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schlattsdoll · 1 year ago

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so like... 106 with dt doctor...

forget you - tenth doctor

minors dni

prompt: “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

warnings: lil angst, smut {18+}, oral {fem receiving}, dom!doctor, mentions of toxic men & cheating, pet names {love, darling,}line from good omens THAT BROKE ME WRITING, you are responsible for your own media consumption!!!

tenth doctor x fem! reader

nobody said trying to date and travel through time and space would’ve been easy. that was until you met jordan, handsome, charismatic jordan. he was everything you could’ve dreamed of. well, almost. he wasn’t the doctor, but since you had it in your mind it could never happen, you settled for what you had.

jordan was so understanding of you traveling around, “bring me back a star!.” he joked.

the doctor and you had just come back from alpha centuri and he even let you keep a small space rock to give to your love. much to your surprise jordan was kissing another girl.

your heart shattered, you thought he was loyal to you all this time. a year of your life wasted away by him. “care to explain to me what’s going on?” you confronted him. his jaw dropped and he immediately pushed the girl off him. “y-y/n! it’s not what it looks like i swear!”

“oh i think it’s exactly what it looks like. c’mon love. let’s go you don’t need him.” the doctor ushered you away and into the tardis.

you couldn’t help but break down and sob. how could he? he did seem too excited that you were traveling with the doctor but you didn’t see it as you being a bit on the side, you thought he was just genuinely happy for you.

“love, im so sorry. he didn’t deserve you, he was an arse just using you.” the doctor held you as you cried into his suit jacket. his touch was gentle, as if you were a doll made of porcelain. “how can i make it up to you mhmm? lunch in new new york? crepes straight from france? i’ll do anything love, i’m desperate to see that beautiful smile again.”

you swiped away at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, confused at what you just heard. you know he had a habit of calling you “love” but you thought of that as him mindlessly flirting. you should’ve known nothing the doctor does is “mindless”. you look up at the time lord, a puzzled look on your face speaks for you. “oh for god’s sake y/n! i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you since we met and you started traveling with me. it broke my hearts when i saw you with him, i wished it could be us instead. please darling, i know it’s poor timing but can we be an us?”

"doctor, i dont know what to say..." "say yes, please my darling." the doctor stared at you with his big brown eyes, almost with a puppy dog like stare. "yes doctor." he leaned down into you and grabbed you with the most intensity youve seen from him as he kissed you for the first time. your lips collided and it felt like a universe ahs been born between you two.

the timelord deepened the kiss, his hands roaming your body until they landed on your ass, grabbing it gently. "i wanna help you forget all about him. you shouldve never been with him, i wanted you from the beginning. i shouldve been more open to you love.” he broke away to catch his breath and confess more.

“help me forget him then doctor, i want you, so bad.” you tugged at his hair, pulling him towards you. your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed you once more. “now that you’re mine love, i’m not letting you go.” he led you to his room on board the tardis and laid you down gently on his bed. the kiss got a lot more intense, hands tugging at each other’s clothes, you managed to pull his suit jacket off and undo some buttons while your shirt was completely gone. the two of you pulled away breathlessly, foreheads resting against each other. the doctor looked at you with such admiration in his eyes.

“are you sure you want this love?” he asked you, hands hovering over your breasts. you nodded your head slowly, looking up at the much older timelord. "please doctor..." he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. his touch so delicate almost feather like. as your straps slid off your shoulders the doctor licked his lips, “love you are breathtakingly beautiful.” his head dove down to kiss and lick at your chest while his hands worked on removing your bottoms.

the timelord parted away from you, pulling off his shirt and moving down your body to your dripping sex. "doctor, don't be a tease..." you whined out to him. suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, "may i darling?" almost too eagerly you responded, nodding your head rapidly. he kissed his way up and down your thighs, avoiding the one place you desperately needed him most.

"tell me love, are you mine?" the doctor's lips ghosted over your core. "yes, gods yes doctor please just do something." "as you wish love."

you barely had time to register what was happening since he leaned in and licked a stripe up to your clit. "taste as good as you look." he dove back in, eating like a man starved while you writhed and moaned above him.

"that's it love, be a good girl and cum for me." his tongue replaced by his nimble fingers, quickly curling inside you. you felt your whole body tense up before the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

you got up to return the favor but the doctor stopped you. "sorry darling, but tonight is about you. tonight, i'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name."

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multifariousqueer · 10 months ago

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hi love. could u write where felix takes care of fem!reader on her period? currently abt to get mine and i need some comfort lol, mine r hell. if u don’t want to that’s okay<3

Sure!

The morning sunshine blared through the window as your stomach started to sting a familiar sting. You had hoped that it would wait another week but it came in hot and dull as you awoke to the feeling of being wet. Your arm instinctively reached for your alarm clock only to find that you had class in a few minutes and had slept in. A groan escaped your lips as a text from Felix crept its way onto your device:

“Good morning, darling 😀”- Felix( don’t kill me, it was the early 2000’s)

“Where are you?”- Felix

You scrambled to get dressed and put on a pad before leaving your dorm.

The autumnal air brushed your skin as you felt more emotional and stressed. Felix and you had a project worth 3% of your semester grade due today and you stayed up until 12 last night messing around so you forgot to finish it. Tears stung at your eyes as you admonished yourself for not doing a basic task but you didn’t have time to go into a full fit because you were late.

When you reached class, the entire class looked at you as the door creaked open and Felix’s eyed you up and down before realizing that you weren’t okay. You sat down next to him and searched your bag for your supplies before realizing that you left your period bag at home. A period bag consists of : pads, tampons, lotion, perfume, and an emergency pair of panties. Upon the heartbreaking realization, you groaned and put your hands over your eyes and Felix immediately took notice:

“Y’alright love?” Felix said, rubbing your back.

This caused you to break into full blown tears as you got up and left class to run some water over your face.

Felix got up and followed a few minutes later to make sure you were okay:

“What happened?” He asked with genuine concern on his face

“I’m just on my period, that’s all”- you sobbed back

“Do you need anything to get through class?” He asked while rubbing your back

“I just want to cuddle with you and shower and go back to bed” you sniffled

“After class, I promise I will do that for you” Felix spoke

Felix hated seeing you in pain and he hated seeing you cry more. A piece of his soul broke Everytime you cried and he wanted to whatever it took to make you happy again.

Felix walked you back into class with a hand on the small of your back and he sat you down. He went up to the professor and spoke a few words that were unintelligible from where you were sitting and the professor called you over to his desk:

“Ms. L/n, it seems that you are incapacitated and scattered right now so I am willing to give you an extension on the project. Of course, I will have to knock off a few points but it is still possible to pass” the professor said sternly.

“Thank you so much!” You smiled

“Please sit down and try not to disrupt the class any longer” the professor spoke before going back to grading.

“Yes sir” you said.

Felix observed the interaction with a straight face before breaking out into a grin and escorting you back to your seat.

“How about we go back to my dorm after class and finish our project later” he said softly

“Please.” You said, while practically giving him a begging stare

Felix pulled you into a hug before planting a kiss on your forehead and returning his attention back to the lecture. He still kept his hand on your thigh and he snuck glances your way every now and again to make sure you weren’t in pain.

Eventually, you went back to Felix’s dorm and he went to a drawer and pulled out a box of pads. Felix kept his stash stocked ever since he started dating you because he always wanted you to be comfortable.

“Wait here, I’ll go run you a bath” he said, ushering you to sit on his bed

You nodded in response and pulled out your textbook to finish the project once Felix left. You made a decent amount of headway before Felix came back and shut the textbook while staring at you:

“I told you we’d do this later, y/n” he smirked

“I know but…” you started before Felix interrupted you

“Even in pain, you’re still scholarly?” Felix asked quizzically while smirking at you

“I’m on my period, Felix. I’m not dying” you remarked

“So you don’t want to be cuddled?” He asked

“No no I do!!” You said with puppy eyes

Felix chuckled and took you into the bathroom. He undressed you and did away with your pad before delicately placing you into the tub. He was careful not to scrub you too hard but he wanted to get you as clean as possible. You sank into the warm, eucalyptus scented water and mewled as the warmth enveloped your body. Felix ran water over your body and made sweet comments about how strong you were for enduring your period:

“Look at my princess, so beautiful” he smiled

“Mmmm I love you” you sighed

“I adore you too, darling” he said, kissing your eyebrow before leaving to go to his bedroom.

You jolted a bit as Felix’s absence set in. You opened your eyes and looked around before you heard movement in his room.

Felix was prepping a pair of underwear for you and laying out an outfit for you. It was his old rugby shirt and some old boxers of his that you used as shorts. Felix learned how to prep underwear one day when you showed in “in case of emergencies” and he always prepped yours if you couldn’t. Felix also laid out some chocolate for you and put a stuffed animal on the bed. He went to get you from the bath:

“Where did you go?” You asked sadly

“I went to go clean up a bit and get you ready for bed” he replied

He pulled you from the tub and helped you get dressed. Felix laid you on the bed and cuddled with you. You took in the scent of his cologne and aftershave while making soft noises of comfort against his chest. He grabbed you and held you close and sooner or later you fell asleep in his embrace.

#felix catton x you #felix catton x reader #Felix catton #felix catton drabble #felix catton x y/n #jacob elordi #saltburn x reader #saltburn #jacob elordi x reader #for you

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years ago

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Hey! I've been trying to dig for some new way of water fics, and I found some on your account but... I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing a Jake sully x daughter reader. Because when he was "what's wrong baby girl" I internally melted and I would love it if you would make me melt with a fic plssss

Home Sick

[Daughter Reader with parents Neytiri and Jake Sully!]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: There are spoilers for Way of Water in here!!

Man I'm glad someone else enjoyed that too. When I saw it in theatres, my heart MELTED at how paternal Jake was to his girls. It genuinely made me so happy. Love to see it. Headcanons for now but I might revisit this and make something more in depth!!]

[Reblogs are appreciated!]

Alright some context here you are a born Na'vi but you're adopted as well. Your parents were hunters in the Omaticaya clan and were unfortunately killed while out providing for the clan. Jake and Neytiri, who were very close to your parents, took you at a very young age. I'm putting you around the same age as Kiri.

In general, you're very happy. Your parents adore you and so too do your sisters and brothers. I honestly feel you and Lo'ak are thick as thieves, but Kiri understands you in a way no one else does. Tuk loves to hang from your arms and swing around. Neteyam bears the responsibility of keeping you all out of trouble!! Which he cannot STAND at times but sigh, that's what you do when you're the eldest son. He loves you all though.

I don't want to talk about Spider. I will not.

Leaving the Omaticaya was the hardest thing your family had to do. You cannot count how many hours you're cried. And well, settling in with the Metkayina hasn't been easy. While Tsireya is very sweet and helpful, often ensuring you and your siblings feel safe and learn well, her brother and his friends are not on the same wavelength.

One late evening, you and your father finally have a chat. Your siblings are all out doing Great Mother knows what, and you're alone, tail swishing, ears bent back with tears in your big, yellow eyes.

Your father gently nods to your mother who frowns before gesturing for him to join you.

You run your fingers through the water and sigh.

"Is something on your mind?" He asks. His voice is soft and calming, like the rains that used to fall after a great storm. His hands gently run through your hair, beautiful braids that your mother and sisters worked on before you had left the Omaticaya.

"No," you answer curtly, tail sway9ing in frustration.

He raises a brow and cocks his head to the side. "Mmm, I don't recall an agitated tail being a sign of relaxation," he lightly chuckles. He knows that you're frustrated about the change and it's like, the first week of you guys being settled in. He sees you relent and frowns. "Baby girl, something you're not telling me?"

You finally look up at your father and readjust your position so you're sitting cross legged beside him. "I miss home," you say plainly, not wanting your voice to crack.

Wordlessly, he takes you into his side, wrapping you up in his strong arms and rests his head atop yours. "I miss it too." Everyone does.

He lets you cry into his side, his voice quite, willowy, as he holds you. He knows the move has been tough on you. His words are comforting.

Eventually, your mother comes on your other side and she and your father cradle you as if you were their small baby again. Your mother hums to you. She's loving and gentle, her touch not that of a warrior, but someone who truly adores you.

You cling to them. Your smaller hands grip at their forearms, their waists, burying deep into them. You can still smell the forest from your mother, how the nostalgic scent of the winds carry from your father's hair. They still smell like home though it is fading.

Your father presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes locking with your mother's. Their hearts have broken seeing you this hurt, and they're pained with the feeling their hearts will break again.

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dontyouworrydaddy · 1 year ago

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Hiii

Can I request a fic with Task Force 141 (+König) where when they come home to their families and kids. When it’s night time they have a strict night time safety routine where they lock windows , doors, etc .

Then that’s done the guys go into full domestic mode wether it’s helping out cleaning or reading a bed time story 🥹

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

Task Force 141 (+König) + fem! Reader

Awwwwww🥺🥺🥺 I totally love this idea and this is gonna be so cute to write😩😩 AHHHH THANK YOU ANON FOR YOUR ASK I HOPE YOU LOVE IT💘💘💘

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

König

As the evening settled in, you began the nightly routine you had all grown accustomed to. The windows were locked, the doors too, and every corner of the house checked for any potential dangers. Your children, a boy and a girl, took their responsibilities seriously, mimicking their father and trying to act as tough as him.

Finally, with the house secured, you gathered in the living room. It was a routine born out of love.

Minutes turned into hours, and just as the children began to yawn and rub their sleepy eyes, the front door creaked open, and König stepped inside. He was still clothed in his uniform, a sign that today was rough. But the moment he set foot in the house, his shoulders seemed to relax, and a genuine smile graced his lips.

"Daddy!" your son exclaimed, rushing to greet him, his small arms wrapping around König's legs.

König's eyes softened as he bent down to scoop his son into a bear hug. "Hey there, kleiner. Did you take good care of Mommy and your sister?"

"Yep!" the boy replied proudly.

Your daughter, not one to be outdone, toddled over with a giggle, her tiny hands reaching out for her father's embrace. König lifted her up, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"That's my girl" he said, his voice filled with affection.

After reuniting with his family, König didn't waste a moment. It was time for the nightly ritual to continue. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were preparing a simple dinner. His strong arms wrapped up around your waist as you were still preparing him dinner.

"Did you have a tough day?" you asked, concerned for the weariness in his eyes.

König nodded, but his smile remained. "Every day is tough out there, but knowing I'm coming home to you and the kids makes it all worth it."

After dinner, you all gathered in the children's room for bedtime. König took his turn, reading a fairytale with gestures that had the kids laughing and clapping in delight. Once the story was over, he tucked them in with gentle kisses and whispered words of love.

As you lay beside your children, watching them drift off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the man who had chosen to build a life with you.

And so, with your children safely asleep, you turned to König, who had stayed beside you. He took your hand, his gaze filled with love and warmth.

"You know, I'm the luckiest man in the world," he whispered.

You smiled, tears of happiness in your eyes. "And I‘m the luckiest woman in this world."

Simon Riley

As the sun disappeared from the sky, Simon arrived home. Your children rushed into his arms with excitement cries of "Daddy!" Their hugs were filled with laughter and excitement as they jump into his arms.

After dinner, it was time for the nightly routine. Checking for the doors and windows before going upstairs and preparing for bed. Simon gladly helped them brush their teeth and do every little thing with them because he missed his little kids way too much while he was deployed.

With the safety measures in place and clothes changed into Pyjamas, Simon and the kids transitioned into full domestic mode, something that never failed to make you smile. Your husband was a tough soldier, but when he was home, he was a loving father and partner.

"Alright, kiddos, who wants to help me with the dishes?" Simon asked, rolling up his sleeves with a grin.

Tiny hands shot up into the air, eager to assist. You watched as they wore aprons and stood on stools to reach the sink, their laughter filling the kitchen as they scrubbed dishes under Simon's watchful eye.

Once the kitchen was sparkling clean, it was time for bedtime. The kids' eyes sparkled with excitement as they gathered around Simon, each one clutching a book.

"Daddy, can you read us a story tonight?" your daughter asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Of course, sweetheart" Simon replied, his voice gentle as he settled onto the couch with the kids on either side of him. He began to read their favorite story, using different voices for each character to make it more entertaining.

You watched the scene unfold with a warm heart, feeling grateful for the love and security Simon brought into your lives. As the story came to an end, your son yawned, and your daughter nestled closer to Simon.

"Alright, little ones" Simon said softly, "time for bed."

He carried them to their respective rooms, tucked them in, and kissed their foreheads, whispering sweet dreams. Then, he returned to you in the living room, a tired but contented smile on his face.

You met him with a grateful embrace. "Thank you for being such an amazing husband, soldier and father, Simon."

He held you close, his love for you evident in every touch. "I'll always do whatever it takes to keep you and our family safe and happy, no matter what, love."

John MacTavish

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over the neighborhood where you and John lived with your two children. It had been a long day, one filled with laughter and mischief as you watched your kids play in the backyard, but now it was time for the evening routine.

As dusk settled in, you gathered the kids inside, your youngest one clinging to your leg while the older child, a little girl, eagerly helped with the nightly ritual. John had just returned home, his broad frame filling the doorway as he shed his gear.

"Alright, you two," he said in his unmistakable Scottish accent, "time to get everything locked up tight." His voice held a reassuring authority, something that made the kids feel safe.

You nodded, and as a team, the four of you began the night's safety routine. Windows were closed and locked, curtains drawn, doors bolted. John insisted on double-checking every lock, even though you knew he had already done so. It was his way of making sure his family was safe.

Once everything was secure, John shifted into full domestic mode. He washed up, changed out of his uniform, and joined you in the kitchen, where you were already preparing dinner. The children were a whirlwind of excitement, eager to have their father back home.

As you set the table, John leaned over and whispered, "How's everything been today, love?"

You smiled, the love for your family evident in your eyes. "They've been angels, as always. We missed you, though."

He kissed your cheek, the roughness of his beard tickling your skin. "I missed you too."

Dinner was a boisterous affair, filled with laughter and stories from the kids about their day. John, the stern soldier on the battlefield, transformed into a doting father at the dinner table, playing along with their games and entertaining their curious questions.

After dinner, it was time for the second part of the routine – bedtime. The kids hurried to brush their teeth, while John helped with baths. Then, in their pajamas, they snuggled up in bed, waiting for the highlight of their night – storytime with Dad.

John had a knack for storytelling, his rich voice carrying the tales to life. He could make the simplest story sound like an epic adventure. The kids hung on his every word, their eyes wide with wonder.

Once the stories were done, John tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and whispered sweet dreams. The children drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces, secure in the knowledge that their father was home and would protect them no matter what.

As you and John retreated to your own room, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. Your family may not have been traditional, with John's demanding profession, but the love that bound you all together was unbreakable.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you both drifted off to sleep, knowing that no matter what challenges the world threw at you, as long as you had each other, everything would be alright.

John Price

It had been a long day for John, filled with meetings, paperwork, and the ever-looming threat of global conflict. But now, as he pulled into the driveway, he knew he was entering a different battlefield - the one he cherished most, his home.

As he stepped inside, the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet greeted him. You, his loving partner, were sitting on the living room floor, helping the kids build a fortress with their toys. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, and you flashed a warm smile. "Daddy's home!"

The twins, squealed in delight, abandoning their toy castle to rush into their father's arms. Price knelt down, engulfing them in a hug. "Hey there, my little soldiers. Did you have a good day?"

"Mommy helped us build the biggest castle ever!" your son exclaimed.

Your daughter chimed in "Yeah, and we're going to defend it! Like you!"

Price chuckled, ruffling their hair. "That's the spirit. But first, we've got some important work to do."

As the evening wore on, it was time for the nightly safety routine. The family gathered, ensuring that every window was securely locked, every door bolted shut. Price watched with a sense of pride as you taught the kids about safety, making sure they understood the importance of these precautions.

With the house secure, you all settled into the living room, a cozy atmosphere enveloping the space. Price was in his element now, taking off his tactical mindset and stepping into full domestic mode. He helped you set the table for dinner, and the kids chatted animatedly about their day at school.

After the meal, it was bath time for the twins. Price took charge, his strong but gentle hands carefully washing away the day's adventures. The kids giggled as he made funny faces, and they emerged from the bathroom smelling like lavender and wearing toothy smiles.

Then came the highlight of the evening - storytime. Price settled into the rocking chair, a book in his hand, while you sat on the floor with the twins in your lap. Tonight's choice was a classic fairy tale, and as he read aloud, Price's voice filled the room, bringing the characters to life.

"Once upon a time," he began, "in a land far, far away..."

The kids listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with wonder. Price's storytelling was always a treat, filled with dramatic pauses and character voices. As the story concluded with a happy ending, he closed the book and tucked them into their beds, giving each one a goodnight kiss.

You lingered in the doorway, watching Price with a soft, affectionate smile. He turned to you, his eyes reflecting the love he felt. "They're growing up so fast," he murmured.

You nodded, your heart full. "But they have the best father in the world."

Price leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "And I have the most amazing wife. I don't know how I got so lucky."

Kyle Garrick

The sun was lowering itself as Kyle's car pulled into the driveway. He had spent a long day at the base, training new recruits and dealing with the usual paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight. But now, he was home, and the weariness of the day melted away as he walked up to the front door.

You were waiting for him inside, along with your two energetic kids. As soon as he entered, they both rushed to greet him, their little faces lighting up with pure joy.

"Daddy's home!" your son exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Kyle crouched down, opening his arms wide, and the kids practically tackled him with hugs. Laughter filled the room as he swung them around, their giggles echoing through the house.

Once the initial excitement had settled, it was time for the nightly routine. Kyle and you were strict about security, especially with kids in the house. You all worked together to lock windows, double-check doors, and make sure everything was secure for the night.

After the safety routine was complete, the family transitioned into full domestic mode. Kyle, despite his tough exterior as a soldier, was a softie when it came to his family. He happily helped with cleaning up the dinner dishes, and he even got down on the floor to play with the kids, building intricate Lego structures that seemed to defy gravity.

As bedtime approached, the kids eagerly chose their favorite books, and the four of you gathered in the kids room. Kyle took a seat on the edge of your son's bed, while you settled on your daughter's bed with her. The room was filled with the warmth of anticipation and love.

"What story do you want tonight?" Kyle asked, his eyes shining with parental love.

"I want the one about the brave knight who saved the dragon" your son said, his eyes wide with excitement.

Kyle nodded and began to spin a tale about a courageous knight who befriended a misunderstood dragon, all while battling evil sorcerers and embarking on daring adventures.

Meanwhile, you read a story about a curious little explorer who traveled to far-off lands, meeting magical creatures and learning important life lessons.

As the stories unfolded, the kids' eyelids grew heavy, and their breathing became slow. By the time the stories came to an end, both kids were fast asleep, their dreams filled with knights and dragons, and explorers and magical creatures.

Kyle leaned over and pressed a soft kiss onyour son's forehead before doing the same for your daughter. You followed suit, and together, you tucked them in, making sure they were snug and comfortable.

The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, and as you all tiptoed out of the room, Kyle turned to you with a smile. "I love our family," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

You smiled back, feeling a warmth in your heart that only grew stronger with each passing day. "We're lucky to have you, my love."

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hexusproductions · 3 months ago

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TES - Flatline and Optimus

Author's Note: Originally posted 2/7/23. A short self-contained snippet so I could write Earthspark Prime + Flatline interacting. I'm still happy with it so it gets to go on the main. Added context is that OP’s arm got crushed/pierced etc. while on a mission.

Some tightness appeared in Optimus’s expression, and his optics cast down to the floor. They lingered there while Flatline worked, flicking to reflect his busy processor. His forearm was rotated, wires pinching as they were carefully threaded back into where the headlights were supposed to be connected. Flatline remained silent, but the pressure in the air around them felt as tense as a coiled spring.

“You know, my offer still stands…” Optimus slowly breached. He lifted his helm, looking at Flatline’s crest in lieu of being able to meet his optics. “…You could join GHOST, officially. Spend more time out in the field, out in public, perhaps even repair your image with the local- Argh!” Optimus cried out as Flatline suddenly yanked up his red arm plating, separated too far and too quickly from the silver metal underneath. His servo clenched tight and he looked at Flatline, brow furrowed. The medic carried on with barely any acknowledgement of his own action, taking out a surgical blowtorch and beginning to seal the leak in Optimus’ arm.

“I’m fine, thank you.” Flatline told him, with a smile that was too deliberate and snide to be genuine. He repaired the tear in the metal responsible for the leak, then clamped the red outer plating back around it and started to seal that as well. “I couldn’t care less about my public image. The less humans and Autobots in my life, the better.” Optimus exhaled. The brief pain still stung in his sensors, creating some strain in his vocaliser despite his words being genuine.

“I wouldn’t want you becoming…’stir crazy’.” He paused, finding the right Earth expression. Flatline holstered his torch, and crooked a servo to silently prompt. Optimus gave a short shake of his arm and rotated it, examining the repairs and pleased to find everything in working order again, along with the disappearance of the fuel leakage warning in his HUD. He smiled, but it disappeared soon after his gaze fell back to Flatline. There was more he could have said, more that had been said in the past, that went unspoken in his next quieter sentence. “After everything.” Flatline averted optic contact, appearing too occupied with a readout of Optimus’s systems, but Optimus didn’t miss the way his jaw clenched.

“GHOST gave me a home and a lab, far away from anyone - human or Cybertronian - and all they ask in return is that I come back when they need repairs for their…for you and the others. I’m very happy with that arrangement, Prime.” Flatline lowered the readout and walked away from the makeshift examination table, giving Optimus a few steps worth of room to stand up. His final statement was sharp and assertive, trying to convince Optimus with certainty that he was satisfied with how things had turned out. Quietly, Optimus hoped it was true more-so for Flatline’s own sake, and that the medic wasn’t trying to convince himself as much as he was Optimus.

“If you say so, Flatline.” Optimus nodded, giving him the response he wanted. Flatline glanced up to meet Optimus’s gaze, only for a brief moment, before turning.

“Take an extra ration to refill your tanks, if you can, but everything else looks back to normal function.” Flatline walked towards the entryway, rattling off the final medical advice, then poked his helm out to peer down the hall. “If you see Croft, tell her I’d like to go home now.”

#Flatline (OC)#OC #Transformers #my writing #Transformers Earthspark #Optimus Prime #(reposted from my sideblog)

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nerves-nebula · 1 year ago

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ok i finished Lolita, here's my rambling notes which are really more about me & my reactions than the book. I stopped taking as many notes the further in I went.

the forward for this is so funny. we got someone in universe telling us that the things this guy says are absurd and you should NOT fall for his bullshit, because he is NOT a gentleman.

Approx 24 minutes in he proposes the idea of the nymphette. 9-14

its fascinating the way he constructs this other sect of being, this third sex, this nymphet. the way he calls them demons, as if it's their fault, as if it could never be a problem with him.

gets mad that some guys entire fuckin house burns down so he cant ogle his daughters. what an asshole.

Negro/Negress Count (i updated this every time the word negro is used. i just think its funny, its like a drinking game for me. at least black people exist in this world lmao): 7

(about quote #6) the way he talks about Mrs Haze (and in fact most women and girls) as though he is so handsome that he literally cannot stop them from entangling him in an affair is fascinating. Man cannot hold himself responsible for anything.

ok so he's just met dolores and this isnt really a product of the book, but the narrator does a REALLY god job with HH. genuinely just a really good performance. he reads the cadence of HH's flowery writing so well, he emotes so well. its great.

of course this overwritten little creep would write down all his thoughts in a little book. just like he's doing now. at least he's consistent?

so much damn interpretation huh. he's always like "I know she wanted me to kiss her i could tell she was waiting for it" MY GUY.

wait when does this take place was it really normal to marry your first cousin in the midwest in the 1950s?

the way he describes her being not entirely innocent as a warning sign, as some great evil that would trap him, is fascinating. because she is not what he thought an innocent little girl should be, he pushes a bit of the responsibility off of himself and onto her. she's not a child, she's a dangerous nymphet who pulls him in and traps him in her impropriety. despite him literally (thinking he was) drugging her (in an attempt to keep her from knowing what hes doing) he STILL blames her for enticing him. still considers her a fae creature. i hate him. i love this book.

it is truly kind of fascinating how he makes it sound like their trip wasn't all that bad and just offhandedly mentions horrific stuff like the rate at which she sexually abused her, or how Dolores cried herself to sleep every night when she thought he was asleep, and how she almost never seemed to actually be happy. and yet he'll go on and on about all the things they got to see, and how much money this whole kidnapping roadtrip cost him.

the fact that he now has to just straight up pay her, and she's clearly not enjoying anything is so !!! and then he has the NERVE to steal her money back while she's away !! the money she's probably trying to save up to get away from him !! do you guys know what thats like?? when the money youve carefully saved just.. disappears?? good god.

oh ok so he KNOWS she might try to run away if she has too much money. cool cool normal.

i do like this school parent teacher meeting thing thats basically laying out that it's very clear dolores has issues around sex. like this is somehow so clearly an issue that they called him in about it. Ough.

love his indigence at Lo saying that he tried to molest her back before he married her mother (more or less true, and i would even say he succeeded that one time) and that he murdered her mother (a reasonable assumption on her part)

Mans just said he can shed torrents of tears thru his dick. He’s unnecessarily crude for someone so poetic and I love that part of his character tbh.

So he just slapped her and it’s fascinating how clearly abusive he is even from his own softened retelling. Like he doesn’t phrase it like this, but every action he takes is to isolate and control her.

i know he sucks shit but him leaving Rita is especially cruel to me. there was no need to leave her behind with only a note. no amount of calling a woman "sweet" or his "poor little thing" makes up for how absolutely disposable they all are to him. he admits that he needed her, that her company kept him from having breakdowns that would send him to a hospital, and he still just leaves her behind forever. when he knows thats what she was scared of most.

i aint even know about Clare Quilty. huh!

i am enjoying his sad walk through his "smothered memories" like yeah man. you suck and you fucked up everything and you do deserve to feel bad about your active ignorance (i like that he brought up the memory of rescinding that one promise because that was one instance i was really stuck on. like she has nothing man, and it's silly to you but it's everything to her)

y'know im still not entirely sure what Pentapod Monster means

Quotes:

he is not a gentleman

But how his heart beat when, among the innocent throng,he espied a demon child, "enfant charmante et fourbe," dim eyes, bright lips, ten years in jail if you only show her you are looking at her.

I was naive as only a pervert can be (lol)

nymphets do not occur in polar regions (oh my god shut upp)

the reader will regret to learn that soon after my return to civilization I had another bout with insanity (I absolutely do not regret it my wonderful narrator <3)

I was perfectly aware that if by any wild chance I became her lodger, she would methodically proceed to do in regard to me what taking a lodger probably meant to her all along, and I would again be enmeshed in one of those tedious affairs I knew so well.

To keep her happy, I had to present her with an illustrated catalogue of them, all nicely differentiated, according to the rules of those American ads where schoolchildren are pictured in a subtle ratio of races, with one--only one, but as cute as they make them--chocolate-colored round-eyed little lad, almost in the very middle of the front row.(I just find this quote interesting because it makes a point that there would only ever be at most one black kid. not sure what to make of it but i did enjoy that)

It was she who seduced me. (SHUT UP)

the body of some immortal demon disguised as a female child. (SHUT UPPPPP!!)

Used French only when she was a very good little girl. (I’m attacking you with my teeth and claws. I love this book.)

#nnstuff #rambling #lolita

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stoirmeachapas · 8 months ago

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WARNING: yelling, slight panicking attack, meanish annabeth?

A/N: i love happy endings. also i have scavenged this entire app for annabeth storys and there is none? so ill just do it myself then

PROMPT: You make me feel so alone/I’ll miss you most.

My head was lied lightly on her chest as she played with my hair, twirling the locks in her fingers. “You promise to write to me while you’re gone?”

I mumbled in response as I tried to melt deeper into the bed and into Annabeths side, the blanket lying loosely over us. I knew I had to get up but I didn’t really care.

“And you’ll take photos for me to see?”

“Yes, Ans.” I start to wiggle my way out of the bed. “Hey? Where are you going?”

I looked at the girl and pressed a kiss to her chin, “Im going back to my cabin.” My shoes were on the other side of the room so I went to grab them. “But you leave tomorrow, and then we wont see each other for 5 months.”

“I know, thats why I have to go back to my cabin Im leaving so I have to pack up.”

The blonde girl grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer again. “Cant you just stay the night, baby?”

I pulled my arm out of her grip. “Annabeth-“

“Im sorry, I forgot.” She stood up from her bed, pulling me into a hug. She pulled away and held my face in her hands, stroking my cheek. “Why are you being weird now?”

“Im not being weird!” I backed up and started for the door. “Yes you are!” I turned my back towards her as started to fiddle with the broken door handle, trying to get it to open. “Hey! Don’t walk away from me!”

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my breathing speeding up. It was almost like my hearing had dissapeared and was replaced with a loud ringing sound. “Hey? It’s okay. Your okay. I didn’t mean to yell, Im sorry.”

“No- I-” I backed into the door, pushing it open behind myself.

I stepped out of the cabin, slamming the door behind me. Tears brimmed in my eyes. The blonde girl ran up beside me tugging on my arm, “Im sorry. You know I didn’t-“

— “I don’t care if you meant it or not!” I spoke quietly, tears streaming down my face. “I don’t care. I don’t care if you didn’t mean it or if you are sorry. And I don’t care about what you’re feeling right now.” Her hand traveled from my arm to my hand as I tried to pull away from her touch.

“Baby, I’m sorry.”

“No, okay! I don’t want you to say sorry! You always say you’re sorry and then you do it over and over and over again. You make me feel so alone and I cant do this with you, today.”

Annabeth stopped walking, pressing her lips together. “What is that supposed to mean? You cant do this?” She spoke harshly, as if her words were filled with acid, “No! You don’t get to do that! Stop acting like this entire thing is my fault!”

“It is your fault! Your the one who was yelling.”

She shoved me backwards, “If you feel so alone when you’re with me, then be alone!”

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My blanket felt heavy while it was over me, like a bag of rocks was placed on top of all my limbs. My cheeks were tear stained and damp still.

I knew it wasn’t all her fault, some of it was me, but I had talked to her about it. She knew she can’t yell. It isn’t because I’m making a big deal for no reason. It not like I cry over yelling for no reason. She knew the entire story. I had stayed up late talking to her about it once.

I just wanted to be in her arms again. I missed her warmth and her curly blonde hair. I missed looking into her eyes that looked like they held the entire ocean in them. I missed her sweet laugh and her insanely contagious smile. I missed her soft hands and her bed. But mostly I missed her.

We didn’t break up or anything. But it kind-of felt like it.

That was the first time she looked genuinely mad at me, and I was leaving the next day.

I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was so tired that when I yawned I cried a little bit. As soon as I finally started to drift off the door to the cabin opened slightly. I pressed my back into the bed, closing my eyes with fear as I heard the door shut behind the person.

“Hi?” My eyes shot open, expecting a monster or something. Not that that was possible with the camp border but you never know.

“Annabeth?” She didn’t smile at me or give me a kiss like she usually did. “Why are you… it’s 2 a.m.”

“Get up.”

“Mkay.” I wiggled out of my bunk, missing the warmth already. I slipped a pair of socks and shoes on and replaced my shorts with a pair of sweatpants.

“We’re going on a walk.” she spoke lightly as we made our way out of the cabin. She closed the door softly behind me. “Where are we walking to?”

“Nowhere specifically, I just needed to talk to you.”

For the first time since our fight, she touched me. All she did was hold my hand and interlock our fingers, but it was enough for a small smile to creep over my face. The gravel path turned to sticks as we made it into the woods, “Im really sorry, Ans.”

“No. You don’t need to be sorry, okay?” She stopped walking and took both of my hands in hers. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” I pulled Annabeth into a hug, wrapping my arms around her neck.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said, right?” I choked out, crying lightly. “I know.”

“What am I supposed to do when we’re apart?” I took her face in my hands, I could see that tears were threatening to fall. Her hands rested loosely over my hips, her thumb drawing on my waist lightly. “I can always visit you…” she giggled out.

“You better visit me. And we can call every night.”

Annabeth took one of her hands away from my body, holding it up between us. “Promise?” I smiled at her and locked our pinky fingers together like we were little kids.

“Im gonna miss you, Ans.”

She smiled at me and pulled my hips against hers so our foreheads were touching. Her fingers traced my spine, leaving a warmth behind. I leaned up towards her, locking our lips together. Her lips were soft and sweet, just like her touch.

“I’ll miss you more, always.”

“Sure… but you know I’ll miss you the most.”

#annabeth chase #percy jackson #pjo #pjo books #dont be sorry

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rocketturtle4 · 1 year ago

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Eclipse in progress part 2

Okay so I've only seen two more episodes and I kind of had in my head I'd watch till the end of 8 before writing anymore because I have the time but episode 7 just one two suckerpunched my feelings so I need to go regulate.

For the record while I'm a sucker for crying I get WAY MORE OVERWHELMED when things are bitter sweet and this episode is whoooooooaaaaaa

@wen-kexing-apologist @plantsarepeopletoo @grapejuicegay also @thegalwhorants I'm basically gonna @ you cause you interacted with my eclipse stuff, let me know if you'd rather I didn't

So some thoughts

I had forgotten about Namo he could also have stolen the diary and I think logistically this makes mroe sense because he is in a different year level so not expected to be in class BUT where did he get the key? Whereas Thua being class president potentially gives him key acces idk and I still feel like there's more layers

We still really haven't gotten background on anyone which is why I wasn't going to post yet so my theories havent changed much except

TURNS OUT AKK IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CAR

Did both Ayan and his uncle have a necklace? I'm really unsure about whether or not Ayan legit saw his suicide or has just vividally imagined it but n the dreams they're both wearing it whereas I had previously assumed Ayan was wearing his uncles necklace.

Namo also seems to genuinely believe in the curse so where did this rumour come from, I don't feel like it's NEW, did Akk hear it and just capitalise on it? or has someone else being doing this in the past? Is it passed down from the head prefect

also Khan and Wat are prefects were they indoctrinatinated by candelight??

1984 stuff was WAY LESS SUBTLE than I was expecting when Akk first found that book

Ayan convincing Akk he needs to 'tell the truth' and Akk being woried about his family and his reputation is obviously legit but also feels like a coming out metaphor ngl

Khan thinking Ayan is playing with Akk and Thua but gently confronting it rather than getting jealous made me appreciate him even more

ALSO THE POWER DYNAMICS in the framing of Ayan and Neo’s convo on the stairs, Neo is SO MUCH HIGHER and yet from the loew position Ayan managed to be confident and understanding.

IM SORRY ARE THESE CHILDREN EXPECTED TO WEAR THEIR BLAZERS REGARDLESS OF TEMPERATURE????

The three prefects convo was interesting when you consider the queer metaphor of the fact that Wat (so far) ISNT queer and is the one most openly empathetic to the protests, because he doesn't have the same personal stake as our gay boys

I want to know what wanna-be-prefect Nom and Aye think of the three prefects clearly non-prefect behaviour.

FUCK Firsts Goofy Smile is nearly as good as his doe eyes

Akk is way to relatable help me

god they're so proud this is gonna hurt

As a person who silently cries VERY SIMILARLY to Ayan (and just Khao in general because he cried like this on TC as well) I feel VERY SEEN by the way his tears just fall

HOW CAN I BE RELATING TO BOTH CHARACTERS HERE

I spent way to long examining the order of the boys and realising that Aye and Namo had swapped places

and that arguably you're more vulnerable when you're sleeping

THis ENTIRE SCENE

the interchanging eye opening

they both think each other was asleep

he's never really sleeping is one of my FAVOURITE tropes for forwarding a relationship and they doube whammied it but this one was CRAZY BECAUSE ITS NOT GOING TO FORWARD IT

Khan looked SO HAPPY TO HAVE KISSED HIM WAAAAAAAAH

DOUBLE WHAMMY

I have taken way to many screenshots and I can't believe episode 6 was a dream kiss and then episode 7 left us hanging but I'm still stopping for a bit. Have a few more moments that punched me in the gut

bye for now.

#The Eclipse #MY EMOTIONS #rturts is wondering #roc reacts to the eclipse #the eclipse the series

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eldritchships · 1 year ago

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WIP - Flatline and Optimus

Disclaimer: Less of a WIP, more of a short self-contained segment so I could write some more OP and Earthspark!Flatline. Context is that OP's arm got crushed/bitten into/stabbed etc. while on a mission.

“You know, my offer still stands…” Optimus slowly breached. He lifted his helm, looking at Flatline’s crest in lieu of being able to meet his optics. “...You could join GHOST, officially. Spend more time out in the field, out in public, perhaps even repair your image with the local- Argh!” Optimus cried out as Flatline suddenly yanked up his red arm plating, separated too far and too quickly from the silver metal underneath. His servo clenched tight and he looked at Flatline, brow furrowed. The medic carried on with barely any acknowledgement of his own action, taking out a surgical blowtorch and beginning to seal the leak in Optimus’ arm.

“If you say so, Flatline.” Optimus nodded, giving him the response he wanted. Flatline glanced up to meet Optimus’s gaze, only for a brief moment, before turning.

#Flatline (OC)#my writing

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eclipsecrowned · 1 year ago

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Have you ever cried while writing a reply? // @versin-surfin

Over 12 years ago, my ex and I had a long running RP for a fighting game I dare not speak the name of. And I do mean a long-runner, we came up with and built up a whole lot of lore, had a BBEG to defeat and lots of allies and rivals to make long the way. God to be so manic and productive again just once in my life. Anyway, the main focus was on my OC that was taken in by his canon character and raised by him. Surprisingly wholesome content, especially coming from my ex, 10/10. To make a long story short, we had a seemingly happy ending but the cost of defeating the big bad was the canon having to die as well.

He lingered just long enough post-battle for a tearful goodbye scene, where he finally called my girl 'daughter' and she called him her 'Father' after 18 years of pretending to have a strictly professional stake in one another. I've had a rough relationship with my own dad. There was a sort of catharsis in their final interaction. My OC was not the only one crying. It was my favorite character for Christ's sake. I was an unmedicated teenager. For all his flaws my ex was a fantastic writer.

Anyway he laughed at my reaction to his genuinely good writing and the emotional scene we played out and I've never had an emotional response to RP ever again. Fuck that guy.

#versin surfin #out of stories #mun answers #FUCK! THAT! GUY! for more than this BUT ALSO FOR THIS IN ADDITION TO THE ACTUALLY FUCKED UP SHIT HE DID

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lunasbookshelf4 · 10 months ago

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Little Women movie scene but written

I had to create a personal reading portfolio for school and I decided to choose Little Women as my book. One of my tasks was to write an event that I thought should've been added into the book. I chose to write a scene from the Little Women adaptation by Greta Gerwig, because I think It shows why Jo March had such a hatred towards Meg March marrying. So here it is if anyone's interested <3

Jo March stood across from the window, staring at her little Beth while she carefully plucked flowers for Meg’s wedding. Jo was in deep thought, for she could not let her older sister marry Mr brooke. She promised herself she would bear it and not say a word against it, but it was hard for her to give up one of her sisters. The thought of that made fear slither into her stomach.

Her deep thoughts got interrupted when Meg said something so dreadful for Jo to hear, “I can’t believe today’s my wedding day.”

Meg promptly noticed a look on her sister’s face, one that didn’t seem very festive.

“What’s wrong Jo?” “Nothing.” Jo replied, with uncertainty in her tone, for she was trying hard to contain her thoughts to herself.

“Jo.”

“It was no use”, Jo thought, it was now or never that she could spit them out so she decided to approach Meg, nervously fiddling with her fingers. “We can leave. We can leave right now. I can make money. I’ll sell stories. I’ll do anything, I’ll cook, I’ll clean, I’ll work in a factory. I can make a life for us my dear Meg!” Jo cried out.

“Jo.” Meg said, a hint of a smile forming on her lips.

“You should be an actress, to have a life on the stage. Let’s just run away together, please. .”

“I want to get married Jo.”

“But why?!” Jo screeched out, for she did not want to believe such a thing.

“Because I love him.” Meg admitted.

“You will be bored of him in two years and we will be interesting forever!”

Meg smiled in spite of her oblivious sister who could not fathom someone having different dreams than hers.

“Just because my dreams are different from yours doesn’t mean they’re unimportant.”

Jo dropped down in defeat, a glance of utter disappointment shown on her face.

“I want a home and a family and I’m willing to work and struggle, but I want to do it with John.” Meg continued, for she endlessly hoped her sister would end up understanding.

“I just hate that you’re leaving me,” Jo confessed, swallowing a lump in her throat as she flopped down on her sister’s lap. Tears were starting to flow down her cheeks. “Don’t leave me.”

“Oh Jo,” Meg began, gently stroking her sister’s hair. Meg’s expression was woeful, for she despised seeing Jo shed tears.

She shook her head while continuing to speak, forcing a warm smile in the direction of her teary eyed sister.

“I’m not leaving you. Besides, one day it will be your turn.”

Meg gently placed a flower crown on her sister’s head, one that Jo swiftly threw across the chamber.

“I’d rather be a free spinster and paddle my own canoe.”

Meg did not take her seriously and giggled at her reply, before she realized there was a genuine look plastered on Jo.

“I would.” Jo muttered, “Oh Meg, I just can’t believe childhood is over.”

“It was going to end one way or another, and what a happy end.” Meg said, for she hoped her words would bring some kind of comfort, but Jo just sighed in response.

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aliasimagines · 4 years ago

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 years ago

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Meanie (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader) 8

Part 1,

part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 (END)

The final chapter. Congratulations for surviving this long with my bullshit-

“Everyone, please place the flower we have given you in their coffin.”

The sunlight was shining brightly in the early morning of NRC’s campus,

but no happiness was to be found.

Just yesterday, you have died.

And it took a moment for Azul to realize that you were truly gone.

Everyone in NRC lined up in a single file to pay their final respects to you, one by one placing their flower in your coffin.

When it came to Azul’s turn, he had to hold himself from crying. He felt as if you were watching him. If he cried, you’ll cry too, and he doesn’t want you to fully leave this world with sadness and guilt.

He looked at you. Even if you’re dead, you looked as beautiful as ever.

He grabbed your cold hands, and placed the flower in the middle of your chest, before he gently used your hands to cover the flower, as if you are holding it.

“I love you,” he whispered, “I hope you go to a safe place.” And he walked away.

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Azul walked back to Octavinelle with Jade and Floyd. They were silent. Yes, even Floyd stayed quiet.

The atmosphere was solemn.

Azul was solemn.

Never in his life have he came across death, let alone, someone he hold close to.

He used to love before.

He went back to his office alone and tilted his head up. Jade and Floyd went back to their rooms.

He’s not crying. He won’t cry for you.

Read it.

He heard something whisper.

“What..?”

The notebook.

He glanced to his right, the notebook labelled “ To Azul Ashengrotto”.

“Read it after they die,” Trey’s words echoed in his head as he recalls.

He grabbed the book.

To Azul Ashengrotto.

He stared at it, hesitantly flipping to the first page.

“I’m rewriting this from the accounts of Y/n, Azul. She asked for it. I hope you’re reading this.

- Trey Clover”

So Trey wrote this book for you to him.

“Azul and I were chilling at Monstro Lounge in the VIP room.

Lmao, he was soooo unlucky with his pulls, and had to answer all my questions and stuff. Apparently he thinks Idia is more handsome than Jade. Ooh~

I really loved the fact he wanted to spend time with me although he looks so done. I really appreciate it!”

He snorted. That was so you.

“Azul and I hanged out at the Rose Kingdom. I’m so glad Headmaster allowed me to hang out with him! Sometimes I feel like Headmaster is a dad.

I had so much fun! Though, it’s kinda embarrassing that Azul spoilt me with so many gifts, and all I did was drag him around. I love the octopus plushie he won for me. It’s so chubby, soft and cute, just like him!

He also bought me food from Trey’s awesome family bakery, and a really expensive pendent. I feel guilty, but I love it! It’s so pretty!”

He sighed. Really? Chubby?

“Headmaster told me I’m going to die in five months time. I’m really scared. I know I’ve joked about I feel like dying cuz of Professor Crewel’s homework, now facing with death, it feels really scary.

I have to tell everyone right? Headmaster told me he’ll tell my friends, that includes Azul. How would he feel? I don’t want him to feel sad..”

He flipped to the next page.

“Azul, Jade and Floyd came to visit me. Actually EVERYONE did! Even Leona and Idia! Can you believe it?? But I was so happy that Azul and the tweels came.

I rubbed my eyes so hard because I didn’t want them to see me cry. I was just so happy to see them!”

“Trey told me something. Well, an offered to do something for me.

He knew I had a superrrr big crush on Azul, and he said I should tell him. I was so embarrassed at first, but I’m going to die soon, so I have to confess sooner or later right?

He told me he’ll write a whole record of me of what I want to tell him, and then I can give it for him to read after I die.

Sounds like a good idea, but also kind of cruel. After I die????

What should I do?”

So that’s what you were talking about with him.

“I got to be discharged!

FINALLY OH MY SEVENSSSSS-

I CAN GET FRESH AIR BEFORE I DIE

DO YOU KNOW HOW BORING IT IS TO BE CHAINED TO A BED, DOING NOTHING UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO VISIT???

PROFESSOR TREIN’S CLASS IS WAY BETTER-

Azul brought me around the entire campus, and to Octavinelle! And we played UNO! Although I lost a lot... But I’m happy I got to spend time with him and see everyone outside of the infirmary! ^^”

“I went to NRC’s Halloween Celebration!

IT. WAS. SO. COOL!!

There were like flying decorations and good food,

I got to see NRC become so lively and colorful! It was amazing!

Also I got to hang out with Azul and the tweels, and of course, everyone else!

I even got to be part of all the scaring and stuff at the Octavinelle’s scare house! heheheh~

I love the big finale, I wish it could last forever.”

“I made up my mind.

I’m gonna ask Trey to help me write that book. I want Azul to have a piece of me even when I’m gone. I won’t leave him alone, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so.

If Trey is giving me the opportunity to do so, I’ll take it! Though, I should’ve done it from the beginning..”

“Azul kissed me.

Oh my shit-

MMM I SHOULDN’T HAVE DRANK THE PLUM WINE HE GAVE ME BEFORE WE KISSED, I PROBABLY SMELT BAD-

BUT HE SAID HE LIKES IT??? WAS IT A GOOD CALL I DON’T KNOW-

But... I’m happy.. I got the courage to confess to him! On top of that, he said yes! I’m so happy I could cry..”

“I’m going to be giving the notebook to Trey. He’s gonna record it all down for me today.

Azul, I hope you’re reading this. I want you to flip to the back. I asked Trey to attached something really important I want to share with you.”

He flipped to the back. There was a slip of paper folded, stapled to the page. It also held the pendent he bought for you. He grabbed it, and unfolded the paper.

“Azul,

I’m writing this to you 5 months before I die. Crowley told me to tell everyone about my condition, but I wrote this for you specially.

Remember I told you in that truth or dare game?

“If I told you I was scared to die, what would you do?”

To tell you now, I’m still kind of scared. But I won’t show it! Pretending not being scared isn’t like lying.

Okay, but a practical thing, you could do anything you want with this book.

You can tear it up, throw it away, hide it or even show to everyone! Totally up to you!

I’m gonna be honest with you, I was and still jealous of you.

You were and are the picture perfect honor student of NRC. I haven’t been in NRC as long as you, but I’m just so jealous you manage to be so cool and flawless in everything you do! Well, maybe except for flying..

But still! You were and still are my role model! You always manage to amaze me! But not only that, you treated me like your best friend no matter what position you are! Maybe that’s why I fell for you, you didn’t show biasness towards me to become my friend. I hope you were genuine about our friendship!

But, I like the fact you actually sometimes don’t need other people to reflect about yourself, unlike me. I can’t reflect about me all by myself. If I were like you, maybe I could’ve been able to live entirely by myself, with my own unique worth and responsibilities. Of course, while still being friends with others!

But when it comes to self reflection, you are down to earth with yourself, you speak to yourself, and that’s very independent of you. Ever since you were little you were like that too, and that’s what made you hardworking and diligent!

I’ll end it right here, to tell you I love you. Ehehe~ Sorry it’s so sudden.

I love you, meanie.”

drip.

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

Slowly, Azul felt tears rolling down his face.

He broke. Except... that wasn’t true.

He’d been broken when he first heard you were about to die. He just kept strong for you, as you did for him.

He was so glad, he had spent his time with you.

You needed him. You felt like he’d done everything for you.

But now, you’re gone.

It was thanks to you, he never felt insecure about his past anymore. For the first time he met you, his really lived for the first time. He existed in this world.

“Thank you, y/n..” he choked, smiling meekly at your final goodbye letter to him, as he clutched the pendent he gave you.

“I love you so much...”

From Ramshackle dorm, your slightly dusty octopus plushie rest on the side of your pillow.

From far away, he sensed you hugging it, whispering so close to him although so far,

“I love you too, meanie..”

END

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HO SHIT-

REBLOG IT I FELT MY TEARS I-

Ok I’m joking

thank you for surviving and following with the story.

Azul loves you. Bye, have a good day!

@magicpumpkin3 don’t kill me pls-

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nev3rfound · 4 years ago

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resonate : b.b

in a world after the blip, like many you find yourself in therapy. yet, you run into someone you never anticipated meeting. (4k - it’s long, i couldn’t stop but i hope you like it!!)

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requested: yes! by the lovely @interestedcas - thank you sm for the request angel :) (i’ve changed one or two details around, but i hope that’s okay!) warnings: mentions of depression, murder, being in therapy, angst but fluffy ending

It doesn’t matter how many times you visit, you still despise going to her office. The routine never changes; you walk into the lobby and sign in, scribbling an attempted signature before entering the elevator.

Four floors up, you exit and simply wait on the sunken grey sofa. The magazines are out of date- from before everything happened. No one ever talks to one another, too lost in their own thoughts whilst your head remains too empty.

And then something changes. You can hear her door opening and a heavy sigh from someone exiting. “James,” She calls after the person emerging from her office who keeps his head low.

You can’t help but watch the spectacle before you, clad in leather and dark jeans, his face shielded from your view as he passes you by.

Doctor Raynor stands in the waiting room with her hands on her hips, notepad in hand as she mutters something under her breath.

“Hey, Doc.” You wave, breaking her deep thought as she looks over to you with that set frown across her lips.

“Y/n,” Doctor Raynor walks toward you, lowering her notebook into her pocket. “sorry for the wait, come on through.”

Rising to your feet, you follow behind her as you walk through the bleak corridors lined with framed photos of brighter scenes; couples on a beach during sunset, animals on a farm and your personal favourite- fireworks in New York City.

“So,” Closing the door, Raynor takes her seat opposite you, observing you as you lean back on the large couch. “how are you doing this week, Y/n?”

“Fine, I guess.” Shrugging your shoulders is an automatic response to those words. Yet, it’s never enough to keep Raynor happy as she opens her notebook. “You really have something to write already, after one sentence?” You remark, tutting under your breath as you look around the room whilst she scribbles on her pages.

“You know the whole purpose of coming here is to talk.” She comments, now looking up at you. “Let’s try again, shall we? How are you doing this week?”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you stare blankly back at her. “Why’d your last patient storm out like that?” Avoiding her question, you can see her jaw clenching as she leans back in the armchair. “Guess someone else was having a bad day, huh?” You chuckle dryly, and to your surprise, she nods along.

“Everyone has bad days,” She remarks. “some worse than others.”

“Tell me ‘bout it.” You respond, bringing your legs up as you sit cross-legged and hug the nearest cushion into your lap. “I, I had another nightmare,” You admit, trying to ignore the sound of her pen against paper. “it wasn’t as graphic, or, violent.”

“What happened this time?” Doctor Raynor asks, averting her attention from her notebook as you bite your lower lip, unaware of how hard you’re biting down until you feel blood against your tongue. “Y/n?” Snapping her fingers, you emerge from your thoughts and wipe your lip, ignoring the crimson on your fingertips.

“I just saw them, lying there whilst the building was burning.” You try to ignore the sound of cries, distant sirens and pleas for help in the back of your mind. “But there wasn’t any blood, they were just lying there like they were fine, just, sleeping.”

“And why do you think that is?” Raynor taps her pen repetitively.

“Is there a reason? Some sort of coping mechanism or mental response?” You ask, turning it back on her as she purses her lips, contemplating her response.

“It can be perceived as you purifying them,” She suggests. “trying to see them as innocent.”

“But they weren’t.” You quickly comment. “No one was during that time.”

“What about yourself?” Raynor questions and you scoff loudly.

“Course I wasn’t innocent during that, I mean,” You motion to the room you’re currently in. “I’m here, aren’t I?” You laugh, feeling your nails digging into the cushion on your lap.

“Listen, Y/n, you have to break through this. Have you tried writing down about these nightmares after they happen?” You nod and Doctor Raynor shuffles in her seat, now resting her arms against her legs. “How about you get some fresh air? Have you tried contacting anyone you lost touch with since the blip?”

“They don’t know who I am anymore.” You mutter.

“Get a grip, Y/n. You’re not the lead in a rom-com.” Raynor sighs.

“You’re kinda mean, you know that, right?” You snap back, and she simply holds her hands up in defence. “I’ll try again this week, maybe I’ll meet a nice guy at a coffee shop.” The sarcasm rolls off your tongue as you stand up. “This was fun, Doc,” You flash a smile, ignoring the abrupt closing of her notebook.

“Y/n,” Doctor Raynor drags your name out as you reach the door.

“Can’t wait for next week!” You wave slowly whilst your back faces the door, unaware of the strong wall you collide against. “Oof.” A noise escapes your lips as you quickly turn around.

Forcing your gaze upwards, you recognise the unapologetic stoic expression from anywhere. He was listed amongst those lost in the blip, one of the fallen Avengers.

Yet, standing before you he seems softer. His eyes remain locked on you despite Doctor Raynor nearing you both.

“James, decided to try our session again?” Doctor Raynor comments, and you break your focus from the former soldier.

“I’ll see you next week, Doc.” Your tone softens as you slip past Bucky and quickly walk down the corridor, unaware of his eyes following you, wishing he at least introduced himself.

“You can try again next week, James. She'll be back.” Doctor Raynor pulls the door further open, and with his head hanging low, Bucky nods to himself before taking up your seat.

Screaming yourself awake, you heave a breath as you clutch your chest, trying to focus on controlling your heart rate.

Tears stream down your cheeks uncontrollably. “Y/n?” Your roommate calls out, knocking lightly on your door. “Can I come in?” She asks quietly, peering through the door to see you sat upright with one hand covering your mouth whilst the other grips the bedsheets. “Oh, babe.” She hums, walking over and sits beside you.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, allowing you time to process what just happened, the sight of their body beneath your feet, your hands coated in crimson as the flames roared through the windows, shattering in an instant. “Why is it we can never remember dreams, but we always remember our nightmares?” You think aloud into the darkness, glancing over to see it was only 1 in the morning.

“I, I don’t know.” She mutters. “Can I get you anything?”

Shaking your head, your roommate rises to her feet. “I think I’m going to get some fresh air.” You state, tearing the covers from your body as you grab your jacket, slipping it on over your pyjamas.

“Y/n, I love you but it’s 1am. It’s not exactly safe to go out.” She crosses her arms over her chest, ignoring you shrugging your shoulders in response. “At least let me come with you.”

“It’s fine, really.” You object, walking towards the front door knowing you've experienced a lot worse during the blip whilst she was absent, one of the missing. “I’ve got my phone, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before she can say anything else, you walk out and close the door quietly behind you, craving solitude from the one place you’ll know you can get it.

Feeling the cool chill of Autumn creeping in, you tug your jacket further across your chest and bury your hands into the deep pockets. You fiddle with the remanents of tissue in the left pocket, picking it apart to suppress the memories of the nightmare that begin to plague your thoughts once more.

Your feet lead the way whilst your mind remains preoccupied, unaware of the dewy grass beneath your sneakers and the quiet conversations occurring across the park.

Sitting down, you can feel the coolness dampening your trousers, but you’re too lost to care; and seemingly too oblivious to notice the man approaching you with a deep-set frown.

“It’s not exactly wise to be out alone this late you know.” He tells you, standing a few feet away from you whilst your eyes remain locked on the trampled dandelion in front of your scuffed sneakers. “Is everything okay?”

You force yourself to nod. “Yeah, thanks.” You mutter, hearing him shuffle closer until he’s sat by your side, allowing a gap between you both as he sighs loudly. “Why’re you sitting with me? There’s an entire park for you to enjoy.” You remark, now glancing over to the stranger who notices you tense. “You’re,”

He simply nods. “Yeah.” Bucky lowers his head, knowing you’d recognise him for that reason, of course, that’s all he’s known for.

“You’re the guy from Raynor's office, right?” You finish, and Bucky lifts his head up, a genuine small smile crossing his lips as he nods.

“Yeah.” His voice is softer now, his heart rising in his chest. “I’m James.” He holds his gloved hand out, and you accept it.

“Y/n.” You shake it before hiding your hand once more into your pocket. “So, what’s wrong with you then?” You chuckle dryly. “Traumatic childhood? Oh, how about PTSD?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Something like that.” He remarks, looking up at the stars pinpricked in the sky. “So why’re you out here then?”

“I could ask you the same,” You retort, glancing over to focus on him, having only briefly noticed him the other day at the bleak office. Yet here, he seems calm, his expression is relaxed as opposed to stoic, you could even say he seems happy at a stretch. “but I won’t, ‘cause I’m not Raynor.”

“Coulda fooled me.” Bucky jokes with ease as he hears you laugh quietly. “The pyjamas really add to it I’ll admit.” He glances down, quickly noticing you rolling your eyes, but there’s only humour lining your expression, no sign of disgust.

“I, I couldn’t sleep.” You speak up, bringing your legs to your chest as you wrap your arms around them, keeping them in place. “Nightmares, you know?”

Nodding knowingly, Bucky turns his attention to the homeless man curled up on the bench, a knife catching his gaze.

“Do you wanna go for a walk? I know from experience that usually helps me clear my head.” Bucky suggests, rising to his feet as he holds his gloved hand out for you.

“And why would I do such a thing? I barely know you, James.” You remind him, looking up at his hand before lifting your eyes up to meet his.

“True,” He hums, secretly relieved that you don’t know him. “at least let me walk you home?”

Hearing the homeless man beginning to stir and muttering nonsense, you sigh before taking Bucky’s hand as he pulls you up with ease. You almost fall into his chest, but you force your hand out to rest on his shoulder to stop yourself.

“Sorry,” You mutter, focusing on how your shoes are almost touching his.

Breathing out a laugh in your hair, Bucky shrugs his shoulder. “No worries, doll.” It slips out too easily, but you don’t seem to notice as you walk alongside Bucky.

The two of you walk through the streets in comfortable silence. For once, you don’t feel obliged to talk through the short walk, that you have to somehow convince him that you’re feeling fine; because he knows how it feels.

You can mentally list over one hundred questions you could potentially ask him about his past, about the 40′s and who he once was. But you know it isn’t fair to delve into someone else’s memories, invade into something he might not fully remember. So tonight, he remains as James from Doctor Raynor's office, and you’re content with just that.

“Well, this is me.” You motion to the front door of the small apartment building, noticing your lamp is still on in your room. “Thanks again for walking me back, James.”

“Anytime.” Bucky smiles. “I guess I’ll erm,” He stumbles over his words, internally screaming at himself to just ask for your number or to take you out for coffee sometime. “I’ll see you around.” He nods, unable to form the words he wishes he could say. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smile before opening the front door, disappearing out of sight as Bucky turns on his heels, about to force himself to ask for your number.

“Next time, Buck.” He mutters to himself, knowing Raynor will give him shit for not trying hard enough when he next visits her.

“-stupid fucking elevator!” You groan loudly as the doors finally open and you stumble out, oblivious to Bucky exiting Raynor's office and standing in the waiting room, hearing you coming his way.

Looking around, Bucky shuffles the outdated magazines and takes a seat. He tugs on his trousers and his jacket, wishing he wore something different this morning if he knew you’d be coming today.

As you turn the corner, the anxieties slowly ease when Bucky smiles your way. “Morning.” Bucky waves, trying to hide how fast his heart is beating in his chest as you walk toward him apprehensively.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” You state, looking at the options before you as the waiting room remains empty beside the two of you.

Yet, before you can fully run through your options on where would be best to sit, Bucky moves along on the grey sofa, allowing you room to sit beside him.

“I just, er, finished.” He mutters, unsure where to focus.

“And you decided to hang out at the happiest place on Earth for the sake of it?” You raise a brow to him.

“I was leaving, but then I heard you.” Bucky mentally applauds himself, knowing Sam would be proud once he tells him. “Not to sound creepy or anything,” He quickly adds, but you’re laughing to yourself, shaking your head happily.

“Not creepy at all, James.” You assure him, giving him a playful nudge of his arm. “So, solve any deep routed trauma today?” You joke with ease, something Bucky is secretly thankful for.

Usually, in the waiting room, there’s a man in his fifties who shakes with nerves. He’s never met Bucky’s gaze once, refuses to.

“Gettin’ there.” Bucky tells you, now turning his body toward yours as he rests his arm over the couch. “Listen, Y/n,” He starts, only to be cut off by the sound of the door opening and Doctor Raynor presenting herself.

“James? You’re still here?” The Doctor questions, clearly surprised until her eyes pan over to see you sat beside him. “Hi Y/n, come on through.” She motions and you stand up.

“Wish me luck.” You wink to Bucky, oblivious to the near heart palpitations you cause as the door closes behind you.

Averting his attention to the dusty clock, Bucky contemplates his next move. He could leave now, and simply hope he’ll see you again next time he visits. Or, he could wait for you. You could only be an hour at the most, and it isn’t Wednesday so Yori isn’t anticipating a lunch trip either.

So, Bucky leant back on the sofa, closing his eyes to stop himself from homing in on the conversation on the other side of that door.

“Well, I’ve got to say, you seem happier today.” Raynor remarks.

“I guess I am.” You honestly answer, not forcing your self-defence shield up before your eyes for the first time in a while. “I, I’ve not had a nightmare in three days.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

You breathe out a sigh. “Relieved? But I don’t know like I’ve gotten so used to reliving it, and everything that happened and now not seeing it feels,” You pause as you grab a hold of the cushion beside you. “alien.”

“That’s perfectly normal, Y/n.” Raynor assures you. “Simple things such as distractions can often cause nightmares to diminish, or perhaps new people in your lives who cause a positive influence.” She trails off, turning her head toward the closed door; motioning to the man sat in the waiting room.

“James?” You scoff lightly, trying to brush it off. However, Doctor Raynor notices you shift as you pick up the cushion, relaxing it on your lap. “No, he’s, I barely know him.” You tell her, hearing her hum in response.

“Do you know about him, though?” Raynor questions, watching as you nod slowly.

“Of course I do,” You say sadly. “I remember the news broadcasts and when the blip happened, him being among those lost.” You explain, fiddling with the hem of the cushion as a distraction.

Outside the room, Bucky can feel his heart sink. You know who he is, and what he’s done. How could he think someone like you could trust him, get to know him after his past?

“He’s changing though,” The words leave your lips quickly, and Bucky tilts his head up toward the door once more. “I, I don’t know how to explain it, but he seems like a good guy.”

Scribbling in her notepad, Doctor Raynor nods along. “I can’t comment due to patient confidentiality, Y/n.” She shrugs, looking past you and up toward the small camera hidden in the ceiling light. “But, I will say he’s mentioned you.”

A gentle laugh leaves your lips as you raise a brow. “So much for confidentiality there, Doc.” Pausing, you think back to the other night when he found you in the park and walked you home. He didn’t say much, but then again he didn’t need to. His company alone was warm, and it was since that night your nightmares stopped.

“What’re you thinking, Y/n?” Raynor tilts her head, trying to gauge your current thought process.

Glancing up, you stare blankly back at her. “What if my nightmares come back?” You sadly ask. “What if them stopping was just a temporary fix? I, I don’t want to see it anymore, I don’t want to wake up thinking my hands are coated in their blood.” Tears build up in your eyes for the first time in days, threatening to spill over like your misconstrued thoughts.

“Have you practised any of your coping methods since I last saw you?”

You pause, looking up as tears fall from your eyes. “Yeah,” You breathe out. “I went to the park, the one down the street.” You slowly explain, your ears perking up at the familiar sound of her pen against paper. “And, and James was there.”

“So, since that night, you haven’t?” Doctor Raynor trails off at the motion of your head shaking. “Alright,” She closes her notebook over and places it on the floor beside her. “Y/n, I want you to go out there, talk to James and ask him out or something.”

“I, I can’t do that.” Tensing up, you tighten your grip on the cushion that previously remained relaxed against your lap. “That’s just dumb.” You defend yourself, ignoring your heart that’s been thinking about the man since that night.

“Dumb or not, it’s worth a try.” Raynor leans back, crossing her arms having listened to an identical conversation with Bucky just over an hour before.

“Is that it then?” You ask.

“Until you have something else to tell me,” Doctor Raynor rises to her feet as she approaches the door whilst you remain seated, apprehensive to face James whenever you’ll next see him.

“Am I just meant to find him somehow?” You quietly ask in the Doctors direction, hearing the door creep open.

Unaware of the small smile crossing her lips, she glances back at you. “I’m sure you will, Y/n.” She comments, returning to her seat whilst you head to the door, slipping out without any further discussion.

Yet, as you glance up, you freeze.

“James?” Utterly perplexed, Bucky half-heartedly waves to you. “I, why’re you still here?” You step forward, only to witness Bucky stepping backwards.

“You know who I am?” Sadness drips from his words as he struggles to meet your gaze.

“James,” You speak up, but Bucky shakes his head before he brushes past you, heading toward the elevator.

Remaining glued to the spot you’re standing in, you simply watch the elevator doors open as Bucky slips inside.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Doctor Raynor sighs loudly, standing in the doorway. “Go!” Watching you walk away, a smile ghosts her lips as she reflects on the pair of you, both lost souls so close to finding a home.

Without needing to be told twice, your feet suddenly move with ease. You’re running through the bleak corridors, seeing blurs of colour crossing your peripheral vision as you reach the stairwell.

“Stupid.” Bucky mutters to himself. How could he have gotten his hopes up?

Exiting the building, Bucky takes the left turn and walks down the street, burying his gloved hands in his pockets.

“James!” You yell, puffing heavily as you slam the office doors open, looking around for any sign of him.

Upon hearing you call his name, Bucky pauses and dares to look over his shoulder to see you wiping your face. “Fuck.” You mutter, burying your face in your hands, only flinching and moving when a hand rests on your shoulder.

Looking up, those sweet blue eyes home in on yours. “Wanna go to the park?” Bucky calmly suggests, relieved when you nod and walk alongside him in silence, the only sound between you both being you sniffing and the hammering of his heart against his chest.

As the pair of you reach the large metal gate, Bucky allows you to walk ahead whilst he holds it open. Usually, you might have a joke or suave comment to make, but today you mutter a thank you before he returns to your side.

“James,”

“Y/n,”

You both pause, interrupting one another as you stop in the middle of the pathway, ignoring the laughter of children around you playing happily.

“I’m sorry,” You start the conversation whilst he remains quiet by your side. “I didn’t want to say anything or bring it up as I know what it’s like to be known by your past actions.” Furrowing your brows, you try to ignore the child screaming and crying ahead of you, watching their Mother pick them up and cradle them close in her arms.

Bucky follows your line of vision, seeing the Mother sway side to side as her child’s cries begin to subside.

“I just wanted to get to know you.” Whispering the sentence you can’t help but close your eyes as it simply hangs in front of him, unsure whether to accept or decline. “And if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I’ll just walk back that way and, and you can go that way.” Opening your eyes, you point in two differing directions.

And to your surprise, Bucky breathes out a laugh at your crossed arms. “I, I’d like to get to know you too, Y/n.” He smiles, mentally repeating everything he’s talked about with Doctor Raynor. “I’m no longer the Winter Soldier, my name is James Barnes.” He mutters to himself, aware of your eyes on him as you kick some stones beneath your feet, scuffing the white of your sneakers.

“I’m not a killer anymore. I’m not a monster, nor an agent.” You breathe out, listening to Bucky shifting beside you. “I’m just me,” Looking up, you shyly smile at him as he mirrors your reaction. “just Y/n.”

Holding his hand out, you notice his glove is gone. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

With brief hesitancy, you accept his hand, revelling in the warmth as it weaves through your skin, causing goosebumps to ignite. “It’s lovely to meet you too, James.”

Lowering your hand, you don’t notice that it still remains in his as you both walk through the park. There’s a lot to be uncovered from you both, but maybe, just maybe doing it together won’t be so bad.

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comfort - rengoku kyojuro x reader a/n : sorry for not writing for a while. my poor self needed some comfort so i decided to write this. this is also inspired from the song butterfly's repose by zabawa so yeahhhhhhhhh tw : literally one swear word but- jhasfjh okay i'l put it here ig 1,485 words -------------- you once again were having one of those chemical imbalances in your brain that was causing not even a crumb of serotonin to produce in the central nervous system part of your brain.

it was extremely frustrating to deal with because one moment you'd be completely fine, or surprisingly happy, and for some reason something'd switch it off in your brain and you begin to think of your past mistakes and regrets, ruining your mood completely. it sometimes got to the point where there was no way to cope with it, and you had to fake a smile on your face frequently, which you think you're good at considering rengoku hasn't even noticed yet, and that man notices everything. literally everything. he can read you like a book and tell what you're feeling in the span of a fucking millisecond.

but faking an emotion can be very tiring after doing it for a while, and you were starting to slip up on your desperate act of trying to look happy. you could tell because rengoku started asking if you were okay more frequently, as if he didn't do it all the time because man does this fire boy care about you. you could only tell because of the concern that was beginning to plaster on his face the more he asked.

one fateful day for you, he 'put his foot down' and led you to a place that was remote of anyone hearing or god, even seeing.

the place was beautiful though. it was very well taken care of and littered with flowers and dangly trees. the aroma of the flowers were very strong and sweet, it was very comforting and you felt more at ease after rengoku gave you the 'wtf is going on' look and led you somewhere.

rengoku patted a big, clean rock for you to sit on and you obeyed, avoiding eye contact with him. you felt his eyes burning into your face as he kneeled down to your level. he slid his hand onto your outer thigh and raised his other hand onto your chin, turning your head towards him to make eye contact. you felt your heart hammer in your chest, trying to predict what he was going to do or say. was he trying to do the dirty? no, why would he be doing that here, of all places? you could sense the negative tension in the air, and whatever that was going to happen next wasn't going to be very fun for you. after you began looking at him in the eyes, he dropped his hand from your chin and grabbed both of your hands.

"y/n..." rengoku spoke. your eyes slightly widened at the soft tone in his voice. you weren't used to this at all, "i'm worried about you. for the past week you've seemed more down than usual. what happened?"

your breathing was beginning to get a bit raggedy from his now-intimidating presence. you weren't used to this at all. you were used to his happy, loud sounding voice. you were used to the warm smile almost always plastered on his face. but right now, it his face was full of worry and concern. you felt guilt for making him worry.

"i-" you paused. you felt your hands getting a bit clammy from the nervousness that you felt. all the memories and regrets flooded your head and all that anxiousness started to turn into sadness. you sat there with your mouth slightly open as you shrugged and shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes swiftly. rengoku acknowledged that and his face softened. he felt his heart ache for you. he hated seeing you upset, even if he's never seen it before to these measures. surely, you've been upset and he held you for a while, but he's never seen you cry. you always hid it from him. you wanted to be happy for him, you didn't want to bring his mood down or make him worry either.

tears began waterfalling from your eyes, biting your lip to contain the cries fighting to make it up your throat. rengoku frowned at the sight and felt his heart drop. he couldn't stand seeing you like this, so he just enveloped you, arms wrapping above your shoulders.

"you don't have to speak, just let it out..." rengoku muttered into your ear.

with those words and feeling his warmth surrounding you, you broke down into a fit of sobs. you hid your head into his shoulder and embraced him back, holding onto him so tightly as if your life depended on it.

his hand starting petting your head sweetly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head every few seconds. with every deep breath you took, a sob came out.

"kyojuro..." you croaked, breath extremely uneven, "i'm s-so sorry..."

"don't apologize, love. it's okay to let your emotions out, never feel ashamed about how you feel. what you're feeling right now is perfectly okay and it makes you human."

you nodded before continuing your meltdown. in a few minutes, your sobs quieted down into sniffles.

rengoku pulled away, examining your facial features. your bloodshot eyes, your puffy nose, and red cheeks. he softly smiled, wiping the dampness off of your cheeks with his thumb.

"you still look appealing even when you cry," rengoku smiled wider, rubbing your arm comfortingly. you softly grin at the compliment.

"what's going on to make you this upset, y/n?" rengoku questioned, face immediately changing back into the concerned look.

"there's nothing specific that really makes me sad, but i still feel upset regardless even if something positive happens. you don't do anything to make me sad, no one does anything to make me sad, it's just me. i get hit with these sad feelings out of nowhere and it's starting to become an everyday thing. it's really starting to concern me."

rengoku's face was just blank, but you could feel the sadness emanating from his aura. this man knew how to deal with physical pain quite well, but when it came to emotions, he felt so helpless. he just wanted so desperately to take away all of those negative emotions and put it on himself, even if he had his own problems, which he claims are just 'minor things'.

"how long have you been feeling this way?" rengoku quizzed.

the icky feeling after crying had subsided and was immediately replaced with guilt. you could tell that your answer wasn't going to make him feel any better. you could most definitely tell by the pained expression that lied on his face in response to your silence.

"well," you glanced around, thinking for a moment. you thought about lying about how long it's been, but it would make the situation only worse. your honestly will not only help you but make him feel better, since he can catch on to lies because like i said, he can read you like a book.

"it's been about two months..." your voice lowered to a hush, looking down to your hands lying on your lap, "i'm sorry for not telling you..."

his eyebrows furrowed upwards, "why didn't you tell me, baby?"

he took your hands into his and rubbed soothing circles into your palms, looking into your eyes that were once again brimming with tears.

"i just didn't want to make you worry about me, i just want you to be happy." you faltered and blinked the tears away. rengoku stared for a moment with his eyebrows still furrowed and lips pressed together. it was a more mournful face than a frustrated one.

he let go of a shaky breath before pulling you into his arms once more whilst rubbing your back in a soothing pattern, "i appreciate your concern, but i really want you to be happy too. if you're happy, i'm happy. thank you so much for telling me and being brave enough to do so. is there anything that i can do to help?"

you pulled away, "honestly, you just being here for me is enough. your love and affection and your presence is 100% enough. thank you for being so kind and lovely," you replied to his question, which put a smile on both faces. his was especially warm, like it usually was. but there was something about his smile this time that was so genuine. it was so full of love and that itself wanted to make you cry again.

you caressed his face with both hands before exchanging a mellifluous lingering kiss onto his lips. he kissed back and slid his hand onto your waist. before you could pull away, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek.

it was kind of funny because the sound of rengoku's stomach rumbling ruined the sweet moment. you didn't mind, though. the both of you erupted into a fit of laughter.

"hungry?"

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