#i did send anons before i could have been off anon but my fucking . broken ass blogs
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I know I shouldn't give these kinds of people the time of day or any attention but I'm just like ... How do you think like. How do you think like this. what is your thought process of " it's a fictional character so they can't be a child or teenager " like ??? I think they're just trying to defend ns//fw of children because hurr duhh uhhh durr fiction doesn't affect reality I can draw horribly disgusting things of a 14 year old character because it doesn't hurt anyone it's not a REAAL child !!1!!
#please consult therapy and or talk to someone in real life about this!#ask your family! ask your friends! tell your co-workers hey i drew p//rn of a child but its fictional so i think it's okay#see how other people react.. youd think all ghe negative reactions theyre getting now would make tjem think oh yaah! i really am drawing#ns//fw of a teenage kid huh. well. yeah that is bad. even if theyre not a real teenager its still fucking disgusting and weird too#the fucking self//cest layer is even worse#do YOU want to make out with yourself at 14??? huh?? do ya?? if the answer is yes Please seek professional help#god. 27 years old#I'm done ranting now about this sorry i swear i try not to get into drama but there's just some shit that just disgusts and disturbs me so#badly#they probably won't get banned blocking and moving on is the best but hey! i made people aware who might have been following to stay away#anyways im gonna draw for my AU i said I'd post#at least the og post has like. barely any notes#ain't no one like that weird shit man you're just fucking disgusting 👎#OKAY im done#had to get shit off my chest#i did send anons before i could have been off anon but my fucking . broken ass blogs
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HELP OF ALL SONGS WHY DID YOU GO WITH THE LAST TIME FOR THAT KAISER ANGST it's my favorite i can't do this mimi
PLS DON'T LISTEN TO YOUR REPLIES !!! IT DOESN'T NEED A COMFORT PART 2 do you know what it needs? reader's pov 🙏🏻 because i am certain kaiser fucked up so good (i'm a kasier kisser believe me) to the point that we can't take him back ;)
you get me anon 🫱🏻🫲🏻 i shrieked when i read this in my inbox. i'm hearing you out so here it goes !! (thanks for sending this, i needed a distraction after my previous exam soooo a kaiser angst might just be the best kind of distraction :D)
content/warnings. reader's pov of this (or the break up) | hints of a toxic relationship | heavy in narration !
you can’t say you didn’t see this coming.
you would be lying not to admit that you could sense the storm brewing long before it arrived, an ache that had been etched into your soul from the moment you fell under the spell of those mischievous blue eyes and enchanting smiles.
the world warned you, voices of reason echoing through the corridors of your mind. tabloids whispered tales of heartbreak, fans shared cautionary tales, and even ness, who knew kaiser better than anyone, tried to shield you from the impending storm.
they told you loving michael kaiser wasn’t for the weak. and you shrugged that off, because you know you weren’t one.
now, sitting in the balcony of your new apartment, your phone clenched in your hand, a message arrives from a familiar sender.
you know this all too well. and it reads heartbreak in every word, over and over again.
my mihya: i have a game tomorrow. would you come?
my mihya: please come.
loving michael kaiser wasn't for the weak, and you thought you understood what they meant but you didn't. it wasn't just about being strong — it was about the insidious way his love eroded your defenses, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.
in those three haunting moments when michael kaiser arrived unannounced at your doorstep, exuding remorse with every fiber of his being, you had to clench your jaw so tight just not to tell him to come inside.
and every time he calls asking to see you once more, you grasped your phone as if it were a lifeline, the weight of your wounded pride pressing into your trembling hands.
with each time he does ask to try again, it takes everything in you to hold a yes that teetered on the precipice of your lips. it wasn't because you didn't love him, but because you knew all too well that kaiser excelled at chasing you when it was already too late.
it was as though he had finally paid attention to your place in his life, but by then it was too late, you’re too broken to grasp on.
don’t get it wrong, he did love you. fiercely, madly, deeply so. he loved you.
only in his terms, that is.
he loves you when it was convenient, when it was easy. he loves you when he stood high above everyone else, and come moments that he faltered, he dragged you into his lowest of lows.
and you. you accepted that.
accepting a love (if you could even call it one) like that?
it was consuming. such love painted vibrant hues of ecstasy, only to wield the darkest shade of anguish.
and yet again, we really do accept the love we think we deserve.
you spent two years of your life believing love came with thorns. you gave him all of your best, your endless empathy. gave him so much, but it wasn’t enough.
no, it was never enough.
it wasn’t all rain and storms. you had your better days. and when it was good, it was good.
but a few fleeting highs couldn't erase the moments when he tore you down, belittled your dreams, ridiculed your love like you’d always be around.
so, you ran.
was it the bravest thing you've ever done? these days, it's harder to convince yourself that you made the right choice.
to say you miss him is an underwhelming elucidation of what you feel. michael kaiser is written all over you. you feel him everywhere of you. his presence lingers within, haunting you.
and there are nights, that fuck, all you want to do is pick up the phone and have him near, even if that means risking another goodbye.
but leaving… you know it was for the best.
when you think of those destructive nights of 4 am, standing before a mirror seeing the permanent damage of loving a man who didn’t know what he had when he had it, you know it was for the best.
i did the right thing.
you can’t take him back. you can’t do that to yourself again, not anymore. you can’t go through another night of stifling your sobs, grieving for your partner when he’s right beside you.
grieving for what could have been if he were a better man. if he loved you the way he loved his fame and glory. if he loved you like how your heart ached to be held.
but as they say, one should wait for the right man, but never should one wait for one man to be the right one.
and you refuse to be the casualty of a love that was never meant to be, the collateral damage in his pursuit of self-glory.
1:03 AM
[xxx-xxx-810]: i have a game tomorrow. would you come?
[xxx-xxx-810]: please come.
3:35 AM
you: i hope you win, kaiser.
so, you hold on to your pride, because these days, it’s all you had left.
#☁️ my ode to you#this is shit pls look away#btw anon why do i feel lyk i know u hmpppp#blue lock x reader#blue lock imagines#michael kaiser x reader#michael kaiser imagines#kaiser x reader#kaiser imagines#michael kaiser x y/n#michael kaiser x you#bllk x y/n#bllk x you#bllk x reader#blue lock x y/n#blue lock x you#blue lock headcanons#michael kaiser#blue lock angst
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hi auds!! it's my birthday today ;) i never send reqs i know you get a whole ton of them but if you ever got around to this- i think the f1 fic world has a very worrying lack of aus. so could i get a band!charles au drabble where he writes a song about reader and she hears it on the radio? any song you like. reader could be driver or something or connected to f1 if thats cool !!! thank you sm!! i love you
knee socks – cl16
There’s a certain inevitability that comes with having sex with a misaligned, conceited lead guitarist of a band. You aren’t aware of this fact until it hits you in-between your brows with the force of an 18-wheeler truck, at 8AM, through the radio in your car.
genre: drabble... lots of smutty allusions
auds here... happy birthday anon, one month and then some later! to be completely honest i almost deleted this... but through some twist of fate, it was the only thing i could bully into completion lol (aside frm long form fics that i'm still working on) this is 1000% for u and i hope u accept it as a belated bday gift :) i agree btw! id love to see more au fics but it is still nice reading the canon compliant type ones hahah. also the song in this and its and title is of course from this
It was surprising enough to hear an announcement of a new single by The Incident, one that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere, sans promotion. The morning BBC show clobbered the song with theories before finally letting the drawled-out, sticky guitar filter through and into your car. That in itself was odd, sure. Maybe shocking a little. But you leaned into the leather seat and remained quiet.
When you were fifteen, you were convinced the lyrics to Hall & Oates’ “Rich Girl” pinned up perfectly to your (insufferable) personality of the time. Raised in a big family and working in a career of refined prestige, your budding skill and already-cemented name in the modeling industry were just two small indicators of your parents’ massive wealth. Of course, neither Hall nor Oates were actually sitting and writing songs and singing about you—you just found it made sense in one way or another.
That was three years before you met Charles three years ago, at a pub in Soho. His band had only just spilled out of the confines of Soundcloud and seedy managers; they’d broken five million monthly listeners and the throng of people were there to watch them live. You were at the pub for a pint with another friend and left him with your number, a slip of paper tinged with beer; he fished out the nearest surface you could write on from a nearby bowl. Do I Wanna Know? it read in rushed cursive. It was a song request that went unfulfilled.
Rumors flew in your circle. Your father soured at the idea of you seeing somebody he wasn’t actively doing business with, but he failed to realize how limited your dating pool would be if you followed his wishes. Your interactions with the Formula One men he sponsored or worked with, however few and far between, were rancid and impolite. The drivers wore expensive brands, ones that didn’t even fall familiar on people’s ears, but refused to tip beyond three pounds. It came as both a shock and no surprise that the nouveau rich rock singer treated you with more decency than any of them did.
He was shy about it first, knowing how filthy rich you were. He made jokes about how his flat could fit in your kitchen twice over. He spoke what little French he remembered from childhood to impress you, paid for takeout, wore Lacoste when he came over to drink—then fuck—because it was, at the time, the most decent brand he owned. It’d been January when he came over, caught a sight of you at the foyer with all your expensive coats hung up. Your tongue was blue with a lozenge. It was the only thing he could look at while fucking you.
He wore a light blue variant once, fit and snug on him. You wrestled it off him in-between hot, sweet kisses, kept it on your bed so it’d be the first thing you tugged on in the morning before a shoot for a brand you can no longer place.
The last time you saw him he’d shown you lyrics, sang them aloud, drummed the beat he thought of on the skin of your thigh. His accent disappeared into rasp and notes. You told him to perform it live and he fucked you splayed up against your door, bent over your counter, then with your knees pressed to your chest on your white sheets, warm from the laundry. S’good for me, aren’t you, princess? All for me. My filthy girl.
Two hours later: I’m going on tour, sweetheart, he’d said while he cleaned you up.
’Til? Or… like, for long? Naked, you wrapped your blanket around your frame.
Ah, oui. For a while.
You failed to answer amicably, your eyebrows twisting. You didn’t think to tell me? Just up and leave then? No number, no text, no announcement, just— You exhaled tightly. You knew he didn’t owe you anything of the sort; the sex, you guessed, the company had been so good you’d deluded yourself into thinking so.
Kitten—
Don’t call me that, you huffed, angrier now. Petulant. You got up and crowded him ’til you got to the door. Get the fuck out.
You watched him leave, brown leather jacket and black tee disappearing into London, and wrenched memories of him from the depths of your brain, the two years of your back and forth rendezvous. You wondered why you didn’t get a song in that time, after his ascent to fame, after the release of other hit singles inspired by his bandmates’ gossip rags and measly shags.
So a year later, when the memories have just begun to purge themselves—when the lyrics, which already have sent a swoop through your stomach, progress into the line When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste… and your knee socks, you effectively choke on your a.m. cappucino. It’s like “Rich Girl” all over again, but this is overt, it’s targeted. Like whoever wrote it must’ve known you’d be listening right now, en route to a shoot at eight in the morning.
“All good, miss?” Ed, your chauffeur, meets your eyes in the rearview, concerned.
“Perf—” your voice cracks. “Perfect.”
You screw your eyes shut and try to collect yourself, zeroing in on the lyrics that’d been foggy before.
Curing his January blues—the month you two started sleeping together.The fact that he’d had your number, a famous stranger, before you had his. Every beat, every word, every deep-voiced lyric traces back to you (unless, of course, he’s busying himself shagging any other girl in London on rainy Tuesdays and letting her wear his now-old polos. The thought sends a pang of jealousy through you.)
But you know better. You know you’re the only one.
Because your phone’s the only one buzzing late into the damp night—when the zeroes line up on the clock by your bed, the one he fixed up for you—with a number you’ve removed the name of, blocked at some point, but can still memorize in his absence.
Maybe tonight you’ll pick up.
#f1#charles leclerc#charles leclerc imagines#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc drabble#charles leclerc smut#f1 x reader#anonymous
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Hear me out
So y/n broke up with her boyfriend not long ago, and minnie (g!p) tried her best to see her smile again, happy and all cute again. But nothing worked she cried every night in her arms how she hated her ex boyfriend and how she wishes she never met him, she hated that. She hated that her bestfriend cried so much over a stupid men, so she took her way and made her feel like she's the most important person in the world in that moment. She made sure to make her feel good and to forget about that stupud ex boyfriend wich she did bc minnie showed her all the stars that he couldn't do, she fucker her with nothing but love and a promise to keep her bestfriend the happiest person in the world. But she couldn't keep her feelings anymore and she let them spit out like a river and thats when they became a thing
Or
Minnie fucking y/n roughly but with a care so that she forgets about her ex stupud boyfriend and she confess to reader
(i'm sorry i needed to send this request it's stuck in my head since yesterday)
-the mimin x reader anon (also can i be your 🦤 if it's not taken?)
Hi honey! Sorry it took me so long to reply to this but ofc you can be 🦤 Anon! (My first anon this is so cool whatt)
I can be a better boyfriend than him.
G!P Nicha Yontarak/ Kim Minnie x Reader
Minnie sighed as she heard you crying again. It had been 2 weeks since you and your boyfriend — who Minnie personally never liked — had broke up. He had cheated on you which caused you to break up with him. Minnie was upset to see you so upset but was happy that you had finally left him.
She had known for a while that he was a player but she never said anything since she loved seeing you happy contrast to how you were now.Ever since you guys had broken up she would hear you crying, especially at night which made her hate for him grow even more. She wanted to see you smile or better yet just forget him and date her.
She knew how to treat you better and knew what was best for you, she was your best friend but in her mind she was your girlfriend. I mean you guys have slept in the same bed cuddling more times than she could count and each time you guys would cuddle it felt more intimate than the last time even if that wasn’t the goal. You would always kiss her cheek sometimes being too close to her mouth almost as if you meant to kiss her, she would dream of how your lips would feel against hers multiple times often getting hard from just the thought. And when you wore her clothes it made her even crazier imagining multiple scenarios of you being hers and not having to share you with anyone else because you’d be hers and hers only.
One night she had enough, you were in her arms as she held you crying your eyes out. Sobbing saying how you weren’t good enough for him, how everything was your fault, you were just a terrible girlfriend. She got tired of it and grabbed your face kissing you, the kiss was filled with love and passion. She pulled away quickly when she realized what she did.
“I’m sorry- I-I should've asked first I didn't mean to-” before she could finish you pulled her back in to another kiss. This time it had more lust than passion, Minnie’s hands went under your shirt her cool fingertips against your hot skin sent shivers down her spine.
Her tongue dancing with yours as you guys made out on your bed. You both pulled away breathing heavily as Minnie flew to your neck applying kisses to it, you let out soft moans and sighs after each kiss she left. “M-Minnie…please..I need you so badly..” your voice was no louder than a whisper. Minnie smirked against your skin as she lifted your shirt off your body, moving down to kiss your collarbones muttering small praises about how pretty you were, how long she's been waiting for this, and how she loves you.
Minnie took your sweatpants off while you pulled her shirt off her body. “You know,” she said in between kisses “I can be a better boyfriend than him.” She pushed your panties to the side as she slipped a finger inside you smiling at how much you whined. She went back up to your face kissing your cheeks as she began to move her digit in and out of you.
You moaned with every thrust of her finger she made loving the feeling already getting obsessed with how her finger felt inside her. By the time she added a second finger she took in your facial expressions and how pretty you looked like this. Your reactions told her enough of how your ex treated you during sex, and it made her upset. She was gonna show you how much better she was as she sped up making your face contort to pleasure, your walls tightened around her fingers making you mewl.
She knew you were close but if anything that just made her speed up even more til she heard you let out a loud moan your orgasm coating her fingers as she pulled them out. She saw you panting with a wide eyed star struck look as if this was your first time and then came to another conclusion that upset her.
“He’s never made you orgasm? was that your first time ever orgasming?” your shy nod told her everything. The idea of her being the first one to make you orgasm made her harder than she already was, “fuck I need to be inside you right now.” she murmured.
You bit your lip as you looked at her “Do it. I want you to fuck me Minnie.” That was all she needed to hear. She immediately took her pants off as she rubbed her tip on your lips, “how many inches are you used to?” you were silent for a few minutes before answering “I think..5..” Minnie was a bit dumbfounded by this.
It made her feel happy that she was bigger than your ex boyfriend but also a bit astonished. Seriously what did you see him? it doesn’t matter now since she was gonna make you forget all about him. She pushed into you making you count each inch til she was fully inside you. She smirked as she saw your reactions, the way you gripped her hand trying to adjust to her size, the whiner your voice got the more she entered inside you, all of it was beautiful to her.
She was smiling when she saw you take all of her dick in your pussy, once she was sure that you were used to feeling of her inside her was when she started moving. Her hands gripped your hips as she fucked into you. “Fuck, you're so tight. Your pussy feels so fucking good.” you could barely respond only moaning as your vision blurred from each thrust. Minnie began taking up speed as she went deeper and faster inside you.
One of her hands held you down by her hips while the other groped your boobs roughly enjoying how they felt. She felt you get wetter and wetter with each thrust making her moans mix with yours, all the times she would hear you moan for your ex during sex she’d never heard you moan like this. She went rougher even as she felt you orgasm coating her dick, but she had no plans of stopping.
You began to cry from overstimulation as it felt like she had only gone faster when you orgasmed, at one point only driven by lust as she hooked her arms under your legs placing them on her shoulders. With this new angle, she was able to reach even more deeper inside you loving the new angle.
Your moans were so loud that anyone who were to step inside the apartment would be able to hear you guys , the sounds of her thrusting in and out of you echoed throughout the room as both of your moans got louder.
She watched as your walls began clenching on her cock indicating you were close, she was also close and got an idea as she leaned down to your ear “cum for me baby, cum all over my cock. I want us both to cum at the same time.”
She went faster and deeper til she moaned your name in ecstasy painting your insides white, she looked down at you as she stayed inside you slowing down her thrusts, at one point she pulled out a bit and looked at your face.
She was confused as she saw you had a weird facial expression but then saw your eyes squeeze shut tightly as a clear liquid shot out of you. Minnie had a shocked look on her face as she looked down at you. She just made you squirt. Not only was she the first person to make you orgasm but she was also the first person to make you squirt.
You were panting as you looked like you were about to say something but before you could Minnie latched her lips on your clit lapping up all your juices harshly sucking on your clit. You moaned loudly gripping the sheets and due to how sensitive you were you orgasmed again in her mouth as she lapped it all up.
She came up to your lips and kissed you as she laid down moving you to lay on her chest. Once you both caught your breathes she spoke, “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you for so long. I know you just got out of a relationship but can you please give me a chance?”
It was quiet for a few minutes which to Minnie felt like hours. You pecked her lips as you smiled. That was all she needed to hear as she held you impossibly closer to her.
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This requested me think of boyfriend by Dove Cameron and now I can’t unsee it😵💫 I hope you liked the request lovey and I promise I’m working on that Mimin request💋💕
#gidle#gidle thoughts#gidle smut#kpop gidle#idle smut#fem! reader#g!p minnie#minnie smut#minnie#idle imagines#idle thoughts#idle#minnie idle#🦤 anon
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Migraines | J.T.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader
Request: Anon - “Hey I get pretty bad migraines, and i was going the injury prompt list and #4 and #6 kind of remind me of how my lovely s/o takes care of me when i have an episode. I’d love to see those prompts with jason todd!
Prompts: (from here)
#4: Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably once you faint right in front of them
#6: Staying the night in case they need your help, being asked to sleep on the bed instead of the couch/floor
Summary: You have a migraine and try to hide it from Jason until you manage to faint in front of him, sending him into a worrying spin over you
Warnings: Description of migraines, friends to lovers, mentions of being nauseous from the migraine, fluff, hurt/comfort (kind of)
Words: 4,595
A/n: I am both a big sucker for injury prompts and Jason Todd so here we are lol I also get migraines so anon, I’m sorry you’re dealing with them 😭 I did friends to lovers just because I thought it fit a little better with the second prompt!! If you wanna be added to my tag list, click the link below, send me an ask, or comment!! You can also follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary !! If you like this, please reblog it and/or talk to me about it!!
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It starts as a mild headache. It’s just an ache in the beginning of your head at first that’s a bit annoying but nothing horrible. However, with your history of migraines, you take your precautions to prevent it from turning into a migraine. The thing about the migraines is they tend to send you out of commission until they go away. You always play it out to be just a mild headache or that you’re just tired and take a nap. Jason doesn’t actually know how bad your headaches (migraines) actually are. He’s Robin! Jason could have ten broken bones and still go out swinging. You get a migraine and want to explode.
After about two hours though, the mild headache has turned into a full-blown migraine. It’s throbbing in the front of your head. Your stomach is nauseous with the pain and every bit of light in the room makes you cringe. You’re in the library of Wayne Manor with Jason, sitting with him while the two of you read and reading is making it worse. You swear you’ve been on the same page for twenty minutes, unable of focus your eyes or your attention on the book. Everything hurts, even moving your eyes is agonizing.
“You good?” Jason looks over at you, noticing you haven’t turned a page in a while.
“Oh, yeah.” Your voice is quiet as you give him a fake smile and a very subtle reassuring nod, almost wincing with the movement.
“You don’t look good.” Jason sees the grimace across your face. “Seriously,” He puts his finger in the book to hold the page while he closes it. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m just tired.” You shrug it off. “I’m just gonna take a nap.” You smile sweetly but faintly.
“You’re a bad fucking liar.” Jason chuckles softly as you get off the couch. “I know something’s wrong, can’t hide it from me, babe.” There’s a cheeky grin tugging at his lips when you turn to face him, knowing he’s trying to get the real answer out of you by being cheeky.
“Jay, I’m fine.” You insist, giving him a toothy grin as if that’s enough to convince him but the window is right behind Jason and you moved too quickly.
Everything is spinning and throbbing and pounding and your vision is blurring in and out. Everything is agonizing and all you want to do is curl into a ball and melt away. Your heart is starting to race while your legs are starting to feel weak and shaky.
“Y/n?” Jason calls, the grin completely vanishing as he watches the look at your face turn distant and shallow just as your legs give out.
Jason scrambles to his feet, catching your head just before you hit the ground. Panic courses through Jason’s blood as he holds your head in his hands, unsure of what just happened. You’ve never fainted before. He knew something was wrong but something wrong enough to make you faint? He never would have guessed and he’s kicking himself for not realizing that it was something that bad. He should known better, paid closer attention maybe. Something. But, then your eyes open slowly, you barely coming to with your head still pounding like a kickdrum at a rock concert.
“Hey, holy shit, are you okay?” Jason’s words are slurred as he looks at you but you can’t make them out. Everything sounds mixed together, hazy even. “Y/n?” Jason asks and as your vision starts to steady slightly, you can make out his brown eyes laced in worry, forehead wrinkled.
The jig is up.
“Migraine.” You mutter out.
Jason lets out a sigh, wondering why you didn’t just tell him. You both make fun of each other with little stuff. It’s all fun and games though, Jason tends to take some low blows when he gets mad but it’s never anything too horrible and you know where not to cross a line. Had you just told him you had a migraine, he wouldn’t have made a joke or yelled to make it worse. He would have just let you rest. Jason knows his constant training even with an injury isn’t normal, most people know when to tap out. He doesn’t want you to end up like him, unable to take a break even from just reading a book with him.
“Come on.” Jason slides his hands out from under your head as you sit up. “Get your ass to bed.” Jason stands up, offering both of his hands to you to help you up.
You take his hands gingerly in yours, carefully and slowly getting up, trying not to move too much or too fast. “I’ll be fine.” You brush it off once you’re on your feet.
You don’t want to bother him with it. Migraines are debilitating but it’s still a headache. It just sounds so pitiful in a way. You have to nap in the middle of the day over a headache. Jason shouldn’t be bothered with it or you. You’ll take a nap and maybe you’ll feel better later.
“Yeah, then ya fucking fainted.” Jason scoffs, not realizing he was still holding your hands.
“Mhm.” You hum, your mouth dry from the nausea of the throbbing headache.
“I’ll walk you.” He offers, realizing your hands are soft in his.
His heart swells with the idea but he lets go and opts to move to your side, resting a hand on the small of your back. He gestures for you to start walking, him walking right beside you and not moving his hand just making sure you don’t fall or faint again.
If your head wasn’t a throbbing and pulsating mess right now, you’d have some comment about how nice he’s being. Jason can be a little less than nice at times with people, but he does have these really nice moments with you ever since you followed him to Gotham. It’s….domestic in a way. At Titans Tower, there was this ruggedness to everything and this hardness that almost surrounded him, a bitterness that ate at his bones. But, when he’s here, he’s kinder. He’s still rough around the edges, that’s just Jason but he’s kinder and you’d be lying if you said you don’t like the kinder side of him that mixes with his sarcasm. And maybe if your head wasn’t causing such agonizing pain, you’d notice him looking more at you instead of where you were walking, his eyes laced with worry. It’s just a headache he tells himself, but he worries anyway because it’s you.
Jason gets you to bed, you swearing you can get into bed just fine but he doesn’t take that for an answers. You fainted in front of him and now he’s determined to not let you do anything until you’re feeling better. You’re his best friend and while it’s a migraine, he doesn’t want you to hurt yourself more or prolong the pain. So, he pulls the blankets over you and takes your phone from you before putting it on silent and putting it on your nightstand.
“Did you need anything?” He asks, trying to hide his concern from his voice.
“No,” You say softly, comfortable in your bed now and glad to be able to sleep. “Thanks.”
Jason nods, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Text me if you need something, alright? Don’t go getting up and making shit worse.” Jason offers an awkward laugh.
“Yes, sir.” You mutter, giving him a soft smile.
“I mean it.” He warns as he starts walking towards the door.
“Thanks, Jay.” Your voice is a little louder this time so you know he’ll hear you.
Jason smiles softly. “Yeah.” He nods at you before leaving your room, shutting the door slowly and quietly to allow you to sleep.
Jason leaves you alone for a few hours, casually passing by your room every fifteen minutes just in case. Of course, Jason doesn’t realize he’s passing by so often. He’ll go into one of the living areas and then conveniently remember he needed something from his room which is next to yours. Or he’ll go back to the library only to realize he needed something from the kitchen which means he has to pass by your room. He plays this little game for a few hours, getting an eyebrow raise from Bruce every time Jason passes him in a different room. After the fifth time, Bruce finally just asked what was going on. Jason tried to brush it off with “Forgot something again.” Bruce didn’t press but figured it had something to do with you. Jason isn’t the forgetful type and it made Bruce chuckle softly to himself.
But, after that few hours, Jason got a bit stir-crazy worrying about you. You’re his main form of entertainment here. You’re both either training (to Bruce’s dismay) or joking with each other or reading. You show him a lot of movies and TV shows he’s missed. You’re always together and now he’s just bored and worried. So, he makes his way to your room around 10pm with a glass of water and he knocks softly, hoping it wasn’t too loud but that you heard him. You don’t answer though and Jason feels a bit more worried, so he opens the door just slightly to look inside.
You’re asleep in the same exact position he left you in. Your room is completely dark, the currents drawn and the TV off. But, Jason shines just enough light into your room to stir you awake. Your eyes peek open, catching a blurry glimpse of him in your doorframe, able to make out his dark hair.
“Jay?” You question, barely noticing the throbbing of your head slightly better than it was a few hours ago.
“Sorry.” Jason mumbles. “Wanted to make sure you didn’t die or some shit.” He brushes the worry from his words, trying to act casual.
“I’m alive.” Your voice is weak, stinging Jason’s heart.
Jason takes a step in the room, leaving the door cracked so he can actually see you. “Feeling any better?” He asks.
“Migraine is still kicking.” The sarcasm in your voice is even weak and Jason feels so bad for you.
And he’s still worried because you don’t normally nap this long. It makes him wonder if you nap just long enough to ease some of the migraine but still keep up appearances. But now he does know, so maybe your migraines do last this long after all this time and he feels horrible.
“Well,” Jason walks over, resting the water on your nightstand which you definitely take note of. Was that the excuse he was going to use if you were awake? Bringing you a glass of water? That’s kind of sweet. He sticks his hands in his pockets. “I’m going to get my stuff then.” He holds his head up high, chest puffing out slightly. “Gotta make you sure you don’t croak in your sleep or something.” Jason nods his head, giving you this half-cocked grin. “Or,” Jason clears his throat. “Just in case you need something.”
“In case I need something?” You wanna make fun of him so bad, you love making fun of him. It’s how you two show affection but, you’re actually curious where this is going. The migraine might still be kicking, but the curiosity has now taken over.
“Yeah,” He shrugs casually. “I don’t want you to suffer longer so if you need something, you won’t have to deal with it.” He shifts his weight from his toes to heels.
“Awww.” You manage the quip with a smile.
“Shut the fuck up.” Jason chuckles softly, dodging his eyes from you for a second. “So, I’m staying in here tonight and you’re just gonna have to suck it up.”
“Fine.” You try to sound stern but there’s a smile playing at your lips and your chest bursts of warmth with having Jason stay in your room.
That’s something neither of you do. You are friends and the flirting sometimes gets a bit…too flirty. There’s a difference between two friends flirting and joking around and whatever the hell the two of you do. You always get just a little too close to Jason and Jason always comes up with a quip that’s said a little too seriously. There is this invisible line neither of you have ever crossed because it overcomplicates a fun situation. Jason doesn’t think you’re into him that way and you think if you were to ever tell Jason, he’d laugh or make it weird. But, maybe this is a good opportunity to try something a little less flirty and fun and try something a little more casual and soft.
When Jason comes back, he’s in grey joggers and a loose black t-shirt. He has a pillow with a beige pleated pillowcase under one arm and a matching blanket draped over the other arm. He said he’d go get his stuff but you were certain he was just being dramatic. Jason has always had a flare for the dramatics. And a part of you thought for sure Jason was just going to slide into bed with you with a cheeky grin because that’s just Jason. But, he doesn’t. He puts his pillow on the floor beside your side of the bed. You eye him with suspicion, not moving your head and you want to laugh but you know it’ll just hurt.
“What’re you doing?” You ask once Jason sits on the floor.
He looks at you with, what you swear seems to be innocence. “Sleeping on the floor?” He questions back, not sure why you’re asking.
You let out a huff, smiling down at him. “Can you just sleep in the bed with me, please?” You ask and at this point, you don’t even want to deny the fact having him next to you would at least bring you comfort. You always sit close to him because it’s comforting but having him sleeping next to you now with a throbbing migraine? That might be the only thing you actually want, besides the pain to stop.
Jason gains this smirk and devious look in his eyes. “Oh, want me in the bed, huh?”
“Shut up.” You groan. “I said please.” You pout a lip at him and Jason swears he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.
“Since you asked so nicely, babe.” He emphasizes the word and your stomach spins with butterflies.
Jason walks to the other side of the bed and gently flips the blankets up to get underneath them. He tries to play this off in the cool, calm, and collected way he tries to play everything like this, getting a little too close to you. His heart is thundering in his chest and he tells himself that you’re just being nice because he’s being nice. This is a nice, friendly thing to do to make sure you’re okay and he doesn’t wake up with back pain in the morning. This is a casual, friendly thing you’re doing.
You roll over slowly, careful not to move your head too much. The migraine is just barely starting to subside but you know if you move too much or try to stay awake, it will come back with a vengeance. So, you remain careful as you move closer to Jason. He stretches his arm behind your head almost instinctively, careful not to hit to your head with the movement. Your head lays on his chest and you have to admit, he is so warm.
Jason brings his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and this is kind of nice. He wishes your head wasn’t in pain so maybe this would be something a little more or something would come out of it. But, he’s so sure that you’re only willing to cuddle with him like this because you’re in pain and for a reason he doesn’t fully understand, you find comfort in him being here. Your head is aching but this is the most comfortable you’ve been in forever. Jason is comfortable.
“Thanks for checking on me.” You whisper to him, your eyes closed as you listen to his heart still thundering in his chest. “And the water.”
A bashful smile comes to his lips. “Yeah,” You feel him huff under you. “‘Course.”
“Why is your heart beating so fast?” You ask.
Jason pauses, his eyes widening. How is he somehow at a loss for words? He’s never at a loss for words but how’s he supposed to answer that without admitting anything? Your question and his running through about it just made his heart beat faster.
“Are you...nervous?” A gentle chuckle leaves your lips, you wincing with the throbbing.
“Fuck off, no I’m not nervous.” Jason groans.
“Okay, Jason.” A snicker comes from you. “Seriously, thank you for staying.” Your voice is quiet and coated in a honey-like sincerity.
Jason sucks in a breath and honesty isn’t exactly his thing. Not that he lies, he just doesn’t say how he feels but you’re kind of really important to him.
“Yeah, well, I’d kind of doing anything for your ass.” Jason chuckles.
“I know.” You smile to yourself. You know he would. He’s a bit rough around the edges and he has his issues that he’s kind of trying to deal with, but you know he’d do anything for you. “I’d do anything for you, too.” You admit, just sensing the deadpan expression he’s giving you. But before he can turn it into some type of flirty, taunting banter, you continue. “Goodnight, Jay.”
“Night, Y/n.” Jason lets out a sigh, rubbing your back lightly.
You fall asleep first, the migraine fully wearing you out and Jason offers the perfect amount of comfort. He’s soft and there’s a firmness of his chest that isn’t hard or too stiff. It’s just firm enough to offer support and just the right amount of soft. You think he makes a better pillow than your own (which is insane since Bruce did not skimp on the pillows). Jason, on the other hand, he stays awake a little longer.
It’s been harder for him to fall asleep ever since Deathstroke. But, tonight, that’s not where his head is focused and he has to admit, it’s a bit cathartic. He’s so careful not to move or tense up with you so peacefully asleep under him. He doesn’t want to disturb you because of your migraine and he doesn’t want to disturb you and make you move away from him. You keep him calm and turn his brain off for a little bit. He always chalked it up to you being friends. You’re one of the only people who ever really listened to him anyway and that always helped a bit but, he’s looking down at you with this gentle smile and that’s his real ‘oh shit’ moment.
It’s not just flirting for fun or the joking banter, but a genuine liking between him and you. Deep inside, he knew why he was worried about you and why his heart was beating so fast. Deep down he knew why he didn’t risk immediately getting into bed with you, because he didn’t want to scare you off and risk you turning him away from the room altogether. But, right now with the dark room and you asleep on his chest, finding comfort in him, he knows and he knows he won’t be able to ignore the warmth in the pit of his stomach. So, he closes his eyes and settles with the thought of maybe. With the thought of maybe something happening between the two of you and the thought of maybe this becoming your thing because that’s where he finds comfort. In the thought of maybe.
The next morning comes around and you wake up first, bright and early. Your head is a bit groggy from the migraine but you’re finally away from the pain. As long as you get some food and water, it should stay away. You’re in such a state of relief the migraine has finally released you from it’s grip, you almost don’t realize your head is still on Jason’s chest. It only takes less a minute for you to realize it but it’s long enough to surprise you.
You sit up slightly, looking at him and for once, Jason Todd looks peaceful. There’s a blooming happiness that pulls at your heart as you watch him. He’s had it rough and he never really looks at peace, not fully but he does right now and you adore him so much. You don’t think he sees how happy he makes you and you wish he did. Jason Todd also deserves to live in peace and happiness with love and acceptance and that’s all you ever really want for him.
“Hey.” You whisper, poking his cheek softly. “Jaaaayyyyyy.” You hold out his name, poking his cheek again as he scrunches his face and you swear it’s the cutest thing in the world.
“What?” He mumbles, voice drenched in sleep, almost incoherent.
“You’re kind of cute when you’re sleeping.” You keep your voice a whisper and it’s the most graceful alarm Jason has ever had. Alarm even seems like too harsh of a word to call you.
He peaks an eye open at you, managing this expression of a cross between annoyance and teasing. “Just my face, babe.” He has this tired smirk that gets your stomach in a twist.
“Eh.” You shrug at him while he opens his other eye. “‘S alright, I guess.” You tease him and the annoyance evaporates from his expression.
“How long’ve you been up?” Jason asks, enjoying the lively expression back on your face.
You look like the sun now which he thinks is a cheesy thought but it’s true. Last night, you looked like a rain cloud and not even the cool ones that are large and fluffy, consuming the whole sky in lumps of deep greys and blues. No, last night you just looked like the rain smog around Gotham, gloomy and tired.
“Just a few minutes.” You answer casually before running a hand through his hair. It’s wild this morning, curly strands standing up and scattered about the pillow.
“What’re you doing?” Jason laughs, eyes looking up at your arm and back you.
“Messing with your hair, it’s shockingly soft.”
“Shockingly?” Jason chortles. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know.” You laugh back, pulling your hand away and resting it on his chest. “Thought it would be stringy.”
Jason’s brows furrows, the smile still tugging at his lips. “Yeah, okay, perfect sense.” He jokes with you and there’s something about how this feels right now. It’s not the tension-filled flirting the two of you do. There’s something so domestic about it that he really likes. “You hungry?”
“Starving.” Your eyes widen dramatically.
“Alright, what do ya want?” Jason wiggles his brows at you. “I’ll cook.”
Your brows shoot up with surprise. Jason has cooked for you a handful of times, but it’s not that he really offers. He just kind of makes something and then tells you to try it. “What’re you up to, Todd?” Your eyes narrow at him playfully.
Jason shakes his head, smile turning down and then twitching back up. “Just being nice.”
“Well, I won’t turn down food.” You laugh softly before telling him one of your favorite breakfast foods.
“You got it.” Jason nods at you while you get off of him so he can get off the bed.
“Are you gonna bring it to me?” You pout up at him as he looks down at you. He thinks you look pitiful in the cutest way possible.
He shakes his head and he wants to argue it, tease you but he can’t. “Fine, but you owe me.” Jason has a one-sided grin as he points a finger at you jokingly.
“I’ll take that.” You beam a smile up at him, shocked he actually said he’d bring it to you.
Jason tosses the idea around in his head and you’re clearly feeling better, so why not? “How about a date then?” The words are much smoother than the frantic thoughts in his head. He’s a bit panicked that he just asked that, thinking maybe you’d actually say no or laugh. He’d be devastated if you did and then probably hide out in the Batcave for the rest of the day.
The smile falls from your face for a second, unsure if he’s joking or not. He doesn’t look like he’s joking. He actually looks pretty serious despite the devious grin on his face. There’s a pleading in his eyes that tells you he’s completely serious and you just can’t believe it. You thought Jason just liked flirting and maybe he does, but you thought that’s all it was. It was something you just accepted after a few months at Titans Tower. You just accepted that’s all it would ever be but now? It seems as if it’s real.
“Seriously?” You ask, your voice not giving Jason any indication on how you feel about it.
He shrugs a shoulder, trying his best to play it off. “Yeah, why not?”
The smile comes back to your face and you can feel the heat coming to your cheeks. “Yeah, okay. When do you wanna go?”
Jason’s heart is exploding into fireworks across his chest. You actually said yes. But, he didn’t think he’d get this far into the conversation so now he’s just stuck making it up on the fly. “Tomorrow?” Jason asks, figuring tomorrow would be better in case you need today to recover from the migraine.
“It’s a date.” You’re beaming up at him and the giddiness consumes your bones like a kid in a candy story for the first time.
“Awesome.” Jason smiles widely, looking to the floor and back to you, a few strands of his hair bouncing onto his forehead. “I’ll go make your breakfast and bring it to you then.”
“Thank you, Jay.” You give him a toothy smile. “You’re gonna eat with me right?”
“I guess.” Jason wrinkles his nose, his cheeks starting to ache from the smile.
“Okay, well hurry up, I wanna hear about this date you have planned.” You tease him and watch him stiffen just slightly.
“Just for that,” Jason says as he heads for the door. “I’ll take my sweet ass time.”
“Or, you could hurry up and come back to bed.” You taunt him, brushing your hand over his side of the bed and you can see his jaw clench.
“Fuck, yeah, alright.” Jason groans, knowing he’s lost and you fall into a fit of laughter, a sound Jason adores. “I’ll be right back.” Jason says before quickly leaving the room, leaving your door open just a bit.
You fall back into the pillows, ecstatic that you have a date with your best friend and he’s making you breakfast. A part of you finds it funny that this whole thing is because you fainted over a migraine.
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Can you do your favorite tropes?
Fake it - ellie williams x reader
Hi anon! I wasn't sure what you meant when you asked for my favorite tropes but my top 3 are: fake dating, forbidden love and the classic enemies to lovers :)
Pairing: ellie x fem!reader
requests are always open feel free to leave one! or you can just send me a song and I'll take it from there :)
Warnings: none, it's literally just fluff
Summary: You and Ellie reminisce on how the two of you got together
wc: 1k
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“So” Dina started as she took a swing of the amber liquid in her glass, “how did the two of you get together exactly?” she asked confused on the information you and Ellie just shared with her.
You met Ellie’s gaze, as you thought about answering the question. A grin started to form on Ellie’s plush lips as she stared telling the story:
It was Ellie’s idea. She would’ve never come to you if she wasn’t desperate.
Ellie and Cat. An unlikely duo. Nobody expected the two of them to start dating but they did. They were together for almost a year. Everyone thought they had the perfect relationship but behind closed doors it was hell. They argued, they lied to each other, they said hurtful things, and they both manipulated each other.
At some point Ellie had enough and she left Cat. No matter how much it hurt her, she left. She wasn’t going to force herself to stay in a relationship that only brought her pain.
Cat didn’t make things easy for Ellie after the break up.
She would show up at Ellie’s house, she would lie to people saying they never broke up, she always went where Ellie went. She was borderline obsessed with Ellie.
In the beginning she could handle Cat. She could ignore Cat’s advances. But the longer her and cat stayed broken up the more obsessive Cat grew. Ellie didn’t know which was worse, being in a relationship with Cat or being broken up with her.
And that’s when Joel suggested Ellie gets with someone else. Joel’s exact words were “maybe is she sees you with someone else she’ll leave you alone kiddo. It’s worth a shot”
She tried. God knows she did
Ellie went to the club that night, and just as she was about to leave with a girl Cat came around the corner.
“Babe where have you been?” she asked with a sickening smirk on her face. The pretty girl next to Ellie gasped at Cat’s words.
“You didn’t tell you had a girlfriend” she practically screamed.
“I swear she’s not my girlfriend-“ Ellie tried to explain. Her explanation didn’t go far before the girl slapped Ellie across the face. Walking away she yelled: “you are fucking disgusting”
Ellie’s face reddened with embarrassment at what just happened, her eyes met with Cats: “did you miss me?” she asked a smug smile on her face.
“no I didn’t“
Ellie needed her stop.
At this rate Ellie would never find a girlfriend.
Who wants to date a girl whose ex is a literal stalker?
And that’s why she sat across you. She needed your help.
“So you want us to fake date?” you question.
Ellie nodded, her head jerking almost violently
“Please” she begged “it’s just till she leaves me alone”
You agreed. And it was the best decision of your life.
You and Ellie had 2 rules during the time that you were “together”
No kissing
No falling in love
Fortunately both of you broke the second rule.
It started off great. Holding hands, going on little dates. Cat was mad. Every time she spotted the two of you she looked like a toddler who was ready to burst into a tantrum for not getting their way. Cat tried worming her way into your relationship. She spread rumors, messaged you countless times and tried lying to you about Ellie. She tried. And none of her ideas ever fucking worked.
You would never admit it out loud but you found it quite funny when you and Ellie made an appearance and Cat had to leave the room to “get some air”.
It was all fun and games till you realized that you actually caught feeling for her. You broke one of the rules, and the longer you were with Ellie the worse your crush got. You knew the two of you dating was fake but god it felt so real.
The way Ellie looked at you made you think that maybe someday she would feel the same.
You got a text from Ellie saying: come over we need to talk
Fuck
Tonight was the night Ellie was ending things.
You knew things were coming to an end, but you wish it didn’t have to happen so soon. Your hands were shaking as you sat in Ellie’s living room.
Were you still going to be friends after this? Did you actually stand a chance?
The room was filled with an awkward silence and you looked at Ellie in all her glory. She cleared her throat and said: “Cat stopped texting me” the room fell silent once again.
“ I think she- I think she’s d-done with me” Ellie said
“That’s good Els” you added
“so this agreement is done?” you asked, voice small hoping Ellie said no.
“Yeah”
Oh.
“It was nice fake dating you Els” you said with a small smile as you got up to leave.
“Who said I was faking it?” she asked suddenly, looking up at you.
“What do you mean-“ you started before you felt Ellie’s lips on yours. The kiss was magical. It felt like you were floating. Ellie’s lips were soft and her touch was intoxicating. She pulled away as the two of you breathed heavily.
“God I’ve wanted to do that since I started fake dating you” she said breathless.
You hummed agreeing with her statement. She leaned her forehead against yours.
“Do you want to go on a date?” Ellie asked nervously “like a real date”
You looked at her, with a small smile on your face: “I’d like that” as you brought her lips down for another kiss.
“That’s so fucking cliché” Dina snickered as Ellie finished telling the story.
“Heyyy” Ellie whined “it’s a cool story” she said, as she threw her arm over your shoulder you felt her lips press a gentle kiss to your temple “i’m going to tell this story to our kids one day” Ellie whispered into your ear.
A smile spread onto your lips at Ellie’s confession.
Yeah you might have gotten together to get rid of her psycho ex but if you never did, you wouldn’t have fallen in love with the girl of your dreams.
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if you ever have the chance, or whenever you feel like it, id love to request a david/darlin fic, where david has to pick darlin up after a bar fight and patches them up? take as long as you need to write this, you don't even have to haha. just an idea :) thank you, and have a great timezone!!
Anon, my fire, my daydream, my love... This was so up my alley and you are wonderful for sending it my way! This was really fun to play with and your ask was so kind! I hope you enjoy it. Thank you so much! <3 <3 <3
david/darlin
tags: hurt/comfort, scars, blood, longing, not quite together but obviously leaning toward it
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A Weird Way To Flirt
The rain pattered his truck. The storm seemed fitting. He slammed the door when he got out and stalked across the parking lot to the bar doors. One of the front windows was shattered but still in the frame. He curled his lip. He could already smell the blood and smoke.
He pushed the doors open and walked in to raised voices that quickly hushed.
A couple of department officials were standing in the middle of the room, clearly trying to break up the still flaring arguments. One side of the room was charred with a fire elemental standing there, arms tightly folded and heat still rippling off of them. Two vampires were yelling at the department officials, pointing and flashing teeth at the bar… Not at the bar, really, but at the shifter standing at the bar.
David’s shifter.
Darlin, for their part, didn’t seem to even notice the vampires anymore. They were tense, chin down but watching him through their lashes, careful not to actually make eye contact.
“Shaw,” one of the officials said with a relieved sigh and started telling him what they knew. That the fight had broken out, the vampires were saying the elemental started it, the elemental was saying that Darlin had started it, and Darlin wasn’t saying shit.
He never took his eyes off of Darlin.
They had a welt blooming on the side of their face that would probably become a bruise, the old scar in their lip had split open, and the sleeve of their jacket was shredded, blood dripping off their fingertips onto the floor.
"That dog tried to bite me!” the fire elemental shouted.
One of the vampires hissed at them. The room got warmer.
“Knock it off!” one of the officials snapped. “Or you’ll be sitting outside in the rain!” With a roll of their eyes they stepped closer to Darlin, but looked to David. “Tell this one to give us a statement so we can figure out what happened here?” They prodded, reaching out toward Darlin.
David growled low before he could stop himself. “Don’t,” he snarled. The official froze, staring at him. David shook his head. “Don’t touch them…”
The official blinked, blanching and dropping their hand. David couldn’t be sure if they thought it was a warning, as though Darlin might be the one to snap, or if they had any idea how close David had been. Either way, they stepped to the side, away from Darlin, and if possible, Darlin’s head dropped lower.
He stared at Darlin. “How’d it start?”
Their nose wrinkled, never want to be a narc… But they cut a glance toward the fire and then away. “I was at the bar when they threatened to burn the vamps. The bar fight started when they lit the drinks on fire.”
One of the vampires practically crowed at the department officials. “We told you!”
David didn’t care. He was still looking at Darlin. “Why did you stay?”
Darlin winced and shrugged. “Someone might get hurt.”
“Yeah! Me!” the fire shouted, pointing at one of the vampires. “That shit bit me!”
“And you tasted so fucking good!” the vampire shot back, the argument kicking up again.
David finally tore his eyes off of Darlin to look at the nearest official. “If you need anything else, call me.”
“We need to finish getting a statement…”
“They’re bleeding. I’m taking them home. You know where to find me.”
Darlin pushed off the bar, head still down. David led the way to the door, no one able to tell them to stop and the vampires and elemental back to shouting at each other. He got the door and held it, getting another look at Darlin has they stepped past him. They were walking okay on their own. That was good.
They took a breath and let it out on the sidewalk, standing under the awning and looking at the rain.
“Did you drive here?” David asked.
Darlin shook their head. “I walked.”
He nodded and waved an arm toward his truck. “Get in.” It wasn’t a question.
“I might get blood on your—” they started to hedge.
“Get in the damn truck.”
Darlin huffed but they marched out into the rain, toward the passenger door.
When they were inside, alone, the rain beating at the windshield, Darlin managed to sink into the seat like they could disappear.
David started the engine and turned on the heat. “How bad are you?”
“What?” Darlin exhaled, something nervous and broken in that question.
How bad are you, he’d asked. “Darlin,” he said, forcing his voice to be softer, like the smell of their blood filling his truck wasn’t making his teeth ache to defend. “How hurt are you? How bad is it?”
“Oh.” They blinked down at themself and then shrugged. “I’m fine. You can just drop me at my place.”
He huffed a hard laugh. Like that was happening. “We’re going back to my place where I can get a real look at you.”
Darlin tensed.
David cut a glance at them as he drove. “Or we can do to a clinic. Do you want—”
They shook their head, more animated now than they a had been all night. “No. I’m good.”
He bit the inside of his cheek. Fuck. They hated clinics. “How about Mary?”
They whined. “Come on… Please. I’m fine.”
“You’re bleeding.”
They wrinkled their nose and sulked.
It was a relief to see them acting like themself. “Have you eaten?”
“No.”
David nodded. “Okay.”
“You’ve got to have something better to do tonight than fuss over some bruised knuckles.”
David laughed darkly. “You’re really going to try to minimize this, troublemaker?”
“I can patch myself up.”
“I’m not sure I trust you to…”
“I’ve done it plenty!”
They were raising their voice now, in a full sulk. Good. He knew how to handle this. This was much better than scared. “You have and I still remember that time you got an infection.”
“I did not…”
“You fainted.”
“No.”
He growled. “Yes, you fucking did. You had a fever and we had to take you to a clinic.”
They growled back, quietly, and went to cross their arms only to flinch and drop one back into their lap. They pinched their face and turned their head away to glare out the window.
“Yeah…” David grumbled. “How did that happen?”
“Vampire.”
He turned a corner, windshield wipers thudding back and forth. “I thought the elemental started the fight?”
“They did! But then they almost go their throat ripped out.”
David parked and got out of the truck. They took the elevator up. The rain tracks Darlin was leaving on the floor was tinted with swirls of red. They both noticed and they both frowned, but David knew it was for very different reasons. He opened his apartment door and flicked on the lights. “Bathroom,” he said, tossing his keys into a bowl and locking the door.
Darlin nearly stomped down the hall to the bathroom.
He ditched his jacket and grabbed more towels from the closet on his way. When he got there, they were trying to unlace their boot with one hand.
David put the stack of towels down on the counter and then knelt, waving their hand away and deftly working their wet laces open.
Darlin sighed. “You don’t have to do that. I can take care of myself.”
David rolled his eyes.
“The fight wasn’t my fault!” they burst, emotion cracking their voice.
He looked up at them, just as surprised as they were.
“I was just there. I didn’t… I didn’t do anything! I couldn’t exactly leave once it started. They could have killed each other…or someone else!” The words tumbled out of them in a breathless rush.
David reached up and gently pressed his palm to the center of their chest, their back touching the wall. He nodded, holding their gaze. “I know. I know, Darlin. You didn’t do anything bad. You’re not in trouble.”
“It’s like things always go bad when I’m there, though, right? Like, of course there was a bar fight. Of course, they called you to come get me!”
He kept his hand on them, knees still on the floor and eyes on theirs. “You have a sense for bad things, Darlin, that’s all it is. You don’t run away. You know something is off and you wait to see if it really happens and when it does, you stay to help. That’s all that happens.” He waited, feeling their breath and their pulse under his hand, and watching their spirit settle in their gaze.
Finally, they exhaled and swallowed, nodding tightly. One of their hands came up to touch the back of his against their chest, squeezing it for a second before letting go.
David sighed and finished unlacing their boots. “And you’re not the only one I get calls about. Asher’s been in a dozen altercations both with empowered and unempowered groups getting into trouble that he couldn’t just ignore and Milo practically midnights as a vigilante with Stealth.” He stood and gently peeled their ruined jacket off of them.
Their upper arm had two long cuts. After cleaning it up, he decided it wasn’t deep enough to need a healer or stitches. He wrapped it and then gently moved his thumbs down their arm, making sure nothing was broken and watching them for a flinch. They stared back at him almost smugly. He brushed his thumb across their knuckles and their expression jumped, lip curling.
He checked their other arm, those knuckles even worse, but nothing broken. “Shirt.”
Darlin stared back at him. “What about it?” they asked, biting back a smirk.
David met their gaze, realizing how close their face was to his. “Take it off.”
Darlin’s heart beat a little faster and that little smile almost broke free. “Weird way to flirt with me…”
“Getting you to strip down so that I can make sure you’re not broken or cut up seems about the only way to flirt with you…”
Darlin’s smirk faltered, heart pounding.
David waited.
Darlin swallowed and looked away, peeling their shirt off.
“Does anything hurt?” he asked, looking them over. They had red splotches on one side that he was sure would turn into bruises like the side of their face. He passed his hands gently over the area, feeling their ribs.
“No. The arm was really the worst of it,” they said, almost a mumble now that he’d made that flirting comment.
David nodded, finally able to feel relieved. “Okay. I’ll grab you some clean clothes, ditch that mess and clean up.” He turned and started down the hall to his room.
The shower turned on in the bathroom seconds later, the door still open.
Shifters had never been overly shy with each other. It was pack and they’d all seen everything. Still, the idea of Darlin naked in his place when it was just the two of them was definitely distracting. He tried not to think about it. He stripped down, tossing his wet clothes into the hamper and pulling on soft sweats and a clean t-shirt, pulling them out a few pieces of his clothes too.
The bathroom was slowly steaming up when he came back to it, Darlin’s clothes in a pile wedged tight into the corner. He put down the new items and picked up their old, adding them to the hamper and making his way to the kitchen. He had left over lasagna and set about heating it up.
Darlin was fast. He knew they would be, but he still wasn’t entirely prepared to see them in his clothes. He liked that a little too much.
Darlin held a hand towel to their lip. The split must have started bleeding again when they scrubbed the dried blood off their face. He waved them closer, gently taking the towel from their hand to get a look at the cut. It was a scar that reopened. It happened often enough that the pack had stopped freaking out when it did. Looking closely, he could see the faint scars around it from other cuts. This was just the deepest. David touched their jaw, brushing his thumb under that lip. They went still, staring back at him, holding their breath. He pulled at his core and tried to focus that magic into the cut. It was small but painful. Healing didn’t come naturally to him but he’d been practicing.
Darlin twitched when the wound closed. Their hand came up, dabbing at it and coming away clean. “Shit… When did you learn that?”
He shrugged, tossing the towel away and going back to preparing their food. His stomach felt suddenly very empty.
“Thanks,” Darlin said quietly, looking around the apartment. “Thanks for everything…I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You should eat first,” he said. “And that storm is getting worse. Unless you need to be someplace, you can hang out here.”
Darlin was quiet long enough that David looked back to see them watching him. “I don’t want to bother you.”
David huffed. “Since when? And you staying over has never been a problem.” He went to the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen greens, holding them out to Darlin. “Here, put this on your face while I get dinner together. You can pick out something to watch.”
Darlin took the bag, fingers brushing his, that curious smile slowly pulling at their mouth again. “You might regret letting me pick the movie…”
David smiled back. “I don’t doubt that,” he grumped and then added, as if to himself, “But as long as you’re staying, I’ll put up with it.”
#redactedverse#darlin/david#david/darlin#redacted asmr#fanfic#<3#dominimoonbeam#hurt/comfort#tw: blood
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chuuya and “i dont need help and i dont need you either” bc i want to see u suffer <3333 /jjj
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you sat silently in his apartment, a fingernail clinking rapidly against the side of a sweating highball glass filled with melting ice and dark liquor. you had broken in after not hearing from him for a week, not being able to get ahold of anybody close to him in yokohama at all. you couldn’t find him, and it was eating you alive.
you knew it wasn’t wise to break into someone’s home, especially not chuuya’s, especially after he had already thrown you out and kicked you away like an unwanted puppy many times throughout your long history with him.
ever since you tried to get closer to him when you were both young and lost and part of the sheep, he had this hatred for you. something angry and jealous of your smiling face and your ability to care for him. he always shoved you away in favor of going through life on his own. he had stopped speaking to you altogether when you followed him to the port mafia, but eventually gave up on avoiding your kindness and allowed you small crumbs of hope.
leaving you in the dark about his position was customary. leaving you in the dark for a week without any news was a red flag.
you grunted as you knocked back the rest of the liquor in your glass and made a face at the taste. he always had a palate different than yours.
you shifted in your seat to get onto your feet, but instead lurched forward when you heard the front door click open. on instinct, you felt for the gun at your hip and aimed, breath hitching.
instead of some sort of danger or infiltration, it was just chuuya, battered and bruised, his own gun raised towards you, as if he had expected someone to break in.
you lowered your pistol first. “where have you been?”
“how did you get in here?!”
“bedroom window, far right side. you should get better locks.”
“you should stop breaking into people’s apartments!”
“i was worried about you!” he had a point, frankly. you shouldn’t be breaking into people’s apartments to conduct wellness checks. but as part of the port mafia, not only was that your job, it was chuuya’s too.
chuuya clicked his teeth and kicked the door shut, walking over to the island to drop his own gun down onto the granite and take his hat off.
“you’re bleeding, idiot.” you reached out a hand towards his face, only to have it be slapped away by chuuya’s gloves one.
“thank you, captain obvious. i’m fine. leave before i call the police on you for breaking and entering.”
“we both know you can’t do that, firstly,” you sighed watching the way his hands shook as he moved a bar stool closer to him, “and secondly, you had to have expected that i would come looking for you.”
“i did, and i’m mad i was right.” he snapped right back at you, glaring, taking one step and then collapsing heavily into the bar stool like his body was made of lead. you flinched.
“where were you?”
“on a mission. out. busy.” he snarled, reaching across the island for your glass of melting ice and pressing it to his cheek. “will you leave now?”
“no.” you gritted your teeth, doubling down in that stubborn way that made chuuya’s heart squeeze. “you look about ready to pass out. i can’t leave you like this.”
“why are you always so annoying? this is ridiculous! you broke into my apartment, you’re always up my ass trying to coddle me and be something to me that you’re not.” he put the glass down so heavily on the island you thought it was going to shatter. “you’re always doing this — getting yourself so worked up over me and getting in my way. when will you take a hint and back off? i don’t need help, and i don’t need you.”
you take in a soft breath as he says the words to you, knowing that your hurt is written all over your face. he makes a choked sound before gritting his teeth and turning away. “just get out, will you? this is so annoying.”
you bite your lip to stop it from wobbling as you get to your feet and exit out into the hallway via the door this time, shutting it softly behind you. maybe you had always known that chuuya would continue to push you away when all you wanted, at the very least, was to be his friend.
chuuya just couldn’t accept a companionship. he looked at the glass on the table and picked it up, lining his lips with the smudges on the glass to drink the watered down mixture at the bottom, longing for a leftover taste of you he would never find.
#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya x reader#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#chuuya.txt#angst.txt#els.txt#software update 1.0.0#event.txt#woodrow.txt
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Rest of messages in thread not included for reasons of mortifying inadequacy on my part! Anon you sent this in on August 22. I just want to type that out loud so that I can nail my shame to my front door like Martin Luther with his 95 Theses, except every thesis is "Nat can't fucking answer a single thing in an even vaguely timely manner". I would say I'm sorry for what I have become, but the truth is that I was ever thus. I'm sorry for what I have always been.
I'm sorry as well that it is so hard to find me across platforms because I have a thousand different usernames! Some of it used to be intentional, but intent or none, it functions as a real pain in the ass and I apologize. I've been trying to address this issue via the sidebar link on this blog and the cross-platform links in the author's notes on AO3, but we could have avoided all this if I had just stuck to a single identifying name. Still, DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS TO THE CONTRARY, I'm so glad that you found me! Not least because it has led to you sending this absolute conflict-free lab-grown diamond necklace of messages! Thank you so so so much 😭💕 It's hard for me to explain this in a sensible manner, but my slowness in answering genuinely is in large part because the message means so much to me. I want to save the act of answering for a moment when I can feel articulate enough to do some justice to the kindness you have shown me, but then it's 10PM every night when I finish writing work emails and I am incapable of stringing two words together. Tomorrow, I think, I will try again! And then it's another 10PM and another 10PM and more than two months goes by before I have to accept that I will never feel articulate enough to respond the way that you deserve. That would be true at any other time of day, besides!
But thank you. I hope that you can stick around for the frustratingly glacial pace at which I do anything at all; what I lack in output, I make up for in stubbornness. One day, 88 will be a complete fic, even if I have to break my own bones to do it. (Please don't ask me the perfectly legitimate question of why broken bones would facilitate fic writing. It is a statement about the strength of my resolution, but it is an incomprehensible statement.)
This is such an interesting question! HOW DID I? I'm combing through my (admittedly blurry) autobiographical memories, but I can't seem to find a particular originary point for reading. Saying "I've always been a reader" is so boring, and it implies a certain kind of relationship with literature that I don't think I actually have-- I didn't particularly gravitate towards reading at the expense of other activities, and I read such a hodgepodge mixture of stuff that I can't fathom what it was about the act of reading that I actually enjoyed. And now, well, I read almost exclusively for work, to the degree that the thought of reading for pleasure makes me recoil.
The writing, I do have an originary point for. I was in elementary school, and my class had recently held a small creative writing competition; we were at an age where it was embarrassing to try very hard to achieve anything, so I blew it off, because I had to perform coolness due to it not coming naturally to me. Our homeroom teacher announced the winner, and asked that they read out loud their winning entry for the rest of the class. They did, and I remember thinking very clearly: This is fine, but I could do it better if I tried.
This is a story that is immensely unflattering to me-- or rather, it's a devastatingly accurate portrayal of me. It contains all the seeds of my worst qualities as a writer and a human being: competitiveness in something I consider myself to be proficient at, the need for external validation, baseless arrogance. But when I found myself being so hideously jealous of that kid, it wasn't primarily jealousy over the fact that they had won something; I was jealous that they had this stage time to show people what the world looked like to them. I felt robbed of the chance to connect with people in that way. Of course, no one robbed me of anything -- I chose to pretend that I was too cool for school -- and there was absolutely no reason to think that I would have won the competition and gotten that stage time for myself, even if I had tried as hard as I could. But still, it got me writing. Not because I had anything to say, but because whatever banal cut-rate shit I would end up saying, I just wanted someone else to hear it and tell me that I made sense to them. That's still why I do it, I think.
Seeing as how my twitter is just my tumblr with 100% less overwrought rambling, I can't decide whether you had a worse experience or a better one than binging this blog instead! On the one hand, I can't recommend the overwrought rambling; on the other hand, what's left after the overwrought rambling is excised is still just a lot of mid art determined to insist that dick jokes comprise an entire genre of creative output. IT'S DISMAL EITHER WAY! But it's too late for you! (Thank you.)
Anon!!!!! The very FACT THAT YOU SENT ME A ONE PIECE MESSAGE!!! My past in One Piece fandom is a really deep cut in that it very rarely comes up on this blog, so I'm super pleased that you thought of me!!!!!!!!!! 💖
Tragically, I have still not watched it. I KNOW, PLEASE DON'T THROW ME OUT OF THIS PORTHOLE. I agree wholeheartedly with you-- I'm thrilled that it got new fans into OP, and that it was made with so much visible love! I wouldn't say that I'm someone who is ever looking for live action versions of stuff -- if push came to shove, I'd probably admit that I don't necessarily see the inherent appeal of live action adaptations -- but it makes me truly happy to hear all the enthusiasm and praise for this one!!! Me not watching it yet mostly has to do with the aforementioned "it's 10PM when I finish writing work emails" problem.
As someone who is unfortunately very well-acquainted with what I am into (or so I must presume, by the sheer miracle of you sending me an OP message), it probably comes as no surprise to you that the single most affecting piece of promotional media that I encountered was a teaser clip from the Baratie arc. Anon when I tell you THE BREATH CAUGHT IN MY THROAT. THE BARATIE SHOT LIKE A RESTAURANT SHOW!!!! THE BARATIE!!!!!!!! WHERE MY SON WAS RAISED! HIS FISH-HEADED NURSERY! MY SON! THE DARLING OF THE BARATIE! A KITCHEN PACKED TO THE GILLS WITH SHORT TEMPERS! THE THORN IN THEIR SIDE! THE APPLE OF THEIR EYE! CRADLED TO SLEEP BY THE WATERS THAT TOOK HIM IN! GENTLED TO WARMTH BY A COMMERCIAL GAS RANGE! THE BRINE-SWEET CHILDHOOD HOME OF MY SON!!!!!
One Piece was so early for me that I can't even distinguish what came first, my Sanji bias or my commercial kitchen obsession. What remains crystal clear is that I am predictable in my perversions. I will watch it, anon. Someday hopefully soon.
#askbox#can it be?#could it possibly be?#that i have made a post#that is at least partially about#one piece#miscellany
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I'm Where You Left Me
Rowaelin Month 2021, Day 29
A/N: I really hope that anon who's been sending me anons for the past literal year is somewhat happier in their life now that they have this. I cannot stress this enough, this is for you, whoever you are.
This is the fourth part to the hockey au, part one, part two, part three are here for you if you can't remember what this was about (my fault, oopsie)
A huge ass thank you goes to @starksravings for beta reading for me and making me hyped for this and to @thewayshedreamed for helping magnify the angst-level in this baby, love you both to the moon and back
Word count: 2,574
“Rowan?”
He assumed he was ready. He'd thought he could do it, hear her say his name. See those lips, which he knew every square millimeter of, move without feeling the overwhelming urge to brush against them, touch them, kiss them.
He thought he would find her and say what he had to the second he saw her. Scream about how much she had hurt him, how she had destroyed, killed him. But he couldn't speak. It was as if his body was rebelling against itself, fighting against every instinct that screamed at him to step forward, take her in his arms and run.
He felt like he was dying all over again.
Because Aelin stood before him after years, and he still remembered the exact shade of her eyes. The way her hair fell over her shoulders. The sharp line of her jaw, the kisses he left under her ear, where kisses never failed to make her smile.
Aelin looked exactly the same as the day she had ripped his heart out.
“How did you… how do you know where we live?"
The second the words left her mouth, she flinched, as if she realized she had just done something irreparable.
We.
She diverted her gaze, looking over her shoulder inside the house she now shared with her soon-to-be husband. Rowan felt his chest cave in at the thought while she stepped forward and closed the door behind her. Aelin was to be married to someone else.
He wondered if Chaol Westfall was there, only a few meters away. Rowan had seen the rookie play a couple of times in the past year. He’d played against his team just a few weeks into the championship.
He’d gone head-to-head with the man, and Westfall had to have known what Aelin had meant to him when they had almost hit it out on the ice.
Now, Rowan couldn’t get a word out. Not a single sound.
He kept staring at her like he had never seen something so beautiful in his entire life.
“Rowan, I-” she whispered. Her chin trembled and he recognized that look. He saw the words in her eyes. I’m sorry. She stepped back, her shoulders hitting the wood, and she looked down as if she couldn’t bear the sight of the broken man in front of her. Then, with a voice he’d never heard her use, she said, “I have to go back inside now, we’re,” she trailed off, her brows furrowing, “I have something to do. It was nice seeing you though.”
And just like that, the rope that was turning taut around him snapped, unleashing years of pent-up rage and misery.
“The fuck you are.” Rowan burst, his eyes reddening. His face scrunched up, and he let out a rasped laugh, “You’re not going back inside to him. You’re staying here.”
His ribs constricted as a tear slid down her cheek. She turned her head right and swept her face on her sweater.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said, the words just a mere murmur. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I shouldn’t have done what I did. I should-”
He couldn’t bear to listen to another single word coming from her. He had gone there, finding their location thanks to Westfall’s lax social media, willing to let her explain. But the way she was talking, from even just those few sentences… She thought he was here to talk about the two of them. But he didn’t want that. No, he needed to know what Chaol had that Rowan couldn’t give her.
“You shouldn’t?” he whispered in disbelief, “Aelin, you’re living our life with him!”
It only lasted a moment until the pain on her face morphed into something else.
She went down a couple of steps, closing the space between them. Pointing a finger at him.
“You have no right coming here and starting screaming at me like this. You have no idea what it did to me! Leaving you.” Her tears fell shamelessly, Aelin didn’t try to hide them. “It broke me.”
He felt breathless.
“And I know I did that to myself. I know what I did to you.”
She was sobbing now, her face red as she kept descending the final steps separating them.
“You think I don’t know what happened to you all this time? You think I didn’t call Elide every single day for a whole year, asking where you were, what you were doing, hoping, praying that I didn’t break the last of your goodness?” Her voice broke as her eyes closed, tears dripping down her chin like rain.
“She stopped telling me anything exactly a year after I left. After that, Aedion moved in with me for a month because everyone was scared I was going to do something reckless.”
Rowan slowly closed his eyes, keeping them like that for a long, infinite moment. He remembered that period. Everyone had told him Aedion had to leave the city for work, but he had suspected the move had a deeper meaning.
And this… this wasn’t how Rowan had imagined their first meeting would go after so many years. This was the furthest thing he could have hoped for, but reality had always had the upper hand with them.
He was about to reply, but words failed him again when he heard her whisper the one thing he had forbidden himself from dreaming about.
“I wanted to come back.”
His eyes snapped to her, and her shoulders sagged as she let out a breath, as if she had waited centuries to admit it.
Aelin pulled her lips together and shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest, like she was in pain. No, like she was pain, and was trying to hold herself together, not letting him see what the distance had caused her.
“I’m sorry, Rowan, I’m so sorry.” She whimpered. “The moment I realised I’d made the greatest mistake of my life I wanted to come to you. I tried.”
He felt like he was going to throw up. She looked him straight in the eyes, and what she said next almost brought him to his knees.
“I tried to get to you that night. And I did.”
He started shaking his head, bringing a hand to his hair. “Stop.”
“You were in Washington, at the Capital One Arena. I told Aedion I was going for a walk, and I went to the station, caught the first train to the arena and got there right after the end of the game.” She smiled sadly, remembering that day, “You won your second Stanley cup. Those last shots had your team win. I saw you come out of the lockers. I saw you take pictures with your fans, I saw you happy and fulfilled and living the life you had always dreamed of, and I couldn’t take that from you.”
Aelin grimaced like she was tasting something sour, “I had made my decision years prior and I couldn’t risk hurting you again the way I’d already done.” She paused for a moment, clenching her fists. “So I left and I came back here. Two weeks later I met Chaol.”
The sound of his name on her lips made his nose flare.
“And I’m not living our life with him.” She murmured.
Rowan looked at her, nodding once, saying with the same placid tone, “You may not realise it yet, but you are.”
Sure, Westfall was a rookie and he did not have the college background Rowan had had when they had gotten engaged, but it was only a matter of time before fame caught up with him.
She snorted, shaking her head. “He could never live up to you. Not even if he tried.”
He felt a pang of love at that, his chest warming somehow. But concern started growing alongside it.
Did she intend to marry a man she did not love?
He went to move closer to her, but stopped, not trusting himself in such proximity.
“Do you love him?”
Aelin kept silent at that, staring at him, and Rowan suddenly felt worn out. .
She visibly swallowed and then bent her head back, looking up at the darkening sky and Rowan knew whatever she was about to ask would hurt them both.
“Whose heart are you breaking by standing in front of me?”
Rowan frowned, his voice hoarser than intended. “I’m not following you.”
“You came here tonight, and you came at me for living our life with someone else. I wanna know who’s standing where I stood. I wanna know whose heart you broke by getting on a plane with this late as fuck grand gesture.”
He couldn't believe his ears and his lips parted slightly, his eyes turning glassy at the torment in her posture, in her features. He'd seen that exact same reaction in the mirror the times he thought of her with someone else. He'd cried himself to sleep picturing another man holding her at night.
He could feel his anger bubble up, wanting out. He wished he could yell at her, remind Aelin that this was on her. That she was the one who cut him off. But when he spoke, nothing but a tender whisper came out.
“No one, Aelin. No one since you.”
She closed her eyes again, releasing a shuddering breath as her lips curled in a silent cry.
“We’ve been apart for years. I don’t believe it for a second.”
At this point, it was starting to get hard to push words out for both of them, exhaustion wearing them down.
“I tried.” He said.
Her face crumpled and she sobbed, stepping back as if he physically hit her.
Rowan started crying, “I tried to forget you. I tried fucking other women. There was no tender feelings, no love for them. Nothing even scratched the surface of of what we had. And whenever we got to the actual thing…” he took a deep breath, remembering all those nights, trying to feel something. “When I was fucking them, I could only think of you. I stopped after I called one of them with your name. I felt sick right after. Never touched anyone else following that episode.
“Only the thought of doing something like that made me ill. It disgusted me.”
And since Aelin wasn’t speaking yet, trying to recover from what she’d just learned, he kept on going.
“I slept at Lorcan’s for weeks after you left, and your perfume still hit me when I went into our room. I had to move out.” He wasn’t going to unload the drinking stuff on her right now. He didn’t think he was able to unpack that yet. “I almost quit hockey right after I found a place to stay on my own, but I couldn't go through with it, because that was the only thing you’d left me with.” He cleared his throat, cracking his fingers, preparing for a fight that wouldn’t come. “But you were wrong. Hockey is nothing to me without you.”
Aelin looked at him, her chin quivering with restrain, “I’m sorry.”
The resignation in her voice felt like a punch to his stomach. Real. Lasting.
And then it hit him. Ten times stronger. Her fiancé was waiting for her in the house at her back.
She was someone else’s future wife.
She didn’t belong with him anymore.
He started inching back, putting his hands in front of him.
“I- what the fuck am I doing?” he whispered more to himself than to her. Rowan felt like air wasn’t reaching his lungs, “I shouldn’t have come all the way here. You’re getting married, and this is out of line. I’m sorry, I’ll never bother you ever again.”
He didn’t dare look at her one last time, he just turned and started walking down her pathway, picking up speed every step he took. He was just about to exit her courtyard when he felt a hand grip his wrist.
Rowan spun to her, feeling how cold her fingers were. How soft her skin still was.
Her eyes were watery, wide open, mirroring his.
“Don’t leave me here.” She rasped out.
His stomach went tight, “Aelin.”
“Please, let me come with you.”
He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She was asking for his permission to go with him. It came as a shock to Rowan, as a slap across the face. Aelin wanted him to get her back. That’s what she was asking of him.
It sounded too good to be true, but he saw it on her face. The utter fear she was feeling, just at the idea of him leaving again.
He had waited years for this moment, had came here with no expectations. Not even in his wildest dreams had he let himself hope for something so beautiful. And yet here they were.
It was as if he could hear her heart cracking at his hesitance. So he moved.
It was an instant and then he wrapped his arms around her. Her chest collapsed against his as she started crying, sobbing for his forgiveness. Her hands went around his torso and his hand behind her neck, holding her head closer to him.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She kept saying. Rowan was crying along with her, holding her tight, feeling like her body would crumble beneath his fingers.
“I’m right where you left me, Fireheart.” He whispered right into her hair, leaning down. “I never stopped waiting for you.”
The cry seemed to tear through her. Her fingers clutched his shirt tighter, “I need you, please don’t leave me.”
Rowan could only pull her closer as her words shredded his heart, “I’m here.”
And as they held onto each other for what seemed hours, he finally felt at home.
When she pushed back from him and looked up at his face, his cheeks were wet like hers and his lips were turned up, in a weak smile.
“I missed you.” She breathed out.
He laughed faintly, “God, I never thought I’d hold you again.”
She pushed up on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead to his, breathing in his smell, closing her eyes, “I’m sorry.”
Rowan wondered how many times she would need to say it before she would begin to make peace with what she had done to them almost four years before. It would take a long time, but by the same token he knew they would be together, and even if it took them another four years to heal from the wounds they had inflicted on themselves in the days apart, they would face it together.
He brushed their noses, his lips grazed hers and then he said something he’d waited eons to say again, “I love you. I quit hockey.”
“I know,” Aelin shuddered and kissed him.
Whatever had been broken inside of him started to adjust, every bit of his shattered soul was coming together once again, every piece falling in place.
They didn’t care that her fiancé might come out at any given moment, or that her neighbours could see her kiss a stranger just inside her yard. They couldn’t care less about anything else that wasn’t the other.
So without having a worry in the whole wide world, Rowan kissed Aelin deeper and brought them home at last.
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hi, could i please request, to your event, the prompt “oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?” + leviathan? take care!!
Too cold? [NSFW MDNI]
✎ Leviathan x Reader
✎ Everything was prefect just like he planned, nothing can go wrong right? Right? Well, it seems right on cue, something does go terribly wrong.. a single bed in the middle of his and your hotel room- sheets as thin as paper.. what ever shall they do..
✎ Tags: smut, gn! reader
✎ CW: dom! reader, sub! levi, masturbation with use of thigh, indications of overstimulation, orgasm denial, light degradation, use of titles like ‘master’, ‘puppy’ etc.
: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Sorry for the late request, anon dearie! Just had some other tasks to complete! But this was a nice way to end off the special, right? Right..? Totally nothing wrong with ending off an event with smut-
“Oh no, there’s only one bed, what will we ever do now~”
This line has been running laps in his mind since the day you and him both landed at the hotel for the annual anime and games convention in the human world. The single bed haunting his nightmares, the silky thin sheets flowing in the air conditioning sending nothing but shivers down his spine. How could he have not foreseen this? He had calculated everything to perfection, from the timestamps to the route to encircle every nook and cranny of the event hall.
Yet here he is, having a mental breakdown on the carpeted flooring. You couldn’t help but sink at his response, though a part of you really liked the flushed face he was displaying before you, sigh, if only you could peek into that little head of his, what is he thinking? Probably not something he’s not suppose to~~~
“Levi, it’s alright, I can sleep on the floor—”
“NO! I- mean-.. it’s fine, I’M fine.. w-we’ll just sleep *gulp* together..”
“Are you sure?”
“..y-yeah..”
It wasn’t a terrible idea when he initially thought of it, though it was embarrassing..
But you can’t be that bad..
Right?
If only Barbatos allowed future vessels to interact with former ones, ‘cause he would have absolutely obliterated his past self
The covers barely shield his exposed skin from the cold, your warmth emitting from his side wasn’t helping his situation either. It takes a hefty amount of restrain to not just tackle you to the mattress, limbs twisting along your frame and snuggling into the crooks of your neck. Yet he could never, you would never let the incident down, ever.
So, he sucked it up and held it in. Withdrawing his fingers, turning over and stooping in his own misery. Gasp quivering from his lips as he smuttered himself beneath the confines of his pillow, eyes shut, mind wondering. It was only when warm skin meets his, did he turn around to face you again. You meekly smirked, still in a drowsy daze, fingers lacing over the demon’s figure, slowly but surely making your way towards his chest.
“Y-Y/N!? What are.. erk.. you doing.. hah..”
“Shush, honey.. you were thinking of the same thing, weren’t you~” You couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling your index and thumb against his hardening buds. Levi whined, shuffling backwards, flinching when his ass was met with your calf. On cue, you stretched your thigh, sticking it right between his before deliberately pushing forward and retracting in motion.
“Hugh! Y-Y/N, p-please.. hah- arK..”
“Do you want me to stop? Tell me sweetie, is this too much?”
“Hah.. p-please, d-don’t stop, ahH-”
“Ah ah ah.. keep it down, lovely. Don’t want the whole hotel to know what a slutty little boy you are now~ Or maybe, you would enjoy that? Hmmm, right? Moaning my name in front of an audience, letting them hear how good Master fucks you, right?”
Levi gurgled, saliva spilling over his chin, staining his cushion. Head bopping up and down like a broken doll, indigo locks sprawled across the surface of his pillow, like a halo, yet not from an angel. The tightest of his sweats despite their looseness proved unbearable, gasps of air and sweat trickling down his skin, the chilly winds of the machine doing nothing but poking more at his nerves, brain turning mushy, vision blurry.
“Look at ‘chu, huffing and drooling like a puppy~ who’s a good boy?”
“M-ma.. it’s- it’s me.. hah ah-!”
“Yes yes~ you are~ my good little slut, mine and mine alone~” You pried into his calves, lifting the top upwards, pressing further into the cloth with more vigorous thrusts. Muffled high pitch whelps and moans sung like prayers, each note and tone growing louder and squeakier as your pace increased.
“Ahah- ah! Master- there, please please, yes yes, right there.. aHah ark!” Levi gripped the covers he once had cast above him, now toppled over, grazing the floor in white. Hips subconsciously swaying along your thigh, every now and then bumping against your sex, ‘causing a groan or two to slip through your teeth, bottom lip bitten between your jaw.
The inner workings of his body were on fire, just a click away from overdosing and spilling over when suddenly.. fiction seemingly paused, the heat between his legs leaving his burning figure to mellow over. Orange hues snap back, tears hazing and flogging up his view, yet the imagery of a lustful tainted smile gave him goosebumps.
“Now my body’s left out in the cold.. want to help~?”
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Anon for my safety <3
I have DID as well prof diagnosed, and reading your posts hit home. It hurts so badly when I see kids who were similarly abused and developed a literal last resort disorder just to survive, only to be called “cringe” and “attention seeker” when they genuinely seek help. God forbid a trauma victim find joy in life, you must suffer forever in order to be valid.
Me and my host are in a dedicated relationship with eachother, we love each other so openly and emotionally in a way you can’t feel with a “real” (/s )relationship. Our minds are forever intertwined, our existence built on abuse and terror no child should ever receive. And yet, in midst of all the chaos, the lost time, the confusion, we learn that loving each other is loving ourselves, and I would have it no other way.
the love for her is healing for me, it is a reminder that we live and we love, that we are not broken and insane as the media portrays us. There is something so domestic about it, and perhaps we are even saving money on the grocery bill. The situation is not ideal, the circumstances are not great, but being alive, even as nothing more than an “alter” as all and everything I could have ever asked for.
I hope that ever person who similarly suffers as we did seeks help and receives gentle and tender care. As much as I would like to pretend, we are still ill and must still fight the demons of trauma that were imposed on us. This disorder is not an easy one, but it is not a curse either. Let your alters know you love them, appreciate them for the memories they hold, similar to yourself. When you care for them, you care for you.
i am not as eloquent about the subject of in-system dating in public spaces such as tumblr because i. have been notably hurt over it before. so i am awkward. however i wanted to thank you a lot for sending this message because i don't think i've ever actually felt like someone Understands the seriousness of my relationship and the... specific kind of love that emerges from dating an alter, someone who is both you and not you and who intimately knows you in your actual darkest moments and who only exists because of those memories. someone you change from being forced to spend your life with and instead choose to spend your life with. someone who embodies healing from the worst of trauma. the sort of love that is both loving another and learning to love yourself. Overcoming. Living. etc. so thank you for helping me/us feel Seen today tbh. all my posts this morning were spawned from a nightmare i had last night and it was really ruining my mood today but this cheered me up a little bit.
like you said DID is not easy and the situation is definitely not ideal but it is not a curse, it's proof that we survived. learning to love and care for your alters is learning to love yourself and all the fragmented parts of you. anyone who is suffering with this hell deserves the care and assistance to be able to get to a point where there is joy and it's not nothing but constant suffering. not people on the internet further shoving them away from recovery and telling them they're wrong for wanting to experience joy and not hate themselves for eternity. it is so pessimistic to believe that people with DID will never be happy. it is hard to be happy but it is possible! we make the best of it even when it fucking sucks!! that's survival babey!!!
idk how clearly i worded this sorry if anything came off a little weird i am super switchy and disoriented today actually </3 but hopefully what i was trying to say came thru anyways
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Just a lil check in to say hi and see how you’re doing. So how are you doing? I hope you’re doing well! Are you itching to write anything in particular lately?
-ex lurker
I'm doing alright, I'm learning how to manage myself and emotions better.
I have been more leaning towards sfw works recently, I still like smut as the next guy, but there are so many other ideas I want to explore first.
Angst, fluff, drama, character studies especially. I want to show more attention to Laezel, Minthara and Karlach. I feel like I've been focusing on Gale, Shadowheart and Astarion too much recently.
Oh but also dragons, and alternative universes! I've been storming a couple prince Wyll ideas but haven't came up with anything yet.
Thank you for checking in anon, I saw your message too and it made me feel better. How are you doing? I hope you're doing well and all, i hope you're staying safe and healthy.
Real Life events and vent below.
I've been preparing for my niece's birthday, i got he the most beautiful cinderella dress I could afford. Which isn't much but It's something that I hope she likes. Also I never realised how hard it is to get your hands on bts merch until 5 of my nieces suddenly became hard-core fans of them.
My dude it is a major struggle, each time I want to order something then look away for a second, it's suddenly sold out.
But it's eating me up, how my niece gets a safe and happy birthday while newborn children are being taken off life support and forced out of hospitals in Gaza. That video of the kids playiny and sliding on the gaint hole in the street previously made a rocket. I don't think I have the right to call myself human anymore, it's beyond horrific what's been happening to them.
Funny thing is, I have always known about the Palestine conflict, we literally read about it in our history books in schools. I remember being in middle school and going home to ask my parents about it, i remember the teachers tearing up when bringing it up. I remember the clear discussions of the horrors happening right now there.
And all of that was softened up and watered down as much as possible for a kid to comprehend. Much like I had to learn about the major world wars, the Palestine history and the many many treaties that were broken by their colonisers took a whole chapter or more out of the school book.
I can't even begin to describe how important and how aware the middle east is of Palestine even before the current genocide intensified. It's straight up embarrassing and shameful how little the current middle east cares or sends aids for Palestine. After all that history, after all those talks and promises.
The rich ones are pandering to the west for a speck of dust of acceptance, ereasing their own culture just to become nothing more than a vacation spot for foreigners.
If you're wondering why the Palestine people have no-where safe to go to, is because all their arab neighbouring countries closed off their borders to them. So they can deep throat the coloniser's dick more I assume.
As much as my own country is corrupted and fucked up, the one right thing we did is that we never recognised Palestine's colonisers as an actual country and never will.
I learned english as a kid on my own to be able to read uncensored books, Agatha Christie ones. The arabic translations clearly had a lot of plot holes and cut content and it frustrated kid me endlessly.
But I didnt realise it would come at the cost of my own culture. I feel like It made me no better than the arabs who suck up to westerns and put english on a pedestal. The same goes for the rest of my generations, we are all young adults and we couldn't have been more disconnected from our roots.
That's why the westernisation of the middle east was barely met with any resistance from us, the young adults who were supposed to be the front line of defence against corrupt governments. The second I saw them fully celebrating Christmas and using fake snow to pander to the west is the second I realised just how doomed we are. They don't even actually celebrate anything, they're playing dress up with someone else's religion and history.
We have our own celebrations, even our own calander with our own new year yet it's forgotten just for us to act out what we saw in Hollywood and Disney movies.
Our own princess, fairytales and folklore. Yet I still bought that Cindrella dress for my niece.
To add insult to injury, the closet thing to a traditional arab princess dress in that store was akin to a caricature of a bellydancer dress.
I'm not better than them. Indirectly or not, all of our combined actions had a hand in dooming Palestine, in dooming our brothers and sisters.
And Christmas will come, and the same arab countries who didn't allow women the legal right to drive a car until 2017-2018, would celebrate it alongside the world. Pretending it's one of them, pretending it's not like its "terrorist" sister countries so please please pick me up foreigners!!
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Hello, i am coming to you with simply just updates that are just about the idiot..i mean my brother. I have two messages that i just have to send you. He had a doctor check up on Monday and then afterwards PT and yesterday he had his therapy session. And i have been dying to let you all know how it went! Starting off: we got to his check up and he got into the office and decided to try and hide his cast in his hoodie. Mind you it was his doctor’s coworker that gave him the cast so it’s in his file. Anyway his doctor walks in and goes ‘(his name), no need to hide it. We had a meeting this morning and we spent at least 30 minutes talking about you.’ And my brother is looking at him completely speechless and the doctor goes ‘and only 10 of those minutes were dedicated to the actual reason for this check up.’ You guys, my brother was flabbergasted. He was dead silent for like 5 minutes and then while checking his scars or whatever the doctor out of nowhere goes ‘….queer eye? Really?’ And THE NURSE LAUGHED BUT COVERED IT UP AS A COUGH. And my brother looked at them and goes ‘i thought we were friends and yes, I may have some regrets’
2nd story: after that he had PT and he BEGGED me to stay with him because he was scared of his doctor finding out about the broken wrist. He obviously decided to once again try and hide it. And his PT doctor walks up to him (remember Brian?) and before my brother even goes into that room he stops and goes ‘first things first Bri, who have you been talking to lately?’ The answer was no one but my brother was still suspicious. And the first thing he did was, he gave him an exercise where he would throw a ball to him and he had to catch it with both of his hands and my brother just stood there and goes ‘why don’t we do some leg work today’ and the guy goes *long silence* ‘cause….you didnt have leg surgery?’ And my brother goes ‘its just, i might not be able to do *waves his left arm to the ball* that’ and the doctor goes ‘okay whats up? Youre acting weirder than usual’ and this dumbass goes ‘don’t freak out but *pulls his cast out of the pocket of his hoodie* surprise’ and Brian the doctor goes ‘excuse my language and unprofessionalism but what the fuck did you do now?’ And then he told him the whole story and the guys only reaction was putting his head in his hands and going ‘what am i gonna do with you?’
3rd story from yesterday is short for obvious reasons but it made my mom laugh: my brother asked me if i could help him set up for his therapy session (aka he needed me to bring him water/pills/etc and open up his pills for him, which btw earlier that day he struggled for 5 minutes trying to open it and then went to my neighbor for help and she wasn’t home either so he went down to two other houses to know on the door to help him open his pill bottle) and I’m helping him out and in that time his therapist shows up on zoom. And my brother explains he needs some help so if he can just give us a second so i can leave. And then while I was helping him he goes ‘(his therapists name) guess what? Wait no, don’t guess, let me just show you’ *shows him his cast* ‘ta-daaaa’ and his therapist went ‘(his name), what the fuck?’
So all three doctors had similar reactions and they all made me laugh. I feel like they’re all fed up with him, counting down the days to any type of a break they can get from him.
Thank you for this update dear sweet anon. I cannot get over his doctors’ reactions to his broken wrist. They are so over him and his antics.
We had a meeting this morning and we spent at least 30 minutes talking about you.’ And my brother is looking at him completely speechless and the doctor goes ‘and only 10 of those minutes were dedicated to the actual reason for this check up.
Okay but have none of the doctors checked out QAF? If I had a client this obsessed, I may be curious enough to check it out!
The nurse cough-laughing is hilarious!
#ask winderlylandchime#dear sweet anon#queer as folk#a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023
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It's funny to me that you say oh my father touched me but yet you fucking talk about older guys like a slut? You really think people believe that shit story? Your bringing down a innocent man that did nothing wrong something I've proven before if you hated it like you fucking claim you would've done something but to hear you tell you didn't do anything? :) sis no one believes you stop fucking trying it's people like you that send innocent people to jail your trash :) oh I'm sorry that's fucking offensive to trash if I was a man I wouldn't want you your nothing but a sorry excuse for a person and the fact you sit there and say oh I'm so nice sis who are you nice to? :) oh what was that? No one? Fucking bingo bitch I wish I could spit in your fucking face for talking like you do about someone who doesn't deserve it instead of drooling over ugly ass older men why don't you get help :)
✨🌸I’m gonna assume this is the same anon?✨🌸
✨🌸First off you're information Is incorrect✨🌸
✨🌸He was my STEPDAD✨🌸
✨🌸and like I've repeatedly told you I did try✨🌸
✨🌸But I'm sorry if I didn't want to be hit anymore because you know after a while it hurts✨🌸
✨🌸i’m sorry if you don't believe me or if anyone else does I'm not talking about it to get pity✨🌸
✨🌸I can't change the past.. No one can unfortunately no matter how much we may want to✨🌸
✨🌸I post about my personal feelings simply because this is the only means for me to stay afloat✨🌸
✨🌸I’m (like many others) are not lucky enough to have even just ONE person in their life that will listen with care✨🌸
✨🌸I’ve cried so many nights🌸✨
✨🌸All because..my heart hurts✨🌸
✨🌸Do you know what its like hearing someone who is supposed to be you're father say “You look so tight I bet you feel really nice”🌸✨
✨🌸Can’t tell mom because she wouldn't believe it✨🌸
✨🌸Do you know what its like to constantly be afraid of being touched? Or even being loved? I'm scared to be loved or to love someone✨🌸
✨🌸do you know the pressure I have every day because I have to be a mom? I have to ensure my siblings have the love and care they need because our mom is with her boyfriend and his kid✨🌸
✨🌸I have to constantly ensure that they don't feel completely thrown away✨🌸
✨🌸I hold them when their sick, I cook for them, I clean, I help them with their school, I listen to them when they need to talk, I hold their hand when their scared✨🌸
✨🌸This place? Is my escape a place where I'm free even if it's just a couple of minutes✨🌸
✨🌸I can be truly free and I really treasure that✨🌸
✨🌸and you if think that touching a child inappropriately is okay you're the one who needs help, touching ANYONE inappropriately isn't okay✨🌸
✨🌸and he does deserve it because he ruined me mentally✨🌸
✨🌸i can't look at certain things the same because of him✨🌸
✨🌸You wanna spit in my face? Fine go-ahead it wouldn't be the first time✨🌸
✨🌸 I’m a sorry excuse? I'm not nice? Anon who do I talk to? I mainly just answer any asks I may have✨🌸
✨🌸Yes on an occasion I'll other people asks but it's rare✨🌸
✨🌸And I've always said if I'm being annoying tell me✨🌸
✨🌸Let me put to you like this✨🌸
✨🌸I know what it’s like to ache for love just in general to have someone say “hey you did you're best” or “I'm proud of you” I lacked a lot of love from my parents growing up I really did✨🌸
✨🌸and even as a little girl I told myself “Don’t be like them” “don’t hurt people” my heart has been broken so many times, it’s powder at this point✨🌸
✨🌸but yet…I still people🌸✨
✨🌸you never know what someone else is going through anon, you never truly know the demons their fighting off✨🌸
✨🌸why add another one?🌸✨
✨🌸people are like gardens, if you tend and care for it, it has a chance to grow into something amazing🌸✨
✨🌸but if you neglect it, it could wilt away🌸✨
✨🌸so I might be trash, I don’t have anything to offer people other than some kind words🌸✨
✨🌸a pat on the back or a hug🌸✨
✨🌸but I’m willing to give that because you never truly know anon.. just how close someone is to jumping off the edge🌸✨
✨🌸you never know how dark someone’s sky is🌸✨
✨🌸but the sunshine that breaks through the clouds anon🌸✨
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what you’re worth ✧ bucky barnes & steve rogers
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request: Can I place a request? How about reader is rich and Bucky only befriends reader for money and uses her. Silly reader falls for him but gets her heart broken. Later Bucky is left alone and he probably sees reader happy with Steve? - anon
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader; steve rogers x fem!reader
summary: bucky breaks your heart, but steve is here to pick up the pieces.
word count: 951
warnings?: bucky uses reader, bucky’s an ass, not proofread
You should’ve listened to your friends and family. That nothing good could come from dating a man like Bucky Barnes. That he would use and use and use until he ran you dry. But, you didn’t want to believe them. Bucky was so unlike the people you dated before. He was sweet, he was kind. He listened to you. He made you feel loved. You thought he loved you. But, oh, how wrong you were. You were blinded by what you thought was complete and utter devotion.
What you had with Bucky felt...magical. It began as it would in a romance novel which, perhaps, should have been your first sign that it would all go to shit. Things just don’t happen the way they do in romance novels or romcoms or any other great love story. They just don’t.
You learned that the hard way.
It had been your anniversary dinner. You suggested going to an upscale restaurant, insisting that it be your treat. You thought he would love it. And, well, you didn't mean to look at his texts. But when he got up to go to the bathroom and left his phone on the table and the phone started going off, you couldn't help but look.
A flurry of texts from his friend Natasha was coming in. Natasha, the woman he swore was just a friend. The "friend" that was texting Bucky about how long he was going to keep up the ruse of being in love with you when he really only loved your money.
By the time he came back, all you could think to do was throw your drink at him, scream that you were over, and to never call you again.
He never even tried.
That had been months ago. And in that time span, it was like Bucky had just fully given up. Didn't even try to pretend like he loved. Just folded like a deck of cards. Hell, the man had even blocked you across all of his social media accounts. Even fucking TikTok!
Your friends were insistent you move on, show the world that a man like Bucky fucking Barnes couldn't just use you the way he did. That was how you ended up at some new bar that had opened, nursing a drink you didn't even want.
"Enjoying your drink?"
You turned, seeing a tall man leaning against the bar, his eyes raking up and down your body. "No."
He raised a brow. "Oh? Would you like to leave a complaint?"
You frowned. "What?"
"I'm just saying, I'm close with the owner. If there's a problem..."
It dawned on you who you were speaking to. "You're the owner, aren't you?"
"Guilty," he confessed with a smirk. "But, really, is there anything I can do?"
"If you could go back and tell me to not date my ass of an ex, that'd be great. But, other than that, no," you said. You looked down at your drink then back to him, "My drink's fine, by the way. I'm just being melodramatic."
"Shame, because if it was bad, I would've offered to get you a new one, and then maybe I could offer you a shoulder to cry on."
"Well, I gotta know a person before I accept free drinks from them."
"My name's Steve. I own the bar. I like long walks on the beach, volunteering at the local animal shelter where I've recently adopted a dog, and my favorite part of a meal is dessert. What else do you need to know?"
You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. "I think that's good for now. Surprise me with your best drink."
"Be right back," he said, winking, before walking down to where the bartender was.
For a moment, you were left alone. You couldn't hold back your smile, finding yourself grinning from ear to ear. But, all good things must come to an end.
"I haven't seen that smile in a long time."
You grit your teeth, your smile fading. "I wonder who's fault that is, James."
"First name? Come on, you can't be that cruel to me. What happened was a mistake," Bucky said.
"Damn right it was a mistake. I never should've dated you," you spat. "What makes you think I even want to talk to you? I thought it was made perfectly clear that you and I are over. Besides, don't you have Natasha?"
He clenched his jaw. "We broke up."
"Because you didn't have my money anymore." You rolled your eyes. "Guess she loved my money as much as you did."
"That's not fair—"
"Is there a problem here?" Steve asked, handing you your drink.
"We're having a conversation," Bucky said.
"I wasn't speaking to you." Steve turned to you, his face softening. "Are you okay?"
"He's bothering me," you said.
"Then he's gone." Steve said to Bucky, "Get out of my bar before there's a bigger problem."
Bucky's eyes flashed but, as he looked at Steve, it seemed like he knew it was a losing fight. So, he reluctantly turned on his heel, and left without another word.
When he was gone, Steve said to you, "Are you okay? Because I'll track that ass down and give him a piece of my mind if not."
"It's fine," you dismissed. "He's the ex I was talking about. But it's fine! I know my worth now."
"Well, if that's the case, I hope I'm worthy to you," Steve said, smiling. "I know we just met, but would you want to go on a date with me?"
You pretended to think, tapping your finger on your chin, before smiling and saying, "I would love that."
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