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brianwashere · 2 years ago

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Hi!!! Look at me! I’m writing an unofficial req lol. People seemed to literally eat this shit up and I got two reqs asking for a different ending so here’s the good ending! I’ll be tagging the two who asked for a different ending. If anyone asks for a different ending on any of my fics I suggest making it an official request so I’ll remember it better.

I wrote this on docs and it was my first time writing fanfic on docs (crazy, I know). And lemme tell you…this fic literally doubled in length. It went from 5 pages to 10. I also suggest going back and reading the whole fic if you’re coming from the bad one bcc I edited the wording to make it more understandable and easy to read.

Anywhosy, enjoy it! Stay chill, Stardogs!

@purplezombietumbler (this whole time I thought ur url was purplezombiehunter my shit just got rocked fr)

@kid303 (if u still want the other ending you requested just dm me lol)

Read the OG (bad ending) here

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

Pairing: Matt Murdock x son reader

Genre: angst with a happy ending; family

Summary: look at req on OG post

Tw: teen death; unintentional overdosing; untreated mental illness; hospitals

A Beating Heart; a Fleeting Breath (good ending)

It had gotten bad.

Really. Really. Bad.

Your dad never seemed to notice the underlying problem. Only that you were out late and that your grades had slipped.

Dad was “working overtime” again. He never told you what he was actually doing, but it was clear he was doing something else with his time.

So here you were again. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, hunched over the sink. You glanced at the cup of cheap whiskey you’d been sipping on for most of the night. Sighing, you fished the bottle of benzos out of your pocket and fumbled with the cap.

You shook several onto your palm and set the bottle onto the kitchen sink. You thumbed the pills around in your hand. With another sigh, you raised your head into your mouth and tossed your head back.

You grabbed the cup and downed the last of it.

“Dear God.” You mumbled to yourself as you put the cap back on and wiped your face.

You sluggishly made your way to the couch and collapsed on top of it.

‘Fuck, I’m tired.’ You thought as you tried to get comfortable.

You took a deep breath. Well, you tried to. Suddenly you became aware of how heavy every part of your body felt. With as much strength as you could muster you flopped onto your back. You felt like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get air to your lungs.

Tears filled your eyes with the realization you couldn’t breathe. You tried to move your arms, move your legs, do something. You couldn’t.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy and as you went to take your last breath you had one final thought.

‘I never got to say bye to dad.’

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Matt never considered himself a very emotional man. Sure, some things certainly affected him; Foggy, Frank, his son.

He smiled to himself at the thought of his son. He was his pride and enjoy. He may be going through a rough patch but Matt knew his son would make it through.

‘Murdock’s can take a beating.’ His father’s words echoed through his head.

‘Wonder what he’s up to tonight.’ Matt thought to himself.

He focused his listening on trying and finding his son’s heartbeat. His smile faded slightly as he heard the elevated heartbeat of his son.

Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum—

‘He probably just went on a run or something.’ His mind supplied.

He listened closer. His son’s heartbeat was settling down.

Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum

Matt let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Something didn’t feel right; his heart kept slowing down.

Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…

Matt blinked desperately trying to strain his ears. His heart kept slowing.

‘No. No no no no no no no. NO.”

Matt leaped up from his seat and ran out of his office door.

Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..

Matt hadn’t realized he was crying until his tears hit his lips.

‘No, please God. Please.’

His shoes slapped the concrete as he sped up the pace. He climbed a wall to get to the roof; he needed to get there faster.

…ba….dum…….ba….dum…….ba….dum…….

‘Fuck. Please please, please. Hold on a little longer.’

He jumped from roof to roof, desperate to reach you.

…ba…..dum……………………….

Matt stopped so suddenly he nearly toppled over. He gasped and clutched his chest, he willed himself forward.

‘There��s still hope. He’s not gone. Not yet.’

He jumped to the apartment window and opened it while holding onto the ledge. In desperation, Matt broke the window to get in and stumbled over to kneel by you on the couch.

His hands raced over your chest, resting on your face as he shook you.

“Wake up, Kid! Wake the hell up!” He pleaded.

He moved his hands to your chest and began doing CPR.

“No no no, please please-” his voice broke and he let out a sob ��please fight! Fight it, kid! PLEASE!”

Then he heard it; the faintest beat of a heart. He kept doing it with his left hand as he dialed 911 with his right. An operator answered.

“911 what’s your emergency–?”

“My son! His heart is barely beating! I need an ambulance now!” Matt yelled as he put the phone on speaker and resumed CPR.

“Sir, I need you to calm down. What’s your name?” The operator asked calmly.

“Matt Murdock!” He unintentionally shouted.

“Ok sir, we’re sending over an ambulance now.”

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74 hours. 47 hours in emergency care and 27 in the hospital; not once did your father leave your side.

Someone new came to visit every day. First, it was Foggy, then Karen, then Frank. All of them encouraged him to go home and sleep and offered to stay the night for him, even though they knew he wouldn't. He slept in the chairs, if he slept at all. Matt wasn’t ashamed to cry. He cried more in those 74 hours than he had in his life put together. He prayed too. It was more like screaming at God, but if that made him listen, then goddammit, Matt would scream till his lungs bled.

He felt a lot of things: fear, anxiety, worry. The thing he felt above all was guilt. How could he not see the signs? Why couldn’t he have done something?

Matt snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you shift in your bed. You let out a noise of discomfort as your eyes barely opened. Then you saw your dad; your eyes watered. Your dad was here. You were safe.

Matt shot out of his chair and felt around till he grasped your hand and held it tightly in his. He turned and yelled toward the door.

“We need a nurse in here!” His voice was hoarse but loud.

Within a minute a nurse was at your side.

“What is your last name.” The nurse questioned.

You took a large gasp of air.

“Murdock.”

“Can you tell me what month it is?” They

You swallowed and worked on forming the syllables; it felt like a cheese grater in your throat.

“November.” You croaked out.

“Ok, good. Do you know where you are?” They asked.

You nodded.

“The hospital.” You gulped through the ventilator.

“His level is consciousness is a 5. We’ll have to run a few more tests on him before he’s deemed fit for discharge.” The nurse informed Matt.

Matt visibly lit up and relaxed into his seat. You were ok, you were going to be ok. The nurse helped remove the ventilator from your face and left the room.

“Dad, I'm sorry–” Your father cut you off before you could get any more words out.

“No, I'm sorry. I pushed too hard and didn’t notice you were drowning.” His voice was cracking. “Just, tell me next time, ok?”

You nodded before bursting into tears.

“O-ok…it’s just that you’re so busy all the time and you have some much stress already I thought it’d be better to just keep it a secret. I didn’t mean to overdose, I swear.” You sobbed.

Matt took a sharp breath.

“Let’s make an agreement,” Tears were streaming down his face too. “no more secrets.”

You quickly nodded.

“No more secrets.”

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-Bonus-

“Can you tell me what you do every night? I know you’re not working overtime.” You stared at him, he didn’t have his glasses on.

He was clearly contemplating whether or not he should tell you.

“You really wanna know?” He asked quietly.

You nodded slowly. Your father sighed before leaning over to whisper in your ear while bringing his hand to prevent anyone from being able to read his lips.

“I’m Daredevil.” He said quickly before sitting back in his chair.

You stopped. Gears started turning in your mind.

‘There’s no way, right?’

“B-but–” You cut yourself off with a sharp laugh “you’re literally blind!”

“Shh! Cameras,” Matt scolded lightly.

You looked around the room.

‘How’d he know there were cameras?’

You blinked rapidly trying to piece together your dad being a vigilante.

‘That would explain all the injuries.’

“Huh.” Was all you could muster as you processed this information.

Matt was biting the nail on his thumb with anxiety.

“Wait! But you're like 80!” You exclaimed jokingly.

Matt huffed out a laugh.

“I’ll have you know I’m only 35.” He smiled.

“Same thing, practically got one foot in the grave.” You giggled.

Matt rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair. You grinned and for the first time in a while, you felt genuinely ok.

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drabbles-mc · 3 years ago

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Help Wanted

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Ok. To go off of you SOA post about the guys taking care of a dog. I love the idea of them running a doggy daycare (maybe after Jax is prez) as part of their “legitimate business l endeavors. Would you be interested in writing something like that? It seems so comical & fluffy at the same time! Maybe throw in a Juice/reader love story, like she gets a job working there and she has dog experience that those “big bad bikers” don’t lol. Cue dog whisperer & Juice being all heart eyes 😍

Warnings: 18+, language

Word Count: 7.8k (idk what happened please don’t ask)

A/N: I won’t lie, the fic that I intended to write for this request is not what ended up happening. Idk where the hard left turn happened but I’m not upset about it! I hope you enjoy where this all went. All I know is that I hope that Juice and reader have a life full of happiness and puppies together. Also I love Jax in this because he’s such a goddamn nudge lmao

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“I don’t know why you guys thought this was a good idea,” Juice shook his head as he pored over the paperwork spread out on the table in front of him.

Tig rolled his eyes, scratching behind the ears of the dog in his lap, “Because it’s dogs, man. Can’t go wrong with dogs.”

Juice looked up from his laptop screen, “But we know nothing about running a business like this.”

“We don’t have to. That’s what we hire other people for,” Tig reached, slapping Jax lightly on the chest, “Right?”

Jax chuckled, nodding because he knew that he’d lost this argument against Tig and Happy the second that it got brought to the table, “Right.”

Juice huffed out a sigh as he dove back into everything that was in front of him. It wasn’t the idea that he had a problem with. A Sons-sponsored doggy daycare sounded exactly like something that would get set up in Charming. It was a bit ridiculous, but it could work out just fine and be a perfectly good new way to make money. People spend ridiculous amounts of money on their pets, a point that Happy had made less eloquently when the idea first got brought up in church. The idea wasn’t the problem. Executing the idea was where they were going to run into a bit of a mess. Everything else that they got involved in, they already had people lined up to run it and keep things going smoothly. Not this. This was just a pipe dream that Jax wasn’t looking to deny anyone. And yet somehow Juice was the one left scrambling to put it all together.

“You guys gonna help me with any of this?” Juice asked, “Or are you just gonna sit around and watch me work?”

Jax stood up off the couch with a laugh, walking over and clapping Juice on the shoulder as he walked by, “You’re the brains behind this one, bro. You’ll be able to handle it just fine.”

Juice wasn’t in the mood to get in an argument about it, so he let Jax walk away without another word. He knew, though, that despite Tig and Happy being the ones who brought it up, they weren’t going to be doing any of the legwork in getting it all started. That wasn’t their area of expertise. It wasn’t Juice’s either, truth be told, but it looked like it was going to have to be.

They already had the space. The club had bought up a few properties along the way and one of them actually had a decent amount of yard space in the back. They threw a decent fence up and Juice had found a crew of guys to help transform the inside of the building to make it more dog-friendly. The cosmetic stuff was easy enough, but hiring people, figuring out how to run the day-to-day of it all while they were still getting it off the ground, that was going to be the hard part.

“What would the requirements for this even be?” this wasn’t the type of job posting that the club was usually putting out there, and Juice had no idea what to put. He buried his face in his hands, wishing that he could pawn this off onto someone else and be done with it but he was too invested now—he’d put too much work into it. He was halfway tempted to write, “Must be nice to animals” and call it a day just so he could get it over with and try to move on to the next thing.

There was a knock on the glass front door moments before the sound of it sliding over the welcome mat filled the room. Juice lifted his head, confusion flooding over his features as he took in the sight of you. You looked around the room, looking just about as confused as he did, and he couldn’t help but to wonder if you were lost.

“All good?” he asked.

You looked over at him, letting out a nervous laugh, “Yea, uh, hi. Sorry. I just,” you gestured over your shoulder, “I saw the help wanted sign in the window. From the name I thought this place was a doggy daycare. But it looks…well…” you laughed, “empty.”

Juice laughed, getting up from where he was sitting behind the reception desk, “Yea. We, um, we haven’t opened yet. Figured we might need some employees first,” he chuckled as he held his hand out, “I’m Juice, by the way.”

You shook his hand, “Juice?”

“Yea,” there was something about the way your eyes seemed to be searching his that made him nervous, “That’s what my friends…I mean they just, uh, you can call me Juan, if you want.”

You smiled, “Juan?”

“Juan Carlos,” he chuckled, trying not to let his nerves come out to play in a situation where they had no right to be there.

“Nice to meet you, Juan Carlos,” you gave him your name in turn before taking another look around what was currently a large, empty, undecorated space, “So, you said you’re looking for employees?”

“Yea. Are you, um, are you looking for a job?”

You laughed, nodding, “I guess you could say that, yea.”

“Got any experience with this kind of stuff?”

You shrugged, “Yea. I mean, I never ran a business for it or anything. But back home and through college I used to dog-sit and walk people’s dogs as a side-gig. Never had any complaints,” you smiled, “I can whip up some references for you if you want.”

“I know I should ask for them, but I won’t lie to you, I’m kind of in a pinch here,” he took a breath, running his hand back over his head until it rested on the back of his neck, “When can you start?”

“Whenever you get some dogs in here for me to take care of,” you laughed.

He smiled, for some reason feeling a sense of relief washing over him despite the fact that you were just one person, and there was no guarantee that it was all going to work out. For all he knew, you were going to see what a mess he was and how quickly he was pulling together the entire operation and you’d bail. He just had to hope that that wouldn’t be the case. You seemed nice, though, and he just had to hope that that would be enough.

The two of you chatted for a couple minutes. You asked about the plans for the place, what the end-goal was. You could tell by the way that he was talking that he was in over his head, and it made you wonder how he ended up in this position anyway. He was trying, you could tell by all the papers spread out in some sort of organized chaos on the desk. He also had the look of a person who hadn’t gotten enough sleep in a very long time.

You also noticed the kutte he was wearing. Charming was a new place for you, and you didn’t really know all the history and what there was to know about it. But you’d seen enough men around town with the same vest on to know that it must’ve been connected somehow to the building you were standing in, the business that this man was attempting to get off the ground. It should’ve been a deterrent, you should’ve just turned around and walked back out. But you didn’t. Something about his exasperation and confusion made him seem so trustworthy.

“If you don’t mind me saying,” you offered a sympathetic smile, “you seem a little in over your head here.”

He laughed, nodding, “Thanks for putting it nicely.”

You chuckled, “I won’t pretend that I have all the answers, but if you want some help getting this place going, I’ll do what I can. If nothing else, I’m coachable.”

“Yea?” he looked hopeful.

“Yea. And if you give me your budget I can, um,” you looked around the room, “I can get some stuff that’ll make this place look a little more inviting.”

“I’ll take any help I can get. You got any friends who would be interested?” he let out a laugh.

You shook your head, smiling, “If I had any friends here, I’d see what I could do. But it’s just me, unfortunately.”

His lips started to curl into a smile, “Not unfortunate,” he paused, “Look, I know you probably stopped in here on a whim. I’m not gonna try to rope you in for the rest of the day when you probably have other shit to do. But if you wanna come back tomorrow, we can try and get started on this. I’ll fill you in and everything.”

“Okay,” you nodded, “Sounds good. I’ll bring coffee,” you chuckled, “Oh, here, let me write down my number for you.”

Juice scrambled to find you a piece of scrap paper to write on, and you somehow managed to keep your laughter inside of you at that. You quickly jotted down your name and number onto the paper, holding your hand out for one last handshake before you left again for the day.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Juan Carlos,” you smiled.

“Yea,” he shook your hand, looking down at the paper he was holding as you started walking back towards the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Over the next couple of days, Juice filled you in on everything that he could. You could tell that he was beyond thankful to have someone else to share the workload with. Considering that he had been flying solo until you came around, he had been doing pretty well. You showed up with your own laptop, a few notebooks, and some other miscellaneous supplies that immediately had Juice assuming that you knew what you were doing. Really, it was just a lot of leftover things from college that you hadn’t gotten around to throwing away yet. Now you were glad you didn’t, since it was all going to come in handy.

“I finished putting together the job listing,” you said as you plopped down in the chair next to his behind the front desk. You opened your laptop, quickly opening the document in question, “I did some trial ones for the main positions that you said you need to fill. If I left anything out, feel free to let me know,” you paused as he looked over what you had written, “Oh, and I’ll need your help going and grabbing some of the supplies from the pet store. Our order finally came in.”

“Finally?”

You shrugged, laughing, “My definition of express shipping is different from theirs, I guess.”

He watched you for a moment, a smile on his face as you looked through your notes on what had to get done in the next couple of days before the interview process started. It was pretty obvious that that was going to be left completely in Juice’s court. You had yet to meet the other men who were apparently part of this entire operation, and you wondered if Juice was doing that on purpose.

“Thank you,” he finally got the words out.

You looked over at him, confused, “Hm?”

“Thanks,” he reiterated as he gestured to the screen, and the paperwork, “for helping with this. I know it’s a fucking mess but having you help has made things a lot easier.”

You shrugged, “No need to thank me—it’s all part of the job, right?”

“Yea, right.”

“But, if I got first pick of the schedule I wouldn’t be too upset about it. You know, if you wanted to say thank you that way,” you flashed him a cheeky smile before getting back to work.

The morning went on and eventually it was time for the two of you to head over and pick up a bulk of the supplies that you needed in order to get the place up and running. Juice had left most of that up to you, asking just to keep it all under a certain price-point. You were able to do that, although you were sure that as time went on you would be able to convince Juice, or whoever else, to swap some stuff out for things that were a little nicer, a little fancier even. You’d just have to play your cards right.

“C’mon,” you fished your keys out of your purse as you both made your way towards the front door, “I’ll drive.”

His eyes widened and he couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of him, “You’ll drive?”

You stopped, scoffing in disbelief, “What, how much do you think you can strap to the back of your Harley, hm? More than we can fit into the bed of my pickup?”

He opened his mouth to argue, but he realized that you had a point. He hadn’t thought to start bringing the van from the clubhouse around, so all he really had was his bike. Sighing, he held his hands up in surrender, “You got a point.”

You laughed, “I know.”

He looked at your truck, “This thing gonna make it there and back?”

You rolled your eyes, “She’s a little beat-up but she runs just fine. Got me here and moved in, right?” the two of you hopped into the truck, and as you were sliding the key into the ignition, you couldn’t help but to say, “If you really wanna drive that bad, by the way, get your own pickup.”

He laughed, “I’ll try to get something that passes inspection.”

After a lot of fumbling around before eventually letting the employees at the store help, the bed and back seat of your truck were successfully packed with everything that you’d ordered. The look of defeat on Juice’s face when he had to resign to asking for help was something you wished that you had caught on film. You just had to hope that the two of you would be alright getting it all out of your truck without accidentally breaking anything in the process.

When you pulled back into the parking lot at the daycare, you immediately noticed that there were a few more motorcycles parked out front. You tried not to be too obvious as you waited for some kind of reaction from Juice. You heard him sigh, saw him give a small shake of his head, but he didn’t say anything about it. You assumed that they were men from the club, but since you hadn’t met any of them yet, you had no idea what you were in for.

“Think they’ll at least help us unload all of this?” you asked with a laugh.

He chuckled, “Maybe if you ask. Do that at your own risk, though.”

Juice never talked about the club, and you never asked, either. It wasn’t a world that you were at all acquainted with, and truthfully, you didn’t feel like you were missing out on much. Once you realized that Juice was involved with an MC, you knew there’d be some crossover, but you weren’t going to try and insert yourself into that side of things more than necessary. If things got messy, you’d have no problem cutting the cord and finding somewhere else to work, different people to associate with. But you liked the potential of everything so far. And, even if you were shoving the feeling as deep down as you possibly could, you had to admit that you liked Juice, too. You knew precious little about the club outside the murmurs and rumors you’d heard, and you knew that you couldn’t believe everything that was said, but if any of it was true, you wondered how someone like Juice had ended up in a club like that.

“I can handle all of this if you need to go and talk to them,” you told him as you shut your door and made your way towards the bed of the truck.

“No, don’t worry about it,” he watched you drop the tailgate, “they can help, or they can wait.”

You didn’t push it farther, instead hopping up into the bed of the truck to start handing stuff down to him to carry in. Neither of you said anything more as you gathered up your first armful of things to bring inside. As you got closer to the door, you saw two men standing by the front desk, one behind it looking over the papers, and one in front of it watching the two of you making your way inside. You could feel the one man’s eyes studying you and you did your best to ignore it.

“Was starting to get nervous, Juicy Pants,” the man who had been watching the two of you walked closer as you both started setting things down, “Haven’t heard from you in a couple days,” he looked over at you, “Surprised you didn’t just up and skip town with your gorgeous friend here.”

You fought to keep your composure, not wanting this man to know that you had any semblance of nervousness in you. Propping the box you were holding against your hip, you didn’t your best to sound confident, “We’ve been busy getting this place ready since no one else seems too eager to help. Something else you need us to do for you?”

A smirk curled the ends of his mouth, “What’s your offer?”

Juice huffed out a sigh, “Tig, don’t.”

He looked over at him, “What? I’m just asking a question.”

By this point, the man behind the desk had given up on looking through the paperwork and had walked over to the three of you. Stopping beside the man in front of him, who you now knew was named Tig, he scanned you over the same way that Tig had. There was something different in his expression, though, in his eyes. You couldn’t put a name to it, though. What you did know, though, was that the President patch stitched into his kutte meant that whatever happened with this job and this building would all be leading back to him in one form or another.

He smiled at you as he started to speak, “Sorry about him, darlin’. We don’t take him out much,” he paused, waiting for you to make another comment, and you wished that you had one, but your mind was blank as you tried to get a grip on the dynamics here. Taking your pause as his cue to continue, he held out his hand, “I’m Jax, by the way.”

You used your free hand to shake his as you introduced yourself in return, “You got a couple minutes to spare, Jax? We got some more stuff to unload.”

Despite the fact that most of Jax’s focus was on you, he was very aware of the way that Juice was watching the two of you interact. Tig wasn’t lying when he said that they hadn’t really heard or seen much from Juice in a couple days, and now Jax knew why. Sure, getting all of this off the ground was keeping him plenty busy, but there was no way that Juice being able to spend all day working one-on-one with you wasn’t affecting how he spent his time.

“Sure,” he gestured towards the door, “You can talk me through some of those business plans while you’re at it. ‘Cause I know that Juice didn’t come up with all of those.”

You smiled, shaking your head as you walked back towards the door, “Juan came up with the framework for all of it, I’ve just been helping fill in the details.”

You missed the exchange of looks between Jax and Juice when you called him Juan, and Juice was beyond thankful for that. He knew that he was going to be getting an earful over that later when you weren’t around.

Jax focused his attention back on you as you hopped into the truck to pass more stuff off, “And what do you know about filling in the details, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I was about eight weeks away from getting my MBA,” you tossed a box to Jax with a little more umph than necessary, “so I think I’m pretty qualified to fill in some blanks.”

He raised his eyebrows, smiling slightly as he nodded, “Alright then.”

“And,” you slid a few things to the edge before hopping down and grabbing them so you could walk back inside, “not for nothing, if you were worried about my credibility, you could’ve been around to help with all of this. Pitch in on the hiring process and all that,” the smile on your face took the venom out of your words but your point still got across fine.

He chuckled, knowing that an argument wasn’t going to be worth it for anything, “Fair,” he set his box down with the others, “Speaking of the hiring process, where are we with all of that?”

“She put together the listings,” Juice jumped into the conversation, “Gonna post them when we’re done with all of this. I’ll get some printed and sent out, too.”

“We get to help with the interviews?” Tig asked with a smirk.

Juice rolled his eyes, “It’s not gonna be like hiring girls for Redwoody.”

Your eyes widened and you choked back a laugh. When the men turned to look at you, you shook your head and tried to keep your laughter under control, “Sorry, sorry. But…Redwoody? First of all, that name,” you chuckled, “But second of all, how’d you guys go from porn to puppies? I don’t…I don’t get that.”

Jax had to laugh, hearing it phrased like that, “Whatever makes good, clean money.”

“And a lot of it,” Tig added on.

You nodded, not able to argue the very basic logic behind it even if the guys didn’t seem too well prepared for the actual business building side of it, “Right.”

Jax looked back and forth between you and Juice, “You two really need the extra help around here right now?”

You glanced over at Juice, knowing that it was really going to be his call at the end of all of this. You were helpful, and Juice took most of your advice at face-value, but you knew that these two guys weren’t going to be the same way. They weren’t the ones who had been working side-by-side with you getting all of this pulled together so quickly. Juice’s gaze fell to the floor as he contemplated his answer. The extra help would’ve been nice, sure, but he didn’t really want to have Jax or Tig, or any of the guys really, breathing down his neck and yours. The two of you working together seemed to be working so well. There had been moments, over the days that you’d been working together, that he almost forgot that this was all technically a club thing, not just something he happened to be doing and bringing you in to help with.

“We should be good once we get this place set up and the interviews done. Then we’ll be good to go,” Juice nodded, still not looking over at you.

“Either of you any good at interior design?” you asked with a laugh, “We gotta get it all set up and decorated.”

Tig spoke up, nudging Jax’s shoulder, “We should send Gem—”

“No,” Jax cut him off with a laugh, “we shouldn’t,” he looked over at you, “I’ll swing by with a couple of the guys tomorrow, help you set up all this. Put Juicey here in charge of the interviews,” he paused, smiling, “Then you can walk me through some of those plans.”

You knew that smile. You’d seen it on countless men, countless times before. It never meant anything good, and that was the last thing that you were interested in right now. Shaking your head, you said, “I’m telling you, you’re better off talking to Juan about all of that. I just work here,” you tucked your hands into your back pockets, “But I won’t say no to you bringing over some help to get the bulk of this setup done.”

Juice had watched your little exchange with Jax with bated breath. He didn’t want to admit that he felt relieved with the way you deflected Jax’s subtle invitation. Judging by the look that Jax cast his way, Juice had to assume that he wasn’t as good at keeping a neutral expression as he’d hoped.

You saw the three men all looking at each other, and you suddenly felt like you should be doing anything but standing there with them. Clearing your throat, you spoke to Juice, although at this point you were basically speaking to all of them, “I’m just gonna grab the last few things out of the truck. If you’re good to get the listings up, I’ll probably just head out for the day…give you guys a chance to go over some things.”

He didn’t want you to go, but he knew that whatever Jax and Tig wanted to talk about, probably wasn’t something that he wanted you hearing. He fumbled a sentence together, “Oh, uh, okay. Um, yea. Sounds…sounds good. I’ll just see you in the morning, then.”

“Yea,” you shot him a smile, “with a moving crew.”

You made quick work of the few items that were left in your truck. The three of them were chatting about minor things when you walked back in to set the last of your haul down. You said a quick goodbye to the three of them and went on your way. The second the door shut behind you, though, both Jax and Tig turned and gave Juice knowing looks. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, desperately trying not to get roped into that conversation with them.

“What did you guys need to talk about, anyway?” he tried to rein them back to the matters at hand.

It was evident on Jax’s face that he now wanted to spend their time razzing Juice over the blossoming crush he had on his new coworker, but he fought the urge. Resigning with a sigh, he allowed the conversation to stay on a more focused, professional track.

You showed up the next morning with a few trays of coffees from the café a few streets over. You didn’t know how many guys were going to be showing up, but you figured that it would be a nice gesture regardless. When you’d pulled into the parking lot, you saw Juice’s bike, which was the only one you think you’d ever recognize. There were two others, although you couldn’t remember if they were the same ones as the day before. There was also a van parked there as well.

You slung your backpack onto your shoulders before grabbing the drink trays and making your way towards the building. The closer you got, the more you could make out the movement inside. There were definitely more people in there than there had been. It was a far cry from it just being you and Juice together in the vast emptiness of the unfurnished building.

“Holy shit,” you said it mostly under your breath as you walked through the door.

You didn’t think that you’d shown up late. It was about the same time as you usually did. Since you guys weren’t technically open for business and there weren’t any dogs to take care of yet, both you and Juice just tried to get there are a relatively decent hour in the morning. Truthfully, you didn’t think that any of the men who were in the MC would be early birds. Apparently, you were wrong.

It looked like an entirely new place. All the stuff that you’d gone and picked up the day before was all set up. Kennels, pens, all manner of toys and mats, all of it was set up. The reception area didn’t look half bad, either. You looked around, trying to weave your way through the men as quickly and quietly as possible. More than anything you just wanted to talk to Juice and find out what happened.

Before you found Juice, Jax found you. He looked different than he had the day before, just a t-shirt on underneath his kutte and a backwards baseball cap on his head. You figured that the outfit was what passed for “casual” wear since he and the crew of guys had presumably been setting things up all morning.

His smile stretched a little wider as you wordlessly offered him a coffee from the tray in your hands. He took it, starting the conversation before taking a sip, “Not too bad, right?”

You chuckled, setting the tray down and letting your backpack fall off your shoulders, “Not bad, no,” you took your own coffee from the tray, “I guess I underestimated you guys a little bit.”

He shook his head, “We’re just trying to make up time.”

“Oh? Was the guilt trip effective yesterday, then?” you chuckled.

His lips curled into a smirk, “Something like that.”

You paused for a moment as you looked around again, “Juice here? I thought I saw his bike out front.”

His expression shifted as he tried to bite back a laugh, “Yea, yea, he’s here,” he nodded towards the door that led to what you assumed they finally turned into an office, “Got an interview going on.”

“Oh,” you nodded a sip of your drink, “Nice,” you paused for a beat, “When the hell did you guys get here?”

“Early,” he took a long sip from the cup in his hand, “Thanks for the coffee.”

You shrugged, offering a polite smile, “Sure.”

“Can I ask you somethin’?” he waited, and when you motioned for him to continue, he did, “What the hell are you doing working in a place like this? Thought you said you had a degree?”

You shook your head, “Not that simple. I, um, I needed a fresh start somewhere. Ended up here,” you looked around, “No buyer’s remorse yet.”

“Yet?” he chuckled.

“I’m still new in town. We’ll see,” you gave him a small smile.

It was surprising, yet not, how quickly you all completed the final stretch once the rest of the club started pitching in a little more. It seemed like in no time they had hired a decent number of staff and wrapped up the last few things so that the business could actually open. And then it did.

The entire vibe changed once things were up and running. You were still Juice’s right hand, and it was interesting to see the way that he stepped up to the plate a bit, but it was just as interesting to see the way that the rest of the club actually let him. You couldn’t say that you knew the members or understood the dynamics super well, but it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Juice was somewhere near the bottom of the totem pole in the MC. Still, they let him man the ship, and it was all working out well because of that.

You were in your glory. No matter what you thought your life was going to look like a few months prior before you’d stumbled into Charming, it wouldn’t have compared to this. No amount of degrees or internships or whatever used to be in your plans could’ve beaten out the pure happiness and excitement that came from running the doggie daycare with Juice. It was absolute chaos every day. Semi-organized chaos, but still chaos. And you loved every second of it.

You were sitting inside the pen with a couple of the smaller, much younger dogs that now frequented your daycare. They were just a little too young, a little too small, to be let into the larger pen with the bigger dogs. You didn’t mind that one bit, though, taking any free time you got to sit and play with them. You were in the midst of being lovingly clobbered by an army of little paws when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Jax smiled, shaking his head at you, “Hey, darlin’.”

Despite the roll of your eyes, you smiled, knowing that you could spray him with the water bottle a thousand times over and he would still call you by the pet name he seemed so attached to, “What’s up, Teller?”

“Juice around?”

You spent more time with the club members than you used to, especially since they seemed to pop into the building more often to get their own dose of dog-time, but you still never picked up using the nickname they had for the man who had very quickly become one of your favorite people in Charming.

You nodded towards the back door, “Juan’s out back with a couple of the dogs,” you paused, searching Jax’s face, waiting for his expression to falter, “Everything alright?”

He shot you the same slick smile he had weeks before, “Everything’s fine. You worry too much.”

He was right, but could he really blame you? It wasn’t worth the argument, though, “Keep proving me wrong and we won’t have a problem,” you joked, but not really.

“Yes ma’am,” he leaned down, scratching one puppy gently behind the ears before heading off to find Juice.

You watched him as he walked away, wondering what their conversation was going to be about. Before Jax could make it out the door, Juice came bounding back inside, a pair of dogs at his heels. He and Jax both laughed as they tried to maneuver out of the way and not trip over the dogs who were eagerly sniffing at Jax’s sneakers.

“You got a sec, bro?” Jax asked.

“Uh, yea,” things had been going extremely well, but that question still sent a jolt of anxiety through Juice’s system. Gesturing towards the office, the two of them started to make their way. Once Juice shut the office door behind them, he turned back to Jax, trying to look more confident than he felt, “What’s up?”

“Things are running smoothly here, right?”

Juice shrugged, “Uh, yea, I think so. It’s been…it’s been great. Why?”

“You think you still need to be here to manage the day-to-day?”

Juice’s heart dropped into his stomach. He hadn’t thought about the fact that things going well would expedite him being pulled and put onto whatever project the guys decided to get into next. Truthfully, working with you made him completely forget that this wasn’t the endgame for him. You’d become such a fixture in his routine. He also knew, though, that if the club pulled him for something else, you would be able to handle it. The transition wouldn’t be too difficult, especially since the two of you pretty much ran the show together at this point anyway.

Jax could see the thoughts running through Juice’s head. Tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he shrugged, “If she’s not ready to take over, I get it. I just need—”

“No,” he cut him off, not wanting Jax to think that the hesitation was born out of a lack of faith in you, “That’s…that’s not it. She’s great,” he looked towards the door even though he couldn’t see you through the small window in it, “She’s…fuckin’ perfect for this, honestly. She’s good with the dogs, good with the people,” he gestured vaguely to the paperwork on the desk, “good with the books.”

“Good,” Jax nodded, smirking slightly as he waited for Juice to get to the conflict of it all. He studied Juice’s face for a beat longer, “Why do I feel like there should be a but here?”

Juice let out a deep sigh, “It’s not…her,” running his hands back over his head so that they landed, interlocked on the back of his neck, “I like it here.”

Jax stopped fighting the smirk, letting it take over his expression, “Do you?”

Juice rolled his eyes, “Don’t be like that.”

Jax chuckled, “C’mon, Juan, anyone with a goddamn set of eyes can see why you like it here. You ask her out yet?”

Juice scoffed, like it was the most ridiculous notion in the world, “I’m not gonna ask her out.”

“Why not?”

“Because she works here?”

Jax laughed, “Don’t act like you care about that, bro.”

“If she says no…”

“I don’t think she will.”

“Yea,” Juice shook his head, “because you know her so well.”

“I’m just saying, that the girl who is currently sitting out there letting herself get mauled by puppies, doesn’t seem like someone who is gonna shoot you down. She’s stuck around you this long, right?”

It wasn’t like Jax was the person that Juice would ordinarily seek out for relationship advice. But Juice had to admit, that this was probably the first time in recent history, if ever, that Jax was actually optimistic about a girl Juice was interested in. He wondered if that was a good sign or a terrible one.

“I’ll put a pin in the conversation about pulling you off of this if you ask her out,” Jax offered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Juice let out a laugh of disbelief, “You can’t, you can’t do that.”

Jax shrugged, “Sure I can,” he stepped back and pulled the office door open, “Think about it,” he let out a quiet laugh as he exited the office.

Jax made his way back towards the front of the building, back towards the door to leave. You’d extracted yourself from the pile of puppies that you’d previously been buried under and were back behind the reception desk. You still had a small dog cradled in your lap as you typed on the computer, and Jax couldn’t help but to shake his head at the sight.

Looking up, you raised your eyebrows at him, “All good?”

He nodded, “Yea, so stop asking that,” he laughed, pausing for a moment before asking, “Any of my other guys still here?”

You shrugged, “They filter in and out a lot. Your sergeant at arms was here not too long ago, getting his ankles bit by a chihuahua who has no use for him.”

He nodded towards the dog in your lap, “That one?” Jax laughed when you nodded in response, “How’d Happy take that?”

“Not well,” you laughed, “I think he might’ve left.”

Walking up to the desk, he leaned against it so that he was directly in front of you. He waited for you to stop typing and look over at him before he spoke up, “You still liking it here? Planning on sticking around?”

You shrugged, nodding, “Yea, I don’t see any reason to leave. Why? You hear rumors?”

He chuckled, shaking his head, “Nah, just making sure you still don’t have any buyers remorse.”

You smiled, “I don’t.”

“Good,” Jax rapped his knuckles against the desk as he made his way to leave, “’Cause I don’t know what Juice would do without you here at this point.

It was the end of the night, all the dogs had been picked up by their respective owners, you sent the other employees home a while before. The whole building was quiet, which felt strange these days. It used to be nothing but silence in the beginning when it was just you and Juice, but that felt like such a distant memory now that it was usually filled with the hustle and bustle of dogs and puppies and workers and the men from the MC popping in and out all the time. The comfortable chaos had become home, and when it was quiet now, it almost felt wrong.

You were closing out a last few things from the day, trying to get a head start on the schedule for the following week. You knew that Juice was still there, that he was wrapping things up in the office, but you still jumped a bit when you heard him clear his throat to get your attention.

He let out a nervous laugh, an apologetic smile spreading across his face, “Sorry.”

“No,” you smiled and waved off the apology, “Don’t be. I just get in the zone sometimes, you know?”

“Trust me, I get it.”

Taking a deep breath, you ran your hands down your face before finally admitting that maybe it was time to call it a day. Shutting down the computer, you looked over at Juice, “You alright?”

“Yea,” he nodded, although the look in his eyes was less convincing, “Yea I’m good.”

“You sure?” you hopped out of your chair and grabbed your bag off the floor, “Everything go alright with Jax today?” he nodded but you could sense the hesitation, “What’d you guys talk about?” you knew it wasn’t really your business but you couldn’t stop yourself.

Juice was telling you the truth before he thought better of it, “We were talking about pulling me off this project.”

Your chest tightened more than you thought it would at news like that, “Oh.”

“He’s not,” he quickly amended his statement, “We’re not. I’m not going anywhere yet.”

You let out a quiet sigh of relief, “Oh, good.”

The two of you walked towards the main doors, “You probably could run this place on your own, though, you know,” Juice said.

“Please don’t make me do that,” you joked as you locked the door once the two of you stepped outside.

“You’re not dying to get rid of me?” the boyish grin on his face made your heart melt.

“Of course not,” you toyed with the keys to your truck, “You’re like, my second favorite thing about working here.”

“Second?” he laughed.

You chuckled, “First is the dogs, obviously. Second is you. But a very close third is watching the rest of your biker buddies flounder and get chased around by everything from chihuahuas to rottweilers. Great entertainment.”

“I wouldn’t be mad if I came in third to that, honestly,” he joked.

There were a few beats of silence as he walked over to your truck with you. You couldn’t help but ask, “You thinking of leaving?”

His eyes grew wide as he shook his head, “No, no, not at all. Jax was the one who mentioned it. I, uh, I told him I didn’t want to leave.”

“Really?”

“Yea,” he nervously tucked his hands into his pockets, “I just, I really like working here. With you.”

The last part he said so quietly that you almost missed it. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as you smile, “I like working here with you too,” you paused, chuckling, “I still can’t believe you hired me based off me saying that I used to dog-sit as a parttime gig in college.”

“Really?” he laughed, “I totally believe it.”

“I’m glad you did,” you nodded, leaning back against the side of your truck.

“I love all this,” he nodded towards the building, “what we got going now. But I do, I dunno, I do miss when it was just the two of us all the time,” his face felt like it was on fire and he instantly regretted saying the words.

Your face warmed at the sentiment, “It was fun, huh? Despite the fact that we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing.”

“Speak for yourself,” he laughed, “I still don’t know what I’m doing.”

You smiled, shaking your head. You waited for a moment, watching the tiny shifts in his expression, “What’re you thinking, Juan?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head, but it wasn’t convincing.

“Liar,” you laughed.

He smiled but still couldn’t quite look you in the eye, “No, it’s, I just, I don’t wanna say something and make things weird.”

“Well. Now it’s gonna be weird if you don’t say it. So you might as well,” you reached out, resting your hand on his shoulder for a fleeting moment, “What’s up?”

“I really like you,” it was like the brief contact forced the words out of him. His eyes blew wide open as he realized what he said, “I don’t, it’s not like,” he took a breath to try and get his words together, “I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and, and that’s fine. You’re just really funny, and smart, and honestly after watching you with all the dogs here I’m not totally convinced that you’re not secretly a Disney princess,” he laughed nervously, “I just…I think you’re really great.”

You wouldn’t have been able to dial back the grin on your face even if you tried, “I think you’re really great too.”

His expression brightened, “Yea?”

You laughed, nodding, “Yea.”

“You think I could take you out sometime?”

You smiled, “I think I could make that work, move some things around in my work schedule.”

He laughed, “I think I know a guy who can help with that.”

You bit down lightly at your bottom lip in an attempt to contain your grin, “Oh really?”

He wanted to kiss you, but he knew he wasn’t going to be brave enough to do it. His palms were already starting to sweat just from telling you that he liked you. There was no way he was going to be able to survive anything more without driving himself to a heart attack.

“I’ll, um, I’ll let you get home. I’ll see you tomorrow?” he sounded hopeful, like it wasn’t a guarantee that you’d be there.

You laughed, “That’s a pretty safe bet, yea.”

“Cool,” the shy, dorky grin on his face made your heart melt.

He turned to walk away and you shook your head, reaching out for his arm as you spoke, “Juan, wait.”

He turned back, caught between focusing on the heat from your hand as he soaked into his arm, and the look in your eyes as they locked onto his, “Yea, what’s—”

You cut him off, leaning in and pressing your lips to his. He was surprised at first, hesitant, but once he realized that it was really happening, he leaned right into it. He could feel the way your lips curled into a smile as he pulled you in closer, tighter, like it might be the first and last time he got to do that. Your thumb grazed along his cheek and he melted into your touch like it was second-nature.

When you finally pulled away, you were both out of breath, faces warm like you were two teenagers sneaking in a kiss goodbye past curfew. Resting your palm on the leather of his kutte, you said, “I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

His smile was bright as his heart pounded inside his chest, “Can’t wait.”

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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Headcanons of Aot boys with a black gf

Characters: Eren Jeager , Armin Arlert, Levi Ackerman, Connie Springer and Jean Kirstein x fem black reader (separate)

Genre: Mostly fluff, slight angst, deffo crack, (everyone is +18)

Warnings: Language, a bit toxic, slightly suggestive

Wc: 1500+ (Each character is about 300-400 words)

Eren Jeager (The lowkey Toxic one)

· Lowkey scared of y/n because she reminds him of Levi when she is angry, and he knows she will beat his ass if necessary

· Started out as friends but he has always liked y/n

· He initially asked you out as a dare and you only found out after 6 weeks where you broke up 😐

· This legit started the cycle of breaking and getting back together (he never cheated though just a lil bit toxic)

· He is very possessive and controlling which also lead to your break ups

· Even though you have your ups and down he is mostly a good boyfriend

· He plays basketball so every time he is practising on his own, he asks you to be there for rebounds (in reality he just wants you near him baso 24/7)

· Loves your smell so he steals those items might be your lotion, hair products or perfume

· Loves your natural hair and just touches it without permission after a couple times you just gave up telling him off

· He was confused on why you changed your hair so often

· When you guys first started dating you came with box braids rather then your usual bun and he deadass thought you were somebody else 💀he was so confused on why this stranger was touching him up (this mf loyal cuz he was ready to punch you)

· He was soooo scared of meeting your parents (had to call Armin to ask for advice)

· Your family at first didn’t like him cuz of the constant breaking up but they grew to tolerate him (however your older brother doesn’t)

· Loves taking pictures of you during facetime, golden hour or whenever and saves them in a folder (simp)

· Loves your cooking soo much that he goes collect tubber ware of food worth a week and stocks up his fridge

· He loves when you speak to him in another language so he pisses you off so you can cuss him out in your native tongue

· He barely calls your name its either babe or some cringey name like bubbs or something (however if you hear your full name leave his month rip)

Armin Artlet (The simp)

· SHY BAE that’s it

· He was your English tutor and has always had a crush on you

· He wanted to ask you out on a date, but he shy and thought you won’t like white boys

· You asked him instead cuz you fell for his ocean blue eyes (I mean who wouldn’t)

· In the beginning you had to take the initiative a lot cuz he wanted to respect your boundaries but after a while he grew comfortable and took the lead

· He LOVES your natural hair and knows your wash day schedule, so he always offers to help anyway possible

· He was absolutely scared of meeting your family cuz once again he white 😐 however everyone loved him

· He most definitely invited to the family reunion

· Your aunts adore him and they always talking about you as a baby to him

· He always doing late night ft calls with you, and he WON’T hang up cuz he wants to see your face when you wake up

· Armin is a giver, so he always offers to buy thigs for your and just buy gifts at least once a week

· He also loves cooking for and with you (once you had a cooking competition and technically, he is a better cook, but he let you win)

· He likes sending random pictures of things you like and remind him of you

· He happily takes pictures of you (photographer Armin)

· You guys have a pet turtle called Mickey 🐢

· His nicknames for you are beautiful, pretty and stuff like that

· Just overall fluff

Levi Ackerman (the co-worker)

· You guys have been co-workers for 2 years actually

· You thought he hated you but in reality, he does he just acts stingy towards cuz he is Levi 😐 (some serious enemies to lovers vibe)

· He didn’t confess and never would have but due to a drunken Hange letting it slip during a hang out with your co-workers you found out

· He deadass ignored you for a week like if he saw you, he would turn into Houdini and disappear

· However, you once caught him distracted and forced him to talk to you

· Reluctantly so he spoke the truth and asked you out (thought he seemed angry about it)

· Now you guys have happily been dating

· Everyone in your office finds you lucky cuz Levi is the finest man in the office heck the world (if he was real, I would leave my bf 😭)

· He actually has a 5-year-old daughter (DILF! Levi) and told you why he never said anything about his feeling was because you know single dad and shiz

· After 6 weeks you met his babygirl and she is the cutest she loves you considering she never had much of a mother figure in her life

· His daughter is mixed so he knows how to deal with natural hair thanks to YouTube, so he sometimes helps with yours (such a good dad)

· But now that you are here you offer to do any protective styles and give him tips

· Levi isn’t very open, but he expresses his love to you with physical touch, acts of service or gifts

· However, he speaks very softly to his daughter he seems different

· Due to his love language being touch he loves petting your hair (only when you have protective styles) and putting his head on it ( he is tall in my head okay)

· He loves having you in close proximity to you and just somehow touching you

· Him and your dad really hit it off because they both have daughters

· Your aunts are lowkey infatuated with him

· Loves making breakfast for you but due to your busy schedule he just buys your coffee in the morning

· He will never tell you, but he has trouble falling asleep but when you sleepover he actually has a full nights rest (he has silk sheets just for you)

· He might seem closed off, but you know he loves you due to the little things

Connie Springer (the bestfriend)

a/n I just want to say Connie will be of Hispanic heritage for the sake of this headcanon also because all the fanfics I read about him he is portrayed as Hispanic I just write him like this however this isn’t to offend anyone or play onto stereotypes.

· You guys have been besties since freshman year high school

· You hooked up freshman year of college and been dating ever since

· Nothing really changed in your dynamic other than the fact yall kiss and do the deed

· Like you legit call each other insults though Connie likes calling slime and bubbs

· You jokingly calling each other baby mama and baby daddy (manifesting kids but whatever)

· Speaking of kids, you have plushies that you call kids and rotate them around (they are from your arcade date)

· Loves being on call with you when he is playing because it helps calm him down and not break his tv (anger issues much)

· HYPEMAN if you are looking fine asf he will hype you up so much and offer to take pictures for the gram

· You have a joint TikTok account where you reaching 10k and just do dumb couple stuff its cringey but cute (Same goes for your joint spam account where you guys just do silly things together)

· He always asks to do your hair which you repetitively deny keeping in mind last time you let him he nearly ripped off half your scalp

· Late nights drives happen a lot so you can vent and have a heart to heart under the stars, you guys also just vibe to the music and might spend hours in silence looking at the city lights and dancing

· If you fall asleep on him or in the drive back he becomes really cute and soft and just says you are beautiful and that he loves you in Spanish (ugh my heart)

· He only speaks Spanish when he wants to be cute and knows you won’t understand

· Your family have always liked him so when you guys started dating everyone was like ‘FINALLY’ (same with his family)

· Some type of kid’s movie marathon once a month cuz being a child is great

· Its just overall jokes

Jean Kirstein (Mr Doesn’t Give Up)

· Kept asking you out for a year until you gave in, he was so excited he kissed you straightaway

· He was so nervous in your first date, but he was a gentleman opening doors etc (whoever said chivalry was dead 🤨)

· Nearly said I love you on the first date considering he has liked you for a year, but he held it in

· However, he did get a kiss goodnight on the cheek (he was grinning like a fool)

· Loves the fact that you change your hair so much and so often that he happily gives recommendations and offers to help you out

· He is the overprotective type of boyfriend so he was reluctant on you meeting his friends especially Eren, but you reassured him that you wouldn’t be swayed (still icky about you hanging with Eren though)

· He adores playing pc games with you and you have a little family in Sims4 which is cute

· He now has a skincare routine because you introduced him to it (he said he didn’t need one cuz he has a ‘handsome face’ but he secretly started one lol

· He also steals your body lotion and legit smells like you (smh)

· His wrist always has a silk crunchie in case you need it, and, in his car, he has a bag with essentials for you such as pads, edge control, etc

· He calls you cute pet names but also the occasional insults as a joke

· He is lowkey rich, so he happily spoils you to fancy dinners and more

· He also likes going back to the basics so picnic dates in the spring and summer are common he says he cooks them but in reality, it’s his mum

· Your mum absolutely adores him cuz he is a ‘charmer’

· He likes facetiming you when he is working out so he can show up, but you just ignore him and continue doing what you are doing

· Like Eren he has a folder filled of mugs of you

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oneoftheprettynerds · 4 years ago

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Fixed: Dark!Steve x Reader (Mob AU)

Chapter 4 in the Lipstick and Crayons Series.

Chapter 3: Love So Soft

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A/N: It’s shorter than my usual updates but I’m busy so sorry for the delay. My final exam dates have come and all I can do is pray right now lol. Please pray for me if you can, this sis is out here writing fanfics for yall instead of studying so, haha. ANyways, enjoy babies! Shit happens in this chapter.

Warning: Non-Con, Sickening Threats, Mob Themes, Violence, Death, Manipulation, a mild mental breakdown, Cheap Tricks.

Genres + Characters: Mob AU, Single Parents AU, Steve Rogers x Reader.

Summary: Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob.

Word count: 5K

Chapter 4: Fixed

You didn’t sleep that night. Or the next few. Your hands shook every time you got a flashback and even though you were numb to emotions that entire day, tears threatened to spill whenever your mind took to you to that overpriced kitchen again.

Now that he had gone to a dangerous and unnerved assaulter from a Dad trying to take care of his daughter, your mind wouldn’t put anything past him. You knew that in the back of your mind that he was a mobster and your ‘friendship’ was alarming to say the least, but now there was no denying his resources and power and the very obvious threat to your life lingering in the air.

At least before you had the luxury to be oblivious and ignorant, not anymore though. Steve felt even more unhinged and liberal now, even messaging you daily, greeting texts that you obviously ignored. He knew you both were aware that you never handed him your number and he felt no need to hide his pursuit.

You read most of the messages, not bothering with a single reply though. You tried to block him but somehow your phone would still receive messages from his number, even though his contact would always peek back at you from the otherwise empty blacklist.

As if his torment wasn’t ample, another message thread from a different number would forward you alarming images, photos of Grace in her daycare, on a class trip to the park and even her playing in your backyard. You had no doubt that this was another game of his to show you his resources.

You skipped daycare for a few days, your mental health worse than it was after the carnival attack, because now you had a personal tormentor and you cursed yourself for falling into this mess. At times, you believed it wasn’t your fault really, you just helped a kid and this situation spiraled itself but what would pointing fingers now get you? The harsh truth was you were in a calamitous situation now and every step from now on had to be thought out.

So, you let Grace attend her daycare and acted if nothing was amiss or altered, after the few initial breakdown days of course, kept going to your job and earning the bread. You considered your options, you really wanted to go to the cops or a higher fair power but those were few these days, almost non existent in your city. You also vaguely recalled meeting three of the Captains of the PD at Sarah’s birthday, all smiley and doe eyed for Steve. You knew they wouldn’t help, fucking kiss-asses.

Maybe you would have to move somewhere else, perhaps to your hometown, at least till things cooled down or better yet were forgotten? But that trail was very predictable and you didn’t want your parents in this mess.

You also came to know that Steve had inserted himself in the other spheres of your life. You were sure your location was always being sent to him, the knowledge a courtesy of the black car following you while you travelled to home at some late day’s end.

Aiden told you whereabouts were easy to track, when you inquired ambiguously. Another instance was when you went to the bank to deposit cash for your debit card, you came face to face with an enormous amount already there. Somehow, the limit on your credit card was also extended. How, you knew. The clerk told you about an email you must have gotten in regards to it, you dismissed that justification away and told them to not accept the cash. To sum the discussion, they weren’t helpful and had no policy against anonymous donors.

Aiden, your trusted coworker cum pal, sensed the shift in your aura and fidgety form very easily, pestering you with questions and you decided to turn to him, stressed and tired and ready to do something. His questioning eyebrows made you confess vaguely but you refused to tell him the extent of it. Just that his prediction came true and you needed help. Let’s just say, Aiden was a good man.

With time, Steve’s ‘affectionate’ messages became deranged, and you found it harder to act nonchalant in your daily life. You were thankful he didn’t come to visit you, possibly occupied with the rumored war between the mobs. You just prayed for a few more days of ignorance, just enough time to think and do something.

“What do you mean someone collected her?!” You had a hard time controlling your voice, you were about to burst, in tears or with anger, you didn’t know.

“The man was verified in the emergency contacts and we got a letter signed and approved by you to skip the day an hour into the first activity.”

“A man? Emergen-, wait no! What fucking approved letter?”

You had three emergency contacts, your mom in another state, Aiden, and one of the other kid’s mom you had grown close to. Aiden was with you at work all day, so did someone disguise themselves as him? And what was the deal with the letter signed by you? You surely didn’t remember writing and authorizing one.

The boy, Pietro, who had been the receptionist for as long as you could remember, shuffled through the chaotic piles of paper and presented a letter to you, and your blood froze as your eyes skimmed the font.

Your beautiful cursive stared right back at you and you knew that no one would ever be able to distinguish between this penmanship and the one in the pocketbook in your clutch. No one but you. Even though you knew you had not written it, the slightly different ‘f’ and ‘g’ told you everything.

Your signature at the bottom though, was done quite perfectly and that made you even more scared.

“I did-, I didn’t write this! What the-” Your widened eyes met Pietro’s from above the paper but all he offered you was a meek smile. Your hands shook with rage and for the first time in your life, you had the urge to slap someone really bad.

“Maybe your family had an emergency to take he-”

“No, you don’t get it!” You stopped yourself from getting frantic, willing yourself to take deep breaths and think rationally. Today of all days, things had to mess up.

He didn’t know you had no family in this city, that you had a mobster after you or the subtle threats that his hired spy sent to you.

Was going to the police an option? Aiden already told you that the cops were as good as Steve’s men. But this was about your missing kid! You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to her. And you were giving Steve way too much credit, what if he wasn’t behind this all? Come to think of it, what if the other number wasn’t his?

Relax yourself! Thinking of disturbing theories wouldn’t help anyone. You thought you should go to the cops, just in case. No mentioning of Steve, just a woman with a ‘missing child’ report.

‘Missing Child’ left an acrid taste behind and you were too close to a breakdown, but your whole journey of single-parenthood taught you to kick vulnerability aside, well most of the times.

You turned and were about to leave, but Pietro stopped you. “If you are going to the cops Ma’am, they require 8 hours of inactivity or disappearance time for kids under 5.”

Well look who just read your mind.

You huffed and kept the tears at bay, your mind thinking of what to do then? Grace was obviously taken-

“How could you let a toddler leave without informing the parents?” You knew your anger was channeling out at the wrong man but didn’t he all but hand Grace to the stranger?

You beat him answering and inquired, “What did the man look like? Do you have any footage? Anything?” The wrinkles in your forehead and stress creases on your face paired with the eyebags betrayed your age surely. You were sure you had aged more this week than an entire decade, juggling your normal life with the hovering threat.

“You shouldn’t be this worried Ma’am.”

The fucking audacity.

“Your daughter recognized him, she all but ran to him and this other little girl he came with. You should maybe ask your parent-friends around? A blonde family perhaps?”

As all the emotions drained from your face and terror took over, the young lad in front of you looked smug. You wondered as if you imagined the faintest of smirks on his face.

You crumpled the letter in your hands, seething with rage as you stepped in your car. Oh, you were mad, more wrathful than ever. You could take any hits on you, any threat but not on Grace, never on her.

You were stupid, you had already decided you wouldn’t put anything past him but unknowingly, you did put this past him. You thought this man had a shred of decency to not use your kid in this adult war, being a parent himself and all but what a surprise! You were wrong.

You drove to your home, your thoughts a mix of trepidation, anxiety and fury. You were scared of him and his reach and resources but if he put Grace in any type of danger; whether to teach you a lesson or use her as bait or both, there’d be consequences.

Lord knows you killed a man a month ago Grace was threatened.

You had one thing to do before contacting Steve about Grace but you never got to do it because unexpectedly the bastard was in your home. In your home.

The black sports car outside was a huge giveaway but your suspicions were confirmed when you opened the door with your house key. The banter and giggles from inside alarmed yet calmed you; the dread of confrontation and the assurance of Grace’s safety reigned your mind.

As the door opened painfully slow like a horror movie, the sight that met your eyes made you sick with a feeling of failure. It wasn’t gore or blood or grunge, it was Steve bouncing Grace in the air and catching her while Sarah twirled around in the living room.

This man was craftier than you thought, every action of his was calculated, each a refined step. You had been so preoccupied to avoid direct encounters with him in your little family’s life that you didn’t think he had other ways. He was always looming around with Sarah and as Grace began to trust Sarah, she consequently began to trust her blonde guardian too.

As you slammed the door behind you, Steve’s eyes snapped to yours and his smirk made you want to punch him so hard. The smugness on his face while he let Grace down without breaking eye contact told you he had no regret, no remorse. In fact, he was loving every second of this cat and mouse chase between you two.

You were a millimeter close to losing your shit, the only check being the kids in the room. But you were mad and he was going to know it.

“What the hell, Steve? Messing with my kid?” You threw your clutch onto the couch, Steve haughty by the reception of his sent message but still holding back because of the kids. He called Wanda and you didn’t really notice where she came from but you did register Steve asking to take the girls to the park for a ‘private discussion’.

As Grace passed by you, you grabbed her arm lightly, making her look at you with doe eyes resembling yours. You gave her a smile trying to ease her, but you knew she was smart enough to sense the change in the atmosphere.

Apparently, the whining Sarah wasn’t.

You looked back to Steve, your hold still on Grace and continued with a frown and raised eyebrows, “She isn’t going anywhere, not out of my sight and obviously not with you or your goons.”

Wanda had the audacity to look offended and you scoffed at her, eyes staring Steve’s down.

“Honey, I don’t think the kids should hear what I think you have to say right now.” He said nodding to Wanda to take Grace.

“You must be deranged to think I trust Grace near anyone even remotely related to you! Take your people and get out.” You held your hand up to stop Wanda and pointed towards the door with the most menacing glare you could form.

Grace looked incomprehensibly between you two, concern and confusion on her face. That might have been the first time such a tone was used in your household. The grumbling Sarah was close to throwing a tantrum, irritated by the change in the playful air or the lack of attention to her, you didn’t know. She was hanging on Wanda’s forearm, her feet slipping on your printed rug. Wanda was trying to not look hurt still by your previous statement, distracting herself by the blonde kid and you were baffled by her obliviousness to all this.

Steve, the beefy blonde Lucifer, was furious and seething. His white knuckles and ticking jaw were the most obvious giveaways, the fingers just itching to beat the shit out of someone no doubt.

Was he imagining striking you into compliance into his weird playhouse game complex? You wouldn’t be surprised given the extent of his attempt to ‘win’ you over.

The ‘get out’ tone and blatant disrespect was a bruise to his ego for sure, and by you, a middle-class woman nonetheless was a worse injury. Steve was the deadly boss to armored men in the vicinity, the kids’ father figure, according to him, and Wanda’s stern yet kind employer.

People had been killed for less and there you were, standing in all your glory, being the only person alive to reject Steve Rogers and now, the only to raise your voice at him.

You almost scoffed at his impudence to look offended, what did he expect? For you to submit to him after the stunt he pulled? His reach was scary he proved today and that any future with him in your life in any way, was a fearsome possibility to entertain but you’d be damned if you went down without a fight.

“You can’t make me leave; we both know. You don’t have the physical edge nor the mental one. I have no problem drawing out G-U-N-S in front of the kids or to throw the warnings around, although I would prefer not to.”

Your free hand itched to slap him, like how his did minutes ago. It wasn’t a mankind problem about men thinking they were entitled to everything; it was a Steve Rogers’s problem. Of course, with him consent didn’t matter. If he had a ‘housewife, kids and fences’ fixation, he’d make it come true.

“Do you even listen to what I say? Or your own words even? Please, go ahead! Traumatise my kid and also yours in your wooing process! Why are you so obsessed? Leave us alone, you freak! I just ignored few messages!” You had a hard time maintaining your cool, if there was any left. You were sure you were scaring Grace and no matter what happened next, you knew she was already traumatized by this entire ordeal already. You were so sorry, so, so, so sorry to your poor baby caught in this mess.

You knew, no, you hoped, he wouldn’t pull out the gun, his actions at the carnival a proof, you remembered how he hid his gun on finding Sarah. That threat was empty but the next one wasn’t, his words making you freeze in your spot.

“I think you keep on misunderstanding me, sweetheart. I don’t make empty promises,”

Posh word for threats.

“For starters, maybe I should pay my future in-laws a visit in their blue duplex. They might need help with the vast garden they have, it is the season for ‘violets’, isn’t it?”

As you froze with your parents being brought up, he also cooled, albeit differently, smirking once again gaining the upper hand, not that he lost it if you were being honest.

“Isn’t threatening my kid enough for you, Steve?” You hated how your loud voice almost broke, your anger slowly subsiding into helplessness and you hated that. You hated his guts, his entitlement, his claim; everything about him.

“You still don’t see it, do you? Our family of four is the most important thing to me right now and I’m not above doing anything to save it.”

“There is no family of four Steve! I keep explaining and you keep coming back to square one with all this bullshit!” The curse word did tick Steve off but he would correct that later, when bigger things weren’t at ploy.

“Your ignorance makes me a little mad sometimes sweetheart and that is why I have to do all I do. You haven’t realized we need each other yet, but I’m staying until you do and even after that, I promise. You know how much it pissed me off to see your tickets and the packed suitcases after I’ve been nothing but nice? I was so generous to spoil you with my riches but instead I find that in your finances.”

This fucker knew. Of course, he did!

You were wondering in the back of your head what had prompted this visit with so many threats and warnings and anguish. He was pissed even before you ‘acted out’, he tracked the tickets and the plan and that meant he even tracked-

“You have so much to learn, but luckily you interact with quite a few people. I am most tempted to start out with this Aiden guy, trying to be the hero and giving you all the ideas. Maybe I should visit him?” Steve wondered out loud, and you flinched at his suggestion, hating how you were trapped by this man.

You couldn’t live with yourself if anyone got hurt because of you, be it your parents or Aiden or any other possibility Steve would come up with. Of course, Grace was your peak priority but you doubted he would hurt her as he threatened to harm them.

“Steve, please.” The fire was almost out, your hands trembling, Grace worried and Steve smug.

“Let the kids go and I think we can come to a conclusion.”

“Steve this needs to stop.” You said, your breaths heavy and helplessness clawing away at you.

“I won’t repeat myself.” He voiced out with a threatening edge, gesturing to Grace and Wanda, clearly telling you to first get the kids out.

For a deranged fucktard, he sure cared about the kids a lot.

You loosened your hold on Grace, patting her arm softly and nudged her to Wanda. Wanda received her little hand and enticed the kids with the promise of ice-cream. Sarah clapped her hands and as the trio left, Grace did look over her shoulders at you in concern and for permission, majorly in concern though. You nodded and waved, a tear dropping as soon as the door clicked shut.

You were still staring at the door, not wanting to meet Steve’s stormy blue orbs when he began, “Today was a slip up that I won’t tolerate again. Neither the cursing nor the dramatics.”

We aren’t in a fucking play, what the fuck is he labelling as dramatics?

Your eyes slowly flickered to his, and you had a hard time not letting the tears escape except the one traitorous one earlier. The fatigue, the worry of Grace’s disappearance, the threats to your friends and family were all catching up to you. It took all in you to stay strong and not fall down right now.

“Steve this isn’t funny anymore. It’s sick and you know it! I just said no! Was that so inexcusable that you had to follow up with this? You have violated me for that, broken into my home and now kidnapped my daughter! At what extent will you stop?” You broke down finally, arms a flailing mess as fat tears rolled down. Nothing scared more than the helplessness this moment. He won and he knew it. The carnival incident was nothing in comparison to this. The only good thing you could hope in all this was a safe Grace but that too only if you complied, which seemed like what you would do now given your attempts at fighting back and scampering have failed laughably.

“Gosh, I forgot how theatrical women are. You are smart darling; you know what I want from day one, just a happy family. Nothing that horrendous has happened and especially not as badly as put it. I’m just looking out for you and me in the long run.” Steve slowly treaded towards you, his hand extended to pat your arm comfortingly but you involuntarily flinched at contact and stepped back. Steve clearly didn’t like that as he caught your arm in a bruising grip and jerked you towards him. Manhandling you as your wet hands rushed to ease his grip was not a tough task for Steve, a surprise to none.

“Stop trembling like I’ve actually done something to harm you!”

Steve clearly didn’t know how to comfort women and it showed.

You stopped with the cowering away, even though it disgusted you to be this much in close proximity with your assaulter. He clearly had anger issues and no clue how to solve them. You needed to steer the conversation right and get him out. You could see your hands visibly shake as you put them on his chest, just to create some distance and in a way of surrendering to not fight. The tears slowed but you don’t think they stopped; it was hard to tell with a million other things on your mind.

As your eyes made contact, Steve loosened his grip, clearly a bit satisfied by your submission, as he began counting to help you breathe. As much as you hated to admit, it helped you and you got a flashback to the time when you freaked out on him about Grace at that extravagant dinner date. That was a sweet gesture then, not so sweet now. Funny how drastically things change with time.

It wasn’t so much Steve’s help as it was your own mind telling you to be fucking smart about the whole ordeal right now.

“Good. Better. Now let’s talk. Why were you planning to run away? I’ve been busy and coming home to find out that wasn’t joyful, you know.” His smile suggested a better mood than before but his voice, his husky voice always had this daring edge that almost challenged you to defy him but at the same time warned you of unpleasant consequences if you did.

“Steve, I’m scared.” You spoke with utmost honesty. “The part of the world you associate yourself with scares me. You can’t blame me for not wanting that life for Grace, I mean you have a kid of your own. Wasn’t the carnival attack specifically on Sarah?”

The reasoning was right but you knew you triggered him the moment his smile evaporated. He either felt insulted as a parent or disrespected in his profession or probably both.

He was fighting his inner demons already and you pointing it out was a slap to his face, a hit he didn’t want to take.

“That was a slip up, I admit. Never again. I’m only human, okay?” He convinced himself and you, his grip tightening a bit again.

Oh no, not the right direction to take.

You reckoned he still had nightmares about it like you, he really did love Sarah a lot, all things aside.

“Besides, I am looking out for you! Out for you and Grace and Sarah. I remember my promise of never putting either of them in harm’s way ever again.”

You definitely didn’t trust his security or his people because what sort of a mobster let his daughter get targeted and possibly abducted? You definitely didn’t know the whole story or if it was just a bad day but he wasn’t a person that deserved some slack. Despite all this, you knew what all he held above you, above a common man. He might not be ‘Kingpin’ skilled but a threat to you nonetheless.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “Is that what you call following me around, huh?” which you immediately regretted.

“Trust the process, baby. Everything is just to protect you.”

Is that what he called stalking even Grace around and twistedly enough, sending you proof of that? The anonymous thread of photos was another nightmare of yours, thanks to him. The last being a candid photo inside Grace’s room, her sleeping in her bed this morning and that’s when you decided you needed to get out. Of course, that didn’t go as planned.

“How am I supposed to do that when you have cameras in my house?!” You scoffed and he reeled back at the accusation, having the nerve to look impressed at being uncovered and caught red-handed.

“Oh my fucking God, it was you! You sick pervert!” You jumped out of his grip, your eyes wide and horrified. “I wasn’t aware of what to make of it but of course, it was you! Who else would be sick enough to do that?” You let out a humorless chuckle. You always put things past him even when you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t. When will you ever learn huh?

You were full on panicking yet again, this man was an assaulter, a stalker and a creep too. It would have made a good dark, psychological thriller for you to watch if you weren’t the protagonist about to suffer his obsession.

He reached out to steady you again, but you whipped and stumbled back, realizing too late that you elbowed Steve’s nose so bad that there was a crunch. That, right there, was the look a man real-fucking-furious on Steve’s face and now you could see the feared mobster, the man who was personally terrorizing you under the beautiful, Greek God façade.

Steve reacted so fast even with an injury that in a split second, your view of his face turned into a view of his crotch.

“You do realize that there are others ways for me to teach you obedience? I think it’s fucking time you show me your gratitude for my care and attention and apologize for your misconduct and unkind response.” Steve spoke with a hoarse voice, a voice running out of patience and just about done with defiance.

His hand fisted your hair, maintaining eye contact while he nodded between you and his crotch. You knew what he wanted, what he was expecting as ‘thanks’.

“Steve, please no, you don’t-”

His other hand grabbed your jaw, stopping you from speaking as he warned, “I think you have done just enough talking for today, so why don’t you put that tongue to a better use and show me how sorry you are. Better make it convincing because I’d hate to pay one of your friends a visit and then bitch about a nasty blowjob.” He smirked at the end of his monologue, eyes shining with triumph and amusement.

You wouldn’t let him harm anyone else, you couldn’t. You and your daughter were already knee-deep in a pit and at this point, it’d just be cruel to drag someone else in. With shaky hands opening his pants, you just hoped you could get Grace out before you eventually were buried in it.

“Now that’s a good girl. Submissive is a sexy look on you.” His hands patted your hair, playing with your tresses while yours pulled his pants and then briefs down.

His member jerked out, almost slapping you in the face as you recoiled at his insolence to get hard and erect at your torment. Your disdain must have shown which he took as admiration and derision to take his affluent cock in.

“No need to get shy, I have faith you’ll be able take it just as well in your pretty pussy as you will right now. Open up-”

“Steve, I beg you-”

Just as you had cut him off, he interrupted your pleading. Your gag reflex was probably the most efficient in the world but that turned this narcissist on. It had been years since you had done it, never with a man as beefy as Steve.

His taste was salty and if you had to put it into better words, it was the like overpriced sea salt flakes that you never bought. High and pricey and for the entitled.

Your hands clutched at his thighs as you blacked out multiple times; your jaw aching, uvula swaying and tears escaping. Him forcing himself on you brough a new sense of vulnerability as your body trembled. Steve relished like a sadist, practically rutting into you all by himself as you just sat there with your jaw unnaturally open.

His obscene moans and groans were crass and nauseating and you just prayed for this to be over soon and for no one to walk in on this, especially your kid.

It seemed like it would never end, your body dehydrating with all the spit it produced, the drool dribbling and landing just beside your knees on your printed rug. You would have to throw that out.

The tears stooped after some point, the sobbing an unnecessary action that just tired you out more on this eventful day. You moved your tongue around to prevent your teeth from scratching him when he shifted angles. If this was what he did on slightly mad, you didn’t want to find what he did for a more serious punishment.

Apparently, that action was something that turned him on even more, his breath hitching as neared closure. In broken whispers he demanded that again and you complied, wanting to get done with it.

He growled in the moment of his release and you tried to lean back but his grip didn’t relent. “Swallow.” His grainy, exasperated voice said out loud and you knew better than to defy.

He released you and you fell on to the rug, hip bruising by knocking into some furniture and tears coming back again after being hydrated by his seed. He packed himself, his smile smug and content as his expressions truly resembled ecstasy being personified.

“You be a good fiancée from now on and maybe you’ll have all your friends alive and present at our wedding. No cheeky business from now on, got it?” Steve hummed then and strutted out, not even bothering to listen to your reply.

As soon as the door slammed, your eyes closed and your demons danced again.

There was no right direction to take when you were stuck in a loop.

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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99fandomproblems · 2 years ago

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Lilah my dear, do you have any advice for how to unstuck a WIP? I have no trouble starting my fanfics and updating them regularly... at first. I later run out of steam in the middle of my story and instead of finishing it I start another WIP instead. 😪 I feel bad for my readers. I'm worried they'll get fed up with me.

Hi, Nonnie!

I hear you on this, I also prefer to start a brand new WIP (work in progress) sometimes instead of battling with a current one I'm stuck on.

But here's the thing, dear Nonnie, fanfic is a hobby. This is something we're doing for fun and in our spare time. If you enjoy the writing process when you start a new story, then keep doing that.

You have to follow your joy as a writer.

Lots of readers are fine with reading WIPs. I'm a reader, and I will read WIPs. Please don't feel bad or guilty for sharing your WIP. This is fandom, it is meant for sharing. It doesn't require being polished or 'perfect' to be worthy of sharing.

Don't gatekeep yourself from the joy of sharing fanfic!

As long as you are doing your part by tagging your posts/works on ao3 accurately, marking them as incomplete/works in progress, then it's up to the reader to click on it and read. You aren't doing anything 'wrong' by posting your work.

And, as I said above, lots of readers enjoy WIPs. Including me.

I wanted to get this part answered first because there is no need for you to feel bad about posting WIPs. I wanted to make that part very clear!

You post whatever you want, this is fandom and you are supposed to share things for other fans to find and click on to enjoy.

Now onto the part about getting a WIP 'unstuck'.

There's no easy answer for this, I'm sorry to say! (My own pile of WIPs are looking at me as I type this, lol.) Every writer is different.

Some will post WIPs, some won't.

Some have many WIPs! Some writers will let certain WIPs simmer on their own while they work on different WIPs.

Other writers prefer only one or two WIPs at a time.

I think, as with any writing advice, the best thing you can do for yourself, Nonnie, is to find which methods work best for YOU.

Not anyone else, but YOU.

You are the creator, the writer, so what process helps you create?

Speaking for myself, I don't mind posting WIPs but I try not to post too many at once or I know I'll feel stressed out by it. Which is entirely of my own making, readers don't generally hassle me for updates, so I put the stress on myself. Lol. I know by now that by X number of WIPs, I will begin to feel worried, so I try to not have more than X number going at once.

That's one little trick which helps me personally. But, and this is important, I do need multiple WIPs being posted because it helps me create. When I feel stuck on one story, I move it to the back burner for a while (picture a stove top cooker!) while I bring something else to the front boil and work on that for a bit. That's just how my brain likes to work/write. I enjoy two to three different stories going at once.

I even have my WIP folders on my computer named as such. Back burner, front burner, and so on.

If you find that you're a writer who ENJOYS multiple WIPs at once, maybe try this method, Nonnie? Back burner and front burner. It allows you to focus on one or two stories at a time, while a couple more are on the back burner. You can shuffle them around as needed.

And if anyone gets moody with you about your method, just tell them you are cooking. That's your method.

I hope this can help! If you try it out and it isn't for you, perhaps seek other writing methods, or consider hitting pause on some works while you focus on and finish the others, or whatever you think would work for you.

Please remember every writer is different, what works for some may not work for others. It's a bit trial and error until you find your groove, but I am confident you will find yours, Nonnie!

Keep writing, keep posting, and don't forget to enjoy yourself!

#answered asks #99 fandom problems #fanfiction writer #so many wips #work in progress #fandom #fannish culture #fanfiction reader #fanfiction #mod lilah

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sparklingnight02 · 2 years ago

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Updated rules for fanfic requests

Hey guys, if some of you have scrolled through my blog you'll probably remember the anonymous ask I got about taking fanfic requests, so for anyone wanting to request something, as of now I'm still willing to write stuff if you want, this is just an updated version of what I'm okay with writing and what I'm not.

At the moment, no Steven Universe, sorry I'm a little outta practice and only do RE8

What I WILL write:

-Non-con/dubious-con. I'm okay with some pretty dark stuff so it'll be rare you can request anything TOO dark.

-Canon character x OC. Sorry if your OC is a little out of character although I'll try to write them as close to in character as I can if you give me enough info on 'em to work with.

-Canon character x Reader. Since I know a lot of this fandom is basically made up of a lot of these types of posts lol of course I'm gonna have to do it too lol, I'm open to writing characters as whatever sexuality you want them and the reader as whatever gender you want.

-Canon character x Canon character. Which characters I'm okay shipping with each other and which I'm not can vary although as someone who you might know ships a few not-so-popular ships herself, feel free to ask me if I'll write certain ships or not, depending on what you want me to write I might make an exception for a ship I might not normally write for if I'm comfortable enough.

-Heavy smut/rough sex. Anything from BDSM to just simple missionary position sex is on the table with me, trust me, as someone who has a few weird kinks herself and is NOT shameful about 'em! Lol don't worry about asking for seriously kinky stuff anonymously, I won't judge if I know who you are.

-Platonic/familial character relations. I also don't JUST write romantic or sexual character fics so if you want me to write two characters together just as friends or family I'll do that too.

-Sequels. If I've written a fic or one-shot that you want a second or maybe even third or forth part, just send in an ask and I'll see if I can come up with anything for a sequel, or if you have a sequel in mind already tell me and I'll try to write a second part or maybe even more.

-Heavy angst/character death. Although I normally prefer fluffy or smutty stuff I'm still open to angst filled sob-fics lol although the character death part you might have to check with me about, although I'm no stranger to killing off characters, depending on how angsty their death is I might have to say no.

-Fanfics, headcanons, or one-shots. Currently I'm only taking bullet points headcanon requests although I'll let you know when I'm taking fic/one shot requests too. If you want me to write about something as headcanons rather than a fanfic or a one shot, please say so in the ask, if not I'll just default write it as a fanfic/one-shot.

-AUs. I'm also open to writing AUs as well as long as you give me enough details if you want me to write something about an AU you created.

-SOME crack fics/headcanons. Like with the character deaths thing, this is kind of a gray area where it all depends on how crazy you want me to go or what you actually want me to write, just ask if I'm okay with it and we'll see if I'm okay writing it or not.

What I WON'T write:

-Male character x Male character sex. Sorry guys but as a cis woman myself who doesn't really read much smut about this kind of thing you might have to find someone else to write this, I just don't feel too comfortable writing male gay sex as someone who isn't male myself or doesn't have a penis.

-Piss kink/scat fetish/vore/feet fetish. Sorry guys although I just find some of those kinks WAY too gross/uncomfortable to write, no shame to anyone who DOES find it sexy although I'm not really one of those.

-Moreau x Anyone. Sorry guys and no hate to fishboy although as someone who hasn't written a lot about him I'm a little outta practice so would probably not know how to write him in a romantic setting, I can still write platonic/familial stuff with him just please no romantic or sexual stuff.

-Anything/anyone yandere! Sorry guys, I know I said it's very unlikely anything will be TOO dark for me although yandere is one of the rare few types of fics that is, I just feel WAY too uncomfortable writing yandere stuff.

-Dimitrescu Daughters x each other/the other lords. This one is probably mostly for on Ao3 although as someone who's seen some of this stuff there before, this is just to say I am NOT comfortable shipping ANY of Alcina's daughters with the other lords or each other, the only exception I'll make is maybe any of the daughters and Donna, although anything else is just too much like incest to me, no shame on anyone who DOES ship 'em though and doesn't see them as family although personally I do so it's just too uncomfortable for me.

-Donna x Angie!! As someone who knows this type of stuff exists on Ao3, just NO!! I am NOT writing anything like that!!

-Lord x Lord/Mother Miranda incest. This is along the same idea as the Dimi daughters being shipped with any of the other RE8 villains, although I'm willing to write stuff between the lords and Miranda IF you make it clear they do NOT see each other as family, if it's some kind of kink/fetish thing where you find them hot/sexy/anything BECAUSE they're siblings and are having sex or something, I'm sorry ew, no, I don't do that, the closest I'll write is if they refer to each other as brother/sister in a joking/mocking manner, if they GENUINELY see each other as brother/sister and are having sex or something, I'm not writing that.

-Certain character deaths. Like I said for stuff I WILL write, character deaths is kind of a gray area for me, if you're not sure if I'll write something or not feel free to ask and I'll let ya know if I will or won't, always check if you're not sure, like I said, I might make exceptions depending on what exactly you want.

-Character match ups. Sorry guys although if you want someone to write something about which RE8 character they think should be your partner, sorry but I'm not too good at that so won't be doing those.

-Crack stuff. As someone who's done a few pretty ridiculous stuff herself with friends in my DMs, I'm open to at least inviting crack fics/headcanons, whether or not I'll actually write 'em though depends on how crazy you want me to go.

-Anyone outside of RE8. Sorry guys but as someone who's only seen the RE8 gameplay I don't know enough about the other RE characters to write for them .

Characters/Ships I will write: 🧑‍🤝‍🧑=will write platonically/familially.💏=will write romantically. 🍑=will write smut.

Alcina Dimitrescu:

-Alcina Dimitrescu x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Alcina Dimitrescu x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Donna Beneviento.👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Karl Heisenberg. 👫 (lol in these two's cases, very unlikely I'll be writing them as FRIENDS 😂)

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Mother Miranda. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 DON'T JUMP ON ME FOR THIS!!! IF YOU CAN'T RESPECT MY OPINIONS JUST MOVE ON OR REQUEST SOMETHING ELSE!!! I WILL BLOCK AND REPORT YOU IF YOU START LEAVING HATE ABOUT THIS!!!

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑 (lol yes, sorry Alcithan shippers/Mia haters 😂)

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Rosemary Winters. 👭

-Alcina Dimitrescu x Chris Redfield.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨 Lmao, highly doubt anyone will ever actually ask for something like this although just wanted you to know in case you do, I'm open to at least TRYING lol. 🤣

Bela Dimitrescu:

-Bela Dimitrescu x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Bela Dimitrescu x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Bela Dimitrescu x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭

-Bela Dimitrescu x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭

-Bela Dimitrescu x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Bela Dimitrescu x Donna Beneviento. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Bela Dimitrescu x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Bela Dimitrescu x Karl Heisenberg. 👫

-Bela Dimitrescu x Mother Miranda. 👭

-Bela Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters.👫💏🍑 Lol yes, if anyone wants me to write something like this I WILL do it too. 😂

-Bela Dimitrescu x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Bela Dimitrescu x Rosemary Winters. 👭

-Bela Dimitrescu x Chris Redfield.👫💏 Also this lol, I'm just curious to see if I'll ever actually get any requests for this stuff.

Cassandra Dimitrescu:

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Donna Beneviento. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Karl Heisenberg. 👫

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Mother Miranda. 👭

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 Lol yes I will write ALL Dimi daughters with Ethan, just not at the same time though.

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Rosemary Winters. 👭

-Cassandra Dimitrescu x Chris Redfield.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨 I will also write all RE8 female villains with Chris too lol if you seriously want me to or if you just want it done as a crackfic.

Daniela Dimitrescu:

-Daniela Dimitrescu x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Daniela Dimitrescu x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Donna Beneviento. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Karl Heisenberg. 👫

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Mother Miranda. 👭

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Ethan Winters. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Daniela Dimitrescu x teenage!Rosemary Winters.👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩 Lol yes, Dani is the only one of the Dimi sisters I'll ship with the ENTIRE Winters family, although for the sake of not angering tumblr or something I'm gonna age up Rosemary to at least 18 so she's not underaged if anyone is gonna say something about that. 😬

-Daniela Dimitrescu x Chris Redfield. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

Donna Beneviento:

-Donna Beneviento x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Donna Beneviento x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Karl Heisenberg.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 DON'T JUMP DOWN MY THROAT ABOUT THIS SHIP EITHER!!! ANYONE WHO HAS SEEN SOME OF THE STUFF I REBLOG/LIKE ON THIS BLOG WILL KNOW I SHIP DONNABERG!!! I DON'T HARASS PEOPLE WHO SEE THEM AS SIBLINGS AND THINK THIS SHIP IS GROSS SO DON'T HARASS ME FOR NOT SEEING THEM AS SIBLINGS AND THINKING THIS SHIP IS CUTE!!!

-Donna Beneviento x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Donna Beneviento x Mother Miranda. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑(Only if they don't see each other as family)

-Donna Beneviento x Ethan Winters.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 Personally although I think these two would be better as just friends than a couple although I've seen a few people here who ship these two so am still willing to write these two romantically or sexually.

-Donna Beneviento x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Donna Beneviento x Rosemary Winters. 👭

-Donna Beneviento x Chris Redfield. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

Salvatore Moreau: (Like I said before, I don't really know how to write Moreau romantically so please none of that although I'm willing to write platonic/familial stuff so everything in his section will be everything I'm willing to write platonically with him.)

-Salvatore Moreau x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑

-Salvatore Moreau x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑

-Salvatore Moreau x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Bela Dimitrescu. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Donna Beneviento. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Karl Heisenberg. 👬

-Salvatore Moreau x Mother Miranda. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Ethan Winters. 👬

-Salvatore Moreau x Mia Winters. 👫

-Salvatore Moreau x Rosemary Winters. 👫

Karl Heisenberg: (just no smut if the reader/OC/character has a penis please, like I said before, as a cis woman, I just don't think I'd be able to write that too well)

-Karl Heisenberg x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏

-Karl Heisenberg x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏

-Karl Heisenberg x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👫

-Karl Heisenberg x Bela Dimitrescu. 👫

-Karl Heisenberg x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👫

-Karl Heisenberg x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👫

-Karl Heisenberg x Donna Beneviento.👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 Again, don't even THINK about harassing me about this.

-Karl Heisenberg x Salvatore Moreau. 👬

-Karl Heisenberg x Ethan Winters. 👬👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Karl Heisenberg x Mia Winters. 👫

-Karl Heisenberg x Rosemary Winters. 👫

Mother Miranda:

-Mother Miranda x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Mother Miranda x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Mother Miranda x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭

-Mother Miranda x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Mother Miranda x Donna Beneviento. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Mother Miranda x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Mother Miranda x Ethan Winters. 👫(Only because I myself have an AU where these two are actually friends)

-Mother Miranda x Mia Winters. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑NOTHING TOXIC!!! Guys, PLEASE!!!

-Mother Miranda x Chris Redfield. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨 Saw this ship on twitter and wanted to see if anyone would request it. 😂

Ethan Winters: (Again, please, no smut if the character has a penis)

-Ethan Winters x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Ethan Winters x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Ethan Winters x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑 Again, ANY harassment about this will get you reported.

-Ethan Winters x Bela Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Ethan Winters x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Ethan Winters x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Ethan Winters x Donna Beneviento. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Ethan Winters x Salvatore Moreau. 👬

-Ethan Winters x Karl Heisenberg. 👬👨‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Ethan Winters x Mother Miranda. 👫

-Ethan Winters x Mia Winters. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑(again, sorry Alcithan shippers 😂)

-Ethan Winters x Rosemary Winters. 👫

-Ethan Winters x Chris Redfield. 👬

Mia Winters:

-Mia Winters x any gender reader. 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Mia Winters x OC. (Any gender) 🧑‍🤝‍🧑💏🍑

-Mia Winters x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Mia Winters x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Mia Winters x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Mia Winters x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Mia Winters x Donna Beneviento. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑

-Mia Winters x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Mia Winters x Karl Heisenberg. 👫

-Mia Winters x Mother Miranda. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩🍑 Again, anything toxic I won't do!

-Mia Winters x Ethan Winters. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Mia Winters x Rosemary Winters. 👭

-Mia Winters x Chris Redfield. 👫

Rosemary Winters:

-Rosemary Winters x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👭

-Rosemary Winters x Bela Dimitrescu. 👭

-Rosemary Winters x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👭

-teenage!Rosemary Winters x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👭👩‍❤‍💋‍👩

-Rosemary Winters x Donna Beneviento. 👭

-Rosemary Winters x Salvatore Moreau. 👫

-Rosemary Winters x Karl Heisenberg. 👫

-Rosemary Winters x Ethan Winters. 👫

-Rosemary Winters x Mia Winters. 👭

-Rosemary Winters x Chris Redfield. 👫

Chris Redfield: I'll try my best to write him although I dunno how good it'll be.

-Chris Redfield x Alcina Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Chris Redfield x Bela Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Chris Redfield x Cassandra Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Chris Redfield x Daniela Dimitrescu. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Chris Redfield x Donna Beneviento. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨🍑

-Chris Redfield x Mother Miranda. 👫👩‍❤‍💋‍👨

-Chris Redfield x Ethan Winters. 👬

-Chris Redfield x Mia Winters. 👫

-Chris Redfield x Rosemary Winters. 👫

I'm also willing to write threesome/polyamory stuff between certain characters so feel free to ask if I'll do something like that too.

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You’re Worth It (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are the resident therapist for the Avengers and Steve asks you for a favor. He wants you to have a therapy session with Bucky. Then you find out that Bucky wasn’t exactly aware of this plan.

Warnings: some cursing, Bucky’s angsty past, a couple small sexual innuendo. Also like a ton of angst but I promise that it does get better lol.

A/N: This is my first fanfic on here. I posted some Harry Potter ones before this, but I reread them and thought I could do better. So, here we are! Thank you for reading and if you want this to turn into more parts, I can totally do that. <3

You had been in your office preparing for your next patient when Steve walked in.

“Hey, Dr. Y/L/N, can I ask you for a favor?” He asked, putting his hands in a praying motion.

“Yeah, absolutely! I do have a patient soon, though.” You replied. You were glad to help, Steve is a great patient and has been improving impressively. So well, in fact, you didn’t know if he would even need to see you much longer.

“Do you know Bucky Barnes? He’s an old pal of mine. He has been against going to therapy for a long time, but you’ve helped me so much and Bucky needs some help too I think. Plus, he saw you around the tower and thought you were cute.” Steve says.

You blushed at that last part, silently wishing you didn’t. You had a rule against dating any patient or anyone in the tower, since it would just be awkward when you inevitably break up. Every relationship you’ve ever been in hasn’t lasted long, considering you’ve never been able to find someone you truly liked.

“Yeah, of course I know Bucky. You don’t shut up about him during your therapy sessions and I’ve seen him sulking around the tower myself. I would love to help him, but like I said, I have another patient soon. I will only have therapy with him if it’s his choice though. And I think he’s absolutely gorgeous but I have a rule against dating anyone who lives or works in the Tower.” You explained.

You looked at the time, Tony Stark, your next patient, would be here any minute. You were the sole therapist for Avengers Tower. There maybe should have been another one, but Tony had one session with you and said that you were the best he’s ever had and no one would ever dare be a therapist and step into his tower again. He even gave you the title of ‘Chief of Mental Health’ despite being literally the only person in that department.

Steve must have noticed you checking your watch, because he said ,”Oh, and I bribed Tony to change his appointment and give it to Bucky, so you kind of have no choice.”

You looked up, “What? Who knew that Mr. Captain America himself was a cunning little bitch.” You joked, shaking your head. You and Steve, hell, you and everyone in the tower had that kind of relationship. And, he knew you swore like a sailor, so he even ignored it sometimes.

At that moment, Bucky walked in. He looked so handsome with his shoulder-length hair and baby blue eyes. He even looked a little nervous. Well, that’s not surprising, you thought. Everyone, even you, was a tad nervous on the first session.

Steve put up one finger and said, “Let me talk to Buck alone for one moment.” You nodded and he walked Bucky out to the hallway and shut your door. You heard whispers being exchanged and was a little confused but whatever, you thought. You were sure he’s just giving Bucky encouragement.

You went over and sat down on your grey seat and picked up your chamomile tea. That was probably your favorite part of being a therapist, getting to sit down in comfy chairs all day with your tea. Besides helping people of course.

The door opened once again, with Bucky and Steve reappearing. “Thanks for doing this again, Dr. Y/L/N! Bucky will love you.” Steve said, patting Bucky on the back. You smiled and he exited, leaving only a nervous-looking Bucky standing there.

“Why don’t you come over and sit on the comfortable couch across from me, Bucky?” You motion, pointing over to the couch across from your current chair. He nods and goes to the couch. Well, at least he looks a bit more comfortable, you think to yourself.

“So, what do you want to talk about? Anything is on the table.” You say. You’ve found that not going straight to the tough topics help patients build their trust with you more.

“Well, doll, how about you tell me about yourself first.” He says, getting a bit more confident now. Doll? That’s an odd name to call your therapist. But whatever, you’re sure they used it a lot in the old days. Letting it slide, you try to answer his question.

“Well, I was born and raised here in New York City. I got my PhD. in psychology from NYU and I have an apartment in Brooklyn. I got this job after only one session with Tony Stark and now I am the therapist for the Avengers.” Sure, it was a lot of work, but you absolutely loved your job. Helping the heroes who risk their life to save yours and everyone else’s was the least you could do, you thought.

Bucky nodded and said, “I’m from Brooklyn. Looks much different now than it did when I lived there though. A PhD.? Damn doll, you must be super smart.”

You smiled at his compliment. “Thank you. It wasn’t easy, but it was definitely worth all the late nights studying.”

“So, anything else you want to know about me before we get started?” You asked, getting your notebook to prepare to write notes about Bucky and how to best help him.

“Get started? Damn, doll. I was thinking we could grab a coffee before we ‘get started.’ But it’s good with me, I guess the girls roll a little different in this time than the 40′s.” Bucky says, chuckling to himself.

You were in the middle of getting to the correct page in the notebook but paused when you heard what he said. What did he think you meant when you said ‘get started’? It sounded very different from your meaning. And getting coffee? It almost sounded like he thought this was a date? You shook your head at that thought. No way could he possibly be that confused. And Steve said he thought you were cute, but you seriously doubted that the Bucky Barnes would even consider going on a date with you. So no, it definitely couldn’t be that. But whatever he thought this was, there was obviously a miscommunication that you had to clear up.

“Uh, Bucky? I think you must be confused. Steve told me that he convinced you to have a therapy session with me this afternoon. What did you think this was?” You ask, a little scared of the answer.

At hearing this, Bucky seemed very confused. “What do you mean, Steve told me that we were meeting here before going out on our date?”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. What does he mean by ‘our date’?

“Uh, Steve never said to me that we were going on a date. He told me that he convinced you to have a therapy session with me...” You said, shaking your head in confusion. This made no sense, what was going on?

Apparently that was the conclusion Bucky just got to as well, because he looked up, a little embarrassed and said, “I’m so sorry. Steve told me that you wanted to go on a date with me and that we were going to meet in your office before going out. I never would have agreed to this if I knew what he was really doing. I’m just going to leave, I’m so sorry for wasting your time.” Bucky raced his hand through his long hair and stood up, walking to the door.

At first, you were a little stunned. The Steve you knew, the world knew, would never pull a trick on anyone, especially his best friend. You knew him enough through your sessions to know that he would only do this if he absolutely had to. Which means he must be desperate for his friend to get the mental help he needed. Also, Bucky was just so damn cute and you have had the biggest crush on him ever since you went to the Captain America exhibit in the local museum for a school trip. You always saw him in the pictures with Steve, his heart-stopping smile still doing wonders on you despite the worn black and white photo.

So, you jumped up right when his hand touched the door handle to leave and probably never see you again. “W-Wait!” You said, hating your stutter but just cringed and kept going when you saw him turn around curiously. “While you’re here you might as well just talk to me. If you hate it, you never have to see me again and can just ignore me in the halls. But, if this session does help you, maybe we can schedule a bit more and see where it goes. I really think I can help you, Bucky.” After you finish your awkward speech, you just smiled and waited for his definite and irreversible no. Well, at least you got the chance to help him, you thought.

He just sighed and shrugged saying, “Well, I’m already here I guess. But are you sure this could end at any time and that you even want to help me after my dumb friend tricked me into embarrassing myself?”

You smiled and that last part and smiled, just grateful for the opportunity to help someone so burdened and has done so much for the world.

Bucky walked back over the his chair and said, “So, Doc, how do we start this?”

You grabbed your notebook again and turned to the right page again. “This is your session, it can start with however you want. But it might help to start from the beginning. How did you feel when you got drafted into a World War when you were only 18?”

He looked deep in thought and said, “Wow, no one ever asked me that.” He sighed before adding, “Of course it was my duty to fight and all that, but I was angry at the world for forcing kids who just barely turned adults to fight their wars for them. I knew it was going to be an adventure, but honestly I was scared shitless, doll.”

You nod, your empathy for him skyrocketing even though you guys just started.

And that’s how your bi-weekly sessions with Bucky would usually go. You guys talked about a whole manner of things, like his past in the 1940′s, his brainwashing with HYDRA, Steve saving him, and his nightmares from everything included. You two were closer than you normally let yourself get to patients. You didn’t know if it was because of everything he had gone through, or maybe even that you finally got to talk and help the Avenger who needed you most, but you honestly didn’t care. Your sessions with him really seemed to help him and now he hasn’t had a nightmare in over 2 months. Bucky seemed a lot happier and waved and talked to you in the halls. Steve even said that he hasn’t seen Bucky like this since the 40′s. You thought that with all things considered, he had a ton of improvement. You two had only been meeting for about 6 months and his progress was truly great;

You tried to forget that in your first meeting he thought you were going on a date and even apparently called you pretty. You knew that nothing romantic should ever come out of your patient and therapist relationship since it was obviously wrong. Every therapist knew that under no circumstances should you date your patient. It would always hurt the patient’s mental health even more and that was the opposite of your job. You suppose it could technically happen if you stopped being his personal therapist but it wouldn’t be worth it. All of his hard work would have been for nothing.

But you couldn’t help but think what if? What if it ended up working out? What if he got another therapist and you could date him? What if he was the one? But no, you were getting ahead of yourself, you thought. Bucky was great and handsome and so, so perfect. He was honestly everything you wanted in a partner. And still, you couldn’t take the leap. If it didn’t work out and you were possibly the reason his mental health got worse you could never forgive yourself. So every appointment with him you just smiled and tried to ignore that pressing need, even though you were beating yourself up for either being a coward or for being so selfish that you wanted to take that chance.

One day you were in the middle of researching new ways to help a client’s recent mental health issue and trying to (and failing) ignore a certain issue when Bucky walked in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous look on his face. You stood up, very confused but nonetheless making yourself known.

“Uh, Y/N? Could I maybe talk to you for a minute?” He asked. You’ve never seen him dressed so well. Normally he just wore either workout clothes or sweatpants. You two even often joked together that he owned no normal clothes.

“Yeah of course. I’m sorry I didn’t know we had a session today.” You said, cursing yourself for making such a mistake. Usually you were pretty good with schedules, even though working with the entire compound was a bit much to remember.

“Oh, we don’t. I just wanted to ask you a question.” Bucky said, biting his lip. A nervous tick that you soon discovered in one of your early sessions together.

“Sure, ask away.” You replied. You were getting a little worried. Surely he didn’t want to end your appointments together, right? Did you do something wrong?

“First of all, these are for you.” He said nervously as he handed you the flowers. You smiled, surprised that he remembered you telling him your that your favorite was y/f/f while complaining that the local florist didn’t have them during one of your bi-weekly meetings. “Thank you, these are absolutely beautiful. I love them.” You smiled and walked over to a window ledge with a vase on it and put them in, admiring how they looked in the sunlight.

When you were finished admiring them you walked back over to Bucky. “Thank you again, they really are beautiful. I don’t even remember the last time someone was so nice and got flowers for me.” You said and hugged him. You knew he wasn’t that great with personal touch but surprised you when he hugged you back pretty quickly. For a moment you just focused on being in his arms but then soon thought of how inappropriate it would look to an outsider and reluctantly pulled away.

“So, what did you want to ask? Is everything okay?” You ask, quickly remembering that something could be wrong with him.

“Yeah, of course everything is fine. You truly are a great therapist, Y/N. You’ve got a gift.” Bucky said. You blushed at his words and hated that your color would give away your inappropriate feelings possibly. His words did calm you down though. But if it wasn’t about therapy, then what else could it be about?

Feeling your blush go down finally, you nodded and urged him to go on, now too curious to wait it felt like.

He sighed and nervously ran his hand through his hair. “You have to promise me that if this goes wrong, our relationship won’t be ruined. It’s too important for me to ruin by being an idiot.” You immediately promised. Normally you would be cautious about such a thing but you have never trusted anyone this quickly and this much with Bucky.

After he saw your quick agreement, he went on. “So, these past couple weeks, well since we’ve started meeting actually, I was interested in you. I was never going to act on it in a million years but you’ve helped me so much and I think we could really be great together. And Steve might have noticed me staring at you and telling me I should do something about it.” He chuckled. “So, want to go on a real date? I would go the whole 9 yards, nice restaurant and everything. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do and know that our relationship isn’t necessarily the easiest to become romantic. I just think you're worth it, doll. You're worth all of it.” He stopped and bit his lip again, waiting for your response.

Your heart soared when you heard his speech. No one had every made you feel this way. You were about to say yes, so close in fact, but then you remembered the real truth. You are his therapist, his doctor, his advocate. That was special and meant something to you. You knew he wanted this but it was your responsibility to make the hard choice, to do what you honestly hated to do but thought was right.

“No, Buck. I’m sorry but I can’t. I just think it could ruin all your hard work and that’s the last thing that I want to do. It just shouldn’t be risked.” You said. Telling him that felt like vomit was coming up and you felt even worse when you saw him look dejected and lose his smile so quickly because of you.

You moved your arm to touch his and try to support him the best you could within your boundaries but he saw you trying to do it and moved before you could touch him. And that really hurt.

You opened your mouth to try and say that you wanted to say yes, that it wasn’t him and just your job but he put up his hand to stop you and said,”No, I shouldn't have asked, I’m sorry.” before walking out.

After the door shut you just closed your mouth in surprise of how this could all go so wrong before falling on the ground and just sobbing. You were hyperventilating soon and snot was going everywhere but you just didn’t care. You were the therapist, the one who knew all the mental health tips and tricks but you were too broken to think logically and it felt good to just let yourself cry.

This stayed the same for two straight weeks. Bucky rescheduled every meeting and put himself into more missions, especially the more dangerous ones. You would cry yourself to sleep nearly every night and by the morning, your eyes were really puffy and swollen from the night before. Everyone in the tower knew something was going wrong and you could feel their stares of sympathy and worry. You felt terrible but what felt even worse was that you weren’t even speaking with Bucky anymore. And as bad as you felt, you couldn’t help but be even more worried for him. You were prepared to just wallow in your own self-pity and cry for the nth time when Steve knocked on the door and walked in when you were in your office, just drinking chamomile tea and looking at the flowers Bucky got you.

“Hey Doc, how’s it going?” He asked, sitting down and looking worried. You just looked up at him and decided to finally cut the shit and get right to what you were worried about. “Steve, how’s Bucky? And tell me the truth, I’ll find out eventually.” Steve sighed and said, “Honestly he’s not doing great. He looks like crap and is throws himself into missions. Bucky also keeps taking stupid risks that could leave him wounded or even worse. We’ve all spoken with him and he just ignores it. I think the only thing that would really fix him is talking with you. he’s never been like this before, I just don’t know what to do.”

You knew that he would probably tell you the last part, that he feels out of control. Control issues was what you most talked about with Steve during your sessions. Not that you could blame him, you would definitely have them too after everything he has gone through. But that could be discussed in your future sessions with him. Right now, you just wished everything was back to normal.

You nodded sadly, even more worried for him now. But Steve talking to you changed something. You needed to talk to Bucky. And right now. Your fear of rejection was high and you knew there was a fairly high chance that he was too hurt to trust you and that he would probably say no but you didn’t care. Even if he rejected you, you didn’t care. As long as he would be better and your relationship went back to normal, you could live with it. Even if it would take a long time to get better after this, he would be worth it.

So you just looked up, your mind set on what you had to do. “Where is he? I need to find him right now.”

Steve looked up surprised and said, “Uh, in his room I think. He just signed up for another hard mission and we asked him not to but he insisted. He’s probably getting ready since he will have to leave soon.”

After hearing this, you jumped up frantically while yelling “Thank you so much Steve!” as you ran out, not even caring to stop the door from slamming.

Now, even though you worked in a tower full of superheroes, you were only the therapist and still haven’t ran in a while. So you ran and ignored all the stares of the workers and Avengers. When you finally got there, you were out of breath and breathing hard. But still, you worked through your mini heart attack and knock on the door, still frantic.

You heard some rustling behind the door and a few mumbled curse words when he began saying loudly, “Steve, I’m fine. I’m going on that mission whether you think I should or no-” Bucky opened the door and once he saw you, a probably sweaty, red, and gross you, finished with a confused “-not?”

You put up one finger to signal for him to give you a moment to catch your breath. After that, you joked, “Guess I need to workout more.”

“No, I think you look great. Uh, n-not that my opinion matters or anything. If you think you need to work out then that’s what you should do.” He said, nervously stuttering but nodding at his final sentence like by catching it he saved himself from saying something wrong.

He cleared his throat before continuing. “So, how can I help you? I do have to leave on a mission soon though.”

It broke your heart how formally he was speaking, almost like you were complete strangers.

Maybe you should go, you thought. But no, you had to. Bucky was worth the embarrassment you could possibly face, whether you two were going to date or not. Forcing yourself to remember that, you steeled yourself and said, “I’m sorry Bucky, about everything I said. That date sounded amazing, it really did. I wanted to go and I still do. I was just worried about how inappropriate it would be for a therapist to date their patient. I didn’t want your mental health to backtrack and I honestly thought that I was doing the right thing. But I miss you, Buck. I miss you terribly. And you're worth all of the risks to me, you outweigh them all. So please don’t go on that mission, let someone else take the dumb risks. From what I’ve heard you have taken enough for a while. Please, just stay with me and we can talk?” You looked up at him pleadingly and saw him pull out his phone before shutting the door in your face.

That shut door hurt you, but you were prepared for it and sighed. It was too good to be true, you guessed. The fairytale ending, the white picket fence, the handsome husband. You turned around, prepared to walk away with the thought of going back to your apartment and drowning your sorrows in chamomile tea and tissues when you heard the door open behind you and felt a hand grab yours to turn you around.

And there was Bucky, smiling like an absolute idiot. And at first you thought that he was making fun of you, but even then you still thought he looked handsome with that smile. “Sam’s in. He’ll take the mission for me.” He said.

“What?” was all you could muster. You had no idea what he was talking about it sounded almost like... That’s when you heard Sam on speaker phone, “Yep, that’s right sweetheart. I’m gonna do the dumb mission. Kiss Bucky real good for me, sucks I can’t be there to do it myself.” Then you heard Sam make a bunch of kissy noises and that’s when Bucky said, “Enough of him.” And ended the call. Then he grabbed your hand once more and shut the door behind you. He backed you against his door with him so close to you that your chest was touching his.

You were still in shock of your luck when Bucky leaned in and kissed you. You were a little shocked but soon kissed him back, and hard. It was like you were underwater and he was the oxygen. The kiss soon turned rougher and you did not mind at all.

A couple hours later you were both laying on the bed, snuggling and watching a dumb movie that both of you weren’t even paying attention to. You were both just too wrapped up in each other’s presence. “Hey, I think you got some of that exercise you mentioned needing. Maybe we could even do some more if you want.” Bucky said, looking down at you and laughing.

You hit him lightly but couldn’t help from laughing hard as well. Only hours ago you thought that you wouldn’t get anything with Bucky. No happy ending, white picket fence, and with Bucky, the whole package. But no, you got much more than that. So much more.

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