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chifufuuyu · 2 years

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Mad Woman

summary: in which y/n's desire for happiness becomes her biggest downfall.

pairing: todoroki shoto x reader

cw: wandamaximoff!reader, major wandavision finale spoilers, ANGST, recollection of past traumas, hostage situation, child abuse¿, minor strangulation, roaches, death, detailed violent scenes, did i mentioned angst?, kidnapping¿, bakugou's sister reader but it doesnt play a huge part tho., ooc yaoyorozu

a/n: reader's quirk is telekinesis, telepathy and reality warping. yaoyorozu is agatha harkness-- just bc momo's hair reminds me so much of her. her quirk is different too.

part 2 (tba)

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Todoroki Shoto and Y/n Bakugou are-- or rather, were pro heroes. After winning against the villains in the battle of Musutafu, the two high ranking heroes decided to step down and move to the suburbs to start a new chapter of their lives.

Moving to the Hyogo Prefecture never seemed so bad. It took them 7 years to finally settle and adapt to their new living situation. The pair is now living in their cozy suburban home with their six year old twins, Haru and Ren, and their dog, Sparky.

The first few years of Y/n and Shoto living in Hyogo have been normal. Though it seemed too normal for Todoroki's liking.

Everywhere you go, all you can see is the joyous grin of happy go lucky citizens of the prefecture. Not once I'm seven years has anyone had a bad day. If it wasn't suspicious enough, every time Todoroki reached the last street of the prefecture, the locals in there doesn't seem so well. It was as if they were robotic zombies that were mind controlled. Not to mention, it looks like there's an energy barrier separating Hyogo from the rest of the world.

Given the circumstances, Todoroki decided to conduct a further investigation.

Curiosity killed the cat, an old saying that pertains to nosy people that gets into trouble because of what they found. And that is exactly what happened to him.

If Todoroki wanted to keep his happy life with his wife, kids and his dog, he should never have investigated further. He should never have wanted to know what is out there somewhere. If he wasn't the curious cat that he is, then maybe his life would have stayed the same. But then again, being oblivious would do you no good.

Floating saucers and self wiping napkins seemed such a normal occurence in the Todoroki-Bakugou Household. You were lost in your own little world, watching the chores do itself, with a little help from your telekinesis.

Living in Hyogo seemed like a dream. You live with your husband, the twins and your older brother. Though you have no idea why one day, he just showed up at your doorstep acting all weird and sketchy. He was the Bakugou Katsuki but something changed in him. His usually scowling and frowning self was replaced. It was as if he was a replica of the happy go lucky citizens of Hyogo. You brushed it off though, he was being weird, but he was still your brother. Although he was being undeniably creepy with his unusual smiles and giggles. Lastly, he even bonds with your husband now, unlike before where the two would basically try to kill each other every chance they get.

You were smiling remembering how giggly and soft he was to your kids until a thought crossed you mind.

You have no idea where it all went south with your husband. Just a few days ago, everything was fine. He was himself. He was normal. But after a few days of him 'patroling', something changed. He had been distant, not only to you but also to your kids. He would always leave early and come back late at night when he thought you were already asleep and you'll feel the bed dip beside you.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud scream coming from your neighbor/bestfriend's house. You didn't let a second pass and you were already running towards the house where you left your kids to be babysat so you can spend some alone time with your thoughts.

Knocking harshly on Momo's door, she opened it gently with a grin on her face. She wasn't her usual self though. She wasn't as cheeky and her usual neon outfit is now a black long sleeved dress and her hair looked like it hasn't been brushed in a month.

"Y/n! I've been expecting you, what took you so long?" she said cheekily, caressing the holland lop bunny, Mr. Fluffy, on her arms.

"Where are my children?" you asked as you eyed her suspiciously.

"Oh darling! They're in the basement, playing." she giggled before directing you to the basement and you followed her reluctantly.

When you reached the basement, shock washed over you as you observe your surroundings. The light was dimmed and the walls are etched with inscriptions you couldn't quite decipher. Your mouth fell open and you didn't have enough time to run as the basement doors locked itself.

You turn your gaze back at Momo as your eyes flashed red in which she laughed maniacally. "Oh honey, my thoughts aren't available to you. You can't read them, can you? They never ever were. So don't go giving yourself a migraine. We've got work to do! "

"Where are my children?"

"Where are my children?~" she mocked. "Oof."

"Where are they?!" you demanded as you try to use your quirk against her but the usual scarlet energy is no where to be found. You looked at your hands aghast, as you began to back away.

"Oh, your magic's no good here." she said before she, herself, used magic and the next thing you know, you were levitating in the air with your hands behind your back as if it were restrained with invisible cuffs. You groaned loudly as you wiggle and struggle to breathe. She raises her hands and began to drag you towards her. "Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell, one on each wall?" You began to look around the basement with wide eyes and your gaze fell on each purple luminous light at the top of every pillars. "These are runes, Y/n. In a given space, only the witch that cast the runes can use her magic. How do you not know the fundamentals?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?! All those costumes and hairstyles." She sighed. "I was so patient, waiting for you to finally reveal your true self. I got close with fake Bakugou."

Your breath hitched at the mention of your older brother's name. "What do you want with my brother?!"

"Brother? Oh Y/n, it's quite humorous how you finally can't tell the difference between illusion and reality. He's dead. Your brother is dead. Fake Bakugou was just an illusion." She laughed boisterously as tears began stinging your eyes.

"It was you?"

"No, it wasn't literally me. Just my eyes and ears. A crystalline possession. Necromancy is a non-starter since your brother is in another prefecture buried six feet under. Not to mention, full of holes. But you were so crippled with your own self doubt that you believed it." She pouted mockingly. "Oh, Y/n. When I sensed this place, the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once... Oh I couldn't make heads or tails of it."

"How dare you use my brother against me?!" you screamed at her with such hatred and she only laughed at your face.

"Oh poor little Y/n, you got blinded by your feelings and emotions. You could've taken over the world if you wanted to yet here you are, playing house." She clicked her tongue as she gives you the stink eye. Her eyes fell on the sight of a cockroach and she plucked it from the concrete and laid it in her hands. She began to cast a spell and the insect levitated just like you did. "Mind control. A classic. Quick incantation and a feeble psyche and you're good to go." She flicked the cockroach and it landed on your cheek. You immediately zipped your mouth and shut your eyes and you shivered from the feeling of it crawling in your skin. "Thousands of people under your thumb, all interacting with each other according to complex storylines. That's something special, baby." She said as she swatted the cockroach away from your face and held it in her palm. "And of course, there's transmutation." All of a sudden, the cockroach turned into a black little crow. "Years to achieve, even the smallest convincing illusion. But Hyogo is through your lens, Y/n. Every little detail in place down to the crown molding. You're even running illusions miles away at the edge of the prefecture! Magic on autopilot! What's your secret, sister? Listen, I need you... Hey, Y/n, I need you to tell me how you did this."

"I didn't do anything. I'm not--" you failed to finish your sentence as you were snagged into the wall multiple times making you grunt in pain before Momo finally stopped and looked you dead in the eye.

"I tried to be gentle, to nudge you awake from this ridiculous fantasy, but you would rather fall apart than face your truth. You left me no choice." She lifted your chin with her pointer finger, "What is it that you said to your not-brother. All you could recall was the feeling? You felt empty. Alone. Endless nothingness... Let's start there. It's been fun playing pretend for a while, hasn't it, Y/n? Now it's time to unlock some reruns."

The sound of door opening caught your attention. Suddenly, you were free from her magical grasp and your body came in contact with the ground.

"No."

"I'm sorry? Did you forgot who got your children stashed in her bewitched basement?"

Screams and cries of your baby boys began echoing around the place but they were nowhere to be found, "Mom! Help. Mommy! Help us!"

You stood up frantically and she dragged you towards the door. The sight inside caused your heart to stop beating. It was you sitting you the floor with Katsuki as children in your childhood home and your parents laying on the couch laughing with the both of you as you watch sitcoms on the television.

"Oh. Charming house. Why are we here?"

"Mama..." You muttered as you tried to blink back tears from the heartwarming view in front of you.

"The Dick Van Dyke Show... Starring Dick Van Dyke." You hugged your knees close to your chest as one of your favorite tv show began playing.

"Papa... Katsu..." Your eyes are stinging with tears as a smile crept into your face but a sound of a snap of a finger brought you back to reality and then it was all pitch black and you were in another setting.

You were now lying in a cold ground almost lifeless with fires surrounding you. Sorrow, and helplessness filled you as you try to stand up but you cannot. You were crying as you try to find someone alive when a hand grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the scene.

"Y/n!" Katsuki shouted as he wrapped your arm around his neck and helped you stood up.

The both of you tripped as you ducked when a large piece of concrete almost hit you. The villains would never stop until the very last breathing person was dead.

You held Katsuki's hand in yours as you shut your eyes and began muttering to yourself, "At the end of every episode, it was all a bad dream. None of it is real." Holding your breath, you tried to wake up from the nightmare but a sudden force held your left ankle and you were dragged away to another setting.

"What happened there, Y/n? " Momo feigned concern.

"We... We were trapped." You whispered exasperated.

"For how long?"

"Two days."

"Huh. So much trauma, and yet you were safe as kittens the whole time." She began walking back and forth remembering your memories, "So what I see here, is a baby witch, obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn't explain your hijinks. Where did you get the big guns, Y/n?"

The setting changed again and you were now in the one of the most awful places of your childhood. The events that caused you the most painful memories. When you were strapped in a bed at a laboratory owned by All for one. Numbers of mad scientist injecting different serums inside your body. It was agonizing. You and Katsuki were treated like lab rats. Test subjects.

"No! I don't wanna go back there."

"Oh but angel, it's the best medicine. The only way forward, is back."

You walked away and relive your experience as a lab rat for the godforsaken villains. From being injected to being isolated as you watch sitcoms on the provided crummy television in your cell.

Momo appeared behind you and leaned close to your ear, "Things are adding up, buttercup. I have a theory but I need more."

Another snap of Momo's finger brought you to a change of scenery. It was you but much more recent. You were sitting on the bed all alone.

"So where is this? The heroes compound?"

"It was the first home Shoto and I ever shared. Katsuki just died, I was in the city, I was all alone."

"Todoroki?" You said as you sensed him on the other side of your bedroom door.

"I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to intrude. Well I suppose, yes, I did intend to come in here."

"And now?"

"And... Well, whatever is your preference."

You patted the seat beside and called for him. He sat on the mattress with you and watched the tv show you were so enamored with where the man in the television was hammering a nail when the whole wooden infrastructure fell on him.

"Is it funny because of the grievous injury the man just suffered?"

"No it's not. He's really just injured. "

"Oh. Y/n...I would presume I don't know what you are feeling but I would like to know. Should that be of some comfort for you?"

"What makes you think that talking about it would bring me some sort of comfort?"

"Oh-- I--"

"The only thing that would bring me comfort, is seeing him again."

"I'm sorry. "

"No, Todoroki, I'm sorry. I'm just... Tired. I feel like being washed by the waves over and over again... Every time I try to stand up it just knocks me back down."

"I'm sorry Y/n. I'm not really sure what to do. I've never loved someone so I don't know how painful it is to lose someone. But what is grief if not love persevering?"

The whole conversation between you and Todoroki led to laughing and cracking up from the sitcom you were watching.

Momo has tears in the corner of her eyes though you have no idea if it was genuine or not, "So to recap, parents dead, brother dead, Todoroki dead?"

A tear slipped passed your eyes as your knees weakened making you fall on the carpeted floor. Your shaking hands all clammy and knuckles turning white as you sob pulling on your hair. Realization washed over you forcing yourself to be brought back to the harsh reality that you no longer have anyone. You no longer have anybody. You would give everything you have to live in your illusion once more. To sleep with the love of your life, to hold his cheek, to be kissed lovingly by him, to cook breakfast for him and your children, to goof around with your brother, to see the smiles of your kids, you would give up everything to relive those stolen moments. Everything.

The realization of no longer having anyone hit you like a truck. You cry to yourself as you mentally curse whatever is up there. The Gods, the universe. What have you done to deserve such cruel reality. You sacrifice your own life to save others, you put your life in the line in order to maintain peace and happiness and this is what you were given in return? The pain was too much to bare. It was more than agonizing.

"What happened when he wasn't there? What pulled you from the darkness?" you looked up at Momo with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

"I can't do this anymore."

"Come on, Y/n! You're on the precipice. You are right there! Tell me how you did it." She walked behind you and placed her hands on the blades of your shoulders, caressing it with such gentleness. "Todoroki is gone. But you wanted him back."

"I wanted him back..." You whispered as you were brought to another memory.

It was you striding inside the hospital using your quirk to force the doors open. You were bleeding yourself to death as you just came from the battleground, you had a busted lip, a cut on your cheek, a broken arm and probably a broken nose but you didn't care because all of it wouldn't matter if Todoroki is dead. You went directly to the morgue and your heart dropped at the sight of your lifeless lover. He was the only one you had left. You wanted him back. You needed him back.

You hugged his cadaver close to your chest as Endeavor stood outside looking at you with such concern. He walked inside and tried to pull you away from his deceased son but you tried everything in your power as you wiggle out of his grasp crying for Todoroki.

'At the end of every episode, it was all just a bad dream. None of it is real...' You fooled yourself

"Y/n! Stop this! You're being hysterical. Stop causing a scene."

Registering his words, the sadness in your eyes morphed into rage as you lunged towards him.

"Is that all you care about?! Your son is dead! He's lying there lifeless and all you care about is me causing a scene?!"

"Will you stop this nonsense?"

"No!"

"Then I'm gonna have to ask you to get out."

An offended expression took over your features, "Are you serious? I'm his wife!"

"And I'm his father."

"Since when? Since when were you a father to him?"

"Y/n. Please leave." he said sternly.

"Fine." You walked out of the hospital furious leaving a dumbfounded Endeavor behind.

You got inside your car and drove away as fast as you can.

After hours of driving, you arrived at the Hyogo prefecture. It was a peaceful place, no more villains, just happy people and quiet lives. It was perfect. Perfect for you, and perfect for Shoto.

You stopped at a vacant lot that has an unfinished house with hallow blocks scattered and poles standing. You got out of the car with a paper on your hand. Walking around the place with a dingy aura surrounding you, it contrasted the genuine smile on your face. The skies were somber and gloomy but you smiled to yourself as you look at the said paper. Though it was a plain looking real estate brochure, there was a heart drawn in it with words written inside.

'To grow old together. -S.'

You hugged the brochure as close as possible as you fell on your knees. You gripped harshly on the grass as your eyes began to well up for the thousandth time that day. You sobbed loudly and people walking by started to give you distasteful looks but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Your sadness from his death and your anger towards the world collide. Scarlet hues of powerful energy began divulging out of your body as you stand up to release more. All the locked up emotions broke free as you scream your lungs out and the mixture of red and scarlet hues got released from you like a wild caged animal. You were blinded by your rage and sorrow, the crimson energy began taking over the whole town-- no, it was too powerful that it took over the whole prefecture.

Everything that was once somber, was warped into something so joyous and bright. Just like how you wanted it to be. The unfinished house you once stood turned into a fully furnished suburban home and you tried everything in your power to bring the love of your life back. Your back was arched as you scream painfully and more energy was released from your body. A few more seconds after, you successfully got Shoto back. You smiled to yourself as your wobbly legs fell on the floor. You stood up exhausted as he smiled softly at the sight of you.

"Y/n, welcome home."

A tear of joy strolled down your cheek as you walk towards him and cupped his face on your hand before leaning in for a sweet passionate kiss.

You watched the scene in front of you with a melancholy heart until slow clapping sounds brought you back to the actual reality.

Momo was looking at you a bit amused, "Bravo, my dear." And with that, she disappeared.

You tried looking for any signs of her but there are none. That was until you heard painful cries that sounded like your children.

"Mom! Mom! Help us!" "Mom! Help!"

#📌ann.writes #mha angst #bnha x reader #angst #bnha #mha todoroki #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki angst #wandavision

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chifufuuyu · 2 years

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Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

…

Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”

#my heart did a somersault. not kidding

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chifufuuyu · 2 years

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am i in love with sergeant barney? yes. yes i fucking ammmmm

Everybody Loves Somebody PART 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1

Summary: Bucky and Y/n remember each other from the 40s, getting sweet fleeting memories of their love from their dreams at night. What they don’t know is that they’ll finally meet again.

Warnings: torture, panic attack, Bucky explaining his past, needles, trauma… i think that’s it?

Words: 4,1k

A/N: man this was HARD to write but I got through it!! Im not as proud of this as I am of the first one, but I’m still relatively happy with it. Hope you all like it! Feedback would be greatly appreciated

[previously]

Words failed Bucky. He held you tightly and cried into your hair, he didn’t want to let you go, ever.

You pulled away to get a good look at his face and you wiped his tears, you smiled through your cries, “Still my handsome Bucky”

Your words only made him cry more “God, what did they do to you” he looked at your body, covered almost head to toe with injury after injury.

“I think we have a lot to talk about” you smiled sadly at him and held his face in your hands.

“Oh my god” Bucky heard steve say and he turned his head, without moving his arms away from you.

“Y/n?” Steve walked closer to you as he got a good look on his face. You clung to Bucky for dear life, because of how weak you were, but also because you were terrified. You were scared of being taken away from him again, of this being a dream or some kind of illusion.

Your eyes took in the star-spangled man’s features and recognition washed over you.

“Steve” you said in disbelief.

“Okay. Is somebody gonna explain what the hell is happening or what?” Tony said, evidently confused and slightly distraught.

Bucky cleared his throat and sniffled “Y/n… she and I,” he looked at you and his heart skipped a beat “She was my girl, back in the 40s. We’d been dating for a few years before I-uh…. Well you know” he nodded.

“How are you alive, James?” Reality started to make itself apparent before you “They told me you fell off the train… and Steve” you looked at him “they told us you crashed and passed away. How are you here?”

Bucky realizes he has to tell you that he was turned into an assassin, into a heartless machine. His stomach fills with dread at the thought of you changing the way you look at him; a small part of him hopes that you’re still the way you were before: understanding, and sweet, and too good for him.

“Like you said, sweetheart. We have a lot to talk about.” His voice wavered. You seemed to understand it was going to be a long and hard conversation and all you wanted was to make that sadness in his face disappear. You hug him tightly and hide your face in his neck.

“I’m just glad I’m here with you now” you said quietly. He hugged you back just as tightly and pressed a kiss to your head.

“C’mon” he became painfully aware of your bruised and battered body “we gotta take you to medical, doll. You’re fallin’ apart” he hooks his hands under your knees (extremely careful not to disturbed your clearly fresh injuries) and starts to walk you away from the living room and into a long hall. The way its brightly lit makes you feel safe, but the sight of the floor to ceiling windows at your left make you gasp.

“What? Whats wrong?” Says Bucky, worried. He follows your gaze and notices you’re looking at the windows, mouth agape, eyes squinting slightly at the sunlight you weren’t used to. He walks towards the window and you look curiously at the world in front of you, your arms still hooked around his neck and Bucky still carrying you effortlessly.

“I haven’t seen, well-“ you struggled to find the words “outside, in a very long time”

Bucky thinks he actually felt his heart break and drop to his stomach “Jesus” he felt a knot rise in his throat.

You notice his state of worry and shush him “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here now, aren’t I?” You said as comfortingly as you could manage.

He nodded and pushed the knot back down.

“When you’re all healed, I’ll take you to the garden, downstairs” he couldn’t help but tear up “I’ll take you anywhere you want. Show you anything you want to see” your eyes matched his glassy ones “Hell, I’ll give you the moon if you ask me to”

“Still as charming as the James I remember” you said, smiling softly. Your words brought an awful lot of comfort to Bucky. Knowing that you were still his Bucky, made a warmth spread through his chest and butterflies soar in his tummy.

You were now in a spacious room. It was all white, with technology you didn’t recognize, and it was brightly lit, making feel safe as you were in the halls. Bucky laid you down carefully on what you guessed was a medical bed. He was sat on a chair by the bed and holding your hand, rubbing it lovingly with… wait- a metal hand? How didn’t you notice? He had lost an arm? Your poor Bucky. You decide to ask him about it later.

“I can see the gears turning in your head, Doll” he broke you out of your thoughts “You can ask” he said, voice warm and comforting.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked in empathy, you couldn’t help but feel sad for him. Over protective, perhaps. Even of something that had already happened.

“I did fall of that train. I lost it then” he told you without a trace of sadness in his voice. “I’ll tell you all about how I got this one okay? I promise. I just want you to get patched up and healthy first”

You nodded and held his metal hand up to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Bucky thinks his heart might burst with love.

Tony, Steve, Nat, and Sam entered the room with a man you didn’t recognize. The man with sweet eyes and a welcoming smile looked at you. He was wearing a lab coat.

“Hi” he approached you slowly. Regardless of the softness of his actions, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, the crisp white lab coat making terrible memories flash through your mind. Your lip quivered and you scooted to the edge of the bed, away from the man in the white coat and closer to Bucky.

“Y/n, honey it’s alright. This is Dr. Banner. He’s here to help you” Bucky said, scared of your reaction.

“The coat” you said quietly

“The coat?” It dawned on Bucky. People with lab coats at HYDRA aren’t exactly known for doing good things to the prisoners.

“Does it remind you of someone that scares you?”

You nodded and a single tear left your eye and rolled down your cheek. The stranger took the garment off and dropped it on the floor.

“My name is Dr. Bruce Banner” he said quietly and sweetly “I’m not here to hurt you, I swear. I want to help you.” You started to calm down.

You nodded and Bucky’s caressing on your arm helped you feel more at ease.

“I need to know some things about your conditions” He said, sitting down on a stool in front of the bed. “What state was she in when you found her?” Bruce asked Steve.

“She was unconscious on the floor. Wouldn’t wake up at all” Steve said with a gloomy look.

Bruce nodded and turned to you “Do you think you could tell me what you know of what they did to your body?”

You nodded again, meeting Bucky’s eyes looking for courage.

“When they first captured me, they injected a version of the super soldier serum into me. After that they put me in cryo… I-I don’t know for how long. I also know that they injected some kind of supplement for food everytime i was taken out of cryo… I don’t remember the last time I ate real food.” you gulped, Bucky squeezed your hand “they would take me out and basically use me like a punching bag” you paused “a guinea pig. They would bring in mutants and have them test their abilities on me” you choked up “T-they would also test torture devices on me. Specifically constructed to inflict pain. Sometimes they would be like electric shock, sometimes it was just blinding pain, any type of agonizing pain, really” you’re surprised at how you managed to stay composed. The team stood speechless.

Bucky was currently trying to keep it together, a frown deeply engraved in his features, his hand almost bound to yours. Tears threatening to spill.

Now came the hard part “When- when I-“ you took a deep breath. C’mon Y/n, you can do this “When I misbehaved in any way, shape or form, like resisting experiments or even speaking when I wasn’t allowed to, even if it was unbeknownst to me” another deep breath. You were shaking profusely. “I would be punished. Sometimes beat, sometimes cut with knives, other times they got a little more creative or used one of the devices… and then instead of putting me back in cryo they would let me hurt and bleed in a cell for a few days” you broke down in a sob and your shoulders shook violently, you turned to Bucky and he stood up, holding you despite his own internal despair, still mindful of where and how to put his hands around you as to not worsen your injuries.

“God,” said Bucky through an pained, exasperated sigh and he wiped tears out of his eyes before they fell. He felt horrendous nausea but urged himself to push the vomit back down. You needed him now, he could freak out later.

“‘M so sorry, Y/n” he rubbed your back comfortingly. Trying desperately to keep it together.

The others, excluding Bruce, had left without you even noticing.

When your breathing returned to it’s usual pace, you laid back down on the bed, suddenly feeling weak and tired, both physically and mentally.

“I’m tired, Buck” you said in a small hoarse voice.

Bucky rubbed your forehead and pushed your hair away from your face gently “I know, Honey, I know. But Bruce needs to check you out and heal you. Is that okay?” His eyes flickered to Bruce’s and then back to you.

You nodded. You just wanted this to be over. You wanted to sleep.

Bruce was gentle and kind. But most of all respectful. He let you know every time he would touch you and he even managed to put an IV in you (for vitamins and to address the internal bleeding) without you going mental. He put on numbing cream for the stitches and you didn’t feel a thing, but you insisted on looking away. “Just look at me sweetheart, it’ll be over before you know it” Bucky told you. And you did. You got lost in his eyes easily. You recalled what it felt like to look to his icy blue eyes in comfort.

After all the stitches and ointments, Bruce spoke up “Ok, I need to get a blood sample now, so I can analyze the supplement and figure out when and how to give you proper food”

The thought of a needle in your arm to get blood didn’t sound very appealing to you. You look to Bucky in fear.

“It’ll be quick I promise. Bruce has like four PhDs-“

“It’s actually seven.” Bruce interrupted awkwardly

“Seven” Bucky corrected himself “and he knows how to spot a vein in seconds.”

“He’s right, I could do it with my eyes closed” Bruce said jokingly

“Please don’t do it with your eyes closed” the joke flied right over your head, you were shaking.

“Doll, look at me” you did “he’s just going to get blood to keep helping you” you realize Bucky knew exactly what you were afraid of “he won’t do anything without telling you, he’s not here to keep damaging you or to put more shit inside of you. He’s here to help you heal”

You looked at him, speechless, slightly in awe at how he managed to know your concerns so accurately.

You looked at Bruce and nodded. As soon as he grabbed the needle your head whipped to Bucky’s. He softened at your scared face and smoothed out the wrinkle between your furrowed brows with his thumb.

“Hey” he said, in need to distract you

“Yes?” You replied

“Do you remember the song that was playing?” He fears if you don’t, it might break his heart “The night we first met, I mean. At the bar”

“Everybody Loves Somebody by Dean Martin” you replied almost instantly, as if it was obvious. You felt a slight pinch at your arm but before you could panic, Bucky’s reaction, his face of pure bliss and his gleaming smile made you forget everything else in the room.

“You refused to tell me your name” he laughs lightly, recalling every detail about that night.

“Don’t be dramatic! I didn’t refuse, just wanted to play hard to get for a minute” you rolled your eyes.

Bruce cleared his throat “All done!” He showed you the vile.

“I didn’t feel a thing” your eyes were wide “are you some kind of wizard?”

Bruce laughed “No” he packed his things quickly “Just a nerd with too many PhDs”

“Thank you, Dr Banner” you said earnestly “for making me feel safe” you felt shy all the sudden.

“No need to thank me at all, Y/n. You deserve respect and you have a right to consent. Remember that” you nodded “I put some pain meds in your IV, I can tell you’re hurting. They might make you drowsy, you should really sleep. It is imminent that you rest. Your body needs it.” He smiled sadly at you “I’ll let you know when I know anything” he holds the vial up. He waves goodbye and leaves you and Bucky alone.

“Go to sleep, darling” Bucky rubbed your forehead “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You nodded and your eyelids felt considerably. You fell asleep quickly into a deep slumber, your body and mind completely drained.

When Bucky saw your breathing slow and even, and your mouth slightly part, he stepped out of the room, chest tightening.

You were here. You were really here with him, and you were tortured and experimented on like you were nothing more that a rag doll.

After 70 years of torment and agony, you had managed to find each other.

It suddenly became to much, the lingering notion of having to tell you all that he went through and all the death in destruction he was made to cause… it was too much. He stepped away further from the room and farther into the halls, careful not to wake you.

He couldn’t breathe, no matter how big an inhale, the air wouldn’t reach his lungs. He felt anger, a need to protect you, to put you in his pocket and carry you there forever, shielding you from any further harm that could be done to you. Tears left him freely and he gasped for air desperately, eventually falling to his knees. His vision was blurry.

“Woah- Woah,” Sam appeared behind him and kneeled by his side “c’mon Buck, breathe” Bucky tried his hardest, but his breaths were shallow and useless, he shook his hear in distress “I know it’s a lot man,” He tried to focus on Sam’s voice as much as he could “But everything is okay now. She’s okay, you’re okay. It’s all going to be alright” Sam said, harshly but also somehow comfortingly at the same time.

Bucky let Sam’s words sink in. He reminded himself to not dwell on the past so much, and focus on today. You were here, and healthy, and resting. It was alright.

His breathing slowly went back to normal and Sam patted his back as Bucky wiped his tears. “Thanks, Sam” he said through a sigh, still looking at the floor.

“No need to thank me” Sam said sweetly “Now get back to your girl, he needs you”

“You worthless, pathetic little brat” he sneered and you cowered in fear. “I give you my best serums, give you the privilege to be met with extraordinary mutants, and you dare to complain?” He slaps you hard and tears leave your eyes, despite you trying to keep a straight face.

“You are nothing” he slaps you again.

“You’re stupid. And a coward” he spits on you and punches your stomach, making you whimper and double over.

“I’m going to make sure, принцесса, they you never see the light of day again” he pushes you and you fall to the ground, shoulders shaking with your cries.

“You don’t deserve it”

“Y/n?” Bucky held your shoulders “Wake up Honey it’s just a dream”

You open your eyes and you feel your heart racing in your chest. You sigh in relief, grateful that it was just a dream.

“You’re safe” he says, wiping your tears away and you nod. He hugs you and you kay your head on his chest as he rubs your back.

“You sleep good?” He asks in a sweet, loving voice

“Mhm” you mumble against his chest “For how long was I out?”

“Fourteen hours” he said

“Sounds about right” you said through a chuckle.

“Buck?” You look up at him and he smiles, petting your cheek softly “Could I- Is it-“ you stutter nervously.

“What is it sweetheart, what do you need?” He says, waiting at your beck and call to get you anything you need.

“I’m thirsty” you said quietly. The fear in your eyes made Bucky’s heart shatter.

“Oh baby,” he said in understanding, cradling your cheek “You can ask for anything, you can do anything you want” he assured you “I’ll go get you some water. Anything else?” He said as he walked away.

You shook your head “Just you”

He smiled and left the room. You realize how lucky you are, that fate has favored you in at least one way. He brought you back him. As if there had always been an invisible string tying you to him.

He came back quickly with a glass of water and handed in to you. You sat up and drank it in three big gulps. “Thank you” you smile at him. He thinks you’re adorable and he can’t get over it.

“So” your eyes flickered to his arm. Your curiosity wasn’t lost on him.

“Right” he sighed and looked at his feet as he sat down on the chair next to the bed.

“I’ll uh- try to make this quick and simple” he cleared his throat. You grabbed his hand and held it, hoping it would bring him comfort. It did.

“When I feel from the train, HYDRA found me” your lips parted in shock “I lost my arm in the fall and they replaced it with a metal one, it was heavy and painful” he grimaces as he recalls the awful feeling of it hanging on his shoulder “they brainwashed me, wiped my memories and turned me into an assassin, a machine. There was a series of words that when I heard them, I would lose all control of myself. At that moment I, or more accurately what they called The Winter Soldier, only existed to follow orders. My orders were to kill. When I was done with a mission I would be put in cryo” a lump arise in his throat. “Steve found me a few years ago and I healed. The words no longer have any effect on me and I got a lighter arm without any relation to HYDRA” He sniffled and looked at your pained expression “They made me do horrible things Y/n… horrible. I still get dreams about what I did. It haunts me”

Your heart ached at the thought of Bucky being tortured and abused like that. You couldn’t help yourself and you got off the bed and curled into his lap “My sweet Bucky” you said, your words doused in sadness “I’m so sorry” he put his arms around your waist and he laid his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“It doesn’t make you uncomfortable? Scared of me?” He said quietly, absolutely terrified. You grabbed his face in your hands and made him look at you “James” you said in a serious tone “Why would I be scared of you? If anything I’m angry” you wiped his damp cheek “I’m angry and sad that you were violated like that. I would never be scared of you. I know how you are. I know your heart better than I know anything in this world”

Bucky thinks he’s never wanted to kiss you more in his life. So he does. He kisses you softly and sweetly. And you whimper quietly at the familiar feeling of his lips on yours, you melt into him and he holds your cheek.

When you break apart you stay cuddled into him on his lap, with your head on his shoulder and he holds you. He asks if anything hurts and you shake your head even though you’re a bit sore. You just want to stay like this forever.

“Would it be inappropriate of me to say I find the arm really attractive?” You say after a few minutes of comfortable silence. He laughs out loud and it’s a sweet, sweet symphony to your ears.

“No, doll” he says while you run your fingers through the crevices and ridges of the dark grey shiny metal. “Wouldn’t be the first time I got that actually” he says coyly

You sit up a bit and look at him, gasping dramatically “do I have competition?” You say jokingly. But in the pit of your stomach a new worry arises, has he had another partner, does he have another partner. After all it’s been 70 years. You try to push the jealousy aside but the sadness of it overcomes you.

He smiles when he realizes you’re jealous “No” he says completely honestly “No one compares to you. I’m all yours”

“Good” you kiss his nose “cause I’m all yours too”

He smiled a ridiculously pretty grin “c’mon, let’s get you back in bed. You need to rest”

Its been two weeks since you arrived at the compound and it’s been… definitely not easy, but good nonetheless. Breaking out of the mindset you’d been put on wasn’t going to be an easy feat, and it was still hard for you to believe that you were free. Your brain might be aware of it, but your subconscious was still conditioned to believe that you have no autonomy over your own being and your actions. Mishaps surrounding this were bound to happen. Like last week, you’d been in the kitchen with Bucky when he was showing you around. You had a glass of water in your hands, and it slipped out, falling into the floor and breaking into tiny shards of glass.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry it just slipped out I’m s-” you said between shaky, shallow breaths, eyes stuck to the floor, your arms around your torso, preparing for whatever might be the punishment that followed your miss behavior.

Bucky recognized the look of guilt and fear on your face almost immediately “Y/n, Honey look at me” he slowly put his hands on your arms and your eyes shot up to his “It was just an accident, sweetheart. It wasn’t your fault it’s okay” you nod, breaking out of your trance and he begins to grab your arms and untangle them from your torso. You hug him, not knowing what else to do or say.

“I’m sorry” you said quietly “for freaking out like that” he smoothed his hand over your head.

“It’s not your fault, doll” he said softly “it’s not your fault that you were traumatized like that. You’re in all your right to freak out anytime. You will heal eventually. Time heals”

“When did you get so wise?” You say looking up at him.

He laughs softly “I’ve always been wise doll c’mon”

“You were certainly clever” you said, smiling “with the way you swept me off my feet at that bar, I doubt theres any situation you couldn’t persuade your way into”

He shook his head “Nah” he held your waist now “You were just so lovely I had to know your name. I was dying to dance with you”

“See?” You said rolling your eyes “you’re way too charming. It’s dangerous”

As you stood in his arms, you felt an enormous amount of love for him, and it became almost urgent for you to tell him in that instant.

“James?” You said, still looking up at him

“Yes, dear?” He replied smiling adorably at you.

“I love you” he smiled even wider and moved his hand up to hold your cheek.

“I love you” he said before kissing your forehead and hugging you again, nuzzling his face into your neck.

The both of you stayed wrapped in each other for a little while, without a care in the world. Without concern about the past, or the future for that matter, simply enjoying each other’s company. Once again thankful that destiny brought you together again.

Would you like to read more about this story? Let me know!

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i can hear cat valentine stawp-

Natasha, drunk, singing: What are the states where Yelena can’t go?

Natasha: Arizona, Utah, O-hi-O.

Natasha: There’s three more states where Yelena can’t be; Texas, New Hampshire and Tenn-e-ssee!

Yelena, also drunk: I am also not welcome in Europe.

The Avengers:

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Lagos. For when you make a mess you didn’t mean to!

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I want it to be canon that Natasha is still alive and that Clint and her are sitting in the teacups at Disneyland. While having a straightforward face while Kate and Yelena are screaming in the background, rapidly spinning in circles.

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“got snap?” i have an address where you can send me roses and love letters mf act grown

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chifufuuyu · 2 years

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starting a folklovermore masterlist🦦

almost everything ive written is based on taylor swift songs tho lmao🤡

#📌ann.kalat #taylor swift

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Will 'house of stones' possibly have a part 2?

Maybe write out your dream revenge fantasy because I just want to read Osamu + the mom drowning in pain and regret, although that's very unlikely in real life.

vicious. lol i like it. im thinking about writing a part two for a while now but i got a bit busy with school and the holidays but yeahh ill be sure to write a part two!

#📌ann.swers

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i just had this really cute thought. imagine you and chris have twins and he makes a announcement video holding only one twin and goes “we got trouble” and then you come in and go “make it double”

pick me up off the floor please

also ask will be back on in an hour and i wanna hear some fantasies

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied (2017) // Only The Young (2020) // hoax (2020) // the lakes (2020) // ivy (2020) // marjorie (2020) // right where you left me (2020) // it's time to go (2020)

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toji: i’ll marry the first person to sit on the chair i guess

me and naoya:

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5 reasons why manjiro ‘mikey’ sano wished he had never met you

# 1 : if he never met you then maybe he wouldn't have to deal with someone as clingy as you. always clutching on his arm whenever you were on a date. always peppering his face with tiny little smooches. always sitting on his lap whenever you had the chance to with your arms wrapped around his neck. arranging movie nights after movie nights just to bug him about how his day went. mikey appreciated the love you were giving him but he could only handle so much.

#2 : if he never met you then maybe he wouldn't have to deal with the constant nagging. every first step he set on the wooden floor of your shared home, the first thing he hears is a screech followed by blabbers about how you have been worried to death for him. shouting at him for not returning your calls and replying to your text messages. yelling at him to have a nice properly everytime you see him eat a dorayaki. mikey hates it when you nag him and treat him like a child.

#3 : if he never met you then maybe he wouldn't have to deal with you bitching about his lifestyle. how he would've been better off if he get a real job and not lead a criminal organization. you reasoned that you only wanted what you think is the best for him. as his s/o, you worry for him. what happens if he gets caught or worse, ends up dead on some ditch beaten up by his rivals and enemies. mikey sees where you're coming from, of course he does. but it's his life and "you only live once" so he decides how to live it.

#4 : if he never met you then maybe he would’ve been spared from the sadness of having his heart broken. because even if he admits it or not, he loved you wholeheartedly. you were the only reason he hasn’t lost his sanity. you were the only reason he kept going after he had lost the most important people in his life. aside from drugs, you were the only one that caused him euphoria. the feeling of ecstasy without being high. he couldn’t afford to lose you yet he still did.

#5 : if he never met you then maybe you would've been spared from death. maybe he wouldn’t be crying himself to sleep after the news got to him that your lifeless body was found in some abandoned warehouse. your body looked so frail. it looked like you hadn’t eaten for a week. the beautiful orbs of yours that once held hopefulness and joy was replace with cold and lifeless ones. your arm that used to always be locked with his were now etched with scars. some were fresh and still dripping with blood and some weren’t. when it dawned to him that you were gone, he couldn’t help but sob as sadness surges in his veins. the moment he held your hand in his, he knew he would never feel the state of happiness again. he would never hear your voice nor your laughs and giggles ever again. he would never hear the obnoxious nagging of yours ever again. he could never show you how much he truly loves you anymore…

if manjiro sano never met you, then maybe you would still be alive living a happy life without him in it…

#📌ann.writes #mikey tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader angst #tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #mikey x reader angst #angst #tokyo rev x reader #tr angst #manjiro mikey sano #manjiro sano x reader

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house of stones

ft. dad!osamu, uncle!atsumu

genre : angst, fluff if u squint

cw : platonic relationships, osamu is an asshole, divorce, negligence (?) , failed marriage, not proofread

wc : 1.4k+

i just wanna share the pain of being a child of annulled parents🥲

YOUR SMILE NEVER REACHED YOUR EYES as a pretentious grin took over your features displayed in front of the flashing cameras. cheers and applause were heard as you stood proudly at the top of the stage with golden medals around your neck, holding tightly onto your cherished diploma. a gown and a sash covered the pretty little dress you're wearing underneath and a stiff square cap is placed on top of your head. your eyes searched the crowd for the most important people you've been expecting to attend but no signs of them were seen.

your eyes traveled the sea of people in search of your mother and father, but instead, you saw a tuft of blond hair whose eyes disappeared from joy of seeing you, his precious little niece, receive most of the important awards there is.

finishing as magna cum laude despite being a varsity player of a prestigious university was never hard for you because you had one goal. it pushed you to work not twice, not thrice, not four times, but ten times harder than you ever did in your entire life. one goal that you wish to achieve but was never able to. graduating college students such as yourself, mainly focused on being successful and living a lavish life, but you were different. you never cared for riches or luxuries, the only dream you wished to live was a life where your parents are proud of you. but that dream stayed as a fantasy you never had the chance to experience.

you were merely three years old when your parents divorced and you were forced to go through the vicious process of seeing your parents battle for your custody at such a young age. your mother cheated on your dad when you were at least two years old and that caused their marriage to fall apart. the infidelity of your mother made an impact on the custody battles and created hopes for your father to be granted your full custody but in the end, your mother won.

she won not only because you were under the age of seven, but your mother also presented fake evidences and statements of your father abusing both you and your mom. she came from a wealthy family and was privileged to hold power over judges and to get away with the mistakes she had committed. she wanted to be granted full custody not because she wanted to be with you but because she was forced to be with you.

your mother's side of the family are wealthy and well known. the kind of family that was always in the spotlight and center of public controversies. they couldn't afford to have the only daughter of the family, divorced and deprived of the child's custody. because what kind of mother wouldn't be granted full custody despite of the child being under the age of seven? a terrible one, that's who. it was written in the law. they didn't want dirt on their family so they did everything in their power to win the case and make it seem like your mother was the victim of the situation, not even caring about your feelings because in their words, "you were too young to understand"

life with your mother was like living with a joan crawford psycho shrew. the kind of woman who needs to be sued for negligence but will always get away with it with just one call from her dad. she was the kind of woman who only shows affection in public to make it seem life she was the perfect mother. but she was far from that. she used to bring different men every night and fortunately, your bedroom was located in the west wing and hers in the east wing because she wanted to be as far away from you as possible. your birthdays and important milestones were only spent with the maids that actually loved you more than your mother did.

so the moment you turned eighteen, you packed all your shit and moved out of the house you couldn't even call a home. it's not like your mother cared. she can just say that she sent you off to college or something.

you thought you were finally free from the misery as you stood at the doorstep of your dad's supposed house but what broke you the most was when he opened the door and greeted you with a warm smile. his hair turning gray and looked much older than you remembered. you were only four when you were forced to be separated from him but the warmth feeling of being in a place you can actually call home made your heart flutter. that only lasted for a second as your gaze fell onto the little girl clinging onto him like a koala as he muttered the words you dreaded to hear.

"do i know you?" he asked despite the clear resemblance of the both of you.

looking at the little girl in his arms was like looking into a mirror and seeing your younger self. you had almost every features of osamu except your eyes.

your heart was once again, shattered by the people that were supposed to be the one providing you with comfort and love.

you couldn't bare to tell him that you were his long lost daughter because he seemed contented with his life now. so you did the only thing you could think of. you walked away from his house even though he called for you and asked if something was wrong. you ignored him as you turn your back away from him. you walked away with tears streaming down your face. you were already deprived of a mother’s love and now, your father find a replacement for you? it’s just too much to handle. too much pain to bare.

you were greeted by a warm embrace as you stood at the doorstep of your father's brother's house. of course you knew of atsumu, he was a famous volleyball player and someone you looked up to the most. you managed to be in contact with him from one of his fan meetings. you remembered when you used to call him uncle tsumu and he would carry you in his shoulders. the moment he laid eyes on you, unlike his brother, he instantly recognized you and ditch his own event to spend time with his darling niece. you were fifteen years old then and ever since, you and him restored the special bond you had with him from your childhood.

he took you inside and since then, you've been living with him. when you told him about how the it went down with osamu, he was enraged. he did his very best to love you and treated you like a daughter he never had, you treated him like your own father in return. you were showered with love and affection you were deprived as a child and it felt good to finally have someone in your life that actually cares about you.

when osamu found out who you really are, he attempted to reconcile with you but you never gave him the time of the day. you ignored him but still craved for his attention. once, you agreed to go on a lunch with him to talk. in his defense, he just wanted to move on and distract himself from the pain of being separated from you so he desperately find someone to fill the void in his heart. he didn’t mean to forget about you and hurt your feelings but he still did. he asked for your forgiveness and promised to be in your life again, and to never miss a milestone like he did before.

he promised he would be in the most important events of your life so where was he in your college graduation?

you walked out of the stage defeated and atsumu was there to comfort you. he was pissed because of his brother missing his own daughter's graduation. he took you out to dinner and made your night a little better. you were still bummed that your dad never came to your graduation so you decided to pay him a visit and if you thought that you're already broken to the core, you were proven wrong when you saw him inside with his new wife and new daughter celebrating. a ribbon of recognition was pinned into her dress like a corsage and was grinning ear to ear jumping and cheering as your her dad cooked for them.

you watched them from afar living the life you wished to live and smiled bitterly as you retreated back home to the only person who loved you and cherished you.

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so my little cousin decided to put our cats into her dollhouse

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chifufuuyu · 2 years

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bonnie and clyde

“traitors never win, little lady…”

pairing : rindou haitani x reader

genre : angst

cw : smut, car sex, mentions of death, undercover!reader, rindou is an asshole, degradation, vaginal penetration, praise, dumbification (?), use of angel and darling

wc : 1.7k+

MINORS DNI OR I WILL HAUNT YOU!

SWEAT TRICKLED DOWN your forehead as you breathlessly moan gripping tightly on your boyfriend’s shoulders before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you pulled him into a heated kiss as he ruthlessly assault your bruised cunt. the aroma of sex filled the air as you bounced on rindou’s cock on the passenger seat of his maserati straddling his waist. it didn’t take long for the car windows to fog up from all the heavy breathing and panting.

you met rindou haitani when you were at one of the clubs bonten own. it was about five months ago. the first time you walked into that club, you immediately caught his eye. you were wearing a skimpy little red dress that almost covered nothing. it didn’t take too long for the both of you to end up twisted in sheets and since then, your relationship with him just escalated.

you pulled away from the kiss arching your back despite being in a cramped place. rindou placed his hands on your waist as he dragged you up and down meeting his thrust, the tip of his dick kissed your cervix everytime making you release a high pitched moan.

“god you’re so fucking hot…” rindou groaned, biting on your shoulders, sucking on it harshly. he dragged two fingers on your clit rubbing on it relentlessly as tears clouded your vision from the pleasure and pain he’s causing you. he pulled away from your shoulder with a pop leaving a fresh pinkish purple hickey on display for everyone to see. being the youngest one growing up, he was never the one to share so he always make sure to mark what’s his. you could only moan in ecstasy as he thrust his big fat cock into your swollen pussy.

“is this the only thing you’ve been thinking all day? you just wanted my cock inside your fucking cunt that’s you were bitching on the dinner with the guys aren’t you? such a fucking slut.” he chuckled darkly as he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you closer as he connected his lips with yours. kiss turning sloppier and needier, the both of you are hungry for each other as you desperately chase each other’s release before rindou pulled away and connected his forehead with yours.

“you’re mine, aren’t you, angel? all for me. god you’re so fucking perfect.” he said, brutally pistoning his cock into your abused cunt. glossy eyes rolling to the back of your head as you scream in pleasure.

it’s not like anybody can hear you. the car was parked in a secluded place near a cliff. the sound of waves crashing onto the rocky shore and the chirping of crickets were the only things that were heard aside from your screams as the moon and stars shined lighting up the dark sky.

gaze turning hazy as you near your orgasm, your head fell onto the column of rindou’s neck as he continuously thrusted in and out of you watching as his cock disappear into your wet drooling pussy. you clenched tightly on him as he lifted up your body only to drag you back down forcefully. his dick twitched inside of you as he mutters sweet nothings in your ears.

“best cunt i’ve ever had. shit— you are so fucking tight. do you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, voiced raspy from all the moans from earlier. you couldn’t answer his simple question because you were too cock drunk to think. a harsh slap came in contact with your ass bringing you back to reality. lifting your head up from his shoulder, you saw your boyfriend glaring at you. “i asked you a question, y/n. shouldn’t you answer? what? can’t think with that dumb little head of yours?”

“y-yes… rin, oh god, wanna… wanna fucking cum…”

“you wanna cum? you wanna fucking cum? then beg me.” he said as he mercilessly fucked your pussy. he slapped your ass once more and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for at least three days.

“please, rin- ah… s’ too much… can i cum— please please let me cum… oh god i fucking love you…” you babble mindlessly as your body continuously gets dragged up and down. you could only grip on his shoulders and let him take control.

rindou smirked hearing your please. “then fucking cum little whore. cum on my cock…” he grunted slowing down his thrust, the change in pace drove you to the edge of orgasm as you came.

he thrusted a few more times before cumming inside of spasming cunt. his softening cock stayed inside you for a while as the both of you panted before he pulled you into another kiss. you kissed him back immediately but you were cut off when you heard his phone rang.

“you did such a great job, baby. i just have to take this. i’ll be back, okay?”

he pulled out of your pussy and you moved back to the driver seat as rindou grabbed his phone and looking at the caller’s id. he clicked his tongue before answering the call and going out of the car, leaving you by yourself but you were too tired to care. your heavy eyes succumbed into the darkness as you fell into a deep slumber because of exhaustion.

rindou’s eyes flashed with anger and amusement as he marched back inside the car. after a few minutes, the phone call ended. he looked at your sleeping figure amused and grinning maliciously. he dragged his thumb and brushed it past your lips before gently caressing your cheeks.

“so you were a narc all along?” he chuckled amusedly. “didn’t catch the hint when you were bouncing on my cock.”

“you’re just doing your job, little lady. and now, i gotta do mine…” he said, his voice laced with malice as he licked his upper lip before exchanging places with your sleeping body and driving away.

you woke up from the splash of water hitting your face. the first thing you heard before fluttering your eyes were the faint whispers of your kidnappers. kidnappers that you’re familiar and acquainted with.

“so what should we do to her boss?”

“i say let’s kill her.”

“fucking traitor.”

“she was a pig all along…”

“that’s adorable, she thought she could take us down…”

“i think we should let rindou decide”

your hazy eyes looked around the place and the first thought that came across your mind was that you were in an abandoned warehouse. your wrists are tied into the chair you’re in, you tried wiggling out of the rope but it wouldn’t budge so you just sighed. you already knew this shit was gonna happen and you were prepared for this so you were not surprised when you were greeted by the sight of bonten around you.

“little miss detective is awake now…” sanzu said popping a pill into his mouth.

you just rolled your eyes at the drug addicted pink head before shifting your gaze to a grinning rindou holding your badge and gun in his hands.

“didn’t know you were a narc when you were bouncing on my cock.” he said proudly making you scoff in return.

“now now, pretty… don’t give me the attitude or i might just kill you on the spot…” he said playing with your gun in his hand. “just leave us alone. i’ll deal with her on my own.” he said and looked at mikey for permission to which the white haired man nodded and left with the other executives.

“so… it’s just you and me now, beautiful…” you didn’t reply and just stared at him with dark dull eyes.

“stop giving me that look or i’ll fuck that bratty attitude out of you.” he said walking towards you and leaning his face closer to yours before booping your nose and laughing.

he pulled away and took out your badge once again.

“this yours? i saw it on your apartment… you know what i hate the most, y/n?”

“sanzu?” you asked making him chuckle.

“yes. but aside from sanzu, i also hate traitors. and you know what i do to them?”

“kill them.”

“good girl. now what kind of death do you want? i’ll make you choose since i’ve always liked you… do you want a painful death or a quick one so you don’t have to suffer?”

your eyes that were once fierce became glossy, finally processing the situation you were in. there was no going back.

but to be honest, you did love him. genuinely. you turned your back on the force just to be with him and now, the guy who you turned your back on the world for, is now planning to take your life.

what a great life you’ve had.

“you take too long to decide. i’ll just choose quick death for you since i’ve always liked you but that doesn’t matter now. fucking traitor.” his voice was now serious and the hint of playfulness that was once laced in his voice is gone.

he loaded the gun before raising it towards your head and smirked, “any last words, darling?”

“i love you…”

“that doesn’t change the fact that you betrayed me, y/n. once a traitor, always a traitor. and you already know what happen to traitors. they die.”

you shut your eyes and bit harshly on your lip drawing blood on it but you couldn’t care less as you prepare yourself to take the shot. rindou haitani looked at you with no hint of any emotion before pulling the trigger and the last thing you heard was a loud bang before your eyes shut on it’s own.

after pulling the trigger on you, he leaned down with a stray tear on his cheeks and pecked your lips gently before saying, “i love you too, angel.”

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