#i hope today/tonight is kind to you <33

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[stylesparker]

together again

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: ex-bestfriend!steve, bullying, panic attack, anxiety, mentioned parent death, angst, hurt/comfort, "i've got you"

A/N: sorry this request took so long, but I hope you enjoy anon! Thank you for checking with me first, and I hope this can offer you a little more comfort! <33

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" You knock yourself out of your stupor and look at Steve, his eyes gazing gravely at you. His arms are crossed, his hair is all styled up to perfection like always, and you think to yourself- how is it that you've been paired up with Steve Harrington, again, for another stupid project? Why you, of all people?

You definitely have to be cursed.

"You heard me, right?" He confirms. "My house after school?"

You nod, almost rolling your eyes a bit. "Yeah, totally." You huff before you ask, "since when have you been one to get a head start on school work?"

He chuckles, but it sounds more sarcastic than genuine, "Since I needed a good grade in this class to graduate, L/N. I'll see you later." He pushes off the wall, sauntering away in those stupid ass jeans that actually kind of make his ass look good. You shake your head, looking away from the boy and turn to face your locker once more.

As soon as you close it with your backpack over your shoulder, you hear familiar whistles coming towards you down the hallway.

Shit.

You start walking, hoping within an inch of your life these shitheads aren't coming to you, but you know better. A hand clamps over your shoulder, squeezing a little too hard for you to know exactly who it is.

Justin Andrews, the biggest dick in Hawkins.

"Heya, sweetheart, you miss me?" He laughs right into your ear.

"Not exactly."

"Oh, I know you did. Where ya' been? Haven't seen you around all week, was sorta starting to miss this pretty ass." His friends laugh beside him as his hand drifts down your shoulder and smacks your ass, catching you off guard and making you flinch farther from his hold.

"Been sick." That's all you answer, thinking maybe putting him off with short responses will get him to find somebody else, but again, you know better than to think this will be different than any other time before.

"Damn, that's a shame. I'm sure those kids of yours got a nice break from ya' then huh?" You glare at him as he offers a wide-grinned smile, winking at you before leaving you with another smack to the ass as a parting gift. As Justin and his pack of friends depart, you hurry away as fast as you can down the hall and out the doors before they can even think of coming back.

Once you finally get to your car and get inside, you throw your stuff to the passenger seat and take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. There was no way you were going to last period after that, and besides, your youngest little brother needed to be picked up from daycare today anyway. Luckily your other four siblings are a bit older and take the bus now, otherwise you probably would have dropped out at this point. You take another deep breath and drive off in hopes of getting your brother quickly, and home on time so you don't show up late to Steve's.

You do not want to deal with an angry Steve.

...

As the universe would have it, everything was against you today.

First, you almost got hit by some drunk pulling out of the bar halfway to the daycare. Once you got to the daycare, you had to wait half an hour since your brother had a tantrum and didn't want to leave in the middle of snack time. By the time you got him out of there, and into your car in his blue booster seat, it had been another 20 minutes. Usually it's about a 15 minute drive home from the daycare, but it ended up being a half hour due to traffic. After you finally made it home, you got a call from your boss asking you to come in again later tonight to take another extra shift since your shitty co-worker hasn't been showing up for two weeks.

At that point, you were about to lose it. You'd just gotten home and now you had to miss another family dinner tonight, much to your brother's disappointment. You wish you had just a moment to breathe, but everything has been so... chaotic lately, it's like you've been running a marathon for a month straight.

You opened the cabinet to see what food was in there, but it was only half a bag of stale potato chips, and a couple boxes of your sisters' favorite cereal. You sighed, holding your empty stomach. Leftovers tonight would have to suffice.

You took a quick glance at the clock at the wall, but did the world's fastest double take when you saw the time 4:30.

SHIT. You think. Steve is going to murder me.

Thankfully, you hear your mom pull in the driveway so at least you're not leaving your brother home alone. You grab your backpack and bolt out the door with your keys in your hand. You scream a quick goodbye to your mom while she watches you pull out of the driveway like a madman, and take off in a rush.

Fifteen minutes later, you're pulling into Steve's huge driveway, slamming the door behind you, and running up to the door with big huffs to try and catch your breath. You knock on the door three times, and pull your hand back down when you see the door already opening in front of you. When the door is opened, you're confronted by the boy you were dreading to see.

"I'm sorry-" you begin to apologize, but Steve immediately cuts you off.

"Are you serious? I asked you if after school worked and you told me it was fine, and now you're an hour and a half late!"

"Steve-" you try again, but he continues. You stand there, taking in his anger and frustration, and all you can do is blankly stare and nod, not even knowing what you're agreeing with. You shut your eyes and look at the ground, willing the tears to stay back while you twist your fingers in your hands. You don't even know when his voice lost its edge or when it even stopped at all, or when you'd been pulled inside and asked if you were alright. Your eyes are still closed, but your head feels like it's going to explode and you can't hear what he's saying. The tears are streaming down your face before you can help it, and your hands start shaking from how hard you're trying to hold back.

Steve's so taken aback, he can't even speak. He hasn't seen you like this in a long time, not since your dad died and you practically became a parent to your siblings. His heart breaks a little bit at the sight of you, and he feels a part of his old self coming back, wanting to comfort you and protect you just like he did growing up. Just like he's done his whole life, apart from the entirety of this year. He doesn't even care he's supposed to hate you and you're supposed to hate him in this moment, all he knows is that he's the only person that can help you right now, and he's going to do just that.

Steve's face loses its concern and he jumps into protective mode, bringing his hands up to hold either side of your face to get you to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me, yeah? What's going on, talk to me."

You stubbornly shake your head and refuse to look up at him. Your chest is still heaving rapidly, and he can tell you can't catch your breath.

"Don't be stubborn right now, I can't help you if you don't let me and you need to let me help you. I can't have you passing out on my floor now can I?" He tries to joke, but you don't get distracted, you keep your eyes down even though they've opened. He sighs, dropping one of his hands to grab yours and place them over his chest. "Slow down, take a deep breath, love."

"I-I can't-" you sputter out to the best of your ability, letting your hand ball his shirt up into a fist.

"Yes, you can. Take a good deep breath," you listen to him momentarily, following what he's doing, and when you do he nods and gives you a nice, soft smile, "there ya go, love, you got it. Do it again."

Seeing him be like this for you again brings you back to all those times you've needed him before, the memories almost came flooding back when you heard his loud voice turn soothing in an instant, just for you. His touch had always been grounding, always took off the pressure and allowed you to come back down, and you hadn't expected it to be the same after so much time apart, but now, it's like nothing changed. He's still Steve- he's still your Steve.

That thought alone comforts you more than anything else.

"Steve-" you whisper softly, "I'm so- sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sweetheart, don't-"

"No, I have to. I've been horrible to you, and now you're helping me- I just-" you drop your head on his chest, and finally tell him everything. "I feel like I've just been going and going non-stop, and today was it, it was my absolute breaking point. After you, and Justin-"

"Justin? Are you- Are you serious? Is he still giving you shit?"

You gulp, "yeah," but you shake your head quickly, "but he's not even the worst thing, I just... ugh," you stop yourself before you start crying again but Steve feels like he knows.

"When's the last time you got some sleep?"

"I don't know.. a couple days ago?"

"Oh my god," he drops his head back and groans, which actually makes you laugh a bit. He immediately looks down at you, realizing the talking stopped you from panicking, or at least distracted you from it. "Hey," he nudged you a bit, getting you to look up at him, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of yelled at you, and I definitely shouldn't have left you that night-"

"That's not your fault, Steve. I pushed you away."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't have let you."

You look at each other for a moment, like, really look at each other. It's been so long since you've been able to hold each other like this, it almost doesn't feel real.

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat."

"It's fine-" you start, before he cuts you off again.

"No, shut up. If you haven't been sleeping, you definitely haven't been eating either, so let's go." He left no room for debate, so you just took his hand and followed him, letting him lead you through his house.

He gives you a couple of your favorite snacks, since he didn't have any sort of meals yet, but you seemed very content, so he thought it was better than nothing. He let you take your time, rubbed your back while you told him about the rest of your shitty day, and grabbed your hand again when he started up the stairs to his room.

"What about the project?" You asked.

"That can wait. You need some sleep first."

"Steve-"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not happening."

At last, you gave up and followed his lead again, which, as much as you'd hate to admit it, it felt nice letting someone else lead you around for a change instead of the other way around. For so long, it's been you taking charge and always bossing your siblings around, but it feels relieving to have Steve with you again to remind you it didn't always have to be that way.

You pulled back the covers in his bed and laid down, not even having to ask for Steve to join you, him already doing the same on the other side. Almost as if no time had passed, you curled up against one another, resting your head on his chest, and his arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

"Go to sleep. I've got you."

His hands rub gentle circles on your back, soothing you and releasing the tension from your body as you slowly relax enough to fall asleep. You fight to keep your eyes open as long as you can, savoring this moment with him, almost as if he won't be here when you wake up.

"Don't worry, I'll be here."

Those words pull at your heartstrings, making you hold him tighter and bury yourself into him deeper, if you even can. Knowing that you're together again has you finally closing your eyes, and falling into a peaceful sleep.

[katsu28]

Congrats on 2K Kait!!!! And this celi is gonna be so fun, but don’t stress yourself out <333

☕️☕️☕️ I’d love a drink of “carefully initiating slight intimacy (like holding hands, hugging, etc.) since they aren't quite sure how far they could go with where they are” from List D with Jake “Hangman” Seresin.

Thank you so much <33

may have strayed a little from the prompt but i hope you enjoy anyways!

jake "hangman" seresin x reader, 1.3k, join the celebration!

To make it extremely clear, you were not dating Jake Seresin. 

He was one of the most remarkable people you’d ever had the pleasure of being friends with, kind and funny and braver than most folks would ever admit, but no, you weren’t dating him. 

You really, really wanted to, though. You just weren’t sure if that’s what he wanted too. 

Sometimes you got the feeling he did, like when Nat had caught him staring at you from behind the rim of his beer and very loudly called him out in front of everyone for unashamedly ogling you. He’d vehemently denied any said ogling with flaming red cheeks, but you noticed him doing it again three more times that same night. 

Or when you went to the farmer’s market with him one Sunday morning and it was so crowded you were positive you’d lose him in the throngs of people. He slid his hand into yours that time, lacing your fingers together tightly as you tugged him to tent after tent. 

Sometimes you thought about how you weren’t all that slick either.

Like that time Mickey invited you to the beach with all of them, and you got so distracted by Jake’s shirtless chest during dogfight football you nearly missed the pass he’d lobbed you. It all worked out in the end though, because when Jake’s team inevitably won, he’d hugged you and spun you around gleefully. 

It was worth it to feel the press of his chest against yours. 

You found yourself looking for him everywhere you went, regardless of whether he was actually there or not. You’d like to run into him at the mundane places—grocery store, laundromat, coffee shop—just so you’d be able to spend more time with him.

But those were totally platonic, good friend things to do, right? 

Like always, your eyes searched for Jake as soon as you stepped into the Hard Deck tonight, scanning the packed bar for any sign of that telltale blond head of hair you wanted to see so badly. 

Today especially, because you’d had one hell of a day at work. Between spilling coffee on your shirt first thing in the morning, to your shitty boss lecturing you about an error that wasn't even your fault, to hitting the worst traffic imaginable on the way home, you could really use one of his special Jake pep talks right now. 

Much to your dismay, you spotted Rooster first, and although you did enjoy his presence, he wasn’t the man you were looking for. You made your way over anyways, greeting everyone as cheerfully as you could given your circumstances, still looking around for Jake. 

“Hangman’s getting another round, if you wanted to put your order in.” Nat informed you, nodding towards the bar. Lo and behold, there he was a head above the rest, broad shoulders helping you spot him almost immediately. You weren’t sure how you’d missed him upon first glance. 

You thanked Nat quickly, wasting no time in making your way over until you’d pushed up next to him at the bartop. Maybe a little too quickly, because your shoulder bumped against his arm a bit harshly, and his head whipped in your direction, probably an expletive at the tip of his tongue. When he saw it was just you, his expression did a complete 180, now a grin so big his eyes crinkled at the edges. 

“Was wonderin’ when you’d be showin’ your face around here tonight.” His smooth, Texas twanged voice had part of the tension dropping from your shoulders. He seemed to notice because his smile dropped a little bit and he tilted his head, regarding you with those pretty green eyes you always found yourself getting lost in. “Y’alright, darlin’?” 

“Yeah. Just…horrible day.” You sighed, drumming your fingers against the weathered wood. Jake raised an inquisitive brow, his invitation for you to talk about it. So you did, telling him every shitty little thing that happened since the moment you woke up to the second you pulled into the bar parking lot. 

As soon as you were done, it instantly felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders—not all of it, but enough to the point where you didn’t feel like you were about to burst into tears at any given moment. Jake’s eyes hadn’t left yours the whole way through, keeping you tethered to him with every slow nod and brow crease. 

“Sounds like you’ve had quite a time today.” He said quietly, sliding his hand over yours. His palm was calloused and warm, thumb rubbing along your knuckles soothingly. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Wish I coulda been there for you, maybe knocked some common sense into your idiot boss.” 

“Can I just—can you hug me? I really feel like I need a hug right now.” You weren't sure if that was asking too much of him, considering you didn’t quite know where the two of you stood in terms of what you were to each other, but you had to ask. 

“Sure. Of course I can, c’mere.” Jake opened his arms for you as soon as the words left your mouth, letting you bury yourself against his chest like you’d done it a thousand times before. 

But really, you’d never hugged Jake before. Not like this, at least. A few brief greeting hugs, thank you hugs, celebrating your win at partners beer pong at a barbeque hugs—but you'd never felt so safe in someone’s arms as you felt in Jake’s right now. They were strong, circling around you tightly, one hand smoothing up and down the length of your spine slowly, the other cradling the back of your head. You felt like you could weather a storm and still be okay here. 

He smelled like laundry detergent and musky cologne when you inhaled, strong but somehow still comforting at the same time, and the cotton of his flannel shirt was soft against your cheek. When you were this close to him, you could feel the rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took, the way his breath hitched when you hugged him a little tighter than he’d expected. 

And you could’ve been wrong, but you swore you could feel his heart beating a little too fast. 

“Thank you, Jake. I really needed that.” You sighed, pulling away from him (a little too soon for your liking, if you were being totally honest). “Sorry if it was weird, I just—” 

Jake clicked his tongue, smiling at you warmly. “Don’t be sorry, darlin’, I’m glad I could help. You can hug me anytime, alright?” 

He licked his lips, clearing his throat before speaking again, voice a lot less confident than you’d ever heard it before. His cheeks were tinged pink too, maybe from the heat of the crowded bar. (Or maybe from you.) “And maybe next time you have a bad day, you can call me? We can go out for lunch or somethin’, help get your mind off the shitty things.” 

“You’ll be at work, Jake.” 

“The Navy does give us lunch breaks too, y’know.” He joked, giving your shoulder a gentle nudge. 

“It’s still clear across town. I couldn't.” 

“I’d be there in a heartbeat. I’d even take the damn jet if I had to.” 

You couldn't help but let the corners of your mouth lift up into a shy smile. “Pretty sure that's illegal, Lieutenant.” 

“But would you? Take me up on the lunch date?” Date. He said date. You smiled even bigger because Jake looked nervous, and he never looked nervous. You’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t enjoying the effect you seemed to be having on him right now. 

“I would.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” Jake gathered the beers Penny had set on the bar for him into his hands, shooting you one of those shiny, charming smiles that made you fall for him in the first place as he backpedaled towards the rest of your friends. “Maybe we can do a test run, say…tomorrow, noon? I’ll pick you up.” 

“I’d love that.”

So no, you weren't dating Jake Seresin. But maybe, just maybe, after a few lunch dates, you could be.

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you gonna let me keep her?

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 1,713

warnings: swearing, brief smoking, billy being a flirty little shit

a/n: i can't get over the idea of billy having a cat, so here you go. i hope you like it!! <33 (would you look at that curl??!!)

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Tugging the key free from the ignition, you moved to pull up on the door handle, pushing it open. It was chilly out, the time of year where fall has just begun and it's getting darker a bit earlier, but some days are still warmer than others.

Billy let you drive the Camaro to work today, and you should've known that meant he was up to something. It wasn't something that happened often, although you did revel in the rare occasion that it did.

Sitting on the steps to the little home you shared, Billy snubbed out his cigarette when you started in his direction. He stood, walking to meet you.

"Hi," he said, before pressing his lips to yours once, twice. One more for good measure.

He pulled away, grasping for your hand. "Come with me. Gotta show you somethin,' okay?"

Billy took his keys from you, slipping them into the front pocket of his jeans. "Okay."

You tried not to be worried about whatever he was going to do, but it didn't work. Holding your hand, callouses rubbing against your palm, he led you slowly and quietly around to the side of the house.

He'd planted rosebushes there on a whim a while back, so you wondered if maybe that was where you were heading. "You gotta be quiet, okay baby?" Nodding your head at him, you only grew more nervous.

Billy crouched toward the end of the row of rosebushes, pulling you with him. Looking at him, there was a shift in his features—he looked soft, younger maybe. He pointed at a shallow sort of opening in the stems, and you lowered your head to look.

There was a kitten nestled in between the leaves and the brick of the house. It was small, and couldn't have been more than a few weeks old. Small enough that it most definitely still needed nursing. Your heart warmed at its calico fur, having always liked those colors.

It was mostly dark brown, with patches of black and white along with this warm caramel color. It was precious.

"How long's she been down here?" You looked up at Billy, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you as you knelt, dropping your bag on the grass beside you.

"I saw her out the window the other morning, but she's been here since yesterday. I thought mama would've come back for her, and I didn't wanna bother her. But I'm starting to think maybe she won't. She hasn't moved. What do you think, sweetheart?"

You'd had cats when you were younger, multiple, and had always loved it. Billy knew this, and that's presumably why he was asking.

You get down on your elbows, leaning in to look at her. She opened her eyes, blinking up at you slowly. They were the prettiest shade of blue. Kind of like Billy's. You stuck out your index finger, moving it towards her to see if you could gauge a reaction.

"Hi, baby. You okay in there?" She sniffed the tip of your finger, little nose scrunching and head bobbing in the process. You dared to graze your finger against her head, and she took to it, purring loud enough for Billy to hear and laugh.

Billy's hand found your back, rubbing up your spine. "Where's your mama gone, huh baby?" You ask, as if waiting for a response. She squeaks at you, not even a meow. "I see."

Billy was enamored by you, and slipped his hand under your shirt, rubbing the skin of your back now. You ran your finger under chin, drawing out a deeper purr. "I think we ought to leave her tonight. Wait just a little longer to see about mama. No dice, then we take her to the vet. We can bring a towel out, though. I'm not sure she's old enough for soft food, and I don't wanna chance messing up her tummy."

"I trust you," he said.

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True to plan, you'd tucked her in with a towel for the night, but she was still there the next day, and mama hadn't come.

You could tell that Billy was attached to her, but you weren't sure that keeping her was a good idea.

You'd called the vet that morning, and had an appointment set up to get her checked out. "How about I get her out, and you can hold her on the way? You can let me drive your car again."

Keen on sucking up in hopes you'd let him keep her, Billy agreed, and you now found yourself driving into town, Billy holding the kitten in his lap. She was sitting up, rubbing all over his hands, licking his fingers, meowing up a storm. Shit, you thought. She likes him too.

The vet took her back, and Billy took your hand, kissing over the back of it. "You gonna let me keep her, princess?"

He was giving you his very best, watery and pleading eyes.

"I don't know, Billy. I don't know if that's the right thing to do. We'd have to buy food, and the tech said she's got to be hand-fed for a while, and then a litter box, and if we ever went anywhere, someone would have to watch her."

None of this bothered Billy, but he could see it was worrying you. "Don't sweat it, baby. I'll feed her as often as I need to. And Max could watch her! She'd be a great aunt."

You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm sure she'd love that you're volunteering her for this. And please stop treating this cat like it's our child."

He laughed at you, almost maniacally.

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You'd agreed to keep her. There was no way in hell you were going to deny Billy of this. He looked over the fucking moon when you'd given him the okay, picking you up and spinning you around.

The two of you had decided that you didn't want kids, and this was the closest you were going to get.

"C'mon, Mal. Let's go find mama." Billy lifted the kitten up from her place on the couch, setting her high up on his chest heading off in search of you. "What do you think mama's doin' Mallory? Avoiding us?" He'd spent a week trying to choose a name, but finally settled, claiming that one felt right.

Billy found you washing dishes, even though you'd said you were just going to put a sweatshirt on. "Hey, mama."

You rolled your eyes, looking down at the soapy water your hands were buried in. "You can't keep callin' me that, Hargrove." You could feel his presence behind you, and could hear the purring of the guest he'd brought along with him.

"Why's that baby? 'Cause you like it?" Your cheeks burned, and you refused to look at him.

You did like it, actually. You couldn't get over how it sounded coming from his mouth, lazy and drawn out. And you were practically beaming considering it was because you were the "mother" of a fur ball rather than an actual human.

But really, you denied him because you were jealous. Mallory was taking Billy from you, and as much as you liked her, as sweet as she was, you were kind of hurt.

He'd spent hours hand-feeding her from a little milk bottle given to you by the veterinarian, picked out a little collar with a bell so he'd know where she'd run off to, bought her a tiny bed to put in your room.

The other night he'd been sprawled out on the couch, bare-chested, and she'd taken the spot on his chest that you wanted. You felt betrayed after she'd been so nice to you at first.

She sat on the counter while he brushed his teeth, on the rug while he showered, came barreling down the hall when he got home from work.

But you were happy that he was happy, glad that he had something to occupy his time, take care of and nourish. It was just the kind of thing he needed. But you couldn't help but feel as though a cat had stolen your boyfriend.

"No. I hate it," you told him, though he didn't believe you in the slightest.

Billy set the cat down, telling her to go play, which she did, sliding across the floor and attacking a mouse full of catnip. "Stoner," he mumbled, turning back to you where you were draining the water from the sink.

His hands found your sides. "You're avoiding me."

"Am not."

"Is it the cat?"

"No, Billy." You tried to move out of the kitchen, but he caught you and pressed you up against the counter, so you wiped your cold wet hands across his face.

"You little shit." He rubbed his cheeks across your face trying to get the water off, but also trying to make you laugh.

"Tell me what it is, baby." Billy kept touching you, rubbing his hands up your arms, over your neck, your back, trying to love on you and coax out an answer.

"I'm jealous of the cat," you tell him.

"I knew it." He kisses you then, firmly. "Don't gotta be, princess. I'll always love you more. Just don't let her hear that. Is it 'cause I've been givin' her so much attention?" You nodded your head, him copying the motion. "Yeah?"

"How about I let you feed her more often? I just get excited is all. You're a real good mama. We. Will. Be. The best. Kitty parents. Ever." He punctuated each word with a kiss, making you warm all over. "Deal?"

"Deal."

"'Mama' doesn't really bother you, does it? I kinda like it. It's kinda hot." You played with a curl hanging in between his eyebrows, ran your thumb over the slit in his right one.

"No. It's just fine." You said it like a whisper, making him smirk at you, run his tongue along his teeth.

"Good. Now c'mon, mama. Wanna lay down."

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Billy walked down the hall, and into the living room, spotting you on the couch with Mal on your chest. You caught his eye and shook your fist in victory.

He knew she'd win you over. They were very good accomplices.

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hi haley love, i’m probably sending too many requests i’m so sorry i just feel like i’m being heard here and i feel seen. i’ve been having so many panic and anxiety attacks and i was wondering if you can write something where broken promises stucky help the reader get through it or honestly whoever you’d like. i love you and i hope you’re doing good 🥺

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬

warning: anxiety/panic attack, mentions of anxious feelings, angst, fluff, dd/lg themes, soft!dark!stucky x little!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart, i'm so sorry you've been feeling that way love 🥺 but i hope you're doing a lot better now and you can always talk to me if you need help, my dms are always open my love <33 also i know you said broken promises but i think this could work as a general fic and for broken promises too, i hope you like it lovely <33 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Sweetheart I need you to put your coat on so that we can leave, we're already very behind on our schedule today. We still have to make dinner when we come home, I promised Steve we would try to cook tonight." Bucky rambled as he quickly slipped his boots on.

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

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[vaguely-yandere]

thinking about how fun mind reader darling could be... CW a bit of violent thoughts and some nsfw! <3

just imagine if you had an all access pass to your yanderes thoughts! but also imagine how terrifying it would be to be laying in bed at night and hearing

'they look so beautiful tonight..' 'i wish i was laying next to them...' 'god, i wanna touch them so bad, please let me touch you soon..' 'they wont notice if i take their socks, right..?'

and being completely unable to find out the source. are they inside? are they outside? can they see you? are they thinking about you? are your neighbors okay? but you've had such a long, hard day and your head hurts so much so you just decide to confront the problem tomorrow. its just too much today.

when you go to get coffee or groceries or breakfast the next day, you hear the voice again in the flood of thoughts around you.

'so pretty.. i hope they slept well, they looked stressed yesterday.' 'did someone stress you out darling? ill kill them for you, just tell me who and ill do it' 'they look kind of upset.. god, i wish i could hug them and hold them' 'ah, darlings trash.. do you think anyone will notice if i go take it?' 'you're buying saltines? does your stomach hurt? are you sick? are you making soup?' 'you're out of icecream but you arent getting more... please get more, i love the happy look you get when you eat it. sometimes i wish i was that icecream haha...'

'if that cashier touches your hand again, im going to fucking kill them.'

its terrifying. whos thinking this? where are they? who are they? why are they so obsessed with you?! you cant even have any sort of deniability anymore! you're out of ice cream, you did get saltines, the cashier did accidentally touch your hand! who the fuck is watching you?! how do you find them?! do they know you can hear them??

on the more nsfw side, i think itd be fun to hear your yanderes thoughts when they pleasure themselves or you pleasure them! just a constant stream of need and want thats impossible not to get an ego boost from.

'ah- yes! yes yes please! oh god touch me, touch me, please touch me!' 'kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me!!' 'holy shit thats so hot yes yes youre so perfect please please' 'dont stop please dont stop!' 'hit me please touch me, hurt me, yes yes say my name yes YES fuck oh god im- im gonna-' 'darling, darling, DARLING!! i love you i love you i love you!'

so fun!! and if you tell them about your powers? i just know theyre first reaction is embarrassment until they realize they can tell you everything theyre thinking now. sometimes, the words just wont reach their mouth so now, they can just unload all their love on you in their head! <3

very much inspired by redactedasmr's mind reader asmr youtube videos! highly recommend listening to the 'hot boi summer' one <33

[aangelinakii]

Hi, I have a request, maybe you'd have some idea or want to use it 😎 Yunho from Ateez x burntout from work gf, basically she's slowly loosing it (and herself)

KISS IT BETTER

in which you need to decompress after work

idol : jeong yunho

group : ateez

song : kiss it better , rihanna

date : 22nd june 2023

note : thank you so so much for requesting !! i appreciate it so so much <33

with a huff, you closed the front door behind you, pressing your back against it to allow yourself a moment of silence. your eyes screwed shut, and you laid your head against the surface.

today at work your brain had been in overdrive, and by now you were utterly exhausted; rude customers, things going wrong here and there, demanding coworkers. you just couldn't seem to get a break.

"(y/n)? are you home?" yunho, your boyfriend, called from the kitchen. god, you'd even forgotten about him.

yunho had a day off from work — lucky him — and you'd promised to do something special with him to ensure it hadn't been in vain.

that morning, he'd made french toast for the two of you to share, and you had said you'd make it up to him when you came home, and either take him out to dinner or do the cooking instead. but, now that you were home, you couldn't bear the thought to do either.

his footsteps moved throughout the flat from the kitchen, approaching you. "(y/n)?" he mumbled, this time with a concerned lilt to his voice.

"what's up, are you okay?"

a great huff of air exhaled your lungs, and you slowly opened your eyes, setting your fatigued gaze on your boyfriend.

this was all yunho needed to know that you were in no state to go out again or do any cooking.

he stepped forward again, his arms engulfing you in a hug. "what happened?"

with another long sigh, your arms found yunho's frame, and you squeezed him back tightly. your throat felt dry and lethargic, not allowing you to speak.

his warmth felt comforting; felt like a home inside of your actual home. his embrace felt like heaven, his presence and being lifting you off your feet so you were flying; you'd been on your feet all day, and you just needed to lay down, sit down. how yunho could be on his feet every single day, you had no idea.

"just... just a really bad day," you sighed into his chest, burrowing your face further into him, hoping he could take your pains away forever.

"hey," yunho spoke softly, pulling your head out of his chest so his kind eyes could gaze into yours, and you already felt yourself rejuvenating. "i'll cook us dinner tonight, okay? we can go out another time."

although you wanted to say "yes, yes please," you shook your head, expression drooping slightly. "no, yunho, no. this is one of your only off-days. i promised."

yunho's large hands on your upper arms squeezed you softly, a small smile on his lips, though you could tell it was genuine.

"don't worry about that, my love. i'll have another day off soon," he stated with a nod, rubbing your arms softly. then he took a step back, bringing you with him. "now go sit on the couch and relax, i'll make your favourite dinner, okay?"

with this, your frame deflated, an action of relief. your cheeks warmed up as your lips pulled into a great smile. "i love you so much, yunho," you breathed; a sentence of pure genuineness, of pure love.

"but i'll make it up to you next time."

[dat-bruv-person]

hi, if it's uncomfortable, ignore it

I had a difficult period when, unfortunately, I couldn't stand it and after six months I started to self-harm again. and so I wondered if you could please write how childe, pantalone and dottore would react if they found out that the reader is going through this?

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ your skin is not paper, so don't rip it.

a/n: oh my darling, I hope you're okay now!! I'm not uncomfortable with this, don't worry, but if any readers are uncomfortable with this particular fic then please dni <3

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <33

tw: this whole fic is about self-harm, so if uncomfortable dni

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Pantalone doesn't like it when you hurt yourself: his kind smile that he wears all the time quickly morphs into one of sympathy and concern :( His speciality is in gift-giving, so you best believe he'll spoil the shit out of you. He'll drape his cloak over you and make you feel as if you're the only person in the world, except unlike the other love stories he doesn’t leave you for someone else. Oh, my love, don't do that; you have such nice skin! Come on, let us go shopping, hm? We can get you something nice to cheer you up :)

Childe is livid if you're SHing because of someone else. He'll cut them up and give them to Dottore as an experiment. However, if its just you, he'll try his best to make you happy with hugs and words of affirmation. He'll get the recruits to walk past you deliberately and be like: "Master Childe says you look good today, and I think so too, quite frankly :)" He runs up to you with a smile every time he sees you from now on. [Name]! Bring it in! How've you been, huh? Wanna go ice fishing? Dinner's on me tonight, so don't worry. Just stay by my side and it'll all be okay :D

Dottore is an iffy one, because he doesn't really know what to do. He's pure evil and I don't really know what you simps see in him apart from his glow up, because believe me he GLOWED UP, but I guess he still has a heart... somewhere. He awkwardly pats your back and wherever your scars are and blushes underneath his mask. U- um, your scars look nice, I guess. Do you want me to put a Hello Kitty plaster on it? HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO MAN BUT HE DID TAKE CARE OF COLLEI, NOT REALLY GOOD BUT YOU KNOW, SO HE DOES OWN SOME HELLO KITTY PLASTERS FOR SURE.

[thefrontofmymind]

photographer!reader x matty ig blurb 3

part 1 / part 2

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yninstagram mommy’s home, Big Man (at least for a little)

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1975adam oh the struggles of being a parent on the road

yninstagram see you get it

1975fan1 iconic duo

ynfan1 so pretty!!!

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // THE O2 // 13.01.23

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1975fan1 SO MAD THAT HARRY WASN’T THERE

1975fan2 yn on stage during about you when???

carlyholt xxx

1975updates yn met some fans who were in line at Motorpoint Arena in Cardiff today

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1975fan1 yn is seriously the best!!

1975fan2 the ultimate rockstar girlfriend

1975fan3 i was there!! She was so nice and she recognised someone else in line who was at the o2 shows as well!!

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // CARDIFF // 16.01.23

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1975fan1 yn feeding us once again !!!!

1975fan2 how does it feel to live with MY DREAMMM

1975fan1 i met yn after the show in cardiff omgggg

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1975fan2 so jealous!!

1975fan3 what was she like??!

>1975fan1 she was so nice!! We had a drink together and we chatted for a little while!

yninstagram THE 1975 // AT THEIR VERY BEST // MANCHESTER // 20.01.23

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charli_xcx love you babyyyy

1975fan1 will never get over charli performing vroom vroom

1975fan2 i LOVE that all the 1975 wags get involved in the band its so cute

trumanblack xx

>yninstagram &lt;3

1975updates Matty tonight in Nottingham: “Sorry, I’m a bit sick [this] is Lemsip. Too many thumbs, too many kisses… I can’t even kiss my girlfriend (unintelligible) don’t want to get [YN] sick”

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1975fan1 matty and yn are just the cutest!!

1975fan2 does anyone else think it’s weird that matty keeps kissing all these fans when his girlfriend is there???

>1975fan3 ig they have some kind of understanding? 

1975fan4 poor bb hope he feels ok 🙁

trumanblack Newcastle you were beautiful. And so is Yn.

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yninstagram aw you! Xx

>trumanblack only for you

1975fan1 i can’t with these two���.

1975fan2 my show!!

yninstagram i just want to take a moment and thank all of you who have supported me. Whether you’ve known me from my tumblr days or when I was in college or more recently, I just want to say thank you for all you guys have done for me. I get to live my dream with the people I love because of you <;33

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rass1975 no photo cred?

>yninstagram no buffoon x

ynfan1 been here since when you were on tumblr!! So proud of you!!!

1975fan1 yn is so cute i love her sm

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Caption: hellooooo Dublin!!

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yninstagram Belfast. Thank You. xx

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1975fan1 that was a hard show…

1975fan2 please tell Matty that we love him!!

1975fan3 i was there and i cried so hard

yninstagram GORILLA // MANCHESTER

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1975bertie the best!!

1975fan2 crying that i couldn’t get a ticket

1975fan3 can’t believe i got to be there!

trumanblack i would post something about our show last night but i’d much rather show yn

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yninstagram love you

[karmaxella]

Pictures | Yoshida Hirofumi

Yoshida Hirofumi x fem!reader

content: slight fluff, fantasies, and caressing hands.

wc: 979

a/n: trying to be active, but I still looove Yoshida. so take this <33 I try to be gentle and slow with this 😭😭

inspo: pictures by ECÂF

You walk up to your apartment, as you recall the moments you had with Yoshida today, in the library.

His hands caressing your cheeks, running them through your hair as he detangles the knots. And you can't wait for more intimate, yet soft moments with him. You want him to know that you're not going anywhere, not yet, not now… Not ever.

He has you painting pictures in your head whenever you think about his fingertips running along the jawline of yours, tickling it was he smothered you with his soft, wet kisses on your lips.

You unlocked your apartment as you walked in, taking off your coat and placing it on the hook. Your stomach growls letting you know it's time to cook dinner for yourself. Just you and no one else.

You began to walk into the kitchen, washing your hands with soap as you dry them off.

Your mind wanders off to Yoshida's smile. It was genuinely interesting to see his plumped lips turn upward whenever he saw you smile back at him.

And honestly? You hoped to see his smile more often when you're with him. You remembered one night at Denji's, that you shared a unforgettable moment with Yoshida.

His hands sending electrifying feelings throughout your body, making you all blushly under the covers with him. Your body remembers the exact movements he did against your skin.

His finger lingering underneath your shirt, rubbing your soft s/c skin, caressing it softly as he listens to your heaved breathing.

The moment he shared his first ever kiss with you… Left you with nothing but longings. You longed for his lips again, again and again… Over again, whenever you got the chance to relax on his chest.

But he never placed his soft lips on yours… Since then.

You began to ponder if he ever liked you like that? In a way a boyfriend would with his girlfriend? Maybe not.

You turned on the stove as you began to dump the vegetables you cut before you left for university. You only cut them because you didn't want to do it when you got home.

It just shows how lazy you are, honestly.

You decided to just have a healthy dinner tonight, since Yoshida always suggest his favorite dishes.

Pork chops with rice and veggies, is what he always suggested. Yoshida told you it was easy to cook, and it was never hard.

Suddenly, another scenario appears into your mind, once again.

Yoshida is behind you, hugging you as he helps you cook the dish. And you're smiling, shying away with your head turned aside.

You're sure this image is you and Yoshida, cooking dinner together for the first time in your imaginary world.

You just hoped that sooner or later, you and Yoshida do go into that… Kind of relationship.

That couple relationship.

Doesn't matter if there are arguments, tears or regrets. Because you know that all relationships aren't made picture perfect, but you just hoped you and Yoshida go into that kind of relationship.

It was no pressure on your end, but maybe it could be with Yoshida? Maybe.

You watch as the vegetables boil in the pot, floating around the bubbly water.

When you are too preoccupied with your cooking… A soft knock is at your door. You decide to think it was just the kids next door playing Ding-Dong Ditch or something.

But the knock happens again, just a little louder this time.

"Coming," you sigh in disappointment.

You were just fantasing about Yoshida, and this happens?

You pull your hair into a bun as you walk towards your front door, kicking your boots aside and unlocking the doorknob.

You opened up the door, and you're met with the least expected. Yoshida.

Your voice doesn't come out when he talks, and you never made out what he said since it wasn't audible.

And you let out a 'huh?'

"We need to talk… Seriously."

Your eyes widened for a nanosecond, before nodding. You let him into your apartment, as you fixed your shoe rack and picking up the clothes from your living room.

You were just fantasing about him… So, why now? Of all other places and timings?

"What did you want to talk about?" You asked, as you shoved your clothes into your laundry basket.

Yoshida walks into your apartment, placing himself onto your couch as he grabbed your photo album.

But he stops, and he's staring at your journal.

The words printed on your journal is the initials of 'Y' and 'H', but he doesn't think much of it.

Although, he picks it up anyways.

Your eyes widened and you wasted no time in speed walking towards him, snatching the journal from him.

"What's wrong?" Yoshida asked.

What's wrong? You were just about to invade my privacy.

"This is my personal journal–"

"-With my initials?" He raised a brow.

"I'm cooking."

You hurried towards your kitchen and checking the vegetables, and they were cooked done. So, you drained them and placed them into a plate. Yoshida watches you from the couch, carefully analyzing you and your movements in the kitchen.

When you're too preoccupied with the pork chops… You feel a pair of hands, as they instructed you with the cutting process.

"Like this," Yoshida's hands are on top of yours, helping you cut and skin the pork.

Your breathing is slightly getting heavier with him this close to you. Hos breathing is fanning over your shoulder, as he leaned his chin in the crook of your neck.

"Are you making that dish I told you about?" He asked.

"Yeah… Yeah, I am."

He only hums back in response. But you're quick to ask him question you've been wanting to know for a long time.

"Yoshida?" You turned to him, taking his hands in yours.

"Hm?"

"Do you… Like… Me?"

[peejsocks]

hii!! could i get a ridiculously disgusting smut with johnny knoxville x femme reader that centers around punished? him being possesive with biting, him spanking overstimulating the reader, the whole nine yards :3

ty i love ur writing and take your time!! it can be a oneshot idc <33

a/n: i hope it’s okay i combined these two, they go perfectly together. sorry it took so long but i think it might’ve been worth the wait. ty for requesting <3

disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. the word ‘daddy’ is used in a sexual connotation and there is a bit of a daddy kink going on, but no ddlg stuff. knox is more dom and there’s brief spanking. i advise only reading if you’re comfortable.

"I didn't know he was your friend, alright?"

Heels in your hands, Johnny shuts the door behind you loudly. It was a stressful day, you should have stayed home and let your boyfriend go to his friend's dinner party alone.

"Even if he wasn't, that doesn't mean you can just flirt with someone else."

Usually, it was a relief that he didn't raise his tone when he was mad. Today is the kind of day where even such small things get under your skin.

"PJ, please, for the hundredth time, we weren't flirting. We were laughing."

Having dropped your shoes on the hallway, your hands grasp the kitchen counter so you can stretch your back, the straps of your dress scraping against sore muscles.

"So you avoid me the entire night, and I find you carelessly cackling with one of my oldest buddies in the industry, practically leaning on each other…And I'm supposed to be okay with that?"

You can hear his jacket being thrown over the couch in the living room. He's walking to you, but your head is still lowered, eyes closed and trying to remain patient.

"Look, we were both in a bad mood today, I just figured it would be best to have some space." He scoffs a few steps away from you. You sigh. "I told you I could have stayed home, that I'd be bad company, but-"

"But I wanted you there! Why would I want to go to a party without you?"

His voice goes no louder than regular, but you can hear the frustration in the back of his throat. It's infuriating that he won't break character, never the bad guy.

"You liked that he was looking at you?" There's barely any change in his demeanor, except his chin is sticking out. You're still facing him, frozen. "Answer me."

"You liked that he was looking at you?" There's barely any change in his demeanor, except his chin is sticking out. You're still facing him, frozen. "Answer me."

"I would've preferred if you were. But you weren't."

"That's not what I asked." A shiver runs down your spine, aware that your boyfriend is upset. If you're going to stand up for yourself, you know you can't look him in the eyes. "Did. You. Like. That my friend was eating at the palm of your hands?"

"No, I didn't. Because it wasn't you."

The black marble counter is projecting stars across your eyes with how intensely you're staring at it. In no time, you feel Johnny's presence centimeters behind you, his arms closing in on each side, breathing on your exposed neck.

"Are you lying?"

You weren't. His friend was good looking, successful, and definitely paying more mind than he should have to a taken woman. Of a friend, no less. But you weren't reciprocating any of it. Truly, you were just happy to have someone to talk to. It's not your fault if he found you attractive.

"What?"

Fuck, had you just said that last part out loud?

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

Your breath hitches when his hand moves closer to yours on the counter.

You know this game. It's the first time tonight you don't feel too tired.

Suddenly, your hips are pushed against the cold marble when Johnny forces you forward with his crotch, humping your ass once. He stays close.

It's a raspy whisper in your ear. "Can you show me you're sorry? Can you show me you're not lying?"

"Yes." It's a quick breathed out plea. It's consent.

Quickly, one of his arms moves away from you and his hand is pressing on your stomach, forcing your ass even more flush to his groin. The other one comes up to wrap, but not squeeze, around your throat. He lifts your head up slightly, speaking softly but demanding. "Yes, what?"

The silver of his hair shines in the corner of your eyes, under the bright lights in the kitchen. You recognize him for what he is, what you love. "Yes, daddy."

With your back so close to him, you can feel his muscles flexing under the tight-fitting jumper he's wearing, and it makes your skin hot.

He looked so good, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, curve of his biceps accentuated every time his arms would fold when he was lost in conversation. All night, while his buddy talked to you, your eyes would trace them over and over. Surely, not the only woman in the room doing it.

Your knees almost buckle when Johnny's fingers begin to slowly lift the soft fabric of your dress, the same dark green color as his top, at the hem.

His idea to match, pointless when he chose to keep his distance from you throughout the party.

Slender fingers bring it up to your stomach, exposing your underwear to the cold air inside the house. Before he can do what you were close to begging for, he must have sensed your eagerness, because he punishes you with teeth digging deep into your shoulder blade.

You whimper, but he doesn't stop. Two hands now holding the end of your outfit up as his nose pushes the straps down your arms. He continues to nibble down your collarbone, then chest, hugging you impossibly closer so he can reach that far.

When he can't continue without breaking his neck, one finger pulls on the cleavage of your dress, uncovering your breasts. You want him to touch you, but you know better than to speak now.

Already struggling to breathe, you wait for his next move.

Johnny grinds against your ass one more time, and now you feel how hard he's gotten. It's delirious, and you bite your lip to avoid making any sounds that might be read as protests.

An exhale escapes your nostrils.

"This is not for you, it's for me." His voice is husky, teeth gritted and jaw clenched. It's imposing, accent coming through strong. "Don't think you'll be enjoying yourself tonight, sweetheart. Got it?"

You give him verbal confirmation again, his favorite name falling from your lips with ease.

The sensation is similar to falling, when Johnny's index and middle fingers trail down your stomach, taking his precious time to get to your underwear.

A genuine laugh rumbles through him. "Oh, hun, you're soaked already. It's a little pathetic, I have to say…"

Saliva goes down roughly, and your boyfriend kisses the strained veins jumping out in your neck. "There, there. Daddy will make it better."

Provocation is followed by the calloused digits rubbing over your slit, up and down, as he continues to coo.

Noticing your knuckles going white, Johnny humps you harshly again, making your elbows bend and you lose your footing. He takes advantage of that, forcing your legs to spread.

Right where he wants you, one of his hands slides down your back as he crouches to the floor, mouth sucking on the excessive skin in your thighs from behind. There's a joke about his knees you want to make, but refrain. The exhale breaks out again.

The second-long pause tells you enough, he heard it and you'll be punished.

With no hesitation, Johnny's teeth graze your skin until they reach your right ass cheek, digging into it. You yelp, cussing right after.

"Earned yourself another."

And he bites again, a mouthful this time. Simultaneously, the hand that wasn't currently holding your dress snakes up your leg and stops over your covered cunt. The tip of his middle finger circles your clit once, and you wobble.

"Be a good girl, and stay still."

"Please tell me when I'm allowed to talk."

You want to beg for more contact.

"I will, thank you for asking so politely." He's not giving it to you that easy. "For now, shut it."

So his finger goes back to circling the sensitive nub over the thin fabric, which is getting more and more wet. It will be ruined soon.

Another stupid chuckle bursts from Johnny, looking up at his work from the floor. "I can see you throbbing through your panties. Jesus, sweetheart, you're humiliating yourself."

Your skin is burning with shame, and need.

Merciful - if you could call it that - hands finally pull on the waistband of the underwear, relief hitting you from not being trapped and the fresh air alone.

Johnny stands up again, to your dismay, hands nowhere near your pulsing core. Instead, his left fingers wrap around your throat, carefully bringing you flush to him again and lifting your chin.

"Open up."

Three digits down your throat, he makes you suck on them, pushing until your eyes water and you gag.

"It's for your own good, princess."

The way he pulls on the back of your dress to lift it above your ass causes it to rip slightly, where…you just don't know.

He crouches again, mumbling about wanting to see your pretty pussy.

Any other man and you would've hated hearing those words together. But there's a reason why Knoxville knows he doesn't have to raise his tone in an argument. Whatever the fight is about, you'll always end up here. Leaking in his hands.

A gasp slips out when two fingers move from spreading your folds to arching inside of you. Johnny warns you about being quiet. "I can't."

"Well, you'll have to. Or I'll stop." It's a stern notice, but his fingers keep moving in and out calmly, with no signs of actually stopping.

It's audible how wet you are, clenching around your boyfriend's fingers every time they hit deeper, his thumb now joining the action by rapidly swiping over your clit.

Another gasp, and he actually removes himself.

"Fuck, if it's so bad, let's see if this works."

Big hands grab your hips and spin you around.

Before the dizziness can dissipate, Knox's fingers are pulling on your folds so his tongue can lap them up.

"Shit, and you want me to be quie-"

Your words die out at the simple order. "Behave." Command reverbarating inside of you.

Johnny's mouth is stuck on your clit, sucking lovingly, and you're not strong enough to resist a whimper.

"Please, love?"

One request.

"What is it?"

He'll let you talk, but he won't touch you while you do so.

"If I can't speak, can I at least pull your hair?"

In a glimpse of affection, your boyfriend delicately grabs your hand from the strong grip it had on the kitchen isle, planting a small kiss on the inside of your palm before placing it on the top of his head.

An innocent smile is shared between you before he goes back to eating you out, slowly inching closer.

Now, his fingers have gone back to stretching you, with no warning before sliding back inside. It's curiously satisfying to tug on the thin silver threads that drew your attention the first time you met - after having stalked him on Instagram for weeks.

While riding his digits, you think of how your relationship works. Johnny is much older, and more experienced in the industry. You know people - like his friend tonight - thought you were trying to sleep your way to the top and even approached you trying to steal his spot.

But none of them could do this. Your legs are shaking with just a few minutes of Johnny finger-and-tongue-fucking you, kneeling on the pristine floor of your shared home.

Not a single other sleazy man could get you to bite the moans down, probably wounding your own tongue, and follow his rules just for the reward of his touch.

"You're so slick. Are you close?" A head nod. "Speak."

"Baby, I'm so close, please."

It's almost caught in your throat.

"Don't move."

Johnny stands up, removing the jumper and the shirt underneath, exposing his torso to your appreciative eyes.

His fingers are making quick work of his belt buckle, when you remember you've been granted a voice.

"Fuck, you look too good to be true, PJ."

You meant to be sultry, but it comes out more as a whine.

Eyes tracing his happy trail, your vision almost blurs at veiny hands unzipping his pants, anticipation making you salivate.

"I know you like to watch, but you've been bad tonight. Turn." You're close to crying out again, quivering lips opening but quickly closing when an authoritative index is raised in front of your face. "Do as I say."

Blinking, you obey, diligently. "Yes, daddy."

With your back to him, you hear his pants drop, belt clinking to the floor.

Cold hands pull the dress over your head, returning to squeeze your breasts, fingertips playing with your nipples.

"You brought this onto yourself, don't forget." The shape of his hard cock presses against you, your bare stomach now flush to the marble surface. "Talking to nobodies who think of a beautiful girl like you as an object, you should know better. Imagine the kind of shit you'd get into if it weren't for me."

His hands are still roaming over your chest, when a spark of insubordination ignites inside.

"If you kept your eyes on me I wouldn't have to."

Before you can take another breath, Johnny's right hand slaps your ass, the sound echoing across the room.

Taking advantage of where his hands are, he spreads your legs and teases your entrance with the head of his swollen member, before inching inside.

Tears are pooling at your eyes, one rolling down your face when your boyfriend's hand slaps your right cheek again.

"If you need a break, tell me."

Your voice is strained. "Yes, daddy. Please, move."

Johnny adjusts you, squeezing your ass with one hand and holding you in place by your throat with the other.

He moves deeper inside, and you suck a sharp breath in. Another tear streaming down, salty liquid falling on your parted lips.

With the grasp on your neck, Knox glues you to him, pulling your head to rest on his shoulder and looking down at you.

Fingertips gently caress your jaw.

"I know you're trying to hurt me, but I can see on your face that you're projecting." His cock pulls out halfway just to push in again, warm and slick. Your legs give out, but he catches you. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, if I neglected you tonight. I really am. But it's no excuse to act out, and as much as it pains me, I have to teach you a lesson. Do you understand?"

You hum, eyes shut, tension building up inside.

"Verbal, honey."

The second you whisper 'yes', your boyfriend starts slamming into you.

With one arm across your stomach and the other across your chest, five fingers closed around your throat, Johnny spends the next couple of minutes thrusting up into you.

Your head is still laying on his shoulder, crook of his neck muffling your loud moans, locks falling out of the tight bun.

"Fuck, Johnny, I can feel you twitching." His dick is running along your walls, and you can feel everything. "Please."

He understands, fingers coming down to circle your clit and guide you to your orgasm.

Both of you move in synch, bodies swaying back and forth, yours more so reacting to the impact of Johnny's force pumping inside of you.

You shudder, hips rolling back into his thrusts as his grip tightens around you.

As soon as his head hits you cervix, release washes through and you're screaming his name.

"Fucking Christ, baby, I'm-"

"We're not done." Pressing you impossibly further, Johnny fucks any remaining air out of your lungs, continuing to push himself in and out of your wet folds. He's giving it to you so hard your knees are hitting the cabinet doors under the isle, purple bruises forming already. "Forgot this isn't for you?"

His thumb hasn't stopped rubbing your clit, hipbone pressing on your ass, your breasts painfully moving up and down. The area under your eyes is damp, nose running a bit.

Your head slumps forward, whole body being supported by trembling fingers white-knuckling the marble.

A second climax is coming, gritted teeth distorting your whimpers, feeling your muscles tighten all over again around Johnny's relentless cock.

His moan explodes through the otherwise silent room, hot load spilling down your legs and mixing with your second orgasm, which came right after.

"My gorgeous girl," Johnny's voice is still ragged, out of breath. "I can't believe how good you just took it."

You're still being made love to, semi hard member filling you up and then pulling out lazily, inch by inch.

Soreness is already bothering you.

A giggle escapes you at the disappointing, crushing feeling of your boyfriend's dick finally detaching from within you.

Both of you shiver at the lack of contact, Johnny letting out a chuckle of his own.

"Doesn't feel right to be apart, does it?"

Knox turns you around to face him, grabbing you by the chin to kiss your tears away.

Brushing hair behind your ears, he's smiling adoringly at you, agreeing.

"I am sorry, sweetheart, that I wasn't by your side tonight."

Cheek leaning into his palm, you smile back. "I'm sorry I acted immaturely. It was stupid. We're okay?"

"We're okay."

You're meekly standing naked in the kitchen, admiring Johnny's toned back as he collects your underwear and the dress he had picked, folding them nicely over his forearm.

"How about a bath? It's been a long night."

[this-daydream-is-dangerous-13]

Mega Question…? Analysis:

« I remember » - OOTW reference

« Good girl, sad boy/Big city, wrong choices » - « white t shirt, good girl faith, James Dean look » (Style reference)

« We had one thing going on/I swear that it was something » - « we were something don’t you think so » (the 1 reference)

« ‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you/Painted all my nights/A color I’ve searched for since » - « we were in screaming color//you showed me colors I can’t see with anyone else » (ootw + illicit affair reference)

« But one thing after another/Lost in situations, circumstances/Miscommunications » - « and I, lost you » (maroon reference)

<< this is her giving the thoughts on their past relationship>>

« Have to say/By the way/I just may like some explanations » - this is her now in the present asking for context

« Can I ask you a question?/Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room/And every single one of your friends was/Making fun of you/But 15 seconds later they were clapping too?/Then what did you do? » - « if one thing had been different, would everything be different today/rosé flowing with you chosen family/throwing pennies in the pool » (the 1 reference that signifies her trifes with the relationship that get referenced by specific occasions with others in presence »

« Did you leave her house in the middle of the night?/Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight/When she said it was too much? » - « you pick me up no headlight » (style reference) « it’s 2 am in your car/ headlights pass the window » (iwyw reference) + a metaphoric reference to if he showed up at her door like in betty

« Do you wish you could still touch ...her?/It's just a question » - this is her being snarky and asking if he still yearns for her after (probably) listening to keep driving and little freak and all of harry’s house

« Half-moon eyes, bad surprise/Did you realize, out of time/She was on your mind/With some meathead guy/That you saw that night/But you were on something/It was one drink after another » - reference to the BBMAs night in 2015 a la woman + exile

« Caught in politics and gender-roles/And you're not sure and I don't know/Got swept away in the gray » - this means how both of them got silent with each other because of things like 2016 elections, expectations from society, new relationships blah blah

« I just may like to have a conversation/Can I ask you a question? » - once again a tie in to her present state

“Include repeat of chorus”

« Does it feel like everything's just like second-best after that/Meteor strike?/And what's that, that I heard, that you're still with her/That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable/And right/But tonight… » - this is in reference to knowing he’s with Olivia and seeing them be together for longer than haylor (at least publically) makes her insecure in a sense that she thought she’d be his only ONE; « I hope she makes a beautiful fool, who takes my spot next to you » (happiness reference); « I’m sure that you got a wife out there » (rwylm reference)

“Another repeat of chorus”

Interestingly, the song is 3:30 long, which could be a reference to her being close to 33 when she released it….

Also, she sang it on May 20, the anniversary of Harry’s House, and dubbed it as being during a happy moment.

Anon - I have been sitting on this for ages, waiting until we got closer to the song’s anniversary to post. Thank you for your patience AND this analysis!

I have a couple things to add and a view or two that diverges but otherwise: spot on!

I think “sad boy” because he was wildly misunderstood. He had this image as a charming, British lothario and it was untrue and stifling. As we have seen over time, he is a kind, generous, loyal person who feels things deeply and is happiest even with/part of a family.

That “friends making fun of you/15 seconds later they were clapping too” line? Made me call into question Champagne Problems with the “no crowd of friends applauded” line. Ooof.

The politics and gender roles arguments? I think some had to do with her being called a sl*t and the “Madonna/whore” way she was being presented in the media (the dating too much and break up song narrative) , while he was lauded for being linked to a bunch of different women. Which—I don’t think he wanted to do, if I’m honest. He’d rather have been with her. But yeah - I don’t think 18-20 year old H fully understood the misogyny she was facing.

That bridge. Ooooof. The whole song is ambiguous enough that she could say “I wrote it about the past” but also make people wonder if it’s that’s true. She built in plausible deniability, but it’s flimsy. And she made sure we could tell its subject. I am going to go into this in another post…

But this is amazing. TYSM

[jeonqkooks]

i love all ur works sm!! for the drabble request: things you interrupted me to say + tongue tied couple</33

watermelon gelato | jjk

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warnings: friends to lovers, neighbor au, fluff, kissing, swearing

word count: 1.6k

note: a tongue tied drabble. dear anon i'm so sorry that this took so long and i hope you're still here somewhere 😭

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— as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

Wear something nice.

When Jungkook sent you these texts nine hours ago, he should’ve known that life wouldn’t be this kind to him. As he stands here, in the talk-of-the-town restaurant that just opened a month ago, he should’ve known that there was no way he could reserve a table that easily at 10AM on the day of.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the hostess apologizes in earnest. “I don’t see your reservation for tonight.”

“Can you please check again?” he asks and shuffles on his feet nervously. “It should be under Jeon Jungkook.”

You can tell that she feels bad as she takes in the expression on his face, big doe eyes pleading her to somehow save him from this misery. He looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Still, she puts on a polite smile and tells him to wait so she can run his name through the system again, a task that you know will probably be in vain.

Earlier today, when he disturbed your slumber at the unholiest hour possible, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. After you went back to bed and woke after a few more hours, it took you a minute to process the short conversation between the two of you at 4AM. You weren’t sure if it really happened until that text came but even then, you had no clue how the date was going to go, and how you were feeling about the whole thing.

Jungkook is cute—you’ve told him as much—and he’s a good kisser. No, scratch that. Jungkook is a wonderful kisser. You’re attracted to him, and you two get along well. It’s nice and easy, with minimal thinking required because you’re just two friends, young and single, ready to mingle but not necessarily looking for something serious.

Well, at least you aren’t looking for something serious. It isn’t like you’re anti love or anything. The last time you were in a relationship was two years ago, and though it didn’t end on bad terms, it was… a lot for you.

People around you have always put heavy emphasis on commitment and you know it’s not a bad thing, but it’s scary. The pressure is too much. You haven’t really thought about if and when you would unpack all of your uneasiness regarding the matter. Right now, you just know that you’re content with being single and having fun. 

And what you have with Jungkook is fun. A dinner couldn’t hurt.

The hostess speaks up after a moment, looking genuinely sympathetic at the two of you. You reckon this kind of occurence isn’t uncommon, and she must have built a tolerance for people looking like kicked puppies whenever this happens; though, even that indifferent and monotonous attitude falls apart before the Bambi eyes of Jeon Jungkook.

“Sir, you made a reservation for this day next year.”

You purse your lips as you glance at him. Color drains from his face as she shows him the screen and the mistake he made while jittery in the middle of the night. “Is there any way you can–”

“Jungkook,” you call and tug on his arm because people in line after you are starting to complain, “let’s just go.”

He looks at your stiff expression and internally winces, his eyes apologetic. He nods solemnly then, thanks the hostess and leads you out the door.

Once you’re outside, he gives you a strained smile. “Well,” he says, an attempt to distill the awkwardness, “this is embarrassing. I guess tonight’s a bust…”

Jungkook flattens his mouth into a thin line and stuffs his hands in his pockets, dropping his gaze to the ground. He really does look so sad, and you know he’s probably beating himself up for his mistake.

You poke at his chest playfully. When his eyes meet yours, you smile.

“We’re already dressed up,” you say, gesturing between the both of you. Although you’re only in a simple dress and he’s wearing a blazer over a button-up, it’s the most formal you’ve ever seen one another, having been accustomed to raggy t-shirts and sweats and casually lounging on each other’s couch. “Might as well make the most of it, yeah?”

Jungkook chuckles humorlessly. He appreciates you trying to salvage this, but he wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant, be the perfect gentleman, woo you with his charms like they do in the movies. Though right now, he just feels like a dweeb, really living up to the affectionate nickname you gave him.

“Really?” he asks.

“Really,” you confirm.

You look hopeful, so he acquiesces. He takes his hands out of his pockets and steps closer, nudging your shoulder with his. “Wanna go to that diner you like?”

One hearty burger (and an unholy amount of fries to share) later, you’re walking through an empty park, with Jungkook’s blazer around your body to shield you from the slight chill.

Dinner was nice, although he remained relatively quiet while you were waiting for your food. The kicked puppy look returned. You had to turn to your trusty folder of memes on your phone to coax him out of his mental ditch. By the fifth picture of animals holding knives that you forced him to look at, he was already giggling, regaining some semblance of his usual dorky self. And by the time the waitress placed two cheeseburgers on the table, well, it’s like nothing ever happened. Food—his great love, you suppose.

Food, and Overwatch.

Throughout the meal, you kept forgetting that it was supposed to be a date. Every first date that you’ve been on was awkward, some less than others, but still awkward. Because you’d been conversing with strangers and going through the list of boring questions that everyone asked while trying to get to know someone, and sitting in uncomfortable silence when you realize you have nothing in common.

But you know Jungkook. You know what he likes to do for fun and what pizza toppings he likes. You know that he plays the guitar and that he’s been trying to learn the drums. You know that he’s shitscared of microwaves and that his kisses taste like orange candy.

So yeah, dinner was nice. You didn’t overthink things like you tend to do with romantic interests. You don’t think he knows, but Jungkook—or just his mere presence—has a way of making you not get lost in your own head.

When the wind breezes by, you snuggle further into the warmth of his blazer, too big on your body. He notices, and drapes a tentative arm around your shoulders. He seems shy but you welcome it anyway. As you lean into his side, he gives your arm a gentle squeeze. Ten more minutes pass, and you’re once again greeted with the sight of streets bustling with cars, a contrast to the mostly empty and quiet park.

“Ooh! Let’s get some ice cream.” Pointing toward a gelateria around the corner decorated with pretty neon lights, you grab his hand and tug him in that direction before he can even say anything. It’s dessert, for heaven’s sake. Jungkook would never turn down dessert.

He gets hazelnut chocolate and you get watermelon.

“Woah, I’ve never had watermelon gelato before. I didn’t even know they made this,” you say, eyeing the treat in your hand. When you scoop some onto the small wooden spoon and bring it to your lips, your eyes nearly roll all the way back into your skull. “Oh my God, it’s so good. Here, try it.”

Jungkook looks bashful when you offer him some of your ice cream, but he accepts it anyway.

“Is this the first date you’ve been on, Jeon?” you joke. 

He blushes, the tone of his skin on the way to matching the color of your gelato. You like seeing him flustered. It’s cute; you have to bite your lip to keep from smiling.

“Obviously not,” he mutters, honest and not very playful in response to your efforts. His thumb reaches out to wipe some of the ice cream from the corner of your mouth that you didn’t realize was there, and he puts it directly in his mouth to lick off the sweetness. You gulp, blanking on your teasing jabs as he locks eyes with you. “Just the first one that I wish goes well enough to get me a second date.”

To the outside world, you two must look like a disgustingly sweet couple. Feeding each other gelato and doing whatever the fuck Jungkook just did to you. It’s saccharine in that cheesy romcom way that you normally despise but now? You don’t mind it that much.

When you don’t say anything, he tenses, thinking he might’ve scared you a little. He opts for a lighter conversation, somewhat self-deprecating but hopefully a topic that you two can laugh about.

“I still can’t believe I made a reservation for next year,” he mutters with a cute pout. “I swear I checked the confirmation like ten times and–!”

Your stomach does somersaults all of a sudden, and something possesses you to pull him down by the collar of his shirt for a kiss. A trail of chocolate runs down the side of his ice cream cone. Jungkook thinks love must taste like watermelon gelato and cherry-flavored lip balm.

It’s far from the first time that you’ve kissed him, but somehow it feels like the first time.

When you pull away, he short-circuits, pink tongue unconsciously darting out to lick his lips where you had been just seconds ago. With that dazed look in his eyes, Jungkook swallows, not knowing what to say and if he should even say anything. See? It’s very cute.

“It’s okay, dweebus,” you laugh lightly and pinch his cheek. The words roll off your tongue without much thought. It's easy. “We’ll go next year then.”

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[kkarmiic]

mirage anon here! naming myself how quaint today has been kinda shitty so could I get some good ol Mirage comfort after a really, really bad day? I'm talking the worst day possible-- outfit ruined, bad hair day, just EVERYTHING going wrong?? thank you if you end up doing this <33

# ‘TOMORROW - MIRAGE X GN!READER COMFORT

🫐 ‘CONTENT AND WARNINGS

\\ synopsis: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, mirage is there to help

+* genre: fluff/comfort

‘# warnings: eye pulling, self doubt, he calls you love

// authors note: hey mirage anon! I’m sorry to hear about your shitty day, I understand how those feels, I hope this helps at least a little.

Your day had been downright awful, down to every single detail. From the moment you opened your eyes, everything was already horrific. You had seemingly slept in a weird position that night, evident by the dull ache in your shoulder and neck.

To make matters worse, you were already twenty minutes behind schedule, you had slept through your alarm. Fuck. Stomping over to your mirror, rolling your shoulder in a feeble attempt for the pain to disappear, you realized how obvious your dark circles were and how your hair stuck out in directions you didn't even know were possible.

Of course, you tried to push it aside, telling yourself it could be fixed with a little concealer and styling. That, however, did so little to help with your situation. The concealer had run out the day prior and your hair would just not lay how you wanted it.

Just your luck.

Tonight was supposed to be your date with Mirage, it was quaint, sure, he was going to make you a homecooked meal and you two were planning on watching the stars, but still, what would he think of you if he saw you like this?

It was only early days in your relationship, about a month in, and you weren't prepared for his perception of you to change, for him to see you as lazy, or a slob.

You were far too stressed out for ten in the morning, pulling your eyes down and just... Staring. Staring at yourself in the mirror, criticizing your appearance.

You know what they say, when things are at their lowest they can only go up.

Wrong. You were on a Ferris wheel, locked into your seat with no way of escaping, on a constant round of low, and high and low and high, with seemingly no end. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to get off.

So there you were, wearing your favourite outfit, hoping it would lift your spirits a little, and hopefully distract Mirage, at least a small amount. And it did, only for a mere moment though, you were halfway to Mirage's when the rain began pouring down, and this happened to be the one day where you didn't bring your umbrella, too focused on being late, and the way you looked, to even worry about checking the weather forecast.

Hands trembling as you walked, you reached for your phone in your pocket, before realising, that wasn't there either.

Panic. That was the only word to describe what you felt at that moment, pure panic. Had you dropped it somewhere? Maybe on the way to his? You were too late to turn back now, someone probably would've picked it up by now, and maybe it was already stolen. Maybe-

You left it on your bedside table, next to your umbrella.

Nonetheless, you kept walking, and you couldn't tell what was rain and what was tears after a certain point. They were so perfectly blended, heart aching as you walked.

Mirage, no, Elliot, you reminded yourself, always looked so perfect, with his neatly formed curls, and clear skin, you'd never seen him with one blemish, or eyebags like you, or with his hair askew. What would he think of you?

You had half a mind to turn back now, go home, and text him, faking that you were sick. But he'd probably turn up at your door instead, that was the kind of man he is, a gentleman.

Elliot couldn't worry about you, it wouldn't be fair to put him through that, and that's how you ended up on his doorstep, even despite all your worries. Placing three tentative knocks before it was quickly swung open, it seemed like he'd been waiting for you.

However, his smile quickly faded to a frown, of concern or disappointment, you couldn't tell.

"You're going to get s- uh- soa-" He paused, readjusting, instead of correcting his sentence, he ushered you in, he knew you knew him well enough to understand what he meant.

"Are you okay?!" He asked, shutting and locking the door behind you, hand placed gently on your bicep, feeling the soaked fabric of your shirt.

You wanted to tell him no, about how awful your day was, about how everything seemed to be going wrong, about how the whole world was against you, but you didn't. "Yeah... Just forgot my umbrella." You muttered, offering him a shrug of your shoulders, but that didn't seem to convince him, not one bit.

"How about you go upstairs? Get a hoodie and some sweats. You left some here last time. Or you could get changed into mind. I- Uhm- I don't... I don't mind." He took a shuddery breath, covering the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Anyways! I'll have a warm drink down here when you're done, okay?" He offered a soft smile towards you, already beginning to make your drink of choice.

When you returned downstairs, your drink was sat in your usual seat, the smell of food wafting from the oven making your mouth water.

"Want to talk?" He asked, cocking his head, waiting on your answer, and when you didn't respond he continued. "I can see something's buggin' ya. If you need to talk I'm always in your corner."

The compassion he was showing you was too much, he was too nice, and that was too much. You cried for the second time today, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell him about how shitty your day was, but nothing was coming out.

Mirage's eyes widened in shock, rushing round to your side before taking the seat next to you, a firm hand resting on your back, rubbing slow circles. "Take your time, love." He was ever so patient with you, you could never ask for more.

"I've just- I've just had the worst day today." You choked, covering your face with your hands. "I woke up and I obviously slept in a funny position, my whole body hurts." You began recounting your day. "I even left my fucking phone at home, like an idiot!"

There was a moment's silence before he moved his body to be facing yours, pulling your stool closer to his, and grasping your hands. "Darling. You're not an idiot. We all have bad days and that's fine. Sometimes you need a few days, to recover or... For it to just pass." He rested his forehead against yours, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.

"No matter what, I'm right by your side. Tomorrow will be better. Swear on it."

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[ccalhoun]

hi so i’m trans, ftm and not out :< maybe a steve harrington x reader where reader comes out to him and he’s super accepting and supportive

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steve harrington x trans!male!reader

req?: yep!

wc: 2.0k

warnings: male reader, trans/ftm reader, reader works at the family video, reader and robin are friends, reader has a crush on steve, reader lives with his parents, kind of ooc steve, reader explains what trans is to steve, steve has a crush on reader, dysphoria, talk of misgendering/deadnaming, talk of homo/transphobia, "birth name" in place of "deadname", "m/n" used, takes place after season 3 but before season 4, crying, kissing, hugging, coming out, establishing a relationship

note: aaa nonnie i am soo sorry i couldn't get this out sooner </33 also i hope you can come out when your environment is safe enough to do so !!

cut for length!

You stood at the desk at work, wearing the typical 'Family Video' work attire (aka just a green vest over your normal clothes). Keith was stocking shelves and never trusted you to do more than check overdue movies and check people out, so it's the only place you ever got assigned to.

You heard the store door open and looked up to see Steve walking in, heading for the back so he could punch in and start working. You were relieved, watching with glee as Kieth headed to the back as well to put his vest in his locker and punch out. It was about noon so it wasn't too busy, you got off at 4:00, a couple of hours before Steve got off (3 hours, to be exact).

"Hey!" Steve greeted, still pulling his vest over his arms as he said it. Keith sludged out of the back room, his feet dragging on the floor like a small child being forced to leave his best friend's house. "Bye Keith," Steve called out as Keith opened the door to leave the store. Steve turned back to you, his mouth curling upwards in a small smile.

"Thank God I don't have to work any shifts with him, huh [birth name]?" You cringed at the usage of your birth name, just hoping everyone would finally realize that you're a boy by themselves so you wouldn't have to come out and risk being hurt or kicked out. You idly nodded and smiled at Steve, you two were close but you could never even begin to imagine coming out to him.

"He's not that bad, just a misguided nerd," You spoke, your voice breaking the short silence that filled the air. Steve laughed after you spoke, his laughter soft but not faked.

"Keith? Misguided nerd? Did he even let you do anything but sit at the desk all day?" Steve said. laughs breaking up his speech. Everyone knew that Keith was an asshole but no one ever really spoke it, just accept it as the truth.

"Well, no, but he can be nice when you get to know him a little more," You defended. You were being playful, not really caring if Steve thought less of Keith than anyone. "I think we've been talking about Keith for too long. Subject change?" Steve looked surprised at the suggestion but nodded and smiled.

"Yeah sure, how has your wonderful Friday been?" He asked sarcastically, every Friday working at the Family Video was terrible.

"It hasn't been too bad today, but it will be terrible later tonight. I hope you and Robin have fun working it." You joked, Robin was a mutual friend between you and Steve. In fact, after she told Steve she's a lesbian, she came out to you next. You two were in a lot of classes together in high school and have stayed in contact since. You and Steve only had 1 class together and barely interacted at school but Robin brought you two together.

"About that," Steve started, his face shifting from his usual smile to a nervous look. "Robin called out of work sick, can you help me tonight?" He anxiously trailed off at the end, he was never the type to ask for help. You let out a sigh and thought it over in your head.

"Sure, but only if we hang once we get off," You agreed, Steve's face lit up and he engulfed you in a hug.

"It's only for a few hours until Marge gets in, I promise," Steve rushed out as he pulled back from the hug.

After a couple of hours had passed it was 4:15 pm, the time you were used to getting off. Some people came in and checked out movies throughout the day, primarily romcoms and horror movies. There were always the people who went in after school to beat the usual Friday night rush of people. You sighed dramatically and laid your head on the desk. Steve looked to where you were before going back to making sure the shelves were organized correctly.

"You know you don't have to help me tonight. You can go home right now and we can still hang out after work." Steve's voice was calm and soft. He understood the tiredness of a long day of work, going home and unwinding was a great feeling and he couldn't blame you if you wanted to change your mind about the extra hours.

"I'm just being dramatic," You laughed out, "It's sweet that you'd work a night alone just to let me nap a little," You added.

Steve blushed and stared forward at the cases full of VHS tapes. He had a major crush on you and Robin was the only person who knew. Robin had faked sick knowing you'd agree to work with Steve for the night.

Conveniently, Robin also knew that you had a crush on Steve. She didn't tell Steve that you liked him, but she did say that there was no way that him telling you that he likes you could end wrong. Robin reassured Steve that it would end fine and convinced him to go through with it tonight.

After a couple of hours had passed the rush had really started to come in, You and Steve were both at the front desk working on checking people out.

The faces of Marge and some other coworker you couldn't care about learning the name of emerged from the crowd, Marge telling you two that you would just need to work for a few more minutes while she and what's-her-face got clocked in. You let out a sigh of relief, briefly smiling at Steve before focusing on a customer and scanning the tapes they had chosen.

Once Marge and your coworker replaced your spots, you clocked out and put your vest in the locker, making small talk with Steve as you did. Steve closed his locker and waited by the door for you to catch up. You walked out together, your heart beating quickly in your chest as you thought over your plan for the night. While working you decided to come out to Steve as transgender, waiting for the perfect moment to do it.

You got into Steve's car, he was your ride to work since you didn't have a car so you didn't have to worry about leaving your car in the parking lot. The car ride to your house was quiet, but not tense. Some music from the radio played quietly as you thought over what to say, how you would you explain it to him, what you would do based on his response, stuff like that.

You arrived at your house and hoped out, unlocking the door to your house and waiting for Steve to follow. He locked his car and walked to your front door.

"Movies and snacks?" You offered, taking your shoes off at the door and closing it when Steve walked in.

"I'll grab the movies from the living room, you get the snacks," Steve said when he finished taking off his shoes, heading towards the living room. Most of your hangouts went like this. You two were used to the routine. You always picked out the snacks and Steve got the movies. Your family was big on movies, so every few weeks you were bound to have a new VHS to watch. It was nice, but it was also nice to be able to rewatch your favorite movies.

You had a tv in your room, you had saved up for it for years (since 16, at least) and your parents are always fine with you using the family tapes as long as you put them back in their spots. You walked to your room, seeing Steve putting the first movie that he chose.

"Hey! Right on time!" Steve chuckled and sat down on your bed, waiting for you to sit down and hand him some snacks. You had gotten some chips, some sodas, and a few different kinds of candies. You got comfortable in your bed and focused on the movie, the thought of coming out to steve distracting you so much you couldn't even focus on the movie. You stood up, paused the movie, and sat back down on your bed.

"Steve, I need to tell you something," You started, there was a lump in your throat and your heart was racing. "I'm transgender, which means that I was born a girl but I'm a boy," Your voice was shaky, tears in your eyes as you looked everywhere in your room but Steve himself.

"Oh, so you want to be a boy?" Steve asked innocently, though the question wasn't meant to sound mean, your heart dropped as soon as he said it.

"No, no, I am a boy. I was just born as a girl." You felt tears in your eyes as you said this. You just wanted to be seen as a boy, even if it was just Steve.

"Oh," Steve said before thinking for a moment, "So, does anyone else know?" The question surprised you. You knew Robin explained some stuff about the queer community to Steve but you didn't think he'd know that you had to keep it a secret.

"No, but I want to tell Robin," You mumbled, trying to cover up the fact you were trying your hardest to not cry. Steve took notice and gently cupped your face with his hand, encouraging you to look at him.

"Robin explained some of this stuff to me, I know what transgender is and I can call you a boy if that's what you want. Robin also mentioned that some transgender people change their names. Is there a name you want me to call you?" Steve was careful with his wording, he didn't know if what he was saying was offensive or not and was praying that you wouldn't take it badly. You were shocked at how much he knew, but also relieved that he was accepting of you.

"Yeah, I do want you to speak of me like a boy and, I do have a name I like, m/n." Your voice was still a bit shaky from almost crying. You quickly wiped your tears with your hands and smiled to yourself.

"m/n," Steve repeated to himself, "It fits you," Steve smiled and hugged you, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting manner.

"Thank you," You said, your voice barely above a whisper but Steve heard and just smiled in reply. You two stayed hugging until you pulled back, "Should we finish the movie?" You were much more confident now, not stuttering when you spoke.

"I have something to tell you as well," Now it was Steve's turn to be nervous, twiddling with his thumbs. Once you nodded for him to go on, he spoke. "I think I like you, like that. I was going to not tell you tonight but after you told me something so intimate I think I would like it if we could be, you know, boyfriends." His eyes were looking down at your carpeted flooring, expecting the worse. You were surprised but filled with Joy. Steve liked you and he called you a boy.

"Yes!" You blurted out, Steve's wide eyes shot and looked you in your eyes. You both were blushing immensely. Steves' face erupted in a smile, leaning in and kissing you out of excitement. The kiss surprised you but, you kissed back regardless. Steve pulled back from the kiss, his blushing calming down a little.

"Sorry," Steve started, "I probably should've asked first," He was slightly embarrassed over the fact that he forgot to ask to kiss you, he just hoped that you wouldn't get mad at him over it. He was relieved when your face showed kindness instead of anger or disgust. He expected you to tell him to just not do it again but was pleasantly surprised when you kissed him for a quick few seconds before pulling back.

"Now we're even, so you don't have to worry about it," You jokingly said, Steve just smiled and hugged you, his grip not squeezing you but holding you in a comforting manner.

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[haleyhunwritess]

hi my baby <3 can you write something with bucky that’s like “we’re mad at each other but still care” or they have an argument and reader feels bad and tries to make it up to him, or something like that your writing is just so so so beautiful 💝

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pairing: bucky x reader

warning: angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of roofie

a/n: hi my love, thank you so much for sending this in and thank you so much for your sweet kind words, i hope you enjoy this <33 i was in dire need of some fluff and angst today hahah 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You rarely ever argued with Bucky, and if you ever did, he was too soft on you to say much. He would let you win every time, just wanting to see your beautiful smile again. He hated seeing you upset, and he couldn't stand it when you cried. Maybe that's why he's always been protective of you. However, after what happened last month, he had been a bit overprotective.

Somebody had spiked your drink at the club when you went there for a friend's birthday. Bucky was so scared when your friends called him to tell him what happened. They took you to the hospital because they didn't know what else to do. Thankfully, you were alright and nothing too bad happened, however, they never found the person who did that to you.

Ever since then, Bucky was extremely protective over you. Though at first you thought it was very sweet, I mean who wouldn't want their boyfriend to be protective over them and want to look after them. However, it was his overprotective tendencies that were starting to get to you. Bucky insisted on tagging along with you each time you wanted to go out with your friends for a girls night. You told him that it was supposed to be a girls night, and that it would be awkward with him there. He would quietly nod and eventually stop pestering you about it, but then you caught him sitting by the bar one time and found out that he would follow you guys there when you wouldn't let him come.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew how scared he was for you but you didn't appreciate being followed by him, and neither did your friends. You decided you would only go out with them for girls night when you knew Bucky would be too distracted with something else to keep an eye on you.

You called Steve this morning and asked him to pick up Bucky for a boys night out tonight, and he reluctantly agreed. Bucky was a bit suspicious when Steve and Sam showed up at your doorstep but you encouraged him to go. You lied and said you had a lot of work to catch up on and he would just get bored sitting at home with you.

Once he was out the door, Natasha came over and you both started to get ready together. An hour later, you were at one of your favourite clubs with Natasha, Wanda, and a few of your other friends. A couple drinks later, you decided the group needed some shots and you generously got up to get them from the bar. You called out for the bartender, who was too busy helping somebody else at the moment.

You turned around, leaning against the bar as you waited, looking out at the dance floor. You tried to look around for your friends, but instead you saw Bucky talking to Sam and Steve in one of the booths. You squinted your eyes to make sure it was really them, and that's when Bucky looked over at you at the same time. You quickly turned back around to face the bar but it took him less than a minute to walk over to you angrily through the crowd.

"What the fuck? You lied to me!" Bucky hissed, grabbing your arm to make you turn back around to look at him.

You groaned in response, sick of being treated like someone who couldn't take care of themselves. You couldn't take it anymore. You decided to ignore him and turned back around, finally getting the bartender's attention. You ordered four shots of vodka, while trying to ignore Bucky's presence.

"Actually, she'll just have water." Bucky hissed at the bartender, who looked back at you to make sure you weren't too intoxicated.

You rolled your eyes and asked him for the shots again, while reaching for your wallet from your purse. Bucky sighed as the bartender handed you the four shots, and took out his wallet to pay for them instead.

"Thank you for the drinks, Buck. Have a good night." You muttered putting your wallet back in your purse before bringing the shots back to your table. You carried two shots in each hand, and slammed them all down at the table.

You noticed it was only Natasha at the table right now, and the others were off dancing. You handed her one of the shots, which she downed easily. You took one shot, and nearly cringed before picking up the other two shot glasses.

Natasha watched in amusement as you took the other two shots down a row. Normally, she would try to stop you and convince you to ease up on the drinks. However, after the night you've had, she knew you needed this. She had watched Bucky approach you at the bar, and she knew it wasn't good.

"What did he say?" She smirked, as you slumped down in your seat.

"Nothing important." You rolled your eyes, and looked back over at the bar. Bucky was still standing there, looking back at you. His face was no longer filled with anger though. He looked sad, and a bit embarrassed, which made you feel even worse, "Ugh Nat, I think I was too mean to him. Fuck, look at him, it's like kicking a lost puppy. Let's just go home please."

You felt bad for the way you handled the situation but there was no way you were about to go apologize to him. You needed to have a talk with him, but definitely not while you were this drunk. It needed to happen when you were both sober and thinking straight. Natasha picked up her phone and texted Wanda that you two were heading out before calling an Uber for both of you. You took one last look at Bucky, watching him walk back over to Steve and Sam, before you headed out of the club with Natasha.

Once you were home, Natasha helped you inside and got you to drink some water before she got an Uber home for herself. You were still feeling drunk but also hungry at the same time. You walked over to the kitchen to look for a midnight snack, and opened the refrigerator door. You looked inside and noticed there was a tray of brownies sitting there with a little note on the side.

You took the brownies out and put them down on the counter before picking up the note to read it.

I made these so you wouldn't try to burn my kitchen down while trying to make yourself a snack :)

Don't work too hard, genius, I love you - Bucky <3

For some reason, you couldn't help but start crying at the note. You looked over at the brownies and started crying even harder. It was such a simple gesture but it let you know that everything was going to be okay. He wasn't trying to be controlling these past few months, he was only doing those things because he was worried about you. Instead of trying to talk to him, you spent all day trying to get rid of him. You nearly fell to the floor, covering your face with shaking hands as you sobbed loudly.

You knew his approach may have been wrong but if you had just tried talking to him instead of shutting him out or getting angry and arguing with him, then maybe things wouldn't be so bad right now. Maybe you could even tell him how scared you were this past month. How terrified you were when you woke up in the hospital that night and found out what happened to you. Maybe you could tell him you were only pretending to be brave for him, when really you were absolutely terrified.

In the middle of your breakdown, you didn't hear the front door open. Bucky walked in with Steve and Sam following behind him, trying to apologize for lying to him. However, when they heard you crying they all rushed over to the kitchen. Bucky ran in first and quickly picked you up off the floor, shushing your cries and gently stroking your back.

"It's okay, it's alright, I'm here," Bucky mumbled over and over again, "You're okay, it's okay."

Though Bucky was merely trying to comfort you, you started to cry harder at his soothing words. It had been a rough month, and you didn't want to push him away anymore. You just wanted to be in his arms.

Steve looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if you were crying because you had gotten hurt in some way, while Sam reached grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Bucky, who tried to get you to drink from it. You just shook your head and held him even tighter. Bucky looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

When you looked up at him again though, Bucky just knew. He didn't know how but he knew you just needed him in that moment. Bucky quietly told Steve and Sam that they could leave before he carefully brought you over to the living room. Laying down with you on the couch, with you still in his arms, he muttered sweet nothings in your ear and watched over you as you eventually fell asleep.

Bucky knew you needed to talk about this, and soon you would but not tonight. Tonight was about you, and all he wanted to do was just hold you in his arms, and comfort you.

Everything was going to be okay, and he would make sure of it.

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