#he's still in that happy space now but I'm so afraid of that changing soon

[st-eve-barnes]

Seeing all these wholesome fan interactions with Ewan these past days only confirms he is the kindest, sweetest, purest soul I’ve ever seen in an actor.

Please, please don’t ever take advantage of that kindness.

[chigirizzz]

first kiss

characters: isagi, bachira, sae

gn! reader, not proofread so there might be some mistakes, anxiety attack (bachira's)

— ISAGI YOICHI

"stop," you told isagi when he approaches you in front of the school.

his smile disappears and he stops beside you, his body turned towards you. you continued to stare straight ahead, focused on the rain that showed no sign of letting up. "huh? what did i do?"

“you’re sick. stay away from me." your behavior didn't change, in fact, you were quite afraid that you were too rude or anything, but any remorse vanished when you heard your boyfriend's laugh. "why are you laughing?!"

"you're funny."

"and you're sick. stay away at least four meters. you know i get sick easily."

"i'll take care of you if that happens."

surprise took over you at his words; isagi yoichi always has been and always will be a pretty awkward guy—something that you didn't mind and in some occasions you found it cute—, which meant he wasn't the best at words, whether he was the one saying them or receiving them. he was more of actions and thoughts, not words.

there were times, however, when isagi yoichi pulled a special card and made your heart feel warm with simple actions or sentences and with absolutely no shyness.

this was one of those times. and as you stare—no, admire him with stars and hearts in your eyes, you feel guilty with how you kept a distance that school day just because he was sick, thinking that he wouldn't be offended. not exactly offended, but he wasn't happy either.

"yoichi…" you said. "i'm sorry. why are you such a good partner…"

he smiled and gave your head a few pats. "you're so silly."

"if i do get sick, make me a chicken soup."

it was an innocent joke, so you didn't expect him to suddenly kiss you. lips on lips for the first time, a moment that you never thought it would be like that. you responded to the kiss. it was a bit awkward since it was both of your first kisses, but it felt good.

afraid that he needed to stop to breathe some air (due to his stuffy nose), you tried to step away, with no vail because his hand landed on your lower back and pulled you closer to him gently, his lips now more hungry for yours.

he just pulled away when your hand touched his cheek—even if it was a gentle touch, the temperature difference between your warm hand and his cold cheek gave him a little thermal shock.

"now you'll get sick for sure," he says with a smile and pink cheeks.

"idiot. i love you."

— BACHIRA MEGURU

your legs started running to the boys' restroom as soon as you finished reading the message on your phone; your head filled with worry for your friend who was apparently hiding in one of the stalls having an anxiety attack.

these moments of his fragility were relatively common for you. bachira meguru had you as his best and only friend, so it was normal to notice when his insecurities and his loneliness got the best of him — and the times he got into unnecessary fights.

these were moments you were used to, but they still worried you a lot.

the restroom was quiet and empty, only one of the stalls had its door closed so you figured it was your best friend.

you knocked on the stall door. "bachira? are you here?"

...

"bachi-"

"come in."

you entered the stall as soon as he opened the door. the space was cramped and not very hygienic, which made the boy more suffocated, anxious, but he knew that your presence, although it contributed to a more enclosed space, made him feel safe.

"it's okay, bachira. i'm here, you're safe," you reassured him, your thumb caressing his hand, kneeling in front of him while he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.

"they made fun of me again." his hand now held yours, squeezing it from time to time. a bitter smile took over his lips. "i feel so alone..."

"you're not alone, bachira, you have me and your mother. the others are stupid people who aren't worth it," you said. "remember the exercise we've already done. let's start—five things you can see."

“eh…” he looked around; there wasn’t much inside a school bathroom but you could make it work. “my shoes.”

“and what are your shoes like? analyze them," you told him with a soft tone of voice to help him calm down.

minutes passed. you didn't know how long you and bachira stayed in the restroom but the absence of noise from other students confirmed that you were currently skipping a period. who cares.

you helped the boy with the exercise, occasionally having to imagine objects for him to detect because again, there wasn't much inside a school bathroom…

he was slowly feeling better, and you knew this for sure because when you asked him for the second thing he could smell, he answered piss.

"it's true though~," he teased you and his nose sniffed. his eyes were getting less red.

"yeah but i don't want to think about urine right now, meg." a sight escaped your lips; nevertheless, his answer didn't actually bother you, you enjoyed his jokes even if sometimes made you question his sanity. "let's just move on."

"ok~ what's next?"

"one thing you can taste."

"watch me lick the toilet!"

"no!" you flicked his forehead to which he just giggled. "there must be something in here you can try. let me check my backpack."

"no need, y/n."

you faced him confused, hands inside your backpack trying to find a snack. "why not? we're almost done—"

you felt a pair of hands grabbing your shoulders and being pulled forward—face to face to bachira, to be precise.

"because i think i know what i want to taste. it's in front of me right now." his low voice and vibrant yellow colored eyes made you at a loss for words. he was so close to you, closer than he has already been, that you could feel your skin tingle, legs slightly weak and your chest moving up and down slowly. what… "do i have the permission to kiss you, y/n?" he asked, thumb brushing your lower lip.

"i…" oh god. "yeah." you nodded.

and so he did.

despite his confession and gaze being gentle, the kiss was the complete opposite. his lips literally crushed into yours, the sudden force of his body making your back slamming into the stall door—and his reaction? he smirked.

you weren't sure if it was his first kiss, but since he never told you about his romantic life, you assumed it was. in fact, something tells you that the boy practiced his kissing skills on a mirror to try on you later on.

it was also your first kiss, so you couldn't judge.

your hand is now between the back of his neck and the back of his head, lightly pulling and playing with his hair.

everything was going well, so well it took you a few seconds to notice the hot tears falling down his cheeks.

"meguru, what's wrong?" your hand caressed his cheek. "are you ok? is something wrong?"

"i love you. i love you so much," he cries and rests his head on top of your chest. "thank you for being there for me."

"awn, i love you too." you played with his hair gently, fingers fixing the knots on his hair. "and i'll always be there to protect you."

"promise?"

"promise."

— ITOSHI SAE

itoshi sae wasn't the easiest person to put up with, which is why you were extremely confused when he first confessed to you and asked you on a date like it was nothing. still, in your five months of dating, you didn't regret anything. you loved him, he loved you.

however, there was something bothering you: you never kissed each other. but calm down, the issue wasn't exactly "he never kissed me"— the issue was that itoshi sae once told you he wanted your first kiss as a couple to be magnificent, magical and capable of leaving everyone's jaws on the floor. 

it made you wonder for weeks how the kiss would be. it made you wonder so much for so long you eventually thought he forgot about it.

boy were you wrong.

sae didn't lie when he said he wanted it to be magical and leave everyone's jaw on the floor. 

it happened at the end of one of his games, he scored the final goal and as soon the end of the match was announced, he ran towards you—you who were watching the whole time wearing his jersey, shouting his name—and kissed you slowly but passionately in front of everyone—his team, the opposite team, the fans, the cameras, everyone.

although your boyfriend always preferred a private relationship, he also wanted to show the world how much he could love someone. there was a bit of possessiveness on him.

there was a bit of possessiveness on him, as his lips left yours so they could kiss your neck, not caring how much it tickled you. 

he then kissed your cheek and left without saying anything; there wasn't anything to be said, but the media for sure will say a lot of things.

[georgiebrits]

Uncertain future - Min Yoongi

You and Yoongi are sitting at a small table in a dimly lit cafe sipping on hot coffee. His dark eyes are fixed on yours as you discuss your fears about the future of your relationship. You feel the weight of the conversation pressing down on you as you struggle to find the right words. The sound of chatter and clinking dishes fills the small space. You can feel the warmth of Yoongi's hand as he reaches out to take yours.

Yoongi's voice is husky with emotion as he speaks. "Y/N, I know you're afraid. And I understand why. But I want you to know that I'm here with you, every step of the way. I love you and I want us to work through this together." He takes a deep breath before continuing. "I know we don't know what the future holds, but I want you to be there with me as we figure it out."

You take a shaky breath, tears falling down your cheeks as you look at Yoongi with a mix of gratitude and fear in your eyes. "I'm so scared, Yoongi. Scared of losing you, scared of things changing, scared of not knowing what the future holds." You pause for a moment, taking another deep breath before continuing. "But I couldn't be happier to have someone like you by my side. Someone who's understanding and patient. Someone who's willing to face the unknown with me." You squeeze his hand tight, feeling a sense of comfort and safety in his presence.

Yoongi gives your hand a gentle squeeze and looks at you with sincerity in his eyes. "I'm scared too, Y/N. Scared of losing you, scared of not being enough for you. But every moment with you makes it all worth it. Your love and support means everything to me." He leans across the table and brushes a tear away from your cheek with his thumb. "I promise to always work on our relationship and to be there for you no matter what comes our way."

The memory of the time when Yoongi's demanding job almost tore you two apart lingers in the back of your mind, casting a shadow over your current conversation. You can still feel the lingering effects of it sometimes, the emotional scars that come with long stretches of being apart, and the strain of maintaining a relationship despite the distance. But as you look at Yoongi now, you know that it's worth it. That the love and bond you share is strong enough to withstand anything. You lean over the table and plant a soft kiss on his lips, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he pulls you closer.

As Yoongi pulls away from the kiss, he unlocks his phone and starts scrolling through his music library. After a brief pause, a slow ballad begins to play through the speakers of the cafe. He stands up from his seat, taking your hand in his and pulling you up to join him. The two of you start to sway together in a slow dance, his arms wrapped tightly around you as you lay your head on his chest. "I know we both have fears about what the future holds, but I want you to know that nothing could ever change how I feel about you," he whispers, his voice soft and soothing. "You mean the world to me and I promise to always be by your side, no matter what comes our way." You feel tears welling up in your eyes again, but this time they are happy tears, overflowing with emotion as you cling to him tightly and whisper your own promises of love and devotion. As the song draws to a close, you both remain locked in each other's arms, grateful for the love and comfort you share.

As the song ends, you both release from each other's embrace and gather your belongings, preparing to leave the cafe. You can't help but feel a twinge of sadness in your heart as you realize that Yoongi will soon be leaving for another tour. But you try to push those feelings aside and focus on the love and connection you share. The two of you walk hand in hand down the dimly lit streets, lost in thought and conversation as you make your way back to his home. As you step inside, he begins packing his bags, tossing clothes and equipment into a large duffel bag. You watch him quietly, taking in every movement as he prepares for his departure. Despite your sadness, you know that this is a part of the life you share together and that you will always be there for each other, no matter the distance. As he finishes packing, he turns to you, his eyes alight with love and affection. He pulls you close once again, holding you tight as he whispers in your ear, "I'm going to miss you so much, but I promise I'll be back before you know it. And until then, you'll be in my thoughts and my heart always."

You feel a sudden urge to show Yoongi just how much you will miss him while he's away. Without saying a word, you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom. As soon as you're both inside, you press your lips to his in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Yoongi looks up to see you setting up a camera, wanting to capture this moment to remember for when he's away. Feeling even more turned on, you start to undress him slowly, savoring the feel of his warm skin against yours. As you move to remove your clothing, Yoongi's hands roam over you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you both are completely naked, Yoongi showers you with intense hickeys and loving kisses all over your body, leaving you breathless and craving for more. Your moans of pleasure fill the room, and you arch your back, completely giving in to Yoongi's touch. You return his kisses and begin exploring each other's bodies, lost in your passion and desire for one another.

Yoongi breaks the kiss to move down towards your pussy, his tongue already darting out to tease you. As soon as he touches your clit, you gasp and grab onto his hair, your body already tingling with pleasure. His skilled tongue works magic on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure through your body and making your head spin. You moan and writhe under his touch, completely lost in the sensation of his talented mouth on your pussy.

He did not lie withhis lyrics that his tongue can drive you to Hong Kong.

You can't help but pull Yoongi up by his hair, needing him inside you more than anything else at that moment. He chuckles, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. "You can't wait, can you?" he teases, before kissing you fiercely and positioning himself between your legs. With a deep breath, Yoongi pushes slowly into you, making you gasp and arch your back. You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper. He moves slowly at first, savoring the feel of your tight wetness around him, but before long the two of you are moving together in a rhythm that's as familiar as it is intense.

As you both feel the orgasm approaching, Yoongi stops and pulls out of you, a mischievous grin on his face. He tells you to turn over onto your hands and knees and look directly at the camera, and you do as he says, feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement. With one strong thrust, Yoongi enters you from behind, and you can't help but moan as you feel him filling you up again. He sets a steady rhythm, the slapping sound of skin on skin filling the room, and you can feel the intensity building in your body once again. With Yoongi's hands on your hips, you take in the sight of yourselves in the camera, your pleasure and passion captured in the lens. As he pounds into you from behind, you feel your orgasm building to a frenzy.

Yoongi grabs you by the neck and pulls you back closer to his front while he continues pounding you from behind. He buries his head in your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as he feels you tightening around him. You let out a moan, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he grips your neck tighter. You can feel his hot breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Yoongi starts to thrust harder, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The two of you have lost yourselves in desire, giving in to pure lust and passion.

You moan out Yoongi's name as you come really hard, the intense pleasure washing over you in waves. He follows not long after, his own moans mingling with yours. Out of breath, you collapse onto the bed beside him, both of you panting and sweaty. As you catch your breath, you reach over to the camera and press the button to send the video to his phone. With a satisfied smile on your face, you turn to him and curl up against his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You know that the memory of this night will stay with him on his tour, and the thought fills you with a sense of contentment.

"God damn, I'm definitely going to watch that video every night," Yoongi says, a smug grin on his face as he pulls you closer to him. You smile and shake your head, knowing that he'll have plenty of memories to keep him company on his tour. But the thought of him watching the video and thinking of you fills you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. "I'll miss you," you say softly, looking up at him. "I'll miss you too," he replies, his voice tinged with sadness. "But we'll make it work. We always do." You nod, snuggling back into his chest, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

You both fall asleep in each other's arms, after a night of passion and intimacy. As you wake up, you feel the emptiness next to you and realize that Yoongi has already left for work. You sit up, feeling a pang of disappointment and sadness at his absence. But then, you notice a little note on your bedside table. Picking it up, you see his familiar handwriting scrawled across the page. "Sorry, I had to leave so early. I'll miss you, but I promise to call you later. Love you," it reads. A smile spreads across your face as you read the note, feeling a surge of love and affection for your partner. You tuck the note into your pocket before getting up, feeling energized and ready to tackle the day ahead.

[papercupids]

good good night - kim mingyu

pairing -> mingyu x gender neutral reader.

word count -> 0.6k

summary -> mingyu has made it a habit to bail on his friends to not spend more than even a minute than he has to, but he soon regrets it

warnings -> mentions / implied use of alcohol and drinking but that’s about it.

a/n -> this is literally the third or fourth time i've tried to publish this because tumblr loves fucking w me (it didn’t save my last drafts). anyway, i love writing these little mingyu pieces so much i might even convert it into a series or something.

the bell rings and you pause watching, even though you just started watching the movie, gathering all the snacks and drinks and finally sitting down to watch it. and you think about who it could be since you don’t have any parcel deliveries scheduled for today and neither has mingyu.. or does he? 

when you open the door, it reveals not your boyfriend’s package but he, himself, standing in all his 6’3 glory. 

“hey, you’re back!”

“i am,” he walks past you, almost too glad to be home. 

“wait, didn’t you leave like just 2 hours ago or something? mingyu, did you bail on them again?” you ask as you slowly close the door.

he sits down on the seat next to the shoe cabinet, and removes his shoes and smiles at you. he looks drunk but not as drunk as he is everytime. 

“...no I just had enough of the drinks and i was super tired and i just. wanted to be home with you,” he’s done removing the shoes and he holds out his hands, signaling you to come closer. “kinda missed you,” you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you further in, rubbing his nose to yours.

“aw, as sweet as that is, you know you shouldn’t bail on your friends everytime right?” he’d been doing this for the last few times, coming back too early, saying he preferred to spend his only free time, the weekends, with you. you walk up to the sofa and he joins you there after he changes into his home clothes.

“i think they were too drunk to notice. and besides, aren't you happy to have me home?” you look up and grin at him, a grin he’s kinda afraid of you, a grin that means that you have ulterior motives. 

“ofcourse! trust me there's nobody happier than i am.” you play the movie you paused as eerie music starts playing.  “a new horror movie just came out on netflix and i was about to start it so i'm so so happy you came home early so we could watch it together.” 

mingyu attempts to get up quickly but your hands grab at his quickly and he gives you a pleading look. 

“no baby, you can't escape now,”

“i think they're calling me though….”

“too late, baby,”

a bit later though, as the tv sounds go on and on filling up the empty house with the lights off, as you both lay asleep on the sofa, with your face on his chest and his hand lying limp on the floor with the remote still clasped.

he shakes awake slowly, due to some noise in the tv and struggles to slowly move the remote and turn it off without any movement because he was too scared of waking you up.

you had obliged into watching a romcom for the sake of mingyu but deep down he did feel like it was because after a jumpscare or two even you were kinda scared, not that you would ever admit it. 

he strokes your hair gently so if he moves it doesn't wake you up suddenly and scare you, and then he gets up from under you as silently as possible and makes sure you're asleep, which thankfully, you are.

he steps inside the bedroom, turning on the lights and sets up the bed, complete with the blanket on the side folded away to accommodate you and then to be over you.

and he comes back, and again gently kisses your forehead before picking you up, scared that it will wake you up but sleeping on the sofa is a 2 days worth of back pain because of the cramped space and he does not want that to happen to you again.

when he lays you down, you curl up to snuggle yourself and he tucks the blanket to cover you. 

admiring the scene just standing there for a bit.

and then he got into bed beside you, pulling up the covers above his shoulders and facing your side. 

goodnight.

[bokutosmochi]

SPACE IS JUST A WORD MADE UP BY SOMEONE WHO'S AFRAID TO GET CLOSE ♡ GOJO SATORU

gojo satoru x gn!reader

what's it? fluff

allergen warning/s? reader moves a lot while asleep

sugar level? 0.7k

regulars? @hanayanetwork​, @tahonet​, @tokyometronetwork​

parlor's note? most of the time, i'm pretty happy with being single. then i get ideas like this and i'm like AAAAAAAAAA.

bon appetit!

you told him about it before you moved in with him, then reminded him of the fact a few minutes before you two went to bed.

you didn't really like to cuddle while you slept.

you changed positions a lot while you slept, especially during nights where you found it hard to fall asleep. it seemed like the only remedy was to twist and turn around in bed, until your body found a comfortable enough position to find sweet solace in. funnily enough, a lot of the time, this position was how you laid when your body first met the cushion of the bed, yet during that time, it was not deemed worthy of being the position you slept in. things really didn't make sense at times, but that's just how it is, and you've come to accept it.

so when satoru first invited you to move in with him, you told him about it. and now that all of your things were transferred to his house and you were about to spend a night together in the same bed, side-by-side, you reminded him of it again, not wanting him to think that you were mad at him or any of the likes. you were not only doing it for yourself so your limbs were free to roam as they wish throughout the night, but you also did it for him. you didn't want to accidentally kick him because he was laying down too close to you while you tossed around, perhaps tangling yourself within the blankets. besides, if he ever felt needy and touch starved, you were always enjoyed cuddling when you weren't about to go to sleep.

despite all that, satoru found himself with his arms crossed and a small pout on his lips as he gazed at your form sleeping across from him  -- too far away from his own body, might he add. his eyebrows were knit into a furrow when his eyes traveled from your face, so pretty and holding no stress within the skin, to the stuffed toy you had in your arms. that should be me!

while yes, he did understand what you told him, why you didn't really cuddle while you slept, he still couldn't help but feel annoyed, frustrated, even a hint of betrayal bubbled in his gut. can you blame him? the heart wants what it wants.

instead of waking you up and whining to you about it, a smirk crept to his lips as he thought of a fool-proof - or at least he hopes it is - plan to make you snuggle in closer to him, as close as his lovesick self wants.

he's careful as he stands up, making sure your sleeping self would not feel the bed as it dips while he rises from it, then takes long strides over to the corner of the room where the air conditioner was settled at. it was already quite chilly, the way you were nestled in the warm blanket you and satoru shared was enough proof of that -- in his opinion though, it can get a few degrees colder and so he cranked it up a few notches. he didn't turn the appliance on that high most of the time, the only exception being during summer days when heatwaves were kicking his ass, and then this particular night where he was desperate for your comforting touch on him. satisfied with what he had done, he smirked triumphantly to himself and walked back to the bed, ready for you to huddle up to his figure for the warm it provided any time soon.

and when it did - of course it did, it's my plan, after all satoru thought - he couldn't help the way he quietly cooed at you snuggling into his side, mumbling something about s' cold in your sleep. and you're so cute he murmurs back with a gentle pinch of your nose that doesn't wake you up as he stretches his arm that's on your side of the bed to wrap around you and help pull you closer to him.

in classic gojo satoru fashion, he side-eyes the stuffed animal you were cuddling earlier, muttering an i win! at the inanimate object, before going another step further and flicking it off the bed.

i get: reblog

you get: gojo body pillow

[daenakills]

Waiting for you.

Sandor Clegane x reader

angsty.

In the dark, thinking of you, feeling that at any moment you will come out from under my bed and finish your job of destroying me. I'm not afraid of you, you've been trying to force fear into me for a long time and for some reason you never succeeded.

I try to help you with my small portion of imaginary power that my grandfather has given me, but I only receive rejection from you.

When will you allow me to help you?

I know you're on your own, always have been. But still, a part of me hoped that you would give me the entrance to your heart. I know when you look at me, I also know how you do it. You enter a state of constant nervousness when you see me, although in your own way of course. You tend to growl and try to leave as soon as Joffrey needs you.

When he yells at me, all I think is that you wouldn't let him do this to me if you could. In that after crying you would hug me until I fell asleep. You would touch my face with your big hands and wipe the tears from my cheeks. My trembling hands would seek refuge in your firm hands.

No matter how many times I run away from you, I always find you haunting my dreams. I see you blurry, with the feeling that you could leave at any moment, but with the feeling that you are dangerous. I see you chasing me, in that forest with trees that don't look like trees and a floor that disappears when you look at it. My feet can't run any more, now I am paralysed until you catch up with me. And there I finally enter the reality that you are not looking for me.

You already have me, You can enter my body and soul through my dreams.

I couldn't tell you how good it feels to look across a room full of people and find yourself standing there. You avoid my gaze as if your life depended on it, but you still shoot me glances from the corner of your eye. I have never had any doubts that our looks have a life of their own and are always looking for each other.

I tried to talk to you later. With the excuse that my brother had said that you had to accompany me to the garden. You told me no. That you were sure Joffrey hadn't ordered you to do it.

I don't understand why you don't fear me. Why you don't feel like you have to follow my orders. I feel like no one takes me seriously wherever I go, like my presence is powerless. I would like you to take me seriously, and I have repressed so many things in my life that I don't know if I am satisfied with who I am today, especially when I have spent years being a ghost.

Not only that, but I usually carry pains that do not belong to me. They were given to me before I was born, and they were handed to me the day I was born. I have been aware of my fate ever since, and despite the dislike I have come to have for my mother, I know there is nothing to stop me from having the same fate.

I wonder when this will end. When I will be married off to some powerful lord. Or rather, to the highest bidder. What remains is to wait for my existence to be convenient.

Today, my mother told me that I will get married.

I didn't even ask who he was, knowing it or not isn't going to change anything, therefore I've decided to keep my mouth shut. Even so, there is no part of me that is happy about this news, I feel like fear consumes me the more I think about it. There is not enough space or shelter for all my fears right now. I hope that at some point it will go away, and that I will finally be freed from it, even though a part of me knows it will never go away.

Don't think that I do not know that you know that I will go for that man (who i also do not know) . Although, after all, what is different about you? I thought I knew you, but I haven't exchanged words with you in a while.

You give me piercing looks every time we're around. Looks that I have not known how to interpret. Looks that leave me thinking about you all day. I wonder when your body will be with me, instead of your eyes watching every move

The night before I met him, I woke up and didn't realize it. I saw you in my room as in all my dreams, this time you approached me slowly until you reached my bed. You asked me to go with you, to escape from that nightmare. I didn't know what to answer. When I already had my answer I realized that you were gone, at some point I would wake up and look for you with my eyes.

I will keep waiting for your return to the dark corner of my room.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Aizawa x adult! Quirkless! Reader (romantic)and reader comes home with a few injuries on they're arms and legs so they stumbling

-Shuu

ofc shuu <3

Masterlist <3

Warning: Mentions of violence, blood...

Aizawa x Reader - Wounded

You breathe shakily as you stumble through the door of your shared home with Shouta, your hands shaking violently and your legs unsteady.

You were jumped on your way home and left beaten in an alleyway, and you can only sob quietly as you stumble and drag yourself home. It hurts so badly, and you can only thank whatever Gods you can think of that you escaped with your dignity.

Blood ran down your legs in little rivulets from the slices on your thighs, left by the blade of one of your attackers who had basically mauled you when you struggled. You're covered in dirt and grime and blood is smeared on your thighs and knees, along with your arms anf your face which is now swelling around the bruise on your cheek. You couldn't even call your boyfriend because your phone was taken along with any change that could've been used for a payphone.

Tears stream down your face and mix with your blood and mascara, leaving dark teartracks down your face, which is one of the first things Shouta notices as you walk through the door, the first thing being your scared hiccups from the other side of the front door. He had come to let you in because he could hear you struggling with the keys, your hands were shaking so violently that you couldnt hold the key still. But as he got closer he heard your shuddered breaths and your little sniffles.

As soon as you saw him you were straight away in his arms, cuddling him and crying into his shirt.

Rage quickly bubbles up inside of your lover as he sees you like this, so broken and afraid, and after that comes the absolutely crushing guilt that came because he didn't know. He wasn't there with you when you needed him the most and he would never forgive himself for it.

The next few hours or so were used to patch up and disinfect your injuries and bathe together. Your loving partner ran you a warm bubble bath and cuddled you all throughout it, petting your hair and stroking your cheek with the rough pad of his thumb in little circular motions.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there... Does it still hurt as much?"

You shake your head in response, shifting in his grip and making space to kiss him on the lips very briefly, the show of affection and understanding cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

"None of that, now... it was scary-... 's fucking terrifying- but it's over now. It happened and it wasn't your failt. Shit happens. I'm okay..."

Shouta lets out a heavy sigh as he looks you over once again, his long hair wet and shining under the light in the bathroom, just begging you to touch it, and you do, running your fingers through soft strands and finding comfort in your lover's quiet groan.

The night is spent watching movies with him as he gives you a massage and lays butterfly kisses over your skin, brushing your hair for you and leaving his down because he knows how you like to braid it and play with it. He's so thoughtful, and he takes such good care of you. It makes you want to marry him, and you entertain the thought for a while as it becomes a serious possibility in your mind.

You had just never thought about marriage before, really. You were happy where you were and remain to be happy there, so you never really thought about the 'next steps' or anything. But being married?...

You look at his ringless finger longingly, pressing your cheek to his chest and holding his hand while he moves a little braid out of the way, the hippie braids suiting him in a way that you didn't really think about when you first did it.

You could get used to this.

[eyesxxyou]

"You'll never forget me right? You'll never leave me?"

"Of course not!"

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

I was never good at keeping promises. I've always regretted that.

I was a creative little kid, I always had a wild imagination. And like every other creative little kid, I had an imaginary friend. I wish I remembered his name. We were the best of friends, I was a very lonely kid. People would tell me to stop talking to myself, but I was just talking to him. It upset me at the time, but I got over it.

One day I grew up. I stopped believing in magic, I stopped doodling on the margins of my paper, and I stopped believing in my imaginary friend.

But he didn't go away. He stuck by my side. He contorted into a dark and terrible creature. He made sure no one wanted to be around me.

I started to change as well. I was paranoid and almost scary. I would scream at my classmates, I couldn't make friends. Everything about me felt wrong. It was like I was haunted by something.

And I was.

It was him. He was haunting me, everywhere I went. I would see things on the walls, written in blood. I couldn't prove where it came from, but when I would get up to look at it, my dizziness would prove it's my own.

As afraid as I was, I felt bad for the thing. Sure, the creature took my blood to write to me, but he wrote solemn letters. They were pleas. They were notes of 'come back to me' and 'I miss you.' They were 'why did you lie to me?' and 'be my friend.'

It took me a long time to realize what I had done. The reminder came to me when I went back to my parent's house. They showed me my old drawings and left, but something happened.

I saw one particular drawing of me with my imaginary friend, then I tripped. I suddenly felt hands all over, as if something had caught me, but I was alone. I fainted soon after.

When I woke up, all I could sense was the voice of a child saying, "You promise?" That's when I knew.

I broke down, overwhelmed with guilt. I cried for my first friend, my only friend. I wailed for how alone and abandoned he must have been this whole time.

"I'm so sorry, I remember now. I remember you," I gasped out, between tears.

I felt warm, like I was being embraced. I just cried, unable to control my sorrow as I shouted my apologies. He rubbed my back as he mumbled his acceptance.

I couldn't comprehend why he would forgive me, but I didn't want him to let me go. I thought of how my life had gone since I forgot him. I needed him.

I needed him, and he needed me. We were meant to be together, it didn't matter I was the only one who could see him.

We sat together for hours after that. We were mostly silent, the only noise being his gentle humming and my cries.

My parents were confused when they got back home. The room was destroyed and I looked like a mess. My eyes were blood red and my hair tangled and torn.

I wasn't sure what to say to them, so I said nothing at all, retreating to the darkness of my childhood room.

My imaginary friend rejoiced in the memory of our shared space. When I was here, I still loved him. It's only natural that we reunite in this place.

Despite my sorrow, I couldn't help but smile. I felt truly happy with him by my side. It was like my childhood joy came flushing back at the revelation that I had someone.

I felt so alone all my life, but I didn't have to be. I had my person, I had my imaginary friend.

And I would never need anything else.

-💚

hope you enjoy!

I DID ENJOY THIS LOOKS GREAT!

[morganlefaye79]

Find the Word/Manuscript Search Tag

Thank you for the tag @wanderingaldecaldo! 💜

I took the words, alarm, calm, hold, water and searched them in my 2 longfics Who am I? and Out of the Dark as well as from my WIP "If I had known", which is my first Silverdyne fic.

This is gonna be long!

ALARM

Who am I?

Joris was woken up by the warmth of the sun on his cheek. He kept his eyes closed to cherish this moment. He was smiling, he had found everything he yearned for so long, and all within one year. He had finally found his twin brother, the only family he had left, and, which was even more blissful, he had fallen in love for the first time. He now knew how it felt to love, and he never wanted to lose this feeling again. He opened his eyes and looked to the side where he thought to find Vicco sleeping, but the space next to him was empty. He was a bit disappointed because he knew that Vicco didn't have to get up early, so they could have had some cuddle time. He wondered where his lover might be. Vicco wasn’t an early bird at all. He stood up from the bed silently, to not alarm Vicco that he was up.

CALM

Out of the Dark

“No need to be afraid. I'm here! It was only a bad dream, Val!” A soothing and calming voice is speaking to me, it is familiar, and I realize that the fall must have been a dream; it all felt so real. Hopeless. Cold. Ending. I try to move and open my eyes, but I cannot. My body doesn't belong to me, not entirely. The panic I feel increases, and my heartbeat runs faster and faster. My jaws clench together until it hurts, but I cannot loosen them.

I feel soft lips pressed onto my temple, and the same soothing voice whispering to me, "Calm down, Val! Everything is fine! You will wake up soon. Give yourself some time!" Now I remember, for months, I had had these nightmares. The medication is why I need that long to wake up. Without those meds, I would have been dead weeks ago. So every day I wake up is a gift but a burden for everyone around me.

"Vicco! Calm down! It's me!"

Kerry's voice pulls me back into reality; I can calm down and take a few deep breaths. My heart is hammering inside my chest. I become aware that Kerry is watching me like I've turned cyberpsycho. "Long story," I press, still heavy breathing, through my teeth, "with enough drugs and alcohol, I might tell you. Sorry, I didn't think you would grab me down here in the garage, or I might have warned you."

"I already know Vic, but nice try!" Valaire answered in a calm and friendly voice, "I can hear that little tremble in your voice. That tells me that it isn't a coincidence that you both are in the same place at the same time. But that's not why I call you. Kerry won't answer his phone. He told me what had happened. Is he OK?"

Now, I know why I'm here. I don't like it, and I don't want that. At this point, I would have preferred if Kerry only wanted to fuck me. I try to calm myself down but cannot get a hold of myself. "Did he ever talk about me? How we met? How fucked up we both were? No? I wouldn't have either". My voice sounded more like growling than speech; it hurt so much that I wanted to cry, but I knew I couldn't. I cried too much in my life; I don't have any tears left to shed. "He pulled me out of a deep, dark pit. He gave me attention and love, things I desperately needed. He made me want to live again. He thought he could save me, change me and heal me. Val healed me as much as possible, listened and talked to me, but some damages can't be cured. I'm not able to show real affection or love. I only ever learned how to fake it. Val was unhappy with me. I couldn't give him what he deserved and when he met you, he felt this happiness he craved for all those years. Val saved himself instead of trying to save me over and over. He did the right thing, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Hurt is a feeling I know too well."

“Welcome back!” Kerry tried to be calm and casual but I could hear that he was worried. But he was not alone with his concern. Everytime this happens, I can feel my life parting from me more and more.

Who am I?

“Sebastian “Padre” Ibarra. He is a fixer, and operates mostly in Heywood.” Vicco had calmed down a bit more and could talk again without interruptions but his voice was still shaking. “I worked with him in the past, when Jackie was still alive. He dragged me sometimes along with him, that's how I know Padre. But fixers are always bad news in my opinion, and I was never fond of religion, even less about priests, so I don’t like it at all.”

HOLD

Out of the Dark

I felt the cramps coming a split-second before all the muscles in my body convulsed. I had no control over it, not any more; my nerves felt like they were on fire, the pain nearly unbearable. I screamed, or at least I tried. Kerry was still holding me, tightening his grip around me. When the pain subsided and didn't dominate my thoughts, I realized that Kerry cradled me, slowly, back and forth. He was crying; He surely thought I wouldn't be aware of it. I am aware, and it hurts. I never wanted to make him cry. I tried to end my life more than once, but he always showed up at the right moment to prevent me from trying. Now I am often not even strong enough to hold a cup. I shouldn't be here, but at this point, it isn't my decision any more. I can only wait for my body to give up, to stop existing.

I realized once again how much of a burden I am. He is still holding me tightly, and I try to wriggle out of his arms. I don't want to be a burden, and stubborn as I am, I would crawl away if I had to. But I have to accept that it doesn't change anything, only that he will get angry with me, we yell at each other, and then realize that we just want the best for one another and that we are both idiots.

I place myself on the chair's edge, bend forward to reach the first handle, and hold it with both hands. Then, I set my feet on the ground and hope the floor isn’t too slippery for me to hold myself up.

I move around him in my wheelchair to get to the other side of the kitchen. I open the fridge to see if it has something edible because Kerry hardly thinks about buying food. In the fridge is a cardboard box that isn't mine, so I take it out to see what's inside. Inside the box are 4 plastic containers with "champorado" written on them. I take out one of them because I'm far too curious to wait for Kerry to wake up to have a taste. Besides, I haven't eaten for five days and am hungry. I place it on the counter and turn to the coffee machine; there is Kerry's coffee, so I just take it. The first time I'm stealing Kerry's coffee. It typically is the other way around. I'm looking around because Kerry said they had baked too, but I can’t spot them. I will ask Kerry later. I place the coffee into my fancy cup holder on my wheelchair. Next, I take a spoon and the plastic container and put them on my lap. I roll out of the kitchen again and into my workspace to check my emails. There shouldn't be much. I have sorted most things out by now.

I only know who I must kill, never the "why". This hit made me wonder if all of this is what I want to do for the rest of my life. When I found them, they were standing in their bedroom, next to each other, holding their hands. They knew; I could see it in their eyes. The woman started crying; she pleaded that I could have their lives but please not hurt their daughter. I shot the man first; he was the main target; I didn't even think for a second. The woman was different; I had respect for her bravery. She looked into my gun barrel, and her only concern was for me not to hurt her child. This event shattered my heart, and I wavered between fulfilling my task or just walking away. She was only a side target because she might know details her husband had possibly told her. I thought about the risk of letting her walk and telling my boss that she had gotten away. Then the weapon fired without me realizing that I had pulled the trigger. She didn't die instantly; she stared at me for a few seconds; she must have seen my surprised face. Was it a pity that I saw in her eyes that day? I will never know.

Kerry doesn't answer but nods while staring past me. I frown but smile and hold my hand out to help him up. He takes my hand, and I pull. He looks lost and old. Older than he usually looks, at least.

Kerry pushed the wheelchair to the bed and started to undress himself until he stood bare chested before me, “Don’t tease me like this,” I laid my hand on his belly, “I…” Suddenly I felt dizzy and couldn’t finish my sentence. Kerry was speaking to me but it sounded far away and I couldn’t understand him. A few moments later, the dizziness passed and I became aware of my surroundings again. Kerry was holding his sweater against my nose. Did I have a nosebleed?

I thought Kerry would answer something, trying to weasel himself out, but he merely stared at me for a few seconds, his face turned from disapproving to sad. He got closer, sat down on the bed in front of me, holding my hands in his. Looking at me with his sad puppy eyes. “You’re not a bother, Val… But you’re right, I have weak moments, which I don’t want to show you. I’m afraid you might do something stupid otherwise.”

Kerry rolled over on his side to hold me even tighter than before "No one can hurt you here, you're safe."

Who am I?

They ate together and turned their conversation to more enjoyable things for a time, but when they were sitting in the Jacuzzi to unwind a bit, Vicco couldn’t hold back any longer.

WATER

Out of the Dark

I turned the shower on. The hot water hurt my skin for the first few seconds but turned quickly into a pleasing warmth.

Kerry helped me to get into bed. Before joining me, however, he placed a bottle of water next to me. He laid down on his back and I curled up at his side, my head resting on his shoulder. Since I was sick, Kerry preferred to sleep like this, holding me close. I made myself as comfortable as possible while still thinking about which part of my past I should share. It didn’t matter actually, he was right. He only had a summary of sorts about my life with only a few events that I explained more in detail. Like my marriage with Faye and my stepson Kilian, and, of course, my previous relationship with Vicco. Even there were enough stories left to share. I decided to begin with my childhood because it made sense. But I was somewhat reluctant to talk about my father. He was, and still is, a sore spot, even after so many years.

Who am I?

Vicco had seen Joris face when they stepped into this apartment for the first time, Vicco had picked it out of many, trying to choose the best suited for Joris. He thought Joris would appreciate a more fancy apartment, now he knew that Joris would prefer the opposite. Vicco also knew that they stayed here because he himself loved it and Joris knew it. Endless warm water, underfloor heating, a big bed, many things made out of real wood and stonework. It was like a dream.

If I had known

“Water’s not gonna cease to exist anytime soon!”

I'm tagging:

@ghostoffuturespast @jaymber @fereldanwench @cinnamon-mey @thedastrash @charlatron @kittynomsdeplume @a-shakespearean-in-paris @charmcity-jess @cleverblackcat @just-a-cybercroissant

and everyone else that would like to do this.

As always without any pressure!

The words to search are: refuse, deep, kiss and beach.

[trash-monkey]

Evigheden Academy

I yawned as I grip what's in my mail box that's with the rest of the attendances on the first floor of my apartment complex near the lobby, still wearing my pjs I step back on the elevator and take a look through my mail on the way back to my floor but a thick fancy letter catches my attention with a fancy stamped into navy blue wax which I wait until I'm back in my small apartment to begin to open it after taking a sit at my table. With gentle fingers I lift the wax and slide that papers inside out onto the table but once I see the name from where the letter comes from I frown my eyebrows together in confusion.

'Isn't Evigheden Academy a college for monsters only?'

Two years ago all types of monsters came out of hiding, as they had became tried of hiding any longer so they tried to join our human society, humans are afraid of what they don't understand so they try to shut it out or destroy it but the leaders of our two society's still come together and establish rules so both sides are safe although there still discrimination on both sides still to this day.

'But I'm not one of these people that think monsters should be killed as they have probably been on this earth longer then us.'

I thought as I begin to read the letter from the college.

*Dear, Mr. (Y/L/N)

We, Evigheden Academy board of education for monsters, have decided that the existing discrimination should end now! So we decided to pick four different norms to attend our college in the new year at the beginning of summer! You have been of the chosen to attend...*

I stop reading in complete shock and stare off into space before the leader of the monster society on the mute tv catches my attention so I quickly un-mute it.

"I have decided that this discrimination on both monster and humans sides should end now! We both live on the same planet!" He hold a letter up in the air for all to see.

"This is a letter! Four different humans will get one as we already send them out and they will be able to attend our college Evigheden Academy! As it's the same on our side! Four different monsters with receive a letter to attend human college Raven Academy! This is an act to stop discrimination from escalating further!" Hearing what I wanted to hear I turn it off in disbelief that I'm one of four human people to attend a famous monster college, I continue on reading the letter after the shock passed.

*If you wish to attend you must fill out the following paper forms and send it back as soon as possible so that we can send the appropriate items you'll be needing in your first year at Evigheden Academy!

~ Edward Allnight, principal of Evigheden Academy!*

My phone that's sitting on the table buzzes with multiple texts from family and friends asking if I got a letter in the mail which I replied with I did, they know that I've always been curious about monsters since I was a kid and when they came out two years ago it was like dream come true but now being able to attend a place filled with them it seems too unrealistic for me. Suddenly my phone rings with my parents contact on the screen which I quickly answered it.

"Hey, Ma and Pa!"

"Hey, sweetheart! Why you sound so down! You got a letter to attend Evigheden Academy just like you dream of ever since they built in!" I give a sigh.

"I don't know it seems too unreal, why me! Why did they choose me to attend out of millions of people!" I questioned my doubt on the letter.

"Honey, don't question it! Just be happy to be able to do something that a lot of people can't do!" I give a nod although they can't see it.

"You're right Ma! I better sign these papers and get it out before I change mind, so talk to you later!" After saying our byes I quickly start filling out the paperwork and put it back into my mail box once I'm done.

"(Y/N)! You got a package!" Nancy, a sweet little older Asian lady that works the front desk of apartments complex I live in which is placed next to the mailboxes and she calls my attention to a large heavy looking package sitting on her desk.

"Thanks!" I give her a respectable bow which she returns before I take ahold of the package and struggle back to my apartment, looking down while waiting in the elevator I see the stamp for Evigheden Academy stamped on the package to keep the thick string from falling off which made me smile as I step off the elevator and back into my apartment. I've only told my parents and close friends about my decision to attend Evigheden Academy, I open the package with quickly finger to see the box is filled with books and one letter laying on the top which I read before doing anything else.

*Thank you for deciding to attend Evigheden Academy! For your safety you must read and know by heart the Evigheden Academy rules from the rule book! We also send your schedule with a map for your first semester at our college which you should also thoroughly learn! All of our students live on campus which you'll be able to find your room and possible roommate listed on the outside bulletin board of Building B and Building C! We hope you'll like your stay!

~ Edward Allnight, principal of Evigheden Academy!*

Looking behind the letter to find my schedule and map so I sit the letter aside before reading.

Monday:

Astrological{Loki Neverborn, SkyDome} - 6:00 pm (2 hours)

Tuesday:

Norm Medicine{Rose Gaatha, Room 106} - 8:00 am (2 hours)

Herbology 101{Ataulf Agriwulf, Room 300 Inside Greenhouse} - 4:00 pm (1 hour)

Wednesday:

Ancient Greek{Roduulf Agriwulf, Room 254} - 9:00 am (2 hours)

Norm literature{Melody Nightchase,Room 116} - 2:00 pm (2 hours)

Thursday:

Algebra{Barnabas Growl, Room 117} - 11:00 am ( 1 hour)

Physics{Onyx Darkwood, laboratory 1 on floor 1} - 3:00 pm ( 2 hours)

Friday:

Norm Law{Cleopatra Haunter, Room 202} - 8:00 am (1 hour)

Extracurricular: Philosophy{Circe Heartstrom, Room 207} - 12:00 am (1 hour)

Humanities{Circe Heartstrom, Room 207} - 3:00 am (1 hour)

Saturday:

Gym assistant (teachers need help!) - 9:00am/5:00pm

Sunday:

Free day!

After giving my schedule a glance over I started looking at the map which shows three different on Evigheden Academy campus, the largest one has three floor which is Building A where all classes are held while Building B and Building C are dormitories. Once I'm done looking at the map I go through my first semester materials which are just books I'll be needing for my classes while I'll be needing to buy the rest of the necessities like pens, papers, ect. Which I had already went out and bought the supplies I'll be needing for the college right after sending off the first letter, now it's only a week and a half until the semester starts which means I need to start packing soon.

"Ma, Pa, I got accepted!" I called my parents about the news and to discuss all the information I just got which caused the talk to be long before I had to ended the call when remembering I had to inform the building complex manger of the situation.

"Don't worry I understand, just sign this paper saying you're still renting the apartment although you'll be living somewhere for business as the electric will be cut off after you have left and can be turned back on once you are back but the only real down side to this is that your rent will double." I give a nod and read through the paper to make sure this is what he said it is before signing the paper.

"Thank you so much for understanding! You're the best, Mike!" I return back to my apartment only to realize it's evening so with big plans in the future I get ready for bed.

_______________________________________________

[bibookmerm]

Okay yesterday I posted my fears with my parents but not how it went.

Yeah, so. They honestly are just scared. My dad didn't say a word and then left the table as soon as he could make an excuse to, which is pretty typical for him. My mom objected a bit, saying surgery is scary and dangerous and I shouldn't get any "unnecessary" surgeries.

She asked me "Why? Why? I don't understand."

I just said, because I know this is something I want.

Then we all sat in numb silence. She said she needs time to process this. And like. Okay. Sure. I said that's reasonable.

What I'm afraid of is they may not take any time to process this with anyone and keep just shoving their feelings down like they have been for years. I can't hold space for their grief myself in what is a joyful time for me, but I wish they would reach out to a friend, or my aunt, or even a counselor and be honest about how they feel so they could release some of their fear and sadness.

.

Silence is better than yelling. A bit easier. But it isn't acceptance.

My little brother told me he's happy for me which is such a relief. That was what I needed. I needed to know someone who's known me my whole life is happy for me. My other brother wasn't there and said he hopes it goes well + he'll support me no matter what. I am glad they support me. And I'm glad my cousin S was there. She tried to mediate and she wouldn't let my mom use her own mom, auntie L who's had two surgeries for breast cancer, as a scare tactic.

.

"What are we supposed to say?" my mom asked. And, like. Idk. Maybe, "I love you"? "This is hard for me, but I'll always love you." would have felt really good. They did eventually both say they love me and hugged me for a long time. These conversations have honestly never ended in a hug before so that's something, I guess.

I know surgery is a big deal. That's not my issue. My issue is they also got real quiet and uncomfortable and stared at their hands when I mentioned pronouns. When I asked them to please call me my chosen name. I can understand the gravity of a medical procedure, but they acted like this when I asked them to change one little word. I have been out as trans to them for 5 years. And my mom still "doesn't understand" that I am trans. I wish they would have googled trans 101 or attended one PFLAG meeting in all that time. It's not too late for them to do that.

I just felt tired and wanted to sleep after that. I sincerely hope they realize one day that I'm not going to take it all back and they need to try to meet me halfway as I am now. That's all I want.

[weltonreject]

hello !! it's egr and it's been a while !! how are u ?

i've officially started grad school, i'm still in the very beginning of planning my research but i have a rough topic now, i get to research how people come up with creative metaphors and i'm so excited !! i gave out my measure to a couple friends and it was so fun seeing their responses i'm excited to actually start collecting data for real soon

i also finally started decorating my room after moving and it's making me so happy, i have a little nook where my bed and side table fit perfectly and i put all my art up as well as a tapestry blanket thing and some nice string lights and it's so cozy now i am obsessed with it !!

anyway, i hope u are doing well !! i hope u are having good fall vibes and a good change of seasons so far! i hope you are getting to have lots of nice warm drinks and see lots of pretty nature and other fall things and i hope work and life and everything else are treating u well, and i also hope u have a good end to ur week and that ur weekend gives u exactly what u need !

i think i get to go horseback riding this weekend and i am so excited i used to ride in high school and i haven't in forever i am a little afraid bc i know i have none of the muscle for it anymore but also i am very excited so i hope it works out !!

i will stop rambling now, i hope u are having a good evening !! <333 egr

hi love!!! very very nice to hear from you as always!

your grad research sounds fantastic oh my god... that's so interesting i'd love to hear any developments in that. that's so fascinating!!! (also congrats on starting grad school officially. god bless, god speed, good luck!)

omg I'M also decorating my space since moving!! i definitely don't have such a cozy decor theme as it sounds like you do but we're decorating none the less! love that your place as a space you can appropriately call a "nook" that's fantastic <3 good for you, love xo

work (plural) had been kind to me recently! i have a thing in the city this weekend that i'm excited to go to, but also really nervous just because that's just what i do when i know i will be alone doing something. like. i love being on my own, but when i know that i have to Trust Myself it's like oh GOD not this bitch trying to manage public transport... god he's the WORST... BUT, anyhow, it's going to be nice to see book people and wear a cute outfit (even though it will probably be cold so i can't even show off a little of my new tattoo... BOO lol). i'm excited :) good weekends ahead!

i wish you the best of luck horseback riding-- be safe, be well, be calm, maybe be a lil lone ranger-y idk if that's your vibe but. i think you should have a little cowboy moment (for me). it was so nice to hear from you!! thank you for the update-- they're always welcome xo be well my dear. sending all my best x

[randominagines]

Pairing: Avengers X neutral reader

Warning: fluff

GIFs belong to their creators.

Part 1 here (Tony, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Wanda)

AVENGERS REACTING TO YOU SLEEPING NEXT TO YOUR BABY:

VISION

Vision is still getting used to how amazing the whole situation is: he never really thought about the joy of something so human like having someone to love, a child, a family... but since you meet him, everything changed. As soon as he steps into your bedroom and sees you sleeping with your kid in your arms, he freezes: he is overwhelmed with joy. He slowly moves, lying down next to you and caressing your baby's head. You perceive him and smile, cuddling against his body.

SAM

Sam would be so happy. He always wanted to have something so special and you and your baby mean everything to him. He steps into your house all enthusiastic. "Honey, I'm ho--" then he spots you both napping on the couch and his heart melts: he smiles and looks at you, his steps now as silent as possible while he walks to you to caress your cheek and leaves a quick kiss on your baby's head. He sits next to you and watch you sleep finding his peace.

PIETRO

Pietro had a very difficult life, so you are a blessing for him. When you first talked to him about your desire to have a baby with him, he was afraid, but coming back home and seeing you lying on your bed while holding that baby, it's worth everything to Pietro. He looks at you, chewing the internal part of his cheek, not sure about what he did to deserve you both. He caresses your cheek and you slightly open your eyes, your hand grabbing his. "Baby, come here." You whisper and he smiles while lying down next to you and your baby.

PETER

Peter would be so enthusiastic: he never really cared about how young you both are, he wanted this baby, he wanted this life and he wanted this family since the beginning. When he comes back and sees you both cuddling on the couch, you peacefully asleep and your baby caressing your face with those little hands while staring at you, he melts. He smiles, his eyes filled with wonder, and steps to you. Your baby notices him and smiles. "Daddy!" The child says, his tone enthusiastic. Peter chuckles while sitting next to you and taking the baby in his arms. "I'm here, let's be quiet so we won't wake up this lovely sleepyhead." He says and caresses your cheek while the baby nods, hugging Peter.

BUCKY

Bucky never really thought he deserved such an happiness, yet here you are. As soon as he enters the bedroom and sees you peacefully sleeping next to your baby, he can't help but smile. He slowly sits on the bed, lying down next to you and chuckling when your baby snuggles against his chest. You open your eyes and look at him, your hand caressing his cheek. "Babe, you're back." You whisper and he smiles, his arm wrapped around the baby while he caresses your leg with his free hand. "I am. You look so beautiful, God." He compliments and you smile, cuddling with him and your baby untill you all fall asleep together.

LOKI

Loki is still trying to get used to the fact that you and this baby are in his life. He doesn't know what he did to deserve such a wonderful gift, but he is grateful. When he steps into your house and sees you napping on the bed with your little child, he feels his eyes getting watery. He walks to you and sits next to you, his hand grabbing your baby's little hand to kiss the back of it. You open your eyes and see him. "Lo, you're finally here." You say and caress his cheek, he softly nod. "Go back to sleep, darling. I'm here." He whispers and you shake your head. "Not until you come here, my love." You say and move to make space for him. He tilts his head and smiles in amusement, lying next to you and taking the baby in one arm while he wraps you with the other.

[haziel-luz]

If requests are open can I request head canons of Raph and Leo (2007 version) reacting to seeing long scratches from their female s/o back (that reach from the shoulders to her lower back)

Of course I can! I'm so sorry it took a while. I've been trying to figure out how to write it well. I'm not sure if this was what you were expecting but I hope you like it either way.

Enjoy! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Sufferable Marks Are Beautiful Scars

2007!Leo x Fem!Reader

You’ve always been insecure about your back since the last showdown with the Shredder. Even after recovering from your trauma you still felt afraid of it. They were always the reason why you couldn’t get good clothing. It was difficult to get in the mood with your loving turtle in blue whenever your horrible marks were at the back of your mind. Luckily he never pressured you beyond just taking your sweater off from the heat.

Leo was beyond patient, you don’t know how he does it, and a part of you feels like you don’t deserve it. You want to be comfortable in your own..damaged skin, it’s just so difficult. Damn it you were touch starved, you want Leo to touch you and embrace you like he has in the past. You want that back.

Desperate to have the same contact again, you opened your laptop and researched for any type of surgery that’ll help cover the scar or remove it. There were so many options, but you’d have to talk to your doctor about it soon.

You were so focused and determined to find a solution, you didn’t notice Leo walking into the room from his training session. He walks closer from behind to sneak in for a kiss on the cheek. The light from your computer stops him, he reads a bit of what you're doing and froze. Were you really that insecure of your back? He knows that you were sensitive about it, but he thought you both were making progress.

He remembers that you used to only wear turtlenecks, then you changed from that to long sleeve shirts, and gradually changed to short sleeve shirts. He was happy with the progress, he didn’t mind the pace because he knew that the wait would be worth it. Seeing this now just made him question every progress along the way.

Leo wanted to make his presence known in the most gentle way possible, “Hey..”.

You gasped and slammed your laptop shut, “Leo!” You couldn’t believe you were caught, it’s so embarrassing. You were hoping that he didn’t see anything, but judging by his face you were definitely caught.

“What were you looking at?” Leo softly broke the minute of silence between you. You fidgeted a bit with a pillow on the couch.

“Um, I was just, I just..” Your voice got quieter, you felt a wave of emotion rise up, yet you kept your ground. Leo walked around the couch and sat beside you on the couch, close enough within reach but leaving some space if you needed it.

“Is it really that bad?” Leo asked, placing a hand on your’s to stop fidgeting. You looked up at him, expecting disappointment. All you saw was guilt and concern, and it tugged your heart. The longer you stare at those eyes you love so much, the faster your lid of emotions seems to loosen.

When you stayed silent, Leo took the opportunity to hold your face in his hands. “Am I not trusting enough?” This broke you and your eyes teared up, you pulled away to cover your face with your hands.

“I just don’t feel the same anymore. My back is so awful, I just don’t want you to see it.” You cried in your hands. Leo took the opportunity to carry you bridal style and take you to his room. You both had to talk about it in private before his brothers interrupted.

He places you on the bed and he sits beside you but closer this time. He wipes your tears away. “I thought we were making progress. I didn’t think you still felt so strongly about them.” You looked at him and looked away a bit.

“W-Well, it’s been a while since we’ve…you know.” You signaled Leo and yourself then the bed.

“Oh?...Oh!” Leo caught on a little slowly and blushed. “If that’s what’s so frustrating then I’ll happily give you the attention.” You blushed at his easy response and looked away.

“I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin yet..” You quietly say, fidgeting your shirt.

“We’ll take it one step at a time, alright?” Leo adjusted himself to be behind you.

“Wait, now??” You slightly moved but Leo stopped you with both hands on your shoulders.

“Yes, now. We don’t have to go all the way right now, but we can start building that trust today. I want you to trust me with yourself. I want you to feel confident enough to let your guard down with me.” Leo explains with a soothing tone of his voice that just convinces you no matter what he says. You relax under his touch.

“Alright, I trust-” Leo gently gives your lips a peck.

“Only say that when you’re ready to give yourself to me.” Leo smiles, he slowly starts to put his hand in your shirt. He didn’t want to just lift up your shirt. “I’m gonna feel your scar from the bottom up.” He lets you know before he does, all you could do was give a short nod. He feels the bottom of your scar and slowly slides up, following the path it takes. You gasped and tried not to flinch away. He kisses your shoulder to calm your nerves.

“I love you. Every single part of you.” Leo says, repeating his actions to touch your scar. He calmed you down, this progress feels more advanced and you're happy that you were willing to take that step.

Thanks to the reassurance, you're not nervous anymore, but your confidence caught him off guard. You turned your head and kissed him passionately. Your actions surprised you as well.

“That was pretty fast.” Leo teases, you turn around in his arms and scoff.

“I’m just tired of waiting.” You bury your head in his neck, making him chuckle. You're done feeling frustrated and insecure about yourself that you're willing to ignore what you were feeling just a few moments ago. You want to give into Leo and you definitely want to just accept your scar. “I trust you Leo.”

Leo smiles and lands both of you on the bed with him on top. “About time.” You lightly slap his chest, but you still giggle. Facing your insecurities makes you feel confident, and a lot of things off your shoulders. Tonight he’s gonna show you how much he loves and misses you. An action you missed for a while. You love Leo for who he is inside and out, and you knew that he accepted you despite any injury. Love really does conquer all, even if it’s loving yourself too.

2007!Raph x Fem!Reader:

Raph has been touchy lately. You don’t know what came over him, but whenever he gets the chance he would kiss you or hold you close. He’d even step it up and pat your ass, only when there's no one around or watching.

You haven’t been able to be intimate without clothing, or at all since your injury. You hated the Shredder for the injury, not only because it made you insecure but you felt that Raph always felt guilty for it. You didn’t want to show your back to him for his sake. You didn’t want it to ruin the mood.

Today was the anniversary of defeating the foot clan, and Mikey wanted to have a flashy celebration. He even begged and bothered until everyone agreed as long as it was on the budget.

April picked out dresses for you and her. You used your’s and Raph’s room to change in while she used the bathroom. The selection of dresses April picked out for you was pretty, but you preferred backless dresses. Before your injury, Raph wasn’t used to displaying affection so he would just put his hand on your back or on your waist.

These dresses aren’t backless, they are pretty, just what you need but not what you wanted. You stood there and tried to decide what dress to wear, it was so frustrating.

Sighing, you went to the shared closet you and Raph shared. You rummage through and find an old dress you used to wear, it’s so gorgeous. Red and backless, this dress made every other guy speechless, hell it made Raph fall in love with you every time you wore it.

You decided to give it a try and changed into it. It fit like a glove, you were happy that you kept the same figure. You walked in front of the mirror and you even fell in love with yourself. It was a beautiful nostalgia. Then came the backless part, turning around slowly, your thoughts of feeling gorgeous flew out the window.

From your shoulder and down to your lower back, it was an eyesore. You tried to imagine your back without the scars, you just couldn’t, it was unimaginable at this point.

“Holy shit..” Raph's voice snapped you out of your trance. You jumped out of your skin with a yelp and instantly faced your back to the wall and away from the mirror. You see Raph’s reaction, you thought it would be filled with disgust or a cringe, his reaction was nothing but pure desire.

“I-I thought you were getting a suit with the guys?” You spoke up, slightly breaking the tension.

“I finished, bought the first thing that was decent before Mikey got irritating. Now I kinda wish I got something better, cause holy shit…I’m gonna look half assed next to you.” Raph eagerly stared up and down your figure.

You could’ve played along with his flirtatious encounter or even give him an eyeful by turning around slowly. Could’ve. Right now you feel nervous and anxious, trying to cover your back with your arms even if he couldn’t see. The exposure makes you feel small.

“Thanks, b-but I’m not gonna wear this one. April brought me some options, I just wanted to see if this one still fits so..” He watches you talk with nerves and slightly struggling to cover your back. Raph sighs, tosses his suit on the bed and walks towards you. You slowly walked backwards, you felt your back touch the wall. “Raph? What are you do-?” He places his hands on the wall on either side of you, enclosing you, trapping you. You felt cornered.

He doesn’t say anything, looking into your eyes, observing you. He moved one of his hands to touch your shoulder and you flinched, quickly shutting your eyes. “..Are you afraid of me?” This question got you to open your eyes and frown. You thought he wanted to see your back.

“What? N-no! Why would I be afraid of you?” You composed yourself, he let go of your shoulder and stepped away from you, his warmth leaving you made you ache for more.

“It’s just, you weren’t being yourself since the Shredder. When Donnie patched you up he told me that you might experience some traumatic side effects. I never wanted to ask what happened to you, but I can’t feel that I’m doing enough for you no matter what I try.” Raph explains and looks away from you. When you don’t say anything he starts walking away to open the door.

“Wait!” You spoke up and finally moved away from the wall to hold his arm. All this time, he was showing you affection openly to avoid you from going into a dark place. He did this out of his comfort zone just for you to get better. “You were being touchy because you were worried about my mental state?” Raph rubs his neck.

“Yea, I was trying to-Casey said that if I gave you more physical attention then you would feel more loved than scared.” Raph flustered over his words. You smile at him and gradually laugh, something you haven’t done as much recently. Raph stayed still while you laughed, hearing you laugh was one of the many things about you that made him smile.

“You actually listened to Casey’s advice? I mean it’s not that bad, but still, I didn’t think you would go for an ass pat.” You laughed.

“Hey I- nevermind that, why did you even look like you were afraid of me?” He quickly tries to change the subject. Your laughter stopped and you slowly started to feel nervous again.

“I thought…you wanted to see my back.” You responded, letting go of his arm to put your arms behind you, trying to cover yourself.

“That’s it?” Raph raised a non-existent eyebrow at you. You looked at him and you frowned a bit. You didn’t think he was gonna be insensitive.

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’?” You said offensively.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I already saw the scar before.” Raph gently put his hands on your shoulder and rubbed them to wear off your little anger.

“You what?!” You looked at him in shock, mouth agape. “When the hell?!” Raph was getting alarmed by your reaction. Did you not want him to see your back that badly?

“Calm down! You left the door unlocked in the bathroom and I needed my bandana before I went to go training.” Raph saw that you're about to yell out more questions so he continued before you did. “Your music made it easy for me to go stealth mode…and I decided to take a peak. I really miss your dance moves by the way.” Raph couldn’t help show a grin at the memory, you snapped him out of that walk down memory lane with a slap on his shoulder.

“What the hell! I didn’t want you to see my back because I didn’t feel attractive enough for you.” You blurted your true feelings out loud. Raph paused for a second and gave you a ‘really?’ look. “What?” You snapped, you didn’t mean to, you were still in shock with this discovery, and of course Raph understood that.

“Such irony. You don’t feel attractive enough for me but then what does that make me?” Raph gives you a soft look. The irony hit you hard, you accepted Raph for the way he is, you loved him despite his flaws, you even embraced him completely. Up until now, you actually understood how insecure he felt about himself. You were only worried about your back, he had to worry about his entire being his whole life. If anyone could understand insecurities, it’s him.

“Raph…I’m sorry, I didn’t real-” Raph cut you off by taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply. You gasped, slowly leaning into the kiss and following his lead. The kiss was breathtaking. He pulls away slowly and keeps you close, it took you a full minute to process his hand on your back. Softly tracing your scar, making you feel unexpectedly nice shivers.

“I love you no matter what, the same way you love me. Now stop being a brat and let me love you my way.” His last remark made you giggle, you’ve noticed that your banter with him felt like it never changed. Raph holds your thighs and picks you up, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. You giggle when he kisses from your cheek to your neck. This showed you that he was really touch starved.

“Wait, stop, what if someone comes in?” You tap his shoulder. Raph softly tosses you on the bed, you yelped in surprise but still laughed. He hovered over you and smirked.

“I locked the door on the way in. We can afford to be a little late.” Raph smiles when you kiss his nose.

“Yea, sure, a little late.” You sarcastically say with a playful eye roll.

“Glad we understand each other.” Raph chuckles.

Later that night, you both arrived two hours late. You both had to apologize to everyone, especially Mikey. You both could make amends to them but neither of you would ever regret it. It was the best moment you two have had in a while, and a huge step to accepting the change to your physical appearance. Your backless dress distracted them from asking questions about you and Raph. Yes, you wore the backless dress to the anniversary, that’s how accepting you are with yourself. That’s the strength you were determined to show. No matter what, you're still that confident woman you were a while back. Scars and all.

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[dazaiscum]

Hewoo! One: I ABSOLUTELY ADORED WHAT YOU WROTE FOR MY REQUEST, OMG

Second: After reading the present for his beloved yandere Dazai, I was thinking of something maybe weird but (cover of You right by Doja Cat and The weekend made by Rain Paris running in brain) what if at some point he meets the reader who's stuck in a relationship that literally drains her out (let's say she's very intense and passionate naturally) and he can see she's eyeing him with those sparkles and that want and said lively sparkles disappear when her boyfriend shows up?

(use it however you please, cheating, jealousy, nsfw, anything you wish tbh. The thrill is real 😅 if you're uncomfortable with it ignore :3)

Legit don't know what to name this....

A/n note: I AM SO GLAD YOU LIKED THAT!!!! cause I was kinda scared you didn't. I love this request and I think I'm gonna make the boyfriend abusive. ILY <3 Reader works in ADA in this fic.

Warnings: Mentions off Abuse, Mentions of blood.

Dazai was confused. He didn't understand why your shorter skirts and blouses were changing to turtlenecks and trousers.

He didn't understand why the person who was happy-go-lucky and still kept her smiles in serious situations to calm everyone else was rarely showing any emotions now.

He didn't understand the little speck of red on your blouse he saw the other day while you were getting coffee.

He didn't understand why you came to the agency rarely and only for emergencies.

He didn't understand why you flinched at almost every little sound but then, It hit him harder than a truck. We stan truck-kun

You were being abused, that's the only possible outcome he could get.

He planned to go to Ranpo during the lunch break to confirm his theory since he didn't want to get to conclusion that quick.

Time passed and it was already the lunch break. Dazai made his way over to Ranpo's desk.

There he was with a pocky in his mouth, reclining his chair and a bunch of snacks crowding the space on his desk.

"Ranpo-sa" He started but was cut off by Ranpo.

"I already know why you're here Dazai, I'm the best detective after all....but, i’m afraid to tell you that....you’re right."

At that moment Dazai was conflicted. Why didn't you ask him to help you? Why did you allow them to abuse you? You were clearly capable of defending yourself. Why didn't he notice it before. Thoughts like these surged his mind.

In the end he came to a decision. He would go to your house after work, Find out who was abusing you and take care of the problem.

Time passed, The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky.

Dazai and Kunikida were on there way to your house. Yes, yes he dragged Kunikida along with him. Kunikida was genuinely worried about you.

Soon they arrived infront of your door. Dazai rung the bell and not a Minuit after you opened it.

“Ah! Dazai and Kunikida-san!” You said with a huge smile plastered on your face with those lively sparkles in your eyes.

Dazai would've thought nothing was wrong if he didn't see the bruises on you right arm. 

“Hey, y/n. Kunikida-kun and I were wondering why you couldn't come to the agency today?” He asked with a carefree tone, hiding his worries behind his chestnut pools.

You were just about to answer when a voice cut you off. “Y/n, who’s at the door?”

A man emerged from the shadows where the voice had previously came from and puts a hand on your shoulder.

Those remaining sparks of life you had in your eyes seemed to have disappeared. And that's when Dazai knew, he had found the root of the problem.

“uhm, Dazai, Kunikida-san meet my boyfriend bf/n. bf/n these are my colleagues from the agency.” You introduced them awkwardly, your smile faltering.

Dazai was quick to pick a topic though. “Are you abusing her?”

“What did you just say?”

“I said are you abusing her?”

Eyes widening you were fast to take action. “D-dazai we can talk about th-this later” You say pushing him a little.

However Dazai wouldn't budge. “I said this before I will say it again. Are. You. Abusing. Her?” 

“So what if I am? what are you gonna do about it, huh?” your ‘boyfriend’ says clearly challenging Dazai having know idea that he was a former port mafia executive. mf really about to get his ass beaten

Dazai clenches his jaw, takes you in his embrace. Caressing your hair, he takes your chin in his hands, lifting your head up slowly. 

“How much did he hurt you, Y/n?” 

“D--Dazai please”

“Do you trust me?”  he asks you to which you nod instantly.

“Then please”

Hesitantly you show him all your scars, all the places he had hurt you. There were several cuts, bruises, and burn marks all over your body.

“We have enough proof, don't we Kunikida-san?” Dazai questions moving his head towards Kunikida’s direction still embracing you.

“Yes, yes we have. bf/n as of this moment you are under arrest for domestic violence” Kunikida says while he pushes his glasses up.

“Y-you, You can't do that!” bf/n says panicked and throws a chair towards Kunikida.

Kunikida however blocks it in time. Your ‘boyfriend’ quickly tries to escape using the back door.

Leaving he says, “Just you wait! I will come for you! You can't hide forever Y/n!! These people will die because of you!!”

Your eyes widening with fear, sweat starting to form on your forehead, tears starting to form in your eyes, you clutch his clothes to find some sense of security.

Noticing your frightened state, Dazai was quick to tighten his embrace around you, wiping your tears with his fingers and whispering reassuring things in you ear.

Kunikida then attacks bf/n, stopping him right before he escapes.

Soon later a bunch of Yokohama cops came and arrested your ‘boyfriend’ for domestic violence and sexual and physiological abuse because Dazai had already predicted an outcome of this sort.

He gave you one last glare before the police took him in the pursuit vehicle.

Petting your hear and placing a kiss on your forehead, Dazai spoke up. “See, he’s gone. He won't disturb you anymore.”

“Dazai”

“Hm?”

“Thanks” you said smiling a bit, with the sparkles of life, brighter than ever before now back in your h/c orbs.

“No problem” He says giving you a smile back and petting your hair.

“Promise me if something like that ever happens again you will come ask me for help” Dazai tells you raising his pinky finger towards your direction.

Smiling softly you connect your pinky with his, placing a ghost of a kiss there.

“I promise”