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lov1ngreid · 4 months

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(pairings): high school!spencer + cheerleader!reader

(warnings): mentions of blood

(word count): 3.2k

(author’s note): this chapter’s a little short but i wanted to have something out for you guys! the next chapter will be the last (thank god) also not proofread so bare with me, but merry christmas!

listen to what i did when i wrote this! ➘

“A practice date?” Gianna spits, confusion painting her pretty tanned face while she shoves her fork into whatever cafeteria food was served that day “come. on.” she groans only to shoot another displeased look in your direction, you only decide look up at her from your textbook when she began to get just a little too loud. Silencing her with your eyes, she only rolls hers in response before moving her attention back to her food.

“I didn’t know what to say!” you whisper-yell scanning your surroundings quickly to make sure nobody other than her could hear your conversation, she quickly raises one eyebrow, completely unsatisfied with your answer “and you can’t talk” you shoot back at her raising your right hand to point your gel pen at her face.

“you’re the one who called her over in the first place! I was just gonna let him wander around until he got to nervous and gave up” quickly, you take an opportunity to glance down the end of the cafeteria table where Sadie sat, completely indulged in her own conversation.

Gianna purses her lips thinking, before deciding to hold her hands up in defence “to be honest I kinda wanted to see your reaction” she chuckles to herself for a moment earning a slap to the wrist from you, you shake your head for a moment, absolutely not impressed by her answer.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a moment, your pen quickly jotting down notes from your history textbook while your cold cafeteria lunch sat beside you “If you’re not gonna eat it can I?” Gianna asks already grabbing your red tray from your side before you could answer, she knew your answer before you said it.

Nodding quickly before turning your attention back to your notes, the cafeteria chatter fills your ears causing you to zone into your notes “uh oh” you hear Gianna’s half full mouth admit pulling your attention from your notes onto her. Eyes wide, her stare is set down the left side of the long cafeteria table and you can’t help but follow her gaze down the rows of blue and white cheerleading uniforms before they land on one in particular.

Sadie Keller, her dark cherry red hair and perfect manicured nails, perfect manicured nails that happened to be in someone’s hair.

Spencer Reid’s hair.

You felt like your eyes were quite literally bludging out of your head from how hard you were staring, Sadie sat next to him giggling as she raked her hands through his pretty brown hair, dragging them down his arms while they chatted to other girls on the team.

“He’s cute right” Ivy leans into you, her eyes also glued on the two at the end of the table “I didn’t even know he went here” she adds tilting her head a little causing her long blonde ponytail to tilt with her.

“You called him a freak nerd last period” Gianna mentions from across the table “to his face” she adds a disgusted look filling her face as she waited for Ivy’s response.

“Oh” she deadpans looking between Gianna and then Spencer again “was that him?” She asks obliviously cocking her head once more, Gianna nods her head in response “oh well he’s cute” she shrugs completely unaware of her insensitivity while she goes back to whatever conversation she was indulging in prior.

You felt every emotion bubble in the pit of your stomach, you had to look away before you screamed in her face. The worst part was you couldn’t even blame Sadie, Spencer was cute and funny, and incredibly smart, and if you knew he was Sadie’s tutor maybe you’d make up some sort of terrible lie about him so she wouldn’t like him. Which in hindsight would be horrible of you, but maybe it would’ve prevented having to see such a disgusting scene play out in front of you.

Although every possible emotion swirled inside of you, you didn’t know which one would win until you felt your eyes stinging a little while they brimmed with soft salty tears, mortified you were about to cry in front of the whole cheer team you slammed your books shut earning a few looks from your peers around you, gathering them to your chest before rushing from the cafeteria to the quiet unoccupied hallway.

Small sniffles followed your footsteps as you turned the corner to find your locker clicking it open angrily sliding your books into their respective spots. Pathetic was the only word you could describe yourself in that moment, standing at your locker alone, crying over a boy who had absolutely no interest in you.

The silence in the hallway is calming, only the distance sound of cafeteria chatter and quiet squeaky footsteps from a passerby.

“Hi” a male voice chirps snapping you from your Spencer induced brain fog, almost knocking the wind from you in shock.

“Oh my god- you scared me” you breath grasping your chest a little, your eyes widen at your state, turning away from him a little to quickly wipe the tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I’m sorry” he laughs a little, his brows furrowing as you turn around “I just wanted to ask if we were still practice dating tonight?” a concerned look painted across his face as you turned back, he noticed your eyes immediately.

Arguably his favourite thing about you.

“Are you okay?” He questions noticing your nose red from rubbing it, and the small sniffles escaping while he talked, he could tell you were crying, he just didn’t know why.

“I’m fine” you mumble moving your books around not daring to make eye contact with him, instead facing your locker while you conversed “And we might have to reschedule, I’m really busy-” you continue.

“Please?” he whispers, eyes widening under his glasses leaning in a little closer in attempts for you to look at him, your actions freeze at his words huffing in defeat, you turn to face him for a moment.

Only then he got a clear view of your face, your pretty eyes covered with a thin layer of glassy tears that were on the brink of falling he could almost see his reflection in them, your long thick eyelashes darkened with your tears “Fine” you nod, your eyes dropping down to avoid his stare, frankly it was making you a little nervous.

It was like your next movements where a calculated blur, grabbing your textbooks before slamming your locker shut to brush past Spencer without another word. Sniffles following as you made your way down the hall, silently cursing yourself out on the way to your next class.

You didn’t know why seeing him with someone else had worked you up so much, and you couldn’t wrap your head around it. You knew he didn’t like you, if you hadn’t been so desperate to hang out with him you wouldn’t have picked up the stupid letter, you brought this on yourself.

But Spencer’s heart did the thing again when he watched you walk down the hall.

You spent what felt like the whole of fifth period stealing glances at Spencer, which was absolutely not discrete since you always sat in front of him and you could only check the clock that hung on the back of the classroom wall so many times before it became suspicious, if it wasn’t already.

You absolutely could not recall a singular word your teacher had spoken about, your mind completely fogged with thoughts of Sadie’s stupid hair and stupid nails dragging across Spencer’s locks or the way she dragged his glasses off his face which made you glad you didn’t eat lunch.

So when Mrs. Abernathy claimed you’d be splitting off into partners, you wanted to grab Spencer’s arm and yank him away from Sadie but you knew you couldn’t. You had to settle for Ethan not a bad choice in hindsight he was the smartest hockey player so you knew he’d at least would’ve been paying attention unlike you.

But you weren’t the only one who’s mind was absolutely full with thoughts of another, Spencer’s head felt sore at how much he was thinking of you, his heart ached at the sight of you upset, and as much as he hated it he couldn’t control it.

“I’m excited for this weekend” the pretty red head giggled under her large plastic goggles, Spencer’s head turned at the sound of her voice, snapping him from his gaze on you, he watched as she twisted the gas valve attached to the bunsen burner.

“What?” Spencer mutters in response as she lifts her head to meet his, his eyes widen in realisation “oh!” He rushes, absolutely mortified he had forgotten “ice skating, of course! I’m so excited” he scrambles quickly as her face began to drop, it quickly picks up at his words before she continues to quickly strike a match.

His eyes wander from the pages of his poorly written notebook, to the silver work bench across from him. The work bench that you were at, your teary eyes replaced by being slightly scrunched in laughter at whatever the curly haired brunette boy had muttered in your ear. Spencer’s eyes furrowed at the sight.

What could he possibly be saying to make you laugh?

“They’re cute right?” Sadie chirps holding a clear glass beaker while she swirled the blue liquid with a stirring stick, snapped out of his gaze once again, his face painted with confusion, he turns to face Sadie for a moment without a word, she seems equally confused at his silence before placing the beaker down for a moment “Ethan and y/n?” she adds in hopes of him understanding.

“Are they dating?” He rushes quickly grabbing the beaker from the bench before swirling the liquid himself.

Sadie giggles a little before responding “No I don’t think so” going back to write a little in her note book “She doesn’t really date, doesn’t stop guys from trying” she goes on to say, focused on her neatly lined notes, failing to notice Spencer’s usually pale pink knuckles suddenly turning white with how hard he was gripping the glass beaker.

“Okay! So we just have to add- Spencer!” Sadie shrieks as the glass shatters in his hand spilling the liquid all over the both of them, shards of glass piercing into his skin. He’s shocked at her reaction at first, completely unknowing of the mess he had made all over the bench, and her cheerleading uniform. “I just steam pressed this” Sadie claims eyes glued onto her now, blue stained uniform.

“Mr. Reid” Mrs.Abernathy states only the tiniest bit of concern lacing her statement “Please go to the nurse you’re bleeding all over my bench” she bores again, Spencer’s state only earns a giggle from you, concerned of course, but his deer in headlights stance and absolute silence, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“And Ms. Y/L/N, since you think it’s so funny you can take him” your quiet laughing stops at her stern words.

“But-”

“Now” She adds with not an ounce of sympathy dripping from her words, your eyes snap from her to Spencer who stood picking pieces of glass from his hand, you physically cringed at the sight before a groan escapes your lips. His eyes meet yours for a moment, your eyes rolling seemed to be the only appropriate response before you nod your head towards the door ushering him to follow you.

The silence in the unoccupied hallways was deafening, only the sounds of your shoes squeaking filling the air, you could hear Spencer whimpering a tiny bit behind you, you swore it took your whole strength not to turn around and tell him to shut-up, but you knew whatever you were angry at wasn’t technically his fault.

Your shoes squeaked a little louder as you both took a sharp turn into the nurses office, almost immediately greeted with a high pitched “oh my gosh!” The nurse squeaked as she saw the state of Spencer holding his bloody glass punctured hand “sit down!” She adds patting the examination table beckoning for Spencer, he responds with a weak nod before complying.

You weren’t sure on whether you were meant to leave or stay with Spencer in this situation, of course a part of you wanted to stay with him, comfort him until he felt better. But another part of you wanted to leave him there, claiming that if Sadie cared enough she’d be here instead of you.

But you stayed.

“y/n can you wrap it up for me I just have to grab something from across the hall” the nurse rushed holding a plastic bag with shards of red stained class, she barely looked up for an answer from you before zipping the bag up and rushing for the door.

“But Kate-”

“Just do it” she calls out, her small frame already half way out the door before you could even protest, your eyes shift back to Spencer who sat slumped on the table while he meekly sent a smile in your direction.

Despite your resistance, you sighed a little before reaching towards the top shelf grabbing alcohol spray and bandages before moving to meet Spencer at the table “this is gonna hurt a little okay?” You mumble gently grabbing his skinny wrist, turning it so his injured hand faced you, you bit your lip in concentration as you lined up the alcohol to spray at his wounds.

He winced a little at the sting before nodding for you to continue, you couldn’t help but enjoy the small whimpers falling from his lips, you felt perverted for it, but you were sure anyone would agree. It also made you realise how big his hands were in comparison to yours, you wanted so badly to just be able to hold it, for it to touch you.

You looked up at his face for a moment, watching how he caught his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes focused on his hand in pain, that was enough to make you huff with a loss of breath.

Cleaning up his hand, you toss his bloody gauze into the bin quickly turning to face away from him to wash your hands “you call Nurse Abbott, Kate?” He mutters, frowning as he takes a look at the state of his hand.

You pause for a second, brows knitting at his question, you hadn’t even realised you had called her that it had become normal to you “yeah I don’t know I’m in here a lot” you mumble in response back turning around to grab a dressing “I get migraines sometimes so she lets me sit in here” you continue, lining up the dressing on the biggest cut on his hand.

You couldn’t help yourself but stare at the lines and creases in his hands while you tended to him, the way his veins popped when would accidentally clench at the stinging was enough for you to bite your lip in frustration.

“You still get those?” He adds finally looking up from his hand to you, his eyes zoning on your the way your pretty eyebrows furrowed in concentration, your long eyelashes and pretty pump lips, licking them every now and then.

“You remember” Mumbling you toss the dressing wrappers away not daring to meet Spencer’s eyes while doing so.

“Yeah they used to scare me” he laughs while your hand brushes over his, memories of times you had to lay in a quiet pitch black room ran through your mind, and the way you’d yell at him if he opened the door letting the light in. You always felt bad for yelling at him, you knew he probably just wanted to play Mario kart so you’d bake him cupcakes to make up for it.

“Are we still fake dating tonight?” He adds, leaning his head down a little for his eyes to meet yours. You cringe a little at his wording cause selfishly, you didn’t want it to be a fake date, you wanted to real date him and you wanted him to real date you.

“Spence” you mutter no louder than a whisper, you don’t meet his eyes, instead focused on finishing up his hand “your hand” you mention looking up at him for a split second to look back down at his hand, coloured white with the bandage wrapped around it.

“It’s okay” he rushed “It doesn’t hurt that bad” now you didn’t buy that for a second, you surprised he didn’t need stitches and he was a terrible liar “I can hold onto the railing.. please” you were strong, you could admit that but the pleading along with his big round eyes beaming up at you almost twinkling under the fluorescent lighting.

“Maybe” you breathe, surprised you didn’t immediately say yes the minute he started begging.

He seemed momentarily satisfied with your answer “done” you whisper smiling back up at him, only you realised he was already looking at you, not just looking at you, but looking into you. His eyes exploring the depths of yours, like he was desperate to see behind them. And honestly he was, he wanted to be in your brain at this very moment, wanted to know what you were thinking, how you were feeling but he couldn’t tell, only noting the quick rise and fall of your chest and your glistening bottom lip as you licked it, you were nervous.

His eyes moved from your eyes, along your jawline and all across your face, counting every beauty spot every freckle, you both scanned each others faces, searching for something you couldn’t even answer only the sounds of your breathes mixing in with each other filling the what felt like warm air.

Your eyes both meet each others for a second, brows furrowing in curiosity, your eyes faulting from his eyes to his lips, disparity fuelling in the pit of your stomach.

“Okay!” A voice booms from the corridor adjacent to the door “oh! y/n I didn’t think you’d wrap it so quickly” she adds looking up from her clipboard at the both of you.

You must’ve looked like a deer in headlights, both pulled from the depths of your gaze on each other, you’d never seen him look at you like that, and honestly you didn’t even know what it meant. You’d never seen him look at anyone like that.

“Sorry” you mumble a little sheepishly, dropping Spencer’s hand into his lap which you were unaware you were still holding, embarrassed that you had pretty much eye fucked him “I’ll go now” nodding at Kate before attempting to make your way to the doorway, but not without Spencer’s uninjured hand grabbing your wrist.

“Tonight?” He queried again tilting his head to the side like a puppy dog, his big brown eyes shining in your direction which absolutely did not help your case.

Your mind fights it for a little, there was no way he should be out ice skating with an injured hand, and you also didn’t really want to go after seeing the way him and Sadie were getting to know each other in the cafeteria. But despite all that, you selfishly just wanted to feel like you were the one on a date with him.

“Please” he whispers his lanky hand still gently gripping your wrist.

Yep that’ll do it

“Fine” you groan, defeat dripping from your words rolling your eyes in annoyance, false annoyance.

It was hard to act annoyed when the biggest grin grew on his pretty little face, you would’ve almost forgotten that his hand had pretty much been mauled by a glass beaker.

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gaypirate420 · 2 months

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Headache remedy//Jasper W. Hale.

Jasper Whitlock-Hale x Witch!male!reader.

Summary: Jasper treats your headache with the oldest trick on the book.

A/N: literally just wanted to write Jasper sucking cock. This was supposed to come out on Halloween but depression got in the way.

Smut. Fluff. Blood drinking. Oral Sex. Soft!Dom!Jasper.

Jasper closed the door as he stepped inside the small cottage you owned. His golden eyes inspected the flowers he got for you before he realizes that everything was floating and a broom that moved on it's own sweep the old wooden floor.

Oh no, it's cleaning day.

As someone who's nearly two hundred years old, Jasper knows how irritating it is to dig around all the trash one accumulates over the decades, the Cullen household is a mess when it's time to move and time to clean.

Jasper walks towards your living room as he recalls the last deep clean you made to your shop and home back in 1975. It was a mess and you were cranky all day.

"Hello, cowboy." You spoke from the only non floating couch, although you smiled, the vampire felt your irritation immediately.

Jasper felt something behind him and move out of the way instantly, a hole set of plates and cups flew out of one cabinet to another.

A misguided bowl crashed against his yellow waves.

You suppressed a chuckle caused by the scenes and the confused look in your boyfriend's face. The fact he didn't react to a ceramic bowl being slammed against his face was also funny, or, maybe sniffing old potions was getting to your head already.

The blonde removed the ceramic pieces from his hair and walked towards you, alerting for any other flying objects.

"How's your head?" You asked a bit worried.

"Haven't heard any complains yet." He answered with a smirk, you felt your cheeks warm and smirk at him. The vampire revealed the bouquet of black dahlias infront of your eyes. Your frown was quickly erased and a smile breaks on your lips.

"Oh thank you, my little leech." You whispered as your eyes twinkled. Jasper smiles, somehow being called a leech makes him feel butterflies on his stomach.

The bouquet floated to the flower vase as your arms wrap around Jasper's neck.

His rosy lips pressed a kiss on your forehead, you sighed. It felt so nice to hug his cold body.

"What's wrong, pretty boy?" He whispered as his cold hands cupped your cheeks, you melted and leaned on his touch. The vampire smiles at this, your cheek on his hand, his thumb caresses your delicate skin.

"Making an entire house to clean itself drives me a tad crazy." You spoke softly, the vampire chuckled and leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"My head hurts so bad and I'm not even halfway through." You mumbled before a groan leaves your lips as the kiss quickly intensifies. Jasper could feel your exhaustion and annoyance. He kisses your cheek a couple of times, his fingers massaging your temples.

"I know how to make it go away, darlin'." He whispered softly against your cheek.

"Do you now, cowboy? Do tell." You whispered back, Jasper smirked and met lips with you once more, a little more passionate this time before his lips travel down your jaw. You groaned once more, his icy cold hands hold on your shoulder leaning down your back against the couch.

"No spell on them fancy books ya' own compares to this, sugar." He whispered, his slim fingers went to your black silky shirt and lift it up, you moaned at the feeling of his hands against your chest.

"Ngh- Jasper." You moaned shyly, the vampire grew more confident with each gasp and groaned your lips released.

"I'm goin' to make ya' feel so good, sugar." His lips moved down to your neck, feeling how your blood pumped through your veins, Jasper groaned and kissed your neck with an intense hunger.

You moaned, feeling his lips against your sensitive skin and his fangs brushing ever so slightly against your neck.

"I want to taste you." He whined against your neck, you groaned again, feeling his low growl as his fangs teased your exposed skin.

He nibbles at your neck, his hand holding your chin up, exposed to him.

"Can I, sugar?" The blonde asked softly, you whine at the sudden stop but he will always ask for consent for everything. You nod eagerly, he smiles and kisses your neck before his fangs bury deep into your skin.

A small cry chokes out of your throat.

The vampire drowned in your scent, the warm and sweet taste of your blood, he moaned as he took big sips from your neck. He pulled away, not trusting himself fully yet.

You breath heavy, feeling a little lightheaded.

Jasper chuckled and his lips travel down your neck, following the drops of blood that fall down to your chest, his cold hands making their way down to your pants.

"I want all of you, darlin'." The blonde mumbles as his fingers undo your pants. He falls onto his knees in between your legs. You could barely talk, your chest rises and falls with each breath you take.

Your eyes stare at him, kneeling and with eyes filled with lust and hunger.

His pale hands caress your thighs, teasing your member with his fingers above the clothing of your underwear. You moan and whine at his touch.

Jasper smiled, he enjoyed the teasing so he continued, his golden eyes never leaving your face as you reacted to the gentle stroke his index and middle finger made.

Up and down. Tip to bottom.

With a small piece of clothing separating his fingers from your aching member.

"Please!" You whined out loud as your hips buckled. Jasper looks at you with a smirk, holding down your hips.

"Please what, sugar? What do you want?" He asked teasingly as he pulled your pants a little lower.

"Ngh- Please- please, cowboy, want your mouth, fingers, anything!" You whispered desperate, begging for his touch, already a mess. Jasper chuckles and releases your already leaking member from your underwear. You moan and lean your head back.

His hand takes a hold of your cock and gently starts to stroke it, you feel so sensitive and start groaning, a couple of tears forming on your eyes.

"Want me to go slow, darlin'?" He whispers softly, you nodded shyly as your body trembles from the pleasure.

"That's alright." He spoke before his tongue gave a small lick on your cock, you moaned softly and your shaky hand took a hold of his yellow curls.

The blonde makes a couple of long and sloppy licks before he takes your hard member into his mouth.

"Ngh! ngh! Cowboy!" You moaned and your fingers tightened around his hair, pulling slightly, making him moan around your cock. You whined, he slows down a couple of seconds before bobbing his head up and down.

You couldn't handle it anymore, his mouth felt so good around you. Your legs shake, you blush at the sight in front of you.

"Ngh- y-y-you look so pretty when my cock's around your mouth." You mumble in between a whine. Jasper feels flustered at such a filthy comment being delivered in the most adorable way.

He pulls away from your member, a string of pre-cum and saliva following. He keeps stroking not letting you catch a break.

"Y-you don't need to catch your breath. Get back down." You teased, your voice slurry. Jasper chuckles softly, his tongue drawing circles around the head of your cock.

"Oh now you're feeling too confident, sugar." He spoke before complying and bobbing his head down again. You melted instantly and kept moaning, the tears fell down your cheeks.

He stroked faster now, feeling how rapid your breathing became, your moans louder and your legs shaking more violently.

A small squirt of cum hit his cheek.

"Nghhhh! So-sorry...." You whined as you came with a loud cry. Jasper chuckles softly and keeps stroking, enjoying your little whines and cries.

"It's alright, sugar." He spoke as he wiped his cheek. He looks at you, your torso white from your own seed and red from the bite he left behind. Jasper makes sure to wait for you to come down of your high.

Your legs stopped shaking and your eyelids got very heavy. He looked around for something to clean but already a floating washcloth made it's way towards him. He cleans his face and your chest.

His cold lips leave soft kisses on your torso.

Before he even thinks about it, a gauze appears for him. The vampire licks the blood around it with a smile, leaving a kiss on the wound. Jasper makes sure to place the gauze correctly on your neck, you whine as it stings a little bit, he hushes you softly and cups your cheek.

"Is your headache gone?" He whispers as he dresses you again. You can barely think but you nod slowly.

You smiled sleepy as he picks you up. He makes sure no flying objects hit you. He rubs small circles on your back as you fall asleep on the way upstairs.

A soft kiss on your forehead is the last thing you're aware of.

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A/N:Heyyyyyy, I'm just getting things out of my drafts. I hope you like this, I don't know if I served cunt like I always do when writing smut, but I hope it's enjoyable!

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kitashousewife · 11 months

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someone you need

an: based on somebody else by the 1975!!! wendy and her smart mind helped me come up with this

pairings: geto x fem!reader turns gojo x fem!reader

warnings: angst angst angst, hurt w/ not a lot of comfort for geto, ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP, geto's downfall is its own warning, alcohol mentions, violence mentions, death mentions, just a whole lotta angst, reader is in a dress and is wearing makeup

the bass humming through his chest does nothing to sooth geto's numb heart. he's not entirely sure why he thought coming here would make any difference, maybe it's just wishful thinking. at least he's out of the house.

he's alone in a booth, watching the happy couples and groups laugh and dance with each other, not a care in the world. if only they knew just how much their presence is ruining his life. for tonight he'll leave it alone though. he's feeling tired.

geto's heart pangs when he senses your energy. hoping it's just a fluke, only for his heart to break again when he sees you walk in.

he hasn't seen you in months. truth be told, he hasn't wanted to. he's heard through the grapevine though, that you're starting to see someone else. that was like a slap to the face. out of anyone in this foul world, you would be the one to talk him out of everything.

bring him home.

after that night, he stopped talking to you. the years of love and connection screeching to a sudden halt when he destroyed his phone and threw it amongst the rest of his destruction. he misses you, he misses satoru, he misses shoko, everyone. everyone in the jujutsu world he misses with at least a sliver of his being, but he's over it. it's too late to turn back now, especially after all that he's done.

every scream of pain, every death he's caused, all comes to sit on his chest at once when he sees who you're with.

you've been at the bar alone, tapping your finger on the counter mindlessly, unaware that your former lover is sitting mere feet from you. soon after though, a certain white-haired man joins by your side, hugging you tight before sitting down.

geto sighs. all he wants is to run over, sit down with you guys, grab a drink and go home. but he knows that wouldn't even be a possibility at this point.

he's listened to your sobs, your screams, your disbelief each time you find out what he's done. he was outside of the window when gojo told you about the murder of his family. he sobbed with you while you screamed, shouting at gojo about how you know him, and he would never do such a thing.

but does anyone know him anymore?

you're in the dress he bought you a year ago, one he'd never gotten the chance to see you in until now. as he expected you look absolutely stunning, especially in the colored lights of the club.

geto's chest tightens when he sees a tear roll down your cheek, smearing the makeup under your eyes. he never wanted to make you cry, never wanted to hurt you.

unfortunately, he's not really here to make friends anymore. the paychecks are lovely, he's able to live a lifestyle he'd only dreamt about. his house is incredible, he's got a family that loves him for who he is. but there is a hole in his heart, and the missing piece is now right in front of him.

his blood boils when gojo dries your tears with a napkin, giving you a knowing smile. and this lighting, geto can see the tears in his former best friend's eyes as well.

he watches for a while, just observing the two of you. you're talking almost non stop, hands gesturing wildly as tears stream down your face. you shake your head after a while, biting your lip to stop the tears. a habit you've kept up, it seems. gojo nods along, offering you his napkin which you take with a teary laugh. the white-haired sorcerer sits close by, knees touching yours, comforting you.

keeping you close.

geto begins to spiral, thinking about how much the two of you have probably connected over himself. shared in tears, shared stories and laughed together at the good times. he tells himself that he doesn't want you, knowing you would be much better off without him, but it still stings. he really becomes upset when he thinks about just how close you are. what you've done together now. he feels sick.

deciding he can't take much more of this, geto stands up to leave. instead of wasting his free night in pain, he might as well spend time with nanako and mimiko. that's his new life, after all.

as he stands up, the two of you stand up as well. gojo pulls you into a hug, your back still to him. gojo looks directly into geto's eyes, causing shivers to shoot up his spine. of course, he would feel him here. sense his presence.

they hold their gaze for a while, but when geto takes a step towards the two of you, gojo shakes his head. he stops, but after geto places a kiss to the top of your head, he begins to walk again.

you pull gojo towards the exit, entering the crowd of people to head home. geto picks up the pace, but by the time he reaches the crowd he's lost the two of you. frantic, he looks around, scanning every person in the room. he can feel you two here. finally, he makes one last look towards the door and locks eyes with blue ones once more, just as a tear falls from them.

geto stands in the middle of hundreds of people, but feels incredibly alone. the numbness returns, heart shattering into a thousand pieces as the most important people in his life walk out the door. a lump in his throat forms as he decides to leave as well, fighting back the hot tears that threaten to slip with each step.

when the cold, night air hits his face he finds himself alone on the sidewalk. the bass thumps in the background, but the two of you are long gone. he looks both ways before summoning his shikigami with his head hung low.

at least he knows that you're with someone good, someone he loves and trusts.

it's better this way.

right?

#geto x reader #geto x reader angst #geto x reader imagine #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto angst #geto angst #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst

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talesfromthecrypts · 9 months

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Scents are like memories. The person evaporates, but the memory remains.

Lips of Blood (1975) dir. Jean Rollin

#lips of blood #filmedit #horroredit #dailyworldcinema #mygifs #as you can see i am lost in the sauce

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jason todd || stake outs, they never really... work

i.e. jason peter todd brain rot hit my brain in the middle of the night when i had an assignment to complete (the assignment was never completed) with this song on REPEAT.

warning: this fic was an oc insert, the only thing changed was the name (or lack of... i suppose) !!!

afab!reader, she/her reader, reader has unnamed boyfriend, reader cheats on said unnamed boyfriend, a lot of f bombs, this is unfinished, stops just when they bouta...

“I didn’t know your eyes were so green,” she mumbled, almost incoherently as her nail graced his cheekbone like it never left, “Like… Deep green.”

Jason doesn’t need a mirror to know his ears are already doing the thing where they’re all flushed, he can feel in the way his breaths stop at that point in his throat, feel it in the way his heart starts stuttering against her hand on his chest. Fuck.

He fidgets underneath her, hands flat on the floor of his van as he tries to sit up, “They’re not— Well sometimes they are… Just… Could you get off me? ... Please?”

Her eyes flicker (and God he wished he didn’t notice the way they wander his body to his lips) before her hand leaves his chest, her nail stopping its movements, and she's sat with her knees to her chin. With a groan, she rests her chin on her knees, quickly replacing it with their forehead when she groans even louder.

Jason chuckles, glad to have his space again but somehow missing the flush of his ears. Fuck. His stupid revived brain cannot be doing this right now. Not on a stake out, not on a stake out with his best friend, not on a stake out with his best friend who just so happens to have a boyfriend of a couple months— Yeah… That’s fucked.

A silence wafts through them, and they both wonder if the other can tell there’s something more in the silence than just that, than just silence.

She shivers at the very thought, shuffling away to one of the computers of the van. Jason stills, finding the back of the van suddenly extremely comfortable as he watches her hands type away. He watches her every move, the way only the slightest movement of her hair falling to her face would irk her off and she’d tuck it back into the back of her ear just as quick as it moved, the way her bottom lips insides were bitten as she examined whatever was on that monitor, the way her eyes flicked from the monitor to Jason— Oh.

“What?” She mumbled. Odd, he realised, she never really mumbled around him before— Not when they were kids, teens, after his revival, not after anything. She was always so…. Snarky.

He clears his throat in hopes it’d clear his mind too, “Nothing, nothing—” he curses at his awkward responses, he was never like this around her before either— “Just lost in thought.”

She nodded, understanding as always, quiet as never.

“Jason…” his heart jumped to his throat at the sound of her voice merely uttering the two syllables that made up his name, “Do you wanna pass some time with me?”

His mind started rushing and his blood started squeezing around his veins at obscure speeds, down, down, down. He let out his second and hopefully last awkward chuckle, “Like a game of ‘I Spy?’?”

They used to play that all the time back in detention whenever Prof. Duong started nodding off to dream lands far far away from that dumb school for the troubled. But Jason guessed they weren’t back at detention, guessed they weren’t really kids anymore when she started to inch closer to him than ever.

He tried his best to look everywhere but her, in hopes his hands didn’t jump at the chance to grab her waist and just have her as near as possible— But of course, as always, he failed. And all of a sudden his eyes couldn’t leave the two piercings that sat symmetrically on her bottom lip— and his thoughts couldn’t leave the mere feel of them against his lips alone.

“No, birdie wonder,” she made herself at home between his legs, on her knees as she leaned in closer and closer. She hadn’t changed her perfume since before his death, he realised when she was just a couple of inches away, “Something more… Grown up?”

The only thing keeping him grounded, keeping him from absolutely taking her in with all his soul, was the two necklaces that were clasped onto her neck. His mothers necklace, and a newer one— A silver heart-shaped locket engraved with the lettering ‘K’.

His hand comes up to fiddle with it, “Hm… Do you think ‘K’ would approve of this?”

That stalls her, just for a bit, just for a small stutter of her heart. All until her hands leave his chest— and he starts wishing he never said anything about no stupid ‘K’— and goes behind her neck to unclasp the poor thing.

She slides it to the other side of the van, “Fuck it.”

The very moment she turns around, he knows how those piercings feel against his lips— Right.

His thumb caresses her cheekbone as he leads their kiss down so that she’s on the floor of the van. His knee comes up and slots easily between her legs as he’s met with the surprise that she’s got a piercing in her tongue as well. He shivers down into a small groan against her lips, his other hand sliding up her shirt and tracing the line of her bra.

She whimpers into his lips and he wishes he could let that consume all of him forever, keep that exact moment engraved in his brain as the feeling of her reverberates across his very soul. He wonders if ‘K’’s ever felt that exact same whimper on his lips, and wonders if he even took care of her like Jason could.

His kisses grew hotter yet languid in the way of savouring every moment their lips touched, he starts to kiss down from her lips, down to the expanse of her neck where he held himself back on leaving any mark of some sort, down to her collar bone where he left the smallest of nips that made the smallest of moans leave her shaky lips.

He looks at her through the gaps of his lashes, the way her eyebrows furrowed and her lips trembled at just his teasing knee and a couple nibs and kisses. He grew hot. And bothered. Very bothered.

But before he could do any more than just that he huffs as he spoke out to her, “Are you sure...? Are you so sure this is what you want? ... With me?”

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“Vampirism is a terrible affliction.”

Lèvres de sang (Jean Rollin, 1975)

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Lèvres de sang (1975)

#lèvres de sang #lips of blood #marie pierre castel #catherine castel #hélène maguin #anita berglund #1970s horror #1970s movies #1975 #jean rollin #vampires #horror

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the city

“It’s just around the corner here,” he said, voice electric and hand glued to mine as we walked down the cracked sidewalk.

“Are you sure we can be here?” I mumbled, tripping over my own feet. He pulled my hand into the pocket of his sweater, tightening our intertwined arms.

“Stop worrying,” he popped a kiss onto the top of my head, “I come here all the time.”

“With who?” I questioned, giving his hand a squeeze. He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Just trust me, darling,” he grinned, pulling me a bit faster. I watched our matching glossy-black shoes reflect the warm street lamps as we strode in unison. I tripped again, gripping him tightly as he steadied me. “Alright, hop up.”

“What?” I asked, his arm untwisting from mine. He turned his back to me, one knee to the ground.

“Go on, get on my back,” he beckoned me closer, smile bright in the darkness.

“I think it’s ’get on your back’,” I teased, “Or at least that’s what you usually say.”

“Dirty,” he squinted, unamused. He held a hand out, head turned away, “Give me those shoes, will you?”

I huffed, slipping out of the heels and putting them in his hand. “Thanks,” I muttered. I hoped he wouldn’t notice the blood-stained heel of the shoe.

“Sure, just hop on, already,” he urged, and I obliged, arms wrapped over his shoulders tightly as I jumped on his back. He stood up, jumping a bit to adjust me higher.

“So patient, as always,” I said in his ear, earning a half-hearted wink. I kissed his cheek, any excuse to put my lips on his warm summer skin.

“A man has his limits,” he replied, and I dropped my head to his shoulder, swaying with his walk. I hummed kisses into the soft fabric, the smell of him and blooming lilac too sweet to bear.

“Are we there yet?” I joked, wrapping my arms tighter around him. He laughed, easy and open. I twisted the drawstrings of his sweater into knots.

“Hold on, baby,” he said, ducking us under a low branch. He tucked between two houses, their backyards leading to a patch of trees. He followed a stomped-down path, between bushes and leaf litter.

“You know where you’re going?” I mumbled, chin plastered to his shoulder, shivering at the wind.

“Pretend to trust me, at least,” he remarked, grumbling as he pushed between a narrow gap in the tree line. Once we stumbled through the crowded brush, a clearing appeared, almost spot-lit by the moon. A solemn bench stood before a pond, toads and crickets singing to the night sky from the water’s edge. “Well?” he broke the silence, as he did.

“How did you find this?” I marvelled, hopping off his back, bare feet on the dewy grass. I grabbed his hand, walking over to the bench. I sat down, knees to my chest. He joined me, arm over my shoulders to pull me against his heartbeat.

“I’ll never tell,” he shrugged, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“Alright, don’t tell me,” I smiled, letting my fingers trace over his knuckles, “It’s too pretty for me to care anyways.”

“You like it?” he brought his thumb to my cheek, glossing over the surface. I watched the white light ripple and scatter over the pond, and my hand laying quietly on his knee.

“Reminds me of home,” I sighed, and his hand covered mine.

“I hoped it would,” he said into my hair, voice warm, as it always was. “Let me meet your family.”

“Is that what you’ve been wanting to ask me?” I laughed, “I was wondering why you were so quiet at dinner.”

“I just think I should meet them.”

“So you created this whole scheme, then?” I giggled, his hand trailing up my wrist, “Take me for dinner, let me have as much wine as I’d like, then take me to this place, all just to ask me to meet my parents?”

“I think… I think it’s important,” he kissed at my temple, restrained and polite.

“You could have just asked.”

“I am asking,” he waved his hand in front of me, then placed it on my knee.

“Sure, you can meet them,” I caved, easily, as I always did. “But why would you want to?”

“Maybe I need to ask your father a question,” he smirked, clearing his throat.

“Oh, God,” I groaned, “Well, the drought has been hard this year, we only have one goat. Not much of a dowry for you, honey.”

He hummed, “Only one, hey?” he rubbed my knee absently, “Well, it’s still a yes from me.” We laughed, our voices carrying over the pond.

“Really though, you don’t need to ask him,” I said, and he nodded.

“I know, darling,” he sighed, “If he said no, I’d still ask you anyways.”

“Would you?” I looked up at him, waiting for a kiss. His heavy eyes looked down at me, creasing from his smile.

“I know I’d get a yes from you.”

#matty x reader #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty healy #64matty #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #Spotify

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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all i need to hear - bucky barnes x reader

'Cause it all means nothing, my dear If I can't be holding you near So tell me you love me, 'Cause that's all that I need to hear - all i need to hear by the 1975

Plot: A few months ago, Bucky broke up with Y/N, and he’s regretted it ever since. All he wants to do is tell her the truth about how he feels...if he can only work up the courage to. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of a break up if that makes you sad, a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic), and the anxiety he has afterwards. As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: I’ve had The 1975′s new album on repeat ever since it came out, and this is one of my fave songs from it, so I just had to write something for it. Not beta’d, so any and all mistakes are my own.

“Bucky, you’re staring again.” Sam’s voice cuts through Bucky’s thoughts. Bucky huffs.

“I do stare. As you keep telling me, it’s my thing, remember?”

“Okay, but you’ve been staring at Y/N for what feels like at least an hour now.” This time, Bucky doesn’t have a witty comeback for that. Because he knows it’s true. Noticing his lack of response, Sam’s face softens. “You really miss her, don’t you?” He does. He misses her so badly it hurts every part of him. This isn’t heartbreak anymore. It’s a full-blown aching, one that consumes his every waking moment. Sam doesn’t even need an answer. He can tell right away. “You know you could just tell her how you feel, right?” Bucky glances over at Y/N again, watching as she laughs with Sharon. She looks so happy. Bucky thought, hoped that she was missing him too. But she seems so happy without him. Maybe he doesn’t matter to her anymore. He wouldn’t blame her for that, though.

Things between them both started off so well. Then again, they always do. They were happy, and so in love. But Bucky just had to fuck everything up, just like usual. After everything that he did as the Winter Soldier, with so much blood shed because of him, Bucky Barnes convinced himself that he wasn’t deserving of love. Especially not from someone like Y/N. At first, he tried to hide those thoughts and push through, like he’s been doing ever since he escaped from HYDRA. Yet soon, those thoughts began to intensify, and soon they were eating him alive.

“What if she left him after realising just how awful he is? What if someone from his past hurt her? Or worse, what if he lost control again and hurt her?”

So, Bucky broke up with her for her own safety. And he’s regretted it ever since. He wants to apologise to her in the hopes that they can start again. But he can’t. The look on her face as her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled as she tried to keep it together still haunts him to this day. It’s worse than it was with any of his victims. Because this time, he was in control the whole time. He was the one who took the knife and twisted it even deeper. That’s not what a good person does, someone who’s deserving of love. That’s what a monster does. He can’t put her through that pain again. What Bucky needs to do is suffer in silence, like he deserves.

Suddenly, Y/N looks over and catches Bucky staring. For a second, the tiniest flicker of a smile crosses her lips, and Bucky feels himself smiling too. For a moment, it’s as if things between them are back to normal, and that nothing ever happened. Once more, they’re in love, and happy again. That smile, the one he loves more than anything in the world, fills Bucky with an overwhelming desire to get up, walk over to Y/N and kiss her all over, just like he used to. A desire that fills his entire being. Yet, just as he’s about to get up, Y/N’s face falls and she looks away. That look tells him everything he needs to know about how she feels about him. Bucky suddenly feels a pit open up in the depths of his stomach. One that he wishes would swallow him whole. With one last look at Y/N, Bucky’s gaze shifts to his lap, and he fiddles with his fingers.

“No. I can’t.” He mumbles sadly.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A few days later, Bucky stands outside Y/N’s apartment, willing himself to knock. He holds the letter in his hands, running his non-metal hand along the edge of the paper. Inside is a complete explanation of why he broke up with her, an apology, and an admission that he still loves her. In fact, he never stopped loving her, not once. He’s written and rewritten it countless times, and even now, he’s not sure it makes any sense. It’s too late now though. Although he can already feel the familiar pit forming in his stomach by the minute, and he considers just dropping the letter at her door and running away. “No. I said I’d make amends, and here I am.” Of course, when his therapist told him to make amends, she meant everyone he hurt as the Winter Soldier. But Bucky hurt Y/N deeply too, and she deserves to read the truth, if even just for closure.

That is, if he can work up the courage to knock on her fucking door. As he lightly raps the door, Bucky’s stomach churns whilst he thinks of her potential reaction. Either she starts crying and tells him to fuck off, or she punches him and then tells him to fuck off. He would deserve it, though. Of course, Bucky wants more than anything for her to tell him that she feels the same about him, and then they’ll be together again. That’s how things would go in an ideal world, the kind romanticised in fairytales and romcoms. But Bucky Barnes’ life has never been like that, and he knows there’s no way it’ll start now. He’s not the hero, he’s the villain.

The door opens, and Y/N and Bucky are soon face to face again. Bucky feels his breath hitch in his throat. She’s still so beautiful. “Oh. It’s you.” Y/N mumbles. Even though he knows she has every right to, Bucky hates how disappointed she sounds at the sight of him. “What is it?”

“Um, hi! This is for you.” Bucky announces, passing over the letter. He swears he almost has a paper cut from the amount of times he’s been fidgeting with it. “You don’t have to read it now…or ever. It’s just an explanation for everything.”

“Thanks.” The air around them is suddenly even more awkward, something Bucky didn’t even think was possible. It makes him feel even more guilty. Only a few months ago, they could talk for hours and hours without getting bored with each other. And now, because of him, they’ll never be like that again.

“Y/N listen, I just want to say that-”

“What, Bucky? What do you want? You break up with me out of nowhere, give me complete radio silence, and now you’re here, weeks later?” She snaps. Her words sting, but Bucky knows he deserves them.

“I know. I have no right to be here, not now, or ever.” He agrees, his voice hitching as he feels a lump growing in his throat. “My letter explains it more, but even if you don’t read it, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for all the pain and hurt I’ve caused you. And…I understand if you never want to speak to me again.” As Y/N digests his words, her brows furrowing, Bucky can tell he’s about to start crying. Guilt fills his veins all over again. As he turns to go, he hesitates for a moment, before saying the one thing that’s been on his mind ever since the breakup. “For what it’s worth, I never stopped loving you, not even once. I regret what I did to you every day. I know it’s not an excuse, but please don’t ever think it was your fault, or that it was because I stopped caring for you.”

“Bucky-”

“No. It’s okay.” He lies, cutting her off. “I just needed to tell you. Don’t worry, I’ll go.” Once he’s out of ear and eyeshot around the corner, Bucky hisses as the tears begin to roll down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.” He murmurs, even though he knows nobody can hear him. “I’m sorry.”

Later that night, Bucky sits alone in his apartment, just as he does every other night since he and Y/N broke up. It seems as if he’s destined to be alone forever now. It hurts, but that's what he deserves. Soft music plays from his record player, some old 40s music. Y/N used to love dancing to that kind of music…even though she thought it was old-fashioned. Bucky feels his stomach twisting again as more happy memories with Y/N fill his mind again. He’s the worst person in the world.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. When Bucky opens it, he’s surprised to see Y/N there. Her eyes are red from crying. Before he can even say anything, Y/N says: “You’re a fucking asshole, you know that, right? A complete, and utter, fucking asshole.” Although her words sting, Bucky knows he deserves them. “That was for not even talking to me about how you were feeling, and just letting me suffer in silence.” Bucky nods, still slightly dazed by her standing in front of him. “Sorry though.”

“No, no. I deserved that.”

“I know I can’t even begin to imagine the things you’ve gone through, but fuck, Bucky, if you’d have just talked to me, I would’ve helped you work through your fears! You didn’t have to suffer in silence. I love you, and as your girlfriend, I was there to help you!” Her choice of words makes Bucky’s eyebrows raise.

“Love? As in…present tense?” He mumbles.

“Well, yeah, I still love you. I didn’t stop either.” She admits. “I missed you dearly, Bucky, and I’m glad you gave me an explanation for why you did it. But that does not negate everything that happened. And it definitely doesn’t mean that everything is immediately okay between us, or that I’ve completely forgiven you.” Bucky nods. Yet, he can feel his heart rate increasing. She still loves him, despite everything that happened. Maybe he has a chance to make things right again. “Can we maybe grab a drink next week? Just for a chat.”

“Absolutely. We can take things as slow as you want.” She manages to crack a small smile at that, and Bucky feels one of his own growing too.

It’ll take a while, but maybe things will turn out okay after all.

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