#anyway trying to calm down your not boyfriend from nightmares and he cuddles you in his sleep and calms down from his nightmare
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heya hiya bbg!! since you are writing for bucky i might as well do 10 y/o me some justice <3
i weirdly remember this dream i had (most of my requests are my delusional ahh dreams oml😞) where reader basically calms him after a nightmare like asking him what happened, if he wants to talk abt it, humming/singing to him, trying to cheer him up, etc etc
v cute v fluffy <3
hopefully u can get to this soon! have a great week/end!
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angel my bbg hi!! love it love it love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌
UNRESTED.
bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count. 647
warnings. reverse comfort bc I can’t stop myself from writing it, nightmares but no description. it’s just fluff and comfort
It was no secret that Bucky didn't sleep well, often tormented by memories, leaving him with minimal hours of uninterrupted rest. Most nights were the same, him restlessly tossing in bed, murmuring and jolting as though he's stuck in the past - reliving it all over again.
Tonight was no different. You were nudged awake by your boyfriend sleeping to the right of you, his twitching movements hustling the mattress and snatching the covers. You check the time on your phone and sit up slowly, adjusting beside Bucky.
You extend a hand, hesitantly reaching for him. You place your palm over his shoulder, the sheen of his cold sweat permeating your skin. "James," you whisper, trying not to startle him. "James," you try again.
He abruptly sits, lids flinging open, a deep, heavy inhale filling his lungs. "God," he murmurs, brushing a hand down his face. His breathing is ragged and strained, shoulders tensing under your touch.
You brush your hand down his back, stroking over him smoothly. "You're awake. It's okay," you coo, drawing circles over his scarred skin - trying to refocus his mind.
He sighs, dropping his head in his hands, his breathing beginning to even out. "Was the same one again," he mumbles, his voice soft and saddened against his palms.
Your touch remains warm, trailing over him lovingly. "It sounded like it," you whisper, your tone gentle. "I'm sorry, love."
You slip your free hand into his metal one, carefully pulling it away from his face - your thumb brushing over the vibranium. You bring him to your lips and press a kiss on the back of it. You continue to hold him like that, one hand grazing up and down the curve of his back, your other holding the metal on your lap - trying to bring him back as such.
Bucky turns to look at you, his face knowing. The sight of your sweet features gently lit up in the moonlight, slowly putting his mind at ease.
You meet his downcast gaze, your eyes pooling with empathy. You give him a weak smile before resting the side of your head on his left shoulder, cheek skimming the scars.
"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask.
He copies your movement, resting his head over yours - the side of his face propped on your crown. "Not yet," he mutters in response, exhaling a steady breath.
"That's okay," you whisper back, turning to place a kiss on his upper metal arm. "We don't have to right now."
There's a moment of comfortable silence - the only sounds of breathing and the heavy pitter-patter of rain against the window. You continue to hold Bucky, waiting for him to pull away. But he never does.
"Sorry for waking you again,"
"James," you comfort, sweetly cooing at him. "You never have to be sorry for that... I was already awake anyway," you lie - trying to make him feel better.
You keep a grip on him as you lean back against the mattress, pulling him with you, which he adjusts immediately, cuddling into your side - his arm draping over your middle. You slip your arm under his head and wrap around it, almost like you were cocooning him. Protecting him. Just you cradling his head safely in your arms.
"Thank you," Bucky mutters, his words muffling against your skin as he presses a kiss to your shoulder.
Your fingers graze up into the short hairs at the back of his head - nails soothingly scratching his scalp. "Of course," you murmur back, whispering into his forehead.
Both of you stay like that, listening to the night storm, cuddled and huddled under the covers - his hand slowly making its way up to your heart. He rests his palm over the organ, using the faint thumping to ease him back to sleep.
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YOU’RE LOSING ME l NH13
summary: nico is pulling away, and although you're desperately trying to hold on, you can't stop the two of you from falling apart at the seams.
pairing: nico hischier x fem!reader
author's note: hi!!! been trying to finish this for a few days, but i just couldn't write anything for the ending, so the end is kinda méh. anyways, i hope you enjoy! remember: likes and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated!!! thank you so much for reading!! <3333
You met Nico Hischier in the winter. It was freezing in New Jersey, but his warm hands and big brown eyes warmed you from the inside out. He was passionate, understanding, kind, and delightful. Nico Hischier was the closest to perfection anyone has ever been. Or, used to be, at least. Now, you felt like you hadn’t seen him in days, even if you lived in the same apartment. He was gone before you were up and came back home when you were already sound asleep. You couldn't pinpoint the moment everything went downhill, and Nico stopped being the perfect boyfriend he had always been, but it was slowly killing you.
You knew you’d eventually have to let Nico go. It was the hardest thing you’d have to do, so you didn’t. You ignored the hurt when he refused to spend time with you, or when he forgot date night, or when he stopped telling you to come to his games, or when he started to go out more and more, or when he stopped texting and calling you back, or when he seemingly stopped caring. But you couldn’t escape it forever, and, most importantly, you couldn’t keep fighting this battle alone, holding on to a dying relationship until your knuckles turned white. You were miserable, and you couldn’t live your whole life like this.
You took a deep breath, watching as the rain poured down through your windows. The raindrops echoed harshly on the roof of the building, bringing an unsettling feeling to weigh in your stomach. It was loud and anxiety-inducing. It made you want to disappear under the covers, cuddled up to your boyfriend.
The rain seemed to get louder with each passing second. Your head pounded and your vision was blurred. Another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. It's just rain, you tried telling yourself.
Nights like these would have Nico holding you tightly and whispering sweet nothing into your ear until you fell asleep in his arms. If he was away, you knew you could always call him. Nico would always pick up after the second ring, even if he had been sleeping. And then they would sit there and talk, letting the darkness fade away until the nightmares were long gone, and all there was left in the world was the two of you. Until you could sleep through the night, thinking of the man who would always be there for him. But when, once again, Nico sends some half-assed excuse about missing date night because he’s going out with the boys for “team bonding”, you know you’re done. You were already reaching your breaking point and this might just have been the final blow. You take off the fancy dress, and the makeup and start packing.
Putting all of your clothes 一 or, most of them, at least, 一 is the most painful thing you’ve ever done. Especially, when all that’s left in your side of the closet are your favorite of Nico’s hoodies.
After packing all the most important stuff, you decide to get an uber. You’ll text Nico tomorrow and explain everything and then, you can come sometime later this week to get the rest of your stuff. Right now, you just need to leave peacefully. But you know it won’t be this easy when you hear the door open. You walk out, going to the living room, where Nico is just entering. He’s stumbling slightly and reeking of alcohol.
“Baby? Why are you still up?”
“I think we should break up.” You say, without looking at Nico.
“What?” He questions, suddenly sobered up by your statement.
“Nico, I love you. But this isn’t fair.” Anger sounds through your voice, while you continue, “I can’t keep trying to keep us afloat on my own anymore. I’m drowning.”
“Baby, where is this coming from?” Nico asks, with a shocked expression on his face.
“I can’t do this anymore, Nico.” Tears well up in your eyes as you speak, “This is fucking killing me. I love you in every possible way I can love someone, but you don’t even care. I’m hurt, and I’m so tired. I’m fucking exhausted, Nico.” You cry out.
“Why are you doing this?” Nico questions, again, incapable of wrapping his mind around you leaving.
“Because of you.” Bitterly, you answer, tears streaming down your face. “You pushed me away. I was here every single day, for you. And it tears me apart because you used to be mine. And I-”
“I’m yours,” He says, cutting you off desperately
“You were mine, Nico. And I was yours. I thought the world of you, I’d have done anything for you and now, you’re the one who hurts me the most. I just wanted you to be here. To try. To love me.”
That’s when it finally clicked. The words coming out of your mouth started to make sense and guilt started to eat away at Nico. How could he be so stupid? He wasn’t trying to push you away, but he also hadn’t done much to keep you around. He felt like a failure. He had allowed the one thing he always vowed wouldn’t be in the way of your relationship to do so and destroy what he cared about the most: You. And now, he was losing you. How had he not realized this before? How had he not seen this coming? How does he make it stop?
“I don’t wanna lose you,” Nico manages to choke out, fear suddenly consuming him, “I love you. You’re the most important person in my life, let me prove it to you, please. Just don’t go. Please,” He begs, “Give me a second chance. I’ll show you how much I need you. I’ll do better. I’ll be better,” Nico pleads, teary-eyed.
“I have to go, Nico.” You mutter, looking down to the ground
“No.” The man interrupted you, shaking his head and fighting tears, in denial, refusing to believe the words you were saying. “Please, stay” His watery eyes scanned your face, looking panicked, searching for anything he could hold on to.
“I can’t, Nico.” You answer, whispering, avoiding his eyes. “Not anymore. I don’t wanna lose you, but I can’t live like this forever.”
“You won’t have to. I promise I’ll be better, I’ll-” Nico tries to plead, pulling your hand into his.
“Nico, it’s over.” You interrupted him, too drained to keep discussing it any longer. And then he lets go of your hand.
He wasn’t ready.
He didn’t want to let go.
But he had no choice.
Still, he let you go.
#nhl x reader#nhl x y/n#nhl x you#nico hischier x you#nico hischier fic#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier imagine#nico hischier
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Regressor! Malleus Draconia
(So I don’t actually play TWST (even though I want to, my phone won’t let me) but my boyfriend really likes Malleus, so I’m trying to base these headcanons off of what my boyfriend has said about him. These aren’t going to be super in-depth like my usual ones, but I hope they’re good anyways :’3)
Malleus loves sleeping/napping with his head in someone’s lap, especially Yuu’s/MC’s and Lilia’s, as they’re his main caregivers.
One of the ittiest bittiest of babies, probably around 1-2, sometimes less
He absolutely cannot be left alone when regressed, and will search/pace the same few rooms/places for over and hour looking for a caregiver before giving up and retreating to his room to cry. If he does find one of his caregivers beforehand, he’s too shy to actually say he wants attention, but will snuggle into their shoulder without warning or just hope THEY WANT to give him attention.
Lilia is often called ‘Dada’ by little Malleus, the little one seeing Lilia as more of a parent figure than anyone else.
Dada’s boy through and through
He loves being called “Little Prince” or just simple little names like “Baby” or “Little one.”
As a dragon, he will teethe and chew on everything, including his own tail. It doesn’t hurt him, but they always try to draw his attention and motivation to teethe elsewhere, with teether rings, chewelry, and pacifiers. Malleus gets very nervous to use his pacifiers infront of others, even Lilia, but he loves them.
-Because of his fangs, he bites through a lot of pacifiers and teethers, so they have to buy more ‘heavy duty’ strong ones, Lilia even saying he’ll make them himself if he must
He has an abundance of little items based on Gargoyles, including a few stuffed animals and a bunch of story books he has read to him before naps/bedtime.
Little Malleus loves to ramble about Gargoyles, but often worries he talks about them too much. He’ll go on a very lengthy infodump to Yuu/MC about gargoyles, but will pause after a few minutes and just start apologizing.
He really wants little friends, but he’s worried that he’s too scary for other little ones and he’s far too shy. The closest little friend he has is Silver, but even then he already feels like he’s his little brother.
Silver and Malleus are often little together, Malleus always watching over the two of them and sounding like a proud papa the whole time.
“My precious baby boys! You two are the cutest ever!” Lilia pinches one of Malleus’ and Silver’s cheeks at the same time, unable to contain how much he loves the little goobers. Silver giggles softly “Dada!” he smiles. Malleus just whines, pulling away from his father figure’s hand, rubbing his cheek after. “Oh, I’m sorry little prince, did Dada hurt your lil cheek! Let him see!” Before Malleus could respond, the attentive vampire immediately giving his cheek a bunch of kisses. The little dragon tried to whine and push him away, not wanting to do this infront of Silver, but after a few kisses, he was a giggling mess. “Don’t think I forgot about you goober!” Lilia then did the same to Silver’s cheek, earning some muffled giggles from behind the sleepy little one’s pacifier.
Silver, when regressed, refers to Malleus as ‘baba’ or ‘bubba’ if he even can even speak at the moment. Silver and Malleus both share really small headspaces.
His tamagotchi is one of the most important things to him when he’s little, and will spend hours tending to his little digital friend if his attention isn’t directed elsewhere.
Malleus often has nightmares about those he loves leaving him, and almost always wakes up crying and shivering, sometimes even full panicking. He’s very clingy until he’s cuddled and calmed down. After nightmares, he usually doesn’t sleep the rest of the night.
Loves having stories told to him before bed, and whoever’s reading/speaking always has his full attention, and he tries not to ask questions during it, but usually can’t help it.
“Wuh! What happens to the little dragon then!” Malleus asked with concern for the fictional little dragon in the story book Lilia was reading to him, hugging Lilia tightly from behind, his chin resting on his shoulder. The vampire laughed softly. “I dunno baby! We’ll have to keep reading won’t we?” Malleus blushed a bit at this, but watched intently at his Dada kept reading.
He treats being bottle-fed by Lilia the most normal thing since he’s his basically his father. Of course, it’s only comfortable in the comfort of their rooms and when they’re alone, Malleus not even calling Lilia his dad during interactions outside of their rooms. He loves being bottle-fed though, even if it’s a bit difficult with how much taller he is than Lilia. His horns make it a bit difficult to lay on his lap, so his head usually goes near his shoulder and his legs over his lap, or he sits between his legs. Lilia would not stop until he had a way to bottle-feed his little one(s).
Malleus loves having his hair pet and played with, even when he’s not regressed, but when he’s regressed he will actively search for it. Not with verbal question, but he will press his head to Lilia’s hand.
He absolutely hates how strong he is, especially when regressed. He feels left out watching Lilia and Silver bake/cook together when they do, because he can’t help make them without breaking things on accident. It doesn’t help that Lilia likes the make cookies and treats for them so often, Malleus just wanting to be his Dada’s little helper.
Little Malleus needs praise for just about everything, even if it’s something he did without trouble or could’ve easily done when not regressed. If Dada didn’t tell him he did a good job going to sleep when he asked, Malleus will worry he did something wrong.
He doesn’t mean to be, and he doesn’t look like he would be, but Malleus is such a sensitive little baby and cries a lot. He doesn’t like crying infront of anybody though, and will go hide in his bed or the bathroom if he starts to cry. Lilia will always immediately follow him, or go into overprotective Dad mode when he finds him.
“Oh baby, why are you hiding?” Lilia asks with audible concern before sitting next to the crying Malleus. The dragon desperately tried to stay hidden behind his plushie, but Lilia gently set it to the side, and gently cups Malleus’ face in his hands. He kisses the top of his nose and wipes a few tears away. “Little one…Talk to Dada baby.” He spoke softly and calmly, whispering as to not frighten the little guy. Malleus takes a hold of Lilia’s hands on his face, before softly crying a little harder. He then holds his hands towards Lilia, the vampire letting him retreat into his shoulder. “Shh sh sh shhh…Dada’s right here my little prince.”
Malleus gets really shy about little outfits, usually settling on comfy pajamas. However, on rare occasions, the little one wears footed sleeper onsies, Lilia taking extra care to make a hole for his tail. He wears it most when he’s feeling extra sad/uncomfy or sicky. It’s usually saved for itty bitty baby headspace.
Lilia often jokes with little Malleus to be careful about burning his bangs like he did as a baby dragon. He teases him about a lot of stuff he did as a baby, but Malleus secretly adores it, as it makes him feel extra small still, his father figure treating him like he’s still the same little baby dragon.
(Trying to get all my WIPs finished and posted)
#agere#age regression#sfw#fandom agere#sfw babyre#agere community#sfw cglre#sfw interaction only#babyre#agere headcanons#twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland malleus#malleus draconia#twst malleus#sfw age regression#sfw agere
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Pinky Promise
paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship
summary: you have a nightmare your boys died when they are away on a mission, you worry, call them and cry. they comfort you.
genre: fluff
warnings: mention of nightmare, reader has anxiety. if this makes you uncomfortable, do not proceed.
tag list: @twwcs @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @fayes-fics @devilish-mirage @syrma-sensei @gaymistakeboi @kindnonny23-2 @silentkoi @scarabgrant @this-is-me19
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You tried to shrug it off. I mean it's just a dream, right?
You aren't the superstitious type, really. But after finding out about the whole deal your boyfriends have with Khonshu, you've seen enough things to believe in magic and other powerful things.
And not seeing your boys for eleven days did not help at all. They were supposed to be back home four days ago, but something 'interfered with their mission' as they put, and because of that they couldn't come back to you like they initially said they would. Of course, you texted and video called, but it wasn't the same.
You weren't sure if it's you missing them or just the intensity of your nightmare. It replayed in your head the whole morning, the more you tried to ignore it, the more it made you an anxious mess, making you worry. You tried called them but they didn't pick up. They must be busy, you thought. They have the suit. They are fine, they must be.
You called again and this time you hear a voice.
"Hey, baby"
His voice sent waves of relief to your heart. You paused, didn't say a word making him worry on the other end. It's ridiculous how you hated when lovers said 'baby' before, look at you now. He gave the word new meaning for you. He made it yours.
Oh, he is fine. They are fine.
"Marc" you tried to steady your voice. You really did, but it's Marc and he knew you better than anyone else.
"Babygirl, what's wrong?"
"I-I..it's nothing. I'm fine, just wanted to hear your voice"
You don't know if it's the softness his voice or because of how he fondly referred to you—probably both. He called you 'Babygirl' when cuddling or when he was trying to calm you. The fact that he is not here with you to do both of those things made your voice crack, you swallow down a sob that you are desperately trying to prevent.
"Is everything okay? Are you alright?!"
You hated making him worry, especially because your overthinking and worrying. But you told him anyway.
"I'm okay, I'm okay, really..." you close your eyes for couple of seconds, "it's silly, it's nothing, Marc"
"If it's upsets you, it's not silly. Baby, talk to me"
"I-I just had a dream. You..." you compose yourself, "you died" a pause, "and I miss you, all of you, that's all."
"I'm okay- we are okay, we are safe. We will come back to you, I promise" Marc was patient, loving, sweet and reassuring.
"Pinky promise?" you swear you could hear him smiling on the phone.
"Pinky promise." Marc was indeed, smiling. You were correct.
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"Princesa"
"Jake" it was always a pleasure to hear Jake's voice, especially now. You didn't even realise your eyes pooling with silent tears.
"no llores, querida"
How the hell did he even know anyway? You wonder. Then again, it's not like you can hide anything from your boyfriends. They knew you, really knew you and loved every part of you.
After catching up with him, you asked him to make pinky promise. Of course, Jake Lockley, ever the sweetest man- ahem, ever the sweetest man to you, pinky promised you.
One would think Steven would be the one who almost gave up the surprise because of how distressed you sounded. But no, it was Jake. Jake Lockley can witness and withstand anything, but never a drop of tear from your eyes, never. His princesa.
¡Mierda!
He cursed mentally. It was on the tip of his tongue-
Steven took over.
"You know, love, one possible origin of pinky promise is from Japan, where it is known as ‘yubikiri’, meaning, 'finger cut-off'. If you break a pinky promise, you have to cut off your pinky finger. Scary, innit?" Of course, Steven was being Steven.
"Scary? Steven, that's horrible! You are not helping!" you try to shake off the horrific implications behind the sweet pinky promise. Oh, God. Did you break any of it? You began to think about it as far as you could remember.
He guffawed, "Sorry, love". He was trying hard not to ruin the surprise. They were already on the way back home, to you. Just one more hour. He wanted to lighten up the situation and distract you.
"No, you are not, I'm never making pinky promise again."
A chuckled again, "You are right."
"No pinky promises, I don't want anything happen to my boys even if you break the promise on accident. Just come back to me, okay, please?" your little 'please' at the end was barely above a whisper.
We are almost home, darling.
He didn't say it out loud. "Oh, love," his expression softened, along with the tone of his voice "We will come to back you. No pinky promises" he chuckled at the last part, making you smile in return.
"Thank you" you smiled to yourself in relief. It was small, but your heart was full from their love.
You are too good for us.
Too sweet.
Always have your arms open full of love to embrace us.
That's what your boyfriends thought. But didn't share that with you. Soon, they would have you in their loving arms. They would comfort you and kiss all your worries away. Their darling girl.
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princesa - princess
no illores, querida - don't cry, darling
mierda - fuck
#marc spector x reader#marc spector imagine#steven grant x reader#steven grant#jake lockley x reader#jake lockley imagine#marc spector#jake lockley#moon knight x reader#moon knight imagine#moon knight#marc spector fluff#steven grant fluff#jake lockley fluff
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bad dreams
luis serra/reader
summary: your boyfriend comforts you after a nightmare.
tags: nightmares, character death (in the dream, not actual), soft luis, established relationship, a small bit of crying, emotional hurt/comfort, canon divergence, spoilers?? i’m not sure if this would count but i’ll put it there anyway, luis is a sweetheart, breakfast in bed <3, a lot of kisses (he’s so kissable), short but sweet
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his blood is everywhere, all over your hands- his face weak and pale due to blood loss. you press hard upon the wound wear the tentacle had impaled him, your tears wet your cheeks as you try to talk to him him, to wake him up; yet his eyes are dull. you can hear leon talking to you, yet you can’t figure out what he’s saying due to the ringing in your ears. a pained sob racks your body as you feel leon’s hands grab you, pulling you from luis’ body. “we have to go, c’mon.” the blonde mumbles, helping you stand on your shaky legs.
you awaken with a sharp gasp, sitting up as your head spins. gathering your surroundings, you take soft breaths; pressing a hand to your chest to soothe your racing heart. a familiar groan emerges beside you as your boyfriend rolls over, arm pulling you gently so you’d lay down again. “are you alright, mi amor?” luis mutters, accent thick with sleep. “mhm. just a bad dream.” you respond softly, hugging him quite tightly.
luis’ dark eyes open, blinking a little to adjust to the rising early morning sun. he hums a little, palm gently caressing your damp cheek. “mi pobre bebé. don’t worry, nothing’s gonna hurt you.” he mumbles, thumb rubbing your cheekbone. “i know. it’s just…” you hesitate to tell him, but his gentle kiss to your lips make your worries melt away. “it wasn’t about me, luis. it’s just- i almost lost you and i…” you trail off. luis gives you a soft hum of understanding, kissing you again. “i’m here, mi vida. don’t worry. nothing’s going to happen to me, or you. it’s over.” he assures you, the tip of his nose gently brushing against yours.
your arms squeeze luis’ torso a little, chest pressing to his as you bury your face under his jaw, lips brushing against his neck. “te amo, my beloved. i’ve got you.” he whispers, lips meeting the shell of your ear gently. “i love you too, luis.” you respond, the urge of sleep washing over you. luis was always a comfortable warmth to lay against, it always made you feel sleepy. your hand idly rubs luis’ back, and eventually you can hear his soft snoring. you had no idea how luis always managed to make you feel so calm, even when he was fast asleep; it was truly a talent and a blessing for nights like this. eventually, you doze off again, curled up in your boyfriend’s arms.
you wake up to an empty bed, the indent of your lover still slightly warm. you groan, body already craving sleepy cuddles from him. “luis..?” you call out softly, sitting up. his phone wasn’t on the nightstand and his side of the bed was still messy. lying back down, you reward yourself with a few lazy minutes of lounging. “hermosa..!” your lover chirps, pushing the bedroom door of your apartment open with his foot. he’s carrying a tray and a cup of coffee with him. “luis.” you smile, sitting up a little. “i made us some breakfast.” he purrs, setting your cup down upon your bedside table. you noticed he had also taken your phone off charge for you earlier, it makes you smile. “thank you, baby. you’re too sweet.” you accept the plate from the tray. french toast, eggs and bacon- a simple breakfast you knew luis enjoyed.
“it’s nothing. i figured that after a bad night i’d spoil you a bit.” luis gets into bed beside you. the smile on your lips is wide as you kiss his cheek. “thank you, luis. really. you spoil me.” you reply, voice soft as you sip your coffee. he gives you a charming smile, kissing your lips after you put your mug down. “i called leon earlier.” luis quips, taking a bite of his breakfast. you hum softly, also eating. “he’s doing okay, always busy. it was a nice talk. he asked about you.” luis glances at you. “what did you say?” you look at him, fluttering your lashes a bit to tease him. your lover lets out a soft laugh. “i said you’re doing well.” he responds. you smile, leaning over and kissing his jaw. “i’m doing very well because i have you to take care of me.” you mumble, sitting back again.
luis beams as bright as the midday sun. “you flatter me, hermosa.” luis responds, letting you lean against you as you decide on flicking on the tv to fill up any silence. curling up beside luis, you decide on one of his favourite shows which normally aired around this time, yet it was halfway through the episode- not that it mattered considering the two of you had binge watched the show multiple times over together. luis smiles softly at you, admiring your beauty as you eat the breakfast he had made. leaning over, he plants a firm kiss against your temple, making you turn and peck his lips softly. you share a smile with him, eyes full of love and adoration. “i’m so lucky to have you.” you mumble, kissing him again. “i’m the lucky one.” luis corrects, kissing your lips once more. “alright, sure, now eat before your food goes cold.” you grin, looking back at the tv. luis chuckles, turning back to his plate. he truly was lucky to have you.
#luis sera#luis sera x reader#luis serra#luis serra x reader#resident evil#resident evil x reader#|| 🍮 cinnamccn’s writing
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Hi, are your requests open? If not, ignore this please, but I would really, really like a chishiya x reader fluff where readers love language is "nah I'll do it for you" but not like grand gestures, just random things. Kinda like the peeling an orange thing, or going downstairs to get a snack or running a bath after a hard day. But like, it goes both ways, reader doing stuff for chishiya and vice versa. Also, could it be post borderlands where they remember everything? Feel free to change anything or don't do it at all, I wouldn't mind. Also, I haven't ever actually requested with my real username, so I don't know if it would notify me if you post with this, but can you @ me? Bye and I really enjoy your writing!!!
I'll Do It!
requested?: yes
pairing(s): shuntarō chishiya x gn!reader
genre: fluff, angst if you squint
warning(s): mentions of nightmares, fluff, mentions of sleeping pills, mentions of very poor mental health, chishiya being sweet towards reader (shock horror gasp), mentions of trouble sleeping, mentions of eating disorder
summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
word count: 1k
a/n: ofc you can! my requests are practically always open and i do try my hardest to get through them, so sorry if this is late lol. also, think this is so cute and you have a great idea. just to add, can somone request something for bang chan please lmao, i wanna write for him but all my ideas are literally gone lmao. make sure to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (P.s so sorry this took a while, ive been busy recently lol)
tags: @ultimate-duck-king-lucifer
you and chishiya did absolutely everything for eachother. you both remembered the borderlands, which was a downside for the both of you, but you did both get over it. when chishiya went back to work, a lot changed.
it was almost as though he was never around, and he either worked so late that you were already asleep, or he would just crash when he got home. but of course, on the rare occasions he was working from home, you would bring him snacks and keep him company while he did so.
you had am office in your house that you had both decorated with comfy sofas, so you would sit and scroll through your phone while he worked, occasionally getting up to get a snack or a drink and bringing something back for him. you would also stand behind him sometimes and ask what he was doing, resulting in you being confused with the big fancy doctor words your boyfriend used in order to explain, so you ended up just sitting back down and pretending to understand (which he knew you wouldn't, and just chuckled anyways).
of course, you worked aswell, which also resulted in chishiya doing things for you. your work was mainly based at home, but you would have to go out and about to the office and do stuff sometimes. if it was a particularly stressful day, chishiya would run you a bath for after you finished work, and if you were working in the seperate office you had in your home, he would peep his head around the door and ask if you needed anything. if chishiya knew that you hadn't eaten anything yet, and you had said no to him asking if you needed anything, he would go get you a snack nontheless.
even though you both led very busy lives with your work, you also made time to cuddle in bed on a night, which took chishiya a while to get used to, but it was definately worth it.
there also lead to a problem with sleeping. sometimes one of you would have a nightmare and unintentionally wake the other, resulting in the other holding the other in their arms while the other calmed down and went back to sleep. more times than others, chishiya wouldn't wake you up when he had a nightmare, because he was a silent sleeper. but you, however, did wake him up since you were a quiet sleeper, but a one that moved around quite a lot. so you thrashed around quite a lot, with the occasional mutter of "no" or sometimes even you screamed.
the first time this did happen, however, chishiya thought there was an intruder, so he ultimately went into panic mode aswell, jumping awake and turning the light on, before realising it was just a nightmare you were having. he managed to wake you up as softly as he could, holding you in his arms as he whispered to you that everything would just about be alright. you believed him, well, almost.
the time he woke you up, he was just flinching and twitching in his sleep, and you woke him up. chishiya being chishiya, though, pretended nothing was wrong, but didn't say no to you holding him until he wemt back to sleep.
you almost believed that everything would be alright, because when your mental health started to slowly get worse, so did the nightmares. chishiya did notice you slowly started to eat less, and also sleep less, but he thought you would manage to get yourself back up on your feet. only when you started to get a lot worse, did he start to intervene.
it started off slow, just small snacks, before it turned into small meals, then bigger meals, then you were eating properly again. but that didn't change your sleeping. even though your eating patterns were improving, your nightmares were still getting worse.
almost every night you woke up screaming and crying, but even the nights you didn't, you would still be up throughout the night. chishiya was starting to get worried, even though he didn't show it that much, he worried.
after a while, you got a cat, aswell as sleeping pills perscribed from your doctor boyfriend himself. he thought the cat would help with anxiety, and the pills with sleeping. and they did, for a while at least. as much as chishiya loved you, he couldn't keep waking up due to your screams and nightmares.
the pills worked for around a month, before you started to get worse again. the pills weren't working as much as they used to and you were waking up a lot more. you had both tried everything, from pills to pillow mist, nothing was working.
your cat, did hep with bits of anxiety when you had the occasional anxiety or panic attack. but other than that, you were practically on your own. chishiya did help, but he wasn't there all the time. he did advise you to go get therapy, but even if you did, nobody would believe you other than the man l who suggested it himself.
at this point, you were barely sleeping. you would try not to wake chishiya, but whenever you were awake, so was he. it was almost as though he just knew you would be awake.
this one particular night, you had a worse nightmare, you were thrashing around all night and chishiya was awake. it was only when the screams started that he woke you up, you were hitting his chest in protest until you realised it was him.
"sh, sh, sh" he says, bringing your sobbing frame into his arms, your face soaking his night shirt with your tears. "you're okay, i'm here, everything is okay" he whispers, stroking your hair and leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.
your sobs eventually died down, and chishiya just about thought you were asleep until you whispered.
"i'm sorry" you whispered into his chest.
"what for?" he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and making you move your head so you were looking at him.
"keeping you awake every night" you whisper back.
"honey, it's fine, as long as you're okay" he says, bringing you back into his chest.
"i love you" you mutter, and you just about hear him say it back before sleep overcame you.
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hello! I love your fics they are amazingggggg, anyways I was hoping it would be okay if we got some headcannons of shadow with a s/o that has ptsd. It would mean a lot to me personally, and i honestly am scared to ask, but if your not comfortable writing it than that's okay, you can replace it with headcannons for a sick reader or just ignore this request. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! I hope you have an amazing day full of good and sweet times!
— 「𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐒/𝐎 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐓𝐒𝐃」
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╰┈➤ Shadow the Hedgehog x reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis; How your boyfriend Shadow would react to his partner (you) suffering from PTSD.
: ̗̀➛ Type; romantic headcanons
: ̗̀➛ warning(s); PTSD (probably inaccurate, although I have done a little research), mentions of panic attacks and nightmares.
Likes/Reblogs are always appreciated!! <3
Hi!! Thanks for requesting this, it means a lot that you’d want me to write something this personal for you. I do have to warn you though, I’ve never experienced or written PTSD before, so it might be horribly inaccurate, so I apologize in advance. I hope you still like it regardless, and I hope you have an amazing day!
→ Shadow completely understands what it’s like. He had to watch his sister get shot to death in front of him, so he sympathizes with you a lot, and is there for you whenever you need him.
→ Once you felt comfortable enough to tell him, he wouldn’t ask you what it was from, since he knows it’s a very sensitive topic and he doesn’t want to bring back any unwanted memories or emotions. Instead, he’d let you tell him about it when you were ready, and on your own terms. If you decided not to talk about it, he wouldn’t ask about it, and continue supporting you however he can.
→ In the case that you do decide to talk about what happened, he’d hold your hand and listen. When you were done talking about it, he’d tell you he was sorry that you went through that, and he’s grateful that you trust him enough to open up and be vulnerable with him. He’d offer to tell you stories about his time on the ARK, about his sister, or even more.. sensitive topics relating to him and his past. Anything to make you feel better, and it’s done.
→ If you ever wake up from a nightmare or a panic attack, he wouldn’t wait a second before rushing to check if you were okay, and help you slow your breathing, focus, and calm down. Once you were okay, he’d gently hold your hand and whisper words of comfort to you, even softly kissing your hand while helping you breathe. If you wanted space, he’d be very hesitant, but eventually agree. He’d check in on you occasionally, asking if there’s anything you need like food or water, nodding when you give him your response. You’ll talk to him when you’re ready, you just need space, and he understands that.
→ He’s learned how to cope with what had happened to him, and he’s been able to limit the amount of times he’s been reminded of Maria, so he offers to help you as well. He’d offer to try new hobbies with you, even some he’s unfamiliar with. He doesn’t care if he enjoys it or not, because as long as you’re with him and enjoying the activity, he is too.
→ His more common ways of distracting you is making you hot chocolate with whipped cream, sprinkles, and marshmallows, and bring it to you in your bed. This is usually followed by him putting on a movie or TV show of your choice and cuddling you under your blankets. Every few minutes he’d crack a smirk, planting soft kisses on your face, blushing as you giggled. He’d also cook your favorite meals, too. Anything for you. He’d even let you help if you wanted.
→ He’d definitely take you to your therapy appointments, giving you the gifts he bought you when he picks you up. He has the whole day planned for you guys. Fancy restaurant as a date (or if you don’t like that, a nice relaxing picnic in a beautiful field he found), going on nature walks with you, and holding you close outside at night, laying on the grass as he admires the stars with you. It’s something he used to do with Maria, and doing it with you felt just as special. He isn’t that into pointing out constellations, but if it helped you feel better, he would. If you liked hearing him talk, he’d talk endlessly— until his throat was hoarse if you wanted him to. Because you’re his partner, and he loves you unconditionally.
→ Overall, I think he’d be very compassionate and understanding. 10/10 boyfriend when it comes to dealing with this.
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Now It’s You Keeping Me Up
Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
< < PART 2 | Series Masterlist | PART 4 > >
Summary: Your attractive neighbour can’t sleep when your ex-boyfriend shows up.
Request: @samantha-lefay wanted more neighbour!bucky, so they’re getting more
Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING for past manipulative relationships, violence (someone gets punched, reader gets grabbed on the arm), shitty ex-boyfriend John Walker, mentions of cheating, swearing/rude language, mentions of sex
Word Count: 1.5k
Dividers by @maysdigitalarts
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Bucky hadn’t felt more rested in his entire life than the week after you first cuddled up in bed with him.
He tried to convince himself that it was the endorphins released in his brain, relaxing him upon human touch - which was probably partly true, but not the entire truth.
If he was being completely honest, his cute neighbour who was willing to listen to 40’s music (even though he was positive you hated it) solely for him, who was gentle and patient, not needing to know the reason for his nightmares to insist that he not sleep alone, who had enough fire in her to stand up to him and remind him to take care of himself everyday, but who was also tender and forgiving when she saw he hadn’t, had everything to do with his new found sleeping habits.
You were the reason he was so well rested.
Every night you climbed into his bed, arm pulling him as close as possible, your soft skin pressed against his, the smell of you now infused in his sheets. You hummed Jimmy Dorsey music, which you had come to know by heart, in his ear as he closed his eyes. Occasionally there was a tune he didn’t know, and he suspected it was newer music which you seemed to have a preference for, but the tune itself wasn’t what calmed him, it was that you were the one singing it.
Besides the Sunday you first snuggled him to sleep, where he made you promise not to leave, there hadn’t been an explicit arrangement established between the two of you - you simply showed up at his door every night that week after you got home from work. He hadn’t asked you to, but you did it anyway.
In exchange for your generosity, he made sure to have food ready for when you walked into his apartment. Bucky wasn’t much of a chef, but he knew enough (and had access to an abundance of online recipes) to put together some rather tasty, if basic, meals.
This continued the whole week - dinner, watching movies, playing board games, which was always followed by nestling up beside each other on his bed.
One night, Bucky had been too tired to do anything other than lay down and listen to the sound of your voice, so you read to him. Your voice was so soothing, he passed out while still on the couch, cuddling up to your side. When he woke the next morning you were asleep beside him, hands cradling his head, book fanned out on your chest.
He couldn’t remember a time since before the war where he fell asleep with such ease, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. And he didn’t, he realised - when he was with you, looking into those stunning eyes, smiling inwardly at how your nose crinkled whenever you laughed, all his problems melted away.
But this Saturday night, as minutes torturously turned into hours and when the clock struck midnight, Bucky feared you weren’t coming home.
He couldn’t be mad at you - you had your own life to lead, family you would surely want to visit, friends to spend time with. So many other people in your life that weren’t him.
Just because his existence now revolved around seeing you every night, didn’t mean your life did.
He instinctively reached for his dog tags as his heart rate elevated and he bit down on his bottom lip to stop it trembling at the thought of getting through the night without you. It had only been one week, but it was long enough for him to become dependent on you. Reliant on your presence, your touch, to soothe him to a peaceful sleep.
As Bucky closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down, feeling the cool metal of his tags in the palm of his flesh hand, he heard the distinct jingle of your keys in your lock - the blissful sound he impatiently waited for every night that signaled you had come home and would show up at his door as soon as you changed into comfier clothes.
But tonight there was something different, something that made his heart sink through the floor and his stomach clench with jealousy.
You weren’t alone.
“John, we broke up more than two months ago, you can’t just show up here.” Your voice was loud and agitated, but something that resembled relief filled Bucky’s chest - this wasn’t a flirty conversation with someone who might be replacing his spot beside you in bed.
When did he become so possessive of you?
“You weren’t returning any of my calls! What other choice did I have?” A deep, yet slightly scratchy male voice responded. Not that Bucky was eavesdropping - the walls were just very thin. The tone of the man's voice, the way he snapped at you, Bucky took an immediate dislike to him.
“You know there is a damn good reason why I wasn’t picking up your calls - the same fucking reason why I broke up with you in the first place.” He knew he shouldn’t be privy to such a private conversation between ex-partners, but if something happened, he needed to make sure you were safe. There was a quality to this man that sent a shiver down his spine, even from an apartment away.
“It was a one time thing. Why do you have to be such a prude about it?” The more that came out of this guy's mouth, the more Bucky wanted to strangle him.
“You cheated on me! How would you have felt if I had some other guys dick inside me?” You yelled. In response to this, as if moving of their own volition, Bucky’s feet carried him outside his apartment so he was now staring at the bronze plated ‘4b’ on your front door.
“That’s completely different!”
“No it’s not, now get the fuck out of my place before I call the cops.” Bucky’s hand hovered over your door handle, debating whether or not to step inside. You were more than capable of handling things by yourself, but that didn’t mean you should have to.
“Don’t be such a bitter bitch!”
“Get off me!” Those three words were all Bucky needed to hear to storm your apartment. No one touched you without your permission.
The sight inside made his blood boil. The man named John was slightly shorter than him with broad shoulders, dirty blonde hair, and just about the most punchable face Bucky had ever come across. And he currently had a tight hold on your forearm that would most likely leave a bruise.
“Get your hands off her.” Bucky almost didn’t recognise his own voice, deep and threatening.
“This who you’re spreading your legs for now, is it?” You suppressed a whimper as John’s grip tightened on your arm.
“That’s not any of your damn business.” You said boldly as Bucky grabbed John by the shoulder, pulling him off you and shoving him towards your front door, keeping you safely behind him.
“Fucking whore.”
Bucky could feel John’s nose break under his flesh fist. He couldn’t remember actively thinking through the motions of swinging a punch, just the fury surging through his veins at John’s words. His punch had enough force behind it that if he swung at John with his vibranium hand, it would have killed him. There’s still time if necessary.
“Motherfucker.” John spat blood as his hands cautiously prodded his now skewed nose.
“If you dare step foot in this building again, a broken nose will be the least of your concerns.” Bucky assured, and John’s eyes widened at the threat.
“I’ll press charges! You just assaulted me!” He yelled as he cowardly backed out of your apartment, blood still dripping onto your floorboards. As soon as he was out of sight, you rushed to shut the door, snibbing the multiple locks that were installed on the back side.
“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, hands tentatively hovering over you, eyes roaming your frame to ensure John hadn’t hurt you any further than the marks on your left forearm indicated. Seeing the distress in your eyes made him want to take another swing at John, he’d kill him this time.
“Bucky, your hand.” Of course you were more worried about him than yourself.
“I don’t give a shit about me doll, are you alright?”
“Yes, just a bit shaken. Thank you for stepping in, John never understood boundaries. And don’t worry about him, he wouldn’t dare say anything, not with what I’ve got on him.” It was an ominous statement, one which made Bucky question what deplorable, and potentially violent, history you had with him.
Fuck John and any other man who had ever treated you poorly, made you feel less than, made you feel small. You were the best person Bucky had ever met. You deserved so much better than that manipulative, hot-tempered bastard. You deserved someone who’d stop at nothing to give you the world.
“How ‘bout you let me hold you tonight?”
“Just what I need, Buck.”
And damn, he was already prepared to give you the whole darn universe.
Part 4 > >
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hii!! I'm new here but uh.. can I get a tanjiro or tomioka headcanons please? Either one of them. The reader would be a hashira if you pick tomioka but if it's tanjiro then the rank would be the same as his. I would like it about them being in a relationship or as a boyfriend please !! Pronouns are she/her. Thank you!
Hello and welcome!! Im feelin a lil goofy, so i decided to do both since i love both of these guys sm, hope ya dont mind! Anyways enjoy!!
Also a teeny spoiler warning for tomioka’s backstory in his part!
Tanjiro and Tomioka general relationship hcs!
If you're able to pull this man you lucked out.
Tanjiro is very soft with you, especially when you go out on missions with him and the others.
You and nezuko are his first priority when it comes to battle. He knows you can take care of yourself, but it makes him feel better knowing that he can take care of you too.
If you do end up getting hurt, hes already by your side treating your wound to the best of his ability
Being the same rank as him means being able to train with each other.
Hes loves sparing with you since your both evenly matched, but he also wont force it on you if you're not up for it that day.
Long days with him are the best. Especially after a particularly long mission.
You both curl up against each other, absorbing each others warmth.
Oh how zenitsu envys you...
Hes always been soft around people he cares about, like nezuko and his friends, but he feels so different with you. He practically melts at your touch.
When he has a nightmare, or he just cant sleep, he'll ask you to sing to him.
Not good at singing? He couldn't care less. Your voice in itself is enough to put him to a calm sleep
Great at singing? Even better! You angelic voice literally sends him to heaven.
His favorite thing about you, though, is how gentle you are with nezuko.
Seeing you sing her to sleep, helping her when he cant, doing fun activities with her and just over all having her back gives him butterflies.
Hes clearly a big family man and one day after he settles down, hes hopes to have a big family with you <3
*click!* you and nezuko turn to see tanjiro with a large Polaroid camera taking a photo of you a nezuko drawing with each other. "You two are so adorable..how am i so lucky to have a amazing sister and a amazing girlfriend" he says in between happy sniffles, eyes watering.
Overall 10/10 as a boyfriend and 1000/10 in simpy-ness
Ok at first you and giyuu's relationship was...akward to say the least.
I mean, Giyuu is a akward guy. And hes never one to initiate anything, but he always longs for it.
A good portion of the first part of your relationship was him trying to drop hints that he wanted comfort or snuggles, but they were just to minor to pick up.
Eventually he just gives up and grabs your hips, and sets you down on him.
Hes never really cuddled anyone before, but he sure tried and it was adorable
He soon indirectly explained what certain things he did meant, not fully but giving much more clearer and obvious hints
For example, hugs from behind means he wants cuddles, or if he puts his head in your lap he wants you to play with his hair.
After that you swore never to bring it up and just go along with it.
Id imagine hes not a big fan of pda, especially if kocho is around.
She would ridicule him.
But if he was especially jealous he won’t hesitate to swoop you in and give a lil peck on your lips in front of your fellow pillars or whoever dared to mess or flirt with you.
He knows it’s immature but poor boy can’t help it, he’s TERRIFIED that you’ll leave him
Especially after what happened with sabito and such
he has nightmares quite often, pretty much every other night. So you'll always need to be there for him at any chance you get.
Hes a dependent boy.
Even with that, he still knows your both pillars and have duties to attend to, so he trys his best not to be to overly clingy and overbearing.
When it comes to comforting you hes surprisingly good at it.
He knows what he wants to be told when hes panicking or stressed, so he learns what you want and reciprocates.
If im being honest your relationship is one big therapy session lol. Nah im just kidding its also filled with love and cuddles.
"Shh... Its ok giyuu im here." you mutter as you stroke the back of his head. He shuffles deeper into your chest to muffle his crys. "It was just a nightmare i promise" you continue. Hes never let anyone see him this vulnerable. Hes glad he can trust you. His sharp breathing softens and eventually his breathing returns to normal. A small sniffle interrupting the silence every now and then. "Pl-please dont ever leave me y/n" he cries "never" you state
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The Sleeping Situation
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: minor mentions of blood, minor (non-descriptive) violence
Summary: You finally convince Bucky to sleep with you in the bed, as opposed to the floor, but you find it doesn't exactly go as smoothly as you had hoped it would, leading to some taunting emotions and revelations.
A/N: This one went over pretty well on ao3 so fingers-crossed y’all enjoy too! idk how different audiences are - i just like sharing my work :)
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You had finally convinced him. After weeks of hints and attempting, he had finally placed himself beneath the duvet, snuggled up right next to your body.
It was something close to a miracle. Bucky had been sleeping on the floor for as long as you could remember. It had become really something you accepted — like clockwork, after watching a show or movie in the bed, he’d let you doze off then untangle himself to go to the living room.
When you first moved in, he didn’t think you really noticed. He’d always be up before you anyways, nothing seeming out of place but as if you possessed some sixth sense, you could always feel Bucky’s arms leave your waist as he went to retire in the living room.
During attempts at bringing up the bed, Bucky would dismiss it, saying he just hated how soft it was. He couldn’t get comfortable. He wasn’t used to it at all. And while you didn’t doubt this for a second, you still felt something deeper worries had been brewing.
You had decided to start small by having Bucky stay cuddling after your nightly movie viewing. You two would lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling, mindlessly talking about whatever was going on with your days. He seemed at peace with this until your eyes started drooping. Within seconds, the grip on your waist would vanish and he was heading out.
It was fine, though, since you had your moment together and he had found some way to relax in the bed. While you never wanted to push him, you wanted him at least content.
The next level was napping. After work, nearly every day, you’d announce you were laying down for a nap and ask Bucky if he was tired. Usually, he’d just shake his head. But one day he looked absolutely spent and wordlessly followed you into the room. A thrown arm around you loosely, he was able to get some shut-eye…for about 15 minutes. Soon he was uncomfortable and placing a kiss on your cheek, following it with a recoil of his touch. Still, you were taking the win and slowly but surely, the time spent napping would go up. Days bast but eventually he was up to an hour in the bed, napping peacefully.
When he finally decided to take the step to join you for a full eight hours in the queen-sized bed, you were quite shocked but easily overwhelmed with joy.
The movie had just ended and you were closing the laptop when Bucky left the bed. You frowned, watching his figure disappear to the bathroom, worried he was already backing out before cuddles and pillow talk. But you didn’t say anything and instead got comfortable on your side (well — the whole thing could’ve been your side at this point).
As you drifted off, a heavy arm snaked its way around you as you felt the other side of the bed dip. Blinking your eyes opened, you looked over your shoulder and was greeted by a nervous-looking Bucky staring back at you.
You turned to face him and asked, "Everything okay, honey?"
He nodded, "I- I’m going to try- try sleeping here if that’s okay."
Your eyes beamed as a smile you couldn’t suppress made its way to your face. "Of course," you said and placed a good night kiss on his lips. "Sleep well."
"You too, doll," Bucky mumbled and placed another kiss on your forehead. You curled up into him, feeling that he got more relaxed and his heartbeat went steady, drifting off to sleep.
***
Shaking. You were disrupted by something…shaking. Violently. Your first thought as you blinked, waking yourself out of your dazed sleep, was that a spontaneous earthquake was happening.
Except once your mind adjusted, it didn’t take very long to realize the mattress was the only thing shaking — and was the result of Bucky twisting and turning in fear next to you, lost in a nightmare. At some point, he must’ve untangled your cuddling bodies but thankfully that allowed you to sit up quickly, not trapped under whatever was happening.
You watched him, quite stunned to see Bucky thrashing around uncontrollably as whatever images and scenarios took over his brain. You didn’t really know what to do. All your brain could focus on was getting him out of his own thought. You needed him to calm down and know he was perfectly safe.
"Bucky?" You mumbled, your voice scratchy from the tears and fears creeping up. He didn’t react, only whispered some words to himself that you didn’t understand.
You hesitantly reached out for him, placing an experimental touch on his shoulder. He didn’t react at first so you called out his name again and tried shaking him. That was apparently not the right move because the next thing you knew, you were being flung off the bed, the side of your face against your bedside table on your way down. You landed ungracefully on your side, groaning at the unexpected pain.
The fall must’ve been loud enough because the next thing you could comprehend was watching the bed and seeing a very confused and dazed Bucky sit up. He was looking around the dark room, sweaty and anxious. When your eyes met, any color left in him faded. You could practically see the gears turning as he realized what he had done. You on the other hand were still quite surprised by the incident, simply choosing to stare at your boyfriend, watching him scramble off the bed and kneel at your side.
"Doll?" Bucky asked right beside you but his voice sounded so far away.
Taking some deep breaths, your shaky hand came up to your cheek as you felt something wet. Looking at your fingers, it was a sad mix of tears and blood.
A hand being placed on your shoulder made you snap back. You jerked away, turning towards your boyfriend. Bucky was practically frozen watching you, hands in the air, as you rushed to put space between you two.
Realizing the consequences of your actions, your heart sunk and you began apologizing. "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, trying to furiously wipe away the tears and blood. "I- What happened? Are you okay?" You situated yourself to sit criss-cross in front of him.
"Am I okay?" Bucky shook his head in disbelief. "Are you okay? I- I’m sorry. God, I don’t even know how to apologize for this I am- I am so sorry, doll, I didn’t mean it. It wasn’t me, I swear, it- I had a nightmare and I just- I don’t know what happened." He was rambling, body shaking as he didn’t know what to do. Where to begin. How to explain. His mind was torn as a part of him wanted to hold you… And the other part wanted to leave you forever, utterly terrified of himself.
"Yeah, you seemed a bit upset," you mumbled, trying to hold your hand to your scraped cheek. Bucky saw your struggle and darted to the bathroom to get a washcloth, offering all he could as his words were failing. He handed it to you then took his seat again on the floor.
You dabbed your skin, checking the cloth as the bleeding slowed down. You weren’t sure what to say, either.
"I didn’t know what to do," you finally whispered, looking down at the carpet beneath you. "You were shaking and tossing and- and I just wanted you to wake up. To know you were fine. You seemed so scared-,"
"Alright, alright," Bucky mumbled, cutting you off as he saw you beginning to get worked up. Your body was shaking now as you recalled the last few minutes. The pure suddenness and terror that took over the room. He placed an experimental touch on your knee and, thankfully, you didn’t jump away. "You were fine, doll. This isn’t your fault. I- I knew I wasn’t ready to sleep with anyone and I got ahead of myself and now… Look what happened. God, what have I done?"
His jaw clenched as he spat out the words. You jumped slightly.
"Bucky, you didn’t mean to-,"
"But I did it," he said. "I hurt you and now I think maybe this just isn’t…" He faded off, his hand leaving your knee. He turned towards the bed as you tried searching him for anything, any answer.
"James, don’t." You shook your head. Bucky’s head whipped back to you as he heard the anger, the seriousness, in your voice. "Don’t say whatever you’re going to say. Let’s just go back to sleep and we can figure stuff out in the morning."
Bucky bit his tongue. He just nodded at your request, seriously not trusting his words anymore. He had half the mind to walk out, disappear into the world without you, all in the name of keeping you safe. And like the mind-reader you could be, you knew it. You saw it in his entire demeanor. He was practically planning an escape route at that very moment.
You two finally stood up from the floor. After disregarding the washcloth, you found your way back under the duvet. Bucky wordlessly gathered a blanket and left for the living room, knowing very well this bed was going to be the last place he fell asleep for a long time.
"Bucky," you called out as you were turned away from him. He stopped in the doorway. "To talk in the morning you have to actually be here."
He didn’t respond and instead just nodded his head as if you could see it. Then he promptly exited the room.
While the bleeding had stopped, the tears weren’t as you only heard the sound of Bucky walking to the living room.
***
Bucky was there in the morning and you talked — you. Only you could formulate words as difficult as it was while Bucky sat across from you. The guilt, shame, the exhaustion, all of it was painted on his normally sweet face.
You had told him you were fine, were feeling better. You were going to be okay. You understood the bed situation and wouldn’t pressure him into sleeping anywhere he was uncomfortable. You just desperately wanted him to be okay, to feel safe and happy in this space with you. Bucky just nodded along as you began attempting to write out a plan in case that had happened again. Nothing seemed to bring a true conclusion but there was at least the idea that there’d be no more touching of either person in their sleep, at least for the time being. It crushed you both, but neither of you commented.
He didn’t really offer much input besides agreeing with your points. Every other word out of his mouth was "sorry" so much so to the point you had to beg him to stop it.
He mostly just listened which you generally would enjoy from any man but in this case, you knew it gave his brain time to wander. Probably still planning how he would get himself out of his. But you didn’t want him gone. He was practically the perfect significant other in every sense. No one had ever treated you with such kindness and respect. Showered you with romance and kisses. Surprised you with date nights and flowers. You were just at a bump in the road and you didn’t want to get stuck behind it so easily.
Few days had passed and stuff seemed to be edging back towards normal. He had begun even holding your hand again, just a gentle touch to work his way up, reminding you greatly of when you first started dating, but you were welcoming it all with great patience.
You were standing at the kitchen counter cutting up vegetables for dinner when Bucky came home. He had a therapy appointment that day and usually emotions could be all over the place when he came home. Some days were good, some days everything would get under his skin.
Today, though, he seemed just… fine. He came in quietly and planted a quick kiss on your cheek before grabbing a beer from the fridge. He asked if you needed any help and when you shook your head, he went over to sit on the couch, watching whatever reality show you had mindlessly playing.
Moments passed and you had just begun sautéing the cut-up veggies when Bucky spoke, cutting through the silence quite surprisingly.
"I told her what happened," Bucky said softly. You froze, eyes trained on the skillet in front of you. His therapist. He had told her.
"Oh?" You asked, silently cringing at your stupid response. Neither of you had exactly brought up the incident since that morning after. And if anyone was going to resurface it, you had assumed it’d be you, so hear him so casual was making your heart pound.
"Mhm," he hummed. "I told her my first reaction was to leave."
"Bucky-,"
Footsteps started towards you, stopping at the little kitchen bar. You could feel him watching you as you tried focusing on the cooking produce. Your breath started to get caught in your throat, so much worry and concern washing over you.
"She wanted you to come in one session," Bucky tapped his fingers on the counter. "So we can talk."
You frowned and finally turned towards him. Worry was splashed everywhere on his face. Your heart practically sobbed. "Bucky, we did talk about it."
He shook his head profusely. "No, you talked," A beat. "I stood there like a statue, thinking of ways to leave you. Ways to get out of this so I’d never had to see that scared, upset look on your face ever again. So I’d never have to cause you any more pain than I already have. But I’ve come to realize I can’t do that because I love you too much and I- I can’t run away from you or anything. I’m going to try… No, I will make it right."
Your heart sank at his confessions. He loved you — a word he had never explicitly said before. A four-letter word he had never stood there and outwardly said. You let out a light sob and went around the kitchen counter, throwing your arms around his neck. He was shocked at first, maybe even a bit unsure, but you weren’t letting go, he realized, until he held you back.
"I love you, too," you eventually mumbled between the tears. You pulled away slightly, keeping your hands on his arms while his hands rested comfortably at your waist. Just feeling his touch had you melting all over again. "We’re going to be okay, Buck. It’s going to be fine."
He nodded, his eyes searching over your face as the scrape on your cheek was just still barely visible. It was going away fast but he didn’t think he could ever unsee it. "You’re right, doll, we’ll be okay. I’m working on it."
You gave a small smile. "You can’t be perfect, Bucky."
"Maybe not," Bucky shrugged as his hand found its way to your face, caressing your unharmed cheek. "But I at least gotta try to be perfect for you."
You sighed, leaning into the loving touch. Looking in his eyes you could kind of see that it truly was going to be okay. He looked so passionate and dedicated when he stared at you like you were it in the world. The only thing there. It made your soul sing and you hoped he saw it in you, too. "You are, honey. You already are."
#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky x reader#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#marvel one shot#marvel fanfiction#marvel#avengers#mcu#mcu fic#angst#fluff#writing*#one shot
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Is there anyway we could get some dad marcus content? Like maybe a situation where him and reader don't have a babysitter and have to bring their kid to work?
Absolutely! I hope it’s okay but I decided to write this hc style <3
extra a/n: (y/b/n) your baby’s name
warnings: implied smut, pregnancy
Marcus White- Dad HC’s
so Marcus as a dad would be exactly what you’d expect
at first he would be so so nervous
when he finds out he’d be pacing the floor
‘‘what? I can’t have a baby, what if I drop them?’‘
he calms down when he hears you’re just as scared
‘‘we can do this, together.’‘
you know exactly how it happened
your spontaneous fuck in the photo lab a few weeks earlier
it had been your first time without protection, deciding it wasn’t needed
because of course he was infertile
or so you thought
throughout your pregnancy he is so supportive, you can barely stay on your feet for two minutes before he’s ushering you to sit down
‘‘Marcus, I can handle making some tea.’‘
‘‘I know but I’m here for you, babe, don’t move a muscle.’‘
giving birth was the tough part
with Marcus trying to not pass out
you had to call Amy to help you get through it
having a few other moms around the store helped you out a lot
advice was never shorthanded
such as
‘‘Hey, Ames, (y/b/n) will not go to sleep, got any tricks?’‘
then Chey butts in
‘‘Oh, just dip her sucker in some grey goose, worked for Harmonica :)’‘
‘‘Thanks, Chey.’‘ but you totally don’t take her advice.
when (y/b/n) was around 3 there was one time you could NOT find a babysitter when you and Marcus were supposed to be on shift
of course employee’s children were not allowed to be in the store
so sneaking around behind Dina and Glenn’s back was the only option
for some of the time they had to spend time in the warehouse with Marcus, hidden in a box full of stuffed animals, to their delight
other times you pretended to be helping a customer find her baby
dressing them up with gender swapped clothes from the clothing section
it was a nightmare
Amy of course helped out too, previously being in this situation herself
along with Jonah, one time he was watching her for a few minutes whilst you stocked the fridges but (y/b/n) would not stop crying
so he had to bribe her with cookies
but that ended up with them on a baby sugar high, zooming around the store, giggling
Dina of course found out
she let you off on a warning
luckily
when you and Marcus are at home with your kid, it could almost be heaven
(y/b/n) was so much like Marcus, they were so strange
sometimes they would just sit on the floor, a spatula or any other object in their grasp
‘‘Honey, what are you doing with that?’‘ You giggle at your child.
‘‘Best friend!’‘ They scream and laugh, cuddling the kitchen appliance
‘‘Come on, we can surely find you a better friend.’‘ You lean to grab it.
‘‘Hey, I don’t think we should mind her playing with that. I used to play around with my mom’s pill drawer when I was younger, I turned out perfect.’‘ Marcus smiles.
you give into your pretty little weirdo of a boyfriend
‘‘What’s their name, petal?’‘
‘‘Bear!’‘
‘‘‘Bear the spatula, huh?’‘
life was never boring with those two in your life
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*.• what do the jjk boys do when you have a nightmare.
{ itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, nanami kento + female reader }
Itadori Yuuji.
Your rooms are next to each other at the school, because of you both coming in last.
Because you two didn’t know many people there, and were the new ones, you had grown very close.
That was around a year ago, and now, you two were dating.
Yuuji knew you had nightmares sometimes, being a sorcerer wasn’t easy.
So when he woke up to your pained screaming, he rushed to your room as fast as he could which was very fast!
He opened the door, and found you in your bed, your sheets all tangled, and your palm pressed against your chest as you gasped.
Your teary eyes found his figure, and his heart shattered at the sight of your terrified eyes.
He rushed to your bed, holding you in his arms as he knelt next to you.
Yuuji’s hand held your head to his chest, as you sobbed, fists clenching onto his tshirt.
“Shhh... it’s me, babe... just me princess, you and me”.
His fingers combed your hair softly, lips pressed against the crown of your head as he cooed you.
“You’re safe, okay? I’m here now, I’ve got you”.
You held onto him like if he was going to disappear, or someone was going to take him away from you, and he noticed.
Yuuji let go of you for a second, hands cupping your face as he laid down, pulling you back with him.
You rested your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a small kiss to your temple.
He held you in silence for a few minutes, humming little melodies in your ear, as your breathing started to match his.
“Yuuji..?” “Right here, princess”.
He looked down at you with those brown puppy eyes of his, and you felt warmth grow inside of you, calming you down.
You sniffed, and he wiped away a tear that rolled down your face, leaning down slowly to press a sweet kiss against your lips, then your nose.
His hands roamed up and down your back, his gentle touch grounding you again. He was here. Yuuji was here, and you were safe.
“I’ll always be here”, he whispered as he caressed your cheek, and your eyes closed again.
Fushiguro Megumi.
Megumi didn’t have a heavy sleep, he never has have.
So when his phone started vibrating at four in the morning, he woke up immediately.
Your name popped up in the screen, and he frowned, worry shaking away any kind of tiredness he could have in him.
“Y/n?” “...” “Babe, are you okay?”.
He was away in a mission with Itadori and Nobara, and anxiety started growing inside of his chest, knowing how far away he was from you.
His heart stopped when he heard you sob from the other side of the call.
“Angel, what’s wrong? Please talk to me, let me help you”.
His voice helped you to calm down a little, and you took a deep breath as you managed to speak.
“N-nightmare”.
Megumi sighed softly, relief filling his body, and he put the phone away from his ear.
You heard silence for a few seconds, before the Facetime screen appeared, and you picked up.
His face dropped at the sight of you, tears rolling down your cheeks and red eyes looking at him with panic.
“Do you want to tell me what happened, angel?”
You told him how you had dreamt of him dying in the mission, and your boyfriend sighed softly.
He turned on the small light besides him, and he gave you a small smile.
Your heart started beating normally almost immediately.
“Still in one piece, see?”, he reassured, giving you a soft look that was only for you to see.
You nodded slowly, arms wrapped around yourself, and he noticed you were wearing one of his tshirts.
“Smells like you... sorry I took it”.
“Don’t apologise, please. It looks better on your anyways”, he spoke softly, and smiled, “Why don’t you try to sleep again, huh? I’ll be right here”.
“You don’t mind? I don’t want to keep you awake, ‘gumi...”, you said shyly, worried that he wouldn’t rest well, and would be tired during his mission.
He shook his head, laying down again, as you did, resting his phone against the nightlight so you could still see him.
“I’ll sleep better if you’re with me, angel”.
Gojo Satoru.
Satoru sighed deeply, opening the door to your apartment and dropping his bag at the door.
It was late, almost three in the morning, and he had just arrived back from a week-long mission turned into ten days.
It got complicated, and the elders hadn’t allowed him any contact with home, as he ‘had to remain concentrated on the mission’.
He knew it was a punishment to him, but it angered him that you got some of it too.
He took off his shoes, followed by his blindfold, and he walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.
That’s when he heard it, a soft whimpering coming from your shared bedroom.
He ran to the room, senses still in alert, and opened the door with a push.
Nothing was there, just you, twitching in bed as you mumbled in your sleep.
“No... No, no please... P-please don’t... Not S-Satoru...”.
Gojo walked to the bed, kneeling in front of you, and he shook you softly, hand in your forearm.
You opened your eyes at the unexpected touch, jolting up and screaming.
“Hey, hey... It’s me, little one, I’m home”, he spoke through your soft cries, as he took your hands, guiding them to his face.
Your shaky fingers caressed his skin in the dark, soon finding his hair, and then his shoulders.
A sob left your lips as you pulled him into your body, his weight making you both fall in the bed.
He turned you around, so you were on top of him, and he chuckled softly.
“Someone really missed me, yes?”, he asked softly, pressing a kiss to your head, “It’s alright, baby, really... I’m alright”.
You nodded against his chest, face buried in his clothes, and he caressed your hair gently, feeling your breathing slow down.
“They... I had a bad dream, and you... y-you... they had...”, you struggled to find the words, but Satoru already knew what you wanted to say.
His blood boiled with anger, rage for what those old bitches were putting you both through. But he simply clicked his tongue, pulling you from his chest so you could look at him.
“Here, look at me, Y/n. I am the strongest, remember?”, he asked, and you nodded slowly, “No one is taking me away from you, alright? No one, bunny”.
You nodded again, rubbing your eyes, and Gojo covered you both with the blankets as you kept looking at him, still shocked by his presence.
He looked down at you, a sweet smirk plastered on his face, and he held your chin with his fingers, pulling you closer to his face to kiss your lips.
“I’m sorry for being late, little one... I’ll make it up to you, ye-“, he started speaking, playful tone disappearing as he realised you had fallen asleep again.
“Sleep well, Y/n... I’ve missed you too”.
Nanami Kento.
It was 5 pm when Nanami’s phone rang, but he couldn’t pick it up.
He was in the middle of a mission with Gojo, fighting a special grade that had taken a school.
His eyes coloured with worry when, at seven, Ijitchi came to pick them both up, and informed him that you had called to ask for your boyfriend.
“Please, drive me directly home”, he asked, ignoring Gojo’s questions about what had happened, or if you were alright.
He knew the white haired man was being genuine in his worry for you, but he couldn’t think about anything.
When he got home, he called for you as soon as he opened the door, but you were already there.
Your frame was cuddled on the couch, a blanket over your shoulders as your head rested on your knees, which you were holding to your chest.
“Darling, what happened? Are you sick, is everything alright?”, he asked, walking to you.
You didn’t give an answer before throwing yourself onto his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you started crying.
Kento knew what had happened as soon as you did that, and he held you gently, rubbing your back with one hand, as the other pulled your legs to wrap around him.
He walked to the kitchen with you in his arms, and with one shift hand, he put water to boil.
“Do you want to tell me what you saw, my love?”, he asked gently, looking at you as he sat you on the counter, his hands brushing some strands of hair away from your eyes.
You shook your head, and he hummed in understanding, hand now on the back of your head to pull you closer.
He kissed your forehead sweetly, fingers running through your hair as his free hand held one of yours, thumb running over your knuckles.
When the water boiled, he poured it in a cup, and threw in a bag of tea and some sugar.
Kento carried you back to the couch, sitting down with you in his lap, and he held the cup for you, as your arms were still wrapped around his neck.
He wasn’t much of a talker in this situations, knowing his words were not what you needed, but his presence and touch.
He caressed your back with his free hand, and pressed another kiss to your forehead as you rested your head against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t pick up, darling”, “It’s okay... You’re here now, and that’s what matters”.
He rested the cup in the table, wrapping his arms around you to hold you as close as possible, and smiled when you pressed a little peck to his shoulder.
“That’s all what matters...”.
#megumi x reader#fushiguro megumi#megumi fushiguro#yuuji itadori#yuuji itadori x reader#yuuji x reader#gojo imagine#gojo satoru#satoru x reader#nanami kento#nanami x reader#nanami imagine#jjk#jujutsu kaisen
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always (l.r.h) part two
a/n: hi everybody! here is always part two, this is actually one of my favorite writings and one that I was looking forward to writing and posting a lot. it’s another angsty piece but with a sappy happy ending :) also it’s unedited but what else is new. i’ll probably post again tomorrow either a bestfriend!calum piece or a roomate!luke piece that are titled in my masterlist. i hope everyone enjoys and is having a wonderful day. i definitely am after that livestream today. (i would say that i didn’t cry because of how good and happy they all looked but that would be a lie) anyway i hope you enjoy and as always my messages are always open to chat or whatever and feedback and comments are always appreciated. thank you - emmy <33
pairing: luke hemmings x fem!reader
summary: it’s time for you decide whether or not luke’s mistake is worth losing the love of your life.
warning(s): mentions of alcohol, cursing, angst (but with a happy ending), self doubt, insecurity, mention of throwing up
word count: 2.9k
pt. 1
The longer you watched the window the more you were convinced mother nature was taunting you. The rain droplets that cascaded down the glass mirroring the tears that hadn’t stopped falling since you left Luke speechless in the driveway. It had to be for your benefit, I mean it was Los Angeles. California was in a drought for god’s sake.
Despite the fact that nature was mocking you, you couldn’t dare pull your eyes away. The alternative was to face the endless voicemails waiting for you on your phone that glowed dimly beside you. You knew you would have to hear them eventually but right now you knew that even a breath, let alone full sentences from Luke would break you in every sense of the word. You feared the sound almost as much as the content behind it.
You weren’t ready to be okay, you needed to wallow in your pain for a bit longer. As bad as that sounds you knew it was the only way you could convince yourself to let him back in, to forgive him. It was also the only way you could forgive yourself. Your body needed to feel how tortured you were without him, how much you needed his affection, his love, and him. Not his money.
Part of you knew deep down that Luke didn’t mean what he said, the part that awakened the butterflies that had taken permanent residence in your stomach since he had entered your life. The part that caused all your senses to align when Luke kissed you the night you finally understood what it meant to love someone with everything you have. The same part that was clawing at your heart right now as your mind replayed the look of pure devastation that was painted on Luke’s pretty features as you drove away from him. That part was itching for you to run to him, to cuddle into his embrace and say “I forgive you. I’ll never leave you again. Love me?”
But, it was the other part of you that was causing the problems right now, the part that snuck up on you each time you felt secure in yourself and tore it all down in seconds. The part that told you there was no way you were good enough for your boyfriend when you stared at your reflection in the mirror for even a second too long. The part that Luke was typically the one to silence when it overwhelmed you in a crowded room, with just a tender kiss to the forehead, or squeeze of your hand. The same part that constantly craved for Luke to be proud of you the way you were of him in anything he decided to pursue. That part was completely shattered last week when, whether intentionally or not he showed you that not only was he not proud, but also felt burdened by your lack of brilliance.
“Y/n,” your friend called, breaking you from your self-loathing thoughts as she approached your brittle body, enveloped in every single fuzzy blanket you could get your hands on.
“Hi.” you croaked, pulling your stinging eyes from where they had settled on a particularly large rain droplet that had stolen your interest as you wondered how much more water it could withstand before it burst from its flawless embodiment and shattered to the sill below. You wondered the same about Luke, how much more of your insecurity and emotional baggage would it take for him to burst. How much more of your mediocrity could he compensate for before you began to strip him of his excellence?
“Have you talked to him yet?” she inquired, eyes going soft as she looked at you with sympathy.
“No.” you groaned, pulling yourself up. “Do I have to?”
She shook her head, dismissing you. “You know that you’re welcome here as long as you want, but anyone could tell that you’re completely miserable without him, even if he is being an epic prick.”
You sniffled and wrapped your arms around your best friend.
“Am I an idiot for wanting to forgive him?” you spoke into her hair.
She returned the embrace and settled next to you in the bed, “I think if he really is sorry then you’re incredibly strong for it. And you’re never an idiot, that would be your blonde haired beau.”
You laughed softly at her innocent dig, the giggle catching slightly in your throat as it had only been releasing pathetic pleas, and broken sobs for the past few days.
Y/f/n handed you your phone, the photo of Luke and Petunia sitting by the pool being almost completely covered by all the missed call notifications that had taken over your lock screen.
“I think you should at least hear what he has to say babe, for your sake if not for his.”
You let out a heavy sigh and accepted the phone, wrapping your favorite blanket around your shoulders and dragging your feet to the bathroom for some privacy.
You took a seat in the empty bathtub throwing the blanket across your body. You reasoned it was the perfect place to listen to the messages because as soon as Luke’s voice flooded the room you would be completely submerged in him and you didn’t trust your legs to hold you up.
You clicked the most recent voicemail, time stamped from 1:28 am last night. As you selected the speaker option you allowed your eyes to fall closed and without noticing or trying you held your breath.
“Y/n,”
Only one word in you could immediately tell two things without a trace of doubt. One, he’d been crying, and two he was drunk. If you had to guess you would say tequila, it had always been his favorite and he had a bad habit of nursing his wounds in the liquor cabinet. It shattered your heart to think of him broken, and vulnerable and as he continued to speak you found yourself wrapping your arms around your body for comfort.
“I miss you and I’m sorry. I-” his voice cut off as a sob played through your phone. You released a matching one while squeezing your eyes tighter, a shaky hand bringing your phone closer as if it would bring him as well.
As he continued, your mind began to paint a vivid picture. You saw him sitting on the kitchen floor, an old ratty sweatshirt struggling to keep him warm, damp tear stains spoiling the sleeves. There was a half empty bottle to his side and the tip of his nose was red as it peeked out from the hood. You shook your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the image that felt like your personal nightmare.
“I-I can’t live without you, really I don’t think I can. I need you and I love you. I love you so much. Just please come home to me, please baby.” he spoke through gasps of breath that caused worry to spread across your body.
You paused the message as a dull ache creeped up from the bottom of your stomach and to your throat which was tightening by the second. You tossed your phone onto the blanket which you had kicked off as your body heated up, and sprung out of the tub landing firmly in front of the toilet. Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail in your hand you hunched over and retched into the bowl. Y/f/n burst through the door as you gagged and coughed repeatedly, she took your hair from you and rubbed soothing circles on your back as you tried to focus your breathing through your nose. This wasn’t the first time you had cried yourself into throwing up during your stay so she knew what to do to calm you down and settle your stomach.
As you finished the glass of water she had poured from the sink while you brushed your teeth she held your car keys out to you.
“Please go see him. I can’t see you like this anymore.”
You nodded accepting the keys reluctantly and made your way to your car.
Once outside you noted that the rain had started coming down harder, it seemed fitting as your situation reached its climax. By the time you got into the car your hair was wet and stringy, dripping onto Luke’s shirt that you had been wearing since the night you left. You quickly tied it back and drove away, hoping the sound of the rain could calm your nerves before you got back to your house.
When you got there the sun was setting and the rain was still falling steadily, you grabbed a jacket from the back seat and held it over your head as you ran to the house. The jacket didn’t give you much protection from the water and you were soaked by the time you reached the door. Taking one big breath, in through your nose, and out from your mouth as you had been repeating the whole ride there, you raised your quivering hand and knocked three times.
Expecting it to take a few minutes for him to reach the door you were shocked when it swung open in just a few seconds. Your heart sunk as you took in Luke’s appearance, although you were sure you looked just as bad if not worse. Deep dark circles sat beneath his bloodshot eyes, his stubble had grown in a bit longer than he typically liked it and his lips were chapped and bitten down. Guilt panged in your chest, how awful of a girlfriend were you to let it get to this point? The thought made you question if he would even want you here.
Apparently the time apart had completely fucked with your ability to read Luke’s face because even frozen in shock, his eyes began to fade into that special soft color of blue they only got to around you. He felt as if a giant weight had been lifted from his chest and just as it had been since the moment you left the only word running through his head was “y/n.”
He didn’t see your messy, wet hair or the ratty tshirt that swallowed your figure. He didn’t see your eyes puffy from crying or your bitten down nails that you were bringing back up to your mouth in that moment as your nerves got the best of you. All he saw was y/n. His y/n. You came home to him and as far as he was concerned you looked like an angel. Warm, sweet, and perfect. So fucking perfect.
Your eyes ran over his face anxiously, waiting for him to say something, or invite you in, or even slam the door in your face. Anything. After a minute of silence you gathered up the courage to speak first.
“Sorry I never called you bac-'' your words were knocked from your mouth when Luke took a step forward and wrapped you up into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. Your limbs fit together perfectly, and the second your bodies met you felt recharged, as if everything was in place once again. And Luke felt like for the first time in a week he could breathe.
“I don’t deserve you.” he sighed as you pressed your nose into his chest deeply breathing in the smell you could only describe as home. “Thank you for coming back to me, I don’t work without you.”
From your position in his arms you could see the mess splayed on the floor behind him. It was just as you had pictured it earlier, a thin blanket and scratchy throw pillow were scattered on the floor in front of the sink, a bottle lying on it’s side just next to them. Guilt inched up your spine when your eyes made contact with a framed picture of the two of you on top of the blanket.
“I’m sorry.” you sobbed into his chest, your hands clawing at the material of his sweatshirt.
He pulled back quickly, keeping his hands on either sides of your waist, “No baby, why’re you sorry. This is all my fault, I was awful. You...you’re perfect.” he pressed as you shook your head in distress, unable to stop your tears.
“N-no I stayed away for so long, even when I knew I wa-wanted to forgive you. I was embarrassed and...and selfish.” you struggled to speak over your tears while Luke looked down at you sad and confused.
“What’re you talking about, love?”
You sniffed and dropped your hands from Luke’s chest, “I j-just wanted you to be proud of me.” the end of your sentence was nearly lost in your sobs but Luke understood. And in that moment he regretted going into music instead of engineering, or science, or whatever would’ve helped him to invent a time machine so he could go back and beat the shit out of whoever or whatever had possessed him last week.
His hands moved to cup your cheeks, his thumb tracing lightly over your bottom lip.
“I am proud of you baby.”
He leaned in slowly, and hesitantly, almost as if he was testing the waters, like this was new. As if he hadn’t kissed you thousands of times before. You looked up at him through your lashes littered with unshed tears and nodded your head slowly. He still had so much left to say, you still had so much left to say but you both had been needing this for as long as you’d lost it. He pressed his lips to yours gently, afraid that even one wrong move and you would decide that you had made the wrong choice in coming back. He wouldn’t survive that, he couldn’t lose you twice.
As he went to pull away you snaked a hand around the back of his neck pulling him back towards you. This time when your lips collided his body sagged into it, both arms wrapping around your back and lifting you up to the tips of your toes. Your eyes drifted shut and you reveled in the feeling of him pressed up against you like this. When the kiss broke you kept your faces close enough that your noses were touching, and opened your eyes to see Luke’s still closed, his eyebrows furrowed as he pressed his forehead to you.
“You’re what I’m most proud of.” he exhaled, his eyelids still shut lightly. “My greatest achievement is getting you to love me and I can’t believe I almost blew it.”
You brought a hand to his face and stroked his cheek lightly, the feeling of his overgrown stubble foreign to your fingers.
“It would take a lot more to get rid of me.” you assured. “I think m’too in love with you.”
He opened his eyes, locking them with your own, and spoke firmly but with a softness that was and would always be reserved for only you.
“I want to make it clear that you do not in any way leech.” he dragged the last word out, laced in disgust as if it were hard for him to say. “I lucked out. I actually just seem to keep lucking out, my job, my life, and you.” He placed a hand across your jaw and tilted your chin up before continuing. “I completely lucked out with you. I have lots of money, more than I need actually and it makes me feel fucking incredible that I can take care of you. That’s all I wanna do for the rest of my life.”
Your mouth broke into a smile hearing him verbally commit to a lifetime with you.
“But, with that being said I know you don’t need me-”
“I do need you.” you interrupted.
Luke threw his head back at your words, a toothy grin overtaking his face before he pressed a chaste peck to your forehead.
“Y’know what? You’re too fucking cute. I meant financially baby, m’trying to apologize here.”
You nodded for him to continue, struggling to contain your own beaming smile.
“Anything you decide to do occupationally or otherwise could never, ever let me down. You’re physically incapable of it. I’d be a lucky guy if you let me stick around for it all and I promise to never forget that again. I’m sorry I did in the first place.” he took a deep breath before finishing his rant. “M’only able to give you the world if you let me. Let me?”
You answered his question by attaching your lips once again, desire and need radiating off of the place where your lips met. As your taste buds reacquainted themselves with Luke’s mouth you wondered how you had gone even a day without him.
Luke felt like he was flying and he couldn’t wrap his head around how anyone in the world could live without, seeing you, knowing you, and kissing you. He also knew that he would do anything to ensure that he never had to go a day without you for the rest of his life.
“How long does it take to get an engagement ring sized?” he wondered to himself.
If he could’ve read your mind he would’ve seen white gowns, tiered cakes, and little blue eyed, curly haired monsters running amuck.
“I want everything with you, the whole world.” you affirmed when you pulled apart for air.
“Yea?” he responded.
You hummed against his lips, “Always.”
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Karlnapity x Ramhyrbid!reader HCs
requested by this anon: “in game karlnapity with a male reader with ram horns? like ram hybrid!”
{Oooo I have so many ideas}
Sapnap x karl x quackity x Ram Hybrid!reader
trigger warnings: some swears, mild panic attack, mentions of the green bitch boy (c!dream)
premise: I’m doing these as Hcs with mini scenes because too many ideas to fit into one fic
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So you and Sapnap were childhood bestfriends, you had met one day during a ‘man hunt’ (they were just harmless games of tag then)
Dream had been running through the village and of course Bad George and Sapnap were chasing him and Sapnap thought he saw a short cut between two houses but when he ran through he just kind of slammed into you an knocked you to the ground
Immediately asked if you were okay and the bam! you were best friends ever since
you were always together, playing games and sparring
he still remembers when your horns started growing in because when you went to meet him out in the field behind the village you were complaining of a headache and then a while later he went to pat your head (showing off his height in comparison to yours) you screamed in pain and nearly fell over
he freaked out cause his hand came away bloody and-
“(y/n)? What's happening?”
Your face was twisted with pain as you looked up at him with tear clouded eyes, “Sappy it hurts.”
The young boys eyes filled with fear as he grabbed your arm, starting to pull you back toward the village.
He goes and gets help and your parents explain that its just your horns growing in, so they get some potions of healing and numbing and shit and essentially just kinda put you under until they’ve fully broken through the skin
Sapnap doesn’t leave your side the whole time, even when Dream and George make fun of him, (bad says its sweet)
Anyway you end up going with Sapnap, George and Dream when they journey to the smp
everything's relatively normal, you help fight back against the L’manburg insurgents
nothing huge changes until Karl comes around, and starts flirting with Sapnap, which normally you wouldn’t care, I mean, let your best friend get himself a man-
except you got jealous
but why were you jealous? You had nothing to be jealous of. Your best friend was getting a boyfriend, your cute adorable, loving best friend- oh shit
the fact that Karl is equally adorable does not help
so you kinda start to drift away from Him for a bit, and end up talking with L’manburgs current vice president more, and then bam suddenly you see your feelings for quackity which makes you a whole lot more confused.
eventually he asks you out, and of course you say yes and then suddenly Sapnap is back and ready to be your best friend and is all bothered by the fact that Quackity is dating you and by the fact that Karl keeps flirting with Quackity
then eventually you all sort of have this moment thats like ‘well I like you two and him, and you like me and the other two and You like them and me’
Bam! your in a poly relationship
the rest of this isn’t gonna necessarily gonna be directly related to plot soo:
when you guys cuddle, normally you all sort of pile up around Sapnap cause mans is a freaking heater, and you get shumushed between him and Karl, and Quackity always plays with your fingers
Sometimes when Karl thinks your asleep he traces your horns, just sort of back and forth across the ridges with his fingers
ohhh my god affectionate head buts!
sometimes, after a nightmare about the whole shlatt thing Quackity wakes up, and in the dark and in a panic all he can see is your horns and it freaks him out/triggers him into a panicky headspace
normally when that happens he sort of jumps out of bed, and just sort of backs away into the wall
he isn’t exactly quiet (hes knocked many a thing over in the past), and so it wakes the rest of you up, and Karl immediately goes to calm him down and whisper that its okay, and that your not shlatt
it really get to you, the fact that you can send one of your boyfriends into a panic like that so normally you just kind of try to distance yourself and hide your tears and Sapnap always goes to comfort you and tell you that its not your fault
*clears throat* so uh anyway
you guys go on picnics a lot, and Karl tries to make everyone flower crowns but yours doesn’t fit on your head around your horns so quackity helps him make little rings of flowers to go on them
Aghhh I’m soft
#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagines#sapnap x reader#karl jacobs x reader#quackity x reader#sapnap x karl x quackity x reader#karlnapity x reader#teddy06 writes
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they hurt your feelings
w/ bakugou and kirishima
genre: angst to fluff
a.n. i have seen so many people in different fandoms tackle this prompt and now its my turn so suffer along with me <3
bakugou
you knew going into this that katsuki was a little rough around the edges. this was more than fine for you
to make up for his prickly edges you decided to overwhelm him with love and affection, surprise hugs and face kisses all the while you scrounged for any affections you could get from him
he never told you it bothered him, though you should have guessed
you just loved him so much and you wanted to show it
clearly that desire for affection was going to come and bite you in the ass.
you sat with your arms wrapped around his waist, head nuzzled into his back. you peppered soft kisses to the clothed muscle every once in a while. he had been working at his homework which was fine with you. you didn’t mind the silence as long as you got to hold him. but he had been at it for an hour and a half. he deserved a break. you pressed a kiss onto his shoulder before speaking for the first time this evening.
“hey bubs?” you whispered and were just met with a soft grunt from your boyfriend, sounds of pencil scratching onto the paper louder after you spoke. “bubby?” you asked one more time after a few moments.
“jesus fucking christ, what, y/n?” he snapped, running his hands down his face with a groan of frustration. you jumped a little bit at the sudden harshness of his tone. you swallowed thickly, unsure if you wanted to answer him now. “you’ve already interrupted my train of thought you wanna fucking talk to me now?”
“i was just gonna suggest that you take a break,” you meekly whispered. “i just think you deserve one. you’ve been at this for so long and i just. i could rub the tension out of your shoulders.”
“no.” he snapped. wow. okay. shut down so quickly.
“okay baby, i just-”
“can you shut the fuck up for five minutes?” he pried your arms off him and scooted away. “you’re so fucking annoying jesus christ. i have never met anyone more clingy and annoying in my life. do me a favor and fucking leave i’m busy.” you blinked at him, tears pricking in your eyes. did he really just say that? were you that annoying. instead of putting up a fight and risking more of your feelings getting hurt you nodded and exited his dorm, heading back to yours to cry your eyes out. when you collapsed onto your bed, putting his notifications on mute so you didn’t have to talk to him. if you were clingy then keeping your distance was the best option in keeping your relationship alive.
on katsuki’s end, after an hour of cooling down he began to flood your phone with texts apologizing. nothing big or meaningful just a few ‘sorry. didn’t mean it’ type messages. not that you read them, which was confusing for him. you usually responded within 3 minutes. he set his phone down. you’d answer him in the morning. he tried falling asleep but dreams were replaced with the darkest of nightmares. he woke up feeling like he couldn’t breathe. like there was someone pressing onto his chest trying to get into his lungs and rip them out. he hated this feeling. he hated the memories masquerading as dreams. where were you? you always calmed him down. getting up he scrambled to grab his phone and call you. biting his knuckles he kept calling and calling but you didn’t pick up. 4 times. what the fuck? his heart continued to pound. he couldn’t do this. he wouldn’t be able to get back to bed. slipping on some form of shoe he walked down to your dorm and banged on the door. the nightmare kept replaying in his head and he felt like screaming. you still weren’t answering.
“y/n,” he spoke voice raspy. “i know you’re in there open the door please.” he knocked again. nothing. he knocked one last time. “y/n please i need you open the door i can’t.” after a few moments of you not opening the door, he was going to walk away. but then you opened the door. “y/n.”
“bakugou go to bed,” you demanded with your arms crossed.
“first its katsuki to you,” his voice was shaky. “and i can’t sleep.”
“not my problem,” you snorted ready to close the door on him but he held it open.
“please. just let me in,” he begged. you sighed and moved out of the way to let him in. he sat down on the bed and pulled his knees to his chest. he was terrible at asking for this, usually you just caved and gave him the hugs and cuddles he needed but instead you just stood there. he looked up at you. he looked so tired. you wanted to hug him but after that outburst you didn’t think you should. “y/n?” he asked after a moment.
“yeah?”
“i’m sorry. for what i said earlier. you aren’t clingy. i mean you are but it’s not a bad thing. you keep me sane. i’m sorry.”
“thanks for the apology but-”
“hold me please? i’m not good at this but i need it.”
you crossed your arms. “do you really think i’m that annoying? i’m sorry for it i just want to show you how much i love you but-”
“i don’t. i’m sorry. i’m sorry i’m making you question how you show me your love but please damn it. i know it’s gonna make you uncomfortable but i need a hug. please?” you nodded and sat next to him and held him tightly.
“we’ll get through this katsuki. tell me about your dream. talk it out.”
kirishima
you never in your wildest dreams believed that loving doting eijiro kirishima would make you feel insecure.
he loved you so much and not showing it wasn’t manly, according to him
but with the more dates he skipped out in favor of bakusquad hangouts
you weren’t so sure you were enough for him anymore
this was the third date this month kirishima missed. he stood you up and you were starting to think that the restaurant was going to stop letting you come back if you kept getting stood up. you texted him only for him to leave you on delivered. you texted sero asking about kirishima’s whereabouts for him to respond that they all went out to dinner. you were aghast. you really weren’t enough for him anymore, were you? the moment you got back to the dorm you got into bed, pulling the sheets close to your chest. he would rather be with anyone else but you, huh? you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. you were so wracked with sobs that they eventually rocked you to sleep.
you woke up the next morning to your alarm for class. groaning you picked up your phone to turn the alarm off. you looked idly at your notifications. 23 texts and 4 missed calls from eijiro. you didn’t listen to the voicemails and all his texts were empty apologies. you didn’t bother opening them. instead you got ready for class and to join the rest of your classmates downstairs for breakfast. he sat next to you at the table as you silently ate your rice. it was quiet between you before he smiled at you brightly.
“so i know i missed our date last night, but i was thinking you and i could check out that botanical garden tonight? to make up for it, you love flowers-” you felt bad cutting off kirishima’s happy, excited proposition but you got up in the middle of his sentence.
“no thanks. i’m busy tonight.” you commented shortly. he blinked, smile faltering a little bit before returning.
“no worries! what about tomorrow? we have the day off from school and maybe we-”
“no. busy tomorrow too.” you cut him off again, cleaning your bowl despite momo’s objections that she would do it herself.
“seriously?” his tone was filled with dejection, his tall frame faltering a bit at that. you just nodded.
“ask bakugou,” you snorted, gathering your materials for class.
“bakugou wouldn’t want to go. i asked you.”
“then ask kaminari,” you gave him a venom filled smile.
“hell yeah let’s go eijiro!” kaminari beamed. kirishima didn’t even fight to continue the plans. he just accepted that kaminari would be his new hangout buddy. fuming you left the dorm. kaminari winced. “what’s their problem?”
“they’re pissed because kirishima has been ditching them for us,” bakugou snapped, sipping his tea. kirishima’s brows furrowed.
“what? no they’d tell me.” kirishima wanted to shrug it off but something about bakugou’s accusation sat heavily on his chest.
“then why did they say no and tell you to go with kaminari? face it dumbass they think you don’t want them anymore.” that hit kiri like a bus. no. of course he wanted you! and only you! swallowing thickly he got up and ran to catch up to you. you couldn’t have gotten too far to campus. all he had to do was run. he caught up to you and called your name loudly. against your better judgement you sighed and stopped walking. he finally reached you and panted, wanting to speak but his windlessness prevented him from doing so.
“go-go out with me tonight please,” he begged through jagged breaths.
“i told you i’m busy. besides you have more fun with your friends anyway,” you rolled your eyes and he grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly.
“i don’t want them i want you! i’m sorry i’m sorry i made you think that i wanted to spend more time with them than you i’ll be on my best behavior from now on! just don’t leave me don’t i don’t know what i’ll do whatever you ask i-”
“shut up,” you smiled and hugged him.
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Stargazing | Bucky Barnes
Summary: You and Bucky made stargazing one of your habits for whenever he is having nightmares or you both need a moment to calm down.
Warnings: mention of mental health issues/PTSD; bit of angst; lots of fluff
A/N: My first one shot and I hope you like it! Let me know what you think x
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After the blip, everyone had tried to go back to normal. If everyone would be successful doing that, could be another story. But you had also been determined to get back on track again, now that everyone was back. Now that Bucky was back as well.
You still remembered how it had felt finding out about his “death”. That he had been part of the one half of the world’s population that got wiped out by Thanos’ snap. For a moment, you had been sure that Steve was trying to prank you, was trying to make you cry for no reason, but you had soon realised that everything was far from being a joke. Losing friends, losing Bucky on top of that as well, had been enough to kick you into a hole you were afraid of never finding the way out of again.
Five horrible years until there was a bit of light again. Five years until you had him back. Sometimes you couldn’t believe it that you had actually survived five years without Bucky and without your other friends.
And then, after five years, you had everyone back, but lost others anyway.
But if these five years had taught you one thing, then it was that you had to keep moving and couldn’t stop, because it would let you fall into this hole again that you had dug yourself.
The first few weeks after everyone came back had been rough. The economy, everyone and everything around you, was trying to get everything back to normal.
That wasn’t even achieved now, almost half a year after everyone had come back.
Bucky and you had at least managed to move in together. It was helping the both of you. The cuddling at night, the comfort you could both give each other. Yet, it did not calm Bucky’s nightmares enough. He was still having nightmares, trouble falling asleep and points where he would reach a low, would start to doubt himself, doubt what he was trying to build up again. The both of you wanted a normal life, especially Bucky needed one, after all that had happened to him.
Sharing a flat was nice. You didn’t have to do the dishes alone, never had to be alone for too long, never had to go without your boyfriend for too long. Being able to cook with Bucky, to make sure he managed to silence his own thoughts, was a good, reassuring feeling.
Something you had started to do together recently was stargazing. Whenever Bucky woke up sweaty and distressed, you two went up to the roof of the building and just watched the stars. It always made you more free to speak out your thoughts and grow a bit tired again. It was helping you with coping with the last five years and it was helping Bucky with leaving behind all that was haunting him.
Maybe it had also been a miracle that you were gifted with this relationship. Everything worked so perfect, so smoothly, between the two of you that it sometimes seemed unreal. And the banter here and there, the small arguments about who would bring the trash outside, weren’t anything that would ever be a risk to your relationship.
After another small movie night, the both of you went to bed. You curled up against your boyfriend’s body while Bucky sneaked his arm around your waist, pulling you close and planting a few soft kisses onto your hair. It let you drift off to sleep even easier and even smoother.
You were woken up by Bucky sitting up behind you. It was dark in your room and you had to blink a few times to actually see your boyfriend in the dim light of the street lights shining into the room from outside. “Buck?” You asked with a yawn, rolling onto your back and turning your head to the man next to you.
His forehead was covered in sweat, just like his chest and neck. The rapid up and down movements of his chest assured you that Bucky had a bad, bad dream and he was trying to calm down. Without any further hesitation and the dizzy feeling of being woken up in the middle of the night, you sat up as well, arm wrapping around Bucky’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go outside a bit. Watch the stars again, huh? It’s supposed to be a clear night,” you assured him with a soothing voice.
Bucky gave you a small nod, a quick glance and with shaking hands, he managed to get out of the bed. You helped him into a white T-Shirt and a loose jacket, before you also put a jacket on over the hoodie you usually slept in.
Carrying his hand in yours, you both made your way up to the roof. As you had predicted, the sky was clear and only the stars were shining through the dark. A smile spread over your lips, your hand immediately squeezing Bucky’s as you took your usual spot on top of the roof.
Bucky’s breathing had slowly calmed down again, the light breeze of the night soothed him, just like the touch of your hand and the calming pictures of the stars above you two. He snuggled into your side, sitting against the cold wall behind you as you watched the stars sparkling in the sky.
It was always one of the nicest views you could get from anywhere.
The both of you took a few deep breaths together, the silence carrying on, but that was completely alright. The silence was what bonded you two together somehow, the silent understanding where feelings could show through even without the words. “I love you,” Bucky whispered with his raspy voice, sighing deeply.
“I love you too,” you assured him, falling back into silence right after, but the smile remained on your lips. You started to stroke over the top of Bucky’s metal hand with your thumb, knowing he wouldn’t feel it, but you still wanted to have that comfort for yourself. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head again, before turning back to the sky.
“That part looks like a cat,” he pointed out in a low voice, pointing to the stars he was talking about. You tilted your head to the side a bit, trying to see what Bucky was seeing and after you squinted your eyes a bit. “I think I can see it,” you chuckled softly, turning your head to look at your boyfriend who looked a bit more tired again, but definitely more calm. “Thanks for coming up here with me again, Y/N,” he whispered, turning to face you as well.
“You’re very welcome. You should stop thanking me for this when I need it just as much as you do,” she sighed, hand reaching up to cup his cheek that had definitely become colder again.
Without any more words spoken, Bucky leant a bit more forward, capturing your lips with his own and letting you feel all these shivers again like it was the first time.
You were each other’s calm and no one could ever take that from you. Only the stars as witnesses.
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