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itgetsdark-x · 2 years ago

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Hi💗 Love all your works sm😭.You are so freaking talented 😍😍🥲💘

I would like to read a therapeutic smut with our curly bf Javi 🤭 ( requester is trying to have no shame lol) .

Ok, javi gutierrez/his gf reader where reader is anxious about her upcoming project. They have a small talk about her anxiety. Javi is trying his best to support her. Then reader admits that she craves for being comforted sometimes. ( daddy issues caused the lack of confidence👀) . So mention of daddy issues, then it all somehow turns into: thigh riding, praise kink,dirty talk, daddy kink and forehead kisses 🥺, oral (f/m receiving or both 💀), p in v 😗.

The whole vibe is supporting gf turns into hot dom/sub 🫂=>🥵

It's just a request and I do it for the first time. So I hope I didn't get carried away too much🥴. Anyway, waiting for your reply.

Have a nice day💕x

P. S. If u like the idea u could name it "Skinny-dip inside your mind" ( the quote from Lana's new album). If u would like to ofc ✨💗🤗 ok bye x

A/N: okay, this request really spoke to my all my mommy/ daddy issues and I couldn’t resist. I love how detailed you made it and I just hope it lives up to your expectations lol. thank you so much for taking the time to send in a request and for the kind words! I’m sorry it took a lil while!

Summary: Javi had always been the most perfect boyfriend; he was attentive, loving and nothing ever seemed like it was too much for you. He knew you were struggling mentally recently and knew exactly what you needed to feel better.

Characters: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, minors dni!, mentions of parental death, daddy issues, mentions of anxiety / mental health issues, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation. (Probs other stuff, it’s mainly just smut lol, you have been warned)

Word Count: 4.3k

You slammed the lid of your laptop down and collapsed your aching head into your crossed arms. You slowly allowed yourself to cry and within minutes, you were sobbing into your arms, you were so wrapped up in your own feelings that you hadn’t heard Javi, your boyfriend, come home.

“Mi amor,” he frowned, rushing to sit beside you at the kitchen table. He quickly wrapped a strong arm around you and stroked through your hair affectionately. “What’s happened? Who has made you feel this way?” He asked, his voice concerned.

“J-Javi” you sobbed, lifting your head to peer at your boyfriend with red, streaming eyes. “W-work. It’s just, this stupid project and article I need to write. If I don’t have it ready and completed by the end of the week, it’s going to be a disaster. I have to get the shoot finalised and I just know it’s going to go all wrong because I’m useless.” You sobbed, your voice coming out as wrecked cries.

Javi frowned at you, as his fingers stroked through your hair still, just trying to offer a small glimmer of comfort to you as you cried. Your body shook as you sat there, you took a moment to try and focus on your breathing but you could already feel your chest tightening and your breaths got more shallow and speedy.

“Baby,” He whispered. “Come on, look at me. Look at me, that’s it.” He cooed softly as you looked at him, your eyes were still streaming with tears but the panic was evident in them now as you struggled to suck in a breath. “Breathe for me, hermosa. That’s it, take a deep breath. Do it with me.” He instructed and placed a soft hand to your heaving chest as he helped you take in a deep breath.

You shut your eyes and listened to your boyfriend’s voice, you did as he instructed and soon, your breathing returned to normal and you calmed down a little. You rarely let Javi see you like this, if you were going to have a panic attack or cry, you would excuse yourself and deal with it alone as you didn’t feel he deserved to have to see you like this. Still, there were some occasions where you couldn’t stop it.

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled, grabbing your laptop and opening it once again to deflect from having to look at a concerned Javi.

His fingers gently pried the laptop from your grasp and he quickly closed it down, sliding it away from you. You tried to take it back but Javi shook his head no and stroked your cheek gently.

“No, I’m sorry, mi amor. You’re done working for the day, it’ll still be there tomorrow and I can help plan some things for the shoot for you. I have my contacts and you should take advantage of that.”

You shook your head no, and immediately you felt the panic rising in your throat like a poisonous acid; you needed to work, you needed to get it all right and the fact that you weren’t in control had you spiralling again.

“Speak to me, my love. Please. Just… I’ve not seen you like this for a while. Speak to me.” He whispered.

“Javi…” you sighed. “This project at work is major, it’s my first time being in charge of a whole shoot and feature. I need to nail it, and, and I just feel like I’m not doing that. I feel like it’s going all wrong and suddenly, I’m twelve again and my dad is yelling at me for doing everything wrong.” You rambled, your voice raising at the end.

You had stood from the kitchen table and you were now pacing the length of it, your arms were wrapped around your waist, trying to comfort yourself as you spoke. You shared everything with Javi; your hopes, your dreams, what you want exactly from life but for some reason, you hadn’t ever spoken about your dad. It was a tough subject for you to bring up and you dreaded it every having to be spoken about.

“Your father?” Javi asked, he turned in his seat and watched you pace the room; he knew better than to stop you. “You never speak about your father…” he mumbled.

“Yeah,” you laughed bitterly. “There’s a reason for that.” You shrugged, not giving your boyfriend much to work on.

Javi didn’t move, he watched you and waited silently; he knew how your brain worked and if he kept quiet he knew you would soon spill the beans, more so than if he questioned you at every corner.

“As you know, my mom passed away when I was around four years old, well, it broke my dad, of course it did. And well, because of that he was pretty absent whilst I was growing up… Absent besides the times he would yell at me, he blamed me for mom’s death and said that it should have been me that died, not her. He said that if I wasn’t born then mom wouldn’t have turned to drugs as a comfort.” You recalled painfully as tears slowly trickled down your face.

“Cariño, we both know that isn’t true. Your dad just needed someone to blame, I’m sorry.” Javi sighed sadly, he wished he could take every ounce of pain from you so you never had to feel it. He was stood in front of you now and he held your face gently in his hands; he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and you near melted into his touch. “Why don’t you come and sit on the couch with me, just for a bit and maybe after dinner, if you feel better you could do a bit more work. Would that help?”

You nodded slowly and allowed yourself to be led into the front room with Javi, he sat you down on the couch and closed the curtains behind you, knowing that you prefer to be in darker surroundings when you’re feeling anxious and sad. You couldn’t help but smile slightly as he fussed around you, he got you a glass of water and demanded you at least tried to drink half. You felt safe and comforted, it was something you always craved.

“Thank you, Javi.” You sighed, your arm draped across his tummy as you cuddled into his side further. “You have no idea how much I crave to be comforted like this… I’ve never told you before because I didn’t want you to look at me differently, what with all my daddy issues.” You half joked.

“I would never look at you differently. Never. I’ll always look after you, my beautiful girl.” He said softly and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I do worry about you though… I mean, I am so proud of you getting that promotion at work but it seems since your anxiety has been through the roof.”

You opened your mouth to protest, pretending you had no idea what he meant but Javi cut you off with a stern look.

“Mi amor, I’m not a complete idiot… I’ve seen you sneaking off to cry, I’ve left you alone as you usually prefer to weather these storms by yourself, it’s killed me but I’ve been trying to do what I think you want. Maybe you should speak with work, maybe get some time off…” he said softly, his fingers stroking patterns on the bare skin of your legs.

“You know I can’t do that… I can’t take time off but you’re right, I’ve been a mess lately. I’m sorry. It’s just… well, I didn’t tell you, clearly, but my dad messaged me the other day and said he wants to meet you. I keep him at a distance and rarely see him but he heard from another family member about our relationship and how I moved out to Spain to be with you and surprise, surprise, he now wants to be dad of the year.” You frowned, curling yourself into Javi’s side further, feeling his protective arm around you.

“We can have him stay, only if you want to. If not, we don’t. It’s as simple as that, hermosa. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You nodded as your fingers lazily traced over the freckles on Javi’s arm, your mind was swimming with all the options of what could happen if you did or didn’t have your dad to stay, or what would happen with work if you opened up about the recent anxieties; you got caught up in your own head again and were only pulled out by Javi speaking once again.

“You’re thinking too much…” he sighed. “Come here, mi amor. Let me take care of you.”

You looked up at Javi in confusion as you weren’t entirely sure what he meant but Javi gently pulled you into his lap and cupped either side of your face to pull you in for a kiss. It was soft, sensual and just the epitome of Javi; caring, smooth and safe. His soft lips pressed against yours and his tongue swiped along your lower lip, you gasped softly and he dipped his tongue into your mouth to deepen your kiss. He entangled his fingers into your hair to move you as he pleased, you allowed him, you were like a rag doll, moving as he wanted you to.

“There,” he whispered against your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

You laughed softly and shrugged at him.

“I don’t know, I still feel pretty terrible.” You teased, wanting Javi to kiss you like that again.

Of course he obliged, he pressed his mouth back to yours to give you another passionate kiss. His hands smoothed down the naked expanse of your arms and they landed on your exposed thighs, he toyed with the hem of your dress and you whined into the kiss.

It had been a hot day so you were dressed in a pale blue sundress, Javi’s favourite and his own personal kryptonite.

“You’re so beautiful, cariño, so breathtaking.” He complimented, reaching his head up to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Drive me mad when you wear these pretty dresses, so gorgeous.”

You blushed at Javi’s words, with each compliment you could feel your cheeks glowing under his soft gaze. Javi peppered soft kisses to your neck, his plush lips sent sparks through your body and straight to your core. Before you realised what you were doing, you rocked your hips gently back and forth, searching for any contact against your clothed arousal.

“Feeling a little needy, baby?” He cooed, his teeth grazing against your pulse point after whispering in your ear sensually.

You nodded, a little embarrassed as your hips rocked back and forth. You made a small whimpering noise as Javi continued to kiss along your neck, only stopping to suck a small mark into your skin.

“Shift over,” he instructed as he spread his legs further so you were straddling just one of his thighs. “That’s it, my sweet girl. Now, ride my thigh, hermosa. Make yourself feel good on my leg, like the needy little baby you are.” Javi smirked, looking at you with lust-blown eyes.

You chewed on your lip as you slowly started to grind against Javi’s thigh, just a couple thin layers of fabric separating your pulsing clit and Javi’s skin. Your hips moved in slow circles, alternating between the soft little grinds and rubbing yourself back and forth on him rougher. Your mouth was parted as soft moans escaped from them, your arms were looped around Javi’s neck as you anchored yourself down to chase your high, greedily.

“That’s it baby; you use me how you need me, need you to feel good. Tell me how it feels, please.” Javi gasped, watching your face contort with each moan that fell from your mouth.

“Javi,” you sighed happily as your hips sped up, you could feel how slick you were with each move of your hips and you were sure you would be leaving a trail of your arousal behind on the beige linen of Javi’s shorts. “You feel so good, fuck. Needed this relief for so long, fuck, daddy.” You whimpered, too far gone to acknowledge the name.

Javi’s eyes widened at the use of the pet name, you had never called him that before and he couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched in his pants. You were usually so reserved in bed, so timid and there you were, riding his thigh to chase your own release; looking so perfect.

“Fuck, hermosa. Call me that again.” Javi groaned and held your hips roughly, making your grind down harder against his thigh. “Call me that as you cum.”

“W-what?” You mumbled before your brain clocked it and your cheeks heated up again. “Oh, I, um.” You whispered, slowing your movements as Javi controlled your hips.

“Come on, my good girl. Call me it again, call me it and I’ll let you cum.” He encouraged.

“Daddy.” you whispered, your voice coming out as a mere squeak.

“Louder.” Javi’s hands gripped your hips tighter and slowed them down to soft grind which caused you to whine in frustration.

“Daddy.” You said more confidently, wriggling your hips in his lap.

“Good girl. So good for me.” He purred, his thick accent sending shivers through your body.

Javi controlled your hips once more, speeding them up to allow you to chase your high; you were greedily there, letting your hips wriggle back and forth. It didn’t take long before you were gripping at Javi’s neck tightly and whimpering in his lap.

You felt yourself get wetter as you came. “Fuck, daddy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Feels so good.” You whined, your head lulling backwards as you chased your high.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Now sit on the sofa and let me make you feel even better.” Javi purred, placing you on the couch so he could kneel between your legs on the floor.

He decided against teasing you and instead pulled your panties off, tossing them to the side before dipping his head down to lap at your pussy. His expert tongue flicked over your swollen bud and then gently sucked at it, the suction of his lips had your whole body vibrating with pleasure and your fingers soon found their way into Javi’s soft brown locks.

“Fuck, Javi.” You whimpered, shifting your body down to grind against the male’s face as he ate you out.

Javi made a soft noise of appreciation against your wet heat, his tongue was working you with ease and within minutes you were falling apart at the seams, right on his face. He had you cursing and shaking all over again.

He sat back, wiped his mouth and smiled up at you. He slowly stroked his hands up your bare thighs to pull your dress over your head, leaving you spent and naked for him to admire. Javi leant back onto his knees to fumble with the fastening on his shorts, you could see a large wet patch blooming on his thigh and your cheeks glowed as you knew that was from you.

“You see that, baby girl.” Javi pointed at the darkened spot and you nodded in response. “Course you do, that’s from you. Is that how good I make you feel, sweet girl? Hm? Make you so wet you leave a patch behind when you cum. So hot.” Javi groaned.

He was drinking in your naked body, you drew your legs up to your chest and tried to cover yourself but the older male tutted and brought your legs down, spreading them so he could see you in all of your naked and aroused glory. He leant back again onto his knees and slowly freed his hard cock from his shorts, it sprung up and you could see beads of precum leaking from the tip. You absently licked your lips as you watched his hand stroke his length, your empty hole fluttered around air as you imagined your lover filling you up so deliciously.

Javi clocked you, he could see you watching him and since he had already made you cum a couple of times, he thought it was the perfect time to tease you. He moaned as his hand passed over the tip of his cock and back down the shaft, he was moving slowly and he really ramped up his moans as he locked eyes with you. It was like a movie you couldn’t tear your eyes from, they would dart down to see Javi stroking himself before they would lock with his once again.

You couldn’t help yourself, you were so turned on and you weren’t in control of your own body; your nimble fingers dipped down to stroke around your clit. You spread your legs further as you pleasured yourself, Javi smirked at you and nodded eagerly as your fingers sped up to match his own strokes.

“That’s it, good girl.” He gasped, this person in front of him looked like you, looked like his girlfriend but your actions were so out there compared to your usually reserved-self. “Fuck, look at you, hermosa. Such a good girl for me, touching yourself cause you couldn’t even wait for me. So needy, aren’t you, my sweet little girl.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded softly at Javi; the room was filled with sounds of your heavy breaths and soft moans as your fingers slowly sank into yourself. You were driving your boyfriend made, he wanted to bury himself so deeply in you and stay there forever but he also couldn’t stop watching as you pleasured yourself.

“This what you do when daddy isn’t around to touch you, princess?” Javi groaned, he slowed his hand down and squeezed his length roughly to stave off his want to cum.

“Y-yeah…” you whined. “Feels so good daddy but nothing feels as good as your cock, I’ve tried everything but nothing feels as good.” You admitted with red cheeks.

“Yeah? What have you tried, honey?” He cooed, smirking that you were so open.

“Uhm,” you whimpered as your hips bucked up to your hand. “My hairbrush, I tried using the shower head and I’ve tried humping everything; the sofa, my pillow one of my stuffed animals but nothing ever feels as good.”

Javi couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, it was dark and condescending and it made you feel even needier for the male.

“Aw, my poor little baby. Humping everything like a little mutt. That why you rode my thigh earlier?” His voice was deep and lustful, it was the perfect mix of condscnedation and love.

You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes with embarrassment as you admitted it to your boyfriend. He would often be away on work trips and you recalled in your mind all those nights that were so lonely and you were so empty. You craved your boyfriends touch, and his approval even more.

“Being such a good girl for me now.” Javi groaned, finally pulling his hand off of his cock. He removed his shirt and stood to fully take his shorts off.

Your eyes followed your boyfriend, your fingers still circled your swollen and sensitive clit, you could feel your orgasm impending quicker and quicker.

“Javi,” you whimpered. “I-I’m gonna cum, please let me cum.”

“Call me by my proper name, baby girl. Then you can cum.” He hissed, he gently wrapped a hand around your throat so his fingers and thumb were pressing on your pulse points.

He restricted your throat just enough to make your head feel floaty and that’s what you needed to push you over the edge. Your mouth open in a silent moon as you tried to speak.

“Daddy. Fuck.” You breathed, cursing him.

Javi smiled down at you as your fingers stopped moving and your thighs shook roughly; he kissed your forehead gently and stroked your cheek after he released your throat.

“Good girl. So good for me. How do you want to take me?” He whispered, his hand cupping at your cheeks gently so his thumb could stroke the soft skin there.

You shrugged at him, feeling far too fucked out already. “I-I don’t mind.” You whispered. “Just want you, please.”

Javi made a humming noise of appreciation and he pressed another kiss to your forehead affectionately. “Okay, my love, lay down for me and I’ll give you daddies cock. Hm, is that okay with you? That what you want?”

You made a soft whining noise, you knew Javi’s cock would sting as he stretched you out and you couldn’t wait but you were already feeling over-sensitive so you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You laid down on the large sofa, your back leant up against the arm of the sofa with a cushion behind you and Javi positioned himself between your legs, he gently held onto one of your thighs for leverage as he positioned himself to your hole.

“God, you’re so wet and tight for me, hermosa.” He groaned as he gently pressed himself into your vagina. Your eyes screwed shut at the sting of stretching around his member and Javi shushed you, he kissed your forehead once again before he started a slow pace.

Javi squeezed at the flesh of your leg, you were perfect for him and he could live buried deep in you forever if it was possible. He rolled his hips sensually and with every thrust of his cock, he deliciously pleasure your g-spot. It was intense and your body shook with the pleasure of it all.

“Daddy, you feel so good. You fill me up so well.” You whimpered, your soft hands grabbing at Javi’s back desperately as you clenched around his cock.

“So do you, my sweet girl. Perfect little cocksleeve for me, made just for daddy. Isn’t that right?” He cooed.

You nodded and Javi sped his hips up, he’d had enough of teasing himself and now he was chasing his high greedily. You laid there and took him, obscene moans and curse words tumbled from your lips like a free-flowing stream. You were a goner, so close to cumming around your boyfriend you wouldn’t have been able to stop it if you tried.

Your walls fluttered and clenched around Javi’s member as you came; you felt it get wetter between the two of you and your whole body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your cheeks as Javi kept up his punishing pace.

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl.” Javi groaned, holding your hips for better leverage as he fucked into you with fervour.

It didn’t take Javi long to get there, soon his hips were stuttering to a stop before he quickly pulled out of you. He stroked himself once, twice and on the third time, he awkwardly leant over to spill his hot cum on your tits. You opened your mouth to catch a few stray spurts on your outstretched tongue as Javi praised you, fucking his fist as he painted your skin.

Javi fell back onto the sofa with a groan, your laboured breaths filled the empty room as your tried to regain some composure.

“Fuck me.” You laughed, flopping an arm over your face in exhaustion.

“Just did, cariño.” Javi laughed, not wasting a second to go and grab a damp cloth to clean you up with. He wiped at you gently and you hissed as the cool cloth hit your sweaty skin.

Javi returned after throwing the cloth into the wash and sat on the sofa next to you, he took your legs and draped them over your lap so he could stroke softly at your bare skin.

“That…” he breathed. “That was amazing but uh, do you wanna talk about it at all? It was different for us… amazing but different and I hope you’re okay.”

Your eyes were still closed, you were bathing in your post-orgasmic glow and Javi’s words had you crushing back down to earth.

“Javi,” you whined as a warning. “Can we not… you found out a lot about me today, maybe pack it away and save that conversation for another day? I’m okay though, thank you for asking. I love you a lot…”

He lifted your leg and kissed it softly, he knew not to push you otherwise you would just withdraw into yourself further which wouldn’t help anyone.

“Fine, fine. I love you more, hermosa. You’re my world. Whatever you need, or whatever you want from me, I’m here for you.” He rambled until you sat up and gently pushed his shoulder.

“Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” You laughed and brought your boyfriend in for a gentle kiss, he smiled against your lips before you laid back down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over your naked body. “Now, I think you promised me dinner? How about your famous risotto?” You grinned.

Javi rolled his eyes affectionately and stood, wrapping the blanket around you tighter and handing you the tv remote.

“Anything for you, mi amor. Now, you relax here, cariño and I’ll make us some dinner.” Javi smiled, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead before he disappeared into the kitchen.

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#javi g x reader #javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x reader #javi g x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfictions #anon request

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its-not-a-pen · 2 years ago

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Feral's new outfit really cool and fits to him. I think suits him this kind of swift and deadly but in the other hand goofy/(annoying) little brother vibe. (Little bit reminds me Genji from Overwatch, but more relaxed/chilled style. Maybe cause of the place of his blades. Nice to see he has different fighthing style from his brothers.)

And we need more Bonding Opress Brothers🥺💗

YEAHHH thanks fam! Here's some more art!

Man I am DYING to talk about my ideas! What's cooler than Space Samurai? SPACE NINJAS!!!!

When the Opress Brothers were in hiding, Feral was the one who carried out covert operations. He wears a ninja-like disguise and has the ability to totally cloak his force-presence, making him an ideal spy/assassin against Jedi and Sith alike.

So Feral's got 3 blades (2x jutte* and 1x lightsaber) which offers a lot of versatility. I thought the jutte is a good fit because historically it's used against swordsmen by arresting the blade. Feral doesn't like to fight and relies on his speed and agility to ambush his opponents. When dealing with lightsaber wielders, he lures them into narrow corridors where they can't swing properly. If forced into a confrontation, he stays on the defensive (soresu) using his stamina to wear down his opponent until there's an opportunity to kill or escape.

After joining death watch, he gains a few pieces of body armour and a space-phone, much to Maul's chagrin. (He follows Ahsoka on Space Twitter [Shriek] and thinks her fighting style is sooo cool but Maul yells at him whenever he does the reverse grip.)

He 100% lives up to his name and is not afraid to fight dirty. That includes gouging out someone's eyes with his horns.

Here's Feral dressed in a shinto monk inspired outfit. It's a nod to historically accurate ninjas who DID NOT wear super conspicuous all-black outfits. the whole point was to blend in, not look cool. An actual ninja would probably have dressed like a monk or merchant or someone else equally innocuous. *incorrectly written as sai in the pic

#feral opress #feral lives au #star wars #darth maul #savage opress #the clone wars #tcw #sw #asks

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edensbuttercups · 2 years ago

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Congrats on 200 followers! 🍀

Could I maybe grt prompt 8 (fromcthe first prompt list) with Hangman? 🥺

Thank you! 💗

A/N: Thank you so much! This was a lot of fun, and I got slightly carried away, and it took slightly longer than intended, but I hope it turned out nicely enough. ♡ I hope you like it, and thank you again!

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You closed your eyes as the door closed behind you, letting out a shaky sigh. It hadn’t been the best of days, with the way everyone had seemed to be in a bad mood, barking out requests and demands. You had taken this as a temporary job, needing to cover for a friend for a few weeks, since she had gone to visit her family, but you hadn’t expected it to be this bad. Now you understood why she so desperately needed a break.

Hangman 🎱: still on for drinks at the Hard Deck?

You sighed again when you saw the message, knowing that, even if you left now, you still wouldn’t arrive at the time you had originally said you would arrive at. And you wouldn’t be leaving now, because here came yet another customer, walking in and ignoring the closed sign on the door. “We’re clos-” “One coffee to go, thanks.” The man spoke, interrupting you and placing down the money on the counter with a huff, watching as you poured his coffee and grabbing it, leaving without another word. Your boss had a policy, one you couldn’t quite understand, but that stated that the front door must remain open until the last person had left the building, which meant that the door would stay opened until you were finished here. Security reasons, apparently.

You: yep, but I’ll be late. Gotta close the place and people

You hit send before realizing, looking up at the elderly woman that now sat across from you, money already on the counter as she also demanded for a coffee, pouring it quickly and watching her gulp it down, leaving with a kind goodbye and a small tip. She had been nice, but still, people stopping here for coffee at what was almost nine pm was understandable, considering they probably were driving through, but annoying, since closing time had already passed.

Hangman 🎱: ah yes, people. Hangman 🎱: want me to come pick you up? I’m not out yet

You sent him a quick thumbs up emoji, shaking your head at his messages, but glad he’d come around, making it easier to leave once everything was done and giving you the extra motivation to be done by the time he’d arrive. If you had to be honest, you felt drained. Your boss had told you what this job entailed, how many hours it was, how people could sometimes overstep a little, but after five days of working there, all you wanted was to enjoy the weekend. Wiping down the counter, you hummed along to the song on the radio, cringing when you saw a car park outside, just after Jake had parked his own. “Hey, sweetheart.” He said once he walked in, sending you a wink and frowning when someone walked in behind him, stopping outside the door to read the sign before shrugging and walking in, making his way around Jake and sitting at the counter, pointing for a coffee. It didn’t go unnoticed to Jake how you cringed, cursing under your breath, moving to grab a cup, your actions interrupted by his words ringing out in the silence. “Hi!” He said as he sat by the man’s side, tilting his head as he offered a smile that would have looked friendly had it not been for the slightly annoyed tone of his voice. “I know it was easy to miss, but the sign on the door actually says that we’re closed. So, sorry, but I’ll have to walk you out.” “Sign-” the man tried to interject, ready to argue, but Jake was quick to shut him up with a slight shake of his head. “Sign says we’re closed. Wish you a good night, sir, you’ll find a gas station a few miles up ahead, right sweetheart?” He asked, turning to you, content with your nod. “Well, there you go. Bye.” he waved, closing the door behind him and dropping his smile as the man walked off, probably cursing to himself. “People really can’t read a sign, huh?” You ignored how much his drawl had come out as he got mad, having always found his accent particularly entertaining, shrugging as you went back to wiping the counter, this time faster, set on leaving soon.

Checking through what was left to do, there only was to turn the coffee machine off, empty it and prepare it for the morning, take the trash out and turn the lights off. It was ten minutes of work, probably, considering you’d try to get through it faster with Jake at your side. “Keys.” He requested, holding his hand out to you while still looking at the door, not wanting anyone else to get in, even if the roads were empty. “Doors have to stay open.” you muttered, too tired to fully argue, holding the keys in one hand as you met his eyes when he turned. “Doors will close. Now.” He hummed, smirking as he reached for the keys, gently plucking them from your hands. “And…” he added, putting the key in the keyhole, smiling contently at the empty parking lot, “voi-” The là died on his lips when he turned the key, freezing when it snapped in half, one side staying in the door, the other half in his hand. “You didn’t just break the only key, right?” You ask, batting your eyes at him, both to try and be funny and to try to stop your tears from falling. It had been a long day, and getting stuck here wasn’t your plan, even if being stuck here with the man you had a crush for wasn’t the worst scenario. Jake wriggled the door before answering, groaning when he found out that the key had successfully locked the door before breaking. “Maybe. But we can go out-” “Other way is locked.” You answered, lips tugged in a small smile. “Let me go check.” You followed him, small steps behind his wider ones, curious “The backdoor is locked?” He asked, a slight anger coloring his features when you answered that yes, it was and had been since day one, hence why the front door had to be open at all times. “So… how long has it been locked for?” He asked again, turning around to face you, giving up on trying to open it, especially when your hand had fallen over his, pulling him away. “Lucie told me it has been like that ever since she started working here, so at least eight months. And it’s not quite locked, more… stuck?.” You muttered, feeling your cheeks redden at the closeness you shared, the small hallway not giving you much place to stand if not so close. “That’s a safety hazard.” He groaned, not at you but at the wall, angry that you had to deal with this situation, glad to be there with you to help you through it, and ultimately a little thankful that it happened, more than happy to try and charm you once more, the constant flirting he reserved for you usually not getting him anywhere, which had been fine until Fanboy had mentioned about a certain crush you were harboring. “You’re a safety hazard.” You bit back, smiling as you slipped past him, keeping your head low as you walked in front of him, afraid you wouldn’t survive looking at him in the eye with how dangerously close he was. “Yes, and you love that.” He hummed back, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you walked back to the main room, approaching one of the booths as you grabbed your phone, finding the number of Henry, the coworker that lived the closest and that, unfortunately, you liked the least.

Sighing, you dialed his number, closing your eyes and sliding into the booth, looking up to Hangman and pouting, sitting up straighter when you heard the voice answer from the other side of the line. “Henry! It’s… yeah. Yeah.” Smartass, you mouthed, rolling your eyes, hating Henry’s comments with all your heart, “Anyway, key broke in the lock and I’m locked inside, so could you-... I know, I-... Henry, people kept coming in, so Jake-... yes. Yes. No, listen, how long? Okay. Sure. See you.” You groaned, ending the call and slamming the phone down. “Hate him. He’s obnoxious and annoying and always has to be right. He’ll also be here in 40 to 50 minutes.” You added, hoping that none of this would be mentioned to your boss, even if you would have to ask for a new key, considering the state yours was in. “Well, looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” He drawled, sitting by your side, legs brushing as you did so. “So, I propose a game.” “Did you bring a ball?” You asked sarcastically, leaning your head down on the table, groaning. “Someone’s in a bad mood.” “I’m sorry. I just-... I didn’t want to trap you here. You should be out with the others.”

He had broken the key, sure, but that didn’t mean he deserved to be stuck here. “Hey.” He hummed, reaching to pull your head up slowly, guiding it so that you would look at him. “I don’t mind being here. I’m glad you’re not here all alone, and I’m more than happy to keep you company. So, game?” He tried again, smiling when you nodded. “Okay, so, it’s just answering questions about each other. Let me pull the website up and…” Jake’s expression fell for a second when he read the question, almost imperceptibly as he smiled again, reading it out loud with ease. “What will you never understand about me?” You took your time to think about it, “How you can just… be… it’s hard to explain. There’s things you do that I just can’t even imagine…” You struggled to find the words, let alone build a sentence, his chuckle making you look up and meet his eyes. “Flying a jet?” He offered, assuming that’s what you meant. You shook your head, frowning softly, “Not quite. It’s more how you carry yourself, that effortless confidence that makes you you.” It wasn’t quite what you meant, but it was the closest you would get to it, so you shrugged, holding a hand out to grab his phone and read the next question. “Doesn’t count, that didn’t answer much. So, I get to ask you something else.” He was acting like a kid, pouting when he didn’t get what he wanted, but you let him, knowing your answer probably wasn’t satisfactory, especially with how much you left unsaid. The next question popped on the screen, and his pout vanished, his usual smile back in place. “Perfect. What’s my greatest physical asset.” He read, leaning over to add the last part, his face drawing closer to your own, close enough that you could kiss him if you only leaned forward slightly. “Don’t be shy.”

There was a lot you liked about Jake, and while his physical side was something you easily noticed, you had always appreciated a little more his personality, even if he could be a little much sometimes, which in turn made him look all the prettier. His abs were nice, sure, and the way he looked without a shirt on was great to look at. His smile was fun, bright, but cocky, always there when he teased you or one of your friends. His hair, always carefully combed, always perfect. “Take your time.” He teased, tilting his head and giving you a different angle to look him from, neck in full view, giving you the urge to lay your lips on his skin there, showing him just how much you liked him. “Your eyes.” You said instead. His eyes. Bright droplets of jade. Soft, bright, darkening at times, showing his emotions with an ease that was rare. Jake Seresin wasn’t an easy man to read, but his eyes held most of the answers, and so many people didn’t even know it. “Cliché.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “It’s true. They’re beautiful.”

He blushed at your words, the sincerity palpable, feeling bold enough to raise your hand to place it on his cheeks, getting lost looking at the shade of green, how it morphed and created its unique design around each pupil. “They’re beautiful.” You said again, patting his cheek lightly. It had always been like this with Jake, the flirting going back and forth between the two of you, comfortable touches and secrets exchanged when no one was around.

“Your turn.” He smirked, shaking his head and concentrating on you again, handing you the phone. He had read the first part of the question already, and knew just what to say, but patiently waited for you to read the question out loud. You hummed, reading the words and biting your lip, meeting his eyes with a smirk. “What is your most embarrassing memory?” “That’s not what the question says and we both know it.” He bit back quickly, matching your smirk with one of his own. “You cheated!” “No cheating in accidentally reading something, honey. Now, read.” He urged on, moving his hand to rest on your knee, his fingertips playing with the hem of your skirt, looking up to meet your gaze to check that it was okay, and truly that was an understatement. You sighed, pulling the phone up to your eyes to dramatically read it, even if clearly both of you know what the question is already. “Where are we, and what are we doing, in ten years?” He pretended to think, biting his bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue, watching as you followed his every movement. “Ideally, in bed.” He hummed, chuckling when you rolled your eyes at him. “Jake.” You warned, feeling your cheeks warm up at the comment, his flirting always getting to you. It wasn’t a secret that you had a crush on him, you just weren’t sure he had a crush on you. “Wouldn’t you want to be in bed with me, ten years from now?” He asked with a smirk, leaning closer to you and pulling one of your legs up to rest on his lap, fingertips gently stroking your skin. “It’s just after nine.” You replied, trying to keep at bay the goosebumps that were rising from his touch. “Well, I’ll be an old man in ten years. But you haven’t answered my question.” He muttered, his eyes following yours, smiling at the way you were following his every move, breaking you out of your trance by clearing his throat. “Wouldn’t you want to be in bed with me?” He asked again. You chuckled, shaking your head. “Jake, we both know the answer to that.” you spoke, letting your leg fall from his lap, unable to bear the way he was looking at you, head tilted as he waited for you to confirm it. “I’d like to hear it.” He mumbled after a moment, reaching for your hand and holding it, eyes falling to your lips as they parted, the answer on their tip. “Don’t make fun of me.” You whispered, your eyes falling to his lips, so close, sporting the smirk that was ever present on his face. “Never. I just want to know if we both want the same thing.” He hummed, reaching over to trail his fingertips up your arm, letting them rest at the base of your neck.

You didn’t have the chance to lean in enough to kiss him, the sound of a car pulling up making you bolt back, hitting your leg under the table as you hissed, spotting your colleague pulling up. “Perfect timing.” Jake muttered sarcastically, standing up from his spot but not letting go of your hand, walking with you to the door and waiting before it, You all watch as the key enters the keyhole from the other side, pushing the broken part out of it, making it clink at your feet, the second clink being that from the lock opening. “There you go.” Henry said, tone bitter when he flung the door open, closing the door as you and Jake walked out. “Thank you.” You muttered, going over any details you needed to share, coming to the conclusion that you’d talk to your boss about it to figure details out, leaving him to go back to his car, sending the two of you a quick wave before driving off.“Hard Deck?” You asked, moving your weight from one leg to the other, nervously waiting for Jake to walk to the car, wanting to get away from here after having spent two extra hours between those four walls. “Before that…” He trailed on, hands raised to your arms and pulling you around softly so that you were facing him. “I’m pretty sure I was going to get a kiss, before we were interrupted.” You matched his smirk, giddy with the feeling that he still wanted to kiss you, and that it hadn’t just been a moment. “C’mere cowboy.” You hummed, standing on your tippy toes and reaching up, feeling his lips against yours, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, glad that that key broke, doing quite the opposite that closing a door.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #hangman #jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick

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fatuismooches · 1 year ago

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SMOOCHES!!! Hii beautiful!! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

I hope you’ve been doing amazing!! (Small update on my genshin exploration: I’m almost done with the desert! I’m just missing the last expansion patch that we got like 2 months ago! I haven’t even started the new event because I want to finish my exploration before Fontaine comes) but how have you been? Have you been saving for any new chars? If so what are your funds? I’d love to know!!

Alright on to the main topic! This is kinda just a small headcanon and also inspired by what you said in a brainrot: but fragile!reader most likely does wake up in the middle of the night at times. (Most likely due to reoccurring nightmares) so usually when you do get startled awake, you usually just walk around the laboratory. And whenever you do, a clone or two will find you and slightly scold you for being out of bed and that your body seriously needs it. But after scolding you they usually just join you on your small walk to hopefully tire you out. (I swear the clones are like small kittens who won’t detach themselves from you bc of how much they love you and just imagining these blue haired scary looking masked grown men following little you is 😭💕💗💖)

However, at times when you’re really shaken up, you’ll just head straight to Dottore’s lab or his bedroom. Although it’s usually the first since Dottore never sleeps, so when he sees you walk into his lab at 3 AM, he knows it’s because you’ve been shaken up badly from one of your nightmares again. So he’ll let you stay as he continues to work. Letting you sit at his desk while he runs an experiment. Or he would offer to you his bedroom, which you usually decline as what you want is to see your husband be safe. (Your nightmares sometimes concern him, so you just want to make sure he’s safe and not in the condition that you saw him in, in your nightmare) but you do eventually fall asleep in his lab, which makes him pick you up and put you in his bedroom. He wishes he could have your nightmares instead. Already being inflicted with a mysterious illness and now having nightmares. He just wants you to be truly happy, and not have to put up a fake act or fake smiles (Dottore most likely Can tell whenever you’re faking your smiles, although he doesn’t want to upset you and call you out on it) so in the meantime he’ll try his somewhat best in making you smile. Sure his attempts may be horrible at first, but it’s the thought that counts! You’ll be sure his kiss his cheeks and lips a few times as an “A for effort”.

What was supposed to be short turned out long I’m so sorry!! 😭 I always get carried away and end up writing more than I mean to. (Also just a little self indulgent but what if fragile!reader had a blanket they’ve had since probably when they were a kid, and they just love it. Like their plushie! But instead, whenever you wake up from your nightmares and go on walks or to Dottore’s lab, you just…bring it with you. It’s what helps you sleep after all! You could literally sleep on the floor so long as you have your blanket (and plushie) with you) I’m only adding this because I’ve had a blanket since I was born and I literally drag it with me in the house. I’m going to the kitchen? It’s coming with me. OKAYOKAY! I’ll stay quiet now!! I hope you enjoy this smooches!! I am smooching your cheeks n forehead and ur nose till your face is all sore ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ you’re deserving of all the cuddles and hugs and kisses in the world I love you so so much!! I’m wishing you a very happy day and week!! Hehe okay bye bye!!!!૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა 💕💗💖💗

-From your boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ૮�� ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა

MY LOVELY 🎐 ANON YOUR IDEAS MAKE ME SO SO HAPPY 😭💖

GOSH I AM KISSING YOUR BRAIN THIS IS JUST SO 🥺🥺😍 Whenever you have dreams, it’s a bit of a struggle to go back to sleep. Not only do the nightmares make you too scared to sleep again, but even the happier dreams of the past make you too sad to get sleepy again since you keep thinking of what once was. So instead of twisting and turning alone in the dark you decide to just walk around the lab to try and get your mind off things. But of course the lab always has clones running about no matter what time it is, sometimes you only walk a few feet and already bump into a clone. Every time they just sigh and give you that look again, that lecture that you probably have memorized already, they always try to guide you back to your room (and sometimes it works, and they sit in your room with you and help you fall back to sleep.) But if you pull out the pleading and pouty eyes they’ll be giving in quickly and entertain your request (cue them carrying you back to bed later 🥺) (Also Cattore so real… I find it so funny you could just be walking with a clone or two and they’ll be treating you with so much respect and love, talking very animatedly and then when you come across a regular Fatui assistant they’ll just give them a ‘wtf are u looking at slacker I’ll kill u’ and the assistant is just praying they get transferred to another squad 😭) (Plus they report it every time this stuff happens to Prime and he’s just :( he is at a loss at how he or science can help you, every time he sees those eye bags… he just. Curses internally.)

The first few times you walked right into his lab an at ungodly hour he was just like ??? Internally panicking and worrying something was really wrong with you to seek him out at this hour, and probably barraged you with questions and was even about to run some tests on you until you just interrupt him and spill the whole dilemma you’ve been in. How the nightmares are hurting you and you can’t find it in you to sleep again. Dottore knows very well how one will find it hard to sleep if the mind is troubled so he won’t force you to sleep again, but he’ll encourage you to try at least. Even if he’s in the middle of doing something that requires to stand up, he’ll find something to work on so you can sit down comfortably on his lap. He sometimes wonders about your dreams but you prefer not to speak about them or do so very vaguely so he doesn’t push it. Unfortunately he has yes to develop a dream-preventing injection so the only thing he can do is be ready to receive you when you show up at his door ;( The first time Dottore called you out on a fake smile you were so shocked and then nearly broke down catching him off guard. Though he is a very straight to the point no bs person he’s learned not to do that again. He is not very good with verbal affection so a lot of it just comes from him holding you, and also recounting some infuriating encounters he had with the other Harbingers (you find them hilarious though) and he tolerates it simply because of the kisses and actual smiles he gets <3

And omg… yes reader’s special blanket <3 (The lab would be torn upside down if you ever lost it) I love how cherished your blanket is 💖 I don’t have a specific blanket but I also can’t sleep if I dont have one, and if I wake up in the middle of the night and can’t find my plushies I get mad and search in the dark and sometimes resort to turning on the light 😭

Okay moving on from the dot brainrot- I’m so glad you’re catching up on the desert progress! It really is a lot, but I know you got this!! Hopefully Fontaine is more fun, I love exploring but even the desert had me like 💀 most because of the scenery. If you do play the summer event I hope you enjoy it, it’s definitely my favorite out of the 3 summer events we’ve gotten :3 As for me… I have roughly 70 wishes I think? Close to pity, no guarantee. I was considering trying to get Lyney since I want some Fontaine characters, but I’m not too sure yet so I’m just gonna wait until the release to decide who I want! I might just skip everyone for Arlecchino too haha. Are you saving for anyone 🎐 anon? Dottore maybe? AND DONT WORRY I LOVE YOUR LONG BRAINROTS!!! The depth and everything is so chefs kiss 😫 I am giving you infinite number of smooches mwah mwah!! Ily more🎐 anon~!!

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #hehe it's funny to think abt a scholar like him getting an a simply for effort #dottore pls hold me too 🥰😍

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ohnococo · 9 months ago

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Hii!! I'm back with my Sukuna scenarioss🐡💗

Okay so like, yk how Sukuna is always being portrayed as this womaniser with like a the biggest harem ever on fanfics? (Tf btw) I personally believe that while yes he finds amusement in lively women, it's mainly because they'll be more entertaining to defeat or break in the perspective of a heartless mass murderer like him.

Therefore, I present to you the idea of Virgin!Tf! Sukuna (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)💗 Hear me out- in a more canon stand point, he's def too busy wrecking havoc everywhere to sleep around, much less build a harem of all things. Although that trope def has a special place in my heart, I've literally never seen a Virgin!Tf!Sukuna🥺 Also also, just look at his reaction when a beautiful woman like Yoruzu hugged him, he was so unbothered like???😭😭😭 And ngl, I don't think he'd be interested in partaking in any sexual activities during his reign way back in the Heian era either cuz he most def killing those who even dares to touch him (cough- Yoruzu-). Although experienced Suku is def still hot😳

Also, this pic that I've seen circulating around my feed def fed into this little scenario of mine😭https://www.tumlook.com/ystrike1/post/738893419527684096

LIKE DEAR GOODNESS I'LL GIVE ANYTHING TO WITNESS TF!SUKUNA LIKE THAT🥺💗

P.S. I would like to add that your bee profile pic is an absolute masterpiece💗

P.S. #2 I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS LONG AHH MESSAGE, I GOT TOO CARRIED AWAY😭

- puffypuff🐡

OKAY NOW LISTENNNN LIL PUFFNSTUFF I feel ya on the breaking lively women like man was not moved by some tiddies swingin (and tbh like I do hc heian era tf sukuna as straight forcing himself on someone for the malice of it) BUT VIRGIN SUKU????

Never seen it never considered but oooooh boy 🥵

Like he’s just not bothered about sex, it’s a waste of time, it’s something he’s beyond because how could it compare to the thrill of everything else he’s doing? Women begging to be spared, offering their bodies in exchange for their lives, why should that move him? Because that’s all it’s even been presented as to him.

But when he finally DOES partake?? Out of his mind, incoherent, feral. Whoever takes that dick (or those dicks depending on how you hc tf sukuna) better be built different because he’s fuckin for HOURSSSS til he’s lying there, eyes rolling, hips barely moving, rutting into you for one more, just one more, make it happen for him.

Pussy drunk previously-a-virgin sukuna making my brain go brrrrr

(And thank you bb the bee was a lil dapper fella I had to have him)

#reader better hope she doesn’t get killed for seeing him like that #🐡 anon #sukuna thirst #💛 asks

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elixirfromthestars · 29 days ago

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Sydney this was so adorable omg!!! 🥹❤️❤️ So fluffy and sweet oh my!!! 💗💗💗 I love love love idiots in love, so I was so here for all of this!!!! 💘

Bucky offering to help her move her boxes, what a gentleman!! 🤭💕 If I made eye contact with his pretty blues my knees would absolutely buckle!! 🫠❤️❤️

Stoooop he’s so cute and silly tricking her that he was going to fall 🤭💗

“I don’t want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to you…. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,” Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. “It was a joke, I don’t mind carrying those boxes for you all day.”

^ Next door neighbor 👀❤️ He’s such a cutie 🥰 and so sweet offering to buy her something to eat 🫶🏼

Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.

^ Oh 100000% I could listen to him all day 😌💖

I love that he seeks comfort in her and found a home 🥺❤️❤️ Like he can’t sleep and he goes to her, stays in her place 😭❤️❤️ I love that he’s found safety and peace at her side 🫶🏼✨

With time, you become his everything. You’re the one who holds him when he thinks he falls — you’re the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasn’t told you yet. He’s too scared — maybe you don’t feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.

^ Excuse me while I SOB 😭💖💖💖💖

Bucky having dinners with Yori is so sweet!! 🥹 I love their friendship 🫶🏼 And omg if I had access to Bucky’s hoodies I’d shamelessly steal them all 😌❤️ all his clothes tbh lol His clothes would all be mine and in my wardrobe 🤭💕

But also they have a series they watch? 👀✨ I’m intrigued to know what you had in mind 👀👀

Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.

^ I adore how he finds comfort in her 🥺💗

If Yori asked me if we were dating I’d be like hehe not yet 😙❣️👀 But omg Bucky saying she deserves better than a broken man ☹️💔 like no honey you deserve the world 😭❤️‍🩹

Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you don’t get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.

“Does he cling to you like that all the time?” Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.

“Why? Isn’t he such a sweet teddy bear around you?” You ask and poke your fingers into Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. “He’s my favourite teddy bear!”

“The cyborg being a teddy?” Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. “He’s more like a cold, staring machine.”

Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he can’t let you down just yet. He doesn’t care that he’s carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.

^ Everything about this scene was my absolute favorite 🥰🥰🥰 Getting to hold Bucky close and hug him like the teddy bear he is AHHHHHH 💗💗💗 LOVE IT 🥰 You had me giggling and kicking my feet over here!!! 🤭💕💕 And the fact that he then insisted on her sitting in his lap 💗💓💗💓💗

He isn’t wrong but Bucky doesn’t like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.

^ Jealous Bucky!!!! 😍❤️❤️ I found it cute that he stayed in her apartment while Sam stayed in Bucky’s 🫶🏼 But now I’m wondering what is Bucky hiding in his home? 👀

I love protective Bucky!! And the fact that he went to stock up on his best girl’s favorite snacks 🥺💖💖

Sydney you broke my heart in that nightmare scene 🥺💔☹️ I could picture his pain so vividly, poor Bucky 😭💔💔

“Can I come closer?” He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. “I got you, Buck. I’m here, you’re safe.”

You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Bucky’s head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.

Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. “Bucky… we are safe here. You’re safe. We are at home, it’s just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.”

^ A love confession during this vulnerable moment MY HEART 🥺❤️❤️ He deserves all the love and the fact that he thought he didn’t deserve it 😭💔💔 I love that the reader was able to comfort him and assure him he deserves to be loved 🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

He may think that he doesn’t deserve to be loved — but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you — over and over again. That’s what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that you’re everything for him, just you, only you as long as you’re with him.

^ UGH SO BEAUTIFUL 🤧❤️❤️❤️❤️ Ending it with them together, in his arms, and with so much love between the two it’s so perfect!!!!! 🥹💗💗💗💗💗

Sydney, this was so beautiful and sweet!! 🥹❤️❤️ I love idiots in love & friends to lovers!! 🥰🥰 You had me so smitten and gushing over this man the entire time ☺️💕💕 I’m obsessed!!!

Hii! If it’s okay, totally okay if not!

Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where she is his next door neighbor and they first meet when she’s moving into the apartment complex, and struggling to carry in all of her stuff. Bucky, ever the sweet gentleman he is, offers to help her move in and carries her stuff.🥹 And they spend a lot of time together in her apartment that day getting to know each other. After that they’re best friends (who obviously have a growing love for each other) and often spend time with each other in both his apartment and her apartment. Bucky even starts taking her to his lunches with Yori (who definitely catches on and points out the feeling between the two of them hehe) and eventually introduces her to Sam (who also can see the pair love each other). Many situations bring the two of them closer together, like one day when Bucky saves her from a group of men who followed her home from work, and also another time when Y/n (who now has an extra key to Bucky’s apartment, and he has one to hers) hears Bucky having a nightmare and she goes into his apartment, crawls into his arms, and lays down with him on the floor of his apartment to calm him down🥺 Anyways, they’re both idiots in love and finally confess their love each other after so long of being just “best friends”🥺

Hi! Thank you for the sweet request. This is an amazing, cute, adorable and just lovely request. The way both of them find their way to one another and it just so cute. The end isn’t the best I guess but yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long to write it but I finally finished it! I hope you like and enjoy it.

More than everything | B.B

Your new neighbour helps you to move in but soon he is way more than just your neighbour. Your best friend, the one you can talk about everything, he knows every secret, except one.

Pairing -> Neighbour!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!BestFriend!Fem!Reader

Wordcount -> 7.371 Words

Warnings -> fluff, lots of fluff, idiots in love, some weird guys, nightmares, love confession

Authors Note -> I want to thank @thevillainswhore for proofreading! Thank you so much, my love! I love you!❤️ All and every mistakes are my own.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Sweat runs down your face as you lift one of the heavy boxes out of your car. You haven’t even started to move your stuff into your new apartment, yet you feel like you’ve carried an elephant around. The sun is shining a lot today, heating the air and there’s not much of a cool breeze that could help you to cool down.

With a groan, your fingers clutch onto the box tighter. You feel the slow movement of it slipping from your grasp, so you try to squeeze it so it won’t fall down. You’re not sure what’s in the box, but it’s heavy and you can’t have all of your stuff laying around in the ground in front of your apartment.

“Need help?” A rough voice startles you. Spinning on your heel, you turn to face the person who stands there and your mouth drops open while your eyes widen.

The man who stands there with a soft smile tugging at his beautiful plump lips has short brown hair and wears a hoodie and gloves. You secretly wonder if it’s not too warm underneath all those layers of fabric. He reaches out to place his big hands underneath the box you carry and lifts it up like it weighs nothing. You notice the muscles working underneath his hoodie when he holds the carton.

“H-Hi! U-uhm, I would love to accept the offer but I don’t want to interrupt you from whatever you were doing,” you mumble, face palming yourself when the words leave your lips. He wouldn’t offer you his help if he was busy. Instead of judging you he just chuckles, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and his nose scrunches ever so slightly.

“Of course, doll! I’m Bucky, and you?” He asks, looking straight into your eyes and causing your knees to buckle. Bucky’s laugh, his voice — he is just so perfect. You’re not sure if he is just an imagination in your mind or if you’re hallucinating because of the heat and limited drinking.

Clearing his throat, Bucky pulls you out of your thoughts and gets your attention back. “I- I’m y/n. Nice to meet you, Bucky,” you say, smirking softly with heat creeping up your cheeks. You reach into your car once again to get another box out to carry.

“You can place it on top of this one, put two on top,” he says with a grin at you. You narrow your eyes, placing another box on the one he has already in his arms before reaching in to grab another carton.

“It’s heavy to carry that much, Bucky,” you chuckle, but place the third box into his arms as well. With a grunt, he almost falls forward, scaring you before standing straight again. He starts laughing softly, winking at you as you grab a box for yourself to carry into your apartment.

“I once lifted a whole engine for a friend, so your boxes aren’t that heavy compared to a ship engine,” Bucky says. You shake your head, smirking before making your way to the front door and into the apartment complex. “Which floor?”

“Second.” Bucky nods, grinning. As you walk up the stairs and along the floor the two of you walk closer and closer to his apartment, and his smirk grows with every step closer to your apartment.

While you think you embrassed yourself in front of this handsome and sweet man with your stutter and dropped jaw earlier, he only thinks it makes you adorable. There wasn’t someone in a while who looked at him with such softness in their expression — someone who doesn’t seem to know who he was, who gives him the chance to get to know him as the person he is now.

“Oh!” Bucky says when you stop in front of your door to fish the keys out of your pocket. You turn around, tilting your head as he chuckles. “Hi, next door neighbor.”

You giggle. For a moment you’re sure he is making a joke, but he just nods toward the door next to yours and grins even wider. Your eyes widen as you look to the door, then back to him.

You roll your eyes playfully, letting Bucky walk into your apartment and follow behind. “You’re the best, thank you so much!” You say as you both place the boxes on the floor.

“Don’t thank me yet, we have a lot more to carry,” Bucky tells you, walking a step closer to you and placing his big hands on the small of your back, pushing you toward the door. Instead of flinching of his sudden touch, you giggle softly, liking the warmth of his soft touch.

The two of you carry all your stuff into your apartment and while Bucky looks like he hasn’t done anything all day, you feel your aching muscles. You sigh deeply when you finally are able to let yourself fall down on the couch.

“How can you still look so— so handsome, so good like you haven’t carried so many boxes and all,” you ask, eyes roaming over his tall body while he stands in front of you. Bucky chuckles, leaning back against the wall behind him. His tongue pokes out, gliding over his lips to wet them and cause them to glisten.

“How about I get some food for the two of us, there is that nice restaurant just a block away,” he suggests and you nod immediately. He pushes himself off the wall, turning around to make his way out of the apartment.

“Wait!” You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to you. “Uhm- let me find my wallet.”

Bucky laughs, shaking his head and walking further to the door. “You don’t have to pay me for dinner, and also not for helping you to carry those boxes, so no ‘buts’ here.”

With a sigh, you chuckle and Bucky makes his way to get the food. He already likes you a lot, you’re a sweet and nice person, no judging. He’s sure you wonder why he wears a hoodie and gloves even though it’s hot, but he also appreciates that you haven’t asked him about it, so he doesn’t have to lie to you .

— —

After Bucky came back with the food the two of you sat there in your new apartment, talked and ate. The conversation flowed between the two of you and you feel like you’ve known Bucky for so long already. He is a sweet and gentle man, taking care of you and making you laugh. Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.

The connection between you and Bucky gets stronger with every day. The two of you spend a lot of days in your or his apartment and he becomes your best friend. You know you can trust him, you can tell him everything and he knows it as well.

One night a few weeks ago, Bucky came over in just a t-shirt, asking you if he is allowed to sleep on your couch because he can’t stand the quietness in his apartment. You offered him to sleep in bed with you, knowing that he would never touch you unless you allow him to do so but he shook his head.

“I-I would just love to sleep on the couch, you know,” Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head while he looked at you with sleepy eyes. He looked tired, not just because he fell out of his bed, but also because he was suffering from nightmares again.

Your scent is always calming to him. It was his first thought as he was sitting on his makeshift bed for the night, sweat running down his body. Bucky would love to say yes to sleeping in a bed with you, but he knew that his nightmares can cause him to punch something next to him and he didn’t want to risk hurting you.

“Are you okay, Buck? Do you need anything, I can make you tea,” you offered, bushing your fingers softly over his stubble. But again, he smiled softly and shook his head. Your touch was so soft, so loving and he got lost for a moment until you nodded and placed a pillow and a blanket on the couch.

“You know… we can also build a blanket fort,” you suggested with a grin, but Bucky just chuckled and patted the space next to him.

You sat down, turning to look at your best friend. He smiled, his fingers fidgeting in his lap as you place yours on his and hold his big hands in your smaller ones.

“We don’t have to, if it makes you uncomfortable,” you said, smiling as softly as possible while you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.

“I-I would love to… but…” Bucky stuttered, his eyes were roaming over your face, trying to find anything that told him that you judge him. However, he could only find nothing but pure love, affection and understanding.

“I just… you remember what I told you about my arm and my past?” You nodded, narrowing your eyes. Bucky inhaled deeply, bringing one of your hands to his metal arm, letting you touch it. He always let you do it, since the day you told him that this arm is a part of him, it makes him special. But you also told him that his arm doesn’t tell who he is because even though he was the winter soldier and had a metal arm there too — it was a different one plus he was under the control of people who used him. But it wasn’t him.

With that he allowed you to touch his arm, it was even claiming for him because you weren’t afraid of him. You accepted and loved him, with the metal arm, with his story. It makes him feel like home.

“I dream about it, almost every night. But when I fell asleep the last time here, I didn't have nightmares. But-but I sometimes punch something so I don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky confessed. You couldn’t help the small quirk of your lips — he felt so comfortable that he doesn’t even have nightmares. But you also couldn’t help the glisten of your eyes; it was awful to know that those dreams made him struggle.

“I’m sorry to hear that. You can always sleep here if you want. And just for you to know… I can take care of myself so if you ever want to cuddle, just tell me, I’m sure I can take care of you and also that you won't hurt me,” you assured him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush softly. He nodded with a thankful smile, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it with a grin on his beautiful lips.

“Thank you, doll. Now go to sleep, I’m sure you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you awake just because I can’t sleep,” he smirked, letting go of you to let you go back to bed, but you stayed where you were and just let your eyes roam over his handsome face a while longer.

“You sure? I don’t mind staying up with you a while longer if it helps you,” you said but he nodded, assuring you that he is fine. “You can turn on the television if you need some background noises.”

With that, you got up and walked back into your bedroom. Bucky smiled softly, leaning back before getting comfortable and turning on the television. Your scent surrounded him and he fell asleep pretty quick, relishing the first good sleep he’d had in weeks.

That was a few weeks ago and even though Bucky loves sleeping at your apartment, sometimes he is out late and doesn’t want to wake you. Plus he wants to give you some privacy. You’re not dating anyone, but as much as he loves your company, he doesn’t want to scare you away.

Bucky knocks at your door. He is on his way to his dinner with Yori but he has to see you. He told the older man a lot about you, but he hasn’t introduced the two of you yet.

In one of Bucky’s hoodies — the one you picked out of his wardrobe when the two of you made a mess in the kitchen — you walk to the door and open it. Your face immediately lights up as you see your best friend, who's smiling softly at you.

“Doll! I’m just on my way to dinner with Yori, wanting to check after you—,” his voice trails off, looking you up and down. His blue eyes light up as he notices the hoodie you’re wearing, and his nose scrunches with the slight curl of his lips. “Looking good in my clothes, sweetheart.”

You giggle, ducking your head to try and hide the warmth that coats your cheeks. You play with your fingers in front of you, then you look up to meet his intense blue eyes. They look so soft and there is nothing but love and affection in them when he looks at you.

“I’m fine, thank you, Buck. Just came home from work, going to make myself some dinner and then watch a movie, probably,” you say. Bucky narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly and he looks just adorable like that. “Don’t worry, not gonna watch our series without you! Hope you enjoy dinner with Yori, tell him ‘Hey’ from me.”

Bucky nods, he doesn’t want to move, he would prefer to stare at you a while longer — maybe just forever. He knows the two of you are meeting the next day for your movie night, but he wants to be around you all the time. He inhales deeply, looking toward the kitchen — there is no smell of food, yet.

“W-would you like to join us?” Bucky stumbles over his words. “He would love to meet you, and I would love to have you around. But only if you want to of course!” He hopes that you agree and go out with him — even though it’s not a date, but for him it’s pretty close to one.

Your smile widens as you nod. “Sure! But I have to change clothes, pretty fast— at least my pants.” With that you’re walking into your bedroom to change. Your heart races and the butterflies in your stomach go wild — it’s just a dinner with Bucky and a friend of his. But at the same time it's dinner with Bucky, who is going to introduce you to one of his friends.

Within a few minutes, you made yourself ready for dinner and walked back to Bucky, who was waiting patiently waiting for you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

“We should put some of my hoodies into your wardrobe so you can always wear them,” he mumbles, his eyes roaming up and down your body and taking every inch in. You look stunning — like always.

You don’t have to wear a dress. Bucky loves you in everything, sweethearts and t-shirts or pants and hoodie. For him you’re always stunning. He can’t take his eyes off you, when he sleeps at yours and you get up in the morning — hair messy and you’re all sleepy. You look like the cutest thing he has ever seen.

“Lets goooo!” You giggle, taking your phone and keys and walking out of your apartment. Bucky closes the door behind you, walking next to you along the floor and out of the building.

Bucky has told you a lot about Yori already, they go out for dinner once or twice a week. Always the same bar and always the same food and drinks but Bucky loves the company of the older man. Even if he has been asking him about you pretty often recently. But Bucky doesn’t mind, he can’t seem to stop talking about how beautiful and sweet you are anyway.

The two of you walk along the street, it’s just a short stroll. He asks you about your day, if you had something nice you could tell him, or if someone upset you during work. Your best friend listens to you the whole time, nodding or chuckling with you.

He always asks you about your day, making sure you had something that made you happy and to get rid of the things that upset you. And even if it ends up with him tickling you until you laugh to have something good to say about the day. As much as Bucky loves to hear and see that someone about the day makes you happy, he loves it more when it’s him who causes your happiness.

Bucky opens the door to the bar. His palms are sweaty and he inhales deeply before following you inside, pointing to the bar where an older man sits. He is obviously waiting for someone while talking to the waitress.

“There is Yori,” Bucky says, his voice sounding slightly broken and when you look at him you notice him shifting from one foot to the other. He smirks at you but it doesn’t reach his eyes — you know that expression.

Bucky often looks like that when people are around and he becomes nervous. Or when someone stares at him with a judgemental gaze, mostly when he is overwhelmed.

You stop in your tracks, turning toward him completely so you block his way toward the bar and take both of his hands in yours. “Buck?”

He hums, letting you know that he’s listening. His ocean blue eyes roam over your face, another attempt of a smile on his pretty lips but once again you notice that it’s not letting his eyes light up like his smile usually does.

“Can you breathe with me? Slowly to calm you down. I’ll hold your hands to help you— feel it?” You ask him, inhaling deeply together with him before slowly exhaling. Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.

“S-sorry… just- I’m just a bit nervous. You’re my best friend and I told him so much about you already but he always looked at me with a smirk- that looks like he knows more about our relationship than I do.” Bucky smiles at you, removing one of his hands to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling softly. “A-And I just can’t take my eyes off of you, doll. You look so pretty.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, holding Bucky’s hand tighter before you slowly walk to the bar where his friend is already sitting. The older man turns around, his eyes widen a bit, just like the grin on his face, as he notices the two of you. Bucky shifts, offering you the place next to the other man before he takes a seat next to you.

“You look just as pretty as Bucky always described you,” Yori says, causing your best friend to choke on his spit. His cheeks heat up and he scratches the back of his neck as you look at him.

“Told you… told you that I talked a lot about you,” Bucky confesses once again. The woman behind the bar walks toward you, a soft smile appearing on his lips. She silently asks the two men if they want to have the same as always. Both of them nod, Bucky doesn't even look at her, his eyes remain on you.

Then the woman turns to you, offering you a card but you shake your head. “The same as whatever Bucky likes, please.” Whatever it is he always orders, you know you will love it. The two of you have almost the same taste in everything and you know what Bucky loves to eat, so you know that he would never eat something that you wouldn’t like either.

The woman smiles nicely before she turns around and leaves the three of you alone. Yori grins at Bucky, wiggling his eyebrows and you have to admit that’s the funniest and cutest thing a older man like Yori could have done. You chuckle, turning to face Bucky, who could win an award against a tomato.

You place your hand on Bucky’s thigh, running your fingers softly over the firm muscle. “Bucky, do you need some fresh air?” You ask, slightly worried that his skin color could be because it’s too hot or the air too thick for him to breathe right now.

Bucky shakes his head. He places his hand on yours and caresses the back of it with his thumb while he looks into your eyes for a moment. “I’m fine, just- just nervous, you know?”

You nod, then you turn back to Yori, who watches the two of you intensely. His eyes are roaming down to Bucky’s thigh where both of your hands are. “So how long are the two of you dating?”

“We aren’t dating. We’re best friends,” you say, narrowing your eyes at the question. Yori’s smile never fades, his eyes glistening. He doesn’t believe the two of you — or maybe he does but then you both are idiots.

“You should ask her out, James,” the older man says and nods toward Bucky. Your best friend's eyes widen but he smiles softly, shaking his head.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but you’re just best friends. You’re everything for him, even though he is more than just in love with you, he is scared to ruin everything. Bucky would do everything for you, but he is still stuck in his past, he is over 100 years old — still looking like a mid 30 year old — but that doesn’t change that he is a broken mess.

“She deserves better than the broken man I am,” Bucky says with a soft laugh. He tries to cover the truth, the pain behind his words but you can see through it.

You would like to smack him for his statement. He may be broken and a mess, but he is still the most loving and sweetest gentleman you have ever met. He never judges you, no matter what it is you have his back, you have his love, you have Bucky. You would actually tell Bucky that you don’t want anyone but him but this would lead into a conversation with more confession — something you don’t want to have during a dinner with one of Bucky’s friends in public.

The night goes well, the three of you are laughing a lot. Yori points out often that the two of you have more than just a friendship, that you both have feelings for one another but you and Bucky play it off. You like Yori a lot, you understand why Bucky likes the older man, why he always eats lunch or dinner with him. After saying your goodbyes to Yori, Bucky and you walk back to your apartment complex. Bucky brings you to your apartment, kissing your cheek softly before he makes his way to his own apartment. Your night is filled with a lot of dreams with Bucky and even Bucky himself has a night — without nightmares — but filled with fluffy thoughts of you and him.

You spend almost your whole free time with your best friend, mostly watching movies or just talking about his or your day. You know everything about his missions with Sam and Bucky suggested that he could take you with him to meet Sam. But this plan changes when Bucky knocks at your door after another mission, his smile as bright as always and behind him another man.

You know that Bucky would come home today, you already made dinner for the two of you but you didn’t know he would bring a friend of his. “Hi, doll! I-I uhm… that’s Sam! He asked to sleep here before he flies to his family tomorrow.”

“Bucky!” You say excitedly as you pull him into a much needed hug. You look over his shoulder to see his friend smirking at the two of you. “Hi, Sam. Come in, Bucky has to give me at least five minutes of cuddles before I let go of him again!”

“Does he cling to you like that all the time?” Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.

“Why? Isn’t he such a sweet teddy bear around you?” You ask and poke your fingers into Bucky’s cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. “He’s my favourite teddy bear!”

“The cyborg being a teddy?” Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. “He’s more like a cold, staring machine.”

“I made pizza, your favourite one,” you say and run your fingers through Bucky’s hair, making him sigh into your neck. “Sam, do you like cyborg pizza?”

Sam laughs while Bucky growls once again, but it turns into a chuckle almost immediately. You’re just so cute, he can’t help himself, he can’t stop himself smiling and chuckling whenever you’re around.

“But I get to keep you on my lap,” he mumbles, letting you down for a moment to place the pizza on the table. Sam watches the two of you, smirking at Bucky. He has never seen his friend so soft and not grumpy around someone. But he likes this version of Bucky, the cute, sweet one, that looks so happy. It's like there is nothing that could make Bucky’s mood bad when you’re around, he smiles all the time, even his eyes are bright and shine in the most beautiful blue.

“I do like every pizza,” Sam nods, arranging the plates you placed in his hands on the table. He puts two of them on one side and one where he sits. Bucky grins at him, placing the pizza on the table before he picks you up and lets you sit on his lap.

Your best friend's arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time, you’re deep in talks with both of the men, getting to know Sam but also some secret and funny things about Bucky.

“And once… it was our first meeting, he landed on top of our car and he smashed the front glass and ripped out the steering wheel.,” Sam says before chewing further on the pizza. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling softly.

“It wasn’t actually me. It was during the time of the winter soldier,” he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, calming him. You know that Bucky isn’t ashamed to talk to you about his past but you also know that he is still slightly tense when it comes to it. And your touch, your closeness and softness, is always calming for him.

“My sister and I are almost done with the boat, maybe Bucky wants to bring you to our little party then?” Sam asks, eying Bucky. “My little nephews and my sister would love you! They already love Bucky, and you’re way nicer than the cyborg.”

“Ey!” Bucky grumbles, gripping you tighter and pulling you more against him. You giggle, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Bucky would love to bring you with him to the party, Sam is a good friend of his, and you’re his best friend, his everything. And even though the two of you aren’t dating, he doesn’t like the way Sam talks about you — that you’re nicer and probably sweeter and more beautiful. He isn’t wrong but Bucky doesn’t like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.

“I would love to meet them, if Bucky wants to invite me,” you giggle. Bucky nods, smirking at you with a mouthful of pizza. He chews on it happily, holding you firmly pressed against his broad chest.

“Would love to,” Bucky smirks, swallowing the pizza before he opens his mouth to let you shove the next slice between his lips. You laugh softly, grasping another and shoving it into his mouth as well.

“So, Bucky said you’re not dating one another?” Sam asks, eyeing the two of you. A smug grin on his face, his eyebrows twitching in amusement. You shake your head, running your fingers through Bucky’s soft brown locks.

“No, he’s my best friend! Why does everyone think that?” You tilt your head softly, causing Bucky to almost choke on his pizza. You’re just so adorable and he can’t help himself but with a mouthful of pizza he can’t chuckle or laugh. “Buck! Don’t choke on your pizza! You need to chew before you swallow!”

Sam makes a lot more jokes about Bucky but in return Bucky embarrasses Sam just as much. The evening is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky decides to sleep in your apartment on the couch, while Sam gets Bucky’s apartment — on the condition that he has to promise not to sneak around.

The man was more than just curious what Bucky was hiding in his apartment. Maybe a wedding ring already or maybe some really kinky sex toys? But to not destroy their trust and friendship he promises not to sneak around and he surprisingly managed to not do it.

You spend the weekend with Bucky, he asks you out for some ice cream and invites you also to another dinner with Yori. In the evenings you’re wrapped with Bucky into a blanket, snuggled up on the couch while you watch every kind of movie you can find or play some board games.

On Monday, you had to work again. Bucky told you he would make dinner and you can just come over after work. You know he is making your favourite food, he always does when he cooks for you.

You’re currently walking home from work, a few men following you, nothing too exciting because it’s a public street. But no matter where you walk, they follow you, their voices grow louder and you try to speed up. You can’t walk home, you can’t let them know where you live but they come so close.

“Girl, wait!” One of them shoots and laughs. You hear your blood rushing through your veins. The footsteps of the men behind you coming closer with every step and you feel the panic grow. You try to breathe slowly, try to calm yourself down but it doesn’t work. At least not as long as those guys walk behind you.

“I said wait, whore!” The man growls this time, his pace faster than before and he almost reaches you already. His hand is already reaching out and touching your shoulder. You prepare yourself to be thrown around, to be thrown against a wall or on the ground but it doesn’t come.

You walk further, slowing down the moment you feel a cold arm around your waist. The voices are quieter, almost silent. You inhale deeply, noticing Bucky’s scent and only now you dare to open your eyes further to look at your best friend, who presses you into his side. “Hi, babydoll.”

His voice is soft and shushing, you immediately relax in his warm embrace. Your eyes are locked with his — you’re happy he is there, that he helped you with those weird men who followed you.

“Hey! What are you doing here, Bucky?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder while he leads you through the street and toward your home.

“I had to go shopping, your favourite snacks were empty and I didn’t want my best girl to eat something she doesn’t like as much,” he chuckles and kisses your forehead softly. His lips are always so soft and warm, you could get lost in the feeling of them against your warm skin.

“You’re the best,” you giggle. Bucky nods proudly. He opens the door for you, leading you into the hallway before you make your way up to his apartment. Bucky prepared dinner already, he just wanted to get your favourite snacks before you were home, and saving his best girl from some weirdos wasn’t a plan, but he did it anyway.

“I know. Now, get yourself a seat, it’s your turn to decide on a movie first and dinner will be on the plates in just a moment,” Bucky says before he kisses your forehead once again. You take a seat on his couch, making it already comfortable and look for a movie. You can smell the food already, your tummy rumbling and you are already excited to get a taste of this delicious food your best friend made.

You almost confessed your love to him after the dinner, the food was so good and Bucky was so close, his lips so plump and soft you wanted to kiss him so bad. But you couldn’t just kiss your best friend, not before you told him about your feelings, not before you knew about his feelings.

You excused yourself and rushed into the bathroom, you needed a moment to breathe, he was just so soft and warm. Your feelings for your best friend went crazy and cuddling with him didn’t do a good job at calming all your running thoughts.

Even though his lips were really tempting, you didn’t kiss him, his presence made you all dizzy and comfortable — just like always — but you two watched the movie and threw popcorn at one another.

A few hours later you went to your apartment and into your bed. That’s where you are now, your eyes closed but you’re still awake, you can’t stop the thoughts in your mind. Bucky is so present in your thoughts, you tried to hide your love — your feelings — for him but the closer you come to him the harder it gets.

You’re so in love with Bucky, just like he is in love with you. You even have the key to Bucky’s apartment, just like he has yours. So when you suddenly hear a loud cracking noise and a wrecked scream you immediately sit up in your bed.

You know that sound too well, Bucky never screamed that loud but you know the way his voice sounds — it’s him. And your heart clenches as you realize that he has a nightmare, again. He told you once that the only way he doesn’t have one is being close to you. You offered him that he could sleep in your apartment even in your bed with you, but he just smiled. He doesn’t want to be a burden, doesn’t want to take away the little privacy you have. Even though you would rather spend your nights with him next to you, you accepted his decision.

You get out of your bed, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts — you stole it — and get the keys to Bucky’s apartment before you run out of yours and open the door to his. You already notice the silhouette of Bucky in the corner of the living room.

He always sits in a corner after a nightmare, his legs close to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. The wall behind him doesn’t let anyone attack him from behind and from the spot he is sitting at he can see every entrance.

You slowly walk toward him, turning on just a small light to not scare him even more. “Bucky? Hey, it’s me. Can you hear me?” You ask and get on your knees. A bit of distance between the two of you.

Bucky’s blue eyes are widened and sweat is running down his forehead. He nods slightly, staring at you. His eyes drift through the room every now and then, making sure no one he doesn’t want to have in his apartment comes into it.

You don’t even notice that you just confessed your love to him, of course you told him you love him but not like that. The seriousness, the love which is visible in your eyes and for the first time since the two of you know one another Bucky looks at you with a shocked but relieved expression on his face. His eyes still widened from the nightmare but your confession gave him hope — hope that someone as precious and sweet as you could really love someone as broken and messed up like him.

He doesn’t say anything, his face is buried back in your chest after you meet his gaze for a few seconds. He wants to believe that you love him, he really wants but something inside of him tells him that he doesn’t deserve your love.

“I don’t deserve your love…I-i…” Bucky stumbles, he whimpers and pulls you even closer toward him. “I-I want you to love me… b-but I don’t deserve your love…”

“Bucky!” You say, gasping at his words. How can someone as sweet and lovely like him not believe to be able to be loved more than everything, that he deserves so much love? “Hey! Listen to me. You deserve so much love! You deserve all the love in the world. You even deserve the world, Bucky. And I don’t care how broken or messed up you are, I love you!”

Bucky looks up at you once again, his fingers digging into your back. He shakes his head, he wants you to love him, so bad, but he doesn’t want to destroy you. He doesn’t want to hurt you, to break you, to make you like he is. “N-no…”

“Yes, Bucky. You can’t stop me, you can’t make me love you less. No one can, no one will ever make me love you less. I pretended that I could be just your best friend but I can’t anymore. I love you, more than everything, I need you, and I want you to see that you deserve love, all the love!” You say, trying to sound serious but still soft while talking to him.

You’re not sure what came over you to confess all that, maybe because he broke down once you wrapped your arms around him? Maybe it was just the last push after the day and half the night laying awake or whatever it was — you don’t regret it, you could never regret telling the love of your life that you love him, that you care for him — that your best friend is everything for you.

“Doll… you can’t… you— I will break you… I will hurt you. You deserve better than me,” Bucky whimpers, he has you already sitting on his lap, refusing to let go of you.

“It doesn’t matter, even when there would be someone better, I wouldn’t like someone other than you. Please let me love you, let me show you that you deserve to be loved just like everyone,” you mumble, running your fingers through his brown locks.

Bucky nods, letting himself fall more against you, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with love and affection. He has waited so long to hear those words from you, and now — no matter how shitty this situation is — it makes his heart race and his feelings for you to grow.

“Can you sleep in my bed then?” He whimpers, looking up at you with teary eyes. You can’t help but chuckle at his cute request, then you nod. Bucky inhales deeply, his breath still shaking but everything worked out so well right now, he couldn’t ask for anything else.

Your love will heal him, he knows it because it has since you got to know one another. Since he helped you to move into your apartment. Bucky knows that he never felt for someone before like he feels for you, no matter how broken he is, he knows that it will never stop him from loving you more than everything.

“I love you too, more than everything,” he mumbles, leaning more into you. “You know… I will never let you go. I will hold you in my arms every night, I will make you dinner, I-i will… be the best version of me I can be.”

“You’re already the best version of yourself, Bucky. You’re the most precious man, the sweetest I have ever met,” you smile softly, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. His ocean blue eyes shining with adoration and love, no signs of fear to the nightmare anymore. “Can I kiss you?”

Bucky nods with a soft smile across his lips as he is leaning closer already. You giggle at his impatience. But it was just too long to try not to, so you can’t blame him, it was too long to hold back from kissing one another. With a soft smile, you place your lips on his. And they really are as soft and warm as they look. You sigh softly, letting Bucky pull you even closer and hold you as tight as possible against his broad chest. His lips move softly against yours and he relaxes in your warm embrace, with his lips finally touching yours.

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onlyjaeyun · 8 months ago

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my angel love zadie!!🌷🤍 idk if my asks are going through/being delivered to you bc my tumblr has been a bit weird lately :/ but i want to send another one and hopefully you’ll receive it!!

BUT OHHHH MY GOODNESS THE LAST COUPLE CHAPS LETS DISCUSS:

the amount of times i had to pause my reading session for the friendmas chap bc the more i read the more my heart broke and im too fragile to read it all in one go🥲💔 but hoon’s secret santa present for yn omg that was the most beautiful and thoughtful gift ever and the fact that it was hoon’s peace offering to finally put an end to all this enemy stuff made me so 🥺🥺 AND HIM WRITING THE CARD IN JAPANESE TOO!! i know our hearts have to hurt for a bit but im so excited to see soft and fluffy hoonie w/ yn and vise versa like they are each other’s person❤️‍🩹

now i don’t want to talk about the interaction with riki’s mom but i’m going to talk about it — what a witch!!! the fact that she could even sleep at night after knowing what she did to sunghoon & yn’s friendship is so unsettling to me like they were so young :(( and when hoon asked “what letter?” i swear i got so silent and had to stare blankly into my wall to process my heart shattering into a million pieces. like how they treated each other for the past decade was built off of a huge misunderstanding caused by none other than that witch of a mother/stepmother, i swear when i catch her!!!!! and yn giving up her dream for riki :(( she loves him so much and so does he like i cant even imagine riki’s emotions finding something out like that. also with yn too like she carried such a burden for the longest time to make her brother happy i’m so :(( they deserve a happy ending too and knowing that their “family” can never come near and hurt them ever again makes my heart so content😭❤️‍🩹

the nishimuras have such a special place in my heart 🥺❤️‍🩹 i don’t have any siblings so i like to indulge in her character a bit and their closeness is just something that pieced my broken heart from the friendmas chapter back together🫶🏻

NOW HOON FINALLY CONFESSING TO HIS BOYS HIS FEELINGS FOR YN!!!! i’m so so excited to see how this all unfolds and for hoonyn to get all fluffy and do couple things🥹💓

as always, i hope life has been treating you well my love!!! always thinking about you and how you’re doing🤍 wishing for you to be happy always baby!! sending you so much love💓💓💓

- 💌

oh goodness, my sweetest, kindest, softest baby's here and i couldnt be happier, hi my love 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍

first of all, i hope you've been doing well and that life's been treating you even better baby, you deserve nothing but the best!🤍 please make sure to take care of yourself and i hope you have the best weekend ever 🤥💗💗🌥️

now, you have NO idea just how much your feedback and review on the most recent chaps means to me 🥺 thank you thank you thank you :( not only for taking the time out of your day to make mine so much better but also for always being so sweet and so kind to me, i can't even explain just how grateful and appreciative i am of you. i love you so so so much and am still giggling over your reactions, i love it SO much 😫

sending you the biggest kiss baby 💐🌷💞

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delirious-donna · 2 years ago

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Hello fellow liebe simp here 😈 I was wondering what liebe, along with asta and yuno, would be like as dads 🥺. I’m extremely curious on how liebe would be like

Yay!! A fellow Liebe simp, I'm so happy!! 😁💗

Ah this is such a sweet ask, makes me all teary to think of them as dads. 🥺

I'll pop my thoughts beneath the cut for brevity on the post...

Liebe

Nervous during the entire pregnancy, loses a lot of sleep simply from worrying over how you will cope with the birth of a hybrid baby.

Super protective and allows only the people he trusts the most anywhere near you. Growls at Dr Owen when he examines you until you grab his hand and tell him that all is okay. You want him to relax but it is so hard for him.

When the baby arrives, Liebe is overwhelmed with a love he had never previously experienced. He loves you but the love for his child is on a different level.

He has to be pushed into holding the tiny bundle, too overcome with a fear of doing something wrong, but that first touch and everything changes. The wildly flailing and jerking limbs of his newborn baby is enough to bring tears to his eyes, which he hastily wipes away.

Liebe is a hands on dad and wants to take on as much of the parenting duties as possible. It wouldn’t be fair to leave it all to you (isn’t that the dream?). He knows that’s there will be times he can’t be at home, times when he has to go on missions with Asta but he pulls off his weight when he is around.

The sweet-natured devil is a bit of a pushover and rarely says no to his precious child. They want to eat treats an hour before dinner time? Sure, just don’t tell mom. They want to go for a ride on Uncle Magna’s crazy cyclone? Uhhh, okay but he is coming too!

Overall, Liebe is a worrier by nature and having a child doesn’t help that. He will be the most protective of dads and ensure that his child grows up to know how loved they are. A good childhood and plenty of nurture is what he offers.

Asta

An excited ball of endless energy. He spends the entire pregnancy with stars in his eyes and yelling constantly. Asta couldn't wait to announce the news to all his friends, and he had a hard time waiting until you were ready. It was kinda adorable though.

Very supportive but doesn't really get what the fuss is about, surely carrying a baby can't be that bad? Receives multiple scoldings from you and others such as Vanessa and Mimosa.

The first cry of his newborn baby was the best moment of his life, bar none. Asta hadn't thought the bond would be as instantaneous as it was but he knew he'd do anything for this little squalling bundle of joy.

Asta is very childlike, sometimes it's like you are caring for two children. He can't be depended on for seeing through the consequences of naughty behaviour, poor papa is wrapped around that chubby little finger.

You never have an issue with sleeping troubles because Asta wears that child out! Endless games, mischievous adventures and stories of his past missions (child friendly, obviously) with dramatic re-enactments. They will out like a light as soon as their head touches the pillow.

Overall, he is not great at being authoritative or strict but will devote all his free time to entertaining and loving your child. He is a fantastic dad, and you won't be stopping at just one.

Yuno

Pure dread, cold sweats and sleepless nights. It's not that he doesn't want a child, he desperately wished to provide a childhood that he had only ever glimpsed, but he is terrified.

You'll spend a lot of time reassuring him that all will be okay, and Yuno loves to rest his head gently on your bump and simply hum soft noises. He is too embarrassed to speak to the baby growing inside but he knows that hearing his voice will be a benefit.

He is in love with how much the beautiful baby looks like you, the light of his life, and he silently promises to make sure they spend every moment of their life knowing they are loved unconditionally. Yuno grew up thinking he had been abandoned, the same would not be the same for his child.

Yuno can be strict, but mainly because he doesn't want you to feel stressed out. Harmony is something he strives for so he will be calm and fair at all times. His child will know the house rules, knows when not to push too far and when they will get away with murder.

He struggles with engaging in childish play, it's not in his nature but he tries - he really does. Tea parties? Playing hide and seek? Reading yet another bedtime story? Yuno will do it all, and more.

As long as you are by his side, parenthood doesn't seem that bad. With your reassurance and patience, he can accomplish anything, and your child will be a part of a large extended family of some pretty wild characters.

They might be an only child by blood, but they will have so many brothers and sisters by choice as they grow up with the children of Asta, Langris, and Klaus - just to name a few.

Overall, a more traditional dad but he does his best to bring fun and laughter into the life of his child.

#delirious answers #black clover fluff #liebe fluff #liebe x reader #asta fluff #asta x reader #yuno fluff #yuno x reader #tw pregnancy #tw babies

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mmollymercury · 2 years ago

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For the ask game, mbti for Julieta (sorry I'm simping hard and I loved the Luisa one :3)

Aww thank you ‼️💖💖💖 I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME FOREVER TO GET AROUND TO THIS. I've still got lots of things in my inbox I've been meaning to get to😅😅😅 sorrryyy!

So, I've actually already done all the MBTIs for the triplets, you can see that here🥰🥰

But to compensate, I'll do all the other questions for Juli💗💗

Julieta

⚧ - Pronoun hc: she/her🥰

🏳️‍⚧️- Gender hc: cis female.

🏳️‍🌈- Orientation hc: idk,,, never really thought abt it, I guess she can be the token straight,

🌌- zodiac sign hc: Just like Bruno, she's a libra♎💗

🧠- MBTI/Enneagram hc: link💗🥰🥰

❤- OTP hc: Julieta and Agustín give me the strength to carry on😭😭😭

😭😭😭💗💗💗💗‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

🧡- Everyone I ship with this character: Agustínnnn😫🥺🥺🥺💗

💛- Brotp: The Madrigal triplets💗💗 also, I imagine her and Félix to have a really good relationship 💫💫 (this is strictly familial love tho, guys😤😤😤)

💚- Notp: basically anything disgusTANG😤😤‼️‼️‼️

💙- Crossover ship: 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

💜- Crossover non-ship relationship I like: idea: her and Tiana. Boom💥

💖- Happy hc: When she's cooking, sometimes she does a lil jig. When her kids were babies, she'd always take a break from cooking to dance with them, the kind were you ballance them on your feet🥺🥺🥺

THIS SECTION SPECIFICALLY INSPIRED ME TO LIST OFF ALL THE CUTE THINGS I THINK AGUSTÍN AND JULIETA DO. SO ENJOY:💞💞💞💞

Agustín is such a gentleman, he always opens the door for Julieta and offers his hand to her when there's a bump in the road, most times; he ends up hurting himself in the process while Juli comes out unscathed.

Agustín's vows were very long, yes they were filled with fluff but mostly because he wrote down nearly every accident he came to Julieta with, with each one, he stated how much deeper in love he fell.

He does a goofy, signature, pure Agustín 'ooo!' plus grin when Juli gets dressed in something special. He'll bob on his feet too, like a happy puppy🥺.

While I imagine Félix and Pepa’s music taste to be mostly upbeat and danceable, Julieta and Agustín's is more mellow and smooth, think 'I'm so happy now' by Willie Wright ❤ perfect for graceful dances like that one animation test🥺🥺

People would question why Julieta would like Agustín, Alma too (briefly) but Julieta was always enamoured by him and liked his honesty and clumsy nature, I'm sure a lot of guys would bother her at her stall with minor or fake injuries just to flirt with her (she just gives off 'preferring more feminine men' vibesss)

When Agustín gets drunk, he sometimes forgets Julieta is his wife and flirts with her, asking her on dates and stuff.

One time, when Agustín went to kiss Julieta’s hand, he completely misjudged his position and kissed his own instead. Julieta laughed 'Ay, Agustín.'

Despite the bees, Agustín still gives Julieta flowers every anniversary. Every anniversary he gets stung.

~😫💗😫~

❤🩹- Angsty hc: I feel like being around food since a very young age, constantly, would give her either a dependence on it, or a repulsion. In Julieta’s case, I think it's a dependence. She eats when she's stressed and also gets the urge to cook if she's upset, because it's the only way she feels useful.

📖- AU I'd like to see them in: modern au, modern au, imagine her on a cooking show like bake off and all the family watching ADSFGHFFFKL-

😋- Funny/stupid hc: she gives Agustín raspberry kisses😙😙😙 and sometimes when she's cooking, she'll draw little pictures in the dough before folding it, then laugh to herself, thinking: 'hehehe, no-one will ever know🤭🤪'

🪞- Appearance hc: she's beauty, she's grace, there's no flaw on her face. Seriously tho, between the triplets, I think she probably started getting grey hairs first. All of their jobs are stressful, don't get me wrong, but I think that Julieta standing all day and being in a hot environment, she's prone to exhaustion and pain. Agustín will help massage out those knots, but it still has a mental effect x

🥖- Food hc: chef's palate, because obviously👌👌🤌🤌🤌 she finds the flavour in everything, just like Camilo! She loves combining flavours and experimenting with a variety of ingredients. She'll know when something is objectively rank-tasting but she's got a food critic palate, a taste for everything! Bruno on the other hand...

She's constantly trying to convert him, let's say that.

🛌- Sleep hc: Contrary to her personality, I think she snores very loudly. Agustín does too tho. Their bedroom is the loudest it's ever been when they sleep lol. Yep, they're those parents.... aka mine😫

🏡- Domestic hc: Best mam. She's the first one up, yep, even before Alma! And she uses this time to make everyone specialised breakfasts. When everyone comes downstairs, all the food is inexplicably the right temperature for them. She greets everyone with a good morning and a 'did you sleep well?'. Also, she still tucks Mirabel into bed💗💗💗

Julieta: goodnight, Te amo mi bebita preciosa!

Mirabel: mam!

🗡- Badass hc- as a teenager, when people would bully her brother, she'd make a patch of rock hard bread to throw at them😈😈😈 she's a protective mam and will be very stern to the parents of the children who hurt them.

❓- Anything else you want: you can't say she wouldn't pull a 'I'll krump with you sweetie!'

#encanto #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta x agustin #encanto headcanons #encanto asks #ask game #my headcanons #💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

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sebsxphia · 8 months ago

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ABBIE OH MY GOODNESS! 🥺🥹 for me?! for lil’ ol’ me?! my love, i’m so, so incredibly in love with this piece of writing, and you! i’ve read this over and over again since i woke up this morning. just, thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this piece of incredible writing, my love. i would quote the entire thing back to you, because every word was absolutely beautiful. i adore how you capture the all consuming guilt from rhett and how harshly he wrestles with himself. i cannot get enough of this! please enjoy my ramblings below, my love 🥹💗

He’s fucked up before, but not like this. Never like this. All those promises he’d made, both to you and to himself. That he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you. That he’d protect you. That he’d never hurt you. / Liar. Liar. Liar.

straight away this hurts. i just know rhett would be taunting himself over and over again, calling himself a liar.

Rhett tries to remember the last time his ma has spoken that gently to him. Gentleness is rare in these parts, and before you had come along Cecelia had reserved it for Amy and Perry - occasionally Royal in one of his good moods. Try as he might, Rhett hadn’t had more than a fraction of it in years. / Until you.

oh my god, abbie! this broke me 😭 and i think that this is so incredibly true for their family dynamic. i think that rhett would come to the conclusion that he wasn’t always going to get this affection, but then you come along and still, he can’t believe how lucky he is.

“Come on. I’ll…take you to bed, okay?” / He’s half expecting to hear you refuse, say you can do it yourself. However, you only sniffle and nod. / “Want me to carry you?” As soon as the words are out, Rhett regrets them. How on earth can he expect you to want him to touch you, after everything? The offer hangs tentatively in the air, a fragile thread waiting to be snapped. / “Yes, p-please.” / The noose around his neck loosens just a little. / Rhett scoops you up in his arms. He tries not to read anything into the way you nestle into his chest, perfect in his hold like you were made for him. Truthfully, there’s a part of him that could never quite believe it’s his ring on your finger, your clothes in the battered dresser in his room, your warmth in his bed.

Almost automatically, he sits at your feet and undoes your shoes, the same as he’d done the night before after coming home from a long day building fences. / You always wait up for him. To this day, he still can’t understand why.

which absolutely ties into these parts here! how rhett still cannot understand why you do the things you do. the part where he asked to carry you, how the noose around his neck loosens a little, how he doesn’t want to notice how you nestle into him for safety… i just. oh my god. i can’t quite put it into words how much this part touched me 🥺

He stands, but then your hand catches at his. / “Please don’t go.” Your voice is small. “I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m sorry.” The words leave him almost involuntarily, a choked rasp in his throat. “I…fuck. I’m so sorry.”

i could hear the way how he would choke up at your words and then apologise over and over again. my sweet, sweet cowboy 🥺 he deserves nothing but love.

Still, as you drift off to sleep, he kisses the top of your head and silently renews his vow. Whatever Perry has brought on them, whatever awaits him come daylight and any of the days to follow, Rhett will take it all. Every last drop. / But none of it will ever touch you again.

aaaaaaaah! his promise to himself and his promise to you. i love and need my protective cowboy 🥺 in conclusion—

wounds

for @sebsxphia, based on this ask :)

The bathroom is silent, save for the slow drip of water from the sink and your own strained, uneven breaths.

Rhett’s stopped breathing some time ago. He can’t seem to remember how to start again now. All of his attention is laser focused on you: the towel pressed to the cut on your head, the blood on your clothes, your muffled sobs.

Liar. Liar. Liar.

There’s a part of him that simmers deep down, still wanting to go back downstairs and hit Perry until his face reflects even a fraction of the pain on yours. Even if it means getting beaten to shit himself. The guilt that threatens to swallow him whole craves some kind of penance, whether that’s being pummelled by his brother or having to deal with your inevitable rejection.

“Come on, honey. Let me see now.” Cecelia’s voice pulls Rhett back to the present. He watches, fingers white-knuckled on the door handle, as the towel is pulled away from your head.

It’s not a big cut, but with the blood smeared along your skin it seems twice the size it actually is. Cecelia runs her fingers along it, gently probing.

You whimper, and Rhett takes a half step forward. He wants to hold you so bad it hurts. Send his ma away and look after you himself. Shame, however, turns his body to lead, so he just stands there and waits.

“You’ll have a bad headache in the morning,” Cecelia says finally, “but you won’t need stitches. I’ll just clean up this blood and put a bandage on it and you can get some rest, okay sweetheart?”

Until you.

Sweet and kind and the only good thing in his life. It’s hardly any wonder that you had managed to win over his family as well. The dark cloud hanging over the Abbott range had all but disappeared in your presence.

Now Perry - and Rhett, by association - have brought it back, and your injury is the result.

There’s a light touch to his sleeve, and he looks down at his ma. Cecelia’s face is pinched, her eyes red-rimmed.

“I’ll put Amy to bed. You…finish up here, alright?”

Rhett swallows. “Okay.” I’m sorry. The words stick in his throat.

He takes a deep breath and steps into the bathroom. You’re still seated on the edge of the tub, arms wrapped around yourself, head ducked low.

“Hey.” His voice comes out more like a croak than anything else, but you still startle, eyes blown wide. The bandage on your forehead stands out stark against your skin, silently accusing him.

“R-Rhett.” Your voice wavers, and it hurts worse than any time he’s been thrown.

“Come on. I’ll…take you to bed, okay?”

He’s half expecting to hear you refuse, say you can do it yourself. However, you only sniffle and nod.

“Want me to carry you?” As soon as the words are out, Rhett regrets them. How on earth can he expect you to want him to touch you, after everything? The offer hangs tentatively in the air, a fragile thread waiting to be snapped.

“Yes, p-please.”

The noose around his neck loosens just a little.

Rhett scoops you up in his arms. He tries not to read anything into the way you nestle into his chest, perfect in his hold like you were made for him. Truthfully, there’s a part of him that could never quite believe it’s his ring on your finger, your clothes in the battered dresser in his room, your warmth in his bed.

After tonight, he might never have any of it again. The thought makes him want to be sick.

He carries you across the hall and into his room - your room. The lamp on the bedside table is on already, casting the room in a soft yellow glow. Carefully, Rhett pulls back the sheets and lays you down. Almost automatically, he sits at your feet and undoes your shoes, the same as he’d done the night before after coming home from a long day building fences.

You always wait up for him. To this day, he still can’t understand why.

He finishes with the shoes and puts them under the bed, then pulls the duvet up. Your eyes are half shut, face still bearing the strain of what had happened earlier.

“Get some rest, alright?” It’s all Rhett can manage. He needs to go…do something. Break something. Figure out how he’s going to live without you when you’re gone, safely away from all this insanity.

He stands, but then your hand catches at his.

“Please don’t go.” Your voice is small. “I don’t want you to go.”

Rhett turns. You’re looking up at him again, but the expression on your face isn’t anger or disgust or fear.

You need him. You…still want him. Even after this.

“I’m sorry.” The words leave him almost involuntarily, a choked rasp in his throat. “I…fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“Rhett,” you say, but he can’t stop the tears anymore. Then you’re crying too, and for a while the only sounds in the room are your combined sobs.

When it’s finally over, Rhett lies on the bed next to you, his chin resting on your head, arms around you. “Not your fault, Rhett,” you murmur sleepily. You’re still holding his hand, fingers linked with his as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear. “S’ going to be okay.”

You’re too good for him.

“I know. I’m sorry.” It’ll be a while before he can accept this forgiveness, but having you in his arms is a greater boon than Rhett could ever have hoped for. It’ll have to be enough for now. Still, as you drift off to sleep, he kisses the top of your head and silently renews his vow. Whatever Perry has brought on them, whatever awaits him come daylight and any of the days to follow, Rhett will take it all. Every last drop.

But none of it will ever touch you again.

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