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healmyhrt · 2 months

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hii !! i was wondering if u could write a matt sturniolo smut about him being a vampire and y/n finding his fangs attractive??

⌗ bloodthirsty, m. sturniolo

vampire!matt x fem!reader

summary: matt reveals a dark secret that’s been towering over him throughout your whole relationship. he says that you should break up because, well, it’s for the better—but you’ve always found vampires kind of hot, haven’t you?

disclaimers!: established relationship, kissing, biting, marking, blood sucking (obviously), use of y/n, short!

a/n: this story is like taking place in the like 18th century because that’s when vampires would be around yk. anywho… ENJOY, I LOVE U GIYS :3

the small heel at the bottom of my shoes faintly click as i walk through the hallway. i stop at the large double doors in front of me. “matthew?” i question, with a knock.

there is no response.

i knock again, this time a little bit louder. i hear shuffling on the other side of the doors. “matthew? may i enter?”

the door opens, and im met with an out of it matt. he immediately hugs me tightly, squeezing my head against his chest. “matt? what is it?” he sighs, and lets go of me.

matt walks me over to the window, and he sits in the lounge chair next to it. “i fear… i’ve been keeping something from you, y/n.” my eyebrows raise high.

“well, what is it?” i question, moves closer to him.

he takes my hands in his, and stares up at me, his eyes turning a blood red. “matt…” i whisper, fearfully.

he continues to stare into my eyes, and i can’t help but stare back. it’s like i could get lost in them, truly. the shade of red was, oh, so beautiful. “…what is it?”

he exhales heavily, and looks down. i kneel in front of him, cupping his cheek in my hand. “you can tell me.”

matt looks up, his eyes now a brighter shade of red, and his face paler than usual. he begins to open his mouth to speak, and my face mouth drops.

fangs.

sharp, straight, white fangs now sat inside of his mouth. i slowly back away, hoping to get a better look from afar.

“y/n, i understand if you’re scar—”

“can i touch them?”

matt’s face completely changes, and he shrugs slowly. he leans in closer to me. “um—sure?” he slowly opens his mouth.

i reach a finger into his mouth, tapping it gently on his point teeth. i beam, my face covered in fascination.

i pull my hand away, and keep staring at them.

“y-you’re not scared?” matt questions. “not really, no.”

he immediately smashes his lips onto mine, kissing me passionately. he wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me onto the lounge chair with him.

i slide my tongue into his mouth, and feel his sharp fangs scratch the bottom of it. i giggle between kisses, as matt begins to move down to my neck.

his kisses turn into sucking, and i can feel him making hickeys, marking his territory. he stops right at the middle of my neck, and looks up at me. “can i?”

“please.”

matt immediately sinks his teeth into my neck, piercing my skin. i wince, and he pulls away, leaving two trails of blood. “are you okay? is it—is it too much?”

i shake my head, and tap my neck. “no, keep doing it.”

he nods, and does as he’s asked. i tug on my bottom lip with my teeth, trying to bite back the moans or screams that threatened to leave.

matt pulls away again, and looks at the blood that had trailed down to my dress, and stained. he turns my head sideways to get better access to my neck.

i squeeze my eyes shut as matt licks the trail of blood up my neck, to the wound. he sucks more and more blood out of the puncture.

minimal moans leave my mouth, and he begins to smirk against my skin. he continues leaving more hickeys and bite marks, piercing my skin.

matt finally pulls away, and i breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. “you’re gonna bleed out, let me get something to stop the bleeding.” he stands and walks away.

i don’t know why i didn’t get him to stop. i mean, it’s not like it hurt me or anything. i kind of… liked the pain? not in a psychopathic sense, in a good sense.

him piercing my skin like that just felt so good.

and i wouldn’t want to have anyone else doing it.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #matt x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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midnight-pluto · 5 months

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Hi! <3 could you please write a mutual pining only one bed fic for a gn!reader and Nico di Angelo

MOVE OVER — nico di a.

TROPES: mutual pining, only one bed, fluff, crack-ish

UNIVERSE: riordanverse

PAIRING(S): nico di angelo x gn!reader

WARNING(S): mentions of injuries, takes place after the giant war, i slipped incorrect quote in here for funsies, also because im slightly high

A/N: mattresses don’t count as beds

THE INFIRMARY WAS bound to be filled to the brim after todays events. Even with the help of the Roman Apollo kids, it was still practically double the amount of kids injured making them bring out mattresses for all of them to be taken care of.

You were one of the many kids to get hurt during the battle, a gash on your thigh along with minor cuts and scrapes was bound to get you landed there. It was unfortunate that you ended up on the mattress on the ground but you understood.

There were others in deeper trouble.

Something you were glad that happened is that your mattress was the one closest to the window with only one bed next to you, and on that bed is someone you’d like to call you’re friend. However, you’re unsure if he would dub you the same.

Nico di Angelo — son of Hades. From what you understood, he had known of the existence of both the Greeks and Romans, yet chose to not let them know of each other. That was one of the many things you admired about him.

The way he always manages to show up in just enough time and helps turn the tide in his favor, or the way he was able to bare the fact that he was treated as an outcast just for his parent and not make the rumors true. He was someone who you truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

Nico was laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was instructed by Will to sleep but couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes for more than two minutes. He kept on glancing towards your figure laying soundlessly on the mattress on the ground.

You were one of the only ones to still smile at him whenever he passed by after the Titan War glory wore off. You were one of the only ones to not actively avoid him. One of the ones that didn’t send weary glances in his direction. You were someone who he truly respected.

Nothing more. Nothing less. Totally.

As the hour’s drifted past with nothing but murmurs and grunts filling the room Nico had drifted off to sleep along with it.

However, when he slept you awoke. Flashbacks from the past events and wars coming to haunt your dreams. Looking up only to see Nico’s back, only then do you make your move.

AS NICO BLINKED himself awake, he felt another presence in the bed. His hair was being played with was all he knew of, but it wasn’t a feeling he was opposed to. Tempted to relax once again, he fought off the urge and turned to face the other side of the bed for his eyes to only widen in surprise.

“Morning,” you smile, moving your hand away from his hair, “How’d you sleep last night?”

“What the hell,” Nico whisper shouted as to not alarm some of the sleeping patients, “What’re you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor.”

“I had a nightmare.”

“And you deciding sleeping on my bed was a solution to that problem,” he deadpanned, sitting up to face you and the pillow resting on your lap.

“Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this weird power dynamic vibe from me sleeping in the ground and you sleeping up there,” you say, pointing to mattress on the floor and patting the sheets of the bed.

“Ah yes! How high and mighty I am up on my not even twin XL,” he deadpans, observing his and the rest of the beds in the infirmary.

“That is not what I meant—“

“Silence in the presence of your king,” Nico dramatically turned away with his eyes closed, leaning on one hand while the other was holding up its index finger as if to shush you, “Who sleeps at a lofty twelve and a half inches above the ground!”

Sighing with an amused smile on your face, not getting to see this side of him all that often, “Listen, I am not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up into your bed and I’m sure you did too.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“You know what, I wanna know,” you lean your back against the headboard, “How’d you sleep last night?”

Sighing, he answers, “That was the best I’ve slept in a while.”

Gasping, you whisper, “The king slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!”

“I did not consent to this—“

“But my liege our love is forbidden,” you joke, laughing softly at his flushed ears and deadpan expression.

A/N: did I want to add more detail? yes. would it be just slightly out of place? yes

#rin’s 200 follower event [🧸]#rin’s shots 🤎#pjo x you #pjo x reader #pjo fanfic #pjo fluff #only one bed #nico di angelo #nico di angelo x reader #nico x reader

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undercovercameron · 2 years

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rise and shine

summary: a little early morning action after midsummers

notes: this timeline does not really exist because i find s2 rafe sexier + midsummer didn't happen then + in this one he doesn't snort coke or kill anybody so this is truly fictional. inspired by that ass (also there are probably hints to size kink and/or a size-coded reader and i happen to not be a small person but suspend ur imagination with me) theres also def some sort of taste kink these guys have going on but im disgusting so

tags: rafe cameron x female reader

word count: 2313 this is hella short and sweet these bitches are easy on the come up (pun intended)

A bird cawes to where it seems like it’s right next to your head, and you awake with a start, gasping.

You open your eyes, blinking furiously, and reach a hand to rub at them. Ew. Your eyes are crusty, and it feels like a thousand rocks smacked into your head. Fuck.

Sitting up slightly, you crack open an eyelid and peer around the room. It’s bright, lit by a window that someone had left open that lights the room in gold.

It’s nice in here, you realize. Too nice. Dark wood covers the walls and the bed you’re in has an expensive headboard and lamps on the side tables. You see the dress you were wearing to Midsummers across the way, eyebrows furrowing in thought.

A noise comes from your left, a groan. Something tightens around your torso, and you look down to see a big, tan arm slung across your waist. You fall to the pillow, turning on your side to face the owner of that arm.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you see his face.

It’s creased with sleep, a clear indent of the pillow beneath his head, and his hair is messy and in his face. His eyebrows are light, and his lips are pink and puffy. His face is relaxed, jaw sharp and cheeks slightly ruddy. He’s so sleepy, and he grunts again when you sink down back into the covers.

Rafe Cameron. You’re being spooned by Rafe Cameron, in nothing but a Kildare County summer gym shirt.

(It’s his.)

You settle, now aware of your surroundings and last night. You guess you had a little too much champagne and too much of your sister’s weed at Midsummers last night. But you’re not exactly complaining— I mean, he is a beautiful man. A little out of your league, maybe, but you have a feeling that doesn’t matter anymore. You rest your head against the headboard briefly, closing your eyes, but jerk forward.

You bring a hand to the back of your head, wincing, and touch the bruise forming there. You must’ve knocked your head against this headboard hundreds of times last night, and evidence that Rafe Cameron had you in his bed and left you with a bruise right where you’d be pressed up against the headboard makes your cheeks flush.

“Come back,” he murmurs, into his pillow, and his fingers tighten on your torso. You acede, sliding down to where you’re fully in his arm’s embrace and under the covers, and sigh contentedly. It’s cool in here, the morning ocean breeze filtering in through the same window that warns you it’s probably early morning. He hums when you turn to face him and bury your face in his pillow, submitting.

You take another moment to look at his face. Pretty. You can’t help but move a hand to cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb along his chin. He moves his face, trying to get comfortable, and a hint of a smile pushes at your lips.

His arm tightens, and then he’s turning to his other side and taking you with him. You squeak, being utterly manhandled, and resign to your position as a rag doll. You sling an arm around the curve of his waist and relax into the mattress.

He blinks into consciousness, squinting in the sunlight, and blows a breath out of his lips. You cringe, smelling the alcohol and hors d’oeuvres.

“That bad?” He mumbles, wiping at his mouth with a thumb, and you can’t help but giggle.

“No,” you whisper, and push with your elbow to lay a kiss on his mouth. He makes a pleased sound, lips moving against yours, and settles onto his back. His arms cage you to him, and you press your hands to his abdomen to lift yourself into his lap. You sit comfortably, hunching down to kiss him, and his hands wander your back. They settle on your hips and just squeeze, and you pull away to get a look at him again.

He’s shirtless, tan chest on display, and you see your own handiwork on his neck—bruising hickeys and bites into his previously unmarred skin. You’re sure you look the same. His legs shuffle under the covers, hips bucking, and you make a noise as he hikes you up his body.

“Hi,” you whisper, face level with him, and push an arm under his pillow to resign yourself into his neck. He just hums again, enjoying your warm body on top of his. His eyes are closed, relaxed, and you stroke a hand through his messy hair.

“Stop looking at me,” he grumbles, and you huff out a laugh.

“Sorry. Can’t help it.”

“Mhm.”

He opens his eyes then, seeing the curve of your hips on his own and just a hint of your head where it’s buried into his collarbone.

“C’mere,” he says, cupping your face in a warm palm, and brings your face up into his vision. Your eyes are closed, and he just admires you. They peek open when he feels your cheek in his palm, just testing the warmth, and you barely smile at him. “You’re sexy,” he says, voice hoarse and rumbling through his chest, and your back tingles.

Your eyes meet his blue ones, and then he’s rising with an arm pushed into the mattress and flipping you onto your back. You make a noise, and he dips to get his mouth on you to taste it. Your legs part, something holy in his mind, and he settles between them with a groan. You’re so warm. A hand pushes up the shirt, trying to touch your waist, and he bristles.

“Where did your underwear go?” His voice is curious, probably with bad intentions, but you just shrug.

“Dunno. Don’t need them,” you respond, quiet, and look up at him squarely. He just shakes his head, and kisses you again.

“Damn right,” he mumbles against your lips. You make a pitiful sound in your throat, desperate, and he can’t help but laugh a little. His hands find your hips, shoving your shirt halfway up to your chest, and his mouth slides from your lips to your neck to the hem of his shirt. He rolls it back up, pressing a kiss to your newly exposed sternum. Your fingers find his hair when he kisses at your breast, just gentle, and finds your nipple in his mouth. You arch up into him, so responsive, and it makes his hips twitch. He licks at one, hand cupping the other, and your eyes fall closed in the feeling. So good.

He’s ready to go again, you notice, and your legs tighten on his torso. He moves to the other nipple, just brushing it with his teeth, and your hips buck.

“So needy,” he mutters, lips caught on your skin, and you agree with a brief whine. It’s sort of humiliating, but you find you don’t really care. What’s so bad about him, anyways?

His hot mouth slides down your skin, kissing his way to your stomach, and two strong hands lift your thighs to brace his head. Your chest heaves at what’s coming. He glances up to your eyes once, eye contact locked, and kisses at the inside of your thigh. So light it feels ticklish, and your legs squeeze.

But his eyes fall away, face disappearing between your legs, and then he’s licking into you.

You grip his hair between your fingers, already making sounds that light his insides on fire, and he hums into your pussy. His grip tightens on your thighs, keeping them spread for him, and he hikes one leg over his strong shoulder. You cant your hips for him at the perfect angle, seeing his mouth seal itself between your thighs. You breathe out a moan high in your throat, and his lips close over your clit, sucking harshly.

“Rafe,” you sigh, eyes falling closed, and bathe in the feeling of his mouth. He just responds with a grunt, tongue pushing into you to taste all of you, and he gets a taste of something salty. Fuck. He must’ve cum inside of you last night. But that only spurs him on, seeking that taste again, and his hands curl around your thighs, pushing tight at your pelvis.

It’s delicious, the way he’s having you. Dirty from last night and burying his face between your legs. You jolt when he presses a kiss at your increasingly-sensitive clit, and he makes an appreciative sound.

“Please,” you say, desperate, and his head bobs with the effort of needing you to cum into his mouth once again. He goes for it messily, pulling back to spit on you, and pushes his tongue back into you. His thumb moves to you and rubs at your clit as he sucks firmly at your folds, licking you until you’re arching your back and whimpering.

His hips push down into the bed, searching for some stimulation, and groans when your wetness only increases. You push onto your elbows, wanting to see, and nearly cum on the spot. There’s a wet ring around his mouth, evidence of your need, and you fall back into the pillows.

“There you go, sweetheart,” he mutters quietly, and his thumb rubs quick circles. You try to buck your hips, trying to get both somehow closer and away from the sensation, but he pushes them back down and sucks.

Your back arches again, and then you’re making a fucking embarrassing noise, thighs shaking, and cum onto his tongue.

He laps it up greedily, tongue still moving as you ride through your orgasm, and chases you as you buck and shiver through it. Fuck, you taste so good.

He’s satisfied then, and pushes up to kiss you. You taste yourself, tangy and sweet, whining into his mouth, and he revels in your reaction. It makes his chest well with pride, getting you so warm so early in the morning.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh into his mouth, one hand snaking around his shoulder and the other entangled in his hair. It’s soft under your fingertips.

He pulls away, mouth wet, and has another look at you. You’re bared for him, breasts naked and chest flushed. Your cheeks are pink, and your eyes are more awake than they’ve ever been. You look so beautiful.

“You hungry?” He asks, muffled by another kiss, and you nod. He grunts, pushing up onto an arm and getting up from the bed.

You exhale in disappointment, sad that his warmth is leaving, and turn onto your side. But you like to watch him walk away, in that tight underwear that you recognize from last night. His broad frame disappears into the bathroom, and the sink turns on. You sigh, gathering your strength, and stumble into the bathroom after him. He’s brushing his teeth, and you mourn that you can’t taste yourself on him anymore.

You press yourself into his back, admiring the way he looks in the mirror, and he ducks to spit the toothpaste into the sink. Your hand snakes around his waist, fingers moving with less than honorable intentions, and you press your hand to his crotch. He’s hard.

He rinses his mouth, eyes flicking up to you in the mirror, and your cool hand slips past the waistband of his underwear. You grip him firmly between your fingers, and he slams the faucet closed with a forced exhale on his lips. You take his dick out of his underwear, thumb brushing past the tip, and move your hand hesitantly against the shaft.

He straightens, shoulders back with his hands pressed to the counter, and you kiss at his shoulder blade, wrist moving steadily. He grunts, head hanging, and his hips twitch when you focus on the tip.

“Fuck,” he breathes, looking at you through the mirror, and you mouth at his warm skin, wanting him to feel good. Your hand moves quickly, seeking his orgasm, and his head leans back, eyes rolling. You smile. He’s sort of slick, easy to move with, and you hum at the feeling.

“So good to me, Rafe,” you mumble, hand twisting, and he swallows. “You taste so good.”

It’s still so early in the morning, nobody else in the house moving around, but you’ve got him shuddering with just your hand and your mouth pressed to his strong back. His hips jerk, and your hand moves up to just the pink head, and then he’s groaning openly and cumming into your hand.

You slow, just wanting him to have the taste of overstimulation he gave you, and he nearly collapses into the sink.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he says your name for the first time this morning, and you smile at his shoulder. Your hand pulls away, and you’re licking it before he can catch you.

He turns, catching you around the wrist, and guides your fingers into your mouth, watching the way you suck and clean them of his cum. It’s so erotic that he knows he’ll be hard again if you’re not careful.

“Now we can have breakfast,” you whisper, licking your lips one last time, and lean in for a kiss. He dodges you first, evil, and your eyebrows furrow. But he just takes your neck in his hand and gets his mouth on you, making a satisfied noise. You hum, shoulders slumping, and wind your arms around his neck.

“We could also just stay here,” he mumbles, and you pull away to just look at him. “I could have you again.” His voice is low, still kind of hoarse, and your legs squeeze together. He notices, smirking, and grabs a handful of your ass.

“Not yet,” you reply, finger pressed against his lips. “I need some food in me.”

“You need a lot of things in you, honey,” he says, and you roll your eyes.

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the-record · 17 days

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YOU’RE GONNA GO FAR

SUMMARY: you’d wait up for the rest of your life for nelly.

PAIRING: nell jackson x readership

WARNINGS: honestly a homoerotic friendship bc duh!!! death and grief

A/N: disclaimer that i have no idea if these times and dates r accurate but used my best context clues!!! anyways i actually like this one a lot :))

‘YOU’RE THE GREATEST THING WE’VE LOST’

tottenham, 1698

you didn’t understand. she was leaving? with some man, captain jackson, none of you knew.

“but why?” you ask, feeling out of breath. “what about george and roxy?” your eyes fill with tears as you pace in-front of nelly. “what about me?”

she stops you, grabbing your hands and pulling you in-front of her. she’s sitting on your bed, legs spread just enough to be ‘un-ladylike’. “george and roxy have pa, they’ll be fine.” her hands grip yours tighter than they ever have as she stares into your eyes. youre sure she can see your soul, can read your every thought. “and you’ll be fine. some fella will want you, im sure of it.”

you scoff and shake off her hands. “i don’t want some fella nelly, i want you to be here!” you laugh as you shake your head in disbelief. “don’t know why i try, you wont listen anyways.” the sun sets slowly outside your window and you watch as it gets darker. “think you should be getting home.” nelly sighs like she wants to say more but you shake your head. “not a suggestion, go home.”

she knows better than to fight you on it, no matter how much she wants to stay here and help you make sense of it. you avoid her gaze as she walks out, not responding to the quiet ‘bye’ she says as she leaves.

it’s been days since nelly talked to you, she was getting nervous you wouldn’t say goodbye when they left tomorrow.

“nelly,” roxy’s got george in her arms as she helps around the pub. “she came round, said to meet you by some tree.” nelly doesn’t need roxy to clarify who ‘she’ is before she sets off.

she finds you sitting the base of the tree, your back against the trunk. hair tucked in a bonnet and laundry dress on, nelly doesn’t think you’ve ever looked more beautiful.

she slows down as she gets closer, taking the time to walk the distance and pray you dont hate her. she doesn’t think she could handle that. you look up when she’s just a few feet away and give her a gentle, friendly smile. nelly is out of breath, but trying, and failing, to hide it. flopping down beside you, she stares while waiting for you to speak.

“i’m sorry.” it’s quiet, and maybe unsure. you don’t look at her when you say it, eyes favoring the field across the path. “wasn’t trying to be mean,” you start. “feel like im gonna be here forever. and i just…” you trail off and pick at the grasses. “just scared of missin’ you.” your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your chest at the admission.

but she finds it endearing and sweet. and she finds that a part of her feels the same. “i hope you do,” she teases. “need a reason to come home, don’t i?” you smack her shoulder, but you laugh. nelly saves the sweet sound in the back of her mind.

“i’m always gonna be waiting up for you, nell.”

true to your word, you wait for six years. 2,361 days of waiting when word finally comes.

nelly, your nelly, dead. alongside that horrible captain jackson who stole her all those years ago. you blame him.

a light switches off after that.

roxy becomes bit more reserved, she works more. she dedicates the rest of her free time to her pa and george. they fight over nelly, over the gravestone he wouldn’t buy.

sam was always hardheaded, but even more so now. he pretends her death doesn’t affect him, but in the quiet at night in the privacy of his room, he thinks of her.

george was too young to ever really know nelly, but she feels a sort of loss. she grieves the sister she never got to truly experience.

you cut off the trotters, suddenly their existence being to strong of a reminder. you dream about her nearly every night.

“m’lady,” nelly snatches your hand and pulls you towards her as you walk through the field. she kneels and you fake gasp. “will you give me your hand in marriage?” her toff impression makes you laugh but you try to hold it in as you nod. a dandelion turned ring is placed on your marriage finger. “connects to your heart y’know.”

you inspect it carefully, catching it in the low sun. “i suppose that’ll do.”

you don’t sleep much anymore.

you’re on your way to your shift at the laundry when roxy shows up in-front of you, completely out of breath. she doesn’t say a word, just takes your hand and pulls you with her. you trust the girl not to question it and follow her to the talbot.

an army man stands talking to sam by the bar but youre only confused for a moment.

“nelly?” roxy’s voice is breathless, ever so slightly deeper than the last time you talked. more mature. but you don’t have time to worry about that when the army man turns.

and nelly makes sense now.

she’s here, ginger curls tucked under a hat. freckles still decorating her cheeks. lips cracked and split on one side, but forever the prettiest shade of pink.

she catches roxy and you think you may fall over yourself. because she’s dead. for a year now. you worry your imagining it all, stuck in a nightmare. but when she calls your name and youre pulled out of a trance, you know she’s real. she’s here. alive.

“you’re dead.” you whisper, not truly meaning to. she’s confused for a moment, looking over to roxy who nods in agreement.

nelly raises her eyebrows. “well that explains the way everyone’s looking at me.”

your head shakes and you have to take a step back, then forward, before ultimately turning on your heel and leaving. walking as far as your tired legs will take you. over to the graveyard and to her ‘headstone’ roxy and george made her.

nelly jackson. 1683-1704.

you didn’t imagine it. youre not sure how long you’ve been there when they girls come up behind you, chatting away. making up for lost time. you still can’t wrap your head around it.

a letter told you all of her passing alongside captain jackson, her husband. you grieved the girl for months. watched as the trotters changed to fit the loss of her soul.

yet now she walks side by side the girls and stops beside you at the wooden cross. “well.” you stand up and look from her to the cross. “roxy, george, give us a minute. yeah?” the girls walk away, a newfound pep.

“i don’t get it.” you say as your hand wipes down your face. “you dont write, visit, send any word for six years. you die, and now youre here.” your hands flail as you speak. “seven years, nelly, seven. and now youre back?”

she’s quiet for a moment, thinking of what to say. “nell.”

you laugh sarcastically, utterly confused. “what?”

“nell.” she says again. “not nelly anymore.”

you could slap her. she deserves it. “are you bloody serious?” and when you laugh again, it’s not the one she saved in a box in her mind. it’s empty. “that’s all you have to say.”

“i was widowed, captain jackson, he was blown up at the battle of blenheim.” nelly, nell, explains. “apparently i was too.” she adds. “didn’t know or i would’ve found someone to write.”

it’s enough for now. enough to satisfy you and break your heart. enough to fill you with guilt. “oh nell.” your arms find their way around her neck, clicking into place like a puzzle piece. her own wrap around your waist and bring you close. you stay like that for a moment, not nearly long enough. “i waited for you.”

nell laughs, a real true laugh that lets your reality set in place. she’s here. truly really here with you. “i knew you would.”

childish as it may be, you slept over at the trotters several times after nell’s return. you had a lot to catch up on after all.

the night’s were quiet, the both of you speaking softly as to not wake anyone.

“my mum’s hounding me to find a husband,” you sigh, playing with a rogue curl by her face. her own hand traces along your side while she listens intently. “i dread the day she finds one for me.”

nell’s quiet for a moment. she takes in the moment. you laying down beside her with your arm reaching towards her face. she’s propped up her head with a hand and is memorizing your features. not new, but now different than they used to be. a part of her wishes to stay here forever. another dreams to explore the world.

“i could make a good husband.” she jokes. but you don’t laugh, don’t even smile. she sees you adopt this far off look and she worries she’s upset you. “hey,” you snap back and nod, a fake smile adorning your face after a moment. “what’s wrong?” she whispers, leaning ever so slightly closer.

but you shake your head and dismiss it. “tired.” nell knows you’re lying, you could stay up all night. but she doesn’t push, she instead nods and blows out the candle. she lays down and let’s you slide closer until your head finds her shoulder and your eyes close. “take me with.”

nell hums, confused. “what’d you mean?”

“next time you leave.” you say softly.

“i’m tired of waiting up.”

‘AND WE’LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER’

#! kates babes !#nelly jackson x reader #nell jackson #nell jackson x reader #renegade nell #nelly jackson #roxy trotter #george trotter #sam trotter

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judasgot-it · 7 months

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Hihi!! So uh, Im not sure if your requests are open or not but, could you write a Dazai x GN!reader fic based on the song "Memories"by Conan Gray? If your requests aren't open then thats fine anyways have a nice day! :D

oh we are so ON I fucking love abusing Dazai. Also sorry about this one dude I am like going THROUGH IT but dw I'm getting better

also btw song recommendations cause I was also listening to it when writing this fic:

Bad Man - Alex G

Memories - Conan Gray

Scenario: Ex! Dazai coming back to the reader over and over again.

You didn't know how you felt.

A million feelings passed through your heart as you gazed through the glass, staring straight into the hallway.

Of course the bastard chose now to come here, at fuck off o'clock, when he could have done it at any other time.

"Y/n. Please let me in."

His voice was quiet. Defeated.

It was fake, you had to keep reminding yourself of that.

He was playing it all up. An act.

You didn't want to let yourself open the door.

It was cruel to leave him out in the rain.

You looked out the window again. The bastard was still there, staring blankly at your door. He knew how to look miserable.

Like a wet, abandoned dog.

Fucker.

"Dazai. Go home. Please."

You hoped he heard you. Resting your head against the door, you waited for him to respond.

Knocks.

He knocked three times. You could feel his knucks rap against the door, impatient.

You sighed. It was hopeless. He wouldn't give up.

"Y/n. Please."

His face was more miserable than you imagined as you swung the door open. His wet hair was pressed against his forehead, his eyebrows furrowing so deep they nearly hid his mocha eyes. The way he stared at you made you want to run away - it was intense, something more than human.

The only thing that blocked him from your home was your body. He stepped towards you. A small one, where you could see the rain dripping from his body start to leech onto your carpet.

You averted his gaze and stepped aside, letting him walk inside freely.

This would end the same as it always did.

"Close the door, I'll get you a towel."

Keeping your gaze anywhere else but him, you walked inside of your house, letting him inside. He was quiet as he got comfortable, but it grated on your ears - how he knew where to put his shoes, how he stepped right into your kitchen, sitting in the same seat he always sat in.

There was a corner seat along your kitchen bar, dedicated just for him. One that had a chair that wobbled as he sat upon it, creaking with his weight.

He was sitting in your home as if he belonged there.

It forced you to stare back at him, as he stared at the painting on your wall, his hair dripping all over your tiled floor.

His coat was hung on the coat rack, as if it belonged there.

"I'm making tea."

Maybe if you ignored him, he would go away. Like a recurring nightmare where you could never run away fast enough.

Unfortunately, his presence was a little too big to be ignored. Like his cologne, with the way it smelled as sweet as a rotting body, forcing you to feel him through all of your senses.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for what I said."

"I don't want to hear that. I meant what I said last time. It's over Dazai, we're over."

You didn't let him look into your eyes as you kept your eyes on the kettle, using it as a sort of shield. At this point you were hoping he would be stupid to come behind you, so then you could throw it at him. Then you could see him have a reason to finally use the bandages covering his skin.

The exhaustion was getting to you. The idiot was wearing you down, he knew how to make people break.

It was easy to give him the satisfaction.

"I really do love you. You mean everything to me."

A deep breath. The air filled your lungs, making you realize that you had hunched over a little too much. Picking your head up, you got the bravery to look Dazai in the face again.

He truly looked pathetic, his wet hair plastered to his cold skin.

But his eyes looked as dead as ever. You couldn't see anything past them.

These really were just words to him.

"If you cried would it mean anything to you anymore?"

Dazai blinked at you. He slowly raised his eyebrow, giving you a moment to rethink your sentence.

You kept your face calm. The wait felt like walking through hell.

"I meant what I said Y/n."

He repeated his words, ignoring what you said entirely. There was a small smile on his face, as if that would change the situation at all.

Tonight would end the same as it always had. You tried to change the ending but Dazai was imperiable to your efforts. He was wearing you down like an old kitchen knife.

"I meant what I said too, Dazai. You need to leave."

You could feel how hard he hit his own face, as if punishing himself for the rejection. The laughter that shook his wet body was nearly mechanical - a little too loud for what the room could ever call for.

Dazai truly looked strange as he shook in his chair - his chair, as no one else could claim a chair that was bound to break at a moment's notice.

"Please, Y/n. Please. Stop. Why do you do this to me?"

He leaned his back against the wall, with only two legs on the ground. Like a child, he rocked like that, back and forth.

"Please, please, please. I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry. I'm here and I'm sorry. I'll let you kick me, I-"

He hit his head against the back of the wall, making a sound you'd rather not hear again from the man.

"I'll do anything. I'll let you kick me, spit on me. I'll be your dog for as long as you want, I'll beg. I'm begging right now Y/n, just please! I need you, I'm not anything without you."

He was crying, his voice great at lying. His face was too.

But his eyes still looked dead. It was all fodder.

The light behind his eyes, if you can ever even recall there ever being one, was out. All that was staring at you were two dead marbles. They had no destination, their game having ended long ago.

"I don't know why I let you in here."

The kettle began to scream. Your body ran to shut the heat off, for a second successfully ignoring Dazai.

You found yourself watching your hands as they automatically pulled out two sets of cups, getting ready to your tea. You had to force yourself to stop as you looked back at Dazai, still in his claimed spot.

He didn't live here anymore.

"I thought you were making tea?"

You stared at him, looking back to the box of tea on your counter. It was waiting for the two of you, like it always had after your fights.

A peace offering, even after the worst of them.

"No. Dazai, I'm sorry."

It was horrible, the way your voice began to choke. You tried to swallow it at first, but it felt futile.

"I can't keep doing this, Dazai. It's over. You have to go home."

It was frustrating - how you had tears welling up in your eyes, how your face began to swell. But it was worth saying.

"We can talk it out Y/n. I know I messed up, but I promise we can be better next time. We can work it out!"

"Get out. Please, just get out."

You turned away from him, putting away his mug in the cabinet.

Your mug. You bought it, with your money.

"While you're at it, go get your things that you haven't bothered to pick up."

Doing the best you could, you kept your back turned away from him, making your own cup of tea. Just the way you liked it, without bothering to think of how he liked his.

It left half of a kettle of hot water left. You elected to ignore it still.

It took a good minute or two as you waited for Dazai to get the message. He was sitting in that chair, waiting for you to get the mug out, to pour him a drink again.

Instead, you found the view of your blank wall much more interesting.

In your mind it was between nothing and forever when he finally stood up - knowing the way around your apartment and grabbing the items he quite possibly left on purpose, and to the time he got to the door.

He didn't leave just yet. The door didn't open.

"It's still raining."

He said that, waiting for you to respond.

Your eyes had drawn the face of Steve Jobs on the wall instead, trying your best to ignore him. It was hard too, since you could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks in waves.

It took forever when he had finally cleared his throat, taking one step towards the door. You didn't respond.

It was a long moment between that step and the next.

Then the next. And the next. And another.

The door clicked open after that, closing rather loudly. The loudest Dazai's lack of a presence ever felt in your life.

ok I think I'm finally done doing sad angsty stuff with Dazai. It's just too damn easy ! (I say this when I had this in my drafts for MONTHS)

#dazai x y/n #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd dazai #sorry yall but IM WORKING THERE I SWEAR ON IT !!!

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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Hi hi!! I'm the anon who requested the Kiyoomi buying something for you when he wasn't supposed to. I absolutely loved it, it's so cute!! And thank you for saying that! I'm actually honored to be the first ask hehe

If it's possible, could I request for a cheeky gremlin Omi who had a long dah just swoops in and holds something hostage and won't give it back until you kiss him but he won't say it out loud?

Could I also be ❄ anon?

Again, stay safe and take care of yourself! Give yourself a bit of a break every now and then, okay?

hello again sweetheart!! i’m very glad you liked the req, and of course !! i’m glad to have such a sweet first anon

and ofc, i personally love cheeky omi, he’s just too much. i hope you enjoy my dear ❄️ anon , and please do be kind to yourself as well <333

PHONES AT THE DINNER TABLE.

[ K. SAKUSA.]

it was muggy as kiyoomi drove home. the hard drizzle of rain pattered against the car window and the cold air bit at his pale skin- even with the windows up. this atmosphere was not good to his already dampened spirit seeing as practice didn’t go well today. he kept hitting the ball into the net and his syncing was way off. it really put him into a bad mood, and now with the weather, he swore you could see a grey storm cloud following him everywhere overhead.

he pulled into the driveway of your shared home and sluggishly pulled his duffle bag from the passenger seat. it took him three minutes to unlock the door, because it kept slipping out of the key hole. this adding to his annoyance. he felt his temper bubble in his chest and bleed into his throat, threatening to spill until he saw you.

you were setting out all his favorite food onto the dinner table, hair a mess and so absorbed in your task that you hadn’t noticed kiyoomi come in. he quietly toed his shoes off, making his way to you. a devious thought popped into his head.

you took your phone out your pocket to take a picture of the pretty lay out of food you made for your lover, when it’s snatched up from behind you. you yelp, twisting to find your 6’4 boyfriend sporting a boyish grin.you smile at his breathlessly , still a bit surprised from his appearance but hug him anyway. your lover’s arms wind around your waist, and you feel every bit of tension melt off his strong shoulders. giving his back a few rubs and the base of his neck a few squeezes, he sighs happily. he truly did miss you.

he pulls back and peers down at you. you smile up at him, “ how was your day, kiyo? sit down, you must be hungry,” you say, ushering him towards a seat. he does so, moving his hair from his face. you pat your pockets, then laying your eyes on him and letting out a breathy laugh. “ baby, my phone,” you tell him. he laughs slightly. giving him a bored look, you move to take it from him, but he simply stands and you’re all of a sudden no match for him. he’s enormous. you huff, “ kiyo, give me my phone,” you instruct.

he laughs. “ what will you do if i don’t , huh? bite my ankles?” and at that, you scoff. you make another reach for your device, thwarted by his long arms. “you’re so mean, kiyo, i literally made you food and this is how you repay me? little biTCH-“ he doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence. he swiftly tucks the phone into his pocket and picks you up- your thighs caging his waist as he holds them to support you. instinctively, your arms find a place around his neck. “‘m not mean, baby, im just teasing,” he mumbled , kissing your face, “had a long day, and you’re cute when you’re upset,” he giggles to you. this brings a smile to your face, cheeks nearly crushing your eyes when you give him a big, wet kiss. he feigns disgust but does little to wipe his mouth or tell you to stop. “ maybe if you had just told me how your day was, instead of stealing my phone, you would’ve felt better by now,” you deadpan playfully. he pouts at you , tilting his head, “ hmm, maybe you’re right but,” he gets real close, “ i wouldn’t be holding you then, would i?” he whispers. you’re flustered momentarily.

it’s silent between you two for a second. the close proximity urges you to kiss him- so you do. cupping his pale cheeks and nose bumping his, he feels his heart swell at the tenderness you handle him with. his lips move languidly against yours, effortlessly, as if that’s what they were made for. to kiss you. just for you. only you. he puts you down when you break away, handing you your phone.

“let’s eat,” he says, sitting again. he sees your raised brow and hand-on-hip pose, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “ and i’ll tell you about my day, you big baby.”

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi headcanons #sakusa domestic fluff #sakusa kiyoomi domestic fluff #sakusa x gn reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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sunny-reis · 9 months

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OMG HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AKITO!! may i request akito x reader cuddling after a long, rough day? if thats cool. oneshot if you do :) have a good one 🤞

oneshot - tired cuddles with akito

you're the coffee that i need in the morning; you're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring

an: OUUYDHDHHDFH TYSM !! 🫶🫶 tbh i thought the other akito oneshot would end up being garbage bc i'm not as familiar with him or vivid bad squad (*'-'*) tbh i've been feeling touch starved lately so im gonna focus more on the affection here lolz (worry not it'll be a balance of fluff and mild angst)

tags: gender neutral reader, just a tidbit of angst (having a shitty day), intimacy

there's no way today could possibly get any worse.

at least, you hope so. sometimes you hit rock bottom and think it can only go uphill from there, but life comes back with a pickaxe, ready to dig until you're truly at your worst.

like today. you think you must've woken up on the wrong side, since absolutely nothing went right – you spilled cereal on your kamiyama high school uniform in a hurry, almost missed the bus, nearly fell asleep (and got yelled at for it) in math class, noticed your backpack was ripping just a second too late, and came home at the wrong moment, when the sprinklers were on, and ended walking inside completely soaked. needless to say, you’ve had a miserable day.

the thick piles and piles of homework to do don't help, either. as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, the deep pit in your stomach envelopes you in guilt. even though you've been trying to get up and start doing whatever you can get your hands on, maybe pre-calculus worksheets or an analysis of “the most dangerous game,” you find you simply can't, being too drained to do anything but lament in your head. mentally and physically, you barely have the strength to make it through the rest of the day.

hours go by, the bright afternoon sky becoming a beautiful purple-pink sunset around dusk, and you still haven't moved from your bed. your parents came in a handful of times to try and get you to let it out, but to no avail – you don’t foresee yourself getting up any time soon. it's only when your stomach rumbles that you sit up and pad downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen.

pouring out a handful of cheerios into a bowl, you zone out, staring out the window overlooking the backyard. although you feel slightly better after a session of moping and lying in bed for hours on end, time goes by viscously; you find you’re still not out of the mental slump, and everything feels too overwhelming. the hair on your arms is too prickly, your sweatshirt too warm, and you have the sudden urge to claw at your skin. sighing, you trudge back upstairs and quietly shut the door, sitting down at your desk. after putting your phone on silent, you browse soap2day for a random movie to drown everything out with (and hopefully forget about the rest of the day).

after finish watching howl’s moving castle for the nth time, you sit up in your chair, stretching and yawning. although you still somehow feel like garbage, imagining yourself as a character sure felt relieving (and fed your escapism, but that’s a worry for another day). shutting your laptop down, you crawl into bed to try and sleep; the analog clock on your night stand reads 11:37. placing your phone on the table, you pull the covers over yourself in attempt to drift off.

unfortunately, your attempts were only fruitful for forty-five minutes at most. you awake to an abrupt thud on your window. brows furrowed, you shrug off the covers to see just what’s going on; opening the window, you’re met with the unexpected presence of an abashed akito crouched on the roof.

“akito? what the hell are you doing here, and at this hour?” you ask, eyes wide.

“can you let me in first? it’s cold and windy and i think i might fall.” facepalming, you help him crawl through the window, shivering at the suddend draft and closing it.

“so, care to answer my question?” you pick at him, flopping down on the bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i should be asking you that, honestly,” he shrugs, “i tried texting and calling you but i didn’t get anything back, so here i am.”

“oh…” you laugh sheepishly, “sorry about that, i had a shitty day and couldn’t stand having my phone go off.”

“aw, what happened?” akito asks, joining you in bed. you glance at the door, checking to see if it’s locked. although your parents are more than welcoming of akito, seeing him with you alone would be a bit of an unpleasant shock. leaning on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over the two of you, you recount your eventful day to him as he fiddles with a lock of your hair.

“and i didn’t even get to have lunch in between all that.” you add, whining. although you now find the events just a little funny, you still cringe in embarrassment when thinking about being yelled at by a teacher in public.

“i’m sorry all that happened,” says akito, pulling you closer to him, “but you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, right?”

“yeah,” you pout.

“well, are you feeling any better than before? if not, i know just what to do.”

“i think so? i watched howl’s moving castle and it made me feel a little better.”

“i think christian bale tends to have that effect on people.”

“for sure!” you not, “but yeah, i feel…icky, i guess.”

“maybe you should take a shower, sometimes that helps,” he offers, “but you should probably do that in the morning, you’ll get sick if you shower now.” you roll your eyes.

“really? that’s such a mom thing to say.”

“hey, don’t come to me if you shower and get a cold!”

“nah, i’m too tired to shower right now. since, y’know, i was in the middle of sleeping until someone woke me up.” akito laughs sheepishly.

“is it really my fault if you made me worried sick? i mean, i was just fulfilling my role as the caring boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you laugh, laying down on his lap.

the two of you spend a while chatting in bed until god-knows-what time, when you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. akito makes a show out of tucking you in, giving you a quick peck before climbing back out the window. you melt away into a dreamy sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of akito’s warm embrace.

#akito shinonome #pjsk #project sekai #akito imagines #akito x reader #akito oneshots #pjsk x reader #pjsk imagines #pjsk oneshots #gn reader #gender-neutral reader

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davidlcki · 2 years

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Holy i love ur writing so much !!! I thought of a fic where the reader is feeling really unwell mentally, you know we all have bad days and maybe it is something about her body image? Just insecurity, and then battinson is comforting her 🥺

kiss it better

thank you for this request anon!!! i hope i did your idea justice, i tried not to make anything to descriptive so it’s more inclusive for everyone. enjoy!

pairing: pattinson! bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: reader is depressed and insecure, most of the fic is about these topics. it’s not too harsh, but please do not read if you think it may upset you!

things these past few weeks have been bad. you were not doing well mentally, making it hard for you to do much of anything. in times like this bruce tries his absolute best to make you feel okay, and in the end it usually worked.

on this particular day, you hadn’t got out of bed. it was 4pm, the sky roared with thunder, and rain slapped against the bedroom window.

“mrs. L/N, are you alright?” alfred’s voice floats through the closed bedroom door. you decide to respond with a hum instead of actual words, causing alfred to push open the door slowly. you look at him from the bed, and he gives you a sympathetic frown.

“here, at least try to shower, it could help you feel better” alfred walks into the master bathroom before you could protest and turns the shower handles. he then hands you a glass of water and rushes off, leaving no room for you to argue or even say thank you. you shake your head, a small smile appearing on your lips as you finally dragged yourself from your spot on the bed. you were thankful for alfred, more than he knew.

the shower itself was nice, it felt good to freshen up. after your shower however, was not so nice. you stood in front of the full length mirror, observing. you shake your head softly as you observed everything you thought was wrong with you. you could pinpoint every single flaw. your hips, legs, tummy, arms, shoulders, face. you name it, there was something wrong with it in your eyes. a sigh escapes your lips as your eyes rake your body up and down. you were just in your underwear.

you didn’t notice as the tears welled up in your eyes, or when the door to the bedroom opened. you were too engulfed in your negative thoughts to see anything else. that was, until he spoke.

“Y/N?” bruce questions, he was in a suit, back from some meeting alfred dragged him to that morning. you finally snapped out of your thoughts, quickly turning to him and frantically wiping your tears.

“hey” you slap a half assed smile on your face, a poor attempt to cover up your emotions.

“what’s wrong? what- what happened?” bruce was utterly concerned as he walked closer to you. “nothing, i promise i’m okay bruce” you look up at him with your best ‘im alright’ face, but it was faltering, and bruce wasn’t falling for it.

“you can tell me.” bruce looks deeply into your watering eyes, your lip starts to shake as you look down in defeat.

“it’s just. i’m- i don’t. i don’t like, how i look.” finally, you spit it out, and instantly broke down. bruce dosent think he’d ever felt more pain within him as you sob against his chest. he soothed you as you cried, and once you calmed down a little he motioned for you to sit.

“hey. you are fucking beautiful. every part of you. from here,” bruce kisses the top of your forhead, and kisses the rest of his way down to your ankles. he kisses every spot he thinks is absolutely beautiful about you, making sure to point it out as he goes. “to here.” he looks up at you, frowning at the way you thought about yourself because to him, you were the epitome of perfect.

“i don’t expect to magically change your mind, but truly, you are the most beautiful, stunning human being i have ever laid eyes on. i love you, Y/N.” bruce’s words were straight from the heart, and he moves up to connect his lips with yours softly. you reciprocate, engulfing his presence as you hold each other.

“how did i get so lucky” you ask while bruce wipes your tears gently. some days felt impossible to get through, but with bruce by your side, things were a little more bearable.

“i could ask the same”

just wanna say that everyone reading this is beautiful and im so sorry if you can relate to any of this. i’m here for you all and my dms are open to anyone who needs help ❤️

#fanfiction #dc universe #one shot #batman #batman x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne x reader #dc oneshots #robert pattinson x y/n #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson one shot #robert pattinson #pattinson!bruce wayne #the batman

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halothenthehorns · 26 days

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Magnus didn't even pretend like he wasn't going to stop and hear this story as he looked as wildly around at Percy as everybody else, only Annabeth didn't look surprised.

Percy relaxed back in his seat, kicking his feet out and crossing his ankles without a care in the world. "Rachel had been asking me about how that dog appeared to get us out of the arena, so I explained some of the details she didn't get and about how she was at camp now. Rachel was so upset she couldn't see her again that I IM'd Beckendorf to bring her to the city, we were going to meet up at the zoo. I hoped the Mist would blend her in as an elephant or something. So he flies in on Guido with Mrs. O'Leary right behind him, but he can't stick around because he's got some project that might explode the whole camp if he's not there to watch it and he runs off and, well-"

"You didn't exactly think that one through," Annabeth helpfully added.

"I did not think that one through," he sighed, "Mrs. O'Leary took no interest in Rachel and she started running around the place like crazy to sniff everything. So we're chasing her, I'm still half trying to explain what the heck a stygian ice whistle even is and why I don't have one, and she," he paused and sighed, truly sorry for what had happened, "she tried to jump headfirst into the elephant exhibit. The problem was, there's this platform thing she tried to leap off, and I guess she'd never done that trick before because she didn't go over them, she tried to go through them. Her head went in and didn't come out of some bars. So, she's crying, Rachel's promising her lawyers will sort out any damage this rogue delivery truck has apparently caused, and I'm standing there feeling like the worst person in the entire world."

"Time to call mom," Annabeth nodded without surprise.

"I panicked, it was the only thing I could think to do," Percy agreed, "I didn't know how to get her out without hurting her and I didn't think Beckendorf would answer a second IM, or have time to make a rainbow to call anyone anyways!"

He'd wanted Annabeth so bad in that moment, but she'd still been on the other side of the country not exactly speaking to him if it wasn't a war update. He was grateful Rachel must have brought it up at some point though he couldn't remember, since none of this was news to her now. It felt great, the perfect kind of normal to have her telling this story with him even when she hadn't been there. They might as well have been sitting around a fire at camp with the audience talking about their latest quest.

"Rachel has my mom's number and calls her to come down. She gets there and puts her hands on my shoulder and just tells me, Percy, cut her loose."

He still face palmed like he had then, though thankfully not one of them had suggested that obvious answer as they all watched in various levels of concern even knowing everybody had made it out of this okay.

"I jump over and use Riptide to cut through the bars like nothing while my mom starts scratching the spot above her tail, she could only reach because she'd come down there in her heels," he added sheepishly, only finding out later she'd been late to a meeting with a publisher for his non-emergency like the hectic child he always was. "Mrs. O'Leary knocked over a few concrete pillars and trees, I think her tail got hurt more than anything," he finished affectionately. "She gets out and spins around, and even though I'm the one who got her out, I think she realized who it was to thank, cause she starts giving my mom a whole bath and nuzzling her. It's probably a miracle she let my mom out of her sight again. My mom talked the zoo people into letting us take home like twenty pounds of raw meat and tack it to our bill and we took her back to our place. Mom went upstairs and cooked it up real quick and threw it out the window for her while Rachel and I checked her all over to make sure there was nothing really wrong with her from what we googled." He finished in relief.

"So what I got out of all that is, you should just stay far away from zoo's," Thalia nodded without surprise.

"My takeaway is, Percy literally can't go on a quest without a girl saving his ass," Alex snickered.

"Both life lessons I willingly accept," Percy chuckled.

#here's an early excerpt from Last Olympian #on the time Sally met Mrs. O'Leary #I'm rereading it and had to write this out right now #subject to change upon publishing the whole chapter of course #pjo #hoo #Mrs. O'Leary #Sally Jackson #Percy Jackson #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #alex fierro #Magnus Chase #nico di angelo #will solace #rachel elizabeth dare #HDYSG #How Do You Say Gods #if anybody has any other renditions of this meeting I'd love to hear it!

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equallyshaw · 1 year

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toronto birthday, pt 2 to california christmas with jamie drsdale.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part one:

Can be read as a stand-alone :)

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tara sat in her mom's kitchen in toronto, and was eating a snack while she read a book. it was currently may, and the ducks were officially out of the playoffs contention, so she had been waiting for jamie to come back now that he was free to. she had missed him since she visited him for spring break, and hadn't seen him since march. delilah her mom's girlfriend walked in with coffee and she silently thanked her.

"have you heard from him?" she questioned, and tara shook her head. "he'll text, dont worry t." delilah reassured her and she smile softly as delilah walked out. her brother jonathan strolled in, stealing a sip from his sister's coffee. "ew, thats grosss." she complained, making jonathan laugh out loud. jonathan leaned on the counter across from her, "have you heard anything? z?" tara questioned her older brother and he shook his head. though he was lying, so was delilah.

tara walked into toronto cafe, later that afternoon to grab some coffee and a cinnamon roll to snack on. she sat down, texting away on her phone with her bestfriend lauren who was in on what was gonna be happening the next day. "tara?" she heard from next to her and she knew that voice. it was her ex boyfriend, erik. she looked up and it was indeed him. his eyes flickered to the empty chair in front of her and then back at her. she noticied that and caved. "would you like to sit?" she questioned and he nodded softly, not trying to ruin the moment.

"how have you been?" she asked sipping her iced coffee, and he smiled. a genuine smile. "im good, schools good. how have you been?" he asked sipping his hot latte. "its been fine, as expected." she mused, a small smile shown. "hows dad? mom? brothers?" he asked leaning back in his chair. she mirrored him, "they are good! brothers trucking away at hockey ofcourse. dad is about to celebrate hit anniversary and mom is mom." she stated. he nodded, "you doing anything for your birthday?" he questioned, curiously. she shrugged, "i haven't heard anything." she said honestly, as if her birthday was not tomorrow. "really? nothing?" he questioned, taken back a bit. "nada. everybody has been busy. though my best friend promised to take me to timmies for coffee and breakfast." she rememberd. he nodded, "lauren?" he asked and tara nodded. "well-- if you don't have anything happening...i'd love to take you out for old time sakes." he said nervously, trying to gage her reaction. she sighed, unsure. "i dont know erik.." she said looking behind him for a brief moment. and that's when she saw him. jamie.

her eyebrows creased, as the two met eye to eye. his sling completley gone, his skin golden, even more freckles kissed upon his cheeks and nose. his mouth parted, mid step; unsure if he should order coffee or leave. he wasn't meant to be seen, but he also wasn't expecting to see tara the girl he truly liked; sitting nonchalantly with her ex. her pos ex. she looked down at her coffee feeling like she had been caught red handed, she wasn't hiding anything, she didn't come with or expect to see erik. she looked back up, about to go up to him but he was gone. the sound of the door a second later. she stood up, grabbing her coffee and without a goodbye; she hurried after jamie.

"jamie!" she screamed jogging over towards him. he had his toronto car with him, and he hopped in ignoring the girl. "jamie!" she screamed again, and stopped next to his door. he didn't move, and a few seconds later he looked over at her. he saw the confusion and hurt written all over her face. "jamie." she said, defiently. he sighed, rolling down his window to reveal trevor next to him. "you fools!" she yelled, grinning. "what do you want tara? seems like your occupied." jamie said with attitude, his eyes flicking back to see erik walking out looking for tara. she looked back to and growled. "im not with him. he happened to be there at the same time i was. that's it. i would never reach out to him. i promise. im not hiding a thing!" she defended, hoping to see the genuineness in her eyes. jamie looked down at her, before trevor told her to hop in. as she did so, jamie hit trevor softly in the ribs; without her seeing.

the two boys drove her to her mom's house. she hopped out, stopping next to jamie's door. "please, just please text me so we can meet. we need to talk, talk about us." she whispered the last part. he nodded, rolling up his window and she stood there for a second, before walking towards her house. how did their relationship just blow up in a matter of 20 seconds?

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lauren pulled up at tara's house with coffee and her sandwich in hand. tara grinned, plucking it from her hands and they drove off to a spot they used to go to during highscool. they ate, catching up as if they hadn't seen eachother in years, though it had only been a week. only a week. she asked about jamie, and told her what happened. lauren silently cursed him, he had ruined the surprised he had wrangled lauren in for her. "im sure he's fine." lauren mused, whilst typing away an angry message for him. "youre an idiot drysdale!!! you know she frequents that coffee shop downtown omg" she sent and then shut her phone.

"well lets go shopping." lauren smiled, putting the jeep in drive and jetting off. t-6 hours until the surprise. the two spent two hours paroozing and shopping at various canadian brands and some international brands. lauren splurging and buying tara a necklace for her birthday from tiffany, which the latter begged her not to. little did the birthday gal know, but that was curtesy of jamie. the two headed back to lauren's house to get ready for their dinner date that tara believed that had. she settled on a black strapless dress, hugging her curves perfectly and slicked her hair half up half down for the occasion. lauren walked up behind the birthday girl with a small bday cake, and tara smiled widely in the bathroom mirror. "awe, lauren- you didnt have to." she frowned and turned around in the swivel chair. she smiled down at the cake, illuminated with candels. "lets get a pic on the bed!" lauren said and moving into the bedroom quickly. tara chuckled, laying down halfway and posing with it. she blew out the candles, hoping that this year. her 21st year on life, would be her best yet.

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the two walked hand in hand to the more upscale toronto restaurant. tara's eyebrows creased as lauren pulled her past the hostess, and away from the main dining area. "lauren?" tara questioned as they went down a hallway. lauren stalled in front of the door that was open, and pushed tara towards doorway. "SURPRISE!!!!" the group of friends and family yelled. tara brought her hand to her mouth, gasping and then turned towards lauren; instantly hugging her best friend. "oh my god, hi!!!!" she turned back around and waved. she found her brother's jonathan and erik, her dad and his wife. along with her mom and delilah. she made her way over to her brothers who instantly took her in for a big hug. "SO glad we pulled this off." the two brothers smiled high fiving one another. "with my help ofcourse." lauren mused, and the brothers agreed. "all they did was get the hockey dudes here." lauren grinned, pointing towards the players. tara turned around seeing jamie drysdale, trevor zegras, owen powers and hig gf, mason mctavish, brendan brisson and thomas bordealou. just some friends that jonathan had made along his journey to the nhl. who in turn, loved tara more than jonathan. much to his dismay ofcourse.

tara caught the eye of jamie and gave him a small grin, to which he returned with a smile. so maybe the situation earlier, was forgotten? "here!" lauren yelled, pushing a glass of vodka cranberry into her hand and tara rolled her eyes playfully before taking a big sip. "woah slow down there girlie!!! we dont need you passing out too early." she heard the famous and cheery voice of trevor. she turned around and stuck her tongue out. "we dont talk about that time." she playfully snarled, causing him to clutch his chest as he laughed. "not my fault your a lightweight and didn't tell us!" he defended him self and she gave him a vulgar gesture, to which he replied with a big smile. "imma leave you two to settle things." trevor said pulling jamie away from the group he was in and in front of tara. tara swallowed nervously. "happy birthday." he smiled. she smiled, "thankyou jamie." she smiled back. "liste-" "Im sor-" the two said at the time time, to which tara blushed.

"im sorry, that i freaked out. i was also nervous, because you had seen me when you weren't supposed to." he explained and she nodded. "i had no right to, and i apologize." he added and she nodded again. she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "thankyou." was all she said before going around and talking to people.

it was around 11:30 when the two found one another again, on the dance floor. tara was on her 3rd vodka cranberry and was feeling it in her bones. the song 'you belong with me' was blasting, therefore trevor was belting the song along with jamie and tara on the top of their lungs. jamie held tara in his arms, in front of him as they did so. the song turned to the archer, and at the end as the beat began to up, so did the group of younglins. 'cause they see right through me' was screamed throughout the private room. lauren and tara jumped up and down, now that their heels were discarded an hour earlier. and to end the night, mr brightside played causing tara to laugh loudly. this was one of the songs that played during jamies, trevors and mason's party during her spring break.

jamie and tara looked at one another, dancing to the song. it was almost as if the final song was played in slow motion. tara at one point during the first bridge, pulled jamie in for a big kiss. with trevor and mason eyes widening, and freaking out. lauren laughed along with owen powers gf, as the two watched. the two pulled apart, smiling at one another. their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. he twirled her one last time, and the song was over.

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tara woke up the following morning in jamie's hotel room he had booked for the evening. she found him staring at her, dazed with exhaustion. "hi." she hummed, leaning up and kissed him. he pulled her in again, gently pulling her chin back up. "happy first full day of being 21." he whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, by her necklace but paused. "glad my money was well spent." he nodded towards the necklace. she was confused for a moment before realizing. "you cheeky boy." she grinned.

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bedoballoons · 11 months

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Can i have an Zhongli x male reader who is very insecure in his place with Zhongli because he’s an archon so he sees himself as in a very lowly place under him.

I hope you enjoy!!

You looked at your reflection in the window of the nearby shop, your eyes scanning yourself starting from your shoes, then moving up to your clothes, before resting on your own face which had a very visible frown. Usually when you were going to see someone you loved you'd be happy, but not when every other second you contemplate why they choose you to love in the first place.

You sighed looking up at the sky, something you did often when you thought of Zhonglis status. You were but a mere human while he was a god, a archon who had fought multiple worlds, invented mora, is truly a legend...why were you with someone who was so...amazing.

You shook your head, if you continued standing there lost in thought you'd be late to your date. You picked up the pace, staring at the ground to avoid eye contact and shoving your hands in your pockets. The air felt cold against your skin and suddenly you were thankful that you wouldn't have to eat outside.

"Ah there you are, I was starting to get worried. I thought perhaps you'd gotten lost on the way."

Your eyes shot up as you heard the familiar voice of your partner, his long brown hair still tied back in it's usually ponytail and his face having a small smile. He was clearly delighted to see you but you couldn't help feeling small in his presence. You put on a fake smile as you answered him in a cheery tune, "I got distracted on the way, sorry. Hopefully you weren't waiting long?"

The tall male shook his head, "Not at all. I was able to procure a table so we can take our seats inside." His smile never left as he opened the door for you and pulled out your chair before you sat down. He truly was nothing less of a gentleman.

After ordering you sat in silence for a moment, there was alot to look at in this new hole in the wall and your eyes kept focusing on other things as you tried to distract yourself from the pit in your stomach.

"Is everything alright? I've noticed you've been alot quieter recently, where we would have long odd conversations we now sit in silence. Have I done something to upset you? Please allow me to make it right if I have." Zhongli spoke, his eyes locked on you.

"Oh...uh no haha. Im fine really, you don't have to worry about me..." You felt bad as you lied, hiding your feelings. You already felt like you weren't enough for him, having him help with that made it all seem so much worse. You weren't going to trouble a god with your feelings.

"Hmm..." He could see right through your lies and you could tell as you sat up straighter. "Perhaps your misdirections are to shelter my feelings, but I assure you I can handle whatever you throw at me. Does our relationship seem bothersome to you anyway?" He said his voice sincere, maybe even a little worried.

"No! I mean...does it to you? Do you...ever wish you could be with someone...you know more like you? Another god?" You looked away, your heart was hurting as your mind played evil tricks on you, making you imagine every horrible answer your partner could say.

"Ah...this is about my status as a Archon. Perhaps I could enter into a relationship with another Archon or God, but there wouldn't be any love involved. We would be together purely because we both were god's. I like being with you because my heart is full when I'm with you. In my eyes I am lucky to have you." Zhonglis voice was soft as he spoke, and after he had spoke his thoughts he rested his hand on top of yours.

"I love you."

#genshin fanfic #genshin #genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli fanfic

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calummss · 2 years

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Curse Of The Sun And Moonchild | Remus Lupin

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summary: you’re a student at hogwarts infatuated with remus lupin, but not everyone gets to live perfect lives

words: 1k

a/n: my absolute favourite piece ever (after my hp x peaky blinders ofc…) fem! reader as always,,,,,,,,AND IM OFFICIALLY BACK !! I MISSED YOU ALL

There you stood, looking out of the common room window, trying to find an answer that could possibly not be found in the landscape before you. Cold is how you felt; both physically and mentally. You felt like crying, letting all your emotions burst into the open, in hopes of feeling better. Just a spark of positive emotion was all you needed, yet it never came.

You couldn’t stand the silence anymore and walked through the common room door, down the long, darkly light corridor, the ceiling archways gloomy as ever as you set foot after foot only to find yourself standing in front of the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

With shaking hands you grabbed the cold, rusty door handle and slowly swung the door open to reveal Professor Lupin sitting at his wooden desk, grading this year's papers.

You forgot what it felt like to stand in his presence. The last time you saw each other it ended in tears and heartbreak. Just the thought and thinking about that moment, reliving it for just one second sent cold shivers down your spine.

Bittersweet.

Lupin wanted to stop what was happening; he was scared of getting caught with a student. He was scared of being caught with you.

‘What are you doing here?’ Lupin's question snapped you out of your thoughts. His face not quite visible as the desk lamp barely lit up.

You found yourself glued to the floor. Like your voice was taken from you.

‘I, I need to talk to you,’ you turned back, closing and locking the door. “You..you can’t cut me off like that. I feel, I feel like I'm being punished for something that’s not even my fault.’

He sighed, his eyes not leaving your gaze, “We talked about this,’ he stood up, making his way to you. ‘We’re risking too much. I enjoy every second I spend with you, but we can’t, it’s too dangerous, I don’t want to cause you nor me any trouble.’

‘Remus-’

‘Don’t.’ He quickly cut you off, his head lowering to the floor. ‘Hearing you say my name…, it hurts…’

A dark, grotesque feeling erupted from the pit of your stomach, like a beast who had flung out his nails scratching your insides, every breath growing more painful.

‘Will you listen to me!’ You yelled, making his head turn to you in an instant. ‘This isn’t some kind of teenage crush with butterflies,’ you spat out, walking towards him, your hands shaking lightly with the adrenaline rushing through your body. ‘If I’m excited about something, I want to tell you. If I have spare time I want to spend it with you. I trust you at my lowest. I’m not having a teenage crush on you Remus…,’, you stared at him. ‘I’m talking about the real emotional warmth,...I love you. I truly love you. My heart desires only you.’

And there it went. All your emotional build up just tumbled out of your mouth. You had to let it out. And you did. But that feeling in your stomach never went away.

Remus’ eyes looked like exploding galaxies and within seconds, you felt him.

You felt his rough hands on the sides of your face pulling you into his soft lips. You felt his torso in front of you, trying to pull you closer than was physically possible. He kissed you like you were oxygen and he was struggling to breathe, only feeling like he was living when he was with you. With your touch and warmth.

Every part of you craved him. A craving that would never be satisfied. A craving so restless you didn’t care who would find out of this relationship.

It was love after all. Who would want to stop that?

Suddenly Remus pulled back breathing heavily. His hand trailed to his trimmed beard, and turned away from you. ‘No, this...is wrong. You shouldn’t have come.’

You furrowed your eyebrows and curled your lips inwards, softly chewing on them.

‘I thought we established that our feelings for each other are stronger than what they will think or say…’

‘I think you should leave.’

Walking towards his desk, he sat down and grabbed a new stack of papers, leaving you to stand in the middle of the room. His head lowered towards the desk, not daring to lift his eyes, though his body fought every single nerve.

Your heart felt like it was being ripped into a million pieces and scattered across the floor. Like every star had fallen from the sky and lost its sparkle. Your throat had become so tight, you had only now noticed the hot tears streaming down your face. It felt like someone had turned off the oxygen and forgot to turn it back on.

‘I hate you.’ Is all you could say. You knew you could never truly hate him but right now in this moment you disliked him more than ever. He led you on, only to let go of your hand, to make you find your own way out of this maze.

‘So you’ll just pretend like all this never happened?’ You asked into the room not knowing if you could handle the answer.

Nothing. He said nothing. All he did was stare at that stupid piece of parchment.

‘I mean that little to you.’ Your croaking words filled the empty void.

Remus fought back tears. He wanted nothing more than to engulf you in the tightest hug imaginable, but imagine it would stay. He still sat motionless in the chair afraid one move might let the tear in his inner eye drop to his cheek and fall onto the papers, ruining school work.

Your eyes scanned across his face once more, in hopes of catching a glimpse of his face but it was buried deep inside his blue, worn out sweater.

A tear rolled down your face knowing you had to leave eventually. With one last sigh, you turned your back to him and stormed out into the dark hallway. Your knees felt like jelly and collapsed right next to the door; you knew the hole he left in your heart could never be patched up again.

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topwxntersoldxer · 2 years

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Guilty - Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:After years of not seeing Bucky he shows up on your doorstep.

The one thing you loved about living in a big city was the nights. The way the lights lit up the dark night sky. Some nights you sat by the window listening to public transit in the city and all the cars driving through. Other nights it was silent. It was a silent Saturday night in the city you were sitting in your window watching all the cars driving through the night while there was a peaceful rainfall. It was the type of weather to stay home cuddle up in bed watching movies until you fell asleep. Typically you didn’t believe in consequence or signs but you were disturbed like something was wrong or something was going to happen.

Hours after Hours passed. You stayed in your position in the window. Usually you would fall asleep to the rain but decided to take a run to clear your head. It was still raining so you would have to dress more appropriately and maybe even change your route but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. It was like a breath of fresh air. The cold feeling of the rain hit your skin was refreshing. Finishing up your run quicker than usual you went back to your apartment. Scrolling through your phone picking a new song on your playlist you didn’t realize who was standing infront of your apartment door. Bucky stood outside of your apartment. His back leaning next to your apartment door. Its been awhile since you seen him. Hes changed but it’s a good thing he looks better than he did before. His hair was shortest you ever seen it and he cleaned himself up well.

"You don’t get to be here just leave" Pulling your apartment key out and began to open your apartment all you wanted to do was slam the door with him on the opposite side. Honestly you didn’t want to admit that you missed him after all this time but you couldn’t play back and forth with him anymore. "Come on doll just give me a minute and after that I'll go I promise" His metallic arm in the doorframe was the only thing keeping you from slamming the door in his face. With a sigh the two of you walked into the apartment "I would say make yourself at home but that would imply I want you to stay" gesturing to the couch before walking back into your bedroom to change out of your wet clothes. Quickly you jumped in the shower to warm up before changing into some dry comfortable clothes and walking back into the living room.

"So tell me what exactly are you here for" Quietly you walked back into the living room leaning against the counter. "I just wanted to apologize for everything" he stood up from where he was sitting on the couch. "Things shouldn’t of went the way they did and I regretted it. I know its been a long time but im sorry." deep down you truly just wanted to say you forgave him but you couldnt. "You don’t get to do this to me. You cant just come back into my life whenever you decide you want to because its convenient for you. I loved you and your tore our life apart and left. The only reason you are back here is because you feel guilty. Everytime it hurt more knowing I would always believe you would come walking back in the door one day and tell me you made a mistake and you still love me. I had hope you still loved me that was my fault. I moved on and made peace with the fact you werent coming back. Everytime im doing fine you come back just to leave again." it was the first time in years you looked at Bucky and it felt like the first time. He slowly started walking towards you before stopping.

"I know I cant make up for everything. I know there is nothing for me to say or do that will undo everything. All I ever had was you. I could never be the man you deserved and I will never be that man. You were the only person who was never scared of me, that cared about me and loved me for me. I will always love you doll there's no doubt about that. There was so many times I wanted to come back and see you. Just to see your adorable smile and hear your adorable laugh you make while making stupid jokes. I feel guilty because I can't stay and I cant love you the way you deserve to be loved. After everything we been through together I couldn’t give you the life you wanted and I am sorry because you deserve what I can't give you doll. Of everyone in my life doll you deserve the most for everything I done and I never got to apologize for how bad I treated you and that will never be enough to take back the things I done." Bucky moved closer until his hand was cupping your cheek. His hand felt cold against your skin as his thumb traced circles in your cheek. Bucky stood close enough to you that you could smell his familiar scent and his warmth radiating off his body. It killed you how much you wanted to pull him closer and never wanted to let him go.

“I can’t do this” you pulled back away from Bucky. “You don’t just get to come in tell me you love me and forget everything else you’ve done. I love you but I can’t keep hurting myself for you and you have to understand that” it hurt knowing you didn’t trust him. He nodded as he made his way back to the door. “You deserve more you know that. I hope you find someone that treats you the way I wish I would’ve. Someone that treats you like you are the world. I hope I’ll see you around” you gave a him a smile “ I wish you could change until then I hope I don’t for my own sake”

That was the last you would see of him for now. You would never say it out loud but you hoped he could be better even if it was just for you.

#marvel imagines #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes imagine

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azazeldream · 7 months

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slamming the doors of an empty house, dragging my feet seeing an entrance whose passcode i used hundreds of times and can barely remember anymore, sighing over a song that brings up old feelings ive buried seven hundred and seventy seven feet under, kicking the air over the need to tell someone who doesn't exist about my day to make it feel real.

all parts of me are fragmented and spread along different people, nobody will know every reason why i picked these pedals from the ground and pressed them in the last page of my new sketchbook as if it's the first. nobody can see me fully in clarity at this given moment. everything i make will only exist like a book missing half its chapters, a house without a bedroom, a balcony with a single curtain. they wont notice the chapters missed, they can sleep in the living room and still cover the whole window, but ill know.

i cant forget the feeling of feeling complete in someone's arms, not because they have what im missing, but because their embrace feels so safe there is not one single fear of showing the full picture, of explaining every little detail, of making them sit for way too long while i passionately tell them about every artist, experience and emotion that inspired me. id like to say i felt it with all the ones i gave my whole heart to, but ive only truly gave my mind to the eyes of someone i never physically embraced, and another i never gave a real chance to. i have my heart in my hands but i dont know how to hold my mind, i cant contain all it's contradition in wrapper and bows, im sorry i dont know how to find the ladder to the top shelf either. and if this is an affair only of the heart, that's okay too, ill learn something new

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chifuyusfingers · 3 years

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~Tokyo Revengers members reaction to their girlfriend overhears them calling her clingy~

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M i k e y

Mikey stared at your figure on the couch, your hands tightly curled around the remote and your eyes glued to the movie on the television. Something was wrong but he could definitely feel it. He knew that there was something different about you but he didn’t know what. “Y/n?” he called out, awaiting your response. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you mumbled a ‘yes'. “Aren’t you gonna come and gimme a hug like always?” he asked, voice wavering. Mikey hated how he sounded but he finally realized what was causing him a bother, you hadn’t been greeting him when he arrived home anymore. “What’s wrong?” he asked right after realizing what was the problem. Normally you were the type of person to not just burst out your emotions like that but before you could collect yourself,. “I,,I-” you stopped for a second to collect your breath “-I overheard what you told draken and im sorry for being so clingy.” the tears were already dripping down your cheeks mikey's eyes wavered at your words “Baby I didn't mean it like that,,Im sorry that I made you feel that way I was stressed. I love how clingy you are, and I just love the way you love me,” Mikey softly spoke, pulling you in for a gentle hug.

D r a k e n

Draken loved how clingy you could be, some days he wanted nothing more than to be in your arms. Afterall, it wasn’t easy being the vice captain of toman. Your arms were a safe haven, the one place we he truly felt like he could relax and not have to worry about anything. However, when draken was truly feeling stressed about the whole pa-chin thing he would take the anger and worries out on things that didn’t make him angry. Which is how he ended up in the situation he was in. Tears burning your cheeks and eyes red and puffy. Your arms were tightly crossed around your chest as you struggled to get the words out. Draken hated seeing you this way and it pained him even more to know that it was his fault. “Y/n what you overheard was a private conversation with Mikey that I said under an enormous amount of stress and it wasn’t true,” he calmly explained. Your tears momentarily halted as you asked “Are you sure?” in reassurance. Draken didn’t say anything but opened his arms for you. Immediately you ran to his arms as he tightly held you “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

B a j i

Baji sighed as he rubbed his temples. There was so much going on his life and he just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with you. But you were angry with him and he couldn’t figure out why. Between you and all his works he felt like he was being torn apart. Sighing heavily he looked up at you “Y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong otherwise I can’t do anything about it,” Baji stated trying to help the situation. “Im just being less clingy, that’s what you wanted, right?’ you asked in a slightly sarcastic tone of voice. Baji's brows furrowed as he racked his brain for answers, why would you think--- chifuyu . “What did chifuyu tell you?” his anger was bubbling a little more. “chifuyu didn’t tell me anything. I went to the hideout to drop off some food when I heard you telling him I was annoyingly clingy so I left,” you explained. “Y/n, I guess I didn’t realize how much I love your clinginess until you stopped in. Im sorry I love your clinginess,” he sighed while the weight finally lifted from your shoulders. You smiled and opened your arms, missing giving your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend hugs.

M i t s u y a

He stared out the window with a blank look on his face. The image of your sadden expression burning into his mind. It was his fault, really. You guys got into a pretty bad fight and he was just upset over that. While ranting to Draken about you and the whole ordeal he said that you were “overly clingy to the point it was creepy.” What he did not expect was for you to go to draken's place to apologize for the fight, overhearing the comments he made. Your face shown pure agony, his heart breaking more every millisecond. Regret. He felt regret that he didn’t run after you to explain himself. “I'm creepy,,huh?” your voice sounded shattered as you spoke with no emotion. “Y/n,I didn’t mean it like that I was just upset. You’re not creepy and I don’t know why I even said that fuck it ,” Mitsuya said, now the one crying.”I mean at the time I meant it but now that i’ve calmed down I don’t,can you please forgive me? I just didn't know what came over me I'm so sorry” Mitsuya added hopelessly. Your whole body felt tired and like you’d spent the past hours running miles. You knew Mitsuya, that sometimes he said things he didn’t mean. You wrapped your arms around his sitting figure, his head resting in your chest. “Im glad you dont care that I m clingy”

C h i f u y u

Chifuyu stared at the menu as he continued to talk about his relationship. He confided in Takemichi with private and personal problems, and trusted his advice. Sat at a table a few rows back your grip on the coffee mug began to tighten the more he spoke. Sitting across from you, your dear friend watch with a saddened expression. “I thought things between you both were going good?,” she questioned, voice laced with obvious confusion. You didn’t say anything but placed some money on the table and sat up to leave. You couldn’t bare to stay there any longer, hearing the things Chifuyu was saying about you was really hurting you. Once you arrived at your house you laid in bed and quietly wept. After a few hours your phone lit up showing that Chifuyu was calling. Rolling to your side you ignored it, not wanting to talk to him. A few more hours had passed when Chifuyu barges into your house, confused and worried as to why you never answered his calls. “Y/n?,” he called our softly, carefully pushing the bedroom door open. Even in the dark room he could make out your silhouette in the bed. “Hey what’s wrong?,” he asked already knowing something was up. Despite wanting to yell at him you turned over and looked him dead in the eyes “Why are you being so clingy?” Was what you had asked with ill intentions. Immediately he understood your reasons behind not answering the phone. “You weren’t supposed to hear that,” he simply said. You felt the bed dip as he took a seat upon the comfy thing. “Yeah and what else haven’t I heard that I wasn’t supposed to? What else have you been saying?” Chifuyu could tell you were rightfully upset. “Y/n,I did mean it when I say you’re clingy, but If I had a problem with it wouldn’t I have told you? Im a straight up person,” Chifuyu confessed, hands reaching over towards your figure. "But I decided to fuck it up, I'm sorry baby I'm so sorry" It was silent for a moment as you processed his words. Sighing heavily you rolled to face him “Do you promise that it doesn’t bother you severely?’ you questioned earning a nod from Chifuyu. He leaned down a placed a gentle kiss on your cheek “I mean it.”

That would be all~ I'm so sorry I know I write like shit, besides it's my first time writing something~ #

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