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St. Hilarion's ghost story
#payneland#edwin x charles#dead boy detectives#dbda#pre canon angst brought to you by the weirdo who's always drawing post canon fluff#something about oral tradition and old timey slang#i took quite a lot of decisions with this one so buckle up#first of all the female ghost keeps edwin's eyes color because there's still some truth to the legend#the background is the same shade of green to reference hell#just like it is when he's having his flashback#alive charles is dressed all in black because he's not a happy boy#i also made it so that he grips his clothes when his mate punches him even as it's intended to be friendly#because well#these people will end up killing him so it's less friendly when you remember THAT#charles obviously doesn't mean anything by the mary ann comment#he doesn't know the slang meaning and just blurted out what he remembered from the legend#he will find out reach some conclussions and go punch a wall about it probably#about edwin tho his escape is still very recent and he didn't expect this#but even so early on he knows charles means no harm and allows himself to be comforted#it wasn't intentional but hey edwin shruggin off charles' touch is a good parallel to that one scene after charles âkillsâ the night nurse
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Obanai after getting scolded by mitsuri for mistreating tanjiro during training :
#he is soo into her#oh to have somebody to look at me the way obanai looks at mitsuri#mitsuri please kiss this man already#he is touch starved#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny spoilers#iguro obanai#mitsuri kanroji#obamitsu#tanjiro#hashira training arc#obanai Ă mitsuri#kny memes#kny Ă reader#kny fluff#kny angst#kny manga#demon slayer Ă reader
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âsay you wonât let goâ - some touch starved scenarios
prompt list by @novelbear
heart pounding whenever the other does so much as to hold onto their wrist while guiding them through a crowd
one just casually sitting down on the other's lap and they start internally freaking the hell out
hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters
^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt
"wait, don't go, please.."
"is this okay?" "it's more than okay."
already barely holding it together as they're getting their hand held but then they feel that reassuring squeeze and they just can't
wearing the others' clothes so that it can at least feel like they're hugging them, even for just a moment
feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there
^ trying and failing to hold back their tears as they do so
"can i have one more hug?" "aw, babe you don't have to ask, c'mere..."
when the other holds onto their waist briefly as they're passing by and it just send chills down their spine
breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much
their breath hitching whenever the other gets a little closer
^ feeling crushed when that action is taken as a sign of discomfort, and they watch them slowly back off
holding onto a stuffed animal/pillow, imagining that it's their lover in their embrace instead
one leaning their head onto the other's shoulder suddenly and they just freeze
"i wasn't sure how much longer i could have taken this..."
#otp prompts#writing prompts#imagine your otp#otp writing#writeblr#prompt list#romance prompts#fluff prompts#dialogue prompts#angst prompts#fluff#touch starved prompts#otp#angst#request#thank you vyni for your help with these muah
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Lost in translation
Cassian x Reader
Cassian Week 2024
Day 4: Lover
@cassianappreciationweek
A/N: Honestly, I think that Cassian, as a lover, is a big fan of physical touch. Massages, hugs, holding hands, cuddling, having sex⊠Thatâs exactly how I imagine this maleâs love language. So I thought: What would happen if our Lord of Bloodshed's mate had a completely different love language? And here's how this little fic got written. Enjoy! đ
Summary: Cassian is worried he's being too clingy since you don't seem to show him your love with physical touches... But maybe the two of you just got lost in translation.
Warnings: Mention of nudity, but nothing explicit. Miscommunication angst. Happy ending.
Word count: 1,236k words
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
And they lived happily ever after⊠The end.
You snap the book close in your hands and groan. You slide the back of the book onto the nightstand, right beside your empty mug of tea, and stretch your arms above your head. You sigh at the feeling of your numb muscles stretching out after a long time stuck in the same position. You look up at the clock to check how long exactly youâve been reading, and the realization hits you full force.
Seven whole hours. Mother above⊠More like âMotherâs titsâ, as your mate would so graciously say.
Speaking of him, you havenât heard much of him in a while, which was weird, since he would always be tucked at your side at any given time of the day. He would usually burrow his face in the middle of your breasts, and start kissing them sneakily once he has enough of waiting for you to finish reading. He would become insufferable if you have the misfortune to read a relatively steamy part of your book and become all hot and bothered. Cassian would always manage to make you even more flustered or aroused when this happens.Â
But the General hasn't shown up for seven whole hours. Tendrils of guilt swirls around your stomach, squeezing it uncomfortably as you come to the realization that you have failed to notice Cassianâs absence until just now. You softly tug on the golden bond that shone permanently in your chest, connecting your soul with the male of your every desire, but you receive no response, as if he had blocked you out.Â
You slide your cold feets into your slippers, and pick up the mug on the nightstand, bringing it with you on your quest to find the General. The house of the wind is silent, save from the fire soothingly dancing in the hearth. Your eyes scan the living room, then the kitchen⊠No sign of Cassian. You walk toward the sink, washing your mug and placing it down into the drying rack, all while thinking where your mate can possibly be at this time of the night.Â
Your eyes move to the front door, and you notice that there still was a thin layer of snow melting under the sole of his boots. He mustâve been training until late, which meansâŠ
Just as you start to make a connection of where your mate is most likely to be, the sound of water running from the bathroom confirms your theory. You tiptoe to the bathroom, trying to be sneaky, but Cassianâs gaze is already set on you when you walk in the bathroom. âSorry. I didnât mean to wake you up.â He says, turning his back to you.
The water is pouring down on him, soaking his hair, droplets of water sliding down the waves of his hair, following the uneven black lines tattooed on his shoulders, sliding all the way down his back, finishing their course by caressing his muscled ass⊠âI wasnât sleeping.â You admit, starting to undress, not minding at all that your mate can smell the shift in your scent.Â
Cassian shoulderâs tense slightly as you walk closer to the foggy glass door, naked. You raise a brow, halting your hand on the doorknob of the shower, about to question him but heâs quicker to speak. âY/N, donât come in here just because you pity me.â All hints of arousal leave your body at his words, your brain blurry from trying to understand where Cassian's insecurity comes from. Â
âAlright, then,â You say, stepping inside the shower, standing right behind the General's massive shoulders, hands on your hips. âMind telling me where such thoughts come from?â Your finger taps on the back of his head slightly, insisting that he turns around to face you, to face whatâs on his mind and open up to you.Â
Cassianâs shoulders drop, his wings so low that they brush the shower tiles on the floor. âCassie⊠My loveâŠâ You stroke the spot in between his wings in a comforting manner, and you feel his wards crumble, his emotions pouring through the bond.Â
Self-loathing, pain, lonelinessâŠÂ
His feelings make your own heart sting, and your face crumbles at how much pain your mate seems to suffer from. You lift his wing, and carefully slip underneath it to sneak between the wall and his face. He turns his face away from you, facing the wall. You canât tell if itâs tears, or water thatâs rolling down his cheeks. âI need you to be honest with me,â He sighs, as if trying to gather the strength to speak his next words. âDo youâŠâ His eyebrows knit, and your eyes glance to his fists, clenching, unclenching. He was nervous. âDo you find me annoying?â
âNo, Cass-â
âToo clingy maybe?â
You frown, and wrap your fingers around his wrist. âNo⊠My love-â
âThen why is it everytime I touch you, youâŠâ His eyes snap to yours, and you hold your breath at how bloodshot they look. From crying. âYouâŠâ His voice softens, and he has to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. âDo you like it when I touch you?â He asks in a whisper, his head tilting to the side. Pain was written all over his face.
âOh, CassianâŠâ You smile sadly, opening your arms to offer him a hug. He swings you into his arms, both of you now standing under the warm water. He buries his face in the crook of your neck. âI love it when you touch me. What made you think otherwise?â You comfort him, kissing the side of his head lovingly.Â
âIt almost looks like you avoid touching me. I just⊠I don't know. It made me wonder if perhaps I was the one being too touchy.â He confesses, still hiding his face in the safety of your neck.Â
âHey⊠look at me.â You move back to cup his cheek, forcing his eyes to meet yours. âIf I didn't like you touching me, I would've told you so. I promise,â You kiss the tip of his nose. âNow, if I made you feel like I was avoiding touching you, I'm sorry. It's justâŠâ You chuckle softly, shaking your head. âI'm just⊠I just like to express my love differently, I guess. Like, I usually express my love with little acts of services, or words of affirmationâŠâÂ
Cassian nods slowly, and scratches the back of his head, chuckling too. âOhâŠâÂ
There's a moment of silence where the both of you just stand naked in the shower, your hands caressing Cassianâs cheeks, the stubbles scratching your digits softly.Â
Cassianâs hands wrap delicately around your wrists, and he brings one of them to his lips, pampering the soft skin of it with kisses. âI'm so sorry I didn't notice all of this⊠I was too focused on my own love language. And since you weren't so⊠Gods, I'm such an idiotâŠâ
âYou're not an idiot,â You reassure him. âYou're allowed to be worried about things, Cass. I'm happy we talked about it.âÂ
His lips leave your wrist, and hover over your mouth, softly brushing against yours. He tucks a strand of wet hair behind your ear, and whispers against your lips. âYeah⊠I'm glad we talked about it tooâŠâ Then he kisses you, his lips feeling so light against yours. So was his heart, now that you've communicated.
Acotar Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe
Cassian Taglist: @ladybookstan @acotar-lover
#cassian acomaf#fiction#my fic#acosaf#fluff#angst#cassian fanfic#cassian x reader#cassian#cassian acosf#cassian acotar#cassian angst#acotar#acowar#acosf#acofas#acomaf#general cassian#lord of bloodshed#prince of bastards#cassian fic#x reader#acotar x reader#cassian fluff#love langauges#love language#physical touch#words of affirmation#x reader fic#CassianWeek2024
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When. when th- when the, when the touch starved, the touch starved then the ao3 and then they-
#ao3#archive of our own#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#fluff and angst#touch starved#ao3 meme#fanfic meme#ao3 shenanigans
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đ„37 with kate!!
# HOW DO I FEEL YOU ON ME WHEN YOU'RE NOT ON MY SKIN?
pairing: kate martin x reader
word count: 616
warnings: smut (MDNI), phone sex, mutual masturbation
prompt: "fuck, i love the sounds you make."
â from lani: kate being needy đ© ts is also very filthy so. be prepared for lots of...dialogue.
celly masterlist !
main masterlist !
"I NEED YOU," was all kate said after you answered her phone call. as soon as you heard those words come out of her mouth, you knew exactly what she wanted.
"you miss me that badly?" you tease, hand already toying with the hem of your pajama shorts.
"so badly, y/n, you don't even know," she sighs.
"want me to help you?"
"please."
"well, since you asked so nicely," you smile, even though she can't see you, "touch yourself for me, baby."
on the other side of the line, kate has slipped her hand underneath her sweatpants and boxers, lightly running two fingers through her already-wet folds.
"tell me how much you miss me, kate," you say slowly, reaching a hand up your own shirt to brush over your nipples.
"i miss you so fucking bad," she breathes out, "miss the way you kiss me, the way you fuck me. god, i'm so wet just thinking about you."
"yeah? you dripping already?" you hear her hum in confirmation, "want you to fuck yourself, baby, pretend your fingers are mine. you remember how i do it right?"
"mmm, tell me," she moans with her eyes closed, just wanting to hear you talk.
"slowly push your fingers in your tight cunt, okay? think you can do two for me?"
by now you're soaking wet, too, the thought of your hot girlfriend touching herself turning you on immensely.
"yes, fuck," kate sighs, "feels so good, wish it was you."
"i know, baby, i know," you agree, beginning to play with your clit under your underwear, "wanna speed up for me?"
she obliges, heavenly yet sinful moans leaving her pink lips as she begins to fuck herself faster. her hips buck up against her own fingers, desperately searching for release.
"you make me feel so good, kate, even over the phone," you groan as you also begin shamelessly fucking yourself with your fingers.
"yeah? you playing with that pretty pussy?"
"yes, shit-" you gasp as your fingers brush against your g-spot.
"good girl, let me hear you," her fingers work faster, ramming into her cunt.
the only sounds heard on the call are moans and the distant sounds of each of your pussies soaking your fingers.
"fuck, kate, i need you so bad," you whine.
"i'm almost there, baby, keep talking," she practically begs.
"want you to fuck me so hard when i get there, want you to make me feel so good, oh fuck-" your hips stutter against your fingers, chasing your incoming high.
you can't hold back your pornographic moans as you fuck up into your hand, picturing your girlfriend's instead of your own.
"fuck, i love the sounds you make," kate moans, "gonna make me come."
"yeah? gonna come all over your fingers?"
"yes, baby, shit-" she pants, "want you to come with me."
"i'm almost there."
"i'm gonna fuck you so hard when i see you, better than your fingers can."
"promise?"
"fuck yes," kate sighs, feeling the knot in her stomach tighten, "i'm gonna come- oh shit-"
as soon as you hear her say those words, you feel yourself release all over your hand and your underwear.
kate continues grinding as she hears you yelp at your climax, the buzz she feels throughout her bidy adding to the pleasure.
"shit, kate," you sigh with a smile.
"remind me - when do you fly in?" she asks lowly as she gets up to wash her hands and put her clothes back on.
"in two days."
"too damn long," she shakes her head.
"but it'll make seeing me that much better," you point out.
"you mean it'll make fucking you that much better?"
â leilani signing off ! đ
#leilanihours#laniwrites#lani's 1k celly !#kate martin#kate money martin#kate martin x reader#kate martin smut#kate martin fluff#kate martin angst#las vegas aces#lv aces#wnba#wbb#blurb#smut#wlw#lgbtq#music#ariana grande#touch it#dangerous woman
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Midas Touch [pt.2] | n romanoff
Part 1 | Part 2
Summary: How is Y/n supposed to process the events of the last 24 hours when life wants to continue as normal? Her head is a total mess but the two people she is closest to are the ones most responsible. In a room full of people, she is the most alone
Warnings: bad coping mechanisms, shitty husband, cheating, mentions of an injury
Pairings: James Barnes x wife!reader, maid!Natasha Romanoff x mistress!reader
wc: 5k
Note: hello :) I am back! This is nowhere near as good as I want it to be but I need to get back into writing so I pushed myself to write this :) I hope you enjoy and thank you for all the love on the first part of âMidas Touchâ
-â§-
If Y/n Barnes was a master of one thing, it was pushing her feelings so far down they didnât dare bob above the surface even just an inch. There was no tell-tale sign of what had happened the previous nightâŠ
⊠except for the dark bruise scattered nicely across her high cheekbone.
James didnât return home that night so Y/n woke up to an empty bed. It wasnât the first time, and certainly wouldnât be the last, but the vast expanse of the egyptian cotton bed sheets encased her body like a glove, and pulling herself out would be an impossible task.
Natasha knocked on the door at 10am, her uniform ironed to a crisp perfection. Flashes of last night blurred through her mind but she cleared her thoughts with a deep breath and pushed the heavy door open after a suitable and swift knock. She headed straight to the long curtains that concealed the balcony doors and tugged them open to allow a small strip of light to dance across the oak floors.
âGood morning, Mrs Barnes,â she spoke gently, watching her mistress smooth her hands over her mussed up hair. The same soft hair sheâd felt beneath her own fingertips in an entirely new way. âWe have plenty of time, but I would like to remind you that you have your Vanity Fair photoshoot today.â
Y/n groaned and shuffled up to prop her torso up against the thick pillows, the strap of her nightdress falling down her shoulder slightly. âDid we not reschedule that?â She asked, large eyes following Natasha like a hawk.
âIâm afraid not, maâam,â Natasha replied with a grimace. Y/n rolled her eyes, again, and blindly gestured for Natasha to bring her robe over. Whilst the spring days were getting warmer, mornings still carried a cooler breeze that felt rather harsh if you were dressed in nothing but a silk slip. âI can still call ahead and see-â
âThereâs no need. Itâs just a photoshoot, not the end of the world.â Y/nâs bleary eyes were still half closed as Natasha approached, rather hesitantly, with the feathered robe draped over one arm. She reprimanded herself to stay professional but as their eyes met, she couldnât help but see the helpless expression that she saw in them only hours before, the same one she fell for without considering the repercussions. Natasha was sure Y/n could hear how loudly her heart was beating behind her blouse and she waited for a remark or look that would truly test her to the limit, yet nothing came.
Y/n accepted the robe with a tight lipped smile and moved into the bathroom without another word. Natasha couldnât help but linger on the blue bruise in contrast with her pale skin, but she knew not to mention it. It was just another elephant in the room, which was turning into quite the zoo now.
Photoshoot preparation was fairly minimal as hair and makeup would be taken care of on set, so Natasha just focussed on preparing breakfast and briefing Y/n on everything she needed to know.
â- and I think thatâs everything,â Natasha said, placing her pen down on the table. âOh, um, well, there is one more thing, butâŠâ
âSpit it out, Natasha, we really donât have all day.â Y/n peered over the top of her large framed sunglasses with a raised brow, watching as the redhead cowered slightly under her gaze. âWhat is it?â
Natasha swallowed and started to fiddle with her nails under the table. Why was this so hard? âItâs just your⊠cheek, maâam. Would you rather we covered it up here to avoid any suspicions, or we could create a cover story? Perhaps you were hit with a tennis ball-â
Y/n held up her index finger, effectively cutting Natasha off mid ramble. The stress was evident in her tone and it was slightly irritating to the young woman who had managed to distance herself from everything rather quickly. Sure, the ache on one side of her face was still there and served as a harsh reminder of what her life was, but she had a part to play, and nothing, not even Natasha, would get in the way of that.
âI donât care,â Y/n stated bluntly, pushing her sunglasses up into her freshly washed hair. âYou can do both, cover it up and make up a story.â Her tone was blasĂ© and Natasha frowned, unsure of how to handle her next words. âItâs not a big deal, so please donât turn it into one. And James cannot know that you know, okay, or he will fire you if he finds out.â
Her words were like a kick to the stomach and Natasha nodded swiftly before busying herself with collecting the breakfast tray. Despite being the one to end their kiss last night and cement to Y/n that it was wrong, there was still a part of her that clung on to their relationship being forever changed for the better and she yearned for that feeling theyâd shared only hours previous. But Y/n cooler demeanour squashed all hope and she even wondered if it all had been a dream. If it wasnât for the bruise, maybe she would have been convinced.
Natasha didnât utter another word about it, instead immersing herself into preparations. Y/n was typing away on her phone on the drive over, so Natasha stole thirty minutes to continue with her book. But the words on the pages were simply just that, she couldnât focus on more than a paragraph. She was hyper aware of the heeled foot bobbing out the corner of her eye where Y/n had one leg crossed over the other as she scrolled through her phone, and how if they were only a few inches closer it would be brushing against her calf. But Natasha shook her thoughts away as they pulled up to the studio and fetched the bags as Y/nâs publicist greeted them at the door.
Natasha was directed to the dressing room, the kind of place she was familiar with, and she laid out her things before hovering by the door. Her role during photoshoots was minimal, and quite frankly she didnât need to be there, but Y/n always requested her presence as a sense of comfort and familiarity. Things got overwhelming quickly on set.
âOh thank god, I thought youâd got lost,â Y/n breathed as she spotted Natasha by the soft couch, hands clasped over her lap. âI have a favour to ask.â
âOkay, what is it?â
Y/n peeked down the hallway before quickly closing the door, allowing them a moment of privacy before the chaos ensued. âWill you stay with me all day?â Her voice was quiet, like she was afraid to admit it. Natashaâs eyes softened and she nodded. âItâs just- Iâve never felt as safe with someone as I do with you, and after yesterday I-â
âItâs okay, Iâll be right here, and Iâll hover on set so Iâm never far away. And Iâve already sent the message around so no one will ask about your cheek.â Y/n smiled gratefully, counting her blessings for how lucky she was to have Natasha in her life. She went above and beyond her duties and had the kindest heart, one that captured Y/n more than she cared to admit.
Their sweet moment was cut short as a knock on the door sounded, promptly followed by the entry of the glam team. Y/n was swooped away into hair and makeup, a simple yet versatile look that could be adapted to fit each outfit. Natasha watched like a hawk, scanning Y/nâs body language for any signs of discomfort. But her mistress was also a professional when it came to performing in public, so no outsider would ever know what was bubbling beneath the surface. She chatted and laughed with her stylists just like any other day, complimenting the soft waves in her hair and the shade of blush used on her cheeks.
The shoot itself harnessed the light and airy feel of summer, utilising bright colours and soft prints that complimented Y/nâs complexion perfectly. Sheâd worked with the photographer a few times before, with James too, so they worked naturally together, her features enhanced by his skill and her ease in which she posed.
The camera adored her. Which wasnât surprising, Y/n really was gorgeous. Each outfit fitted her body like a glove and she gazed down the lens with such a sultry look that Natasha shifted in her seat a few times. She watched, mesmerised - this part of her job never got old.
Natasha had come crashing down overnight, the one small taste of her mistress that sheâd managed to get had got her addicted and the way the redhead looked at her was far from professional, no matter how hard she tried.
And life wasnât helping her case either. Not when Y/n came strutting out in her final outfit, a light blue silk dress with a dangerously low back and swooping neckline. She locked eyes with Natasha and winked as the make up artist added a final coat of lipstick before stepping back to allow the set to be empty. Y/n turned at an angle to the camera and looked back over her shoulder, eyes gazing off away from the lens⊠and straight to Natasha. Her soft eyeliner brought out the colours in her eyes in the most gorgeous way and they seemed to sparkle in the studio lights as she turned and posed, all whilst looking directly at her maid.
Anyone looking at the meek redhead in the corner would just see a maid on duty. No one would be able to see the way her eyes followed where Y/nâs hands went, knowing sheâd held them in hers only hours before. Nor would they see how she stared at her slightly parted lips whilst remembering the way they felt on her own. How gentle and delicate they felt, a wild contrast to her captivating and consuming presence that made everyone on set stop and stare. Y/n had finally trusted someone to see her vulnerable and Natasha treasured it like a precious stone, keeping it near and dear to her heart.
The day wrapped after a few hours and Y/n changed straight into a bikini before heading down to the pool, her hair loose and still curled from the shoot. The water was always her preferred way of unwinding and Natasha gave her some space to be alone for a while, something that rarely happened in her hectic life.
The house was peaceful as the afternoon sun warmed the patio where Y/n resided, her legs dangling into the crystal pool water below. Her large sunglasses stopped the glare from blinding her and she moved her feet slowly, following the ripples that she created. There was nothing to be heard but the birds in the trees and the occasional clink of crockery as the chefs prepared a light dinner. Natasha stayed back, her chair placed in the shade to save her delicately pale skin from the harsh sun rays. She didnât tan like Y/n did, and looking like a lobster was not on her to do list for the week.
But her seat still gave her an amazing view and as Y/n stood up to refill her glass, Natasha took the time to admire her toned body and how it glistened from the tanning oil. Every piece of exposed skin looked smooth and she knew it would feel just as soft under her fingertips.
Her attentive ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps across the marble floors and Natasha sat up a little straighter as James appeared in the doorway. He was focused on the woman by the pool, her damp hair sticking to her exposed back as it dried in the heat. With four strides he was at the pool edge, saying something that made Y/n climb to her feet.
Natasha was used to their PDA, but this one felt wrong to watch. The second their lips touched, she brought her book closer, trying to distract herself. But the more she thought about it, the more she couldnât keep looking away. She saw how Jamesâ hand instantly found the curve of Y/nâs lower back and pressed her body into him as he held the back of her head to kiss her. Natasha saw Y/n almost melted into his touch and she cursed how natural they looked. Was everything okay with them? Had Y/n really pushed her pain that far down that she could forgive her husband in two seconds? Or was this all just an act that the couple had perfected over time because this had been happening a lot longer than Natasha knew. She dreaded to consider the latter but the sinking feeling in her stomach wouldnât let it go.
At the poolside, Y/n finally pulled away from James, her lips slightly numb. âWhere were you?â she muttered quietly, not fully looking him in the eye as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.
âWork, doll, you know how hectic it gets sometimes.â There was something off about him, but Y/n was too exhausted to pry so she let her eyes fall to the exposed chain resting on his chest thanks to the buttons undone on his shirt. âHave you been good today?â
âHad a photoshoot,â Y/n replied, and James tensed, gripping her waist firmer as he waited for her next words. âThe one for Vanity Fairâs cover next month.â
James grunted in response and dragged his hand up his wifeâs body, raking in her figure in her small black bikini. Natasha watched over the top of her book, perplexed. No one could see how uncomfortable Y/n was as Jamesâ hand gripped the back of her neck and guided her inside, her facade was good, but she prayed it would be obvious as they passed the redhead who could only pretend she didnât see them. Y/n desperately tried to make eye contact with her maid but Natasha ignored her, sending a shudder down her spine as Jamesâ grip hardened.
âWhy are you so quiet today? Cat got your tongue?â James asked once the bedroom door was closed and the couple were finally alone. Y/n lingered by the bed as he discarded his button down shirt in exchange for a lighter and more simple one. âI asked you a question, Y/n.â
âIâm just tired from the shoot,â she replied, eyes flitting over his muscular back. âAnd the constant dodging of questions.â Y/n saw the way he froze, still with his back turned, and the confidence that had blossomed in her chest for a moment was snuffed out.
âExcuse me?â
Her chest heaved as her breathing sped up but she stood her ground, using the mattress behind her knees for support. âItâs hard to lie through my teeth when people are asking about the bruise on my face and I canât tell them it was my husband. Photoshop is really going to save you-â
âWhat did you tell them?â James demanded as he stormed over, towering over her as he gripped her upper arm. âDid you dare?â
âI told them it was a tennis ball.â Relief flooded Jamesâ face and he let her go, creating space between them. Y/n saw the way he looked at her cheek that was still covered with makeup. âDidnât want to risk getting another one if you found out Iâd told the truth.â The words were out before she could stop them and Y/n braced herself for the impact, expecting the inevitable.
But it didnât come.
A hand touched her cheek, making her flinch, before it slid down to her waist and James knelt before her, his head resting on her bare stomach. His sudden change was unnerving and Y/n didnât know what to do. He was leaning against her like a child, apologising and mumbling like a madman, and part of her wanted to push him away, but it would be a step too far. She just stood and listened to his apologies, once again blaming his work for making him aggressive and swearing that heâd never lay a hand on her again.
Part of her believed him, the naive part, but as she screwed her eyes shut, all she saw was Natasha. How gentle her touch was, something James could never do. He was always rough, no matter what, his hands calloused from years of fighting. The way Natashaâs palm felt against her burning cheeks would never be matched by anyone else and no matter how hard Y/n tried to imagine that the hands that were running across her back now belonged to her maid, she knew what Natashaâs touch was like and she couldnât pretend anymore.
The moment the kisses started across her lower stomach, Y/n pushed Jamesâ head away and sat down on the soft duvet, taking his hand in hers.
âItâs okay, I forgive you.â
Lies.
But for the sake of her life and safety, it was all she could say.
James was no knight in shining armour, despite his skillset. No, her true saviour knocked on the door in that moment, knocking the air out of her lungs as she breathed a sigh of relief. Natasha knew not to enter unless ordered, so Y/n scurried to the door and visibly softened at the sight of the redhead whoâs cheeks were slightly flushed.
Right, Y/n was still in her bikini.
âIâm just here to say that dinner is ready and on the patio when you both are available,â she announced, smiling politely at James who had joined his wife at the door, his hand sliding around her waist possessively. âChef prepared those oysters you requested, Mr Barnes.â
âThank you, Natasha, Y/n and I will be right there.â The redhead didnât linger, instead disappearing back down the stairs in a hurry.
âIâm just going to get changed, Iâll meet you down there,â Y/n said, wriggling out of his hold as soon as she could. âDonât wait for me.â
âDonât be too long, doll. Iâve missed you.â
He certainly had an odd way of showing that, considering he had disappeared for over twelve hours with not a word. But, once again, Y/n pushed that out of her mind and slipped on a simple white cover-up that was modest enough for dinner and padded downstairs to the patio where James had already tucked into his food. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss, more of a display to the staff around them than anything else.
Seafood was never Y/nâs preference, so once she was sat across the table, her fork picked at parts of the salad, occasionally stomaching an oyster that James pushed her way. He glanced at her plate with a frown
âAre you on a new diet?â
Y/n almost dropped her fork and quickly fumbled to catch it before it clattered to the floor. âNo,â she replied, mortified. âShould I be?â
James just shrugged, leaning back in his chair as he took a swig of his drink. His tanned chest was exposed and he revelled in the feeling of the sun on his skin, something he missed working in an office all day.
âThatâs not up to me. I just want you to look good.â His vague response left a sour taste in Y/n mouth and she shifted in her seat uncomfortably, subtly adjusting the way the cover-up sat around her stomach.
âThen why did you ask?â Her mind cast back to the earlier photoshoot and the tight fitting clothes sheâd squeezed into per the stylistâs request. Did they all think she needed to be on a diet too?
âYouâre so sensitive,â James replied, wiping his mouth on a napkin. âIt was just a question, just eat your food, doll. Or donât, I donât care.â Y/n looked down at her dish and pushed a cherry tomato around before eventually dropping her fork to the side with a clink. Despite how fresh her salad tasted, Jamesâ words sank to her stomach like a stone and she felt disgusted at the thought. âWhat are you doing on Friday night?â
âI donât think Iâve got anything planned, but Iâll need to check with Natasha-â
âYouâre coming to the charity ball with me.â It wasnât a request, it was a demand, and Y/n just nodded. âRogers said itâs non-negotiable and you know how much I love having you on my arm. Rumlow will be there too, which is a bonus.â Y/nâs stomach lurched at the thought of seeing that man again. He was far too handsy for her liking and had zero respect for women, especially her. âItâll give me another chance to show you off and put that asshole in his place.â
âJames, you know I donât feel comfortable around him-â
âI know, doll. But youâve got me to protect you,â he countered, subtly flexing his arm that was placed behind his head.
But his words didnât fill her with much hope. She hated feeling so helpless, but being surrounded by the men that James was associated with through work was like being surrounded by bears in a forest. How could she rely on her husband to keep her safe when he was now part of the reason why her hands shook? His slap had knocked her confidence away just like it did her breath, and the determination and independence sheâd felt a few days ago was now nowhere to be seen. And she hated it.
âMay I be excused?â Y/n asked, already feeling restless in her seat. James nodded and muttered something about a call, but she was already out of earshot by the time heâd finished.
Her legs didn't carry her up to her room like she expected. Instead, she found herself down the least familiar hallway, stopping outside a door sheâd only knocked on once before.
A faint rustling was heard before the door flew open and Natashaâs face morphed from surprise to confusion at the sight of her mistress in the staff quarters.
âCan I come in? Please?â Neither Y/n or James ever ventured into the staff quarters, nevermind the rooms, but Natasha stepped aside and allowed her to enter, excusing how bare her room was.
âIs everything okay? You could have called for me.â
Y/n shook her head as she admired the neatness of Natashaâs living quarters. Her surfaces were dust free and bed made to perfection. âI don't know, I just wanted to get away from everything. And youâre the only person I could think of.â
Natasha frowned, her brows creasing as she watched her mistress peering out of the window at the gardens below. Y/n sensed her close presence and turned to face her, scanning her face and more importantly her eyes. A gentle hand raised to smooth the lines between the redheadâs brows upon instinct before Natasha stepped away, effectively placing a blockage between them.
âWe should go somewhere else, Y/n, you shouldnât be here.â It all felt wrong yet right and Natasha was so conscious of someone walking in on them. âCome, we can sit on the balcony.â
Y/n shook her head desperately. âNo, James is out there on a call and I canât face him right now. I donât want to feel like Iâm being watched anymore but thereâs nowhere else I can go except to you and I shouldnât, but you donât understand, I canât-â
âY/n, breathe, itâs okay, I wonât make you go anywhere. What happened?â
âItâs pathetic,â she replied, adjusting the neckline of her coverup. âIâm just being ridiculous and sensitive, just like he said.â
âJames?â Natasha probed, wishing she had been out on the patio to hear the conversation that had clearly shaken her mistress. âWhat did he say?â
âHe just said something about a diet and I overreacted and asked if I should be on one and he got mad and I donât know what the fuck is going on with me.â
âHe said you should be on a diet?â Natasha repeated in disbelief. That was another score for the James Barnes hate chart, and if he didnât pay her wages sheâd have acted on her impulses a long time ago. They never quite saw eye to eye.
Y/n winced, feeling guilty for making the situation seem worse. A messy mind led to messy conversations and she just wanted to stop. âNo, he-â
âSo he said he doesnât want you on one?â
âWell, not exactly, but that's all I can think about now. He wants me to look good, Iâm his wife for godâs sake, I have to.â Her voice cracked and Y/n turned away from Natasha, moving back towards the door as doubt began to set in. âBut what if Iâm not enough, or perfect enough for him anymore? â
Natasha had to fight to stop herself from speaking the words on her mind and she bit her lip. âNo, Y/n, you are beautiful just the way you are. You donât need a diet or anything like that,â she spoke softly. The other woman didnât look convinced, so Natasha carefully stood up and opened her closet door to reveal a small mirror about Ÿ of a full length. âHere, let me show you something.â
âNatasha, I canât-â
âY/n, pleaseâŠâ she trailed off, holding out her hand patiently. She wasnât about to force her to do anything, Natasha could see the cogs whirring in her busy mind and knew what she was fighting. Half of her wanted to go and find James and kick him in the balls, just like she wanted to last night, but she was here for Y/n. Not him.
âI shouldnât even be here, this was stupid-â
âNo,â Natasha interrupted, stopping Y/n in her tracks. âWhatâs stupid is James making you feel as worthless as you do. Why do you listen to him?â Y/n avoided her gaze, choosing instead to twist her wedding ring around her finger, it suddenly feeling heavier than usual. âDo you not see how beautiful you are? How you give your heart out to anyone who needs it without caring what state it is in when you get it back? Do you not see that you are so much more than just his wife?â Natashaâs words were true, but they fell upon deaf ears and Y/n shook her head, reaching for the doorknob whilst trying to hide her trembling hands.
âIâm sorryâŠâ she mumbled, not giving Natasha a chance to stop her before slipping back out into the hallway where she came from.
Natasha watched the door close dejectedly, her heart sinking. âDo you not see how much I love you?â
Y/n sped down the hallway with glassy eyes, her head more clouded than ever. She had so many questions, but who was she to ask when the two closest to her were the ones completely messing with her head, tugging it in opposite directions until the rope threatened to snap. She barely registered travelling back upstairs until she reached the bedroom door and threw it open without a care. Jamesâ head turned at the noise and he spoke down the phone before hanging up and followed Y/n into her dressing room.
Y/n was completely lost with her thoughts when she felt his hands on her and barely reacted to his touch. His lips trailed up her neck to her ear and she tilted her head back purely on instinct. She felt too numb for this, but let him continue because she was his wife and that was her job. Nothing sparked her brain when he pulled her coverup off or when he picked her up and placed her on the dresser in the middle of the room. It was all muscle memory and he was too focused to notice her lack of enthusiasm.
How could so much change in twenty four hours? She lived an amazing life, incredibly privileged, so why wasnât she happy? Couples fight all the time, her husband was an aggressive man, but a single slap didnât mean much in the grand scheme of things. Sheâd get over it and maybe James would go back to being the loving husband he was before.
But even now, as his calloused hands pulled off her bikini top and pressed his lips to her soft skin, she doubted that her life would ever go back to the way it was. Not now that she had Natasha.
Yet that was nothing more than a fruitless desire. Because, despite her comebacks and displays of confidence towards her husband, he was more powerful than she would ever be and had the ability to ruin her life if she went against his wishes.
Was it worth it? Y/n really wasnât sure. She would never be certain.
#natasha romanoff#marvel#fanfic#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff angst#natasha romanoff oneshot#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x female reader#james barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#midas touch
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ROTTEN TO THE TOUCH â M. LIST
pairing: luke castellan x fem! reader
synopsis: you are rotten. a heathen to all mankind. luke castellan is, too. itâs unfortunate that you canât help but want him. itâs unfortunate the world will suffer for it. one touch, and the worst spawns of godhood have cursed the future forever. but for now, you get to make out with each other, so who cares?
warnings: hot awful people being hot awful people, spice/nsfw mentions, language, dark topics, cwâs on each chapter. you get it. theyâre bad people and itâs fun for a while!!
all related musings/thoughts/asks about the series can be found under the tag rotten to the touch !
i. rotten to the touch | youâre pretty sure youâre an awful person. youâre pretty sure luke is too. and youâre pretty sure you want to make out with him.
ii. bitter to the taste | a sharp blade, a black eye, and (more than) two kisses.
#perrieâs fics#perrie's page#rotten to the touch#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#pjo#pjo fic#pjo fanfic#pjo luke#luke castellan fic#luke castellan smut#luke castellan imagine#masterlist#luke castellan fluff#luke castellan angst
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OOOO OGMVOVM SO IDEA:
YANDERE CLASS 1-A IS LIKE SO OBSESSED WITH READER BUT SHE HATES THEM ALL AND AVOIDS THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY DO ABT THIS?
You hated them... you hated them all they were just too overbearing! The flirting thr kissing the unwanted touching everything and whenever you told them to fuck off they'll just coo and baby you saying "thats very mean! Darling! "
They kept always crowded around you it's no surprise there Iida always insisted on study dates every chance you could get your mom would always pressure you to join her private tea party and insist it would be just the two of us the way she said it creeper you out so you would always make excuses or just awkwardly walk away leaving her confused and a bit pissed. Denki is always on your ass whether it be teasing or playing around he kept clinging to you like some puppy it was Cringe honestly...
Izuku yapping about heroes even if you weren't listening, Kirishima and Shoji trying to show off by flexing their muscles, Mina or Hakagure always gripping your arm too tight or hugging you until you couldn't breathe and you had to hit them harshly on the back and they dared to complain about it Aoyama guy always trying to stuff your face with cheese even tho the smell of cheese makes you nauseous, ochako was ok untill she started making me go bake with her and suprise suprise! Momo joins her and it always turn into some competition about anything which takes the fun out of baking
You couldn't even talk to your other friend in PEACE shinsou was your go-to friend ever since your classmates started being overbearing you would rant for hours about them and he'd listen heck he let you chill in his dorms for a while or longer you couldn't be asked for a better friend, but back to the story you were just peacefully talking to shiso at lunch until bakugo and his petty little gang came over there everyone smiling at me expect bakugo ofc just glaring at me like I did something wrong, "is.. there a problem?"
"You damn right it's a problem! Your sitting with hyno shit over there!" He said pointing at Shinso "Bakubro that's not very manly!" He said in a stern tone but you had a feeling he wasn't scolding him, "what everyone's trying to say come sit with us y/n you don't have to be alone!" Mina said in a fake sickly sweet voice I swore I saw her eye twitch a bit but you didn't back down easily "im not alone tho I got shinso and I'm fine where I'm at you can eat your lunch and have fun without me" the squad got silence and awkwardly walked away but sending one final glare at shiso
Another time when you were talking with Kendo and Monoma at 2nd you kinda disliked Monoma or thought he was some crazy lunatic just because he kept ripping on your classmates but the 2 of you weirdly got along mostly because of your distasteful experience with your classmates, if the two of you weren't ranting about how your classmates were, the two of you would talk about hero stuff (mostly monoma bragging about being the best hero) or just talking about your interests and laughing at Monoma's antics and chaoticness
Kendo on the other hand made you feel like you had a friend she knows how overbearing and overwhelming your classmates get, so she would try to pull you away as best as she could despite the glares, snarls, and scowls she swore she heard from them she still wanted to help you one day you were dragged by hakagure and Mina to go to their room to play games but Kendo quickly grabbed the back of your shirt with paint hands to pulled you away "sorry gotta borrow them for a sec!" And quickly ran off
"Thx kendo I was about to snap at them and cause a scene" She smiled at you "No problem! I felt you were uncomfortable and had to do something ugh those classmates never leave you alone huh?" You chuckled your so grateful to have a friend like Kendo "anyways let's hurry and go to this "awesome" place monoma keep spamming my phone about" you playfully rolled you eyes and walked with Kendo
Meanwhile your classmates glared at the window Cleary pissed off it "seems like those pest need a lesson.." izuku said voice laced with vemon
#yandere bnha#yandere ua#tw yandere#yandere x reader#tw obsessive behavior#yandere class 1a#yandere mha#bnha fluff#bnha angst#tw unhealthy obsession#tw unconusenal touch#tw gaslighting#overbearing#toxic behaviors#itsuka kendou#monoma neito
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A BRADLEY âROOSTERâ BRADSHAW X READER SERIES
a/n - yes, this was sparked by hall & oates because i love them, but i also desperately love rooster. this masterlist will constantly be changing as i get a better grip on how long the story will become and if i want to do a prequel/sequel.
- Itâs been twenty years since you last saw Bradley Bradshaw, and, suddenly, you realize heâs finally grown up. (Bradley Bradshaw x fem!reader; â ïž adult themes, preferably be 18+ to read although there may not be actual 18+ writing, slow-ish burn)
1. Out of Touch - you lost contact with the boy next door, and you believe your life is better for it.
2. Out of Time - youâre smacked in the face with a hint of the past and a group of aviators that canât seem to leave you alone.
3. Manic Moves & Drowsy Dreams - after discovering something that forces all of your relationshipâs problems to the surface, you seek solace in your only potential friend in san diego.
4. Waking Up to Fantasy - you wake up unexpectedly in bradleyâs bed and take a day to avoid real life and relax before the storm starts once again.
5. Shake It Up - upcoming
[ongoing series]
Taglist: comment/send an ask to be tagged <3
#out of touch ; bradley bradshaw đ€#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x you#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw fluff#bradley bradshaw fic#bradley bradshaw fanfiction#top gun#top gun fluff#top gun maverick#top gun maverick x reader#rooster x reader#rooster bradshaw#top gun angst#top gun headcanons#top gun x reader#top gun fandom#top gun imagine#top gun fanfiction#top gun movie#top gun rooster
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Iwaizumi finds himself looking at you, puzzled at the way you shy away from his touch. He doesnât quite get it. But he doesnât want to push. Hajime does what he knows how to do best; talks it out. Or he tries really hard to. Ever since heâs been more comfortable around you, his arms often swing behind your shoulders and his hands usually are intertwined with yours but he hasnât stopped to notice that you donât openly accept his touches.
âHoney, stop.â His tone far from harsh but it still manages to stop you dead in your tracks. You turn to see him, finding your lover standing a couple feet away from you, his arms unoccupied, flinching with the itch for wanting to hold you.
âHi? Is something wrong?â Regardless of how it may seem, Hajime is not good with his words. He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times only for hopeless croaks to escape his throat. He looks, sad. So, so sad. His arms are being brought up, holding out as if he is collecting a reward, well in this case the reward would be to hold you longer.
âCan you come here, please?â Oddly enough you donât protest, you donât try to question him. Instead you step towards him as if someone has possessed you, Hajime looks relieved, he doesnât have to fight for it. Even though, we all know that he would. âCan you, can I â can you let me hold you, please?â Oh. Yeah. You think. It still doesnât occur to you that Hajime caught onto the way you shorten every hug, halt every kiss before it gets too deep, shake your hand away from his grasp. Physical touch makes you feel queasy, and it is oh so unpleasant. The direct linkage of physical touch to sex makes you uncomfortable, feeling like each touch has to be accompanied by sexual intimacy. Why does it have to be like that?
Once the distance between you decreases he quickly pulls you close, wraps his arms around your torso tightly. Afraid of losing you.
âD-donât pull away just yet, okay?â You stay, without saying a word. Hajime doesnât say much either, it doesnât take long for your breathing to sync with one another. It was peaceful, tranquil. His hand instinctively travels lower towards your waist, and just like clockwork, you pull away, resisting the strength of his arms. You should have known by now that Hajime can rage storms with his eyes but shut them down just as fast with the way his arms bring so much peace.
âWhy?â He asks. This isnât a normal look for Hajime, he looks like he is on the brink of tears. And you feel yours begin to pour. He doesnât deserve this. You donât get to treat him like this. Poor boy just wants to show you what genuine touch feels like and you refuse to give him a chance. âWhy canât I touch you? Why canât I hold you?â He feels so bad. Hajime tries to rethink about all the things he might have done that led you to feeling unbearable being held by him.
Resolve crumbling at your feet. Physical touch is his way of expressing his love, itâs always something that has always bring him comfort, stability, it has grounded him in many situations. He wants to feel close to you, but he has never felt so far away. It feels like a part of himself is always missing, hiding within you. This is cruel. This is isolating.
Without saying much you crouch to reach him, arms wrapping his shoulders, snuggling your head in his neck, situating in its rightful place. You two donât share much words in this moment, not much is needed to be said anyway. The way heâs breaking down, longing so badly for the touch of his beloved, so much it hurts. The way his neurons fire, sending chills down his back and the way his skin heats up at the moment you make contact. You hold him and you donât let go. You stay until you both are spent from the tears you shed. âIâll hold you like this forever if I could, Haji, Iâm sorry.â You believe that you finally get it now. Physical touch doesnât have to feel evil, it can feel just like this. His hands find your torso again, timid, but heâs willing to try. he sighs into your touch, so relieved to be reconnected with the part of himself he once relinquished to you.
#as someone who has a lot of trouble giving into physical touch#even tho Iâm touch starved#this one is for the girlies that feel the same way as me#haikyu fluff#haikyuu fluff#iwaizumi scenarios#haikyuu iwaizumi#iwaizumi x you#iwaizumi x reader#hq shorts#iwaizumi fluff#Iwaizumi Hajime#haikyuu x reader#haikyu x reader#â 5 LL series â#iwaizumi hajime x you#iwaizumi headcanons#haikyu angst#angst to fluff kinda
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'They would not fucking say that' but it's 'they would not be this accepting of their own queerness, at least not just yet'
#give them some time#I know a lot of people don't like it but I think stories/ff where characters deal with and overcome their internalized queerphobia#are sooo much more interesting to read than happy relationship tooth rotting fluff no conflict no angst no flawed characters#let's be real there are a lot of characters that realistically would be at least kind of weird about queer people#not necessarily bigoted but just uninformed and stereotypic#(especially when they themselves are the queer people in question)#in my opinion it's really interesting when writers explore (or at least touch on) that rather than just pretend queerphobia doesn't exist
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CÔαɟαÆÆҜɟÎčÊÆÎčÆÊ OÏ A TÏÏ
ÆÔ SÆαɟÊÒœÔ CÔαɟαÆÆҜɟ
Character A getting dopamine from the slightest brush of hands
Character B who knows A is touched starved and always hugging/holding hands/patting them
Character A is too shy to admit they really like being held so they make up excuses (ex. They broke their leg, twisted ankle, feel sick etcâŠ)
Instantly pulling away from a person who touches them instinctively
Pretending they hate being touched but absolutely melting at another personâs touch
Asking for help in something physical that requires touching another person
Blushing when Character B confronts them for always wanting to be touched
Character A and B are in very close proximity but not touching. Character A is already feeling stimulated from the close distance
Rubbing or touching the area they were last touched and reminiscing in the memory
Trying to control themselves from panicking after holding someone elseâs hand
Getting overwhelmed when more than one person are touching them
Freezing up all the time when touched
Slowly inching closer to another character every few minutes
Purposely being clumsy just so they can get caught or picked up
Borrowing clothes from Character B in order to feel like they are closer to them
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MASTERLIST
#touch starved#imagine your otp#writing prompt#fluff prompt#cute prompts#pining prompts#angst prompt#soft prompts
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"Oi, don't wait up for me, yeah?" Charles informs Edwin, "I'll be in Crystal's room all night."
"Charles! I'm surprised at you," Edwin exclaims, looking flustered.
"It's not like that, mate--she's been having nightmares about David and I've agreed to keep her company. Said she feels safer with a friend looking after her, y'know?" He shifts from one leg to the other, one hand rubbing his other arm, absent-mindedly. "It's not a big deal, alright? Just didn't want you wondering after me." He shrugs non-chalantly and gives his partner a gentle clap on the shoulder before re-entering Crystal's room.
She's already changed into her sleep clothes and curled up under the covers. Crystal meets Charles' eyes and pats the bed beside her. With a small smile, he approaches and sits on the side of the bed, leaning on one hand and looking down on her.
"Would you like to talk before bed, or should I leave you to it?"
Seeing him only sit on the edge, she takes his hand and guides him to lay down next to her. "C'mere. Just lay with me, okay? If you don't mind. . .?"
His eyebrows raise and a twinkle of excitement crosses his eyes that he fails to suppress.
Crystal rolls her eyes at him and he chuckles. She pulls his arm over her side and holds onto him as best she can, letting out a long sigh. Charles feels a fluttering sensation in his chest, like a memory of a quickening heartbeat.
"Thanks for doing this. I'm sure it'll be less interesting than however you usually spend your nights, and I'm not much company to you when I'm asleep."
He grins, fingers attempting to brush lightly along her back. "I wouldn't say that."
She looks him up and down. "Oh, geez, you're not gonna' like, stare at me all night are you?"
"Well, I don't sleep, but I could try closing my eyes and laying here with you. Seems restful, anyway, doesn't it?" Her brow furrows, and he mirrors her expression, sobering up. "I'm not sure, uh, what your plan was?"
". . .I guess I'm not sure, either. I just didn't want to be alone in this big, empty room tonight."
"You could invite Niko across the hall for a sleepover," he teases, tempting her to explain why she chose him.
She recognizes this immediately and narrows her eyes playfully, pursing her lips, and refusing to take the bait. "You've got a cricket bat handy if any other ghosts or demons decide to pop up overnight. Niko would probably just talk their ear off and try to set them up with each other."
He chuckles. "Tough to argue with that."
. . .
After a while, Crystal's breathing slows, her chest rising and falling in smaller increments. Charles does observe this for a moment, before realizing he's doing exactly what she told him not to do. He shifts so he is staring up at the ceiling.
He can't feel Crystal's breath and warmth beside him. Without looking at her, he could forget she's there. He could just be laying alone in this bed for no reason.
He turns onto his side again, facing her and snuggling as close as he can without phasing into her. He has to focus to keep his form solid enough for her arm to rest on.
He closes his eyes and replicates breathing, concentrating on being present, and trying to remember old sensations. How would this moment feel, if he still had his body?
A cold chill runs down his core and he tries to focus on the memory of body contact sharing warmth.
While Crystal has one of the best nights of sleep she's had in weeks, Charles struggles to remember how it felt to be alive.
#text post#fanfiction#fanfic#first fanfic i've written in like a decade?#i haven't really written fanfiction much at all tbh#this fandom's doing it to me though#and if i have to be the only person creating cryland content so be it this is my white whale#cryland#crystal palace#charles rowland#crystal x charles#charles x crystal#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#fluff#angst#ghost romance#ghost mechanics#ghost logistics#touch starved#charles rowland pov#one shot#oneshot#ficlet#short story#what do people tag fics as these days#drabble
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"Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was.â Alternatively, Billy feeds a stray and ends up with a roommate.
WC: 1215
Serendipity (n): the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.
Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was. Granted, the train car wasn't in the most hidden place ever, but he had made sure to ward it against most creatures. The ward would have made one unable to see the train, and if they somehow saw it anyways, they would have been turned around. He usually was pinged if anything passed his wards, which was why he was so blindsided to see something moving around in his train car. It seemed that this one had slipped through his protections.Â
The creature was strange and almost hard to look at directly. Its blinding white hair moved independent from the wind and twined around its long, pointed, mint colored ears. It was also small, small enough that Billy thought it could comfortably fit into his cupped hands, and wearing some sort of skin tight suit, black with a stripe of silver along its torso. Or what appeared to be its torso, Billy couldn't really tell when its lower body faded into a long tail.
From his perspective, it seemed to be rummaging through where he usually hides his food, showing slivers of its white paws. Did it pass through the barriers he set because it was hungry?Â
Billy approached the creature quietly, making sure not to get too close, he wouldn't want to startle it. His efforts were in vain though as the creature snapped its head towards him. It's glowing eyes like headlights, as if staring into Billyâs soul. The green in its eyes swirling hypnotically as the creature bristled at his presence.Â
Billy watched, amused but vigilant, as the creature puffed up like a cat. Even going so far as to swat a couple times in his direction. So far, it was quite harmless, but the buzzing in the back of his head that he usually equated to Solomon told him to be careful.
Billy slowly dropped to his knees, mindful of the creature's reaction, and shifted his bag to his front. He shuffled through his bag and brought out the small piece of jerky he was saving for later, sliding it slowly towards the creature.
The creature tilted its head, staring at the jerky suspiciously before taking a few steps to paw at it. It apparently passed its test as it devoured the jerky surprisingly fast for its small size. While it seemed to be starving, thankfully it didn't reflect onto its body. It wasn't gaunt or thin, but actually quite plump. Perhaps it just didn't eat for a day or two?Â
Billy took a small step forward, then a few more when he realized the creature was focused on eating. âSo,â He began softly, the creature startling as if it was just realizing he was so close. âWhat are you doing here, little guy?â
It stared at him silently before once again tilting its head. It was cute, Billy realized. The chubby cheeks and button nose paired with big, shiny eyes made it endearing to look at. His expression melted slightly as he took a closer look at the creature.
The creature's ear flicked as it padded up to him, paws on Billyâs knees. It let out an unintelligible sound, layered and harsh to Billy's ear, yet somehow melodious. Billy blinked, not expecting that noise. The creature looked at him almost expectantly, eyes shining brightly.
Billy hesitantly brought his knuckles closer to the creature, feeling its cold nose as it sniffed him. It was clearly unimpressed and trilled for more food. Billy chuckled under his breath as he brought another piece of jerky to the needy creature. It gobbled it up swiftly, looking up at him and once again begging for more, its eyes almost sparkling.
Billy folded under the cuteness overload and retrieved a sandwich from his bag, splitting it in half. He was worried that it would eat more than it could handle if he kept feeding it. He knew very well what that felt like.
The creature blinked at him, once, twice, before giving him a small, pleasant trill and headbutted his fingers. Billy cautiously set his hand over its silky hair? Fur? All he knew was that it felt divine, though not in the godly way.Â
âWhat are you?â Billy asked as he wove his fingers through its hair, genuinely curious on what species the creature was. He had inputted a lot of creatures in his ward but he had no clue what this one was. The tingling at the back of his head spoke otherwise, Solomon knowing very well what it was. He could transform and ask Solomon, since he couldn't really speak to him unless he was Captain Marvel, but that would just scare the creature.
It gave him a look before resuming its lunch, finishing it in record time. Apparently, it deigned him worthy of its presence on his lap as it kneaded his legs then curled up onto them. The purring surprised him, pausing when the creature gave him an impatient look when he halted his ministrations on its hair.
He resumed, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was a nice reprieve from fighting villains as Captain Marvel and watching out for himself when he was on the streets. It was just a quiet moment between him and the strange creature that broke into his home.Â
âŠHe hadn't realized how lonely he was before this.Â
He had friends, of course. Freddy, Tawky Tawny, and the Justice League. But⊠this just wasn't the same. As good as a friend Freddy was, he doubted that he would be willing to just sit and enjoy each other's company silently. Freddy was a huge superhero fan and couldn't help but talk about them in excitement. Not to mention his analyses on Billyâs techniques as Captain Marvel.
The Justice League wasn't any better. They had a professional relationship, thinking of him more as a coworker than a friend. The times he tried to deepen their friendship by inviting them out, he was unfortunately turned down. It seemed that they got along better when they were in battle than not.
Billy usually went to Tawky Tawny for advice, but Tawky Tawny never turned down the opportunity to just spend time in the otherâs company. Unfortunately, those times were far and few between, usually because Tawky Tawny was traveling or busy with something else.Â
With this creatureâ heâd have to name it eventually, Billy thought absentlyâall that was expected of him was companionship, nothing more.
Billy felt a cool paw pat his face, the creature looking up at him concerned. His eyes widened before he let out a huff, ruffling its hair. The creature let out a disgruntled chuff and phased through his hands then batted at them, settling down once more on his lap once it was done.Â
It hadn't been with him long, all he had done was give it some food, and it was already trying to comfort him. Admittedly, it wasn't the best comfort, it stopped once he focused on it, but it wasn't something he expected from a creature he met not an hour ago.
Billy smiled, eyes soft. Perhaps it could stay, if only for a while.
Whipped this up in a couple hours while trying to get out of my funkÂ
Thanks for reading!!
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Hii can I request Sophia x reader academic rivals? đ„ș u can do whatever u want w the plot pretty much please and thank u so much <3 :)
àŒ*Â·Ë ACADEMIC RIVALS LOVERS?
đąophia đaforteza x đn!reader. (no pronouns used). đenre. fluff, angst if you squint đąypnosis. our two favourite academic rivals have a lil fight, but the situation turns bad, and people realize their feelings. đŠđ . 824 đđŠ . mentions of being hospitalised (sophia), a little angsty!
đote! this is a little messy since I wrote it during one of my breaks, but please lmk if you want like a part two cuz I really liked this plot!
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This is purely fiction and is not meant to interpret how the idols act in real life!
,, not proofread + english is not my first language ! àłââ·
At this point it didnât even matter if you were better than everyone, you just had to be better than her. It started off very simple, both of you wanted to be better than everyone, academically that is. Eagerly waiting to get tests back and see who got a higher score, a smug grin on one's face when they got a better result than the other. No harm in that right? Wrong, thatâs what started all of this.
Sophia walked towards me with her head held high, her uniform as neat as ever and her hair styled in a way making her look almost angelic. Wait, what? âWhat were your results?â She said, slamming her paper on top of my desk, I shook out of my daydreaming to answer her. â96.â I said while looking down in my maths book, trying to solve an equation but still focusing on what she would respond. She looks away and a teasing smirk spreads on her lips, and moves the finger that covered her results, 97. âGuess Iâm just better than you huh?â She said proudly, staring down at me âJust because you got one point more than me doesnât mean youâre better than me.â I said, pouting a little at her accusation.
Lately Iâve been feeling kind of⊠weird? Even if Sophia gets a higher score than me, I canât find it in me to give a fuck. âWell, youâve been slacking off a lot lately, Iâve gotten higher scores than you on the last four tests. So, I think that makes it obvious who's smarter!â Sophia states like it was the most obvious answer to what I said. Staring at her for a moment, I reply. âI've been busy okay, not everyone has that much free time to spend on studying, and you're talented in general, no wonder you get high scoresâ She looks shocked at my statement, then she smirks a little, âDid you just admit that I'm smart?â She looked proud in some way or another, âNot what I meant Sophia, but whatever floats your boat.â I grab my things from the desk and walk outside the classroom to my locker, a little frustrated at the whole situation. I did miss her response,
âI study that much so you won't think I'm stupid.â
A week goes by, no Sophia in sight. She missed two assignments, she's usually here every day. Even if she's sick, which I don't get why she does, but still. Did something happen to her? Was it something I did?
âYou've been zoning out for the past like, three periods, what is going on with you today?â Lara, my best friend asks. âDo you know where Sophia is?â I ask, not really thinking before I ask. âWhy do you want to know, don't you guys like, hate each other?â She looks at me with a very questionable look, suspecting something I cannot grasp, âYes? No? I don't know Lara, but do you know where she is?â I say, a little confused and concerned. She looks at me with sad eyes before replying, âY/N, Sophia got really sick out of nowhere, I heard she's at the hospital.â My eyes blew wide at the shocking news, why didn't she tell me? No, why would she do that? We're not even friends.
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Am I really doing this? I think to myself as I open the hospital doors and stumble up to the kind-looking man in the lobby. I strike up a casual conversation with him as he guides me to a room, I thank him quickly before he scurries away.
There in the little window on the door I see her, Sophia's sitting down on the bed. Her hair is a mess and her clothes look ridiculous, it looks like she hasn't slept for a few days too. I gently open the door and her gaze falls upon me, it's easier to see her face now. She looks tired, really tired. âHeyâŠâ I say, she looks away from me and cuddles up in her sitting position. âWhat are you doing here?â she tries to sound annoyed, but it just comes out in a tired huff. âI heard what happened, I⊠was worried about you. I brought some notes from the classes you missed.â She looks shocked at my confession, she relaxes her posture and her gaze becomes soft. âThank you⊠I really appreciate it.â She smiles a little as she grabs the papers I handed her, our hands touching softly.
I look at her, really look at her. For the first time actually having time to admire how pretty she looks, how perfect her flaws are. âI just came to give you that⊠so if you don't need anything else, I'll go.â I turn around to walk away, grabbing the door knob and turning it around, âWait! Will you⊠please stay with me a little longer, I need it.
I need you.â
this is so messy I'm sorrrrryyyy!! I wanted to post something today at least :((
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