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aching-tummies · 1 year

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"My tummy hurts" you say as we slowly walk down the street arm in arm. " I know baby but just a little longer and will be there" I say as I move my hand down to rub your swollen bloated belly. We are on our way to meet my boss at an office party. They said to bring your family and unfortunately when I interviewed for the job I nervously said that you were pregnant (a lie of course) and I needed this position because of it. Now 8 months later they want to see us together and theres only one way to get you looking that pregnant that fast. So here we are walking into the office arm in arm with your tummy stuffed to the max and swollen enough to pull of being pregnant. "Just follow my lead and if they offer you more food just try and eat what you can"

Wow...this is an interesting scenario. I don't think I've done preg or preg-adjacent stuff on here. Honestly, preg-stuff is low on my list of things. First time for anything, I guess ^^ A very creative scenario ^^ I don't know if I did it justice here. Honestly, I wanted to write more...but I kept getting stuck on some scenes and I kind of feel like I'm being very crabby to Anon in this and I guess I couldn't hold the suspension of disbelief at the sit-com-y premise of this scenario, as enjoyable as it was. Thank you for sending this one in! It was super interesting and hilarious and I enjoyed writing it ^^

Trigger warnings: fake pregnancy with mentions of "failed to take" pregnancy. I know that pregnancies that don't result in a healthy baby afterwards can be a touchy subject in real life and I don't want to upset anyone. I have never experienced it myself, but I've known people who have and I do not wish that on anyone or wish for anyone to have to re-live such moments. If pregnancy-related things (including non-successful ones) is upsetting to you, feel free to skip and not read the stuff under the cut.

“Ugh...m-my tummy hurts.”

“I know, baby, but just a little longer and we will be there.” You rub gently at my swollen stomach over my dress. As good as the rubs feel, I'm angry at you and quickly smack your hand away with a glare.

“Nnngh...you owe me big-time for this, sweetie.” My annoyed tone completely counters the affectionate pet-name and the sickly grumble from my belly seems to come on-cue as though agreeing with me. “Ugh...you already lied once...why couldn't you have lied again, moron?” I huff and sit on a nearby bench in the foyer of the venue, rubbing my distended tummy.

“I panicked, love. I'm sorry.”

“There's no way this'll work.” I nudge at the slight bulge of my belly.

My stomach is firm and definitely bulged out enough to make wearing jeans extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that's what I've got on beneath a flow-y, high-waisted, knee-length dress. In order to make my belly really pop, I have on a pair of denim booty-shorts, belted just under the slight curve of my full belly to prop it up as well as to inhibit digestion. We need this budge to last the whole night, after all. It's excruciating, but the sheer stupidity of my partner and his harebrained plots is a close second to the amount of pain my belly is in.

“It's fine. First pregnancies are usually small, right? No one will know..” You crouch in front of me, squeezing my budging belly between your palms, sliding them around my bulge as though fluffing up a throw pillow. You're also checking to ensure that I haven't sneakily loosened the belt under my dress. I glare at you, gripping your wrists tightly in a silent threat.

Try as we did, we couldn't get my belly any bigger than this. You didn't remember your initial lie until someone called to remind you of the event and that everyone was excited to meet your 'expecting' wife. Honestly, if I had known that taking part in such a ridiculous, sit-com-y plot was going to be a part of our marriage, I'd probably have thought twice about saying 'I do'.

“How are we going to explain it when there isn't a baby in a month or two? You should have dropped the lie early on, said the pregnancy didn't take or something. It's going to be much harder to explain now.” I nudge at my belly and wince, having poked too hard at my achy tummy.

“A little late for that now, isn't it?” You hiss, not wanting to be reminded of your web of lies.

“Anon! Welcome! Is that your wife? Don't get up, no need to stand on ceremony—lovely to meet you!” A man in a suit jumps in, startling you as you jump up, putting some unwanted pressure on the crest of my belly as you rise. I hiss and can't help but curl up as my stomach gripes at the pressure.

“Sir! T-Thank you, sir! Y-Yes. T-This is m-my wife—m-my very pregnant wife, sir!” I subtly stomp on your foot, telling you 'obvious-lie-is-obvious'.

“May I?” Your boss hovers his hand over my belly. I flash an angry look your way. Of course, the stupid, stupid phenomenon where everyone and their mother starts pawing at the pregnant lady's belly.

“O-Of course, sir!” My rage against you is almost tangible as you allow your boss to rub my belly, shrugging over his shoulder as though to say 'I panicked'--story of our lives, I see.

I bite back a snarl as your boss palms at my belly. We spent forty minutes rubbing my stomach after stuffing me silly to ensure we got as much gas out of my guts as we could. We needed it to be packed, stuffed solid and not likely to deflate throughout the night.

“My, my—what an active child!” Your boss leaves his palm on the crest of my belly as he makes some small talk with you, completely ignoring the seething lady he has his hand on.

After the boss has landed a couple of solid pats on my tummy, I nudge his hand off of my stomach.

“Sorry, my late Cynthia and I always wanted to try for a baby.” Your boss's eyes grow misty at the memory. “Where are my manners? Terrance Floyd, at your service—feel free to call me 'Terry'.” Terrance offers a slight bow, retracting his hand from my belly. “When you're ready. Feel free to enter Conference Room B. The party is in there. I've been told that there will be a champagne tower—no pressure to partake, my dear. There are plenty of non-alcoholic alternatives available if you ask the bar-tender or waitstaff. I hope you enjoy the party.” With another subtle bow, Terrance Floyd leaves us in peace to go greet another guest that has just entered the building.

Once Terrance leaves, I direct my burning gaze squarely on you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead a billion times over with just that look.

“I panicked!” You exclaim. “I get that you're mad—but we needed me to have this job!”

“Well, stop panicking. Make something up 'cuz you seem to have a lot of experience with that. I'm not going to sit here and let everyone and their father paw at my stomach all night.” I rub my stomach, mentally cursing Terrance Floyd as the achy cramping in my belly intensifies.

Digestion was already stalled thanks to the ridiculous glut of food we managed to cram into my belly in the three hours we had between the call and leaving the house. The belt was cinched as an added layer of insurance, in case moving around somehow managed to kick-start digestion. My stomach's been trying and failing for digestion, convulsing painfully ever since we left the car and began the walk into the venue. Terrance's palming did me no favours and he no doubt felt the intense cramping of my belly under his palm and attributed that to the fake baby moving around.

“He's my boss!”

“And I'm your wife. Better think fast or we'll be adding an 'ex' to that.”

“Anon! And Eitee? We've heard so much about you! Are you coming in? Terry just said it's Conference Room B.” A bubbly, lady flounces over to where we are, plopping down next to me on the bench. I bite back a cross between a snarl and a moan as her action jostles my upset belly. I can already tell that her cheery attitude is going to grate on my nerves. Her partner strolls along behind her, stopping next to Anon.

“Hello! I'm Greg. Anon and I work in the same department. That's my wife, Bebe. Bebe—reign it in a bit.”

“Hi, I'm Bebe! Gosh, your dress is so cute! I love the color on you. I'd have gone for a bright yellow. I guess maternity wear is limited? Oh gosh—right, you're pregnant! You must be so excited! Have you thought of names yet?” Despite her husband's admonishment, Bebe's mouth is going a mile a minute.

She's an animated conversationalist—if you can call one-person speaking a conversation--talking with her hands and her whole body. She's like something straight out of a 90s cartoon, moving this way and that, facing one way and then another, hands clapping to her cheeks or mouth every time she gasps at some new statement she utters. She also doesn't have the same courtesy your boss had, her hands have already slapped themselves onto my belly about three times during her monologue.

“Uhm...Bebe—it's nice that you're friendly and all. My wife...uhm...she doesn't really like being touched so if you could...uhm.” You stutter, nervous under the force of my glare.

“Yes, Bebe. I'm sorry, I really don't like being touched.”

“Oh? I'm sorry! Is it Braxton Hicks? I heard it can happen!” Once again, Bebe's going a mile a minute, though I save 'Braxton Hicks' for later, in case I want to beat a hasty retreat from the party. Despite being told, Bebe's hands still find their way onto my belly more than a couple of times.

“How about we head in? The sooner we get started, the sooner all of this will be over.” I mutter, shooting a glare at you.

“You don't like parties, Eitee?” Bebe's tone takes on a bit of hurt and disbelief, like she can't fathom the idea of someone that doesn't like parties.

I gesture at my belly, hoisting myself up and placing a hand against my back to help with hefting the load (coincidentally, it's also a posture many pregnant women adopt). I gesture at my protruding belly.

“Kind of hard to party with a seven pound bowling ball in my stomach. Can't drink, can't be around smoking people, can't exactly dance in this state. If it weren't for my darling being so desperate to prove to his colleagues that he managed to score at least once, I'd be at home trying to decide between a hot bath, a nap, or whatever twisted snack combination this little one demands we try.” I add the last one on for good measure, but the thought of eating anything at all makes my stomach quake uneasily.

Greg chuckles. “Yeah, he's really been talking you up at the office. Most of the interns think he's bragging and half of them think he's bluffing.”

As much as I hate you for tonight, the idea that you've been bragging about me is touching.

The four of us make our way to Conference Room B. It's one of those meet and mingle parties. Lots of open space, a bar, tables full of finger foods and waitstaff dressed to the nines carrying more finger foods on platters and offering them to the guests. At the centre of the room is a seven foot champagne tower, like Terrance mentioned.

One of the waitstaff saunters over, offering a platter of something on a cracker to the four of us. Greg and Bebe take one each, with Bebe squealing and chattering on and on about the flavours. You take one and give me a look but one glance at the platter makes me feel sick to my stomach and I wave off the chance to try it. You frown at me as the waitstaff leaves.

I grip your hand tightly as my stomach convulses sharply at the sight of all the food. As stuffed as I am, even the idea of a single bite of any of it makes me fear I'll puke, burst, or both.

“That was rude.” You hiss at me. I match your glare, jabbing at my drum-tight belly.

“When I puke, not if, I'm gonna aim it squarely on you, bozo.” I hiss right back.

#tummy ache #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffing kink #stuffed tummy #RP-scenario #RP-Ask #Belly rubs #preg-adjacent

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wildfantasykitten · 1 year

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As my eyes tiredly creep open in the morning, not even remembering falling asleep, I was so drained. My arm under your head and gripped tightly by you as my hand rests on your belly, I look at how big it’s grown through the night, amazed at the progress you’ve made. I warmly smile a little and mutter to myself “Wow, someone must’ve been very hormonal” I chuckle silently before sliding tighter against you, my other arm wrapping around you, my hands meeting as they can both rest comfortably on your swollen abdomen now.

You wiggle into me in your sleep, craving my warmth and touch. “That’s my baby mama” I think before your butt cheeks nestle themselves against my crotch, making my dick rest between their soft rises. I look down and stifle a laugh in myself. “Yep, that’s you alright”. I kiss the back of your head as gently and tenderly as possible, your hair softly between my lips and your warm skin. This makes you sigh contentedly in your sleep, unconsciously pressing into me again as you grip my arm tighter. “Growing babies really takes it out of you, huh?” I think. Your new movements pushing your cheeks further around my cock, the end of your plug rubbing against my head, turning me on and reminding me we were smart enough to not let anything go to waste last night. “Oh, thank god” I think. Remembering just how many times my seed filled you up yesterday. The erotic memories and plug rubbing me starting to make me hard again already.

Sighing as I close my eyes and rest my head against your’s, kissing your neck so softly you don’t even react in your sleep. “I really couldn’t have lucked out more on who I could fill with our babies” I think. “You’re gonna make the best baby mama” I mutter out loud accidentally as I start to yawn. Falling back to sleep with you as tight against me as possible, my cock growing between your cheeks as my hands cradle your stretching bump.

I sleep against you like this for hours, my body gently shifting and pressing against yours to maintain the sense of security and warmth that I always feel from being held tightly in your arms. I know I'm safe here. I know I'm treasured here. I know that I'm yours.

I know it even without having to be awake.

A soft moan escapes me as I feel you grinding softly against my ass, feeling your cock harden as it presses against the plug keeping all of your seed safely trapped inside me. Yet even in sleep, there's some part of me that seems to sense that there's something not quite right--that the plug, for as needed as it was when we went to bed last night, isn't what I really want to have filling my tight little hole right now. It's not you. I want to feel you.

My hips gently twist as my leg instinctively opens, another soft moan of wanting sounding from my slumbering form like a siren song beckoning you to me. Obviously asleep, I don't understand exactly why I can feel your cock grinding against the place I want it most but not being able to push into me. All I really know in that moment is just how badly I want to feel it--

And that wanting turns very quickly into craving.

"........Babe........" You hear me all but mewling out for you as I slowly start to draw more and more into the world of wakefulness, my eyes fluttering softly as I turn my head, my lower body pressing outwards towards your hands still protectively and possessively holding my pregnant belly. It's only then that I'm really made aware of my new size, and the feeling of my taut skin extended so far outward against your hands has me blearily trying to open my eyes. I had no idea just how worn out I really was until now, finding that even after sleeping in so late I'm still having trouble fully rousing myself to wake up. It's then that the memories start flooding back all at once: you taking me twice, the two of us holding my belly together as you filled it up and made it start to expand right there in our hold, you tucking me safely in our bed with the pillows propping my body in all the right places just to give your seed the best opportunity to take inside me. We were trying to make babies together. We did make our babies together. "Babe.....?"

My vision slowly comes into focus and I love that the first thing I see is your face, a soft, loving smile crossing my face as I reach out to gently caress your cheek.

"Time to wake up, baby daddy," I murmur sweetly to you as I press my ass a little more insistently against your hard cock. "Your baby mama needs to feel you back inside him instead of this plug."

#21+ rp #mpreg rp #mlm nsft rp #answered with a kiss <3 #just for you anon #<3

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter sees you in a dress for the first time

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“Hi, Petey.” You greeted your boyfriend as you walked into his room. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he sat at his desk and kissed his cheek.

“Hi.” Peter said before looking up. When he finally tore himself away from his notes, his jaw dropped at the sight of you in a dress.

“Woah.” He mumbled quietly.

“What?”

“You...you’re wearing a dress.” He said as a smile broke through on his lips.

You gulped and looked down at your dress, acting as if it hadn’t been on your mind since the moment you put it on. You never wore dresses, or really anything that showed off you body. There was a certain comfort you found in baggy clothes that left absolutely everything to the imagination. If no one could see, no one could judge, and that’s how you liked it.

“Oh, yeah.” You pretended to notice the dress for the first time. “I am.”

“I’ve never seen you in a dress before.” Peters smile grew. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen you in anything but black jeans or sweats.”

“Yeah, well.” You shrugged shyly. “It’s a little hot for those.”

“Yeah.” He nodded, but he was barely listening. “Have you always had that dress?”

“Yeah. I just never wear it.”

“Why not?” He asked as if it was crazy.

“I don’t know.” You chuckled at his behavior. “It’s a little revealing, don’t you think?”

“No.” He said immediately. “No, um, I think it’s perfect.”

“What?” You laughed in surprise. “You do?”

“How have I never seen this before?” Peter tugged on the bottom of the dress as he admired it. “How come you don’t wear this everyday?”

“Are you playing with me right now?” You asked skeptically.

“No.” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t look that good.”

“Baby, with all due respect, you have never been more wrong.” Peter insisted as he got out of his chair. “You literally look perfect.”

“What?” You laughed again. “No I don’t.”

“Yes you do. Like, holy shit.” Peter put his hand on his chest and blew out a breath. “I have to sit down.”

Peter collapsed on the bed and took a deep breath, never taking his eyes off you in your dress.

“You have to be messing with me right now.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“I’m not. I’m just speechless. Give me a minute.” He requested as he stood back up. He took his time looking you up and down, admiring every inch of you in the dress.

“You’re speechless over the dress?” You raised an eyebrow. “It’s not even that cute. And you can see my stretch marks.”

“I know.” He sighed dreamily. “Oh my God. I can’t breathe.”

“What? They’re so ugly.” You insecurely squeezed your thighs together to hide the marks.

“Ugly?” Peter asked. “They’re like perfect little brushstrokes on the worlds most beautiful canvas.”

“No they’re not.” You said quietly.

“Um, yes they are.” Peter scoffed. “Don’t you know texture is what adds to the price of a painting?”

“Don’t be a smart ass.” You told him. You were already insecure about the dress, and Peter joking about it was only making it worse for you.

“I’m not.” Peter said sincerely. “Baby, how do you not see what I see? You look like an angel.”

“No I don’t.” You disagreed. “I probably look so stupid in this.”

“You do look stupid.” He nodded. “Stupid hot.”

“Stop.” You couldn’t help but smile.

“Stupid sexy?” He asked. “Is that better?”

“No.” You answered as you fought a smile. You folded your arms over your chest to try to cover yourself up, feeling more vulnerable than usual in your lack of clothing.

“Don’t cover up, please.” Peter requested as he gently moved your arms away from yourself. “I want to see the full picture.”

“The full picture has marks and scars and bumps and whatever the hell else is wrong with my body.” You mumbled as you looked down at your body.

“Wrong? Are we looking at the same body?” Peter asked. “Because I see nothing but perfection.”

“My body is not perfect.” You told him in an unamused tone.

“Your honor, she’s lying.” Peter said as he looked around.

“I’m not.” You laughed and poked his chest. “You are. You’re acting like a have a nice body when we both know I don’t. I shouldn’t have worn the dress. I don’t have the right body for it.”

Peter stared at you for a moment, realizing your feelings went deeper than just the dress. He frowned a little as a sadness clouded his brown eyes.

“Come here.” He said suddenly as he brought you over to his mirror. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you rest your back on him.

“Would you look at someone else with this body and call them ugly?” He asked quietly as he stared at you in the mirror. You stared back at him as you slowly realized what he was doing.

“No.” You said finally. “I wouldn’t.”

“So why would you say those things about yourself?”

“I don’t know.” You said quietly.

“That’s okay.” Peter told you. “It’s a process, learning to love yourself. And the hardest step is always going to be step one.”

You tried to move away from the mirror, feeling insecure as you stared at your reflection, but Peter kept you in place.

“I love your body.” Peter stated. “I love it because it’s warm when you lay down beside me. And it wraps around me when I’m sad. I also love the way it looks in this dress.”

You stayed quiet as Peter listed a few more things he loved about your body. You stared at yourself as he described what he loved, trying your best to see what he saw.

“We are so lucky to have bodies, you know?” Peter said softly. “Our bodies hold us upright and keep us together. And our bodies allow us to hug people when we love them and jump when we’re happy and let feel warmth and pain and pleasure and all that good stuff. Don’t be mean to your body. It’s not mean to you.”

“This dress may have pulled a philosopher out of you.” You said as a smile broke through your lips.

“Maybe.” Peter chuckled before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Be nicer to yourself, okay? For me?”

“I’ll try.” You told him, and you meant it.

“Thank you.” He smiled. “Now could you do me a favor and tell yourself that you’re beautiful?”

“I don’t wanna.” You whined and put your hands over his.

“Just once.” He promised. “I want to hear you say it. Even if you don’t mean it, just say it.”

You looked at him for a long time in the mirror before letting out a sigh. Finally, you looked at yourself and gave yourself a weak smile.

“I’m beautiful.”

“Wow. So conceited.” Peter clicked his tongue.

“Peter.” You whined again.

“I’m kidding.” He kissed your cheek again. “I agree. You are beautiful. Don’t forget that.”

You smiled at Peter in the mirror before craning your neck to look at him.

“I won’t.” You promised. “I just need a reminder sometimes.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” He told you. “Now, what other outfits have you been hiding from me?”

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evelxtus · 3 years

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I lack the energy to write these myself, so I trust my ideas in your hands lmao. Modest back at it again, flooding her best friend with requests knowing she's allowed.

I want some "Pillow talks" with the characters of your choice <3 If you want me to specify the characters though, you know I'll ask for Xiao and Zhongli + whoever you enjoy writing most- so we have serotonin to talk about later

—Drabbles. Pillow talks with them.

characters- xiao, zhongli, childe.

warnings- use of gn!reader and nothing more because it's all cute. 😼

style- fluff<3

word count- 1.7k

note- sorry for the waiting<33 here you go, i hope you like it.

♡ Xiao.❜

I don't know how you convinced Xiao to share bed with you in one of the rooms at the Wangshu Inn. Most of the time he flatly refused, because as he usually disclaims, “Do you think I sleep? You have no respect for the ways of the adepti” or on some other occasion “I cannot allow myself to rest at a moment like this.”

Who is this boy trying to fool? He was looking forward to this moment. Just... Xiao was nervous, he had never slept next to someone for a long, long time. He was always on the alert, but now he can indulge himself to relax for a bit, right? Or at least, he's just listening to your words.

Well, there you are. Lying on the same bed, and both staring at the ceiling. Silence reigns, and Xiao's eyes are open and he seems to be holding his breath. Yeah, definitely he is nervous.

You notice it, and discreetly bring your hand close to his. As you touch his knuckles with your fingertips, the boy jerks his hand away startled.

“Hey,” you tilt your head and look at him, a warm smile on your face. “It's me, it's alright.” you whisper. He gulps, slowly bringing his hand closer to yours and finally being the one who entwine your fingers, hesitant.

“Do you think it's worth it, y/n?” he asks. The boy still refusing to make eye contact with you. You frown your eyebrows, confused. "What, exactly?”

“Spending the night with me. We are inside a building, this place is safe. You don't need me, I don't see a need to stand guard here.” The adeptus glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

Does he really still believe that you only require his presence to act as a guardian wherever you go?

“Did I say you have to stand guard here? I just want to enjoy your company... that's all. How difficult is it to understand?” you turn your body to hug Xiao's arm. The boy remains static, biting the inside of his cheek as he turns his head to the opposite side, not showing the small blush on his cheeks.

“Be careful what you wish for. You know what I am and what I'm good for. And this is...” you sit up a bit, using your free hand to take the boy's cheek and thus tilt his head so that he looks at you.

“This is perfect. Should I remind you of the night you opened up completely to me?” you question with a amused smile on your face once you see the boy is flustered. Your words only make his condition worse. “No, I don't-”

“«I want to spend the rest of my days with you, because I have finally realized that I have been wasting my time trying to get you away from me. In truth, you are all I need.»”

Wow, how do you remember the exact words he once spoke to you? The boy puts his hand on your mouth as if that would shut you up, with his eyes wide open, and with the blush growing up to his ears, which were now dyed a slight crimson. That does not stop you, and you take advantage of the situation to kiss the palm of his hand without more to say.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks, his voice slightly shaky.

“Why not? I know you love it.”

The boy seems to give in. He cannot deny the undeniable. Xiao reaches out with both of his hands to gently catch your cheeks and end the evening conversation with a kiss that transports you both to a place far from past suffering.

[Read more under the cut.]

♡ Zhongli.❜

How to complete the perfect evening after a walk and dinner with Zhongli? Well, the answer is inviting him to sleep with you at your house.

You both are quite exhausted, well, at least you, because that man has an impressive stamina to walk, but you are not so used to those trots all over the city. You just wanted to get to your bed and fall into it, and that's exactly what you do when you get there.

You lie with your arms outstretched on your squishy bed, and Zhongli looks at you with curious eyes as he sits on the edge of the it. "Are you alright?" his words come out with a slight amused intonation.

You look at him with a little pout on your face. “I can barely feel my legs. I think I walked too much." you respond dramatically as you roll over to crawl to rest your head on the pillow.

A short low laugh comes from the man's lips. "Is that so? It was nothing, really. There are still many places I would like you to see in my company." Zhongli lies down next to you.

"As long as we can stop to rest once in a while, that's fine..." your voice is already starting to sound sleepy. A yawn escapes from your lips and the man brings you closer to him with a genuine smile. His gaze softens even more when you turn to snuggle against his chest.

"Hmm... you're so comfortable..." you whisper, causing an almost impossible to see blush on Zhongli's cheeks. "Come on, let's sleep..." he whispered, placing one of his hands on the back of your head, sinking his slender fingers through your hair. "But I wanna keep talking to you..."

It is impossible, your eyes do not stop closing, your body screaming to sleep at once. "Today we've been doing it all day, haven't you gotten tired of hearing me talk?" Zhongli closes his eyes too, prepared to fall asleep at any moment. "I could never get tired of listening to you..."

You sit up slightly with the little strength you have left, just enough to reach his cheek and place a warm kiss on it. That gesture melts Zhongli what you can't imagine, and he wants to return it to you.

He moves a little to get to your cheek as well. And for his luck, just when his lips are going to touch your skin, you turn your head and he ends up with his lips on yours. "Excuse me..., I-" Zhongli tries to apologize.

He's not going to deny that he loved feeling that, but it wasn't planned at all!

"It's okay, I... did it on purpose..." a sleepy smile appears on your face.

Now you can feel Zhongli's heart flutter in his chest at your words. "Oh, y/n, it's so hard not to love you."

♡ Childe.❜

The only illumination in the room was from the moonlight streaming through the window and the little lamp on the nightstand next to Childe's bedside.

There you are. Oh archons, that area of the bed gave off the scent of Childe, which is quite pleasant. You sink your head into the pillow, taking in as much of the scent as possible.

“Having fun?” Childe is suddenly at the foot of the bed. When you turn to reply that you weren't doing anything weird at all, you are speechless. The boy's hair is tousled and a little wet. Some drops fell to the ground and others to the clothes. “Hey what's up? Do I have something on me?”

“Oh, shut up already. I try to rest.” you make up the excuse quickly, but the boy is smarter than you think. “No! Let's do something together. I know you want me.~” “Eh... what?”

The boy climbs on the bed, going on all fours towards you. You try to back away, putting your hands in front as a defense. “Wait, you're wet!” “So?”

When Childe is practically on you, he takes your hands and gently pushes them away, giving him free rein to get close to your face and give the tip of your nose a little kiss. His amused face fades little by little as he watches you. Your hands are still immobilized by him.

“Childe?” you ask, trying to see what happens to him. A gleam of concern appears in your eyes. “I was going to ask you a question, you know,” he smiles again, as if wanting to try to hide some of the concern from him. “You hold back on me because I am a fatui?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. How could he think that? The boy who almost devastated a nation, one of the most powerful fatui... downhearted by how you are with him?

“That is not like that!” you exclaim. The boy starts, and his grip on your hands weakens, but he doesn't let go of you completely. “Then?” Tartaglia asks for explanations, his puppy dog face kills you inside.

“The night makes you sensitive, doesn't it?” you raise your eyebrows waiting for an answer, trying to change the topic of conversation. "Don't play dumb with me!"

You jump towards him, making him fall backwards on the bed, and therefore, now you have the advantage of the situation. You look at him from above. “As if you are Tartaglia, as if you are Ajax. You are my boy, do you understand? And being a fatui is not going to prevent us from doing anything.”

“Oh, and y/n...” his voice breaks a little. “One day we'll get out of here and leave everyone behind. Just the two of us.” he assures. The boy looks at you decisively, a smile returns to his face. “Can you promise me?”

“I promise you. And now get off me before I can't contain myself anymore.”

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lunaastoir · 3 years

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fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does)

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,)

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself

miss girl is an AMAZING cook

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on

this man,,, THIS MAN

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him?

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!!

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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comfort

bucky always found comfort in steve, but he’s gone now. who will he turn to for comfort now?

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a/n: hi bffs !! thank you anon for requesting this <3 just angst and fluff (and endgame steve >:[) !! let me know what you guys think :] (srry for any typos)

“this is bucky!” steve smiled at you happily, you were Steve’s neighbor, always lending him a helping hand when he needed it and giving him emotional support and encouragement that would last him a life time.

“nice to finally meet you! I’ve heard lots ‘bout you” you smiled, sticking your hand out and bucky reluctantly shook it. “why don’t you guys come in for a bit? I’m making some pasta and i put way too much” you grinned, watching as bucky and steve looked at each other, having a whole conversation silently before Steve spoke up again.

“we’d love to” he grinned, pulling bucky inside your apartment with him before you closed the door. Bucky took in your apartment, it was somewhat messy, but it a nice way, a live in sort of way. You had plants all along your windowsill and a basket full on blankets near your couch, books along the shelf with a couple other things and pictures all over the place.

“hope you guys like chicken Alfredo” you smiled, checking the pasta before deciding it was good enough and scooping some out onto three plates

“bucky i have a serious question for you” you spoke as you set the three plates down on the dinner table, smiling at steve as he thanked you.

“oh, okay” bucky mumbled, shifting in his seat and heart racing. You were gonna ask him about his time as the winter soldier weren’t you? You were going to judge him for everything he’d done.

“what animal do you think you can take in a fight?” You spoke seriously, looking at him as you set his plate down.

That’s it? What animal he could fight?

“what?” He asked, confused as to why you were asking him this. Surely this was some test? Maybe it was code for something, if he answered a specific animal then it proved he was a good person.

Steve groaned as you asked the question and you scowled at him, hitting him softly as you passed by him and to the kitchen to get some water for the three on you.

“what animal do you think you could beat if it was just hand to hand combat?” You looked at him, studying his features and quickly taking in the fact that he was in fact the most breathtaking man on earth.

Bucky looked at steve who let out a sigh.

“you should answer now, she asked me that a couple days ago and we talked about it for almost an hour” steve smiled, reminiscing on the way you even made him coffee so he could stay until the end of your discussion.

“uh, i mean, well i guess I’m a super soldier so- i don’t know i don’t wanna fight any of them” he spoke warily, looking at you nervously and watching the way you narrowed your eyes at him before your face softened, breaking into a wide smile and nodding your head proudly.

“James barnes i think you and i are going to get along just fine” you smiled, taking in the way his eyes lit up just a tad at your words.

Steve smiled at the way bucky sat a little straighter, loosening up a bit and warming up to you little by little. He wanted him to have someone to turn to, he wanted him to have you like steve did, someone he knew he could always rely on.

After the whole Blip went down and everything was back to normal bucky found himself lost at times, wandering the streets in seek of comfort. He was left alone in the world with nothing left from his old life.

Steve had only been gone for a couple of days and he already felt horrible. He had no one to turn to, no one to lean on. He was alone.

He tried finding solace in sleep, wishing that his mind would whisk him away to be happy in his dreams. His attempts were fruitless, all he managed to do was toss and turn, his mind racing and never relaxing enough to fully sleep.

The small moments he did manage to sleep he awake in a cold sweat, nightmares plaguing his mind, his memories rushing to him alongside the pain and thoughts that has recently set in after steve left.

Bucky sat on couch of his apartment, it was silent as the sounds of the city were muffled through the walls, rain gently hitting his windows. He so badly wanted to just break down and cry, to have someone tell him everything would be okay, to comfort him and remind him that he wasn’t alone even with steve gone.

Bucky scrolled through his contacts, vision blurred with tears as he searched helplessly for someone he could go to. As he scrolled through his contacts he found you, when had he put it there?

He clicked on your name and sure enough, there was a picture of you smiling brightly with steve, a note written under your contact information.

buck, y/n helped me get through everything, theyre sweet and caring and kind, please talk to them if you ever need anyone i promise you they can help - steve

Bucky let out a shaky breath as he read the note steve had left. When did he even get ahold of his phone? Buckys mind was racing, he wiped his tears and locked his phone. He would be fine, he didn’t need anyone to help him.

As the day progressed bucky felt the pain in his chest growing with each breath, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He was frustrated that the feelings wouldn’t just go away, it was persistent and nagging at him every minute of the day as he tried to push it away.

Maybe if i take a walk it’ll clear my mind, bucky reasoned, throwing on a jacket and heading out, there was only a very light drizzle as he walked aimlessly, trying everything to get his mind off the emptiness he felt in his heart.

Was he not good enough for him to stay? Was everything bucky had done, too much for steve? Why would he leave him so abruptly? After everything he just left him with no hesitation.

Bucky tried to shake away the thoughts but they grew louder and louder, tears stinging at his eyes and he decided he’d had enough.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking note of where he was and recalling the path he and steve had taken the first time they visited you, he let his mind wander, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it.

By the time he reached your apartment he wanted to turn around and leave. Did you even live here still? We’re you even home? It wasn’t a good idea, he should deal with it by himself.

Bucky was about to turn to leave when you opened the door, dressed up with bright red lipstick on. Oh wow you were stunning, bucky thought as he turned around to face you.

“bucky?” You asked, looking at the man before smiling widely, “bucky! oh wow hi!” You grinned, not hesitating to pull him in for a hug and squeezing him tightly. As you pulled away you noticed his red eyes and the frown on his face. Your smile quickly disappeared when you saw the way he tried to hide the tear stains, looking down at his shoes.

“oh james what’s wrong?” You spoke softly, grabbing his wrist gently and pulling him into your apartment, he looked up quickly. It was still the same, it was just as homey as he remembered it.

You led him to the couch, quickly bringing over the basket of blankets and letting him choose whichever one he wanted, smiling as he picked the fuzziest of them all.

“good choice” you softly spoke, grabbing a blanket for yourself and setting it on the couch next to him.

“do you want anything to drink, i have coffee, hot chocolate, water and maybe some apple juice” you smile fondly at the man on your couch and he thought for a second before replying.

“can- do you think i can have a hot chocolate” he spoke softly, “please” the tone of his voice made your heart clench and you wanted to just hold him, but you knew he didn’t need that just yet, so you just nodded and made his hot chocolate as fast as you could, adding whipped cream and marshmallows and placing it on the table in front of him.

“added extra whipped cream for you” you smiled, slipping your heels off and grabbing your phone, “I’m gonna get changed and I’ll be back out in a second, make yourself at home buck” your smile was warm and sincere and he already found the emptiness fading.

“i have to cancel today I’m really sorry” bucky heard, his super hearing picking up on the conversation you were having. “something came up” your voice was calm. “no i cant just ignore it” your tone shifted, leaning towards annoyance as you continued.

“excuse me for caring about someone other than myself!” You spoke dryly, changing out of your dress and into some sweats and an oversized t shirt. “you know what i think, i think it would be better if you deleted my number and forgot about me actually! i think that’d be great” your voice was cold as you hung up, letting out a sigh before smiling slightly, thank god you didn’t have go through with that date.

As you walked out you noticed bucky getting up, heading towards the door.

“leaving so soon? you barely touched your hot chocolate” you frowned, your voice making bucky turn to look at you, his words died on his tongue when he noticed you were changed.

“you have a date” was all he said and you smiled, shaking your head and pulling him back to the couch with you.

“had” you corrected him, “cancelled on ‘em, didn’t really wanna go” you scrunched your face up as you spoke, sipping some of your hot chocolate before looking at bucky softly.

“got better things to do” you stated, watching the way he slowly warmed up to you, moving his body to face you.

“like what?” He whispered, looking down at the blanket in his lap as he let it lightly.

“like make my bestest friend in the whole world feel better” you answered, not missing a beat as you spoke, looking at him.

Bucky swore his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Never in a million years did he think someone he met a total of three times not so long ago could bring him so much warmth, so much comfort. He didn’t bother hiding the blush on his face, he knew you wouldn’t tease him about it, you were more focused on making him feel better.

“what’s eating at you buck?” You prodded him gently, watching his body language closely for any signs of discomfort. He looked at you before focusing on his hot chocolate, picking it up and taking a small sip.

“good hot chocolate” he mumbled, taking another sip and you smiled, nodding your head silently. Bucky set the mug down again, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. “it’s just-” he began, cutting himself off before he could continue.

“he didn’t say goodbye to you, did he?” His eyes were whirlpools of emotions. You gave him a sad smile, shaking your head.

“no, not really” you spoke, “he kind of hinted at what he was gonna do y’know? didn’t wanna say it out loud so we kind of, i guess just didn’t wanna say it” you mumbled, “made it too real” you smiled at him again, not wanting to make his mood any worse.

“don’t you- how are you so okay with it? I mean it’s just- don’t you feel like if you did more he wouldn’t have left?” Bucky asked, desperation in his eyes.

Everything clicked in your mind instantly. Your stomach fell and your heart broke in your chest, Bucky’s sad eyes and slumped shoulders told you everything you had to know. The way he couldn’t even keep eye contact with you for longer than three seconds, how he fumbled with something when he spoke. You wiped the frown of your face before giving him a reassuring smile, scooting closer to him.

“sometimes i do” you nodded, picking at some fuzz on your blanket, “i do find myself wondering if i had given him different advice throughout the time i knew him if he would’ve made a different choice” you spoke softly, bucky looked at you, watching the way your lips poured slightly.

“I’ll think ‘maybe if i had asked him to stay for dinner one more time’ or if i made him more hot chocolate” you chuckled softly, bucky smiled at your words, sadness filling his chest as he realized how hurt you must be.

“you shouldn’t blame yourself y/n, you did your best” he whispered, clearing his throat before continuing, “i mean you brought him so much comfort and helped him through so much, in the end it was his choice and that’s not on you” he finished, hands shaking slightly. Bucky was silent as you nodded.

“listen to yourself buck” you smiled, placing a hand on his, “it’s not your fault, you did your best, you meant so much to him and you always will” you assured him, squeezing his hand in yours. Bucky was quiet as you gave him soft smiles.

“I didn’t mean me-” he began but you shook your head.

“you were his best friend for his whole life, he talked about you all the time, spent years looking for you to get you back” bucky let out a shaky breath. “You were good enough, you are good enough james.”

The firmness in your voice made bucky look up, your eyes were set and serious. Bucky tried to find any trace of lies, but your words were sincere and settled in his bones like a warm fireplace.

“it’s just- i wish-” his voice cracked and his bottom lip quivered, tears stinging his eyes. He was embarrassed, moving to wipe his tear quickly.

You beat him to it, your hand caressing his cheek and softly wiping away at the tears. You moved you hand to the back of his neck and softly pulled him into you, shaking your arms around him as best you could.

Bucky cried into your shoulder, mumbling incoherent sentences as sobs racked his body. You help him tightly, rubbing his back soothingly and whispering to him it would be okay.

“you’re okay, i got you” you whispered, “I’m here let it out sweets, it’s okay.”

Bucky knew he should feel embarrassed for crying like this, in front of you, someone he barely knew. Your words were too comforting to let him and your presence far too warm to even let him consider leaving you at this moment in time.

You didn’t mind one bit that bucky was crying into your favorite t shirt, you held him tighter, giving him all the time he needed to calm down.

By the time Bucky’s cries had softened to soft hiccups he pulled away from you, eyes red and cheeks tear stained. His nose was pink and he sniffled softly, using the back of his hands to run his eyes.

You silently handed him some tissues, softly letting him know where the bathroom is. He smiled at you softly, getting up from the couch and heading to your restroom. You sat in silence as you waited for bucky to come back, sighing softly to yourself. You closed your eyes for a second, blinking away a couple tears and getting snacks from your pantry, putting on your comfort show and switching to the pilot episode.

Bucky washed his face with cold water, smiling at the fact that your bathroom smelled like eucalyptus. His dried his face and washed his hands, letting out a shaky sigh before looking at himself in the mirror, frowning at how broken he looked. He tore his gaze away and turned off the lights, walking out and seeing you sitting on the couch cross legged.

You smiled up at bucky, patting the seat next to you and moving so he could sit. The couch dipped a little as he sat down, grabbing the blanket and bundling it in his lap.

“when I’m upset i watch this show, it always cheers me up” you spoke to him gently, “that is if you aren’t leaving, i don’t wanna hold you hostage or anything” you chuckled and bucky smiled at you, laughing softly.

“no i- do you think i can stay a bit longer?” He asked and you nodded, linking your arms together and pulling each other closer.

“you can stay for however long you want” bucky felt his heart grow in his chest, how could you be so warm and welcoming to him? He didn’t question it for long though, your dazzling smile and sparkling eyes cleared his mind.

“ready?” You smiled and he nodded, watching as you hurried to press play, adjusting the volume and grinning as the show began.

Bucky couldn’t help but steal glances at you, smiling at how you mouthed the lines, offering him snacks if he hadn’t touched them in a while, constantly making sure he was okay.

Relaxation. He finally felt relaxed, his jaw was unclenched and his brows were furrowed, he had a small smile on his face. His muscles were relaxed as the showed played on your tv, your body heat radiating onto Buckys side.

You looked up to comment on something in the show but quickly stopped when you realized bucky had fallen asleep. His eyes were closed and he just looked so soft.

You smiled as you looked at him, moving some pillows quietly so you wouldn’t wake him. You helped him lay down and set the blanket on top of him, telling him to go back to sleep when he stirred slightly. For the first time since steve had left Buckys slept peacefully. He found comfort and assurance with you.

Steve was always looking out for bucky, always saying that he had to pay him back for all those fights bucky saved him from in the 40’s. Steve helped him get out of hydra, helped him get his mind back.

Bucky smiled at you as you pet alpine in your lap, dozing off as you struggled to stay awake before finally giving into sleep. He picked you up swiftly, tucking you into bed like you had done with him nearly a year ago. He kissed your forehead gently before sliding into bed next to you, falling asleep quickly with you by his side.

Now even after he was gone, he was helping him heal. And for that, he was forever grateful.

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That mangy hick!

Word Count - 4,700 (and lots of pictures!)

Perspective - 2nd person

When - Quarry era, on the road to the CDC. This one is the next story after It’s not the end of the wor - oh. In the show, this covers episodes “Vatos” and “Wildfire.” If you’re new to this blog, check out the Masterlist for the rest of the Slowpoke Series!

Relationships - you and the gang! And kiddos, guess what? The mangy hick is back!

Genre - since it’s heavier, that’s angst, right? But never fear, it fluffs out (with Daryl)

Pronouns - not mentioned or specified in this one

TWs - major character death, blood, gore, general fear and sadness (including allusions to “your” issues with depression, self-worth, and survivor’s guilt. It’s the apocalypse, y’all.)

The bumps wake you up.

“Sorry, hit a rough patch in the road there,” T-Dog apologizes. He’s driving, Andrea is halfway to catatonic in the front seat, and you are strapped into the back and attempting to lay down and rest. That migraine did end up getting you, which is why you aren’t in Shane’s 4×4 as he leads the pack to the CDC.

And right about now, you aren’t sure if being asleep or being awake is better. Awake, you could try to ignore what happened, but your head is pounding. Asleep, you seem to be unable to avoid reliving yesterday evening and this morning.

Try as you might, sleep wins.

And so you find yourself back to yesterday afternoon, when everything was still okay.

Amy and Andrea had brought the fish back, and Dale had returned to the group after speaking with Jim about whatever he was doing.

You followed Dale’s gaze as he pointed back up the hill to where Jim still was. Yeah, how long had he been up there? Had the poor guy even taken a break?

Shane was standing next to you and Dale by then. He looked worried.

And next thing you knew, you found yourself up there, watching with the group as Jim dug, and dug, and dug. He looked red and splotchy, but not as sweaty as he should after exerting himself so hard. You realized that meant that he was probably rapidly approaching heatstroke.

“Hey Jim,” your brother called to him. But Jim just kept on digging. “Jim, why don’t you hold up, all right? Just give me a second here, please.”

He finally stopped digging for a moment. “What do you want?”

“We’re all just a little concerned, that’s all.”

“Dale says you’ve been out here for hours,” Mr. Morales said gently to him.

Jim’s delirious stare then fell on Dale before finding its way back to Shane, and he replied “So?”

“So why are you diggin’?” Shane pressed.

Jim rubbed his face and didn’t quite answer. Shane went on, trying to make the situation lighter by asking “Are you headin’ to China, Jim?”

“What does it matter? I’m not hurting anyone.”

“Yeah, except maybe yourself,” Dale reminded him. “It’s a hundred degrees today. You can’t keep this up.”

Crap, then Jim sounded like he was getting angry when he cut in “Sure I can. Watch me.”

You got flashbacks to one of the meth patients you’d assisted with. But this was just heatstroke.

Oh wow, listen to you, “just heatstroke.” No such thing. Heatstroke gets bad fast. Jim needs to cool off (literally), and soon.

“At least take a water break,” you tried to offer, feeling self-conscious that his stare was now fixed on you. You’d brought him a water bottle.

Lori walked up next to you and rested her arm against yours. “Jim, they’re not gonna say it, so I will. You’re scaring people.” And hey, at least that made Jim stop digging. “You’re scaring my son, and Carol’s daughter, and Miranda’s children.”

“They got nothing to be scared of,” Jim attempted. No one moved. “I mean, what the hell, people? I’m out here by myself. Why don’t you all just go and leave me the hell alone?” he questioned, resuming his digging for whatever reason. The holes looked creepy, you had to admit. Almost like graves. And why wouldn’t he just...stop? And before his heat exhaustion would've turned into heatstroke?

“We think that you need to take a break, okay?” Shane said, walking towards him. “Why don’t you go and get yourself in the shade, some food maybe? I’ll tell you what: maybe in a little bit I’ll come out here. I’ll help you myself, Jim, just tell me what it’s all about. Why don’t you just go ahead and give me that shovel?”

Stop, too forceful, Shane, you wanted to whisper.

“Or what?” Jim challenged.

Your brother looked confused. “There is no ‘or what.’ I’m asking you. I’m comin’ to you and I’m asking you, please. I don’t want to have to take it from you.”

Again you wished you could tell him to not go too forcefully about it. This wasn’t a a standoff with some dude hopped up on PCP, it was just your neighbor who’d gotten too much sun and started to go overboard with his outdoor project. Right?

“And if I don’t, then what?” And at that moment, you knew exactly what Jim was going to condemn him with. “Then you’re gonna beat my face in like Ed Pelletier, aren’t you? Or will you have that one come and attack first?” he said, glaring towards you.

You could feel the blood draining from your face, even while you were offended at the insinuation. Shane immediately hung his head as Jim went on to remind everyone “Y’all seen his face, huh? What’s left of it,” then went back to addressing just Shane when he accused him “See? Now that’s what happens when someone crosses you.”

You could hear the hurt in your brother’s voice when he responded “That was different, Jim.”

And it was so fucking different. That comparison was not fair, not one bit! You breathed deeply and centered yourself. No, the comparison wasn’t fair, no, but try telling that to someone who was not in their right mind and who was worried that they were next.

Then Amy spoke up, putting an arm around your shoulder. “You weren’t there. Ed was out of control. He was hurting his wife.”

You wake yourself up for a moment, even if you can feel that it won’t last.

Amy. That was one of the last things she did for you. You wouldn’t forget it, ever, because to you it was the kindest thing she could have done. Holding you and being brave enough to speak up for you.

But sleep quickly claims you again, and you fall back into the memory.

You’d risked a quick glance at Carol, who had closed her eyes and remained silent after Ed was brought up. But Sophia didn’t, and when she returned your gaze, you offered her a smile as the argument continued.

“That is their marriage! That is not his!” Jim shouted back at Amy. “He is not judge and jury. Who voted you King Boss, huh?” he sneered at your brother.

Stay calm, stay calm, you reminded yourself, he’s not in his right mind. This is Jim we’re talking about. He’s not a bad guy.

Shane continued to walk towards him, sounding cool as a cucumber as he simply stated “Jim, I am not here to argue with you, alright? Just give me the shovel, okay?”

From there, a struggle ensued, and Jim got physically combative once your brother reached for the shovel. You and Lori both instinctively shielded Carl’s eyes from it, and Amy gasped.

“You got no right!” Jim was shouting as he was handcuffed.

Shane was trying to calm him down, telling him that no one was trying to hurt him and that he was safe (while he was actively restraining him, which was a...confusing juxtaposition, if you said so yourself).

And Jim did seem to calm down somewhat, but that’s because he finally broke down and said that that was the biggest lie of all – that he’d told the same to his wife and boys countless times, but the walkers still ripped them from his arms all the same.

In a snap, your memory lurches forward to the when the walkers overran the camp. Amy was screaming. Everyone was screaming and shouting and the dead were everywhere and ---

---You jostle yourself almost awake, but you open your eyes and see that you’re still at the camp.

Or...no, you’re still dreaming. There is no camp anymore.

This was when you were helping Jim under that tree.

Shane had walked him down in cuffs and had him tied to a tree in the shade, only until he wasn’t acting dangerous to himself (or to others, with the way he swung that shovel around). You’d put that almost-EMT-certified training to good use as you dutifully tried to cool Jim off. You’d first taken his shoes and socks off, then went about pressing his forehead, neck, stomach, and forearms with wet cloths. Next, you’d helped him rehydrate slowly with some of the watered down sports drink you had left over from last night, from when Daryl gifted you a bottle after your other migraine. So many damned migraines.

Jim apologized to you for both shouting at your brother and accusing you of being his attack dog. Shane came by with some fresh water and to talk with him again, so you excused yourself.

There was gonna be a fish fry that night! Mr. Morales was building up the wall around the fire so you all could add more wood and have a bigger blaze, relax a little. He’d jokingly referred to it as going to be “a very quiet luau without tiki torches or music.”

You and Amy helped him out for a while, then Amy played with the kids while you attempted to help Andrea find something to wrap up Amy’s present in (you thrown the walkie-talkie set into your shower bag by way of gift-wrapping, personally).

Your cover, however, was that you were finishing getting the dry clothes off the line and to their proper homes before the fish fry, so you actually had to eventually do that chore. Why was the laundry so endless?

And why hadn’t Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl come back with Merle yet? Or just come back at all yet?

But then the aroma of freshly caught, pan-roasted fish began to tickle your nose and the only grumbling coming out of you then was from your stomach.

“So Andrea, you gonna swim it?” you asked her from your seat around the fire, tossing the bottle of barbecue sauce over to Carol. She caught it and gave you a little wink. Shane, yourself, and Carol were partial to putting that stuff on fish, but Dale and Mr. Morales found it damn near blasphemous.

“I think now I have to. I wanna say I was brave enough to do ‘the chicken swim,’” Andrea considered, casting a playful grin at her sister while passing the tray of fish to Jacqui.

“And Glenn did say he wanted to do it, too, so you have to do it again,” Amy added to tease you.

In your subconscious, you recall that you started to hope that you actually would get that migraine the next day if it meant avoiding another swim across the quarry.

And even in your dream, you cannot help but feel awful about the things you’d taken for granted, even after watching the world fall apart. You’d lost your sisters, your little foster siblings, your mom, your nieces and nephews, your pets, your friends. And yet it didn’t cross your mind that you were going to lose anyone else, especially after Rick had come back.

You felt so stupid. And even in your dream, all those bad, sad thoughts that used to overcome you in the before-times started to make themselves known, reminding you that they were still there.

You would splash around and float for an hour with Amy in the middle of that damned quarry now if you’d known what had been about to happen.

T-Dog’s church van hits another dip and you fully wake up again. Daryl’s truck is behind you guys, the final vehicle in the caravan. His truck is noisy. It’s making the pounding in your head worse.

But it doesn’t matter, because soon you drift back to sleep.

Everyone got quiet as the feast began. And for good reason, that fresh fish was such a scrumptious change from canned food, MREs, dandelion salads, or squirrel. And you needed to watch out for bones.

“Remember how Dad used to always bring this up when it came to eatin’ fish?” Shane murmured to you, mouth full of pan fried roach (yes, you’d all already had your fun remarking about what a terrible name that was for a fish). That quote your dad had always brought up was something along the lines of “silence is golden when eating fish.” He died when you were really young, but y’all ate a lot of fish.

“Yo, he’d say it even when we ate fish sticks. I think he just wanted some peace and quiet,” you snorted. “Oh my gosh, and did you know Suri and Zee said there’s this Indian quote that says basically the exact same thing?”

From there, the kids started chattering about fish sticks (“Or dino nuggets with mac and cheese and Cholula!” as Luis excitedly screeched out), and Mr. Morales was smiling as he peered at Dale, who was adjusting the watch on his wrist.

“I gotta ask you man. It’s been driving me crazy.”

Dale looked slightly worried, but in a good way, if that makes sense. “What?”

And upon hearing Mr. Morales reply “That watch,” Dale’s face relaxed into a good-humored grin. He was very self-aware of his daily habit. “What’s wrong with my watch?” he chuckled back, adjusting it again.

“I see you every day, the same time,” Mr. Morales replied, smile still warm and wide as he chewed. “Winding that thing like a village priest saying Mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself,” Jacqui put in, and all of the adults were nodding in agreement. Dale seemed to flush a bit. It was nice.

“I’m missing the point,” he said. You and Amy giggled at how red his face was getting.

“Unless I’ve misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end,” Jacqui announced, elegant as ever. Her eyes crinkle as she added “At least hit a speed-bump for a good, long while.”

“But there’s you, every day, winding that stupid watch,” Mr. Morales teased.

“Time, it’s...important to keep track, isn’t it? The days at least,” Dale insisted, hands out. Then he tried to appeal to Andrea’s good sense to agree with him, but she made a face which further made everyone chuckle at how embarrassed Dale seemed to become (all in good fun). Then, very on-brand, he’d made a lovely but odd little speech that seemed to be about how the reason to wear a watch and keep track of time is for the moments where you have forgotten that time even exists. Or something.

Turn out, it was some long, paraphrased quote from William Faulkner. Dale was adorable.

Only Amy had the balls to lovingly joke “You are so weird.”

You felt your consciousness try to kick in as you remember what followed this. The bad part was coming. And you didn’t want to relive this part, not again. You desperately try to wake yourself up!

It works for a second. But then you’re back in the dream, stuck there.

It was your fault Amy was dead. You should’ve...well, you didn’t know, but you should’ve been closer to her! You should’ve been paying better attention! It wasn’t fair that she was dead while you were alive when it so easily could have been you in her place!

You kept going over the last conversation you’d had with her, and it was all so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Amy had gotten up from the fire.

“Where you going?” her sister checked.

Eyebrows raised, Amy whispered back “I have to pee,” before wryly announcing to everyone that “Jeez, you try to be discrete around here.”

“Oh, me too. Safety in numbers, right?” you’d said, putting your plate down and hopping up and around Dale and Shane to join her. You two had walked partway to the RV, when Amy stopped.

“You wanna go first?”

“No way, you got up first.”

“Okay, then here’s the perfect spot to wait. I don’t want you to hear me tinkle,” she said giggling.

“Ew,” you snickered back. “I don't wanna hear that, neither.”

“Wasn’t that the worst part of public bathrooms, everyone hearing what was going on?”

“That and the massive gaps in the doors, ugh.”

“And how some stalls were so far off the ground!” She cracked up and held out her pink camo walkie and joked, “Well, if I run into any bears or whatever in the few feet from the RV to you, I’ll radio you to come rescue me.”

“Roger,” you agreed into your own green camo walkie.

And you hate that. You hate that what you were joking with each other about had turned out to be so fucking true.

If you’d only stood closer to the RV instead of the fire, you would’ve heard that stupid, fucking walker and Amy wouldn’t have gotten --- fuck. Not this memory. Please. You didn’t want to keep seeing it happen again and again. The scream she made, the blood as it spilled from her arm, and then from her neck when you weren’t fast enough to stop it from biting again, no, no, no and there were so many of them closing in on the camp and ---

Then your nightmare shifts suddenly, and you’re back to this morning, a little after your migraine hit, when you were still keeping Andrea company while she held her little sister’s body. Amy’s body.

No one had been able to get Andrea to move all night or that morning. She just held on tightly to her sister and looked at her face in devastated shock.

You’d been there with her as Amy died the night before, too. At first, you’d tried to stanch the blood flow from her neck, even as you understood that it didn’t matter. She’d been bitten. But for Amy’s sake and for her sister’s, you’d kept your hand there until the end.

And recalling that moment might have been why just as quickly as your dream had shifted away from that awful night, you suddenly turn your head upon hearing your brother shouting and the nightmare transports you right back to when it happened.

The screaming. The blood. The dead who were everywhere and were ripping your community apart. The children were terrified and the parents were terrified that they couldn’t protect them and there were just so many of those awful things surrounding you all!

“Y/N, get back here! Lori, get Carl down!” your brother had screamed, shotgun raised as he began to shoot. You started to fight back with...what was it? Your bowie knife? No, that was in your tent. You don’t even remember now. Everything had happened so fast even though in the moment it seemed to inch by slowly.

Then Rick, Glenn, T-Dog, and Daryl came back shooting from the other side and there was even more chaos, more noise, more gunshots, more risk of friendly fire.

But it was the smell was the one of the worst parts. You didn’t expect that. The dead smelled. The blood smelled. The wood smoke, the lingering scent of the fish fry, the scent of bug spray, and the way that when someone died, they often soiled themselves. The heavy metallic scent from the blood all over Amy’s neck that stuck to your hand and that you couldn’t seem to wash enough, and how all the smells melded together and --- shit, don’t vomit.

Okay, you're awake, thank God you're awake, but shit, you're gonna throw up, oh no, no, no, no ---

“Awake again, Y/N?” T-Dog quietly called back to you. “Whoa, do you need me to pull over? Just give me the word.”

“M’gonna be sick,” you slur, unbuckling your seat belt and not giving one solid fuck that the van is still moving as you flop out of your seat and crawl to the door while trying to wipe that phantom blood off your hand.

T-Dog was kind enough to have pulled the van over at an angle so fewer people could see you while you got sick.

Except that Daryl’s truck is the caboose and pulls over right beside you. Perfect.

Glenn must’ve leaned out of the RV to call out “Y/N, you okay?” followed by the definitely not-humiliating “Ohhhh no” he utters as the sounds of you throwing up reach his ears.

Acting fast, T-Dog discreetly tells everyone else via the radio that things were fine, just that “Y/N got queasy, needed to stop” and that you’d be alright in a few minutes.

And you’ve gotten just about all of it out of you, so you pray, by the time the smell of his damned death sticks hit you.

“Hey, you about done there?” he grates at you.

What, is he trying to joke or something? What the fuck? No damned tact, that asshole.

“Fuck off, Daryl,” you stammer, spitting on the ground (hey, you’d just thrown up) and praying that it would all be over soon. Because you could feel it, it still wasn’t over. You were definitely not done, and the waiting was the worst part. And it really made that bruise on your jaw hurt like hell and your head ache worse.

“If you get all motion sick and shit, the front seat might do ya better.”

And before you can deign to respond, you feel yourself begin to sweat as that familiar warm sensation flushes through you before you retch again. And again.

“It’s the migraine, man,” T-Dog says to him for you. He’d tried kneeling down next to you when you first vomited, but then he began to dry heave, so he now is standing at a distance. Big old softie.

“Shit,” you hear Daryl mumble, then listen to the sounds of his truck door opening, then closing.

Dread and annoyance winds its way to your awareness as you recognize that his footsteps have made their way back to you, as has the smell of those nasty-ass cigarettes.

You don’t even want him near you. And why the hell is he now next to you? You’re so angry at that trailer park bastard!

He’d been fifty shades of dickhead after the camp was attacked, and you didn’t have to be dreaming to vividly recall all of the bullshit that spewed out of his mouth earlier today – and you can bet your ass that feeling angry at what you considered to be a very righteous subject (Daryl fucking Dixon) was ten times better than the hollow, awful despair and guilt you’d been wrestling with a minute ago!

First, Daryl had wanted to shoot Amy in the skull while Andrea was still cradling her body, for fuck’s sake, then he insulted Glenn after Glenn had broken down and made it clear that the walkers and your people weren’t to be burned together (and by the way, how hard could it possibly be for Daryl to differentiate between Korean and Chinese? They’re completely different!), and then, THEN he started mouthing off that you all had that walker attack “coming” after what was done to his brother!

How low could that asshole stoop before he should just lay down and wallow in the muck he seemed so at home in, you asked yourself? Well, the answer was even lower, because he was fixing to smash Jim’s head in with that stupid pickaxe once Jacqui discovered that the poor man had gotten bit.

Rick had to hold Daryl at gunpoint to get his mangy, deadbeat, hick ass to back off!

“Here, you can have this,” the mangy hick cuts in.

You turn your head slightly in his direction. Not because you’re mad so much as because you’re just so exhausted and feel so horrible that turning your head is an effort. What was he...what did Daryl just put in front of you?

“Coke’s good after an upchuck. Gets that taste out your mouth.”

Coke? Oh, root beer.

Root beer? He just gave you a can of root beer?

This was the second time that Daryl has given you some kind of sweet beverage after a migraine in the past three days. What the heck?

You pant in confusion a few times before uttering “Th-thank you, that’s ve ---” but, unfortunately you can’t finish that sentence because you retch for what’s hopefully the last few times.

“So these things get kinda bad, I guess,” he states matter-of-factly in that abrasive way he has.

You spit again after you finish, and slur “I guess,” but very lamely. You were attempting to go for a cold, bitchy sort of vibe but you feel like shit, so.

“I just need a minute or so more, okay Teddy?” you call back to T-Dog, voice shaky. Hell, more like: arms shaky, breaths shaky, everything shaky.

“No, hey honey, don’t you worry now. You take your time, we’re family here.”

And something about the way T-Dog says that hits you somewhere deep and you feel a sob forming in your chest. You hear Daryl’s footsteps start to head away. Then you start to well up again, and you try to wipe away the feeling of Amy’s blood off your hand again.

You feel like a failure. Your best friend just died. The Morales family wasn’t with you all anymore. Jim was dying in the RV, and here you were, throwing up on the side of the road like some idiot! You were a liability, that’s what! And now your family was broken and it was all your fault because you hadn’t been paying attention or fought back fast enough!

And it must be the migraine making you blab as you blurt out loud to no one in particular “Just can’t get the fuckin’ f-feel of her blood off my hand or the smell out my nose.”

And then those footfalls sounding away from you stop, and get closer again. Great, and now you were starting to cry again. No.

You set your jaw and breathe calmly, trying to hold it in.

And you throw up. Again. And you see in your peripheral vision that he’s squatting down beside you. Again.

Whatever, it’s just dry-heaving at this point; you’ve got nothing left in there.

And then...he starts to awkwardly pat your back. Daryl.

Yeah, that’s right, the mangy hick himself, Daryl Mudboggin’ Dixon (hey, you have a migraine, your insults aren’t gonna be top notch) is patting and rubbing your back as you dry-heave on the side of the road. And that’s after he’d already brought you a can of root beer to help you feel better!

You don’t even have the heart to remind yourself that you think root beer is too sweet to really enjoy and that the thought of putting anything in your stomach is vile at this point -- because you can bet all your buttons that you are gonna sip that can, warm as it is, and be grateful.

…Maybe in a few hours once you were feeling better and you’d reached the CDC, that is. And even if it came from that heartless, rude son-of-a-bitch, he’d done you a kindness, and that was something.

You heave two more times and your throat finally relaxes. You stomach feels…okay. You don’t feel hot and sweaty anymore, just sweaty. And you smell…nothing. Other than the throw up.

Even your head aches a little less, no doubt related to the release in tension of all the muscles in your head and neck. You move from your knees to a sitting position so you can catch your breath and rest a moment.

The sound of someone jogging comes from your left, and you hear your brother asking you “Whoa, how we doin’, weirdo?” as he crouches down on your opposite side, only gagging slightly.

Daryl’s hand is gone, you notice, but Shane’s replaces it and starts rubbing your neck. He’d been in a state, to say the least, since yesterday evening when he’d so suddenly almost lost you. The difference in him had frightened you, to be honest. But now he seems fairly back to normal, at least with you. “Hey, what can I do? Can I do anythin’, get you anything?”

“$100,000?” you try to joke, resting your head on your hands and feeling pure relief when you realize that you’re finally done.

You can feel your brother rolling his eyes as he cracks “Yeah, lemme grab my checkbook real quick,” and believe it or not, you heard Daryl snort as he headed back to his truck, and T-Dog freely let out a belly laugh and say that he’d write you another one for $200,000. Even Andrea seems to come out of her daze a little, since from her open window you heard her cough out a laugh of sorts and tell T-Dog “Might as well make it an even million. I’ll take two.”

Shane holds something out to you after he pecks a quick kiss to your head. “Here, when I passed by their car, uh, Lori and Carol wanted me to give you this.” It was a wet washcloth, and miraculously cold, too. “C’mon, let’s get you up, or I’m gonna get sick, too.”

You grab the can of root beer, accept his help getting up, and turn your head back to Daryl in his truck. Forgiveness isn’t hard for you at all in that moment as you hold up the can slightly and wave it a little, offering him a tired half smile and mouthing thanks.

You're all a family. You have to be, these days.

As you strap yourself back into the van and drive off, you are able to feel almost safe. Hopefully you won’t slip back into any more nightmares. You start praying again as you dab the wet washcloth on your face and neck before you drape it over your eyes.

Even after everything that had happened last night and today, and even after you’d suffered more losses and were most likely about to lose another, at least you could still say that you had a family. Shane, Carl, Rick, Lori, Dale, Glenn, T-Dog, Andrea, Jacqui, Carol, and Sophia. And you all still had Jim, he was still alive. Maybe they do have a cure, or at least some kind of treatment at the CDC. You all have each other, and you all need each other.

And yes, you all even have Daryl. That man, flawed as he might be, is part of your family, too – and even with those flaws has proven himself to be an important part of it. And sometimes, he’s even been a decent part of it, even though he still had to work on friendliness and kindess more.

As your eyes start to flutter back to sleep, you try to remember what you had referred to Daryl as in your head earlier. “Mangy hick,” right?

You send up a few prayers for him specifically, and that you can learn to be less angry with him so often.

After all, doesn’t every family have its mangy hick?

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hanoella · 3 years

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A Matter of Time (1/2)

Pairing: Bucky x healer!Reader

Word Count: Just under 3k

Summary: Healing others took a lot out of you. It was only a matter of time until it was going to be too much on your body.

Warnings: Hardcore angst, blood, grave injury, explicit description of injury, medical life support, needles? still not good at this stuff.

A/N: Another @wkemeup writing challenge prompt! Thanks so much everyone for all the love and support on my first fic!

Prompt: Believing they’re about to die, Character A confesses their feelings for Character B before they pass out.

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It was only a matter of time.

Healing always took so much out of you. One day, it was going to be too much for your body to handle. You hadn’t explicitly told anyone that it drains you. Only the observant picked up on it. It’s the reason why Natasha never asked for your help with minor things. It’s also why Bucky plain refused your help nowadays. He was hyper aware of everything around him and that included you. He always saw the light sheen of sweat forming on your brow, the way you became slightly breathless, and the increase in your pulse. When there was a major injury, he was very well aware of the tell-tale signs of exhaustion.

The very first time that he let you work on his shoulder, he had asked what it was like out of curiosity.

“Well… it’s kind of like projecting the pain onto myself. I’ve always been very in tune with my body. So ever since this,” you pause to gesture with your hands. “I can usually tell what the problem is. For example, I can tell that this specific muscle is bothering you,” you say as you gently put pressure on the specific aching tendon in his arm. Bucky winced before feeling the warmth reach deep into his muscles. He let out a deep breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Turning slightly so that you could partly see his face, he thanked you. For a reason he couldn’t understand, a big smile slowly developed on your face.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing, I’m just glad you finally let me work on it. I can see now that you’ve been… suffering. I’m just happy you’re feeling better.”

Bucky felt his face flush slightly and turned back to face forward. Amused, you started humming lightly as you continued your work.

Not that he would admit it but since then, there may have been… other reasons why he is always paying close attention to you. You reminded him of Steve. Somebody who was truly selfless. The one to make the sacrifice play. You may be less on the forefront of the battles but the work and the sacrifices you make for the world were just as big. Bucky found that he admired you for that. It stirred up feelings in his chest that he chose to ignore. It also made him nervous.

Every time you were needed, he was assigned as your bodyguard. You could handle yourself better than the average civilian, but you wouldn’t consider yourself a fighter. Considering that he preferred to stay out of the spotlight, as well as the fact that his relationship with the public was still rocky, it ended up being the ideal position for him. At first, he was nervous because he was protecting something incredibly important. More so than any jewel or riches that existed. You were someone that could practically bring someone back from the dead. If he couldn’t protect you, he was practically sentencing anyone who would need your help in the future, to death. Certainly, a weighty responsibility that would make anyone nervous.

It grew to be more than that though. Each time he protected you from a threat, no matter how small, your appreciation made it worth it. Your gratitude, which manifested itself into words, notes, and small gifts, sustained him. He had a hidden drawer filled with smiley faces on post it notes and cute little Tupperware containers that had held homemade sweet treats.

But his favorite reward was not anything he could bring back to his apartment. It was your touch. The small brushes against his arm grew into touches and squeezes. In turn, it grew into grasping his hand while thanking him and once, a quick hug before you jumped back and apologized. He blushed lightly and looked away, letting you know that it was okay, he didn’t mind. Actually, Bucky would’ve preferred for that moment to have lasted forever. Because when you pulled away, he was suddenly aware of how starved he felt without your touch. That one action had been the gateway to a life filled with longing. He would chase that feeling forever; He could not bear the thought of being without you. That’s what made him nervous. He felt like he couldn’t think clearly anymore around you. He was going to make a mistake.

It was only a matter of time.

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Waiting in the Quinjet with Bucky, you listened for updates on the mission. This time, they had gotten intel about a subbranch of Hydra dedicated to chemical warfare. Fearing another threat like anthrax, you set out to stop it. Everyone was in the building and you were on standby in case any pathogens got loose. Wanda could contain it, and you could eradicate it by healing all of the infected, and then they could disinfect the area. Hopefully, though, it was just a precaution.

The atmosphere was calm, the lights off since the night sky was clear in the mountains. Moonlight filtering in through the front windshield, you were taking Bucky through the latest playlist you had curated for him when Nat radioed in.

“We’ve almost got the lab secured. No injuries.”

“Word.” You radioed back casually as Bucky looked at you confused.

You were about to explain the response and pull up urban dictionary when Steve radioed back as well.

“We had a group escape, some guards protecting the head researcher. They’re headed towards the jet. He blocked off the tunnel he used to escape so they’ll get to you before we can reach him.”

“Copy that.” Bucky radioed back as he got up.

When you got up to follow him, he gave you a look.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! I’m not completely useless. Besides, I think I could take on a lab lackey.”

“I don’t want you to get caught up in the rest of it.” He responded seriously.

Looking at him and realizing it wasn’t up for debate, your expression sobered up.

“Okay. Just be careful, please.”

He nodded as he heard voices approaching. He headed down the ramp and met them outside of the jet. You peaked out of the opening of the ramp as he took them out one by one. When all five were on the ground, you came out and checked to make sure he was okay.

“Wow, impressive.” You commented, nudging one of the guys with your foot.

“Wait,” you said, eyebrows scrunching together. “None of these guys are in a lab coat.”

Just as he was about to respond, he glanced to the side and quickly pushed you out of the way. The lab coat tackled him where you had just been standing. They went rolling towards the edge of the cliff and you shouted his name.

“Bucky!”

He kicked the researcher away from him while still on the ground. As the man started rolling off of the cliff, he grabbed Bucky’s leg. Bucky started scrambling to find a grip as the scientist slid off the cliff, trying to take Bucky with him. You ran over to the edge, grabbing Bucky’s arm to support him as he tried to kick the guard off of his leg.

“With you out of the picture, the path forward will be successful. Hail Hydra.” He shouted as he grabbed a knife from his pocket and stabbed it into Bucky’s thigh.

Bucky grunted loudly as the scientist took the knife out and stabbed it back in. You strained to hold him up as he struggled to kick him off, blood streaming down his leg. With one more heavy kick, the man lost his grip and fell down the mountain. At the same time, the force of the kick had loosened the ground under you. There was a crack and you locked eyes with Bucky in panic.

You cried out as you used all of your strength to bring him back up over the cliff. It started falling away as soon as Bucky had found his footing and he lunged towards the jet while grabbing you. He held you with one arm and kept you from hitting the ground as the other forearm took the impact and held you both up. Looking incredulously at the strength of his arm and then turning your head back to look at him, he gently set you down. You were both breathing heavily as you lifted your head to see the platform you were just standing on was now gone.

You laid your head back down and closed your eyes in relief. Bucky took the opportunity to take you in. Your hair formed a halo around your face perfectly as it was spread out on the grass and the moon’s light made you look like your skin was glowing. You looked ethereal. Before you got the chance to see him gazing at you, he flopped over onto his back next to you, catching his breath. You looked over at him, the stars now reflected in your eyes, and started laughing lightly. He didn’t know what you were laughing at, but it made him start laughing. As it subsided, you sat up and faced him.

“Can I please heal those?” You asked, gesturing towards his leg. You had never worked on his thighs and you wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

He paused, partly out of shyness and partly not wanting to tire you out. Your gaze lingered on the wounds and he saw how much it worried you. He nodded and you leaned over to take a look. As you moved the blood-soaked fabric out of the way, he winced. The wounds were deep and bleeding still. You focused your hands overtop the injury and concentrated. The soft white glow enveloped your hands and his leg. He watched as the bleeding started slowing. After a few moments, the wound started closing and the pain started easing. Bucky tried to get up as soon as it became bearable, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him. Though your breath was slightly strained, the determination in your eyes stopped him and he slowly laid back down. Soon enough, he couldn’t even tell that anything had happened. Once it was completely healed, you then flopped down next to him.

You both settled, watching the clouds pass in front of the moon and stars. After you caught your breath, you spoke:

“Bucky Barnes, I owe you my life. Several times over. Thank you.”

“I think you’re the one who just saved my life, doll.” He said, amused.

“Ooh, doll. Somebody’s finally warming up to me.” You said, laughter in your tone as you stood up. “Do you call every damsel in distress you save a doll?”

The answer to that question was “no” but before he could respond, you held your hand out to him. Bucky sat up and accepted it, standing all the way up. As he let go of your hand, you wrapped your arms around his midsection, cheek resting against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Bucky swallowed and then slowly brought his arms around you, his chin resting on the top of your head. Content.

Unexpectedly, he stiffened. Something was wrong.

“Bucky?” You called his name hesitantly as you stepped out from his grasp.

You peered at his face and saw his pupils so blown out that you could barely see the blue anymore.

“Bucky!?” You shouted as he fell to the ground.

He couldn’t control anything except for his eyes as muscles all over his body started twitching. You knelt down and panicked, laying your hands against his chest, searching for an explanation. You hovered your hands over his heart and felt it so tight and strained it was barely pumping. You felt as if you were choking, and you weren’t even feeling the full effect.

Cardiac arrest. How is this possible?

You racked your brain for explanations. You instantly thought of the researcher. You traced a strange substance you felt through his veins until you found where it originated- from the knife wound.

Poison.

At this point, it had reached his heart. What little it was pumping was spreading the poison. It’s completely taken over his blood. You locked eyes with Bucky and saw the pain and panic in his eyes, his clenched jaw, and the tendons in his neck, outlined clearly by the strain. He was suffering.

No. Much worse.

He was dying.

You had to save him.

You interlocked one hand over top of the other and started doing compressions on his chest. What was normally a soft white light was now blinding. You could see the outline of his heart, and with each pump, the white light travelled an inch down his veins. Slowly, with each thrust, the white light made it further and further out from his heart.

“What happened!?” Steve shouted. You hadn’t even heard the team come back.

“We saw the light and came back as fast as we could!” Sam said.

You shrugged Steve’s hand off your shoulder as you continued compressions.

“Poison.” You panted.

Thump.

“He’s-”

Thump.

“Dying.”

Thump.

You hadn’t realized you were crying. Tears now spilled freely onto Bucky’s jacket.

Steve stayed kneeling next to you as the rest of the team stood back, watching in amazement as the light made its way through Bucky’s body.

Bucky locked eyes with him. He placed a hand on Buck’s head and wiped the sweat off of his brow.

“You’re gonna be okay, Buck. You’ll pull through.” He said with a small reassuring smile.

It wasn’t himself he was worried about. He’d never seen you exert yourself this much. He was in so much pain but dying would be better than seeing you go through this.

You shouted with each thrust, trying to keep yourself from tiring out and stopping. The white light had made its way back around to the heart and Bucky’s entire body started relaxing. You felt relief as he stopped seizing and his eyes started closing. As you wiped the sweat off of your face, you realized your nose was bleeding. Just as you were about to sit back, you froze.

There’s no heartbeat. You desperately connected yourself back to his body and felt that his organs were shutting down. You started compressions again, this time more vigorously. You were going to have to filter his organs for multiple rounds to reach every part, every cell affected by the poison. You wailed, crying harder as you felt his ribs crack from the force and then heal, only to be cracked again. You were starting to get lightheaded, and your muscles were burning. You could not keep it up for much longer. Desperate to get him back, you call to Steve beside you.

“Steve. There’s. Adrenaline. In. Jet.” You gasped between each push.

Steve was so distraught between seeing the both of you that he didn’t move right away. Natasha instinctively ran to the jet and brought it back, digging through it until she found the syringe and uncapped the needle.

Natasha knew she didn’t need to confirm whether you really wanted to do this.

“Injecting now.”

She thrust the needle into your thigh and clicked the top, releasing the spring and shooting the needle into the muscle.

You wailed again in anguish, fighting through the pain until you felt it hit your heart. The light had turned into a pillar, a beacon in the sky. Your hair once again in a halo, floating around you. The team had to shield their eyes and brace themselves against the force that hit them. You put newfound strength into each push until you could feel that every single drop of poison was filtered out of his body. Finally, Bucky opened his eyes.

You stopped pushing on his chest.

“Bucky?” you asked hoarsely.

He was still coming to but was well enough to sit up. He clutched at his chest and found no pain. He then looked at his hand.

“How did you-?”

You fell over.

Bucky scrambled over to you and pulled you into his arms. You coughed against his chest, bloodying his shirt. He looked at you and then at Steve, mouth agape. Steve could only look sadly back.

He cradled you and brushed the hair out of your face, blood from your nose and mouth smearing before being covered by the new blood steadily streaming out.

“I’m sorry,” You said softly, the sleepy look on your face deceivingly masking the gravitas of the situation.

“Don’t apologize.” He said quietly, pausing to keep the tears from showing. It proved to be pointless as his voice cracked, asking:

“Why would you do this? You should’ve just let me die.”

You closed your eyes.

“Because I love you, Buck. Always have.” You slurred tiredly.

You whimpered and then stilled.

Bucky cried while rocking you in his arms.

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Part II

You opened your eyes to a black room. No, not a room. There were no walls. You glanced down at your hands. You could still see them so it wasn’t dark, just… black.

“Well, hello.”

You spun around and saw the source of the voice.

A serene, beautiful woman who had long dark hair and dressed in a green tunic addressed you.

“What has brought you here, young one?”

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1987vampire · 3 years

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Madly. Deeply. Unconditionally. | Tomura Shigaraki

Fandom: My Hero Academia | Boku No Hero Academia Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: none! all fluff. Lotta kissing. lotta romance. Request: None! A/N: This wasn't supposed to be as lovey dovey as it ended up being, but here we are. Shigaraki deserves some love and so do you. Extra:

In complete honesty, Shigaraki’s hygiene was horrible. It was something you had known going into the relationship, but not truly the extent of it. Getting him to brush his teeth was a terror by itself, but showering was absolute hell. He would grumble to himself about how it would only be a waste of his time, time he could be spending planning, gaming, literally anything else.

Why would did it matter if he smelled absolutely horrible? You had never cared before. And why did it matter if his hair was greasy and matted in places? If you could still grip it, gently run your fingers through it, it didn’t bother him.

However, there was one sure-fire way to get him to clean himself.

Your footsteps were quiet against the cracked hardwood flooring as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder. He was hunched over at his desk, scratching furiously at his neck as he read a newspaper, a piece of paper to the side with barely legible words scribbled on. He was working on his newest attack, trying to figure out how to improve his nomus, improve his attack. He may throw a fit after losing a battle – and come home to fuck you senseless if he could help it – but he put in the time and work to fix the issues every single time, never taking a break.

Shigaraki grunted at the feeling of your arms around him, looking away for just long enough to press a kiss to your forearm before turning back. “What do you need, doll,” he questioned, his voice scratchy from not talking.

You leaned over a bit more, placing your hand over the one he was writing with. “Come on, Shiggy. Come take a bath.”

He made a noise of complaint, and you could already hear the excuses begin to climb from his lips when you cut him off.

“I mean, I could just be all alone in there, have to wash my body all by myself. It wouldn’t be an issue for me, of course. I mean, I’m already naked for you, but that’s okay.” Shigaraki’s head snapped over at the last statement as you pulled away from his grasp, already beginning to walk away. You heard him clamber to his feet, throwing a few things in the process, and the frantic thump of his sneakers as he ran to catch up with you entering the bathroom.

You giggled lightly as he threw his arms around your waist, holding your back to his chest for a second as he caught his breath. “Now, hold on here, I think we have a misunderstanding.”

“Oh,” You teased, turning so you could see him, your nose skimming along his jaw as you did so, “so you do want to join me, then?”

Shigaraki’s face flushed, you could feel it crawling to his chest, heating the area against your skin. “Well, since you so clearly needed me to.” He blew out a long breath before pulling away. “I mean, I could definitely go back, but-“

You laughed loudly and shook your head, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “No, no, come here, loverboy.”

Shigaraki huffed out a laugh in response and followed you as you pulled him along through the small bathroom towards the tub. When he had first moved into this room in the base, the bathroom was a wreck, the tub barely big enough for Shigaraki to sit in, but when you had started dating, he had made Kurogiri help him figure out how to replace it with a big one, one big enough for both of you to lay in it comfortably.

Shigaraki’s hands trailed over your bare ass as you bent over to start filling the tub, not in a sexual way, just pressing against the skin he could reach, though he did love the way your ass felt in his hand, the curves that moved towards something prettier. You raised yourself after finding the perfect temperature and turned to face him, smiling as his hand never left you, instead crawling up and around so it was pressed against the side of your stomach, his pointer finger gently raised as to not hurt you.

“You’re beautiful,” Shigaraki mumbled as he looked down at you. You furrowed your eyebrows and met his gaze. “Heavenly.”

You pushed his chest gently and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right. Come on, get undressed.”

Shigaraki’s hand flew to his chest jokingly, and he shook his head. “Oh, okay, I see. You only want me for my body?”

You fell into fits of giggles as you batted at him playfully. You both died down a bit as you pulled his shirt up and over his head, his face trying to hide the insecurity he felt. No matter how many times you had seen him naked, it was still like the first time to him. He even tried to wear his shirt during sex when he could. ‘Too skinny,’ he had said. ‘My arms are too long, my bones poke out, and there’s no softness to my chest. I’m not pretty to look at. Not like you.’

Your hands trailed over his chest and down his sides, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as you did so. “Pretty baby,” you whispered into the skin, smiling as he flushed again. “My pretty baby.”

Shigaraki let a soft whine fall from his throat at the words and huffed.

“Come on, let’s get you in here,” you said, hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his pants. Shigaraki pressed a few kisses to your forehead before helping you pull his pants off, kicking them to the side and steadying himself on you so he could crawl into the tub, settling into the water with a low groan. He fumbled with the faucet, turning it off before he reached a hand out to you.

You stepped into the water and settled in between his legs, your back to his front. His hands pressed right below your chest and he sighed. You turned slightly, grinning at the sight of his head tilted back in bliss. For as hard as it was to get him into a bathtub, he sure enjoyed being inside them.

You settled against him for a moment, reveling in the warmth of him and the water, before you turned yourself around, climbing to your knees so you could face him. Shigaraki made a move of displeasure at your movement. “Come on, let me wash you, baby,” you whispered, reaching around him to grab a bottle of body wash.

Shigaraki grumbled again but made no move to stop you, even leaning forward a bit into your touch as you ran the soap over him, trying to rub the grime off of him as nicely as I could. “Thank you,” he spoke, his eyes opening just barely.

“Anything for you, darling.”

You were both quiet for a while, only the sound of you washing and rinsing his body filling the room, the sloshing of the water an oddly calming sound. You leaned out for a moment, grabbing an empty cup you had brought and instructed Shiggy to turn around and instead sit in your lap so you could wash his hair. His lanky body moved around quickly, excited to feel your hands running through the hair, detangling, rubbing lovingly. Your touch was like a drug to him at this point.

Detangling his hair was a tough project, not wanting to tug too harshly on him and accidentally hurt him. He didn’t mind a bit of rough treatment though, content to lean against you and soak in the attention. “Can you talk to me,” Shigaraki spoke, leaning into you as you carded conditioner through his locs.

“About what,” you hummed in response.

“Anything. I just want to hear your voice.”

You laughed quietly to yourself and nodded, beginning to describe everything you had done for the day – the food you had eaten, the conversations you had had with others, the dreams you had the night before. Shigaraki would hum an acknowledgment every now and then, reminding you that he was listening, but he didn’t try to interject. He was content to just listening.

Once you had finally finished washing the last bits of soap out of his hair, he laid against your shoulder, turning his face towards yours, nose pressing against your cheek followed by his lips. A soft kiss followed by another and another against your face.

You returned the favor, pressing a few right above his eyebrow before finally meeting him at his lips.

“I’m in love with you,” Shigaraki whispered.

“I’m in love with you, too. Madly. Deeply. Unconditionally.”

He nosed against your jaw before finally lifting himself from the tub, groaning lowly to himself as he did, his bones aching from not moving. “Come on, doll, let’s go to bed, yeah?” He stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel and gingerly drying himself off before wrapping it around his waist and helping you out. He took to drying you off, thoroughly compared to how he had dried himself, taking time to make sure that no part of you was still wet.

“I’m surprised,” you mused, as he helped you wrap the towel around yourself.

“Hmm?”

You pressed a hand to his cheek and pulled him down for another kiss. “You didn’t even try to wash me.”

He laughed. “You took a shower this morning. You onlytake showers in the morning. You just wanted me to get in. Now come on, let’s brush our teeth and go to sleep. Okay?”

You giggled as he led you to the sink. “Wow, a two in one day? I’m impressed.”

“Only for you. Always for you.”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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hey, you're incredible and amazing and I hope you're taking care of yourself 🥺💖 if you are still taking request, can you write something for Frankie o Marcus Pike? from promt list 1, number 1 "a wedding?" and number 65 "hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!"

love you 💖

I went with Frankie and I hope you enjoy 💕🥺

Frankie x Fem!Reader ; warnings: slight language

Frankie Masterlist

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You almost bowled Frankie over as you threw open the door and welcomed yourself into his house. You had knocked and at the loud pounding he had almost dropped what he was doing in order to come and answer. Instead of waiting, you'd used your spare key to his house and let yourself in.

"Oh, hello there," he said as he closed the door behind you with an amused grin on his face. As soon as he saw the distressed look on your face, his own faltered, "what's wrong, Bee?"

"Everything, Francisco!" you groaned as you opened the fridge to grab out a beer. You made quick work of opening it and taking a large swig before sitting down at the counter, "I have once again single handedly fucked myself over!"

"You want to elaborate a little more on that?" he asked as he helped himself to a drink and joined you. He'd been busy preparing everything for your weekly movie night, hadn't been expecting you for a little while - not that he ever minded you being around. Sighing heavily, you rested your head on his shoulder, "what could possibly be so bad?"

"You remember my ex - Brad?" Frankie immediately groaned - for reasons both the same and different to yours. You nodded in acknowledgment.

"Ew, Brad."

"Yup," you laid your head on the table before letting out a long sigh, "well Brad is getting married. And guess who is invited? Me - and my boyfriend."

"You don't...have a boyfriend," he reminded you as you just threw up your hands in exasperation, “so…”

“I know, I know, I know,” you groaned as you took another drink, “it just came out - here he is all fancy and getting married and I’m just...not. I didn’t want to look like a total idiot and be all oh yes, of course I’m still single but would love to come to your wedding alone. So...apparently I have a boyfriend. I need to find a fake boyfriend or find a damn good excuse for why my boyfriend couldn’t make it at the last minute.”

“Shit,” Frankie couldn’t help but laugh at your little dilemma as you groaned at yourself. You just couldn’t keep your big mouth shut it appeared. When had it ever done you any good? Never. You should have learned by now. A few beats of silence fell over the two of you before he suddenly made a small sound, “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” you raised your eyebrows as your heart started to beat wildly in your chest. Sure, you might have been in love with your best friend and have been for some time, but you’d never ask him to do such a thing. You’d purposely pushed that thought to the back of your mind as quickly as it had bubbled up. It would make things infinitely more complicated - and what if something happened and you slipped up and confessed your love for him? That was a situation you’d rather avoid all together if possible.

“Come with you,” he grinned, clearly proud of his brilliant idea. He wondered if you could hear the loud pounding of his own heart; as soon as you’d mentioned the idea of a fake boyfriend he’d grown excited. Was this his opportunity to finally come clean and tell all the ways in which he loved you? Maybe, maybe not. But if he didn’t try, he’d never know, “I’ll be your boyfriend - fake boyfriend.”

“Oh Frankie,” you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet look on his face. Gods, how could anyone not fall in love with him? But reason quickly took over you and you weakly shook your head, “no, it’s okay. I couldn’t ask you to do something like that.”

“I want to,” he insisted with a soft ruffle to your hair before he could stop himself, “come on - what are best friends for, Bee? Besides its just a wedding...”

“I don’t know...I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to..”

“I want to,” he promised softly, “come on, it’ll be fine - you might even have fun! Besides - I want to see you break out some more of those amazing dance moves!”

“Frankie…”

“What could go wrong, Honey Bee? It’s the perfect solution!

I could fall harder in love with you. I could confess my love to you. I could make a huge fool out of myself. I might never get over you.

“Okay,” you agreed before you could stop yourself. The excited look on his face was enough to make you melt as he just grinned from ear to ear, “let’s do it.”

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“Wow,” Frankie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you, his megawatt grin enough to make you melt. He held his hand out to you, ever the gentleman, which you took as he pulled you in for a hug. You’d agreed to meet at the venue, and go from there; it probably would have looked more convincing if you’d arrived together, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anything more than what was needed. As soon as you spotted him, your heart started doing flips in your stomach, “you look absolutely beautiful.”

“What about you, handsome?” you ran a hand through his dark locks, unsure if you were doing it out of your own volition or you were playing the part of doting girlfriend, “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Thanks,” he whispered softly as a tinge of pink flushed up into his cheeks. He politely greeted a few passersby. You repeated the action, remembering a few faces from when you had dated Brad a few years earlier, “hold my hand Bee - we have to make this look convincing!”

Something came over you and you were quite sure what possessed you, but you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together, before leaning over and offering him a kiss. He hesitated for a mere fraction of a second, unsure of how to respond, but then offered a simple, saccharine little kiss.

And it was electric - sending shivers down your spine as your whole body warmed up. People always spoke about seeing those proverbial sparks when they kissed the one. And this...this had to be it.

Opening your eyes, you found Frankie looking back at you in awe and momentarily wondered if he had felt the same thing. A gentle expression softened his features as he looked at you in wonder. Maybe...maybe you’d both felt it...but no. Surely not. You wouldn’t flatter yourself with the idea that Francisco Morales fancied you like you did him.

“Gotta act the part, right?” you teased nervously as you started pulling himself in the venue, “come on, boyfriend!”

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The rest of the ceremony was spent in comfortable silence as the two of you sat close to each other, but still leaving a small distance between your bodies. It was almost like the two of you could feel that something had shifted, even with the smallest of kisses. You were hyper-aware of his closeness to you the entire time, feeling his body heat radiate onto you, your entire being humming with excited, yet nervous energy. Little did you know that Frankie was feeling the exact same thing, all the while trying to figure out how to finally (finally!) tell you about his true feelings.

His hand was resting on the wood of the aging bench, next to yours, but not touching. Both of you consciously, or subconsciously, kept inching your hands closer and closer until eventually they were touching. Frankie seemed to overcome his nerves and put his hand on top of yours before gently squeezing it as a sign of ressaurance, before lacing your fingers together. The smell gesture was enough to kickstart your heart and you were unable, or unwilling, to keep the smile off of your face.

What was suddenly happening?

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After the ceremony, a beautiful affair - even you had to admit - the two of you went to the reception, still buzzing happily, but unable to quite form the right words. Whatever was happening, it was coming fast, and honestly...it had been a long time coming for the both of you. Neither of you tried to fight it anymore, deciding to let whatever happened, happen.

“Listen, Bee,” after you’d gotten to the reception and the bride and groom had cut the cake and had their first dance, Frankie finally gathered up the courage to speak. He reached for your hand and held it tightly, “there’s something I need to tell you -"

“Hey! You made it!” Brad wore a beaming grin he came over and still managed to steal Frankie's thunder; he tried not to let his expression falter too much, "you look great!"

"Wouldn't miss it," you said - only a small lie - before reaching down and grabbing Frankie's hand. Despite your initial hesitations, you were glad you came, and honestly happy for him, "and two make a lovely couple. I'm so happy for you both - really. You deserve it."

"As do the two of you," he grinned, grabbing Frankie's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, "the two of you! Can't say I'm surprised though...always thought the two of you had a little something going on. How long has it been official?"

"Oh umm…" you gave Frankie a look of surprise as you tried to think on your feet. He looked just as thrown off as you did, "a-a couple of years. We've been together for a...bit."

"Time to make an honest woman out of her, Morales!" Frankie's expression paled as your eyes widened in surprise. But he was quick on his feet and chuckled lightly, "I'm happy for you guys too. Who would have thought? I guess most of us did...anyway! Thank you both for coming and have fun - open bar!"

"Thanks," you both managed to weakly say as the groom bounced away to greet other guests. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned to Frankie and offered him a meager smile.

"Yeah...so I guess the whole fake boyfriend thing worked!" you cheered lightly, trying to keep the situation from turning any more awkward than it was, "we could...probably just leave honestly. Maybe grab a pizza and drinks and watch a movie?"

"Do you want to dance?" he completely changed course with his question, his voice nervous and almost cracking in anticipation. You paused for a moment before deciding that yes...you really, really wanted to slow dance with Frankie.

"I'd love you to," you whispered gently as he took your hand and led you to the lightly illuminated dance floor.

And it was so easy - so effortless. His arms wrapped around you and yours around him as you melted into his body. He was so soft and warm and smelled heavenly; why hadn't you ever done this before? It felt so...right. As you swayed to the music, everything seemed frozen in time and nothing mattered but this moment - him. This was where you were supposed to be the entire time. Home was in his arms, home was Frankie.

After what seemed like a small eternity, you pulled back and looked at him, his eyes searching yours as well. He stopped and his hands found your face as he gently traced over your features, a smile gracing his own. You put your hands on his wrists, trying to control your breathing as you stared at each other, lost in your little world.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned up and kissed him. And this time it wasn't some quick or rushed brush of lips - no this was slow and meaningful, every feeling and emotion poured it. It just felt so perfect, so right, like the two of you had been doing this for ages and ages, not the first time. You wished it would never end, that you could spend an eternity wrapped up in his arms.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered against your lips when you finally pulled apart for a breath of air, "and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you for years."

"I...I love you, Frankie," you grinned at him, "its always been you...I just never knew how to say it. I was scared...nervous."

"Sweet Honey Bee," he stole another kiss, this one sweet and saccharine, "how could it be anyone but you?"

"Frankie…" his name was a soft, reverent whisper as you melted into his touch, "I don't even know what to say…"

"I'm hoping you'll say yes to getting out of here and getting a pizza and some beers and relaxing back at mine? Just like usual," he suggested as you nodded eagerly, "there's one more thing."

"Anything."

"I want to kiss you," he grinned, "like a lot more. I feel like an idiot for not doing that sooner.

"That's a guarantee, love," you promised him, "kisses and a lot more than that."

"God, you're amazing," he grinned as you started to pull him away and to the exit, "I wish I would have told you years ago."

"We were both fools," you admitted, "but think of all the time we have to make up for! And besides - you're always worth waiting for, Francisco!"

He was awestruck as he just stared at you before running after you and scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you grinned at him like a lovestruck fool - which, you supposed, you were.

"I love you, Honey Bee."

"I love you, Francisco."

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hobilluvvr · 3 years

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lost ocean troubles | 2

college au! sub!armin x dom!reader

words - 2.7k

warnings - vomit, blood, mentions of abuse , injuries

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so incredibly sorry for this late update but testing season is approaching and I need to study sadly :/ this part is very rough with spelling errors and grammar but will be revised later !

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The flowers had this magnificent pale blue color to them, the sun hitting them just at the right angle and the sage leaves accented the stem, the weight of the beautiful petals making the stem slightly wilt downwards .

this piqued armins interest, so much so that he walked towards them , feet trudding against the soft sand. As he comes close the overwhelming smell of coconut with a hint of sea saltseasalt overwhelmes his senses, his nose srunching up in question, the scent resembling of clean linen,a quite odd observation , even more so for a flower .

Just as he reaches to pick the flower up, the sun all of the sudden blazes furiously, the rays bouncing everywhere and blinding armin, now groaning as he squirms in abrupt discomfort. His feet dig at the sand … or what was the sand… the feeling of plush fabric instead meeting his skin, surrounding his body in comfort and warmth.

Snuggling further into this random source of heat, the sudden realization hits him. His eyes open the tiniest bit and he stops for a moment … this isnt the beach… in fact he’s laying on a bed… an unknown bed

At this his body jolts upward and armin frantically looks around his surroundings, the white pillows and the grey blanket not correlating in his mind as his. ‘This isnt my room’ the panic quickly sets in, quickly throwing the blanket aside and standing up abruptly which proves to be a grave mistake as a headache and the urge to vomit surges up his throat.

He clutches his stomach as he runs to the bathroom ,quickly kneeling over the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach, the acidity already making his throat burn angrily. The sound of quick footsteps echo the walls and he goes to turn his head towards the door when the second round of bile threatens to escape his throat.

His ingers clutch the toilet ,violently puking when a second presence is felt . armin feels someone kneel next to him and gently rub at his back

“Its okay , its okay ,let it all out “ you push his bangs away from his face while the other hand rubs at his back . armin lifts his head up ,groaning as he moves away from the toilet feeling his head throb way too violently.

You hand him the cup of water and pain killer you set down when you entered the bathroom

“Here take this, dont move too much . your head is most likely killing you” he takes the items and pops the pill in his mouth quickly downing it with the water. When he sets the cup down he looks at you ,eyes squinting, clearly confused

“Where am i ?”

You chuckle lightly, standing up and lean against the counter “you dont remember anything do you huh?” the boy sitting on the floor thinking ...

Suddenly armin visibly stiffens, his cheeks flushing “uh w-ww di-idnt do i-it ,rig-ght?” his eyes all of the sudden finding great interest on the floor tiles .

You give him a light smile and laugh even louder this time “no, no we didnt ,dont worry about that. Here cmon” you reach out a hand to lift him up off the floor

He takes your hand sheepishly ,shoulders relaxing in relief, his red cheeks calming down “ then what happened? Why am i here ?” he asks following you out of the bathroom and into the room.

You cringe at the events that happened the previous night and you wonder if you should tell him everything. You head over to your drawers and open them, turning your back to the stumbling boy “well you got extremely wasted and this creep saw that you were alone and he tried messing with you but i took care of it”

your hands clench harshly at the shirt you were holding thinking about the old fuck. God humans can be pieces of shit

“Oh.” armins bit his lip and he desperately tried to remember exactly what happened , your answer being quite vague , but this did nothing but make his head throb once again . wincing in pain he goes to lifts his hand up to hold his head when he notices the bandages around his wrists ‘what happened ?did i get injured ?’

After picking out what you needed , you turned to face him and you catch his line of sight , looking at his wrists . as if you heard what his thoughts you say “ the perv was being really aggressive towards you and he injured you quite badly but i brought you up to my apartment and fixed you up a bit “giving him a warm smile you hold out the clothes you had previously searched for

“ here , take this and clean your self up a bit then i can take you home, yeah ? you got a little bit of a stain forming on you “ you chuckle, head nodding towards the vomit on the shirt before walking out ,leaving him in the room alone

His eyes widen at your comment immediately rushing to the bathroom and sure enough his vomit is all over the shirt , the mirror reminding him of his earlier commotion . armin sighs in embarrassment ,blue eyes scanning his appearance, finally now knowing how much of a hot mess he looks like . he notices another bandage on his face, his cheek specifically , a bit of blood staining the white bandage along with another few scratches all over his face.

His finger traces around his facial injuries ‘wow, what exaclty happened last night ?’

He shakes his head , not wanting his head to pound again, instead just focusing his attention on the shirt you gave him noticing that it looks similar to the dirty one he is wearing currently.

‘Oh god …..dont tell me …. Im wearing her clothes ‘ the realization hits him and his ears turn an angry shade of red. ‘God how much more of a burden can he be to you ?’ he groans before closing the bathroom door

…

As soon as you close the door , your eyes land on a very dishevled eren leaving his room , hand shielding his squinting eyes away from the harsh sunlight “what happened ? i heard what sounded like someone vomiting” his morning voice rasping out, following you to the kitchen and sitting down on the kitchen bar stool

“Oh he woke up and well... , you know how hangovers are like “ you open the fridge , scanning the interior “wait why is the fridge empty ? i thought i told you it was your turn to go grocery shopping this time ? what happened ? “ you frown turning towards him, crossing your arms

Eren only yawns and stretches his body, not seeming to mind that you were glaring holes at him “dont you remember ? i couldnt go so you said we’d go together after we ate something yesterday but then you got too caught up fighting someone if i recall correctly ” he confidently said, fingers tapping at his chin , eyes meeting yours, glaring back.

You sigh giving up “ ahh yeah i remember now….” you take a quick glance around the kitchen and see nothing of nutritional value “ the hell are we going to eat then ? and why didnt you clean up the medical supplies from last night ?” you badger him looking at the medical supplies messily strewn all over the counter

Eren scrunches his face , hand running through his bedhair, still groggy from just waking up a few minutes ago “ we can always just doordash something” he picks up the bottle of rubbing alcohol remebering how you carried armin into the apartment when he passed out and set him on the couch leaving eren to tend to his wounds.

Just as armin was falling , passing out after just vomiting all over you , you quickly grab at his waist and preventing him from hitting his head on the floor . the stench of the vomit was awfully intense and you scrunch your nose trying to stop the smell from affecting you “ can you be any faster over there ? you tease seeing him struggle with the keys , his fumbling being weirdly endearing somehow

“Im trying , im trying. I swear this cold is messing me up or something “ he puffs out now fumbling with inserting the key right . you roll your eyes upon seeing this , giving a light chuckle before reaching a hand underneath the blonde boys legs and bringing them towards your chest, effectively lifting him up bridal style.

You walk into the apartment and set the boy softly onto the couch before looking down to the mess that your clothes are in , heading towards the bathroom “ hey eren could you patch him up for me ? i have to clean myself up before he’s not the only one with body fluids all over the floor.” you smirk

Eren scoffs “dont you go throwing up on me , you hear ? i just mopped the floors yesterday and im sure as hell not letting you mess my hard work up “ he hears your distant laugh down the hallway , before the sound of boots fade, leaving him alone with the boy

Eren looks at the boy slowly sliding down on the couch and ultimately sighs before going to the cabinet where all the medical supplies are stored. He opens it while lowly muttering “just cause my dad was a doctor and he taught me a few things doesnt mean i have to tend to everyones wounds “

Grabbing a few bandages and bandaids, and rubbing alcohol, he grabs a stool and places it in front of the boy. ‘Your injuries shouldnt be that bad ‘ he thinks before he lifts the boy and positions him upright. Immediately the sight of scarce blood and vomit greets erens eyes . eren winces in slight sympathy and disgust before he wipes armins face clean with the cloth he has in hand and disinfecting the wounds next

The rubbing alcohol stirred a reaction out of the blonde boy seeing as he squirmed in discomfort , the position he was put in faltering, falling into the nearest thing, which so happened to be erens chest, more specifically his neck

Eren was flustered ,not knowing what to do he freezes , his ears turning red upon feeling the shallow breath of the boy on, his sensitive neck . Eren looks down and he admires the peaceful features on the petite boy .’he looks so peaceful, pretty even ‘ eren stares for a bit before he snaps out of it and pushes the boy off his chest , tending to his wounds , doing what he first came to do.

“ i left the supplies out because i knew i would have to tend to your wounds too “ he gets up , walking to the other side of the bar, heading where you are

You squint your eyes in visible confusion “ my wounds ? what are you talking about ?” he scoffs rolling his eyes, “dont play dumb with me , you beat up someone to a bloody pulp and dont expect any damage to your hands, more specifically your damn knuckles ? “

He reaches down, grabbing your hand and lifting them up as to make a point “look at this “ you look down towards your hand and the sight of multi colored bruises,blood and even some open skin greets you.

“ you didnt let me tend to them yesterday so let me do it now “ you meet eyes and his are practically pleading you, but before you get to open your mouth to say anything, you hear rustling and you look behind eren to see what it is .

Armin is awkwardly standing there in the living room, the clean shirt you gave him reaching his knees , and the sweatpants a bit too baggy . you have to physically stop yourself from cooing , the sight being way too adorable for you to handle this early in the morning

Eren senses his presence as well , turning around , both of you guys forgetting about your previous conversation . you clear your throat, sensing some sort of tension in the room “ hey youre finally out ! i was going to make you something to eat but turns out the fridge is empty “ you rub your neck sheepishly , making a mental note to go grocery shopping asap .

Armins eyes widen at this , his hands extending and quickly shaking “ oh no no , please you dont have to, i dont want to be more of a bother than i already am ,” he shyly looks down at the floor , swinging his body , slightly nervous

You smile seeing his cute habit of not making eye contact, fetching your car keys off the wall “ well i bet youre missing your home right ? i can drive you home now if you want “ you also grab the plastic bag off the floor by the corridor

Armin seems to stiffen again , eren now chuckling , his hands stuffed in his sweatpants , noticing how the blonde boy seems way to nervous around you guys . armin looks at eren momentarily before he looks at the floor again ‘ how the hell do you guys look so good this early in the morning ‘ he thinks ‘ meanwhile here he is looking all messed up ‘

“I actually dont live too far away, i can walk home by myself “ armin lies straight out of his teeth , clearly not doing it well judging by the look of your face . youre not convinced seeing as the whole reason why he’s here in the first place was because he was wandering alone.

“ id feel much better knowing that someone is walking you home , i dont want a repeat of what happened yesterday .” you bite your lip, now staring more intensely at the boy in front of you

Armin mentally groans ‘ damn you and your kindness, why cant you get the hint that he doesnt want to hassle you any longer ?’

“Well um … “ he pauses, intensely thinking of a solution that doesnt involve him burdening you guys any further when he hears some shuffling and then someone handing a phone to him. Armin looks up and green eyes stare back at him

“Do you have anyone you can call ? a friend maybe to come pick you up ? “ eren suggests , reading right through the boy

“ o-oh y-yes i do umm thank you , for your phone i mean “ armin scrambles to take the phone and calls his roommate , knowing for sure she is freaking out about his whereabouts

He hands the phone back to eren and shuffles his feet “ luckily she is around the area and can pick me up in 5 minutes , i can wait outside …” you ponder for a second at this suggestions , before ultimately nodding

“Yeah sounds like a solid plan , okay , here take this bag before you head out “ you hand it over and armin looks at you and tilts his head slightly “ its your clothes from last night , i washed them and folded them , oh and your bag is also inside “ you explain while he peeks at the contents inside grief striking his face

‘How much exaclty did you do for him , he’s the worst guest ever in history , throwing up all over your bathroom ‘ he cringes at the thought. He's definitely gonna think about this experience at night,when he reminisces about all the embarrassing moments he's had in his lifetime

“Thank you guys so much for all youve done , i really do appreciate it “ armin rubs at his nape laughing out softly “ well i should get going “ he goes to the entrance, hand on the knob

“Yeah absolutely no problem , take care pretty boy ! “ you say waving , smiling brightly when you see his cheeks flush once more , eren just nodding goodbye . he waves a small goodbye before leaving , closing the door gently . sighing in relief when he got out.

Armin walks out into the street and sure enough there is his roommate , waiting and the look on her face looks not so pleasantly happy .he knows what is going to happen. he opens the car door ready to hear her badgering soon enough

“Look , mikasa , i can ex-” not so shortly as he begins his sentence, she yells out

“WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOUVE BEEN ? DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SICK I WAS WHEN YOU DIDNT PICK UP MY MANY PHONE CALLS ? ARE THOSE BANDAGES IM SEEING? “ armin winced at her reprimations, slowly sinking further into the passenger seat as she kept rambling, knowing that he has to face her wrath for the whole drive home .

he still has no clue as to what exactly happened last night, the only thing he can do is hope his memories would come back soon and clear up his many questions

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thunder-at-dawn · 3 years

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October 2nd

word count: 1,200

prompt: truth or dare

summary: the girls are playing truth or dare, and they discover some interesting facts about each other.

hello! idk if this group has a trio name or not but i personally call them girlboss trio LMAO

warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]

“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

“You got this, Hannah! Just a little more!”

Hannah Rose was known by some as the polite flower girl of the Dream SMP. Others knew her as someone who could be a force of chaos and ambition. Two of those other people were Puffy and Niki. So, when Puffy had dared her to chug a full bottle of water, she accepted the challenge with no hesitation whatsoever. She finished off the bottle, grinning with pride as her friends applauded and clapped for her.

“Wow, Hannah!” Niki gasped. “I didn’t think that would be something you could do, honest! You don’t seem like the person who would be able to casually chug a whole water bottle!”

“Niki, come on. I’m a plant hybrid. This is a regular day for me.” She chuckled, rejoining the others and sitting down on the blanket they had set down in the grass. The three of them had found a grassy field to sit and relax in for a couple of hours, bringing a few things to eat and organizing a small picnic. After running out of things to talk about, Hannah suggested they play truth or dare, and that was what brought them to where they currently were.

“Alright, so now, it should be Puffy’s turn to get asked by me.” Niki nodded, turning to face her friend. “Puffy, truth or dare?”

Puffy’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to think of which path she wanted to walk down. After a moment, she looked up at Niki. “I choose dare.” She nodded.

“Alright.” Niki chuckled softly. The glint in her eyes gave Puffy the feeling that Niki already had an idea for a dare. The baker adjusted herself to move closer to the pirate. “I dare you to not laugh at all for the next two minutes.”

Puffy blinked with surprise, thinking over the dare in her head. That was it? Seems simple enough.

“…Alright.” Puffy said, still a little bit skeptical, although she was unsure why. Something about Niki’s smile just lit an anticipatory fire in her heart. “Okay, so, now it’s Hannah’s turn to ask Niki.”

“Ok, Niki! Truth or dare?” Hannah asked the infamous question.

“Hmm…” Niki sighed, leaning her head into the crook of Puffy’s shoulder. “I think I’m going to go with truth.”

“Ah, crap. I’m usually better at coming up with dares.” The flower hybrid chuckled. “You’ll have to give me a couple of seconds to think of one.”

“Ok, that’s fine!” Niki nodded, noticing that Puffy’s attention had drifted elsewhere, watching a couple of animals graze in the grass.

“Puffy…” She lightly whispered. The pirate was still distracted, watching a sheep roam around nearby. To grab her attention, she reached out a finger and lightly poked her side. Puffy yelped in surprise, covering her side and turning back around.

“Nihiki!” She giggled in a hushed-whisper.

“Hey! You’re not allowed to laugh, remember?” Niki reminded her.

And suddenly, Niki’s intentions came clear. Puffy gasped, as if she had been betrayed. Niki, on the other hand, simply smiled and started to poke her again, and the pirate zipped her mouth shut, trying to bat her hand away.

After a bit of thought, Hannah snapped her fingers together. “Aha! I’ve got one. Niki, where are you…” She looked up, her words trailed off at the sight of what was happening currently. She noticed how Puffy had one hand over her mouth, the other trying to fend off Niki’s pokes. Thinking of the dare she had been given, wheels started to turn in her head, and she smiled, standing up and moving over to where the other two were sitting on the opposite side of the blanket.

“So, you can’t laugh for two minutes, huh?” Hannah chuckled. Puffy nodded, not risking any giggles spilling out of her mouth by refusing to speak.

“She seems so giggly, I’m just poking her!” Niki acted oblivious, continuing to rapidly poke her side. Hannah looked at the sheep hybrid slyly, grinning to herself as she joined in, lightly tracing a finger across Puffy’s shirt. She squeaked, now holding both hands over her mouth. And that was where Puffy made her mistake.

“Come on, you’re halfway there! Only one more minute.” Niki smiled, stopping her pokes and hearing Puffy’s breath hitch when she started to lightly trail her fingers down her thighs.

“You’re doing great, Puffy.” Hannah chimed in, adding a few more fingers to her tracing. Both of them could tell that Puffy was smiling under her hidden hands, and both of them found it adorable. The captain’s body was quivering under the gentle touches of both girl’s hands. She was tempted to grab at the other two, but knew that uncovering her mouth may result in giggles spilling, and who knew what tricks Niki had up her sleeve for if she laughed?

However, the gentle, ticklish traces finally came to stop. Puffy’s hands rested on her stomach, and the giggles she had been holding in for the past two minutes finally fell out of her mouth. They were high pitched and had a hiccup scattered here and there, and her friends found them endearing.

“Thahat wahas ahawfuhul.” Puffy giggled. “I wahanted toho lahauhugh thahat whohole tihime, thaht wohould’ve mahade ihit soho muhuch eheasihieher toho beahar!”

“Hmm… you bring up a fair point.” Niki nodded, then looked at Puffy. “Well, guess what, Puffy?”

“Whahat?”

“Your two minutes is up, meaning you can laugh freely now!”

Niki wiggled her fingers excitedly, and before Puffy could stop her, the tickling picked back up. She felt one of Niki’s hands quickly spidering up and down her left thigh, and her other hand gently squeezing her right hip. A surprised squeal ripped out from Puffy’s throat as she threw herself to the ground.

“WahAHAIT, nohOHOho! NihihikiHI!” Puffy laughed softly, squirming softly away from Niki’s hands as her attack commenced.

“She’s right, you are free to laugh now!” Hannah grinned, joining in. Another squeal came from Puffy as she felt another hand join in, fingers lightly trailing along her stomach. Her laughter grew louder, and she used both hands to cover her now pink face. The touches were pretty light from both girls, and it was still maddening.

“OhohokaHAY! Pleheahase, thahat’s enoHOUHUgh! Guhuhuys!” Puffy giggled, a snort escaping her lips as all hands pulled away. All three girls giggled softly as Puffy sat back up, recovering from the surprise attack.

“Shohould wehe continue wihith the game? I think it was Nihiki’s turn to get asked a truth.” Puffy nodded.

“Oh yeah, right, I remember!” Hannah chuckled, recalling the question she wanted to ask. “It’s actually kinda funny that all of that happened, because I was actually about to ask where you were ticklish, Niki.”

It was now Niki’s turn to blush, and now Puffy’s turn to smile mischievously.

“Oh, there’s no need to ask her for an answer, Hannah.” Puffy responded. “I can easily get that answer for you myself!”

“Wahait, P-Puffy. You don’t need to do thAHAT-! NOHOHO!”

The laughter of all three girls filled the air as the childish antics ensued, and Niki got a taste of her own medicine.

...Not like she minded that, of course.

#dawn writes #lee!puffy #ler!niki #ler!hannah #c!puffy #c!niki #c!hannah #dsmp tickle #mcytickletober #⚓️ puffy: queen of the seas #🧁 niki: sweet as sugar #🌹 hannah: flower power

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mythicamagic · 3 years

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Heatwave: a Tododeku fanfic

Summary: Todoroki's quirk comes in very handy during a heatwave. If Izuku could just calm down enough to reap the benefits, that would be great. Tododeku

Rating: T

Words: 1,700

Read here or on Ao3

AN: First time writing for this pairing, I hope you like it! I might add another chapter to this, not sure yet.

Heatwave

Izuku Midoriya wasn't exactly the type to curse a blazing orb in the sky for inflicting Japan with a particularly nasty heatwave. He left that sort of thing to Kacchan.

However, pair intensive training with a punishing system of high atmospheric pressure baking the concrete beneath his shoes and heating his already screaming skin from the overuse of his quirk- and Izuku found himself dangerously close to hurling a complaint at the sun.

He stumbled out into harsh glaring sunlight, thankful his training session was finally over for the day. His clothes plastered to his form, skin thrumming. He patted himself down, panting.

"You're not helping," he mumbled to his trembling legs. If his limbs could co-operate, that would be great. At least he hadn't suffered any broken bones.

Wiping sweat from his brow, Izuku gingerly carried himself across the courtyard to a water fountain- taking grateful gulps.

Without thinking too much about his surroundings, Izuku leaned away and collapsed onto the nearest available bench beneath the shade of a tree. He boldly sprawled onto the wood, letting it cushion his back- hinting at his state of exhaustion. Izuku never liked to take up too much unnecessary space.

The second soft curling hair met something sturdy beneath his head- he probably should've jolted away.

Oh...wow.

But a cool- frosty sensation bit into the back of his neck, heavenly upon heated, abused flesh. A faint gasp escaped him, swallowing a relieved groan.

He only knew one person at UA who could elicit such a cold temperature.

Tilting his head back, Izuku squeaked.

Todoroki didn't look up from his book, seemingly immersed in it. Faint flecks of snow and frost coated his right side, likely in use to keep him cool.

And I'm mooching off it!

"A-ah! I'm so sorry, Todoroki!" whipping his head up so fast his vision spun, Izuku shifted slightly to face him on the bench. "I didn't realise you were there- and not in a bad way! I don't mean to say that you don't have a presence- because you do! You're very striking and cool and-"

"You can lay back down again if you want to, it's not a big deal."

Panicked words caught in Izuku's throat mid-ramble.

Green eyes blinked, sliding downwards. Lay back down? But his head had been cushioned by Todoroki's thigh. Practically in his lap.

Todoroki appeared unruffled, tearing a calm, languid gaze from his book. His expression remained unreadable. "It's hot."

"Huh?"

"The weather."

"Oh! Yes, it sure is!" Izuku winced, loathing the squeak in his voice. Oh to have a quirk that could allow the ground to swallow him up.

Todoroki blinked slowly like a contented cat, tilting his head. "So...I don't mind sharing my quirk…" he elaborated, gesturing with one hand to his right, frosty side.

Izuku gazed at the layer of white clinging to Todoroki's leg, hip and arm. His heart warmed, stomach doing a somersault. "You'd really do that? But I'm… well, I'm kind of gross and sweaty from all the training," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wouldn't have offered if I thought you were gross, Midoriya."

He stilled, caught off guard by the statement. Todoroki had a way of being incredibly direct, but it never really bothered him. Especially at times like these. Todoroki was incredibly kind, more so than he'd likely admit.

Due to the sun melting his nerves, Izuku accepted the offer readily with a hearty 'thank you!' Laying down again, he fought not to slump with relief and exhaustion the second his nape and damp hair met the solid, cold muscle of Todoroki's thigh.

Heterochromia eyes watched him briefly, before sliding back to his open book and continuing to read.

Screaming internally, Izuku fiddled with his hands, settling with lacing them upon his stomach. The silence roared loudly.

This doesn't have to be weird. He's just a friend. Friends do this kind of thing all the time, right?

Well, none of his friends. Todoroki was usually quite reserved with physical affection, Iida expressed himself through verbal concern or encouragement, and Uraraka did similarly since she worried about activating her quirk with the use of her hands. When she patted him on the back it was with a well placed palm.

But he'd observed Kaminari, Kirishima and Ashido, and they were aggressively touchy-feely in comparison, slinging their arms around their friends and lounging against each other.

Izuku tried not to take this rare moment for granted. He needed to talk about something. Anything!

"Ah- that's Hero's Journey volume 9!" he exclaimed, tilting his head back to sneak a peek at the cover of the book. "How are you enjoying it?"

Todoroki lifted a shoulder, "it's alright. I figure volume 10 will wind down with covering Hero retirement since this one is about marriage and kids. It's a little naïve in places though."

Sobering, Izuku instinctively switched gears, forgetting his embarrassment and nodding seriously. "I get what you mean. It doesn't go into nearly enough detail about what having a family can be like for Pro Heroes. Most of the top Heroes in the rankings either don't have kids or are estranged from them."

"Yeah...but I was referring more to the part where it speculated about pairing existing heroes together and imagining what quirk their children would have. It skipped over Quirk Marriages like they were nothing."

Reading the heaviness in Todoroki's voice, dark brows pulled together. Izuku tilted his head, injecting conviction into his tone. "When we make it as heroes, we can talk more about it. Shed light on the issue."

Mismatched eyes flicked down, meeting his. They warmed just a little, the corner of Todoroki's mouth tilting up at the corner.

"You almost sound a little heated there," he teased.

"Aha," Izuku scratched a freckled cheek, "was that weird? I'm not personally affected by it so it's probably none of my business- but I know it's important to you. I get riled up on your behalf."

"Don't overthink it- I'm glad when you do. Reminds me of when you screamed at me during the Sports Festival."

"H-hey, I didn't scream..."

"It was definitely a scream."

"A loud yell, maybe."

Todoroki gave a small noise that sent Izuku reeling, toes curling at the sound. Holy shit- that that been a chuckle?

"Anyway, I won't be having kids unless I adopt," the Half-Cold Half-Hot user muttered, circling back to the real conversation. "So this volume probably doesn't apply to me much."

"Really? I can imagine Endeavor not liking that," Izuku hummed, sharing a mischievous smile with him. "But then, you've never set out to do anything for his specific approval. You're living your life, with your quirk."

Something cool and smooth met his forehead like a soft icepack. It took a moment for him to realise that it was Todoroki's palm settling over his bangs. Izuku went completely still, speechless.

"You still looked warm, I thought this would help," Todoroki glanced away, holding his book with one hand. Was it just Izuku's imagination or did his unscarred cheek look slightly red? It was hard to tell from the angle without craning his head back even more upon Todoroki's lap and he was currently working on trying not to hyperventilate.

Hand. On head. Touching!

He positively combusted when a thumb started to stroke his damp brow currently marred with sweat, rubbing gently at the bridge of his nose. Izuku's freckled cheeks blazed red.

"You're doing that thing again where you get worry lines here," Todoroki muttered, continuing to move the pad of his thumb for emphasis. It felt so gentle. His skin sighed at the touch.

"I-I was just...hoping this wasn't inconveniencing you or anything…" Izuku lied, voice thin. Oh no. Those darn jitters and confusing feelings were acting up again, sending a migration of butterflies up from his stomach into his throat.

For a while, it had been hard to pinpoint that he got flustered around Uraraka because she was a girl- a pretty girl- and one that paid attention to him, but it didn't go much deeper than that in terms of romance.

Todoroki was different. When Izuku thought about him, he admired his strength and values- how far he'd come in owning his successes and slowly breaking free from the shackles of the past- but such thoughts were accompanied with a weird yearning.

Todoroki was one of a kind. Beautiful when he flourished. Izuku admired him as a fellow student and rookie hero. But then the jitters came, followed by sweaty palms and a deep yearning. A yearning for what, Izuku hadn't been able to fathom. He just felt like brushing the hair out of Shouto's eyes or leaning against him or-

- or kissing the exposed skin of his neck. That would be nice.

Swallowing thickly, his heart stuttered when that thumb paused.

Dark grey/turquoise eyes shifted back to him. Todoroki remained unreadable, sometimes able to be a calm sheen of ice- others an explosive force of passion and anger. "Like I kind-of said before, I wouldn't do this if you were inconveniencing me. I just wanted to do it."

You...wanted to touch me?

"Besides," he continued in a quieter tone, "you're the one who encouraged me to act like this. Embracing all aspects of myself and being more upfront with stuff."

Izuku felt the need to say something despite the dryness of his tongue. "I'm glad," he exhaled slowly, feeling as if he were talking robotically- heart going a million miles an hour. "Because it's nice. I uh, I really like it."

That's an understatement of the century.

Todoroki didn't say anything more, but his thumb resumed stroking the worry lines on Izuku's brow, smoothing them out. Izuku blinked, smiling a little. Lulled into a relaxed state, dark-green lashes drifted half-closed. They then shut completely, tension leaking out of his overworked body. Warm breaths evened out.

Unbeknownst to him, Todoroki set down his book and reclined slightly against the bench, gazing at Izuku's sleeping face before looking at high branches. He tilted his head back, appreciating the refreshing summer breeze and basking in the dappled sunlight that played over his face and the freckles of his long-time crush.

#Tododeku #todoroki shouto #midoriya izuku #todoroki x deku #todoroki x midoriya #bnha ships

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atalho-s · 3 years

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pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: none, only fluff, maybe one or two swear words?

words: 1.5 k

summary: it’s tom’s birthday and you’re nervous about the gift you have for him.

a/n: this is the first imagine i ever post here! and it’s the first time i write a story in english. So i’m sorry for any mistake.

Tom woke up to someone kissing his bare chest and he open his eyes lazily. He looked down and saw Y/n on top of him with her arms around his waist and her legs intertwined with his.

- What are you doing? - He spoke a little husky with a smile.

-Nothing... Just waking up the best boyfriend in the world...- she said kissing up his neck. -And to...-she kissed below his ear. - Thank you...- she kissed his chin. - For...- she kissed his nose. -Being born...- she kissed his cheek. - Happy Birthday! -she finally kissed his lips.

- Hmm... I wanted to have a birthday every day just to wake up like this... - he said hugging her tight. - Thank you love. - He said giving her a peck.

- You say that as if I never wake you up like this... - Y/n giggle into his lips, making him smile openly. He was about to reply with a cheeky comment but she interrupted him - Wait! - she said getting up quickly and leaving him a little confused.

- I have a few gifts to give you. - She said and ran to the closet like a crazy person.

She was wearing one of his shirts, which made him smile with himself. He loved when she wore his clothes. It looks a thousand times better on her than him. That was a fact.

She came back after after a few minutes smiling cheerfully with a box in one of her hands and the other hidden behind her back. She sat cross-legged in front of him and Tom also sat leaning his back against the pillows on the headboard.

- Darling, you didn't need to... - he said, trying to take his hair of his eyes, messing it up even more.

- Of course it needed Tommy! Now open it! - She said handing over the box and he took it from her hands looking at her.

They were already 5 years together and looking at her was like the first time. Tom was grateful to have her for so long, to have someone to rely on and talk about everything so openly, and Y/n didn't know what she had done to deserve that british boy who wasn't a boy anymore.

Tom had become a man since the first time they started dating. But still, he was the same Tom he used to be. That was what she loved most about him. He was always kind, funny, he put others first and he always wanted to make others feel happy around him. His smile and the way he tell his stories infected everyone around and she was always delighted every time he started to speak or for just simply looking at her. It was hard to believe that this amazing man, was hers.

Tom untied the box excitedly and opened it to reveal a necklace with a round-shaped pendant.

- Wow darling, this is beautiful... - he said taking the object from the box delicately.

- Open it! There's something inside. - Y/n said smiling.

Tom opened the pendant and saw It was a picture of the two of them, one of the first pictures they had taken together. It was from one of those booth photo shoots. When they went to a mutual friend's birthday party and Tom had insisted they take pictures to keep as a souvenir. So they posed and make faces and laugh the whole time. Those little moments was what defined their relationship. It was something so simple and yet so meaningful at the same time.

- This is perfect love... - he said smiling and looking into her eyes. - Come here...- He opened his arms and she snuggled into them, feeling more at home than ever. He kissed her gently on the lips and pulled her by her legs so she could sit on his lap.

After parted their kiss Y/n intertwined her fingers on his neck and stood admiring him: his little freckles, his messy hair, his nose, his lips slightly reddened, everything still seemed to be a dream.

- Why are you looking at me that much?- he asked with a playful smile. - Want to take a picture? It lasts longer... - He spoke stroking her leg lightly and she gave him a low laugh.

- A picture would be nothing compared to this work of art right in front of me. - Y/n spoke and he laughed feeling his cheeks redden. How could she still make him blush after such a long time?

- I don't deserve you darling...- he said before giving a small kiss on her neck. - Hey and what about the other box you were hiding?- he asked trying to look behind her back.

- Oh, it was nothing...- she said kissing his forehead then his lips again, trying to distract him.

- No... - he tried to speak between kisses. - Y/n...- she insisted on keeping their lips together, but he pushed her away a little, holding her shoulders gently. - I want to see It!

- You won't forget will you? - she said snorting.

- No. So you better give me that mysterious box. - he replied and she looked down a little embarrassed. - What is it darling? - he asked a little worried on his tone.

- Nothing... it's nothing important... - she said crossing her arms something she used to do when she was nervous.

- Y/n... You know you can tell me everything don't you? - He spoke caressing his fingers on her arms making her have some good shivers.

- I know Tommy... I just... I don't know, I think it's bullshit... - she replied putting her hands on his chest.

- Nothing you say is bullshit love ... You know you can talk to me about evertyhing... - he said taking her chin and lifting slightly, making her look him in the eyes. He had that power of making her melt with just one look. He could make her do anything with just those big brown eyes. Sometimes she hated being so vulnerable, bc she couldn't hide anything from him.

- Ok, but if you want to break up with me after that I'll understand...- She said looking at him directly and he raised an eyebrow.

- Now I'm more curious than ever. I could never break up with you! Only if you cheated on me with some guy that i don't know about it. - he said playfully.

- Okay smartass, close your eyes. - She said and he closed but a little suspiciously about what she would do.

- And do not open! -she said getting up from his lap and he put both of his hands in front of his face.

Y/n picked up the box that was on the floor and took a deep breath. It was now or never. She was thinking she must crazy to be doing this now and in that way. But it was what she wanted and she hoped Tom wanted it too. She knelt beside the bed, opening the small box, and cleared her throat.

- You can open it now. -she said and Tom remove his hands opening his eyes, he looked confused seeing her on his knees beside the bed and only then noticed the small box in her hands with a ring inside.

- Tom... - she began to speak nervously. - When we first met, I met one of my best friends. You are and always will be the best person to have around, after I met you I couldn't see myself without you. Everything you do, how you do it, you do it great, you radiate the brightest light... Everything you touch, you do it with gentleness, every person who has the pleasure of meeting you knows how extraordinary you are. Every second I spend with you is like a gift. I love the way you are, I love the way you talk, I love how funny you are without wanting to be, I love how good you are at everything you do, I love you so much... - she said feeling her voice trembling a little bit and he was still in shock, but after hearing her words he smiled and didn't look away from her face not even for a second.

- Thomas Stanley Holland... - she said with sigh. - Do you want to marry me?

He just stood there, speechless for a few seconds. The emotion starting to hit little by little, reaching his eyes. He hated to cry like that in front of others, but it was Y/n who was there in front of him and he never felt as comfortable with someone as he does with her.

- Tom, I... Sorry, I think it's too soon, isn't it? I shouldn't have ...- she said getting up from the floor and Tom stopped her by taking her arm.

- No Y/n, it's not that... I just... I don't know what to say... - he said and she looked him, seeing his eyes was watering.

- Tommy, are you crying? - Y/n asked sitting beside him on the bed and putting her hands on his face watching him lean into her palm.

- No of course not! - He said wiping his eyes quickly with his fingers. - I mean ... just a little bit...- he said and she smiled. - Everything you said... It was so beautiful... I love you so much Y/n!

- So do you ... - she start asking almost crying seeing how emotional he was.

- Of course I do darling! This is the best gift ever! Marry the best person in the world? Fuck yeah! - He said excitedly and she grinned. - I planned to ask you the same thing for such a long time! I’m so glad you did! -Then he pulled her into his lap again, kissing her sweet and gentle, just the way she defined him. The Tom Holland way of existing.

a/n: thank you for reading! I hope you guys like It! Also: the title has nothing to do with anything, but i love this radiohead song sm 😂 and i think It reminds me (only the title bc the song is sad as f) a good relationship, like both complete each other.

Anyway... Happy birthday to Tom! And i'm so sorry for this really cheesy imagine 😆

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tommy #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland birthday #tom holland one shot

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pure-kirarin · 3 years

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Silvers Rayleigh x f! insecure reader (tw)

A/N: Please someone make gifs with young Rayleigh from today’s episode. I beg you. So okay, this is a young rayleigh x reader because the ep made me thirst for him... Enjoy :B LOVE YOURSELF everyone. Have some Rayleigh wisdom your way~

Warning: body dysmorphia / VERY sweet Rayleigh

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« I am sorry. I don't feel like it tonight. »

You say as you push Rayleigh gently away from you. You were sitting on his lap and things were taking a rather interesting turn. However, when his hand slid gently under your sweatshirt, you begun to feel self consciousness crawl into your head. The damn dark thoughts erupted in your brain like dark fog, stopping you from thinking straight.

Don't think. Don't think. Don't think.

You try to suppress the thoughts, of how unworthy you are to be with such a good-looking man. Of how disgusting and sorry you feel. Guilty for your own existence, sorry that he has to be with someone like you, as if he haven’t chose you, as if he didn't see the beauty within you.

All logic has left your destructive mind. A strong desire to run away and hide under the sheets stroke you. You refused opening up about this, you didn't want to seem like an annoyance or an unconfident little girl in front of him.

He was much older than you, much more experienced. He must have known all types of women. He could have any of them at the snap of his fingers. Why were you the one for him ? What was it that he saw in you ?

« -(Y/N), are you okay ? he frowns, taking off his hand immediately.

-I am sorry, I-I don't feel my best. »

You look away, you didn't want to see his handsome face, it only made you feel worse. You felt self-conscious, as if he had never touched you before. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your upper-body, muscles clenching. When you try to jerk away from his lap, his arm held you firmly, pulling you closer to him.

Irises in irises, your face was just a breath away from his. You were frightened that he might see the distress in your eyes and feel your insecurity. You weren't comfortable yet sharing that vulnerable side of you. He was good, too good, and you didn't want to show him that weakness. Your eyes sway back and forth, unsure where to look while his narrowed. His voice came, assertive.

-Anything you need to tell me ?

It wasn't really a question but rather an order. He knew something was wrong, you felt naked under his piercing gaze. There is no way to hide anything from a man like him. Your lips parted, trying to say something. You hesitated then just said ;

-Nothing. I'm just not in the mood.

-Don't lie to me, (Y/N). You can tell me anything. His voice was now nothing but a whisper. Trust me.

He puts a strand of hair behind your ear and says ;

-What's bothering my princess ?

That nickname out of his lips sounded like a magical spell, making you relax instantly, trust him more. You were the one he chose. Even in this moment, he considered you as his princess. You drown your head in his neck, unable to face him. Your hands start to play nervously with the fabric of his shirt.

Rayleigh started stroking your back gently, as if he was inviting you to open up and to drop the defenses. His steady breathing, delicate feel and distinct fragrance were soothing and pacifying your soul. You burried your nose in his blond locks, inhaling the fern and incense mix with every breath.

-You're too good for me...Rayleigh...I feel ugly and...Unworthy of you...I hate the way my body looks and feels...I feel so sorry that you have to be with me...

You couldn't help but feel some tears start pearling in the corner of your eyes, leaving wet areolas on flowery-printed shirt. You sighed and mumbled in an almost inaudible voice, full of shame ;

-These last days I just feel so terrible about myself. I feel trapped in this body. I don't like looking at it. I feel ashamed. I feel disgusted. I feel like I don't deserve to be loved, let alone loved by someone like you. You are strong...You say as you tug on the fabric of his shirt -You are handsome and you are popular around girls...What are you doing with someone like me, Rayleigh ?

As an answer to your soft sobs, Rayleigh can't help but laugh. No, it wasn't a mocking laugh at all. It was one of disbelief, an endearing one. He laughed like he was faced with a kid saying nonsense. Or more like he knew too well what you were feeling. Your cheeks were now flushed out of embarrassment. You didn't understand his reaction at first. Was he...Laughing at you ? You straighten out your neck now looking into his ebony orb.

He wipes out a tear off your cheek with his thumb and spoke ;

« -Sometimes I forget the age difference between us. But here you remind me of it. There is no need for you to feel this way, little fawn, you are stunning. Here. »

To your surprise, he gets up from the chair you were both sitting on. You hold on to him pretty tight so you don't fall, unsure about what he is about to do. He goes in front of the big mirror that was in the corner of his cabine. You reach out for the floor.

«-Take a good look. You are gorgeous. »

He positions himself behind you and envelops you in his arms. His lips start laying silky kisses on your skin, making you embarrassed. The sight made you feel embarrassed and uncomfortable.

« -This is the girl I am in love with. Every part of you just drives me insane. You are a young woman, still blind to your own charm. So I need to show it to you. »

His reaction was unexpected and turned you into a blushing mess. He puts his hands on your shoulders ;

« I want you to look at yourself everyday and remember that you are in one hand, and that all the other women in the world are in another.

-Wow...Rayleigh... »

Your eyes widened and you felt your heart drop as he said these word in a voice so suave that it felt indecent. You didn't know that the man was so good with words. He caught you offgard.

«-Don't say such thiings. » You whine, hiding your face in embarrasment, turning around and hiding your face on his chest. « It's embarrassing. »

« Well, since you don't know your worth, I will have to remind you everyday till you never forget about it. »

#silvers rayleigh #rayleigh x reader #dark king rayleigh #young rayleigh #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece imagine

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