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nananananaratking · 7 months ago

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The Jewelry store

"do you want diamonds, or cubic zirconia." The guy in the suit and fresh clean hair looks down on me. I try to fix my hair and I take off my gloves. I'm hoping he cannot see the lose threads and the layer of grease on my brow. I need to visit the thrift shop after this incounter. "I was wondering if you are hiring. "My name is Alison. I got a resume here" (it has wrinkled in the rain.) "I can work weekends and all hours" I know he isn't interested. It's not like I purposely dressed poor to go job searching. My clothes are only a week old from the second hand store. But like my entire personality, Everywhere I show up I am embarrassing. I should of put makeup on. I should of got a haircut. I didn't think. I thought I looked nice enough to walk into the jewelry shop. I just hope im standing right and speaking with respect to the man behind the counter. "my manager is not in right now but I'll take your resume." The situation has ended.

I walk across towards the end of the mall. The mixture of people contain children and old folks, some homeless and security guards. I smile at the security guards so they know I'm not a thief. I walk outside. Its not raining anymore, there is a double rainbow. I want to follow it. I want to find enough gold for my family. But nothing is that simple. There would be no gold. Just ruined sneakers from climbing mountains. I cannot afford to ruin my sneakers. Time to catch the bus. I barely make it in time but I cannot hitchhike today. Not enough energy.

I have arrived at home. Taken a shower and placed myself in a satin nighty. I have washed my face and brushed my hair. I feel happy. My husband is walking the dog. My cat (Diana) is curled in my lap. I have fed the fish and refilled the bird feeders. I begin to read a book my mother recommended last week. I don't necessarily care for the book but I intend to make her happy. Shes been in the hospital for 6 months (dialysis). I start to dose off.

"Woof woof" Hank licks my face. I can almost feel a border collie hair ball fall on me. So fluffy and warm he curls into my lap scaring Diana away. "I love and missed you so much" warm words trail off from Silvester. Its hard to focus when I'm fast asleep. I feel blankets being toppled onto me with little snuggles in between. I have been absolutely useless today and here I am being coddled by my family.

I move over the coffee cups on the messy bedside table too look at the clock. Its 3:37 am and I have heard a knock. I wonder if my mother has been released unexpectedly or if a neighbor is upset with me. I open the door, to my surprise it's the man from the jewelry store. My first thought is he thinks I stole something. I begin to get my story straight and align my sentences when he tells me with the biggest smile on his face that he has a surprise. "Okay what is it" I am extremely excited. My first thought is 'wow I've actually been hired' he must need me for this mornings shift. "I found a hole behind the jewelry shop, it's sparkly. And i think you might want to go look at it with me. Wouldn't that be fun." The out of his mind man waves jazz hands at me but he doesn't seem intoxicated. "Um okay" glowing portal, sparkles I'm not one to be skeptical of the situation. But it is a bizzare house visit at 3:37 am.

I get dressed and I kiss my husband. Give him a big squeeze. "I'm off on an adventure I will be home soon I love you." I hardly ask permission as he barely moves grumbles and goes back to sleep. I sit in the man's car, questions begin flowing in my brain. "What is your name?" "Darrel, I remember your name being Alison. Okay I know this is strange but I find you trustworthy. So please entertain this whole sparkly gate thing just for the car ride." Darrel does the jazz hands when he mentions the sparkles again. And I begin to wonder if he was also watching a jazz performance tonight when he imagined a sparkly portal. But I have never been to skeptical of magic and very few and far between have called me trustworthy. The car ride is about 12 minutes long and does not give much time for more questions. Other than quick discussion of current events and, a tiny bit of road rage at the two red lights along the way. We have arrived at the mall. It is 3:58 am.

Luckily instead of the security guards wondering the next morning why Darrel took a strange woman through the mall at 4 am, we go through the back door that leads right into the jewelry shop. "Come with me and then you'll believe me" Darrel is ecstatic and I follow him. He moves a few boxes. I can only imagine have thousands of dollars worth of jewelry inside. Low and behold there is indeed a sparkly hole in the wall. I can see why he said sparkly and not glowing because its not glowing. It is like diamonds gleaming out of the wall like a mine. It's not neon at all or producing any light other then when Darrel shines his flashlight on it. "Is it a mine?" I am completely in shock. The shop could be very rich. And I'm trusted with the information. "No it isn't, it's magic" Darrel seems to use Jazz hands a lot. "Here touch it" he grabs me and drags me over rather forcefully but with excitement and not aggression. "Okay, okay ill touch it" I laugh I need to be a tad skeptical to protect my integrity at this point. I touch the sparkles and my hand goes straight through them. "Just like the movies" I am astonished. "Lets climb through" Darrel jumps up with joy. "Are you sure." Now I'm worried. "It could be dangerous" I step back from Darrel, a tad bit rude. "We should throw something through it attached to a string" Darrel grabs a diamond (with no band) from the back. I'm not sure how much money he's going to risk on it but I do not ask. He attaches the diamond to a box cord with a splotch of ring glue and throws it through the sparkles.

Darrel pulls the diamond back. "I was right" I am extremely disappointed to see the diamond is now crushed into what someone can only call a marble. "So it's not safe" Darrel begins to cry. "Hold on the Cord was fine and our hands are fine something is up." I try to put the puzzle pieces together. "Do you have anything back here that is not a mineral or rock." "There's minerals in our hands and this cord" Darrel points out. "anything cheap to test." I just now realize how expensive that diamond was. "We should test the cubic zirconia. He is way ahead of me in clues and i begin to yawn.

Darrel pulls out a cubic zirconia in a silver band and splotches glue onto the cord. He tosses the ring through the gateway. He pulls back a perfect ring. I feel relieved no more money is damaged. "Lets go through" jazz hands return, I am not so convinced. I gester him to go first. "Wait remove your diamonds" I begin to chuckle and take off my blue agate wedding ring in a brass band just incase. Its lovely but what we could afford. He removes about 3 rings 2 bracelets and a necklace. I try not to envy but damn.

He walks through then I follow and what we see is astounding. Its the most beautiful site you could ever see. Its so bright in front of our eyes, is a diamond lake. Darrel walks onto it. Hes fine but oh my god why would he attempt. Its solid and he gestures me to join him. I follow him I am a Poor woman Id be stupid not to try my luck. I put my hands on the diamonds to try to remove some but it is frozen solid.

"Lets keep going" Darrel is more determined than I am. It is early and I wish I was home with Silvester. I do not think Darrel fancies me or my gender. So I do not worry about the journey as a betrayal. We have walked for 10 whole minutes. It must be almost 5 now. From the discussions in the shop. The experiments and journey. We must have killed 35-45 minutes time. At the end of the lake, there is a grass hill. Grass is odd in a diamond world. "We gotta test it Darrel" I pull him back with all my might so he doesn't get hurt. "Test with what. Diamonds crush diamonds in our world what would grass do." Darrel is upset.

"Throw your keys or something" I try to regain control of the situation for the safety of the both of us. "My keys have a diamond in each of them, I left them at the shop. You throw something." My new friend is thoroughly annoyed at me at this point. I should be able to trust grass but I just cant risk it.

I throw my keys onto the grass. Nothing happens. "Do you have anything else" Darrel has come around to see my point of view of the situation. "I have my wallet." I wasnt super excited to throw away my money and my family photos and and my grandpas wallet. But I needed to know. I throw my wallet and the grass is still safe. Up ahead a bird flies.

"Look at that bird" I point up at a weird dove. He has four wings. I do not think we are on earth anymore.

We step onto the grass. We are okay we see a lot more birds. All very beautiful. None with more or less than four wings. Suddenly something crawls across my feet. I look down its an opossum. At this point I'm weirded out and amazed i reach down and grab the possum. "What are you doing?" Darrel is confused at my actions. "Look 6 paws, why?" Darrel looks around for any hints or clues "is there a sun here" he rubs his chin. "I dont see one but its sunny" just as perplexed I mirror his hand-to-chin action. "Lets keep going" he needs answers. By this point I want to return home.

The grass was long. We saw lots of creatures with unusual number of limbs. But we had finally reached the end of the grass. At the end of the grass their was a mountain. "No more test we are climbing it" Darrel is tired and sweating, yet still determined. "Okay I trust you" remember Darrel finding myself trustworthy I decide to put some faith forward.

We begin the journey up a seemingly normal rocky mountain. It isn't extremely high more like a big hill. "We should of brought water" Darrel isn't jazzing no more but still eager. We couldn't possibly complain about the once in a life time journey. Other than it's early in the morning. We weren't going to be rich off the diamonds, and we haven't got any answers.

We climb for about 40 minutes. I begin to wonder if Silvester has woken up to take hank outside. I wonder if he is prepared for his carpenter test. I wonder if he is still in bed to get ten more minutes. We reach a cave.

This must be it. Darrel gasp for air. "Well let's do this" I need answers at this point. We begin walking through the cave. It has fire torches along the walls already lit. You'd expect cave paintings, but there isn't any. You'd expect wildlife. But just a few 4 winged birds and 6 legged chipmunks. I did see a two tailed lizard at the entrance, but other than a few creatures the cave seems pretty empty.

"Maybe this ends in the best hotsprings ever" Darrel laughs. But it ends at a door. "This is man made" I feel along the creaky wood. "A possum could not make this" I giggle and Darrel gives me a hug. I don't understand why he hugged me but It could be one of two things. The journey we've been on has made us close friends, or we might be running into answers at this very moment. "Should we knock". I feel a ton of hope at this moment. We knock. An average clean shaven man, with dark blue eyes, and wavy red hair. Answers the door. "Hello come in, come in" He seems unfazed.

"Where are we" Darrel asks first. "In Trasirda, my home, I'm the only one who lives in this land. And it ends at my house. I don't know how my paradise bled into your world, or how anyone would of found me. You see I won a lottery on my home planet Daxel in Galaxy 497s. My prize was a land I wanted. I chose all the creatures from Daxel, but none of the people. A garden as long as the eye can see. If you had walked the width, you would of never found me. A cave to live in, and read as many tall tales from every single planet. A lake of solid diamond and a mountain to pirch on. Look at this" the man had given us a few answers and pulled out a book. "I can turn this book into anything ive ever wanted to read from any world." The man showed us a few different books, Narnia from our land, Blobstock from his. A few others. Quite fascinating the hermit was. "Well you've traveled this long and I have won the lottery. Please take a couple diamonds on your way out but do not tell anyone about this. Or I'll be flooded with visitors. "The diamond's are frozen" Darrel raised his hand as if he had just been schooled. "Not on the way back" the gingered man began to laugh hysterically as we waved goodbye running down the hill.

Eagerly chasing the diamonds.

We got back to the lake in an hour and a halfs time. And the man was right the diamonds were free for the taking. We shuffled a few handfuls into our pockets as we walked toward the exit. "We're rich, we're rich" Darrel and I sang boasting until we got to the hole to our land. We walked through the portal. Our diamonds still intact. But the gateway had closed behind us. Darrel pushed and pushed trying to make the gate reopen. I put my hand on his shoulder. "All is done, the mans at peace and so are we. Nothing could be worse then if we turn this into greed." I tried reassuring that we had taken enough and had an amazing journey on its own.

It was time to go home. It was 8:12 am and i needed to fill Silvester in on what had happened. Tell him we'd be rich. When I had arrived home he was still asleep in our bed. Hank had definitely gone for a walk tho because there was no puddles and Diana had been fed. The fish were my job. Silvester had about 45 minutes to get to his carpenter exam. My mum had left me 3 voicemails. She had informed me she was doing very well and wanted to hear how i was enjoying the book. I see the morning bird's at the feeders each with two wings (which is a relief) I sat in silence for about ten minutes. Knowing I was about to inform the whole family, that the poverty was over.

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jolly-girl2u · 2 years ago

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A kitten?!

Joey jordison x GN!reader

A.N. Sorry about the slow updates and barely anymore stories, hope everyone is having a good day ��️

Summary: Reader surprises Joey with a kitten when they come home

Warnings: just really fluffy and cute.

I was at the animal shelter with Jim “just going in to have a look“, we were looking at all the cute cats until we came across a specific one, the little kitten had big sparkling eyes and it just looked into my soul and was begging me to take it home, so what did I do? Ummm....

I looked at Jim who seen the expression I was giving him, “oh no“ he sighed and shook his head, “please! Look at her eyes!“ I got him to look and I seen his features soften, “okay, I mean it is up to you“ he nods and laughs at my excitement, “oh my god I can’t wait to surprise joey!“

So I ended up adopting her, she had such soft fur, and was terrified at first. She eventually got comfortable with me, we bought the stuff she would need, bed, food and a litter box. On the car journey back to mine and Joeys house, she was very scared as you would be if you were being put into and unfamiliar environment.

We got out the car and I held her in my arms on the way to the door, Jim opened the door was I was too preoccupied and we went in to the living room. Jim sat on the couch and I called for Joey.

“Babe, Im back, I’ve got something for you or rather someone” I called on him and I eventually heard his feet coming through.

“What? Jim?“ he laughed before actually coming through the door and seeing me with the kitten in my arms, his eyes went wide. “you didn’t.“ he said, I nodded happily and put the kitten on the ground to let her explore, Joey sat on the couch beside Jim, looked up and smiled at me. “you really remembered what I told you a few months ago“ he smiled so wide like a kid on Christmas. The kitten started to approach her new dad, Joey put his hand out slowly, she backed away a bit and struck her paw out to scratch him terries, “ow!“ he flinched back a bit, Jim started laughing and Joey nudged him hard “not funny, man.“ I was sat on the floor and she came back over to me rubbing on me.

“hey no fair“ Joey pouted and leaned back crossing his arms, “haha she loves me“ I laughed at him.

She looked back over at Joey and started to slowly approach him, and then rubbed against his leg and joey just had the biggest grin on his face.

“not meaning to butt in of this adorable moment but you guys do need to name this little gal“ Jim said, “oh yeah! Ummm..” joey was deep in thought thinking of a name meanwhile our kitten crawled into his lap, I suddenly thought of a name, “how about....c/n (cats name)” “hmm c/n” joey looked at her trying the name out, “haha she sure seems like a c/n” joey nodded with approval, “welcome to the family c/n” “I’m glad you love her Joey” I went over to joey and kissed him on the cheek but received a tap on the cheek in the process, c/n gave me a face while snuggling into Joey, “fine I wont kiss him in front of you again!” I gave her a kiss instead which she seemed to allow, joey chuckled, “this is probably the best thing I’ve ever got, thank you so much” he gave me his puppy eyes and mines started to water because I seen how happy he was making me so happy aswell.

And thats the story of how we got our little c/n.

A/n. Sorry posts are really slow school came back and ive just been trying to focus on that as much as possible, Im gonna do and nsfw alphabet as it is “kinktober” anyways thanks for reading hopefully I’ll get back to posting more soon. ❤️

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jamesbuchananxsteviegrant · 3 years ago

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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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kazububs-archived · 2 years ago

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ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ʙᴀʙᴇ?

includes: Chifuyu Matsuno

summary: watching a horror movie with Chifuyu

wc: 850 / fandom: Tokyo Revengers

notes: this is for my #thrills n kills collab and @sennsational lullaby of woe collab!!

The trees brushed harshly against the window, casting deadly-looking shadows in the darkened room. Chifuyu glances around the room, taking in their shapes as he avoids the movie playing in front of you two. A gut-wrenching scream emits from the TV as Chifuyu’s breath hitches in his throat at the sound. His attention was fully on the TV as he bit his lip in anticipation.

Glancing to the side, you mumble “You okay, babe?” reaching out to grab his hand. Noticing the shaking you turn your attention to him fully. “Fuyu?” His glued eyes rip away from the screen to meet yours, “Ah-umm yeah? Sorry, what was that?”

Sighing, you slide over on the couch until your side is flush against Chifuyu’s. Laying your head on his shoulders, you intertwine your fingers. “We can watch something else if you want?” His voice cracks out a rushed reply, “No this is okay, im okay promise!” Sighing, you snuggle into his side more, letting the movie continue.

The plucks of strings increase your heart rate, as you subconsciously hold on tighter to Chifuyu’s hand. Eyes glued to the darkened screen, trying to make out a large figure standing in the doorway. They stomp forward, heavy boots against creaky hardwood floors.

The kitchen knife glimmers in the single light source of the moon shining through the kitchen window. They raise it up as a girl screams in terror, raising her arms in a futile attempt to protect herself. Her scream matches your own as you jump into Chifuyu’s chest.

Gripping your chest, your heart feels like it's going a million miles a minute as you try to catch your breath from the scare. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away as Chifuyu looks down at his chest, unsure of how to react. Should he put his arms around you? Should he just let you recover? Should he kiss the top of your head and whisper reassurances to you?

The TV radiates the woman’s voice as she pleads to be set free, the pleas of “I promise I won’t tell anyone! Please just let me go! Please” Snot and tears run down her face as the killer simply stares in vague amusement. They raise their weapon again, rusty red blood dripping off of it. Thrusting into her throat as gargled noises escape her as she weakly claws at the killer's forearm attempting to push them away in vain. With one last thrust of the knife, they rip it out of her throat to allow the blood to gush everywhere, and her limp body falls to the ground.

Gripping Chifuyu’s shirt, you peek through your lashes to look up at him only to notice he’s looking down at you. “You okay, doll?” He whispers out, arms hovering over you, unsure of what he’s supposed to do.

Pouting up at him, you latch on harder, pushing him back into the couch. It takes him a second to regain his composure but when he does, Chifuyu smiles down at you, wrapping his arms around your back to pull you in closer, “Don’t worry babe, I’ll protect you.” he whispered out, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head.

The movie continues as the final group of characters attempt to make a plan on how to change the game and kill the killer. “Okay, what do you know about him?”

They form ideas on their weaknesses, “We know that they’re weak to water, right? I mean that’s how they died in the first place.” One pipes up, as another guy barges in, “So what? We’re supposed to dump some water on them and hope it melts?!” The comment is met with silence and lowered eyes. No one wants to admit it but he’s right, how were a bunch of average teenagers supposed to kill this 7ft beast of a “human” if you could even call it that anymore.

A brunette rubs her neck, pacing around the small cabin. “I know, okay okay everyone!” She grabs their attention, stopping in front of the cabin door. Rotting wood fills her senses, but she chooses to ignore it. “Okay I have an idea, so we know its weakness and we know we can use it against them so my plan i-”

A scream rips through her lungs as her throat collapses in on itself, a large grim covered hand reaches through the door window, shattering the glass into her back. The group screams in unison as they scramble away from the door in fear, a futile attempt to make any distance as it blocks the only exit.

You and Chifuyu seem to jump at the same time, holding on tightly to each other. A flow of swears leaves his mouth as you bury your face in his chest. The cracking sound of bones echoes out of the speakers as you let out a high-pitched squeal to attempt to drown out the noise. Chifuyu’s arms tighten around your frame as he mumbles out a quiet “I got you, baby.”, snuggling into him for protection. “Thank you, Fuyu.”

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imsotired0 · 2 years ago

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I swear to god that I'm gonna kill myself soon ughhhh

I wish I could kill myself but like not die

I want everyone around me to cry over little bitch boy max while I continue living

I don't wanna be gone I just want everyone to love me

and the only way they will ever fucking love me is if I get up out if bed and down a aspirin bottle

But I'm to fucking lazy to do that huh?

I'm already snuggled up in bed and warm and to lazy to go one door down and grab a pencil sharper

I'm do depressed to be depressed lmao

And tomorrow I'll see my family,and I'll smile, and I'll tell myself that life's worth living, then I'll see my girlfriend hit me again, then ill be ashamed for my hyperfixations again, then my mom will tell me I have nothing to be depressed about even when she knows a can and will make myself bleed again.

And I cant even let myself bleed

Her and her friends have been talking about me, even though it's been a year since she put words in my mouth

Apparently I show off my self harm even though when I sh I had gym and couldn't help it.

They expect me to cover up and be ashamed

But im not

You can't even see it anymore

And I'm too scared because I don't want her to hate me even though I have not said a single fucking word to her.

I don't want to because when my friend broke up with her girlfriend it was "because she self harms" EVEN THOUGH ALL SHE DID WAS OPEN UP TO YOU

AND ALL YOU DID WAS BLAME HER

AND EVERYONE BLAMES HER

EVERYONE WILL BLAME ME

AND EVERYONE WILL HATE ME

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY I HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPYI HAVE TO BE HAPPY

I'm so tired

I want this to be over

I'm so fucking unoriginal

I'm a depressed tean ranting on TUMBLR IN 2022 WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

I have this bitch looking like the get out of my head poem or all work and no play makes jack a dull boy

And I hate it

I hate that I can't talk to anyone

I hate that no one will read all of this

I hate that I have to convince my girlfriend to even look me in the eye, yet I left a love letter in her locker

Fuck I'm lying now

We don't have lockers

I left it in her art shelf

Which means she probably didn't see it

Why am I writing this?

Shouldn't I just go back and fix the line?

I don't want to

I'm so lazy to do anything

I can't even scroll up and just fix the goddamned line

I can't do anything right

I can't fucking breathe anymore without someone judging me

And if I am anything other then happy I will lose my girlfriend

I'll lose my friends

Again

I worked so hard for friends

New friends I mean

After she blamed me everyone sorta split

One friend stayed with me

4 friends stayed with her

The others sit in the middle

I'm only allowed to interact with them with she's not around

I can say hi to my friends in 7th period

But heaven forbid I even look at their table during art

Ooo she gets mad over that

She tells off my friends for doing stuff with me even though we have theater

I HAVE TO FUCKING PRACTICE

And I ruin their lives too

My in the middle friends I mean

I ruin everything

But I'm not allowed

One of my friends about 2 years back or so had a online friend.

He is (mostly) aroace, but he had a massive crush on his friend.

Then they killed themselves

Then he tried to kill himself

4 times

I got the idea of cutting from him actually

I saw is arm one day

A month later as I was yelling over contacts (fucking pathetic ik) I got the idea

I still had my sharper from the beginning of the year

I'd grab some scissors

Take the blade out

And cut my self

I think my mom knew that night

She kept my out in the living room long enough for it to die down

When I did it I wasn't blinded by rage or sadness

I was entirely sober

Which made it worse

Now I cant be anything but happy

Or he will get sad and make is 5th or 6th attempt

And if I lose him I'm killing myself

One of my friends is my girlfriends identical twin.

We met first actually

And she is definitely jealous I care about her sister more

And of course everything is wrong in her perfect world

Her schedule 'sucks' and that was enough for her to try to kill herself

Twice

And I'm so tired to deal with someone who randomly makes suicide letters in art class and someone who have brake downs after the first mention of suicide

So I have to support her

And him

It sucks

But I have to

Or she'll attempt again

And if I lose her im killing myself

Alright im out of my fit mostly im probably gonna go read smut or watch porn or something

I don't even like porn lmao

If you read this you are a slay 💅

#sh twt #styroblr #styrotwt #sh blog #suicudal #beanstwt #vent tag #vent tw #kys tw

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elliesguitarstrings · 4 years ago

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Ok ok ok so how about this! Reader is scared of horror movies and spiders! Like shit scared and Peter constantly teases her about it (her knowing about Spider-Man is up to you). So one day him, reader, mj, Ned are having a sleepover at peters and during the horror movie reader gets scared n screams..and Peter teases her again so she gets hurt and runs to his room. He goes after her to apologise but then tells her not to turn around or something and reader thinks he’s just teasing her again and wants to walk away but then peter just kisses her! Cause there was actually a spider behind her and Peter panicked cause he didn’t want reader to get scared again.

Cue Ned n mj being so happy cause they finally confessed and end up embarrassing Peter.

This is so specific sorry but thank you🥺❤️

this is so cute!!! i wrote this really quickly so sorry if there are some typos :/

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“Okay guys, what should we watch?” Peter asks as he crawls out from the makeshift pillow fort in his living room.

You, Ned, MJ, and Peter were all spending the night at his house. Seeing as it’s already the middle of the night and you’re all extremely tired, you decided to watch a movie before you go to bed.

MJ smirks, “We should watch It!” This earns nods of approval from everyone... well everyone except for you.

“Absolutely not!” you deadpan, “I am not watching a scary movie before I go to seep. No way.”

Ned laughs, “Come on Y/N, it’s more funny than scary. Plus it’s not even that scary anyways, you’re such a baby.”

“Am not! I just don’t like scary movies!”

“Y/N, you made me turn off A Bug’s Life because you were too freaked out that the bugs were talking. You’re a baby.” Peter chuckles.

“I just don’t like bugs okay? Sue me!”

“Yeah I’m surprised she still lets you hang around since you’re Spiderman Peter. Hey Y/N did you know he can summon an army of spiders whenever he wants?” Ned jokes.

You’re eyes go wide, “What? Peter is that true? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“Oh no it’s not a joke, I can control all spiders. Actually, why don’t I get some to come over here right now?”

You shriek, “Nononono! Peter don’t please don’t!”

Ned, Peter, and MJ all burst out laughing. “He can’t actually do that Y/N, he was just being stupid.” MJ giggles.

You breathe out a sigh of relief, though you’re extremely embarrassed. You did just kind of prove their point that you were scared of basically everything. You know that they’re just joking around, but it still hurts your feelings a little.

“You know what,” you announce, “let’s watch It, who cares if it’s scary.”

Peter raises his eyebrows, “Oh, are you sure? We really don’t have to watch it if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s fine. I want to. Let’s do it.” You don’t actually want to watch it. But you do want to prove your friends wrong. So you’re just going to have to push through for this one.

“Well okay then, guess we’re watching It!” Peter grabs the remote and turns on the movie, crawling back to his spot next to you.

Already you’re hating this. Even the intro has creepy music that puts you on edge. The movie hasn’t even properly started yet and it’s still freaking you out. You snuggle deeper into your spot on the couch and hope that you are able to fall asleep before any of the really scary parts. You figure that nothing super scary will happen in the first ten minutes, so as long as you drift off before then you’re fine.

Unfortunately, you’re very wrong. Not even five minutes into the movie and there’s already a creepy clown pulling a kid into a sewer. You aren’t expecting it, and the jump scare makes you scream. You bury your head in the pillow, trying to get the terrifying image of Pennywise the clown out of your head.

Instead of comforting you or making sure you’re okay, your friends just laugh.

“Hey, guys, maybe we should turn this off I think it’s a little too much for baby Y/N here.” Peter chokes out in between laughs.

“Yeah, maybe we need to turn on a Disney movie instead.” Ned adds.

“I don’t know guys, the villains can be pretty scary, that might even be too much for her!” MJ giggles.

You’ve had enough. You don’t want to spend any more time with your friends tonight if all they’re going to do is make fun of you. You throw your blanket off and stand up from the couch carefully as not to knock the fort down. You quickly crawl out from under it and storm off to Peter’s room leaving your friends in silence. You slam the door shut, but question when you don’t hear it click. You spin around to see Peter holding the door open, staring at you.

“Peter, go away, I don’t want to hear you make fun of me anymore.”

He slips into the room and closes the door behind him. “I’m not here to make fun of you, I promise.” he pauses. “Y/N I’m sorry, we were just trying to poke fun, we weren’t trying to hurt your feelings. Well, at least I wasn’t, I cant speak for Ned and MJ but Im sure they weren’t either.”

“Well it wasn’t funny Peter. I get that you think of me as a baby because I’m scared of everything but I can’t help it. The least you could do is make sure I’m okay.”

“I know, and again I’m really sorry for not doing that. It was stupid of me to make fun of you and I should have just turned on another movie. I hate seeing you hurt and now I can’t even tell you how bad I feel.”

You can tell that he’s being genuine and that he truly feels bad, so you decide to forgive him. He is your best friend after all, he wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you. “It’s okay Pete, that you for apologizing.” you smile.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were gonna be mad at me forever.” He rushes towards you and engulfs you in a big hug, nestling his face in your neck. “I swear it won’t happen again.”

You giggle, “Thank you Pete, but can we please go back out there and watch a different movie?”

He looks up at you, his arms still wrapped around your middle, “Oh, yeah sure.” He pulls away from you slowly and you start to turn around towards the door to head back out until his eyes widen. “DONT TURN AROUND!”

You’re taken aback, staring at Peter with furrowed brows. “Huh?”

He looks at you sternly, “Don’t. Turn. Around.”

You sigh, “Peter come on, we just talked about this. I told you not to make fun of me like that anymore. You promised.”

“I’m not joking. Seriously don’t look behind you.”

“Oh my god Peter you’re too much.” You start to turn around to head back out when he grabs your arm harshly, pulling you towards him. Before you know it, his lips are on yours and his arms are back around your waist.

Holy shit. You’re best friend is kissing you. The boy you’ve liked for years is literally kissing you!

Before you get the chance to really kiss him back, he pulls away. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to do that I just didn’t know how else to make you not turn around so I kissed you and I shouldn’t have done it and now I’ve messed everything up and-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his once again, this time truly getting to kiss him. You wrap you arms around his neck with his still snaked around your waist. He pulls you impossibly closer and your lips move in sync, as if they were made for each other. You finally pull away when you run out of breath, your forehead resting against Peter’s.

“Woah.” he whispers.

“Yeah.”

“So I take it that you like me back?” Peter asks.

You giggle, pressing another quick peck on his lips, “Yeah, I’d say so.”

“Awesome.” he pauses, looking behind you at the door. “There’s a spider behind you by the way.”

“What?” you freak out, jumping up and forcing Peter to catch you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter laughs, “I did! But you insisted that I was just joking. So I had to kiss you instead.”

“Oh. Well, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. I got to kiss you.” Peter smirks causing you to blush. “Can I put you down now so I can take are of this spider?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.”

He captures the spider and throws it out the window, not wanting to kill it. You both walk back to the living room hand in hand to see a giggling Ned and MJ.

“I was wondering how long that was gonna take for you to finally get together.” MJ smirks.

You blush, “How did you-”

“We heard everything, including you screaming about the spider.” Ned laughs.

“Shut up!” you giggle.

“Whatever, just please don’t be making out in our fort while Ned and I are trying to sleep. At least get a room.”

You and Peter blush, but MJ and Ned usher you over into the fort. Peter sits down and you snuggle in his lap, his arms wrapped around you to keep you warm. Much to your chagrin, MJ turns It back on, but Peter’s warmth lulls you to sleep quickly and you miss the majority of the movie, sleeping comfortably in his arms.

#anon #request #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #peter parker blurb #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #soph writes #soph's blurbs

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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brbrbbr i don't have as much of an idea for this but maybe like. reader has anger problems and is easy to piss off so eduardo is not the best person for them to be around but they were dating jon so they dealt with it for him, but now it's after his death and they and eduardo are both trying to mourn so they just start taking it out on each other and mark has to try and intervene before it goes too far (whether physical or someone just says something over the line)

Ironically you've given me an excellent angsty idea :3

...............

"I thought she said we were stupid."

"....I'm gonna-"

"Punch you in the face?" You scowled at Eduardo before he could fully finish the threat. "Because that's exactly what I'm gonna do if you dare fucking finish that statement."

He just returned the glare in kind. "You couldn't even hurt a-!"

"H-Hey, please don't fight here." Jon spoke up. He didn't like seeing the growing tension between you both, so he hugged your arm and tried to pull you away. Even though he knew you just had a bad temper, he was scared you'll actually hurt somebody one day.

"Come on, [y/n]...let's forget about these dumb ghosts and spirits and go back inside." He pleaded.

You glanced back at your boyfriend, sighing. "Whatever. He can deal with it on his own."

If it were up to you, both of you would've moved out so you didn't have to see Eduardo's stupid angry face all the time. But Jon insisted on staying, reassuring you that he might just be "jealous" for now..despite Mark telling you that he's always been like this and won't change.

You decided to suck it up whenever you visited them, occasionally bringing over diet cola so Eduardo would shut up and not bother you. Usually it worked, but other times he'd just glare at you and Jon--especially Jon--with envy.

After heading inside and going to Jon's room, you both cuddled on the bed together. Though you noticed he was still pouting as he put his head on your chest, which made you frown slightly.

"What's up, Jonny?" You ruffled his hair. "Talk to me."

"[Y/n], can you..at least try to get along with him better?"

"....I..umm..I don't-"

"I know he's not the best person to be around but..I-I'm just scared you'll leave me because you don't want to deal with him anymore. And I feel like..all the fighting is my fault."

"Wha...Jon, it's not your fault at all." You hugged him closely. "I love you, and there's no way in hell I'm breaking up with you just because of anything that dumbass says. I've been trying to manage my anger better, I promise. He just makes it..hard for me to have self-control sometimes."

"I believe you." Jon snuggled with you more. "But can you promise me you'll try? If I'm not around I..don't want you tearing the place up. Sure, there's Mark but I'd feel bad if-"

"Okay, okay. I promise I'll try to get along with him. For you."

"Yay! Thank you, sweetums." He giggled, smiling as he closed his eyes. "I know Eduardo can be a real jerk but I don't take what he says to heart. I think it's just his own..special way of showing friendship."

'Friendship my ass.' You thought, but you just sighed and tried to relax.

Maybe it was only jealousy. You'll never know for sure.

But if he had faith in you and Eduardo getting along then..you'll believe him.

"You know, if it weren't for him I would've torn this place apart by now."

"Then what's stopping you? It's not like he's gonna walk through the door anymore."

"Don't go there, Eduardo..just don't." Clutching the necklace Jon had gifted you, you glared at Eduardo. He was sitting beside you, just blankly staring into his empty soda can. The bags under his eyes have become more prominent as time passed.

As every day since Jon's death passed.

Even now you could still recall that day clearly: he was dying in your arms, making a joke when Eduardo pleaded for him to say something, before begging you two to get along as his last wish.

Sadly, neither of you got to tell him whether you'll keep that promise.

In fact, given the exchange you two were having now, that promise seemed almost impossible to keep.

Of course, Eduardo had every right to grieve. But you couldn't understand why he's suddenly so remorseful after the fact..only after the damage was done and he couldn't take back what he said to Jon.

"I wish you were dead."

His words were just out of earshot to you, though you knew damn well who he was talking about and chewed him out for saying such things.

Little did you know...that bastard was gonna get his wish granted.

"Look, [y/n]...Jon was-"

"Was what?" Your impatience only grew. "An idiot? Your punching bag? Don't tell me he was your friend when all you've done was treat him like shit..like he was stupid."

"I didn't always treat 'im like that," Eduardo looked equally annoyed. "I valued him as a friend!"

"Well it's too damn bad he never got to hear that." Tears brimmed your eyes as you held the necklace to your chest. "You only care after he's gone...heartless bastard.."

Of course you were going to regret those words later on, but you didn't care. You didn't think the person who wished your boyfriend death had any right to feel this way.

His hands trembled as he held the mug, staring at you with wide eyes. "Y-You think..I'm heartless?!!"

"Yeah, you are! I bet you wanted him dead, didn't you?!" Your voice rose despite its shakiness. "All because you were so fucking jealous that he actually got a date and your lonely ass can't even keep a partner for a month!"

"S-Stop it.." Now you were pushing his buttons, reminding him of things that he didn't want to remember.

"I bet you're happy he's gone, I bet you're happy that explosion killed him-"

"WELL I WISH IT KILLED ME INSTEAD!!" He finally shouted at the top of his lungs, throwing the can to the floor and standing up. With clenched fists he glared down at you, seething red and his eyes tearful. "Every damn day I wish I died instead of him!! I-I may not be a good friend..I'll admit I'm fucking terrible. But god I never hated him or you!!"

You were stunned into silence, never realizing that's how he felt all along.

That he wanted to be the one who died instead..

Although your own hands were shaking, you didn't know what to do or say. But in that moment Mark decided to come in after hearing your argument turning for the worse.

"So much for my afternoon nap..." He rubbed his eyes, before gazing at you two sadly. "That's enough, guys. You can't keep doing this."

"Sh-Shut up, Mark." Eduardo stammered. "This doesn't-"

"I'm still living under this roof, so it concerns me too." The blonde sighed. "Listen, we're all hurt over losing Jon, regardless of how we may have acted towards him. This is not what he would've wanted..to see you two tear each other apart."

He was talking like a disappointed parent would, but there was truth to his words.

Eduardo just sniffled and wiped his sleeve over his eyes, sitting back down while being as far away from you as he could. You averted your gaze to fiddle with your necklace; there was a deep pit of regret in your stomach.

Only now you were starting to see the hypocrisy in yourself: you were hurting him by saying things you couldn't take back.

It never occurred to you until now, but...damn.

'Jon would never want me to turn out like him..'

Mark sat in the space between you both. "I understand you two don't have the best chemistry but..at least try to honor his wish. It would make me happy and less..awkward every time I walk in the room."

As he put both arms around you, he brought you and Eduardo closer. You just exchanged glances, still feeling bitter and sad about the words you've spoken.

Honestly, he could've kicked you out of the house and told you to never come back.

But he didn't.

Maybe he truly does want to get along with you, just as much as you wanted to get along with him.

In due time you might forgive each other and try again.

For Jon's sake.

#o uch this hurt me too ;n;#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew jon x reader #jon x reader #ew eduardo x reader #eduardo x reader #angst

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h2bakugou · 4 years ago

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aaa i heard ur requests are opeeen can i ask for a bakugo oneshot where he feels annoyed after an argument with deku and he comes to the reader's dorm for cuddles?

a/n: yes!! this is v cute <3 i need some soft bakugou bc i just woke up and im so tired lmfao and all i want is to cuddle with this fool.

summary: after an argument with deku, bakugou storms into your room. he doesn’t say much but his neediness speaks loud and clear for him.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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“Stupid fuckin’ Deku.” Bakugou groans as he slams the door to the gym. Bakugou was angry, upset, and certainly didn’t want to deal with any other bullshit today.

Deku was almost positive that was going to happen, but he was just trying to be honest. Bakugou wasn’t as arrogant as he had been being, but there was still that bit of arrogance inside of him that needed a spark to ignite.

Storming off after having enough of the green-haired kid that he refused to believe was passing him, Bakugou only wanted one thing.

You.

He didn’t care if you were busy, he just need you. He needed to be close to you. He hated how he melted around you, how he was just able to become putty in your hands.

At first, he thought he was bruising his ego just being around you, but he learned real quick that you weren’t going to take any of that shit from him. If he wanted to be around you then he should, you weren’t going to put up with him being an egotistical jerk all because he wanted to look all big and tough.

That being said, Bakugou was naturally an egotistical jerk. But somehow, and Bakugou doesn’t like to give you all the credit but he knows it’s all your doing, you changed him.

He may not show or talk about it, but if he’s in a good mood, chances are he probably talked to you that day. You guys text often, so much so that he’s even given you a goofy nickname in his phone.

And maybe his camera roll is filled with those pictures he took of kissing you, vowing to never let anyone see them.

Back to the point, Bakugou is one (1) fool in love for you.

Entering the dorm, Bakugou is emitting waves. And everyone in the common room can feel them. The pure tension and anger seeping out every visible pore on Bakugou’s body is palpable as he stomps toward the stairs.

“Bakugou you feelin’ alright?” Kirishima is quick to ask, Kaminari and Sero also perking up at the discomfort their friend seems to be in.

Ignored.

Bakugou doesn’t even glance in their direction to give them some sort of recognition, which he’d apologize for later but right now, he needed to see you. He wasn’t playing games anymore. He was angry, he didn’t want to talk, or try and even seem in a better mood.

Your scared half to death when Bakugou slams your door open, causing you to jump out of your skin as you look over at him in the doorway. The door is shut almost as fast as it opens and he approaches you.

“Hey, you could’ve-”

Bakugou practically picks you up and throws you on the bed and at first thought, your face begins to feel hot.

But as soon as Bakugou kicks his shoes off and climbs in bed beside you, wrapping his arms over you, hugging you close to him, burying his head in your chest, you begin to see the real reason he needed you on the bed.

Cuddling.

You follow suit and wrap your arms around him, tangling your legs with his, running your fingers through his head, giving him a light scalp massage. His hums of approval, which are extremely quiet, are just loud enough for you to hear.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly, knowing you probably won’t get an answer, but you still wanted to ask, even if you’re just acknowledging he’s not okay. Bakugou doesn’t respond right away. A few minutes pass in utter silence before he speaks against you, his cheek pressed against your collar, his lips blowing breath across your neck.

“Stupid Deku. He’s just getting on my last fuckin’ nerve. I’m tired of him acting like he’s not better than anyone. He’s so fucking humble that it’s irritating.” Bakugou groaned.

You wanted to laugh, but you knew it was best not too. A part of Bakugou was still very much childhood friends with Deku, even if that part of Bakugou was sandwiched between the repression of that memory and issues that he probably needs to bring up with a therapist.

“Do you wanna know what I think?” You ask, rubbing his head some more, your fingers twisting the tufts of his hair lightly, closing your eyes as you snuggle next to your boyfriend.

A grunt of approval from Bakugou is all you need as you give your input on the situation.

“You guys are on the same level, but completely different speeds. I don’t think you realize how influential you are to your friends, like Kiri or Kami. Deku��s got his own way of bringing his friends up, and being humble may just be his way of doing that.” You explain.

Bakugou’s crimson eyes flick up to look at your face, and he’s now aware that your eyes are closed. He admires how peaceful you look.

“Even if you are right, it’s still annoying.” Bakugou mumbles against you as he moves, now burying his head in the crook of your neck, placing a few sweet kisses against your skin.

“And that’s okay. Your feelings are completely valid.” You hug him closer, enjoying the feeling of him beside you. You didn’t get to cuddle often, but when you did, you cherished every second of it.

Bakugou didn’t speak after that. And soon he realized your head scratches had stopped as well. When he glanced up, you were sound asleep, and every feeling of anger or unpleasantness just melted away.

In that very moment, he held you impossibly closer to him, snuggling into you as much as he could, even going as far as to throw a blanket over the two of you, the one his parent’s had gifted you.

Falling asleep beside you was easy, Bakugou was so at peace he just drifted right off to sleep.

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Upon waking up, Bakugou is shocked to see you still asleep. You’re laying your head on his chest now, having switched positions a few times while sleeping.

He doesn’t want to move in fear of waking you up, but he figures it’s best to try and get back to his dorm. But after second thought, he decides to stay. Setting an early alarm to wake up to so he can get ready for school.

Bakugou begins to absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes again. You nuzzle into his warm touch, scooting closer to him.

It’s the relief Bakugou needed. Your touch, your voice, your presence alone seemed to soothe him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years ago

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Opposites attract (Paul Lahote x Reader) Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing?

Word Count: 1.7k

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Life had a round about way of giving you what you had longed for all along.

You had spoke to Paul for hours up on the mountain side, the world around you quiet as the only thing you could focus on was him. You sat side by side, invisible sparks crackling between warm skin as he told you everything there was to know about your new found wolfiness. He reassured you that even though you were mates, it didn’t mean you had to feel pressured into anything, an imprint was there to be anything for their other half, a friend, a lover.. You shivered at the sound of being Paul Lahote’s lover, you had to stop yourself from pinching yourself a few times.

It was dark by the time you made the descent down the frosty mountain, in normal circumstances you would have most likely died of hypothermia by now, but as you’d established, life was anything but normal.

You were laughing at something Paul had said when you heard a twig snap in the distance, it caught Pauls attention to, he tensed, pushing you behind him. Your face scrunched against his back as a foul smell invaded your senses and that’s when it happened.

A flash of red hair was all it took for your body to start quivering.

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“So that was a vampire?” You were changing back into clothing, your other stuff shredded in the shift. “I thought they would look… less human?” Your nose scrunched up when you thought about the vampire stench that came off the one they called Victoria.

You looked towards Paul who was tense with a capital T. He was mad that he didn’t sense her approach sooner, hating the fact that you were newly shifted and still had much to learn about being a wolf. What if something had happened to you? Luckily the red headed vamp disappeared when you and Paul started chasing her, the pack had followed behind in a second, your link alerting them to the threat nearby.

You walked closer to him, scared that he might be too angry. His back was rippling and his muscles tensed. Your small warm hand reached up to touch the space between his shoulder blades and it was like magic. In an instant he relaxed as invisible electrical current crackled between your skin.

He turned slowly and looked down at you, his gaze warm and calm when he looked into your eyes. He took your hand and pulled you into him, your bodies colliding in a much needed embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head. You sighed and snuggled your face into his toned chest as his arms came around you like a cocoon of safety.

“Yes Y/N, that, was a vampire. The only reason she’s here is because of the fucking Cullens and their pet project.” You felt his jaw tense on the top of your head, your hands rubbing small circles on the lower part of his back.

“What do you mean their pet project?” You hadn’t found out about Bella yet and her involvement with the Cullens. Vampires were your natural enemy now, but some part of you still found it romantic that a blood sucking demon fell in love with a human. A human that you didn’t really know, had only met in passing when she was little and used to visit the Blacks. Since then, you’d never seen her again, but by the sounds of things, you’d be seeing her very soon.

Sam had agreed to helping the Cullens. The pack had a treaty with them but it was unheard of for Wolves and Vampires to help each other, at least that’s what you were told anyway, you were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that when you got angry a bushy tail would maybe appear.

Alice, one of the Cullens, could see the future? Honestly things were still feeling like a dream. Anyway, she could see the future and had a vision of a big bad newborn vampire army appearing from the watery depths below and invading forks. Naturally the Cullens would have handled it on their own if they could, but the numbers predicted were too many and they needed help. That’s where you guys came in. They would never see you coming.

“So were going to learn how to fight these newborns?” Paul had sat down while giving you the lowdown, his arms never leaving your waist, he just plopped you on his knee instead. You felt him tense again.

“Paul if you tense anymore you’re going to break a bone.” Your fingers found the back of his head, playing with and twisting the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re not going to learn to fight anything.” That made you halt your finger twirling. You looked at him with a scowl and he raised an eyebrow as if saying “try me.”

“Im a wolf like the rest of you now, just because i’m your soulmate doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know how to defend myself or learn how to.. you know… be a frikin wolf! What if you weren’t around and some vampire came about and boom, Y/N doesn’t know how to defend herself, then what?” You stood up from his lap, pacing slightly in front of him.

“I’ll never leave your side so you don’t have to worry about that babe.” That made your heart flutter but also angered you at the same time.

“As much as I love that Paul, it’s not realistic, what if Sam sends me off with other members of the pack or what if something comes up and you’re just not around? You can’t guarantee that you’ll always be around.” You watched Paul huff. Actually huff life a child would when they were told off.

“Awh come on you big baby, i’ll be fine!” You were interrupted by Sam and Emily coming through the door, Quil, Embry and Jake following behind, Leah coming in seconds after the rest.

“Who’s fine where, what?” Leah grabbed a cookie from a bowl Emily put out, she still want gotten over the feeling of betrayal when Sam left her to go to Emily, but you thought you saw a glimpse of… something there. Maybe she was getting used to being around them and the guys more. You’d like to think it would help now that you’d be around too, she had a confidant, a shoulder to lean on. You’d have to talk to her after, when you were both alone, find out if she was okay with everything going on. It’s not exactly like you could help it, but still, you wouldn’t be a good friend if you didn’t at least check in.

“Nothing, Paul is just worried about me learning to fight with the rest of you guys, you know, for the big, impending doom of the vampire army.” Sam frowned.

“I have to admit, I kinda agree with Paul on this one.” Leah stopped munching on her cookie when Sam finished his sentence. Embry and Quil looked around awkwardly and Jake wasn’t really paying too much attention.

“The training starts in two days and you’ve only just turned for the first time today, it might be too early for you to gain control over your wolf.”

You couldn’t believe Sam was siding with Paul. What the hell was the point of you turning and being chosen to be a Wolf, being told you’d have to give up everything you’d been working towards, for you to then be told you can’t fight and do what the fuck you were designed to now do.

“This is bullshit. I was perfectly fine being a normal girl, studying, working towards something I’d been dreaming of my whole life. Now this happens and you tell me i’m not ready. Whatever.” Leah stood at the same time you did, you heard Paul’s chair scrape back.

“Babe come on, it’s not like that.” You glared at him.

“Then what’s it like Paul, because i’m sure if I was a guy and didn’t have an imprint and the roles were reversed, i’d be training with the rest of you, newly shifted or not.” You grabbed your phone and house keys and made your way to the door, Leah walking beside you, most likely knowing exactly how you felt.

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The next morning you woke to 20 missed calls and 40 texts, mostly from Paul a couple from Sam, one from Emily and even one from Jake. You snorted as you turned over in bed, noticing Leah sprawled out like a starfish, mouth hanging open, hair in every direction. Same old Leah.

You opened the message from Emily, wondering what she would have to say, she wasn’t someone you’d really spoke to before because of the whole love triangle but she seemed nice.

“I spoke to Sam about how unfair it was for you to miss out, all sorted ;)” .. what the hell did that mean?

Then you read the messages from Sam. “Training starts tomorrow at 8am, don’t be late, sorry about what happened the other day, i’m not used to having a pair of imprints in the pack.”

You could see where he was coming from. As the leader it was probably hard to always please everyone and Sam was obviously siding with Paul because he’d been part of his pack longer, friends when they were younger and he knew what it felt like to have the need to protect your mate. Still, they would just have to get used to it.

Leah soon woke and then left, pack duties. You would be put on duties soon enough, but first, you needed training. So that left you with a day of doing nothing, well, that was until you heard a knock on your.. bedroom window?

You grabbed the first thing that was closest to you for protection, a hairdryer. You hadn’t opened your curtains yet so couldn’t see what horror awaited, what if that red headed vamp followed you, but wait, wouldn’t you smell her? Or are your abilities not heightened enough yet? You got closer to the window when there was a knock again. The closer you got the happier you felt. Frikin Paul. Curtains pulled back, balcony door opened, your soulmate stumbled through wearing nothing but shorts.

“Babe, you’re a werewolf, were you seriously going to attack me with a hairdryer?"

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Puppy Love

Paring: Hirugami x f!reader

Cw: NO SMUT, FLUFF ONLY, pregnancy/family mention, subspace mention, cheating mention

A/N: Gami brainnrot ever since @/chaotickatts said we were compatible, and thanks to @/kmorgzz for the idea

fun fact: i “stole” my first puppy and got a three year old purebred gsd for free, and also my former pug (rest in peace baby) (that i also go for free) and my best friends Pomeranian were also close as us.

I abuse the park trope

Summary: Walking dogs with the love of your life

Word count: 1.3k

You don't know what compelled you to let him have the little lap dogs to walk, or why you choose the biggest one, the heavy set lab, only 6 months old, dragging you around like a rope.

You two volunteered to walk the dogs at the shelter so they could get their kennels cleaned, you immediately finding the dogs that matched yourself personality, hyper and uncontrollable waiting to be ‘freed’ from the room.

The yellow lab, named honeybun, wouldn't leave your side, slapping his paw at you trying to get your attention, you immediately cooing at how cute he was.

“Hirooo, look how cute he is'' you said, batting your eyelashes at your boyfriend. You often day dreamed about adopting them all, getting a piece of land big enough to let them play in your yard, to which he supported saying, “let me get through vet school first” being in his fifth year.

You've been lucky to know him so long, becoming friends in middle school after you consoled him about his mistake in volleyball practice, not being able to walk by someone so noticeably but not visibly distraught, sitting beside him and letting him talk it out, noticing he doesn’t react well to disappointments.

He confessed to you in your 3rd year of highschool after you realized you liked him, then distancing yourself from him for a few weeks before he knew what was wrong. It happened to be some tv drama shit of him catching you in the rain after not seeing you for a whole two weeks, running up to you, to which you started running the other way before he caught you by your wrist and dragged you into him, your two making eye contact until the tension led you two to kiss, with the rain still falling, painting a perfect picture.

Being his friend first also came with the perk of meeting his family as friends, not lovers, which you were glad because they didn't mind friends but seeing that his family was so influential, they'd probably choose someone of the same class to set him up with.

But when he announced you two were dating they welcomed you with open arms, already loving you, his sister now calling you her sister in law officially, doing it to you behind his back before you two were dating, making you avoid his eyes for the rest of the day.

In fact she was the one who convinced Hirugami that you liked him, and that's why you were shying away from him, ultimately leading to your relationship. Bless her.

You turned your head to look at him snuggling up in the corner with the pomeranian and the pug, the two being inseparable, him already making up his mind on who to walk first. You wondered how you got so blessed.

He was such a pretty man, such a good person inside and out. You knew that he had admirers besides you, and you dont blame them. I mean looking at him right now, playing with the little dogs on his lap was enough to send your heart into overdrive.

You sometimes let your worries get to you, thinking he was with another person due to his mutable nature, even though he has given you no reason to believe that. But he always proved you wrong, putting you first, paying attention to no one except you, you being the sun to his earth.

You were brought back to reality by honeybun’s paw slapping you once again accompanied by a whine this time, letting you know he was getting impatient.

“Are you ready honey?” you said in a baby voice, not being able to contain yourself due to his cuteness.

You grabbed his leash, hooking it onto his collar along with Hirugami doing the same, the two of you walk out, him holding the door for you while you get borderline dragged by the big puppy you were walking. Him holding back his laugh, trying not to get his ass beat by you later.

You tried to walk alongside him, but you failed. Honeybun being distracted by every little thing, pulling you along with him. Everything in the park was interesting, the leaves falling were interesting, the sticks on the ground were interesting, the water bowl on the ground was interesting, he pulled you once again, Your arm was definitely going to feel sore tomorrow.

He finally stopped to pee, giving you a break. Turning your head to see your boyfriend behind you, a smile on his face as he walks closer to you with the little dogs sticking by his side. Lucky him.

Suddenly you felt you arm get pulled again but this time it was much stronger, so strong that it dragged you off your feet, you letting go of the leash, trying to see what this was all about, until you saw honeybun chasing a squirrel the fastest you ever seen him run. Luckily the park was fenced it.

You heard a mumbled giggle, followed by a laugh that he wasn't even trying to hide anymore.

“Ow” you started, standing up wiping your butt. “That's not funny” you continued, putting on a facade, your pout backing it. Did it hurt, yes. Did you care, no. But you wouldn't let him get away from it without babying you.

You loved how he took care of you, and he loved taking care of you just as much. If you didn't want to do something yourself, he would gladly do it. Your demure side coming out when he did, your innocent eyes gazing at him, putting you in an almost half-ass subspace.

He whistled and ultimately got honeybun back taking the leash in his hand, the yellow dog sniffing your butt, noticing your hurt, “You want me to take him?” he asks, rubbing your back. You look at honeybun, him sitting and his puppy eyes coming out almost in a form of sorry.

“Nah im good, as long as you'll be a good boy” you said, bending down enough to be eye level with the dog.

You two walked back to the shelter together, hand in hand this time. Honeybun trying his best not to get distracted. The little dogs still sticking by his side until they got back to their kennels. You two said goodbye to them, the little dogs enjoying the praise and petting, and then in the end getting to honeybun, him shoving his face into your neck, giving you kisses everywhere, thanking god you didn't have any makeup on right now, then switching his attention to hirugami doing the same. You two got up and said goodbye to the workers, waving at the dogs one last time.

“I miss them already” you said walking out of the building, sad that you couldn't adopt them all right now, he unsurprisingly felt the same.

“Pinky promise love, we'll get them all one day, with a big yard just like you want” he said wrapping his finger around yours, making your heartbeat a little faster, hoping that day would soon come.

You two drove home, the both of you loving staying indoors excited to finally rest. You ordering take out with “daddy's money” and some cheap wine from the gas station, putting on some romcom that y'all were flaming the whole time.

You two were laughing at every scene, making you choke on your food leading to him slapping the shit out of your back making it go away, eventually.

Saying something along the lines of “vet and med school are similar, i know what i'm doing”. To which you disagree because that one time you had a pregnancy scare, his first thought was to get an ultrasound instead of taking a pregnancy test. Luckily you weren’t.

Your eyes got heavy, your head now resting on his chest, the food being long gone, along with him caressing your body giving you forehead kisses every once in a while, putting you in a trance.

You were so lucky, having a spiritual and physical connection with him, emotionally bonding every chance you got. Not being afraid to express your wants and fantasies, knowing that he loved you unconditionally. You felt like you were in a dream, and you never wanted to wake up.

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Immortal: Chapter 1

A Girl and Her Cat

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader

Summary: A small town barista meets a handsome Javi.

Rating: G

Author’s note: Hey guys I'm sorry this doesn't have a lot of Javier in it, its really a big set up chapter for the story.

Word count: 2k

1975, a random fall Tuesday

I don't know how it even happened, or how I met him. At the time I was living in a small town in Columbia run by Americans, keeping to myself, not drawing any attention to myself. He walked into my cafe and got a small black coffee. He stayed a while, reading his small novel.

“Hi there, stranger, I got your coffee”, you said as you set down his drink. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am. Thank you”

“No problem”, you went to turn away but you had to know, “Um, hey?”

“Yes?”

“You've come in before. What's your name?”

“Javier”

“Javier. I'm y/n. Let me know if you need anything. Maybe next time you could try a latte”, he lets out a snort. You go back to cleaning. It was extremely slow today so you got the go-ahead from your boss to close up early.

“Miss?”

You turned around and saw Javier leaning up against his truck with a smile.

You grasp your chest. “You scared me. I didn't notice you there.”

“Were you about to walk home?”

“Yes”

“Would you mind a ride?”

“My apartment isn't that far from here, but thank you I appreciate it.”

“Anytime.”

And like that, you were walking home, enjoying the weather. It was chilly and the leaves were falling beside you everywhere. You didn't mind the ten-minute walk to your apartment. You don't even get in the door before your cat starts meowing at you.

“Avery, give me one moment. I'll feed you I promise.”. You love the hell out of the black cat but the girl is so needy.

You flick off your shoes by the front door, bending down to pet Avery. You walked past her to shake some food into her bowl. With how she rushes to it, you'd think she never got fed. Silly girl. You walk over to the couch and lay out, grabbing the blanket to get comfortable, a few moments pass and your cat hops up to snuggle up to you. You flip on your tv to find something to have in the background and settle on Hawaii Five O. There's something about cops that attracts you so much. You find yourself falling asleep, Avery radiating heat on your stomach.

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You were woken up the next morning by your alarm clock; another day, another dollar. You were on second shift today so you didn't have to be in until 11. You got up and made yourself toast and eggs, making sure fatso had her food too.

“Pretty girl”, you say scratching her chin and heading towards the door, adding an “I’ll be back later. Byeee”

The walk to the shop today was extra nice. You can smell the aroma of a pumpkin pie as you pass the houses in your neighborhood and hear the sounds of children playing outside. The giggles brought life to the quiet afternoon. As you come closer to the city, the more you hear the sounds of cars passing and smells of bread being baked at the bakery down the street. The bakers wave at you as you pass the front window. You hold up two fingers, gesturing back. Two shops down is Mrs. Rivera trying to hang up plants, struggling to steady herself, AND the hanging ivy pot.

“Here let me help you.”, you say as you come behind her and catch the pot, succeeding in hanging it up on her awning.

“Thank you, sweetheart!”, she says as she wipes her hands on her apron.

“No problem. I have to get going but come by for a latte?”, you ask.

“Yeah. I’ll see you”

And with that, you were back to it. Half a block down and you come to the shop's front door. It dings as you enter.

“You're late”, your boss, Maria, gets on to you.

“Mrs. Rivera needed help again.”

“Uh-huh. Get your butt back there”, she snorts. She's not mad. Thank god.

“Been busy today?”You ask about taking off your backpack and hanging it up. The shop was basically vacant. The only customer you could see was a college kid studying in the corner. You walk around to pick up mugs and empty plates from various tables.

“Not really. The usuals mostly… Oh! A guy was asking about you! He asked if I knew if you got home safe?”, she asked, confused.

“Ah yes, Javier. He offered to take me home last night.”, you say while walking the dirty dishes to the back.

“He’s cute. You should get in there, girl”, she yells to you. “In there?”, you come around the corner and scoff, “I'm not that interested in dating right now.”

“You should. You can't just spend all your free time with your cat and nonexistent characters in your books.”

“Can.” You point out “And will”

“You're only 24, do you really wanna throw away that opportunity?”

You could only muster up an eye roll.

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The rest of the shift went off without a problem. Maria went home shortly after her talk with you. The next few hours included a couple of customers but mostly some cleaning. Mrs. Rivera actually came to see you, even getting a hot chocolate for her grandson when she got her latte. You hold a conversation with her for a while, talking about her daughter’s new job at the school. Maria said something about that a couple of weeks ago. The rest of the regulars got their usual drinks, only sticking around long enough for their drinks. The clock soon hits 7 pm.

“Another tea?”, you ask the college student in the corner. He’s been here for your whole shift and has gotten two hot green teas with sugar.

“No ma’am. I'm about to leave but I appreciate it.”

‘Alright. Don't be a stranger”, you say, taking his cup and saucer to the back to clean it off. You place it in the strainer to left it air dry. As you are in the back, the customer packed up and left, leaving the shop empty.

You walk past every table, wiping it down and stacking chairs on top, then grabbing the broom. You quite enjoy the quiet chill night, humming a simple tune. The night offers an array of noises through the open door: Grasshoppers chirping and the soft whistle of the breeze. You finish sweeping and put up the broom. “The tips were pretty good today”, you think, pushing the money into your pocket, removing your apron, locking up, and heading home.

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You had Thursday off and planned to spend it accordingly. You slept until you couldn't anymore, got up, and fed Avery, offering extra pets to the needy cat. She snuggles up to you on the couch, laying in the space in front of your stomach. Your newest interest? Murder mysteries. So you are relaxing on the couch reading Agatha Christie’s Death on the Nile.

You get pretty far into the book before hearing a knock at your door. Weird. Then walk to unlatch the door, swinging it open.

“Uh... hello?”, you questioned the man in front of you. He’s standing there with his hand to the back of his neck, looking nervous

“Hi. Umm, I'm new to building. I live across the hall. I’m Anthony”, he reaches his hand out. You take his hand and shake it.

“Y/N”, you respond, smiling.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”

“Would you like to come in for some coffee? I just put on a fresh pot”, you invite.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”, his face sparks up in happiness. He takes your invitation and walks into your apartment, you close the door behind him.

‘Wow. Nice apartment. How long have you been living here?”

“Eh, a while”. Boy, you have NO idea.

He sits down at your dinner table and you bring over two coffee mugs.

“Cream? Sugar?”, you ask.

“Yes. Both please”, he responds and you hand him the containers of cream and sugar.

“Just moved here?”

“Yeah. From Arizona. The owner told me that you're one of the only Americans renting here. Thought I might come by and say hello.”

“Arizona, huh?”

“Yeah. I used to live in Georgia when I was a young girl but I’ve been around the world a lot. Been a while since I’ve been in the United States”, you drift off for a second but reel it in. “ Where in Arizona are you from?”

“Tucson. Wasn’t a bad place to live but I went to college for a major in the Spanish language. I wanted to visit places where I could hear the different dialects and see the different cultures. Thus, I am in Columbia.”

“Ah, you see I just wanted to see the world. I’ve been almost everywhere”

‘What was your favorite place to visit?”, he asks, fully focused on the conversation and not realizing Avery’s furry body rubbing against his shins. She meows. “Oh, well, hello there pretty girl. What’s your name?”. He reaches down to pet her back.

“That’s Avery. But back to your question, I was living in Greece for a while and I just adored the blue waters and sandy beaches.”

He takes a sip of his coffee and asks, “So what brought you here?”

“Need a change of scene. I had a friend who lived here but she passed away a couple of years ago”, you reply back nonchalantly, shrugging your shoulders.

“Oh, im so sorry to hear that. Not too pry but we’re you close?”

“Yeah, We knew each other for a while.”

“How’d she die?”, he asks further

“Old age”, you let slip.

“Old age? he responds surprised.

“Uh... yeah. A family friend.”, you try to make up a better story to keep suspicion off of you.

That conversation kind of ended before it started, instead opting for a conversation about Anthony’s studies in places like Cuba and Spain. The talk circled around to different places you’ve visited, Rome being a topic that seemed to trail on and on. The sun outside seems to start to set.

“I’ve got to get going but it was nice to meet you, Y’N”

“You too, Anthony. Let me know if you need a cup of sugar or anything”, you say following him towards your door. He steps through and across the hallway to his front door. When he shuts his door, you follow suit. You turn around and you can feel Avery’s judging eyes on you.

“I know, I almost blew my cover”, you tell your feline friend. She meows.

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You weren't wrong when you told Anthony you’ve been living in Columbia for a while. The problem is his definition and your definition of “a while” were completely different. The truth is you lived in Columbia for 40 years and in this town for about 20. You didn’t age. The only person who could possibly know is Mrs. Rivera but she is very good at minding her own business. You were one of the only ones who came to her husband’s funeral a year ago. You’re practically family. The town’s oldest residents have passed and the owners of the apartments change every couple of years. The rent is paid in cash and the tenets come and go. Every couple of decades you move to another small town in another country.

You lived a normal life but you didn’t know your parents. You lived in the orphanage until you were 18. It was then you took up a job, reading in your spare time, and traveling when you could. You didn’t even realize your immortality until you were 40 looking 20. And then 50 looking 20. You did try to date but soon came to realize that you’d outlive them, leaving a trail of broken hearts. You were pretty sure you were incapable of love. 80 years old and not prepared for what happened next.

Javier Pena was about to change your life.

#javier pena #javier x reader #Javier pena x reader #reincarnated au #coffee shop au #mostly plot #immortal au

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mooncalf87 · 2 years ago

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Okay! You didn't say a ship, so I'm just going to assume (and hope) you meant Remadora!! So let's dive into a fic where they are scared of thunderstorms and kisses.

Tonks sat bolt upright as a bright white flash shone through the curtains of Remus's room at Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

She tried to lay back down, but as the thunder came a few seconds later she decided she couldn't deal with this anymore.

She quietly climbed out of bed, trying not to wake her love, but then she realized he wasn't there. The bed sheets were warm as if he had just left, but truth and all, he wasn't there.

She grabbed her wand from the bedside table, and tripped over the blanket as she stood. She grabbed her glasses off the table, as she had taken out her contacts and couldn't see, and put them on her face.

She left the room just as another flash of light peirced the night. It was mostly quiet, all the kids were sleeping, and Molly was spending the night with Arthur at St. Mungos, they had all been more edgy lately since Arthurs snake attack.

She slipped quickly and quietly down the many flights of stairs, and to the main library. She saw a light coming from inside, and heard the crackle of a fire.

She slowly opened the door, and let out a small, "eep!" As another big flash came.

"Dora?" Came Remus's voice. "That you?"

"Y-yeah." She said, her voice coming out more fragile then she had meant it to be.

"Did the thunder wake you?" He asked, holding out his arms for her. She shuffled across the floor, and sat curled up in his lap.

"Yes." She said. "And you weren't there. Didn't know where you went." She said, kissing his cheek.

"I will never leave you, love. I will always be within arms reach." Remus assured, wrapping his arms around her small frame and kissing the top of her head. "I like your glasses on you." He added at random.

"Than-" she gave a small wimper of fright as thunder, so loud it shook the house, came. "I dont like thunder."

"Me either." Remus said nodding. "Thats why I'm awake."

"It always reminds me of battles as an Auror." Tonks said. "I used to like it. Not anymore."

"I used to go play in the rain with my mother." Remus said. "It was raining one day at sunset, full moon, when I was four. I wanted to play outdoors so bad. . . I begged mother to take me outside. I got bit a few minutes after the sun fall. I don't remember it much, just a flash of lightning right when Grayback bit me."

"Thats. . . . Really scary." Tonks said, holding Remus close as if he could disappear.

"Yes, it was. But. . . . Im still here, aren't i?" Remus said.

"Yeah." Tonks agreed, kissing him. "And I'm glad to have you."

"My life wouldn't be the same without you Dora."

And they fell asleep, right there infront of the fire.

~•~

Tonks smiled as she looked at a photo of her and Remus snuggled together infront of the fire. The Weasley Twins had taken that in secret and then given it to Remus and Tonks as a wedding gift.

"What do you have there, love?" Remus asked, sitting down next to his wife. Teddy gave a small squeak in his fathers arms, and reached out for his mother.

"This photo the twins took of us." Tonks said, handing the photo to him and taking their two week old son in exchange.

"I remember this night." Remus said. "We had just begun dating."

Tonks laughed, but then gasped as a crack of thunder sounded in the distance.

"Dont worry, love." Remus said putting an arm around her waist. "Just thunder. I will always be here to protect you, it can't hurt you. I will always be here."

"Always."

#nymphadora tonks #harry potter fanfiction #remus x nymphadora #nymphadora lupin #tonks x lupin #remus x tonks #teddy lupin #grimmauld place #weasley twins

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melismaticmadness · 4 years ago

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CONFETTI

Description: Fluff-ish

1940 words

Warnings: Language, Talks of Sex, a little heated

*bold text is a text message*

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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After finishing my makeup, I finally felt all my nerves for tonight hit me. It was my fourth date with Charlie tonight. He might decide to never see me again after tonight, usually, fourth dates make or break it.

On top of all of that, it was New Year’s Eve. He planned to have dinner at 8pm, so if it doesn’t end well I will spend yet another New Year without a kiss at midnight. I’ve never really dated since I was working and in school at the same time, so I’ve never actually considered having someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve. Hell, Charlie was my first kiss after our second date and he (hopefully) doesn’t even know. Being an adult virgin in LA wasn’t exactly cool, but it wasn’t something I advertised. If tonight does end well, what are my plans for the night?

“Let’s not worry about that out now,” I said to myself.

The restaurant he picked is beautiful, and I want to make sure I match the vibes with my outfit tonight. Better to be overdressed than underdressed. After doing my makeup lightly and curling my hair, it’s almost time for him to pick me up.

i'm about 5 minutes away

sounds good, im almost ready. want me to meet you downstairs?

10 minutes pass, with no answer from Charlie. I don’t want to text him again especially if he’s still driving. Just as I was tossing my phone back onto the couch I heard a knock at my door.

“Hey, beautiful,” Charlie said bashfully, “sorry I didn’t answer your text. The lady was lecturing me on my flower choice as I picked my order up.”

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful!! Thank you, you didn’t have to!” I loved peonies and was shocked he remembered. I kissed him quickly as I took the flowers from his hand.

“I wanted to. You ready?”

“Yep! Let me grab my bag and a jacket, come in.” I ran to set the flowers down on my counter, grab my stuff, and go.

We were seated outdoors at the restaurant and thankfully it wasn’t a cold LA night.

It is so easy talking to Charlie. I feel like we’ve known each other since we were kids. We talked about music, and my time in college, and his experience moving to LA, things our families did for the holidays since we didn’t see each other, and other things.

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Dinner was winding down and we had talked for two hours already. Charlie didn’t order a drink because he knows how I am about driving after, and I didn’t either in solidarity. I really didn’t want the night to end here and I had no idea if he had any plans for after this so before even thinking words were coming out of my mouth.

“Char, do you want to get drinks and snacks to go back to my place? We can watch the rerun of the Times Square ball drop, or a movie or something.”

“Yeah, that would be great. I’ll pay here, want to go warm the car up?”

“Sure,” I answered as I caught his keys.

Walking to his car I started talking to myself: What were you thinking? What if he had plans for later and you just forced him to hang out with you? He’s definitely too nice to say no. What the heck happens after midnight, does he go home?! I’ve literally never had a guy in my apartment. Not a guy I liked.

He came jogging down the street to the car and we were on our way to Target to get what we needed.

The whole car ride to my place after the store, my leg was shaking from nerves and I was failing epically to hide it. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs, pretending to fix my shoes, etc. until Charlie glanced over and grabbed my knee.

“You okay?”

“Oh yeah, I’m fine...just have to pee is all.”

“We’ll be there in like two seconds. You run up and I’ll grab our stuff.”

“Okay, yeah, thanks,” I responded. He didn’t let go of my knee though he just rested his hand there.

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At first, it was awkward, having Charlie in my apartment. We didn’t know if we should sit close on the couch, I didn’t know if I should turn the light off, take my shoes off, put something comfortable on...but we eventually figured out how to be ‘normal’ around each other.

I was snuggled up to his chest and he was lightly petting my hair. I could never move from this spot and be happy forever. He tilted my head up to face him and slowly he kissed me. The butterflies were unreal and I deepened the kiss grabbing his face.

We were not watching the movie at all now and my skirt was digging into my waist. I broke away to change how I was sitting.

“Char, I have to change out of this. I’m being suffocated in this skirt,” I laughed and he nodded, giving me a little kiss before I peeled myself away.

After putting on some cute joggers and a cropped, slouchy shirt, I was back on the couch.

“Hi, y/n.”

“Hi.”

“Do you want to pick up where we left off?”

“Mmmhm. Remind me where we were?”

“I think the dinosaurs were about to walk up to the car and scare the people…”

“Ha ha Charlie,” I said, hitting his arm, “you’re so funny.”

This time I made the move and kissed him as I settled next to him. He grabbed my arms and put them around his neck. How did I get so lucky?

Things got heated pretty quickly because the next thing I knew he was hovering over me and I was laying on the couch. He was kissing my jaw, my neck, and then my collarbones as I rubbed his back through his shirt. He was dipping lower, thanks to my loose top. As his hands moved from holding himself up on the couch to my sides and sliding up underneath my shirt, my heart was racing. Charlie was kissing me slowly, but I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Charlie...Charlie, give me a second. Sorry, can I have a second?” I whispered anxiously.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry I got carried away. We can keep watching the movie,” he said and quickly sat up.

“No, no it’s ok I just…” I trailed off. Was I really going to tell him this now? “Hi Charlie, I know it’s our fourth date and we’re adults so this normally would mean sex, but I’m a virgin and I’m not ready to have sex tonight?” I guess I had to say something. I couldn’t lead him on to think something more was going to happen here tonight.

“I need to tell you something,” I said as I pulled my legs into a pretzel position on the couch.

“Okay…?” He was taking a drink, probably to get his mind off of me being a buzzkill. “You were my first kiss…”

“I was your- your what??” Charlie sputtered, choking on his drink as he swallowed.

“I’m sorry if I should’ve told you before I was just worried that you’d think I was weird and then it happened and then you asked me on another date so I figured it couldn’t have been that bad,” I was rambling and I knew it, “but I am sorry.”

Charlie was speechless, just sitting there looking at his hands. Damn it, I messed shit up.

He took a breath, “It’s okay, please don’t be sorry. I wish you would have told me I would’ve made it special!” he laughed, “I wouldn’t have kissed you for the first time in my car!” Then he swatted at my arm playfully and I whacked his hand with a pillow.

“I didn’t want to make it a big deal! I was trying to play it cool..”

“Okay, okay. So what now? Do you wanna watch the rest of Jurassic Park?”

“No. We can keep doing what we were doing,” I smirked, “I just didn’t want to hide anything anymore and... I wanted to say I’m not ready to go all the way tonight.” I definitely rushed saying that last part.

I don’t know why I was embarrassed to say that but my reaction was to cover my face with a pillow and hide on the couch. He turned the New Year’s Eve special back on.

“That’s seriously okay. We really don’t have to do anything the rest of the night, y/n.”

“No, I wanna - if you wanna, too.”

“Oh, I want to. Don’t have to ask me twice,” and with that, he was laughing and pulling me onto his lap into a hug. “Is this ok?”

I nodded and he gave me a squeeze. How did I get so lucky? I grabbed his face and gave him a peck. Then we got back into our rhythm and he was respectfully keeping his hands on my waist.

I could tell he was nervous now, so I guided him to lay down this time and I hovered over him.

“You good?” I asked.

“Mmhmm.”

It was my turn to do a bit of exploring. Charlie’s face is the cutest and I couldn’t get enough. Kissing down his nose, over both his cheeks, his chin, his jaw, and down his neck. I’m doing my thing and he pulled my shirt to have me lay on his chest. I was happy and felt like I was in heaven. Glancing at his watch, I could see that it was 11:58pm.

“Hey, want to watch some fireworks at midnight out the big window? Grab a drink.”

“C’mon, of course, I do.”

We got up, took our drinks, and I led him to the window in my room because it has a great view of the city and the hills beyond.

“Less than a minute, y/n. Are you ready?”

“Oh yeah. I wish we had like 2021 glasses or hats or something, lol.”

“I am one step ahead of you,” Charlie said as he pulled to confetti poppers out of his pocket.

“Charlie Gillespie. How the hell? When did you get these?”

“Target is a magical place.”

We heard the TV start the countdown and we joined in. Midnight hit and Charlie pulled me to his chest and kissed me harder than ever before.

He looked down at me with his warm eyes and said, “Happy New Year, babe.”

“Happy New Year, Char.”

“Ready?” On the count of three, we pulled the string releasing all the confetti and screaming Happy New Year.

“This might be cheesy to ask, but do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it…” I joked, “my head is still buzzing from that kiss.”

“Oh shut the hell up and kiss me before I have to drive home.”

And with that, we were making out and backing up to my bed. My legs hit the edge and somehow Charlie smoothly laid me down and was playing with my hair.

“You know this has been a great night, I don’t want you to go.”

“I mean, I don’t have to...I won’t push you. I can even sleep on the couch.”

“Or you can sleep here…” I didn’t want to torture or tease him, but falling asleep in his arms would be amazing.

“I think we can make that work..” Charlie smiled, “oh, and you’ve got confetti in your hair.”

The first night of 2021 and it’s already the best night of the year.

#charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie #charles gillespie #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson

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sweetiejunie · 5 years ago

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Txt reactions when they realised they unintentionally left marks on you from the night before.

[legal members only!!!]

Genre: fluff, slight smut

♡ Request from anon: Can you do a second part of ‘Marks’ where they react to marks on Y/N instead??? ♡

Pt1

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Marks

Part 2 • [Y/n edition]

You hadn’t seen boyfriend or the boys in a while. School work was catching up with you and honestly you were just too tired to go out anywhere. The moment all your assignments were handed in, you decided that a perfect reunion would be to watch movies together.

It was supposed to an innocent movie night with him and boys. You guys munching on popcorn whilst having a netflix marathon of your favourite shows. Eventually, once everyone had gone to bed, one thing lead to another and the night became more physically exhausting than what was initially planned.

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Yeonjun

He woke up with you in his arms, snuggling your head in his chest.

Smiling to himself as he studied your sleeping figure, admiring the peacefulness on your face.

He laid there for a while, not wanting to get up, afraid he would wake you. Just wanting to make up for the weeks of not having you with him.

If he could, he would stop the time just so he could keep this moment forever.

Brushing away the hair that fallen across your face and neck, he smirked when he saw little red patches leading down your neck and to your body.

Smirking as images from the night before started coming back to him. Neither of you had bothered to get dressed again before falling asleep. Simply choosing to cuddle up under the blanket.

He loved marking you. Not for flaunting or showing off that he got laid but for the simple fact that it showed whose you were (he possessive boy)

As he continued gazing, he could help but untangle himself from you and started placing gentle kisses on the areas, slowly following them down

He had made it down to your chest when he heard a little whine from you. He stopped and looked up to see you already staring at him through your sleepy eyes.

“Good morning, my love,” he said smiling, his chin resting on your stomach, his hands caressing your sides.

“Yeonjun, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he relied, with an innocent pout.

You whinned as a response, “junnie, not now. I’m too tired.”

“Dont worry about it, you just looked so lovely with my marks all over you. Just let me take care of you.”

With that, he covered himself back up with the covers as you felt his kisses travel further south.

All ill say is that, that morning, was the best meal he had in weeks and probably one of his favourites.

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Soobin

As you step out of bed, you looked over to the sleeping boy next you. Tightly tucked under the blanket, looking like a giant teddy bear.

You couldn’t help but smile, lightly stroking his messy hair.

You put on your shorts and reached for soobin’s tshirt that had been thrown on the ground the previous night. Only to notice the red marks on your wrists.

‘Ah shit’ you mentally cursed at yourself. Guess no short sleeves for today.

You didn’t mind. You just didn’t want to know or go through what the other boys may have to say. Knowing that they would never let soobin, or you, live it down.

Instead, you grabbed a hoodie from soobin’s closet, knowing it would practically cover your entire hand.

Roughly 30mins later, you were in the kitchen. About to grab yourself a glass of water when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly.

“Morning,” he greeted, his voice hoarse, still filled with sleep.

“Hello bin. Sleep well?”

He nodded, lying his head on top of yours

You giggled at his drowsiness, reaching up to grab one of the glasses on the shelves. The sleeve of the hoodie falling, exposing your wrist.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by soobin.

“Baby, what happened to your wrist? Did i do that? I’m sorry,” he said pouting, holding your wrist in his hands, gently rubbing the red areas.

The previous night, soobin had pinned your arms above your head and might have tied them a bit too tightly. Slightly scratching your skin as you struggled against them.

“Its okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” you replied, trying to assure him you were fine.

But soobin still pouted and gave you a kiss. He hated knowing he had hurt you in anyway. So safe to say, for the rest of the day he didn’t leave your side, practically glued to you.

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Beomgyu

Beomgyu woke up, tossing his arm around what he expected to be you. But was only greeted by emptiness.

Combing a hand through his messy hair, groaning as he sat up to go find you.

Instead, he heard the shower in his bathroom start running and figured that must have been you since the other boys wouldn’t dare enter his room when you were around.

Grinning, he got out of bed, planning to join you in the shower.

Opening the door, he heard your lovely voice singing to one of his favourite songs. You didn’t acknowledge his presence, so he thought you mustn’t have heard him enter.

Out of nowhere, he popped his heard through the shower curtain, “hello baby.”

You jumped at the sudden intrusion. “Oh my f-. You scared me.”

Snickering, he stepped in, studying at your naked figure up and down. Stopping at your hips when he noticed small bruises caused by his nails digging into your skin just a little too much.

“Guess i was too rough last night, huh?” He stated, grabbing your hips as his thumbs ran across the bruises.

You laughed, looking down to his hands. “These? Don’t worry about it, i actually forgot about them.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t be so rough next time,” he apologised, kiss you lightly.

But you could only chuckle at that statement.

“What do you mean?” You said, shooting him a look of disbelief. “You always say that, but you’re always rough anyway.”

Hearing that, he smirked and gave you another kiss, longer and more passionate this time.

“Challenge accepted. I guess I’ll just have to show you how gentle i can be when i want to. But don’t start whining when you don’t get what you want, baby doll.”

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Omg if this shit doesnt work im going to kms ahhdskallalajshska ive reposted this so many times im so annoyed

Masterlist • Pt1

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angstysebfan · 4 years ago

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Choices - Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve X Reader, Bucky Reader (not Stucky)

Summary: You fall in love with a super soldier, but after a decision that leaves you heartbroken you find yourself needing to decide where your heart truly lies.

Warnings: Depression, nightmares, wishing for death

It’s been three weeks since Bucky whisked you away from the compound. You are still having bad nightmares, but you are not sleeping the day away anymore. Bucky has had to force you eat most of the time, because you do not have much of an appetite.

You have kept to yourself since your conversation with Bucky about wishing he would have left you. As hard as it is, Bucky has allowed you to take everything at your pace. There are times you want him near you, and times when you want to be alone.

You have started to sit on the shore of the lake, looking out into the quiet still water, allowing your thoughts to overcome you. How easy it would be to just end everything and take the pain away. You are so tired of being in pain, and yet you don’t know why you are feeling such pain.

Bucky makes sure he is somewhere close by, not trusting you wouldn’t hurt yourself, but you just stay seated, staring off. He loves the times when you want him near, as you normally cuddle in his lap, nuzzling into his neck. He knows you have no idea how much that contact affects him, and he makes sure to keep his composure and just be there for you.

One day, you are both sitting on the edge of the lake, looking out to the other side, where all you see is woods. “It’s so quiet here. It makes my thoughts louder.” you say quietly, as you snuggle closer into Bucky’s chest. Bucky continues to stroke your hair as you speak.

“Did you want to go somewhere else? You know I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” he says. You sigh, “No. I think I need to hear my thoughts, so I can move on. I honestly don’t know why I feel the pain I do. It’s not like Steve and I were together for years, it was only a few months. I knew he had feelings for Sharon, and I knew that they were doing things behind my back when she returned. I turned a blind eye because I didn’t want to lose him... isn’t that stupid?” you say.

Bucky shifts in the lounger chair and wraps his arms tightly around you. “Just because you didn’t date him for years, doesn’t make this harder. You trusted him, and loved him. Not only has be betrayed your trust, but he was going to allow you to die. You deserve so much better than him.” Bucky says, before kissing the top of your head.

“Why are you so good to me, Bucky? You have always been there for me, and taken care of me. What did I do to deserve you in my life?” you say looking up at him. He gives you a small smile, “I think I should be asking that question, doll. You... you accepted me when you first came to the compound, no questions asked. Most people are scared of me or treat me like I am about to break. You never did. You were like a breath of fresh air, and I think I have improved even more since you came into my life.”

You look at Bucky in shock and then in awe. He always knows how to say the right things, and always did. He was always by your side, no matter what happened. You felt some fluttering in your stomach as you looked into his eyes, but immediately pushed that down. You’re no where near ready to think about Bucky more than friend.

You nuzzled back into his chest and suddenly felt very tired. you felt yourself sinking further into Bucky’s embrace as sleep overtook you. Bucky looked down and saw you asleep and brushed some hair from your face. He thought about how much you better you got over the last few weeks, but knew it was still a long way to go.

It was another two weeks later when there was a knock on the door of the cabin. Bucky was in the shower, so you answered it, though you wish you didn’t. Your breath got caught in your throat at the site of Steve standing on the porch. “Y/N,” he said. You felt your lungs starts to close and the panic starting to rise, though Steve seemed to not notice.

“I was hoping you and I could talk for a moment. There is so many things I want to say, and I am sure you want to say back. Can... Can I come in?” he asks quietly. You step back, trying to compose yourself. You walk quickly into the kitchen and grab some water, hoping that will help. Steve sat at the counter, again oblivious to the thoughts and feelings running through your mind.

“Look, I am sure you hate me, and honestly I don’t blame you. I messed up, big time, and I want to apologize for what happened on that mission. I can’t tell you what was going through my head, but I am sorry you got hurt, and are still suffering. How are you doing?” he asks concerned.

You look to the staircase when you hear Bucky’s footsteps coming down, relief coming to you immediately, but not enough for you to breath. “Hey Y/N/N.. do you want... Steve? What the fuck are you doing here?” Bucky says angrily. You step over to Bucky, who immediately wraps a protective arm around you. Steve sees this and his face hardens.

“I came to speak to Y/N, since I have a lot of apologies to give to her.” Steve says. Bucky looks at you and sees the panic in your eyes, “Y/N, go up to your room, okay? I will take care of this and I will let you know when he is gone,” he whispers in your ear. You nod and immediately leave the room.

“Buck, I mean no harm here. I really just wanted to apologize to her, and hopefully help her heal.” Steve says annoyed. Bucky walks up to Steve and punches him in the jaw. Steve falls to the floor with a groan, “Seriously? Bucky, come on! You’re my best friend, and I know what I did was dumb, but I am trying to make it right!” Steve yelled getting up.

“Make it right?! Please, you are trying to relieve yourself of guilt, nothing more. Tell me, are you and Sharon together right now?” Bucky asks. Steve sighs and looks at the ground, giving Bucky all the answer he needed. “Y/N is trying to heal not only from the poison that almost killed her, thanks to you, but also from the trauma of the man she loves allowing her to die for someone else. She has made so much progress, and you being here might set her back, so tell me, pal, why are you really here?” Bucky again asks stepping closer to Steve.

“Yes, I have guilt but I do care about Y/N! I want to apologize, whether she forgives me or not, she needs to know that I didn’t mean to hurt her and I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Steve says. Bucky just looks at him with an emotionless expression, “I’ll give her the message, now leave and don’t come back here,” Bucky says walking to the door.

Steve’s face hardens again, “How long have you been in love with my girlfriend, huh? Stop acting like you are doing all of this because you want her to feel better, when we both know you are trying to win her heart too.” Steve says. Bucky grabs Steve by the throat his his metal hand and drags him outside onto the porch.

“Yes, I love her, and it’s because I love her that I saved her life. But everything I am doing now is to help her get better after you destroyed her. She wanted to die, Steve!” Bucky yelled, making Steve pale. “Whether or not she develops feelings for me doesn’t matter, as long as she gets better. I love her enough to let her go if I have to.” Bucky says before releasing Steve.

Steve sits on the stairs of the porch and puts his head in his hands. “Buck, I... I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I almost killed her, I destroyed her, she wants to die because of me! When did I become this... this monster that doesn’t care about anyone else but himself?” Steve says emotionally.

Bucky looks at Steve, “I wish I knew when you changed, cause I would have beat this guy out of you sooner.” he says. Steve sniffs before standing and looks at Bucky with sad eyes, “I’m sorry about what I said, I know that if anyone can lead her from the darkness, it’s you. And I am sorry about just showing up, the guilt was just eating me and I was selfish for coming here without making sure it was okay. And please tell her, it’s okay if she never forgives me, but I am sorry about... everything.” Steve says before turning and walking away.

Bucky watches until Steve disappears and then runs into the house and up into your room. You are lying on your bed, tears falling down your face. He quickly wraps his arms around you, “It’s okay, he’s gone. I’m not going to let him come back and hurt you okay?” he whispers into the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him. “Thank you Bucky.” you say with a small smile.

Bucky kisses your forehead, “Anytime, you know that. I’ll always be here for you, anytime.”

Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

Oh Steve, you should have stayed away. Lucky Bucky didn’t go Winter Soldier on you, but doesn’t mean he won’t next time. And Bucky again being the rock the reader needs. Feedback is appreciated.

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