"The only reason you don't have a broken nose right now is because she asked me not to hurt you...physically," Harvey declared, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Jessica, ever the professional, butted in, “Harvey the case with Amir is over now, let me handle Louis” giving Louis a dirty glare before opening the door to her office moving Harvey out the door, “Tell everyone to go home for the night”.

Harvey followed suit, leaving Louis to face the wrath of Jessica. As he closed the door he could hear Jesscia yell, “What were you thinking”

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Harvey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to Rachel's office, seeking you out. Upon entering, he found you surrounded by Mike and Rachel, laughing at something as Mike shoved his face with cookies. The look on your face seemed lighter, you appeared more at ease.

Harvey addressed everyone in the room, "Alright, pack it up. Time to go home."

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on you, and he added pointedly, "Especially you. Y/N. No arguments this time, I am taking you home."

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, and Rachel and Mike gathered their things to leave. Harvey's directive made it clear that there was no room for negotiation this time; he was taking you home.

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The plush interior of Harvey's car surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in the luxurious vehicle. Harvey, however, seemed at ease as he turned to you and casually asked, "Put your location in the GPS."

You entered your apartment complex as the destination. The ride continued in relative quiet,

You were now three blocks away from your apartment complex, when Harvey abruptly took a sharp left. Confused, you turned to him with a puzzled expression, questioning his unexpected turn.

"Harvey, where the hell are you going?" you asked.

He glanced at you, a twinkle in his eyes, and replied, "We both deserve to have some fun tonight."

You saw him pulling up to a bar, one that seemed too classy for you. You were too undressed for this. The doubt clouded your mind.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn't help but ask, "A bar, Harvey, really?"

He looked over at you, the corner of his lips quirked up. "What do you say?" He was parked but hadn't turned off the engine, giving you an out.

You looked over at him and he had that stupid, handsome smug smirk on his.

Not wanting the "what ifs" to take over, you met his gaze and said, "I'm in."

#harvey specter #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter x you #suits #suits tv #suits usa #harvey specter fanfic #donna paulsen #mike ross #Pearson Hardman #Pearson Specter #Jessica Pearson #louis litt #rachel zane

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sirenmoth · 3 months

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heyy!! i loved your story "Breeding Team" and was wondering if you could do a part 3. where the reader gives birth to lots of babies? thank you<3

New Additions

Poly Pack - Complete

Synopsis: The pack welcomes three new members

Didnt see this being a 3 parter by, hey. The kids dont have names cuz i suck at naming things

CW: Non descriptive childbirth, soft buff military men crying, fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, hurt/comfort?, semi insecure reader, crying, sexual themes, implied sex, i legit forgot i added graves to this, mainly Kyle, Alejandro and Roldolfo centric cuz i love them, and they need more fics (not me with several WIPs about those three), my back hurts after this.

AO3 Previous

Your morning usually consisted of having at least one or two, maybe more depending on how busy everyone is, of your mates cuddled up against, bare skin to skin contact which they insisted upon after your little meltdown. The warmth of the bodies laying next to you seeped into your bones, settling deep within you as it calmed your nerves. After your most recent doctors appointent, you found out you were having triplets, three little ones due at any moment, at anytime. A DNA test was scheduled to see who the fathers are, mostly to calm down the bickering and fighting that eruoted once it was found out that their omega was expecting, all wanted to the be the father of the first litter as a pack. All wanted the gender of your children to be a surprise.

You were convinced they had bets going on on who the father, now fathers, are. Each showed their love for you and the unborn pups in their own way, talking to your stomach, bringing what cravings you had. It was definitely not the trying to get ahead on imprinting on them early.

They took turns staying in the nest with you, keeping you in the middle incase something happened. Today it was Alejandro and Rodolfo's turn to be in the nest with you, they often their turns in pairs:

Ghost and Soap.

Price and Gaz.

Alejandro and Rodolfo.

König and Graves.

It was sufficating having eight men constatly at your side at all hours of the day, if one was working one would be tasked to stay with you. If all were busy you'd be told to stay put in one of their offices, not allowed to leave without one of your alphas company. Their protectiveness only grew as the due date came closer.

Hoping for some quiet and alone time before the two men woke up, you slowly climbed out of the bed to the best of your ability, picking up a shirt that belongs to one of the guys you found on the ground, non of your clothes have fitted you in months but one of the perks of having more than one partner is someones clothes are bound to fit you.

Your legs sore and trembled with each step you took, despite being pregnant with triplets that didn't curb your independence, or your hormones or theirs, you'd sometimes spend your days and nights carefully being laid or bend over something, slowly fucking into you, making love to you, having you cockwarm them, worshipping you like a goddess, filling you with their cum again and again. If needed, fucking each other while you laid and watched if you were too tired or the thought you couldn't take it, watching how the men fight for domainince, sometimes playfully before getting stuffed and fucked brainless by their equal counterpart.

Waddling your way to the conjoined bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, wanting nothing more than a nice, warm relaxing bath. After using the toilet and washing your hands, you sit on the side of the costom built bathtub, leaning over to the taps to the best of your ability to try and place the plug in the drain but the massive swell of your stomach made the task difficult.

Sitting on the side didn't work so you tried sitting inside the tub, you could barely get the plug in before the strain in your arms became too much, you were getting frustrated that your alone time was dwindling bit by bit. Tears started to line your waterline, sitting in an empty bathtun built to accommodate at least four people. You just wanted some peace and quite.

To get away from the over-pugnet alpha smell.

To breathe.

A soft knock on the door rips you from your thoughts, alreting you that your alone time was up. "I'll be out in a minute" you call out, using handles at the side of the tub to assit in getting out, setting your feet on the soft bathmat placed beside it. The feeling of worry carries through the shared bond. "I'm fine, just needed to clean up a bit" hoping your excuse is enough to settle the man outside the door.

"¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta?" The voice you recognised as Rodolfo, softly asked, allowing you enough privacy but keeping you close, as close as a bathroom door would allow. "What's happening, You can talk about it, mi amor" Rudy asks, knocking on the door again. He twists the door handle, to find out himself you locked it. His knocking became more adamant, determined on entering and ensuring you're alright.

"God, I'm fine! Can't I have five fucking minutes of peace for once! Just fuck off and leave me alone!" You scream, the frustration finally comes upfront.

Rodolfo's footsteps were heard turning and leaving the bedroom, the bedroom door faintly shutting, leaving you alone, like you asked, and unclear if Alejandro is still asleep or up and doing whatever tasks and chores he needs to do. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, you ease yourself down onto the floor, finally letting the tears flow. How the boys stayed calm and stuck with you all through all this beyond you. They were important and busy men, they could have anyone to warm their beds and carry their pups. Why choose you?

Double set of footsteps could be heard re-entering the bedroom, stopping outside the bedroom door again. Faint whispering between whoever was out there, followed by yet another knock, "Love, can you open the door?" Gaz. Sweet, loving, caring Kyle. He was the most calm and understanding of the eight of them, always able to talk you and ease you out of your more emotional moments. Bith stood on the other side of the door, trying to coax you to open it or get you out the bathroom.

After a few moment of nothing, and the barrier remaining in place,the Mexican and British men they try a different approach.

Rudy sighs, clearing his throat, "You can talk from in there, sí, sólo dinos qué pasa" his soft voice ringing in your ears, conern threaded deep into his tone.

You could see the image of his worry lines and cute, pippy-like expression in your mind, guilt or bile rose in your throat, the acidic smell hit your nose causing you to gag, the pups in your stomach moving around, kicking and pushing your skin from the inside didn't help.

Against your better wishes, using the wall and sink to get back up and steady yourself, you slowly make your way to the door and unlock it, using the handle as a aid when the pups kick again. The puffiness in your eyes evidence enough of the crying. "I'm sorry" you whimper meekly, keeping your head down.

Kyle opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair as you sob into his shirt, Rodolfo puts a hand on your back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to sooth you. Both felt guilty over not knowing what happened and if they caused it, if they missed something.

Did they fail as partners?

The man to your left gives a quite kiss to your head "Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien" he whispered to you in his native tounge, "what's wrong? Did somethinh happen?" he softly pressed, carefully tip-toeing around to ensure there isn't another breakdown.

Sniffiling, you shake your head no. burrowing further into the warm body in front of you. "I want wanted a bath and alone alone time. Didn't mean to shout." you whisper, voice hoarse from crying.

"Oh baby, it's ok" the British alpha reassures, "Why don't we run a bath while you sit here and a relax, hm?" he asks, gentle as ever.

The bedroom door opens unexpectedly, the smell of freash food fills your senses, a gruff but sweet voice calls out to the three of you, "Everything ok?" Alejandro, stands in the doorway with a plate of alegrías de amaranto and a cup of licuados, he was always trying to get you eat something healthy, even if it contained sugar.

Both men standing beside you nodded in unison, still keeping their arms tight around you, Rudy speaks something to Ale you don't quite hear but judging by his reaction it was about the events prior to his arrival. Alejandro sets the plate and cup down on the bedside table, telling Kyle and Rodolfo to start the bath for you, helping you out their arms and to sit on the bed, they both left to do as told.

"Shh, mi amor" he whispers, arranging your body so your legs are over his, head agaisnt his chest and back propped up by a few pillows, "te traje comide, vamos, come."

Alejandro picks up the plate from the table, holding it up to you so you can eat, small bites followed by sips of the drink he brought, he still kept is around around you, holding you against his chest as you ate. The muffled sound of runnng water filed in from the bathroom mixed with barely audible chatter.

After your food and drink was finished and the plate and cup were back on the table, Alejandro carefully picks you up bridal style, making sure to keep you as close as possible, walking towards the bathroom to join the two men already in there. He plces you down on the bathmat, the bath now filled with hot water and deep galatic blue colour from the bath-bomb they pickout, barely visible from under the bubbles floating on top the water.

Rudy removes your -Ghosts- shirt, jokingly complementing you on it, asking where you got it and that it looks good on you. He folds it and puts it on the toilet seat, helping you into the water and making sure you're comfortable, saying he and the other two will be in the other room if you need anything.

The three left you to have your alone time, you laye your head back on to the edge of the tub, letting the water reach your shoulders. Closing your eyes and letting out a sign, feeling the tranquillity relax your muscles, relax your mind, letting it wash away all your problems and stress.

Sudden pain spreads through your lower region, another one then another, the babies kicks become for frequent, shouting out to the guys as you white-knuckle the tub, trying to even your breathing, the door nearly falls off its hinges as it burts open, eyes flying around the room hoping to stop any danger before landing on you, silently asking what's wrong.

"I think my water just broke."

The Nurses gathered around you, shouting out different things, bringing in all sorts of equipment and moving you around, attending to your every need to make sure you're comfortable as possible. They ask your mates to wait in the waiting room, stating having an alpha in the room can cause problems.

All protested, not wanting to miss anything, but left eventually, leaving you alone to deliver the pups.

Johnny was the most reckless, pacing around the waiting room table, König sat in a comically small chair, nervously fidgeting next to Ghost who was giving the smll low growls, irritated by the constant movements.

Price and Graves were oddly calm, sat at opposite ends of the room, being leaders and commanders of hundreds of soldier, it made sense why they were the most calm, Alejandro was too, but not as calm at them.

"I cannae take this any longer" Soap growls, stopping his pacing to look at the double doors that lead to the labour and delivery ward, eyes swimming with impatience and worry.

"It's only been a few hours, sunshine" Price huffs out, moving around his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The hospital has a 'no smoking' rule indoors, no matter how badly he wants a cigar, Price stays put, not wanting to miss the announcement when the pups are born

Four of the eight men in the room groan in response; Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kyle and Johnny. All four were more than excited to meet the little one, they could barley stay still. waiting for one of the nurses to tell them it's ok to see you.

"Who'd you think the fathers are? " Graves pipes up, smug smirk on his face, "What? I'm just asking." he is confident on the question, whether it was to start a fight or it was a genuine question is hard to say

"Obviously it's me."

"Not even close, Johnny."

"What makes you think it's you, Skull-Boy?"

Price closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to block out yet another argument, praying a nurse comes soon.

"Könnte ich sein."

"God help our bonnie if it's you, ye Austrian giant."

"That's mean, hermano"

The bickering continues, back and forth, until one of the nurses comes in, standing by the double swing doors, does everyone shut up, listening to what she has to say. "There were a few complications, but that's expected when you have triplets, but mama is healthy and well. You have three healthy baby girls. Congratulations." she says.

Relief floods through the men, three daughters.

"Do you know who the fathers are?" König asks the nurse.

She shakes her head, "The doctor is talking to your mate now, you'll know then. You're welcome to visit them now." She explains before leaving the men in the waiting room.

Two of your babies were sleeping beside you in hospital provided basins, you just got the back after they checked them and did all the necessary procedures. They looked so cute wrapped up in their blankets and hats. Soft, tiny whines here and there could be heard of them every once in a while.

After seeing their faces, their tiny hands clasped around your finger as they took their first breathes, you knew who each of your new childrens fathers were. The resemblance could be seen clear as day.

The door to your room swings open with such force, nearly hitting the wall, "Careful! You'll wake them." you whisper-shout to whoever opened it, looking at your eight partners and the tears in their eyes as you spot the newborns, "Their sleeping!" you say, looking down at th child in your arms.

They all flock around them, Ghost comes over to take the child you're holding from you, stating you need to sleep, Price and Johnny both look at the pup Ghost is now holding, cooing at how cute she is. "The one you're holding his Kyle's" you mutter, sleepily smiling at them, watching their attempt to hold themselves together.

Gaz looks over at the child in the masked man arms, tears lining his waterline, all stopped fighting back tears the second they caught sight of their small pups. Kyle points to himself, as to confirm it's his, you nod to confirm she is indeed his. Ghost hands the man his newborn, the smile on Gaz's face seems to get wider as he looks at his daughter. "And the other two?" he whispers.

"The second girl is Rodolfo's and the third is Alejandro's" You say, trying your hardest to stay awake, the two Mexicans have a face splitting smile, Looking at their children, with such love and adoration in their eyes. "I haven't had a test, but i know their yours, i just know,i can see you in them." The three men nod, you don't need some test to tell that the they were their pups.

"I haven't named them yet, thought you could." you announce, slowly blinking as sleep starts to claim a hold on you.

Price sits next to you on the bed. wrapping an arm around your shouldera, pulling you into his side, " You did great, love, we'll take it from here. Get some rest" he whipsers, careful not to wake the sleeping babies. He presses a kiss to you forehead and you lay your head down on his shoulder.

Finally allowing yourself to sleep. watching as the men coo over the new pups, placing bets on whos next and saying how'll be the next to have children.

translations:

¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta? - Sweetheart? Can you open the door?

sí, sólo dinos qué pasa - yes, just tell us what's happening

Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien - You're ok, you're ok, we're here, you're ok

mi amor - my love

te trajecomida, vamos, come - i brought food, come on, eat

Alegrías de Amaranto- Mexican candy made from amaranth seeds and honey or sugar

Licuados - Latin American drink made with milk, fruit and ice

Hermano - Brother

Könnte ich sein - Could be me

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loviingpedri · 6 months

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my birthday baby - pedri

prompt: birthday special dedicated to me and other birthday babies!

warnings: grammar issues and like 1 subtle dirty joke

your birthday seemed an ordinary day to you. you usually just went on your daily routine. it wasn’t until this year that your boyfriend, pedri, decided to plan a vacation to celebrate you.

you’ve never celebrated the day since you were practically a kid. pedri figured it would a good time to step away from the world and make new memories together. the relationship was still in the new phase, meaning this trip would bring the two of you together.

“y/n! are you all packed up?” pedri yelled down the hall, expecting an answer.

“yeah! i’m coming!” zipping up your suitcase. you honestly had no idea where you were going. your party planner pedri only told you to pack pajamas, bathing suits, and some dresses to handle at least 4 days of vacation.

meeting up with your boyfriend outside, you gave him a quick peck on the lip before getting in the car. all suitcase business had been given to him to handle. only job you had to do was attend and look pretty.

considering it was 7 pm at night, the whole city of barcelona was sparkling. the city lights specifically highlighting your face for pedri to look at.

“won’t you give me a hint on where we’re going?” if you had a penny for every time you begged him to tell you the destination, you would be filthy rich for the rest of your life.

“i already told you, it’s a surprise.” it was the same answer every time. sighing with anxiety and your nerves pumping, you just had to trust him. there were so many places on your bucket list, the guesses could go on for ages.

“how long is this car ride anyway?” you closed your eyes just for a bit aft

little did you know. “not long. look outside.” opening your eyes and trying to clear your vision. your jaw dropped and your back suddenly straightened.

“you’re joking, right?”

in front of your eyes was a luxurious private jet with a carpet customized to your name that was in front of the stairs leading to it. other than your boyfriend, this is probably the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

pedri stopped the car and put it on park. “do you like it?”

“are you kidding me. i love it so much. thank you!” hugging him from the passenger seat was hard, but he could feel the excitement coming from you.

people coming to park the car in valet and take your suitcases as your hand was grabbing pedri’s hand tightly. you wanted to run onto the jet immediately, but the visuals of it made you stop in awe.

most of your flight was drinking champagne and then falling into a deep sleep after. pedri gently woke you up to see the view. you saw clear waters and the bright sun.

“it’s beautiful, but where are we?”

“welcome to malé, maldives.”

getting off the plane shortly and stretching your legs, the sky was so clear. you didn’t have to worry about baggage claim either since they were going to be at the resort before you even knew it.

you thought your resort would be in the middle of the city, so you can just go out. were you proven wrong quickly. you were soon on a boat riding to your overwater villa. pedri was really spoiling you this trip.

the villa was gorgeous. you had a fear that you were going to get home sick easily because it was a four day trip, but you would rather spend your whole life here without a doubt.

“it’s still early. wanna go for a swim?” pedri never missed an opportunity to do something active. you couldn’t blame him, the pool was definitely special.

changing quickly and jumping into the ice cold water woke you up after your long flight.

“thank you for all of this. it really means a lot.”

“i believe you should be celebrated. it’s even better when you’re celebrating with me.” giving you a wink made you lay your face into his shoulder from his cheesy flirting.

it all happened so fast. after swimming, you took a tour around a nearby resort. doing some yoga before it was dinner. putting on your best outfit and pedri having his fancy suite, it all felt like a fever dream.

this man got you a 10 course meal, 11 if you include something else.

“pedri, you don’t understand. i am so grateful you’re doing all of this. but how long did this take you to plan?” stuffing your face with the tiniest portion of caviar they gave you.

“like two weeks. i don’t know, my manager did everything for me. i just had to pay for it.”

that was such a pedri thing to do. he wanted to show you that he appreciated you, but he had troubles trying to show it. it was the thought that counted.

finishing your meal, an unexpected surprise was coming towards your table.

a birthday cake with the words ‘happy birthday’ was sitting in front of you while your boyfriend and complete happy strangers singing to you. memories of your past birthdays were running through your mind and you felt happy as the celebration of your birth was with the only person that mattered to you.

your boyfriend, pedri gonzalez.

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author’s note: happy birthday to all the october 23 babies! happy scorpio season, everyone! thank you for all the support on tumblr. i can’t wait to make new stories for you guys in my newest chapter in my life. 🤍

#football x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #pedri x y/n #pedri gonzalez x you #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri x you #pedri one shot #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri fluff #birthday

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zushikiss · 8 months

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genshin men as random times

summary ; random times and which genshin men + scenario i associate them with

warnings ; petnames (darling, baby in ayato's), slight mentions of a panic attack in xiao's

pairings ; ayato, venti, xiao x gn!reader

notes ; vv domestic and fluffy!! i've been writing these at random times in between classes and i think i finally have enough to post 🥹

8:42 pm - KAMISATO AYATO

and when the clock strucks 8:30 the door opens like always, you stand up from the dining table where you're trying to figure out how to do an origami you saw online, you stand and jog over to the door to greet your boyfriend.

"Welcome home!"

He smiles and immediately and he hugs you, placing half his weight on you as you then whine about how heavy he is.

"Yah, you're too heavy!"

"Work was tiring, let me rest a bit, darling."

"Rest as long as you want but please, take a shower first so we can go to sleep right away. "

and like clockwork, he'll whine but leave nonetheless, the offer of sleeping sounding amazing, and like always, on 8:42 he'll emerge from the bathroom and lay in between your legs, burying his face into your stomach as you let out a chuckle and play with his hair.

"Yatoo, baby you can't sleep like that."

"Yes i can, who'll stop me?"

"Me!! Now come up so we can sleep."

he looks up and he sees you staring right at him with a small pleading smile, he jokingly rolls his eyes as he climbs up, now nuzzling his face into your neck as you press a kiss on his temple.

"Goodnight, even if you're like a big baby."

9:32 am - VENTI

venti knew nothing about cooking, that was clear to anyone who knew him, so to say that diluc and jean were shocked when they got pulled into a video call at the ass crack of morning was no exageration.

"Why'd you call? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, are you alright?"

"Everything's fine! I just need help."

"Help with?"

"I wanna cook for my s/o, they said the've been missing the food from their homeland soooo."

and with that, the cooking started, though it took her a couple tries, he finally succeeded, he checks the time and its 9:32 am, as he ended the call and started to clean up the mess, you sleepily emerged from your room, you navigated towards him as you wrapped your arms around venti, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Morning ven. You woke up pretty early."

"I cooked for you! Quick give it a taste!"

1:57 am - XIAO

it was 1:46 in the morning and you couldn't sleep, you had a huge event later that day and you couldn't help but be nervous, your chest tightens as you struggle to breathe, tears soak your shirt as you find it difficult to breathe, you couldn't bring herself to call anyone, you hesitate but you call out to him.

"Xiao?"

"Are you okay?"

he appeared in an instant, once he noticed the state you were in he hesitated but he disappeared, you thought he didn't want to deal with you but at 1:57 he appears once again, he finds you near the foot of your bed, just the same as he left you earlier, he sat beside you as he hugged you, nudging you head towards his chest as you stained his shirt with tears.

"I got you some food... and flowers. They tend to calm me down when i'm upset so i hope they comfort you the same way the do to me."

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t3ag3rs · 25 days

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g e n s o - 0 2.

your body jolts up as you feel yourself on the verge of passing out.

you quickly glance up at your teacher to see if he noticed you sleeping in his class, sighing quietly when you notice he was turned to the board.

you itched your most recent cut, wincing slightly as it hurt. at least its somewhat healing.. you thought to yourself staring at the scar. you rubbed your eyes to fight the sleep trying to consume you.

god its like im tired everywhere else except when its time to actually sleep..

you bounced your knee up and down waiting for the time to go by quicker. you couldnt wait to get out of this goddamn academy. why were all last days filled with sappy goodbyes and hugs? you couldnt wait to go home and take a nice long nap.

no more stressing out over school work. no more sleepless nights. no more burn outs.

that sounded like absolute heaven.

ring, ring, ring!

you jumped out of your seat and rushed home. you finally had months to actually prepare for the UA entrance exam. you had to make it in.

you promised him you would.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"mom! can you please call bakugous mom and ask if they can come over? its been so long!" you pleaded once you got home. "fine.. let me call them" sighed out your mom, going to grab the phone.

you watched giddily as she called, "hey, do you think you could come over with bakugou today? y/n finally got out of school and wants to see him" she asked, you saw as her lips form a tight line, "oh.. i see.. its okay then! take care! " she ended the call.

"im afraid bakugou cant come over, she said he wanted to train for the entrance exam and nothing else." she continued but you werent listening.

he didnt want to see you.

after all these years of waiting patiently to see him was for nothing. he didnt care about your friendship with him. he just wanted to train and be a hero.

like always.

"izuku could probably come over though.. are you even listening y/n??" your mother questioned. you snapped out of your trance, "o-oh yeah! sure we can do that!" you replied, not even knowing what you were agreeing to.

"good! izuku will be able to come tomorrow so i suggest you take a bath, eat early, and head to bed to get some good rest. no more school until that entrance exam, i know you wont let us down." she smiled and ruffled your hair.

you smiled back and nodded. you werent planning on failing it anyways. even if bakugou didnt value your friendship anymore, you still made yourself a promise. you were going to make it in whether you liked it or not.

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you showered quickly and went downstairs to get some water. you looked at the food hungrily, but your mind said otherwise.

are you really going to eat? you already had so much food yesterday. its best you skip eating today so you wont gain much weight.

you looked down at your stomach and sighed as it rumbled, aching for food. one night cant hurt right? you turned away from the food and got a water bottle getting ready to sleep.

you walked into your room and placed the water bottle on your nightstand and turned off the lights. you let out a yawn and layed down, falling asleep right as your head hit the pillow.

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the next day you woke up and did your morning routine. you couldnt help but be excited to see izuku after 3 years.

as the doorbell rang you rushed to open the door and let out a gasp when you saw how much the green haired boy changed. you hugged him and smiled, "izu! oh my gosh ive missed you so much!" you pulled away and stared at him, "you look so mature now!"

he let out a small laugh, "i can say the same to you y/n! its been so long!" you stepped aside and welcomed him in. you walked up with him into your bedroom and sat down, "how was the last three years? is bakugou still a bully to you?" you ask.

he looks down sadly, "he hasnt changed much.. if anything its gotten worse. his egos so big now..!" he lets out a chuckle and scratches his neck, "just yesterday he burned my hero notebook and threw it in the fish pond outside the school..!"

you gasped, "what? i cant believe he did that! hes changed so much..." he looked down and continued, "that wasnt the worst part... he told me to take a swan dive off the roof if i wanted a quirk that bad.." you felt the anger boil in you.

"he said WHAT?" you asked in disbelief, "i cant believe i was friends with that piece of shit! and he said he wanted to focus on training instead of talkinh to me after 3 years! i cant believe he wants to be a hero with an attitude like that!" you yelled.

"its not that big of a deal..! besides... we both got into a villain attack yesterday and guess who saved us?? all might!!" he started fanboying about all the things he did, but you were too busy thinking about how horrible bakugou had became.

"but poor kacchan.. the villian was really going to take over him.. it was scary to look at.." he rambled, "still! its no excuse to hows hes been acting! but your lucky you got to see all might! i wouldve fainted if i actually saw him! " you exclaimed.

"exactly! but thats not the point, he said i could become a hero too!" he smiled, you looked at him confused "how..?" he looked at his hands and then back at you.

"promise me you wont tell anyone" you nodded and swore, "all mights quirk was given to him, he wasnt born with it. he told me he would train me so that he could pass on his quirk to me!" your mind went blank.

"how is that even possible? you cant inherit a quirk! thats not how things work. if its true how come none of the scientists have figured it out yet?" you rambled, "im not sure, but i can finally become a hero now! its all ive wanted, and to top it off i can be trained by the worlds greatest hero!"

you couldnt help but smile and feel happy for him. all he ever wanted was to be a hero and now it could finally come true. "im happy for you izu! we can try out for UA together!" he smiled and let out a sound of agreement. "maybe we can train together under all might! im sure he'll like you, but just be warned he doesnt always look muscular... he has a whole different body when his quirk runs out.."

you found out just exactly what he meant the next day when you met him and all might at the beach.

"so y/n.. this is all might" he said pointing at a man who look like a drug-addict, but then suddenly changed to the all might you saw on tv. "what the actual fuck" you gasped, "told you to be warned..! all might i want you to meet y/n l/n, my best friend of many years!"

you took a deep bow at his direction, "im thankful to be able to train under you, and for you to trust me with knowing about your identity and izukus new quirk" all might grinned, "of course kiddo, now whats your quirk?"

"i have the ability to control elements, so far its mainly the usual four; water, fire, air, earth. im most comfortable with water, and least with earth. each of my elements have its own drawback." he nods as you speak, "you both definitely need to start strength training more as your quirks will be powerful."

"so lets get started!"

at that moment you had started the ten months of absolute torture.

everyday was spent working harder than before. a meal plan that was composed so that your every meal had enough protein to not only loose the unwanted body fat, but to also build the needed muscle for your quirk. a sleep schedule so that you woke up everyday with enough energy to train the 5 gruesome hours every morning, and extra if you felt up to it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

finally it was the morning of the long awaited entrance exam. you watched as deku screamed and let out every nerve he had in him. "i have to admit it.. you two have genuinely surprised me by cleaning the entire beach! " exclaimed all might.

he pulled up a photo of you two from the first day you started, "you two have definitely gotten stronger and you y/n, have grown more experienced with your quirk. young midoriya you have now worked your body enough to inherit my quirk... eat this." he handed deku a strand of his hair and you gagged silently.

"to inherit my quirk you need to consume some of my dna" he explained, "theres no time to explain! eat it or you two will be late!" deku closed his eyes and swallowed the strand making you cringe.

i think im gonna be sick!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you walked with deku to UA and stared at it in awe. you fiddled with your jacket covering the tight tanktop you had on, paired with your army green cargo pants.

god im so nervous..!

"even though i ate his hair i dont feel any different.." sighed deku, you smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder "its probably just getting used to your body, besides i never felt any different when i got my quirk!"

"stupid deku..! get out of my way before i light you on fire..!" snarled a voice from behind you. your heart dropped as you turned and made eye contact with bakugou.

you couldnt believe how much he had changed. his face was more mature and his body had definitely grown more muscle. his attitude had just gotten worse though.

he knocked his shoulder into yours and walked away coldly, not saying a word to you.

"asshat" you whispered while continuing to walk with deku until he stumbled on his own feet and was frozen mid air. "are you okay?" said a high pitched voice from a brown haired girl beside you.

"i used my quirk to stop you from falling!" deku got up and started blushing, you giggled knowing he probably thought she was cute. "my names ochako uraraka! nice to meet you two!" you smiled as deku started glitching in real life. "my names y/n l/n and thats izuku midoriya! its nice to meet you too!"

you grinned as a plan came to mind, "well i have to meet someone inside.. you should get to know her izuku! it was nice meeting you! bye izu!" you ran away giggling. he had no choice but to talk to her now!

you took a seat next to a red haired boy and settled down looking at your card. looks like ill be in battle center A.. "hey what center are you in?" the boy asked you as he showed you his card , "oh um.. center A" he sighed, "guess we arent in the same one.. well i wish you luck anyways!" he grinned showing his sharp teeth.

you smiled back, "thanks! you too! also i really like the red hair!" he blushed, "thanks dude!" suddently the lights went out and the hero present mic started speaking.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you finally got changed out of your jacket and prepared to fight. you stood outside of the battle center with a group of other people. you noticed bakugou but didnt awknowledge him, instead you made sure you had enough water in your pouch to use during the fight.

suddenly the doors opened and present mics voice could be heard counting down. "on your mark.. get set... go!"

it was finally the moment you had been training months for.

previous parts: pt. 00 / pt. 01 next parts: pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12

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spirallingintothevoid71 · 6 months

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When I first moved into the neighborhood, one of my neighbors brought me over a welcome basket.

She was sweet. Extremely so. Almost too much. Stepford like. Telling me all about the lovely things in their neighborhood.

I assumed she just wanted to evaluate the situation. Ensure an older, single man wasn't bringing trouble to their idyllic little corner of the world.

She left behind a nice fruit basket and some drinks as a welcome. Invited me to a neighborhood barbecue the weekend after next.

I puzzled over the situation for a bit, but then decided not to overthink it, and just enjoy the gift. I had some fruit and a drink of what tasted like a homemade alcoholic beverage.

After a bit, I felt a bit groggy. You're getting weak on your alcohol, I thought wryly, and called it an early night.

That night, I dreamed of her. Of her whispering things in my ear no PTA member should be. Of doing things to my body no sweet neighbor would. Of making me beg her for it, coaxing things out of me I'd only thought of in my wildest imagination.

I woke that morning covered in sweat. My body felt as though it had been put through a ringer. And... I had made a mess of the sheets. Like some prepubescent teenager.

It took me a bit to get myself together and cleaned up, but eventually I went about my day, beginning to unpack.

And then my doorbell rang. It was a different lady, with a different gift basket. Muffins this time, but I recognized the same drink in a bottle.

She had the same questions. The same advice on the neighborhood. The same invite to the neighborhood barbecue. And the same sweet, stepford like sweetness. Exactly the same.

I found it almost unnerving. But I played along. After she'd gone, I went back to work until I realized I needed something to eat.

I saw the basket. Wondered if I should be worried. Then laughed out loud. That dream had really gotten to me. I had a few muffins, polished off the bottle, and went back to work.

Until I started feeling groggy again. I barely managed to undress and get into bed before sleep took me.

And dreamed.

This time I dreamed of my second visitor. She whispered in my ear, told me that I couldn't move. And I found myself unable to, as though tied to the bed by invisible chains.

She used me then. Toyed with me agonizingly slowly with her hands first, until I moaned with the pleasure she was giving me. And that was just the beginning.

Her mouth came next. Her breath along my body, then her lips and tongue. Making me ache, whine with desire. And still I couldn't move.

Until she straddled me. Used me like a plaything for her own pleasure. Staring up at her, straining to lift my leaden arms. Until I exploded uncontrollably, my body convulsing beneath her for what felt like hours. She whispered my dream to an end.

I woke to the same mess, the same exhaustion. I lay there thinking, until I forced myself out of bed. I hadn't dreamed this way in years, maybe ever. And I really needed to get back to work.

Without fail, the next day, at the same time, came another visitor.

Same questions. Same advice on the neighborhood. Same invite to the neighborhood barbecue. And the same sweet, stepford like sweetness. Exactly the same.

I looked warily at the gift basket she'd left. Cookies and sweets this time. And the same bottle. And I found myself both hungry and thirsty. I forced myself to work for an hour or two, but my focus kept returning to the bottle.

I walked over to it. Tried the cookies and sweets. They were delicious. I wasn't surprised. Nor was I surprised when I found myself incredibly thirsty. And wanting to drink from the bottle.

I sat on the couch and drank. And when the grogginess hit me, I simply let it take me.

And dreamed.

My third visitor was there. At my dining room table. Gone was the flower print dress and sensible shoes. In their place were a leather bustier, a leather jacket, and long leather boots. Topped off with fishnet pantyhose. I realized I was on my knees, staring up at her.

Don't be too surprised, she told me. We both know it's where you belong. Where you want to be.

And she was right. As she said those words, I could feel them setting in my mind. I did want to be there.

She led me to the table, where she sat, setting me to work on her boots. When she was satisfied, she pulled me further up between her thighs. I knew what I had to do. What I needed to do. Her moans echoed throughout my living room.

We moved through the living room. Knocking some things over on our way to the couch. She threw me down on it, took me again. That same almost angry, somehow possessive look on her face. And no matter what we did, it was always clear she was in charge.

When she was satiated, she pushed me down onto the floor. There would be no bed for her, no comfortable space. No pretense. I was a toy, there for her use.

She looked down at me almost angrily as she writhed above me. I would bring her pleasure again. I needed to. My own pleasure depended on it. And more, as she looked at me, told me she owned me... I wanted to.

I woke on the couch. This time I had no illusion that it had been a dream. Whatever these seemingly sweet neighborhood ladies had been giving me had somehow rendered me compliant. Pliable.

And... I wanted more.

There was no time to recover this time. As I pulled my clothes on, there was a knock at the door. I made my way to it and she walked in, a commanding presence.

Same questions. Same advice on the neighborhood. Same invite to the neighborhood barbecue. And the same sweet, stepford like sweetness. Exactly the same.

Or, almost. There was no gift basket in her hand. Only a bottle. She handed it to me. Raised an eyebrow.

I didn't think. I opened it and drank. And found myself groggy almost instantly. This time I woke somewhere else. Strapped to a wooden cross beam.

She stood before me. Without any hesitation, she began touching me. At first, her hands, her mouth, seemed everywhere at once. Until she settled in my center, her hand slowly, methodically working me to a frenzy.

She brought me to the edge over and over, until I didn't even beg for release anymore. She, they, had taken me beyond that. I didn't try to fight it. I simply let it happen, my whimpers and moans echoing through the space.

I found myself back inside my house again.

Exhausted.

Needy.

On the day of the barbecue, I arrived just on time.

When she finally took me over the edge, I wasn't thinking at all. It simply happened, my body, my mind convulsing in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Both completely emptying themselves. Something... changed inside me. Broke.

There were only 5 people there.

And me.

They smiled at me.

I knelt.

They led me inside.

I became their toy, to be passed around at their leisure.

I was never happier.

Spiraling into the Void.

The four of them...

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superdcchick · 1 year

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Making time for each other

word count: 1,273

Walter x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI. sex (p in v). unprotected sex.

A/N: This is something I did quickly, trying to write to prevent writer’s block XD I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome and likes and reblogs. appreciated!

Walter has been working more these days and more late nights at the office. Of course, you understand that when he is on an important case he will have very little free time. Making dinner for him every evening even though you know he won't be home to eat it so you put it away in a container and leave it to the side. But when you wake up the next morning it's empty. Whenever he gets home he heats it up and eats. You check the trash and it doesn't be thrown in there. Then he quietly slips into bed without waking you, when you wake in the morning his side of the bed is empty. He left early to be back in the office. Always trying to stay awake to see him come home, but you're never successful. You left him a note one night on his pillow to wake you when you got home but he couldn't bring himself to wake you. That morning you woke up to a note from him on the kitchen counter "I couldn't bring myself to wake you, sweetheart. Please accept my apology with your favorite doughnut. I miss you, baby"

Making yourself a cup of coffee, you sat on the couch while eating your doughnut and drinking your coffee. When you were done you send him a quick message. "Thank you for my favorite doughnut babe"

You get a red heart back a few minutes later, making you smile. He's busy with the case so he doesn't have the time to write a full message. But hopefully, this makes him think about you more and maybe just for this one night, he will come home early. That night you went to bed alone, trying your best to stay awake but failing. When Walter got home, he saw you laying in bed with his grey jumper on, making him smile. He takes his clothes off and slips into bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You turn to him in your sleep and rest your head on his chest. He stays awake a little longer just holding you and kissing the top of your head. When you wake in the morning he's gone again. "Dammit! Stupid cases!" Sighing and galling back onto the bed.

Later that evening you thought you would visit the station and bring the guys a pick-me-up by bringing coffee and doughnuts. Making your way inside and saying hello to the receptionist, telling her the coffee and stuff was for everyone. She thanked you and told you that Walter was in his office. "Thank you, I'll just check in on him real quick" making your way back to his office and knocking on the door. "Come in!"

"Hey honey"

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah everything is fine babe, just brought everyone some coffee and doughnuts and I thought I might actually get to see you"

"I'm sorry honey, this case is driving everyone crazy"

"It's okay, I was just starting to forget what you look like" you laugh leaving his favorite coffee on his desk and leaning against it in front of him.

"How's that case coming along?"

"I've put so many hours into it and I seem to be getting nowhere"

Stretching out your arms to hug him, he leans in resting his head on your chest. He takes a deep breath, breathing in your perfume. His hands sneak into your coat and up along your back. Resting your head on top of his and playing with his hair. After a few minutes, he looks up at you, resting his chin on your chest. Leaning down, kissing his lips softly. His hands begin to pull you closer to him as he kisses you back. He stands in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks as his kisses become more fierce and hungry.

Pulling away and looking into your eyes "I've definitely missed that" smiling and leaning back in kissing him again. You can feel him smiling against your lips, it becomes more heated, hands roaming each other's bodies. Taking his hand and guiding it to your clothed pussy. His other hand grabs the back of your neck making you stretch it out so he can leave wet kisses along it. You can't help thinking to yourself "YES! it's finally happening!! I've missed all of him so much"

The very second you put your hand on his belt there was a knock at his door. He sighs leaning his forehead against yours. Another officer looks around the door "Hey Marshall, we've got a lead on the case. Meet me at the car in 5"

"Okay"

The door closes.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I promise I'll make all of this up to you"

"It's okay Walter, I understand"

"Come on I'll walk you to your car"

Smiling, taking his hand as he walks with you, giving you a long lingering kiss before you got into your car and drove home. Dropping your keys on the coffee table and flopping down on the couch, turning the TV on, and flipping through the channels.

About an hour later you hear a car screech to break outside and the door slamming. Jumping up from the couch wondering what the hell is going on. The front door opens and slams "Y/N!? Y/N!?"

"Walter? I'm in here, what's the matter?"

He comes around the door smashing his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. "Walter, what happened?"

"Nothing, couldn't stop thinking about you"

He carries you from the living room to the bedroom, his lips never leaving your neck. Nothing is going to interrupt us this time so you're not asking any more questions. He lays you on the bed undoing your jeans button and zip as he kisses you, dipping his fingers into your heat feeling how wet you are.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry for being so busy"

Gasping as you feel his fingers start to dip inside you.

"Please Walter, just shut up and fuck me"

He laughs kissing you again while curling his fingers inside you.

Pushing him away and sitting up to undo his belt and jeans, both of you made quick work of taking your clothes off. He crawls up your body, his cock bumping off your pussy making you gasp. Reaching out for him and guiding him into your heat. He fills you slowly with all of his cock. The sting of the stretch is what you missed but when he started to move, fuck you couldn't help moaning. He starts with slow strokes. Every time his cock filled you it sent sticks along your spine, your moans becoming louder as he got faster and harder. He brings one of your legs up, resting it on his shoulder giving him a new angle making you almost scream. He feels your pussy clenching around him "Yes baby right there! I'm gonna cum!"

Just a few more hard thrusts and your back arches off the bed. Your vision turns white with pleasure from your orgasm. His head falls into the crook of your neck, sucking marks all over it as his seed spills inside you. His cock twitched inside you. Both of you stay in the same position for a while. Just looking at each other and playing with each other's hair and giggling. Pure bliss that you have both missed so much. "I'm sorry my love"

"Shh baby, I told you I understand "

"I know you do and I'm thankful for that but I'm gonna make more time for you, I promise"

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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WAIT DEVLIN WHO PLAYS DEAD JUST TO SEE MORTUARY WORKER DARLING WHOS JUST LIKE “ugh, you again 🙄,” BUT SECRETLY LIKES IT EVERY TIME HE SHOWS UP AHDHSJAKK

You go over your notes left on your desk as you approach the table. Another John Doe. Male, late teens to early twenties, hair... red, eyes, brown. Cause of death was apparently open heart surgery gone wrong - if you called ending up in a candy box feet away from his corpse a little mistake. In place of the organ, a note had been shoved in the cavity which had been taped to the last page. The finger prints on it are fresh.

"Missed you."

" Wink."

Propping himself up on his elbows, Devlin lays stomach first on the operating table with his legs swinging and hearts in his eyes. Left eyelid spasming, he forces it open and jams his finger in his eye, pulling out the colored contact he worn. The thing's he did for love. It was a bitch to put in, and it hid one of his best features. Finding goldem contacts on short notice was harder than he thought it would've been.

"Fuckin' nightmare these things. Almost stabbed out my eye so I wouldn't have to put it in....." He flicks the contact off his finger and tugs on his copper locks, orange roots already poking through. "Soo? What do you think? I make a sexy red don't I?"

"....Did you just say the word "wink" out loud as you winked?"

"Ah, don't sweat the small thing. Devlin slides off the table and ties the sheet over his lower hand around his waist as he steps towards you. "All that matters right now is that we're together again. Like we should."

He leans in for a kiss, blowing one to you rather than making contact. The first time you crossed paths Devlin had drunk and partied himself into a coma he didn't wake from even after getting hit by a car. He woke up on your table, still shitfaced and someone hands deep in his guts. Normally he'd like to at least be on a first name bases, but this new face was hot enough for him to let it slide. The fear wore off by his third visit, but while annoying as he could be - the company was welcome.

"Everytime you come in here you take away seconds I could be working on actual cases.... Buy me dinner without punching someone for making eye contact with me for more than five seconds and we're even."

Fuck it- Devlin dives in for that kiss which you don't refuse. Whether you actually liked him back or just wanted to make a dead man happy didn't matter - for now. Either way, his heart would always been in your hands. He made you hold it while it was still beating once. "No promises, Babes."

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟓 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: series masterlist | on the night you get married, eddie lays out his life and the truth, and you exchange vows. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: eddie munson (stranger things) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: allusions to smut, mentions of abuse (talking about eddie’s dad/childhood), lots of angst in this one y’all 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sadly, this is the last chapter of love letters! there’s one more part after this, though, an epilogue! thank you all so much for reading my eddie series, it really means a lot that you guys have remained so loyal to it. and now, onto the next adventure!

Waking up in the motel bed with Eddie was sublime. It was easy to wake up next to him, and you watched Eddie sleep for a few moments, his hair nestled on the pillow messily. He looked beautiful, so unjaded and sweet, his thick eyelashes resting on his cheeks as he snored lightly.

You shifted closer to him and rested your head on his bare chest, and your fiancé shifted slightly. Fiancé. The title hadn’t stopped sounding so lovely. All night, you had whispered it into each other’s mouths, and it tasted the same as it did the first time. Eddie had made proper love to you during the night, filling you and pleasing you, and you had scratched up his back and left hickies on his neck that would take days to disappear. But you were his and he was yours; nothing mattered to you but that.

The sun baked the bed as you held Eddie close, and he gave a quiet grunt as he woke up. Eddie blearily blinked, squeezing his eyes as he turned onto his side to face you, and he finally opened those dark eyes of his to gaze at you. “‘Morning,” he whispered, his voice wrecked and craggly, and you smiled at him. Even the sound of his voice in the morning was enough to make your heart burst.

“Good morning,” you whispered back, and his strong arm draped over your waist and tugged you close into his body. His meaty thigh split your legs open and he pressed you right against his warm skin, and he buried a kiss in your hair. “How did you sleep?”

Eddie groaned and sniffed for a moment, contemplating his answer, and he finally said, “Once I fell asleep, I was fine. But someone kept me up really late.” He smiled at you, slow and sleepy, and you buried your face in his chest as you laughed.

“Sorry,” you whispered, and Eddie’s arm slung around you and held you close, which you didn’t think was possible.

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie told you. “Making love to my fiancée is a very welcome distraction.”

“Good,” you said. You sighed and looked over at the clock on the bedside table, blinking evenly at 8AM, and you sighed and rolled your eyes. “I have a lecture in an hour.”

“Nooo,” Eddie drawled. “Really? Are you gonna go?”

“It’s my English Lit class,” you told him. “I mean, I could probably skip, but…”

“But what?” Eddie asked. He rolled into his back and pulled you over on top of him, and his hands braced on your thighs. “C’mon, you should skip, it’s just one class.”

“You’re such a horrible influence,” you told him, quickly booping his nose.

“Sure am,” Eddie said, one of his greedy hands coming up and grabbing at your tits with a smile on his face. “And you still wanna marry me.” A moment passed, his eyes flicking down before he looked back at your face, and he mumbled, “You still wanna do that, right?”

Seeing Eddie suddenly so insecure pulled at your heartstrings, and you pushed his hair behind his ear before you leaned down and kissed him softly. His hand touched your cheek, holding you close, and he chased you back to the kiss when you tried to pull away. “Eddie,” you mumbled against his mouth, and you touched his chest gently, pushing away for long enough to speak. “Of course I still wanna marry you. My thoughts on this haven’t changed.”

“Good,” Eddie uttered. “Just making sure.”

You looked down at him, admiring the look of him so early in the morning, his lips pink and plush, a small shadow of a mustache on his upper lip, his eyes sticky with sleep. His hair was frizzy on the pillow, probably in need of a wash, and the smell of his musk, combined with the remnants of last night, was almost intoxicating. Eddie was a handsome man, but, more than that, he was beautiful. His big, dark eyes that turned the color of honey in the right light, and his sweet nose and pink cheeks— he was like an angel.

“I love you,” you told him, leaning down and kissing his puffy lips.

“I love you too,” Eddie said, and your heart beat against your ribcage at his words. You would never get tired of hearing him tell you that. “I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.”

“Don’t say that,” you told him.

“Why not?” Eddie asked.

“It…” you started. “It makes me sad to think about that. You dying or whatever… Just makes me sick.”

“Good thing for you, I’m not dying anytime soon,” Eddie said with a smile, and he pulled you down into another kiss. “I’m gonna be here and love you for a very long time.”

“Good,” you nodded. “I’ll do the same.”

“Have you thought any about your vows?” Eddie asked. You flumped back down on the bed next to him and curled into his warm, bare side, and your fingers fluttered over his tattoos. True to his word, even though you had fought it, he had gotten a tattoo of you.

Thankfully, it wasn’t anything like your face, and, on the surface, it looked like it meant nothing. But, when you had tugged his shirt off the night before and saw your handwriting above his heart, your name that you had written in jealousy that afternoon, you had started to cry. Eddie was yours, forever.

Truthfully, you hadn’t had any time in the evening to even give a single thought to your vows. You had been too, ahem, busy, to spare a thought towards that. “Not really,” you admitted. “Have you?”

“A little bit,” Eddie said. “I mean, I know the broad strokes of what I wanna say, I’m sure I can figure out some concrete words later. It’s not like it needs to be scripted or anything.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, turning and kissing over your name on his chest. “What’re the broad strokes?”

Eddie was silent for a moment, shifting his arm behind his head as his other wrapped tight around you, and, when he spoke, his voice was tight. “Basically that I won’t be my dad,” he said. “I won’t hurt you, I won’t yell at you, shit like that…”

Eddie didn’t talk about his dad. Full stop. He had only ever brought him up a handful of times since you had known him, and only ever in passing. Eddie didn’t talk about his childhood or his parents; in fact, it seemed like he didn’t have a life to talk about before he came to live with Wayne. You knew that Eddie thought of Wayne more like a father than an uncle, and it hurt your heart to think about the things that Eddie went through before.

“Won’t teach our kid to hotwire a car,” Eddie continued, but he paused quickly. “I… I know we haven’t really talked about that, but… Do you want kids?”

“I mean…” you started. “I always said ‘with the right person’. ‘Never say never’, all that kinda stuff, y’know?”

“With me?” Eddie asked, and your heart seized. You definitely had thought about having kids with Eddie, having a little rascal running around that was a carbon copy of their father, but you had never told him about it. You had been scared it would run him off, and you still weren’t entirely certain that it wouldn’t. But if he was expecting to have kids, like his vows indicated…

“Yes,” you said. Jumping off the edge was the best way for you to come to terms with it, and the warm pool of Eddie’s expression helped you know that you had admitted to the right thing. “Yes, Eds. I wanna have a baby with you.”

His smile was the best thing you had ever seen, and Eddie’s arm tightened even more around you. “Cool,” he said. “Guess I’m the right person, then?”

“Absolutely,” you said. “I mean, c’mon, I’m about to elope with you in a few days. If that doesn’t scream ‘right person’, I don’t know what does.”

“I love you so fucking much,” Eddie said quickly. “So much, it hurts. Like, my heart hurts when I think about you.”

“Mine does the same,” you told him. “I can’t wait to have a life with you.”

Eddie hummed, and he rolled over on top of you. He littered kisses on your face, his scrubby chin scratching you but making you giggle, and he whispered, “My wife… You’ll be here, gettin’ all smart, I’ll be in Hawkins, savin’ up money, and, when the time’s right, we’ll move somewhere far away from here and have our own life. Are you gonna take my name?”

“Yes,” you said. “Mrs. Munson just sounds—”

“Fucking hot,” Eddie said, pressing his lips to yours. “God, I can hardly keep my hands off of you.”

“Then don’t,” you told him, and he groaned deep in his chest. “Fuck me, Eddie. Fuck your wife.”

It was torture waiting for the marriage certificate to be filed, but, just as Eddie had planned, it was ready on Friday. Eddie had gone home to Hawkins for the three days it took, and it hurt you to say goodbye to him, but he had kissed you and promised that he would be back on Friday, with a change of clothes and a proper ring. “Yes for the clothes,” you had laughed. “But don’t worry about a ring. I’ve got mine right here.” Before he left, he had kissed the ring on your thumb, then you.

Finally, after your last class on Friday, which thankfully let out at noon, Eddie was there to pick you up, a manila envelope clutched in his hands. You had waited until you got to his van to open it up, and you had marveled at the official rotary-stamped document that announced that you and Edward Munson were legally tied in marriage. You had winced at your full name on the certificate, but Eddie had clutched your face and laughed like a maniac as he kissed you. “I got her!” he exclaimed. “The best girl in the world!”

“The world?” you repeated. “Really? Maybe in Hawkins?”

“No, baby, the world,” Eddie insisted. “I am married to the best girl in the entire world. Pretty and smart and funny, that’s my wife.”

It almost didn’t feel real. That mood ring on your finger was your wedding ring. You were married to Eddie. You thought about when you had met him, scared and alone in the lunchroom back at Hawkins High, one of the lost sheeps that Eddie had brought under his wing, and now you were married to him. If only you had known back then that the super-super-senior who approached you and gave you that smile and said “You look lost. Wanna come sit with me and my friends?” would become your husband, you would have started loving him that very day. A lifetime with Eddie wasn’t enough; you needed an eternity.

“Did you tell Wayne?” you asked as Eddie lit up a cigarette, and he nodded.

“I told him everything,” he said. “Well, not everything, I left out the fucking-like-rabbits parts, but I told him everything else. How I was waiting on the certificate to be filed, how we already had a ring and a plan and everything, and he… He told me he was proud of me. He wanted us to call him from the hotel.”

“Hotel?” you asked. “I thought we were just kicking it in your van?”

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Eddie shrugged. “But he told me that I needed to give you a nice wedding night, and he gave me a little something, said it was a wedding gift. It won’t be, like, The Ritz or whatever, but it’s something.”

“Do you want a real wedding?” you asked softly, picking nervously at your sleeve. “I know you said no, but have your thoughts changed—”

“Honestly, no, I don’t,” Eddie said quickly, and his hand came to rest on yours, stopping your anxious fiddling. “It’s so much work, and so much money, I don’t want that. I’m happy with this.” He took your hand in his and kissed your knuckles, those big eyes of his shining in the sunlight, and he softly said, “I’m happy with you.”

The hotel Eddie was able to rent with Wayne’s “wedding gift” was nice, nicer than the motel from earlier in the week. You chipped in the little amount that you could (your bank account was still mostly graduation gift money, with some leftover birthday money that you had been frugal with), and Eddie took every opportunity to kiss you and tease you. “My sweet wife,” Eddie mumbled, pinning you against the wall of the elevator. “My perfect girl…”

“Wait, Eds,” you started, lightly touching his chest. “Before we do anything… I wanna know your vows.”

Eddie nodded quietly, agreeing with you. “You’re right,” he said. The elevator doors opened, and he took your hand as he led you through the quiet hallway to your room. The key was heavy in your hand as you handed it to him, and a satisfied smile slipped onto your lips at the sight of him— your husband— pushing open the door and gesturing inside.

“My lady,” he said, dramatically bowing to you, and you indulged him with a small curtsy before stepping inside. The bed was plush, and you were quick to fall onto it as Eddie closed the door behind himself, and he didn’t waste a single second before he was laying on top of you. His warmth was a comfort, his scent a dream, and you wrapped your arms tight around him.

“How about it, Mr. Munson?” you asked. Eddie buried his face in your neck, leaving a series of wet, loving kisses in his wake, and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Well,” he started. “It might sound kinda stupid, but I said that I would kiss you at least once a day.”

“That’s not stupid,” you told him. “That’s so sweet.” You paused and laid a soft kiss on his lips, and Eddie held your cheek as he kissed you back. “You’re already doing good on that vow.”

“A lot of these are just me promising not to be my dad,” Eddie said carefully. Once again, your heart pounded in your chest at the mention of Eddie’s dad, and you cleared your throat as your husband sighed.

“Okay,” you said softly. “What happened… With your dad? And your mom?”

Eddie sighed again, and he rolled onto his back, holding you tight to his chest. “I was really young, I don’t remember a lot,” he started. “But what I remember… He… He used to hit me around a lot. And he used to do it to my mom too, and I’d try to stop him but, y’know, I was a kid, I couldn’t stop it. I wish I could’ve done more for her. But my dad was always in and out of jail, one month here, a few weeks there, drug charges and theft and… He didn’t care when Mom got sick. Or, if he did, he had a really weird way of showing it. He got worse, to the point where CPS got involved… I was placed with Wayne, my dad’s brother… I was able to see Mom, but she was already in the hospital at this point.”

“Hospital?” you echoed. “Eddie, you never told me your mom’s sick.”

“Was,” Eddie corrected you, and your heart fell even deeper. You held him tight and, when he spoke next, his voice was thin and watery. “She was. She died when I was ten. Came within the year and took her before Christmas. And my dad, he got caught doing something, I don’t even know for sure what he did, but he was thrown in prison, and he’s been there for the past… Shit. I guess it’s coming up on ten years. Yeah, I was ten when he… Yeah, ten years. But I’m not him. I’ll never be him, and I’m starting that with kissing you every day. I never saw my dad kiss my mom or even show that he loved her at all, and I want our baby to grow up in a house with love. That’s another one, I’ll never touch you or our kid. Or kids. However many kids we have, they’re never… Never going to be afraid of me.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you whispered, and you held him tightly. You couldn’t come up with a single thing to say— you knew that he had heard enough sorries and apologies to last a lifetime— and you were thankful when his grip was just as tight around you as you were with him.

“And other, less intense vows too,” Eddie added, laughing lightly, but you could still hear in his voice how emotional he was. “Like… Loving you forever. Cherishing you. Worshipping the ground you walk on, although I already do that.”

“Eddie,” you said softly. “You can cry. You know that, right? You don’t have to run away from your emotions, you don’t have to lock them away, not with me. Never with me, okay?”

Those were the words your husband seemed to need, because he drew in a shaky breath and, finally, his tears fell. They clung to his lashes as he buried his mouth in your hair, and he took a heaving sob before he kissed your head. “You’re right,” he whispered. “Never, ever with you. I just… I don’t ever talk about any of this. It’s hard for me, like… Thinking about if some other kid were in my place, I’d want to help them and take them away from all of that, but… I didn’t have that. I didn’t have someone like that. I love Wayne, but he’s not, I can’t—”

Eddie was crying fully now, his heart pitter-pattering against your cheek as he drew in a tight sob. For years, he had held all of it back and never let himself process his grief. “Eddie,” you cooed softly, and Eddie sniffled as his fingers dug hard into your ribs. “Let it out, my love, you deserve it. You’ve been so brave for so long, please let it out. You have me now, I’m here for you.”

“I love you,” Eddie whispered. “I’m so fucking glad you chose me.”

“Baby, chose you?” you said. “I’ll always choose you. I love you, you dork, you’re always gonna be my first choice.”

Eddie sniffled and he held you tight for only a second more before letting go and starting to sit up. His eyes were pink, his cheeks stained with tears, and he smoothed his hair back as he sniffled again. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, and you shook your head.

“Never apologize for that, Eddie,” you told him, taking his hand. “You needed to get it out, and that’s okay. Eddie, baby, I’m your wife. I’m here for every moment, including ones like that.”

“Thanks,” Eddie whispered. “Umm, I have more vows.”

“Okay,” you said gently.

“I wrote ‘em down,” Eddie mumbled, and the tip of his tongue stuck out as he buried deep into the pocket of his leather jacket to retrieve the paper. You heard the crinkle of the paper and watched as he tugged it out, and you covered your mouth with your hand when you saw the lined notebook paper, the blue lines all wishy-washy— a manufacturing error.

“Eddie,” you whispered, and you sniffled back more tears. “Is that from the notebook with the—”

“The drawing of a dragon on the front,” Eddie nodded. “I used to write your letters in that notebook.”

“And you wrote your vows in it too,” you whispered. “God, I love you.”

“I’ll never stop loving you.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader angst #my writing

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Can you do 17 and 21 angst prompt list with Mark?

Angst: “You’re pregnant?” “I don’t want it” & 21. “You're sleeping on the couch” w/ Mark Estapa

note: it's been a week since I've posted anything, so my writing is a little rough!!

Couch

Mark was out with some of his friends tonight, while I hung back at the house. I wasn't expecting Mark to be back while I was still awake, because typically the boys will stay out until the early hours of the morning.

Around 10:30pm, I heard the front door open and close followed by footsteps heading up to Mark and I's room before our door swung open. I smile at Mark looking slightly confused but he looks a little stressed.

"You're back early" I say and he looks away slightly before shooting his head right back at me.

"You're pregnant?" he asks me and I look back at him stunned.

"No?"

"I heard at the bar that-" he starts but I cut him off

"Well it's a rumour. I can take a test if you don't believe me"

"No, it's fine. I believe you" He says laughing slightly, "But good"

"Good?" I ask him

"Yeah, it's a good thing right? I know I don't want it."

Although I don't want a child, his delivery hurt my feelings. I squint my eyes at him and try to process my feelings before speaking but he stands.

"Well, I'm going to head back now" he says awkwardly

"What the fuck?"

"What?"

"You come home to make sure I wasn't pregnant then tell me you don't want a baby with me and then you just get up and just leave?"

"Wait-" he says but I interrupt

"Actually you didn't ask me, you accused me"

"I did not accuse you" he says rolling his eyes at me

"Whatever, fuck off Mark. Go have fun at the bar. I'm SO glad you came all the way home just to make sure I wasn't pregnant"

"Y/n, come on..."

"Stop acting like I shouldn't be mad" i spit back

"Well you shouldn't!" he yells back, finally having enough

"Well, what if I was pregnant?" I ask him and the room went silent as he tries to think of the right thing to say. He continues to think as I get impatient with him staring at me. "Just leave Mark" I say

Mark doesn't say anything but walks towards the door. Boys are so stupid sometimes.

"Don't bother coming up to bed tonight, you're sleeping on the couch!" I say as he walks out in the hall. I stand from the bed and quickly slam the bedroom door, then listen as he makes his way back out the door.

The rest of the night, I walked back and forth around the room kind of regretting being so hard on him. He didn't know how to react, hell, I wouldn't have either. I thought with all of the thoughts running through my head I'd be up all night but when I finally settled down on the bed, I immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I headed downstairs and found Mark sleeping on the couch. I sat on the cushion in front of his stomach and ran my finger through his hair to wake him. He groaned as his eyes fluttered open to see me.

"Hi" I smile apologetically at him

"Hi" he says in the same tone, "I'm s-"

"No" I interrupt, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did.

"No, don't be sorry. I hurt your feelings, I deserved the couch" he says still sleepily. I don't reply to him but instead lower myself to lay in his arms, as they welcome me into his chest. I look up at him and he kisses my lips, "and I do want to have a baby with you, just not at this time" he says after pulling away

"I know" I smile, "I guess I was a little upset you went all the way back instead of just staying with me"

"I know, I'm sorry for that too. I realized I shouldn't have done that either after I left" he tells me and I just cuddle into his arms a little more.

#mark estapa #mark estapa imagine #mark estapa x reader #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich hockey imagine #umich blurbs

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galaxycunt · 6 months

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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 5

Almost done! One more part!! Thanks for joining me on my writing activity I did this week to break up my workload during the day lmao

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3 pt 4

Fluff/Angst

You didn’t go to sleep right away, Buggy talked your ear off about everything and anything. You felt it getting late, closing your eyes to let him know to shut up. You missed sleeping next to him, in his sleep he searched for you, pulling you close. Even when you both rolled over, his hand made its way to yours.

You woke up early to use the toilet, the sea breaking up the sunrise in waves. You can’t help your sticky fingers, thinking of that box on his desk.

You knew what it was, it was the same box you saw months ago. A pretty ring, diamond shining brightly in the middle. It couldn’t have been for you, he definitely stole it. You reasoned that he kept it until the right appraiser came along. It made you panic anyway.

You looked over to the snoring bump under the sheets, he had plenty of time to hock that thing. The anxiety shook you, slipping back between his arms to forget it.

The urge to flee nearly overtook you, reminding you of the full force of terror at the thought of being vulnerable last time. It was stupid, even now. You got the guy, yet again.

Snuggling up with Buggy, you fell asleep until it was midday. He was still beside you, and you kissed him awake.

”You’re still here.”

”Where else would I be?”

He pinched your cheek with a smile, “you’re staying here all day then.”

”No captainly duties today?”

He shook his head, completely relaxed. You liked seeing him like this, away from all the showmanship.

“Well I have sooo much to do today,” you said sliding out the bed.

You were only teasing him, and his hands floated to your shoulders to hold you down. You struggled playfully, deciding to play dirty and poked his sides.

”Hey! Don’t do that!”

”Or what?”

Poke, poke, poke. His hands roamed your body, two could play at that game. With chests heaving, you laid side by side, unsure if you had ever seen him that playful before.

“Would you want to be a part of the show?”

You shook your head, “I’m okay.”

He clicked his tongue, “shame. I’d love to see you in a skimpy outfit.”

”And share the view with everyone?”

“Get to show off the woman on my arm, why the hell not?”

This was a surprise to take in, a welcome change to the man that worked you to the bone. Would this happy mood last? You weren’t sure, his wrath never extended to you in the first place.

Quite the opposite, when you joined up nearly two years ago, he always flirted with you. Always coming to you to fix his costume, or a jacket, or even a bandana of all things. Anything to keep talking to you.

A confession danced on your lips, “you should probably get up. I’ll catch up.”

You swallowed your thoughts with a kiss, Buggy’s eyes never leaving your face. You gently push him off, getting dressed yourself.

”I’ll be right back, baby. Don’t go nowhere, no need to put clothes on.”

You shimmied out of your shorts with a smile, “whatever you say bossman.”

You waited a good ten minutes before you get up, making a beeline for that box. Holding your breath, you made your discovery. The ring was still here.

You didn’t love Buggy, or did you? Did he? Was it a drunken mistake you helped him wiggle out of? You think about his confession, the love gone unrequited a long time ago. His desk drawer, a hidden shrine to his heartbreaks. Those letters must of been from that boy he mentioned.

You felt like shit, laying in bed until he came back. A forced smile on your face, if he was going to ask, if that was even the intention, would you say yes?

You aren’t so sure, the doubt in your mind nagging you.

You aren’t made for love, only to bed pirates and other criminals. Buggy was a cruel man, even if you were too. Even if you weren’t cruel to each other.

If he noticed anything was wrong, he didn’t bring it up. The ship was headed to another village for a pit stop, and Buggy promised to take you out for a date. A do over of sorts, to make up for the last stop. You no longer had things in his cabin, leaving to your room to change clothes.

You run into your friend, pulling her inside.

”The ring is still there.”

”What?”

”Buggy’s ring.”

Her eyes go wide, “oh shit, yeah I remember now. You gonna suck a waiter’s dick again?”

Shame burned your cheeks, “not funny.”

”Sorry, but that was kinda your own fault.”

”I know.”

“He didn’t even bring that sucker out.”

”I know.”

She smirked, “so why so glum, chum?”

“Am I being crazy?”

She nods with a laugh. You can’t help but laugh either, things are a little too good right now. You’ll take what you can get. You return to Buggy with all smiles, ready to set your feet on land.

The swimming thoughts from earlier stuffed themselves in the back of your brain, focusing on the man in front of you as you dine and drink.

Buggy leaned against you in his chair, feet on the table. He had his hair down, and you lazily braid it.

“You should grow it out more, that way I can braid it into a crown.”

He giggled, “do I look like a milkmaid?”

”A very cute one,” you pecked his cheek.

You get up to order more drinks, the bartender barely acknowledging you as you motioned toward your table. The man talking to his friends next to you makes a joke you overhear, and you laughed. He briefly looked over his shoulder, raising his glass to you before returning to his circle.

One of these things set Buggy off, a sour look on his face as your approach him. You gave another peck on his cheek, setting two mugs down.

”You don’t need to owe me anything, just because I’m the captain.”

”What?”

It’s not anger written on his face, “I should’ve let you run off with that guy. That waiter.”

You closed your eyes, “Buggy I don’t want to fight.”

”I’m not fighting, I mean it.”

You give his hand a squeeze, Buggy focusing on the pillar behind you. He gave a small shrug, causing you to frown.

“What happened to clean slate?”

”Oh yeah, that.”

You decided to come clean, “I saw that ring. I shouldn’t have but I did.”

He laughs bitterly, “oh yeah, that thing. A real nice joke, that one.”

You twist your mouth, “I’m not saying no.”

”There’s nothing to say no to.”

”I freaked out. I dunno. Self sabotage, I guess.”

He only nods.

”Nothing wrong with thinking of a future. 10 kids, our own island.”

He laughed at that one, “10?”

You nod, “all named Marvin. Easier that way.”

He still won’t look at you, making you nervous. You drink silently, stealing glances at him. His eyes stay glued to the mug in front of him now.

How do you always find a way to fuck things up?

”Would it make you feel better if I played my accordion naked next time?”

”It would.”

You smiled, “really?”

He finally looked at you, “it’s the most erotic instrument, that’s why they call it a squeeze box.”

You both cackled like madmen, Buggy kissing your hand trying to calm himself down. You don’t think anyone finds Buggy more hilarious than himself. He got up to order drinks, coming back with rum and two shot glasses.

”If you really wanna make it up to me babe, I can think of a trip down memory lane.”

You scrunched your nose, “I’m not fucking you here.”

He shrugged, can’t win them all. He resumed his previous position against your chest, looking up at you with a smile. You can’t help but kiss him a few times.

”Do you mean it?”

”Maybe not 10 kids,” you joked.

”I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

You kissed him, your heart fluttering.

”I love you too.”

You actually mean it this time.

#buggy the clown #buggy one piece #buggy x reader #one piece #buggy x you

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