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helliontherapscallion · 3 years

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Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park.

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step.

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong.

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest.

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands.

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night.

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno.

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on?

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his.

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’.

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter.

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!”

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood.

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern.

“‘M fine.”

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief.

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained.

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.”

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle.

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone.

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you.

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’.

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.”

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.”

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better.

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buckys-forgotten-plum · 3 years

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Hold Me Tighter ||3||

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Peter and reader have a talk and Bucky overhears.

Warnings: Swearing I think? A big of angst, fluff, Buck jumping to conclusions bc he’s a soft dummie...

A/N: Hej hej friends, it’s been a bit since i’ve posted something. My life has been wild and though i’ve been working on various things I have yet to complete said various things. Hopefully posting this gets me back into the groove. Please enjoy and give me feedback as its very much appreciated!! <3

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“Do you have an ace?”

“Nope, go fish,”

“Do you have a crush on Bucky?”

You almost drop your hand full of cards on the ground as the words leave the man's mouth.

“Wha-Peter!”

“What? It kinda looks obvious, on both sides, but it’s like you guys or holding back or something,” Peter shrugs nonchalantly as he plucks a card from the deck before laying down another set of matches.

You pout, “Why are you so good at this game?”

“Answer my question first,” He laughs lightly while playfully nudging your shoulder with his fist.

You and Peter had been the ones left at the tower while the team was on their latest mission. You felt grateful for the company, or at least you did before he started asking questions while he taught you how to play various card games. The pair of you sat facing each other, legs crossed and knees almost touching as the deck of cards sat in the middle.

“I dunno… Maybe?” You could feel the fire in your cheeks and ears as you answered, forgetting to ask if Pete had a card and taking straight from the deck instead.

Peter smiled widely and set down the few cards he still had, putting his full attention on you, “That’s great, Y/n! I think he likes you too! Why haven’t you guys gotten together yet? You spend like every day with each other when Bucky isn’t on a mission. He even cooks for you all the time and I’ve never seen him do that with anyone-”

“Peter, it's not like that. I’m pretty sure he just thinks of me as like… A charity case or something. He’s helped me a lot since I’ve gotten here but it was solely because he felt obligated too. Kind of like when you find a puppy on the street,” You set your cards down to the side as well, using your free hands to nervously tangle your fingers together.

“That's ridiculous! Y/n he calls you pet names all the time, he carries you around, I even saw him kiss your cheek before he left!” Peter points an accusatory finger at you.

Your eyes widen in shock and you stutter before responding, “Why are you paying so much attention to us? It’s weird how much you notice...And besides, lately he hasn’t really been the same. He tells me that he’s always busy with training or meetings or something, and I get that it happens, especially with what you guys do! But it just feels like he’s been avoiding me lately,”

“The whole team has noticed! You guys have done almost everything but make it official,” The man sighs exasperatedly before leaning forward and pressing his forehead against yours, a silly habit the two of you developed for serious conversations, making you giggle a bit before pushing back, “You should talk with him about it dude,”

You keep your forehead pressed against Pete's, sighing quietly before responding, “I just think… If he doesn’t feel the same way, then everything is going to change. He won’t want to spend time with me anymore, or talk to me, he won’t wanna watch movies with me… He just- he won’t be able to think of me as more than just the silly mutant that’s been obsessed with him for as long as she’s known him,” Your face had scrunched up into a scowl as you thought about what life would be like without Bucky by your side.

“Hey, hey, hey! He won’t do that, I promise. Bucky isn’t like that, he’d never just start to ignore you or think of you as some obsessed girl. It’s obvious he cares about you a lot, and I think it would be good for both of you to talk about it,”

“I wouldn’t even know where to start-”

“Start with how you feel, put it all out in the open,” Pete says confidently.

“That’s crazy!”

“How is it crazy?”

“I can’t just go up to him and say, ‘Hey I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve been deeply enthralled and have wanted to be with you since the first time we met!’”

Peter was about to respond, but a deep voice interrupted, “Y/n?”

You and Pete pull your heads apart and gape at the tall brunette standing in the doorway, his eyebrows pulled together in a frown and his eyes full of confusion. “Bucky I-”

He puts a hand up before you can continue, “I um-I gotta go shower. Sorry I interrupted you guys,”

You sat frozen on the floor as Bucky quickly made his exit, Peter switching his gaze between you and the now empty doorway. “Oh my god-” he muttered in absolute bewilderment.

“Wh-what just happened? What should I do? Oh my god he hates me! He’ll never speak to me again-”

“No! No, no, no it’s fine! Just a misunderstanding! You need to go after him and clear it up,” Peter tells you, hurriedly standing up before grabbing your hands and helping you stand. “You need to tell him everything Y/n. *Everything.*”

You nod your head in agreement, starting for the doorway, “Thanks pete, I’ll see you later,”

Peter’s response doesn’t quite register as you quickly walk down the maze of hallways, trying to find the fastest possible route to Bucky’s room. Your heart felt like it was pounding hard enough to escape your chest.

You let out a yelp as you suddenly hit a wall, “Oh hey kid, you seen Barnes yet? He was lookin for ya,” Tony’s hands are on each of your arms to steady you as he begins to ask how your week with Peter went.

You can’t focus on any of his questions, solely focused on fixing the mess you had made.

“Kid? You okay?” Tony steps closer to you, his overbearing father coming out as he reaches up to check your temperature, “hmm maybe we should get you to med, you feel a little hot,”

“Tony I’m fine-” You try and back out of his grasp but he holds onto you firmly.

“Hey if you’re gettin’ a fever we want to catch it quick-”

“I don’t have a fever, please-”

“C’mon, it’ll only take a minute,”

“Oh my god, goodbye!” You huff out before pushing Tony away from you and using your power to disappear from the hallway.

Tony lets out an annoyed sigh, “If you get anyone else sick you’re the one who’s taking care of them!” he shouts into the empty space.

You however, had already popped up outside of Bucky’s door, your hands clenched into fists of stress and nerves. Your right hand went to open the door but when you tried to twist the handle it didn’t budge.

“Friday can you let me in?”

“Mr. Barnes has specified to not be bothered for the time being,” The AI responded simply.

You let out a huff of frustration, “Okay well it’s either you unlock the door and let me in or I just pop up in there, so…”

There was a moment of silence before you heard the quiet click of the door unlocking, making you smile victoriously, “Thank you, Friday,”

Bucky was still in the bathroom with the door closed when you had entered his room. You took a quick look around before deciding to sit on the bed and wait for him to be done. Your fingers began to tangle and pull at themselves in a stressful manner and you couldn’t help the tight feeling in your chest. It only got worse when you heard the running water turn off and the sound of Bucky drying and dressing himself.

When Bucky opens the door, the both of you freeze in place, eyes locked on to each other for what felt like ages.

Bucky is the first to break eye contact and move, “I thought I told Friday I didn’t want any visitors,” he mumbles quietly, going over to toss the damp towel in his hands into a laundry hamper.

“I uh- I told her I would just pop in anyways…”

“Shouldn’t invade people's privacy like that, kid,” his cold tone made you cringe, “can’t start abusing your power like that,”

“Listen Bucky, I came here to explain-”

“You don’t gotta explain anything to me. I saw what I saw, it’s not a big deal,” he interrupts you and avoids your eyes as he begins to unpack from his mission.

“Except I think you might not understand entirely-” you begin only to be interrupted again.

“No! No, I get it. Pete is a good kid, good morals, good background. I can see why you’d like him, it makes sense,” Bucky’s voice was clearly stressed as he spoke and it just made your chest tighten even more.

“Bucky no-”

“He’s closer to your age, you have a lot in common, spend a lot of time together…”

“Why is everyone interrupting me today?” you groan out in frustration before getting up off of the bed and walking over to the disgruntled man.

You move to sit on the other side of the duffle bag he continues to empty, still avoiding your eyes. You let out a huff of annoyance and quickly grab hold of Bucky's hands, bringing them to a pause.

“Kid, I gotta unpack-”

“No. Not until you let me say what I need to say. Without interrupting me,” You state firmly.

Bucky visibly clenches his jaw, giving you a small nod to continue, “You didn’t hear me say those words to Peter-”

“Yes I di-” “What did I just say? No interruptions!”

Bucky sighs, “Sorry,”

You take another breath before restarting, “You didn’t hear me say those words to Peter. You heard me telling him about what I’d say to someone else,”

Bucky’s face scrunches up in confusion as he replays your words in his head, trying to put the pieces together, but failing. “Who were you going to say-”

“You! Ya big dummy. I was telling Peter what I would say to you,” You blurt out with a breath of exasperation.

Bucky shook his head, as if to try and wake himself up from a daydream, “Are you serious?”

“Yes! Of course I am, Buck. I- Peter said that it would be good for the both of us if I admitted my true feelings for you, and I didn’t know what I would say, so he suggested that I just flat out tell you, and…” You trail off, hoping the older can figure out the rest on his own.

“And that’s when I walked in? When you had figured out what exactly you’d say?”

“More or less, yeah,” you answer quietly, giving Bucky’s hands a gentle squeeze to try and bring even more reassurance.

“Why were you so close to each other?” You looked back up to Bucky, a smile gracing your features as his gaze finally met yours.

“Because we were having a serious discussion. Isn’t that what everyone does?” You ask, brows slightly knit in confusion.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “No I think that’s only you two,”

“Oh…”

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes, mulling over what you’d like to say next and trying to organize your thoughts. When Bucky didn’t say anything for a while you decided to continue on, “So um...Do you maybe uh-maybe do you feel the same way? About me?”

Bucky doesn’t even wait a beat to answer, “Oh my god yes! Yes I’ve felt the same way for ages, doll!”

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you take in the new information, “You have?”

Bucky nods his head, a smile on his face as he looks into your eyes, “Sweetheart I’ve been head over heels for you since I first caught you in midair,” he chuckles.

You grin at Bucky and feel the familiar flickering of your powers take place, knowing your emotions were much too strong to stop it. Within the blink of an eye you had popped out of existence and popped right back up into Bucky’s lap, making him fall over in a huff of laughter.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the softness of his hair, “What gives then you goof? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “Once you started gettin’ the hang of your powers and began training with the rest of the team, I dunno… It felt like you didn’t need me there for you anymore, I didn’t want to risk holding you back from making new friends and connections,” Your heart split in two hearing Bucky’s explanation.

You pull your face out of his lovely smelling hair and stare into the soldier's pretty blue eyes, “That’s silly Bubba. You would never hold me back! You’re the reason why I’m so comfortable around everyone now. You gave me the strength to get out of my comfort zone,” Bucky grinned at your words and shook his head, mentally chiding himself for being so foolish.

“M’sorry lovie, I guess I got in my own head about everything. Almost messed it all up too because I got so upset when I saw you and Peter,” Your chest swelled with happiness when he calls you one of your favorite nicknames, knowing the two of you were back to normal.

“It’s okay! I can understand why you thought what you did. But I promise I’ve only ever been deeply enthralled with you,” You laugh and push your forehead up against Bucky’s, making him let out a deep melody of chuckles.

“Does this mean I don’t have to hold back anymore? I can love on you as much as I want?” Bucky pairs his question with an affectionate nuzzle in the crook of your neck before looking back up into your gleeful eyes.

You giggle and brush your nose up against his as you nod your head, “You coulda done that before,”

Bucky’s hands move from around your waist to your thighs, easily lifting the both of you up from the plush carpet, “M’never lettin’ you go ever again. Gonna hold on real tight, sweet girl.”

You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and try to pull Bucky closer, burying your face back into the crook of his neck and breathing him in. He moves the two of you over to his bed and flops down onto it, pulling the both of you under the covers and tangling his legs with yours. The two of you stay like that for what feels like ages.

A perfectly content tangle of happiness and relief.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes request #marvel fic #Winter Soldier #peter parker #tony stark #Bucky angst

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ushiwakaout · 4 years

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parings: Ushijima x reader , Iwaizumi x reader and Sakusa x reader

warnings: NSFW (under the black lines) daddy kink w hajime, Timeskip Haikyuu. language? jealousy? fannon sakusa? anal w sakusa. bad grammar :)

a/n: as a compressed woman myself, i don’t think there is enough compressed content out there, or maybe i haven’t found any.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

this man LOVES you, you cannot put it into words

let’s start with being in public

he isn’t touchy feely with you in public, never. he think it looks bad and does’t wanna make you uncomfy

does hold your hand... kind of. You def. have smaller hands than he does so you grab his pinky most of the time, he thinks its really damn cute.

leaned down to kiss your forehead.

if you’re ever out to go eat at like a stand or sum, he sits down and he’s basically looking at you or at your chest depending on the chair.

ONLY PDA THING HE WILL DO ONCE IN A WHILE IS LEAN HIS HEAD ON YOUR CHEST AND PUT HIS HANDS ON YOUR BUTT IF HES FEELING ADVENTUROUS.

i know id love this- HIM LOOKING UP AT YOU AND ASKING FOR PERMISSION TO LIKE CARESS YOUR LOVE HANDLES OR HIPS BC UR SO THICC AND HE FUCKING LOVES EVERY SINGLE INCH *sigh* im touch starved

When it comes to being at home, he’s legit the most handsiest airhead in the freaking world

He could be laying on the couch, he makes you sit on his lap and your like “mmm, no” but he reminds you that he’s legit full nelsoned your ass while standing in front of a mirror and you like “..... y-you don’t need to remind me!!!” so you sit on his lap

y’all start talking and he’s like really distracted with you chest, doesn’t matter the size he just want his hand on your boobs.

very touchy man in private, this man was touch starved until you came in and now he can get enough.

“Toshi? What are you doing?”

Hes caressing your boobies and he just smiles like the big dumb idiot he is and whispers something about being in love with your chest and he sits up a lil and just shoves his face in ur tits, like not even in a sexual way.

let’s also add a lil nsfw in this fluff

when you guys first did the deed you hesitated in taking of your clothes, you did not want him to see you naked, not yet at least. he didn’t mind at, but he made you wear his shirt.

you kissed him and changed in the bathroom and when you came out wearing his shirt like a dress, he got embarrassingly hard

that day he realized that his favorite position w you (only when you wear his shirts) is doggy style bc he’d ruin all his shirts and ball up the hem of it to pull you so deep into his cock and holy shit he’s never felt so much euphoria

he’s got you screaming his name, drooling over the bed sheets, covering his cock with your orgasm. god he loves the sight of your body giving out due to multiple orgasms.

also loves eating you out, wow

he’s told you that he’d be happy if he suffocated in-between your thighs

you had to let out a giggle but like it turned into a moan

cocky bastard

loves leaving marks on you, there’s so much skin to cover, and he wants to do it all.

Iwaizumi Hajime

I 100% believe that this boys mother is compressed as well and you cannot tell me otherwise

loves public pda especially at night

has to be touching you in some way shape or form

either holds your hand, your waist or your ass, just depends how you’re feeling and how he’s feeling

kisses your hand or the crown on your head

say if your ever standing in line and your in front of him, he will lean his head down and put his chin on top of your head

slaps your ass when he think no one is looking BUT SOMEONE IS ALWAYS LOOKING and he just makes you really embarrassed

i think he’s definitely an ass guy so he pinches your butt a lot

when he went to Irvine in Cali, he just had to take you with him, he couldn’t just leave his baby all alone without him.

you guys had a free day so y’all went to laguna beach, lucky it wasn’t as packed as it usually was or so you heard

at this point iwaizumi has given you enough confidence to wear a two piece, (obviously high waisted)

half the time at the beach you felt like he wanted to bark at the guys who stared at your ass while you sun bathed.

he’d bother you a lot for kisses and low key make out sessions

and let me tell you when he pulled away from the kiss and saw how plum and fucking red your lips where, he was hard, he’s never wanted you to wrap you mouth around his cock so bad

he calmed down for a bit, went into the water and cooled down, while you still laid on you belly enjoying the sun

at some point he was the one sunbathing and you where in the water

and now he believes that he picked the wrong pair of short to wear bc he got hard while watching you walk back to your spot, water just dripping down every curve and in every crook of your body

“We’re going back to the hotel now.”

you don’t complain, it’s not like you didn’t fucking notice how hard his cock was, it made your mouth drool

god getting to the hotel, he wasted no time at all what so ever.

kissed you all around, you skin tasted salty and fresh on his tongue

you broke the kiss to tell him that you guys should probably get into the shower or sand will be everywhere.

SHOWER SEX

Hajime has a love/hate relationship with shower sex but today he didn’t care, he just pounded into your pussy like it was the last time he’d ever feel you

He loves pulling your body, you back close this his chest while he’s ramming into you, whispering the naughtiest things in your ears.

it either “you’re so tight, fuck, you’re twitching. Does it feel that good, hm? You’re pussy wrapped around my cock, taking me in so well. You love this don’t you, filthy little thing you are.”

he also likes teasing you, god he loves just holding your hips just to fuck you so slowly, edging you. “Are you gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock? You’re gonna be daddy’s good girl and cum all over my cock, right?”

he’s such an asshole, i need to stop writing bc i legit wont stop. i love hajime so much omfg

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Oh boy Sakusa is def hard to write about, but i love him so ill do it

I think is he dated a compressed reader, he’d def tease them about their height, never their weight

Although he’s always been iffy about touching, there’s just something about you

he always has to be touching you somehow

his teammates at MSBY are really surprised to figure out that he has an S/O and that he lives and breathes the same air as their Oomi

They are really surprised when you come one day after practice and he doesn’t immediately go to the showers, go goes straight to kiss you just to say a quick hello and then he rushes into the shower.

Atsumu’s like, “how you do dat?” you shrug it off bc you have no idea either bc ever since you’ve started dating he gets a lot more comfortable with you

his teammates love you by the way especially bokuto and hinata (ima say u used to be karasunos co manager w yachi)

thicc boys and girls hang together

anytime bokuto tries hugging you, you’re ready to accept him with open arms but Oomi is just like NO. BIG NO

Pouty boy sakusa doesn’t want bo accidentally feeling you up bc thats his job

Obviously atsumu is the comic meme where it’s like “are you sakusa’s new girlfriend! Dude! He told me you were hot but i didn’t believe him, bc like have you seen him? out of his league. Like, btw, fuck him, dude. Lets elope- I AIN’T DOIN NOTHIN!” atsumu thinks you’re hot always flirts w/ you bc he low key has a thing for thicc girls (probably gonna write something about that bc i know for a fact people believe that he’d call a big girl “pig” but i think he’d be the type of asshole to hide the fact that he’s dating you bc he’s called people pigs and what not but during his time at MSBY bokuto def. rubbed of on him.

atsumu high key doesn’t remember you but YOU DEF REMEMBER HIM

you bumped into him while refilling waters and he’s like “watch it pig”

sakusa heard what you said and atsumus like “oh shit....”

you can’t tell me sakusa did not grad his usual cute scarf and try to suffocate him with it bc he insulted his s/o before he was their s/o

“we barely knew each other then stop trying to kill him Oomi!”

high key sakusa saw you that day and was like wow.

you can out of the bathroom with ur cute hand towel and hand sanitizer, you were low key sick but didn’t wanna put anyone at risk so u had a mask on too

you caught his looking and you just waved, you don’t really remember that day but he def does bc he fell i love with u then and there

his cousin had to drag him away from following you down the hall and ask what was you cleaning regimen bc he knew id freak u out a lil but it really wouldn’t have.

sukusa is only public handsy if he’s tipsy or when he’s at home w you and the three boys (atsumu, bokuto and hinata) he says he hates them but he doesn’t and you know that bc he wouldn’t let them into their house if he did

they WILL NOT LEAVE IF THE MISS THE TRAIN OR ARE TOO DRUNK TO WALK YOU FORCE OOMI TO LET THEM SLEEP OVER

You’re like covering them with blankets any everything and lightly waking them up to put a pillow under their head, hinata low key starts crying bc he says you’re so sweet and that oomi should be feel so lucky that he’s got someone like you

okay hinata almost makes you cry but u like just boop his nose and giggle it off

while you’re covering up atsumu, he starts flirting with you and u just laugh but tell me why sakusa will come behind you and just wrap his arms around you, puts his chin on your shoulder and glares at him

basically saying “leave my woman alone.”

atsumu is high key (even if sakusa doesnt realize but you do) enticing sakusa so you can get a good fuck tonight bc he feels a lil bad for intruding.

TELL ME WHY IT WORKS THO

Sakusa will like drag you to bed, tease you. tie your hand behind your back so you can’t touch him and all you can do is watch him strip for you

god his body is sculpted by Himeros himself because his body is so damn sexy

after hes down to his boxers he covers your eyes with a cloth and he gives you a good face fucking,

you cannot tell me that he doesn’t get so fucking hard after taking off the cloth and seeing how red a watery your eyes are

also this motherfucker is so dirty in bed i’m sorry (cannon him will not touch u tho like mmm sakusa cannon is a pillow prince, its still hot, def will write about it soon)

he would lick up you salty tears, and kiss your plump lips after he made you swallow his cum

he fucks you in front of the mirror that day but not on the bed

he makes you lean into your vanity so you can see up close how much of a drooling and crying mess me make you

you’re gipping onto the vanity and you’re on your fucking tippy toes, you’re twitching and so close to breaking the fucking vanity bc this isn’t your first orgasm, its probably the third or fourth

he’s covering your mouth with one hand and the other on your hip for grip as he pounds you

he might stick a finger or two in your mouth

OH GOD I JUST THOUGHT- I JUST THOUGHT OF HIM LIKE spreading your ass too see how much you’ve cummed on his cock and he get’s the sudden urge to put this thumb in you ass, so he just runs his thumb around and it surprises you but he sees how you just tightened around his cock

he gives you a cocky look and just leans into your ear AND WHISPERS SO MANY DIRTY FUCKING THINGS WHILE NIBBLING AND LICKING YOUR EAR

“You’re such a dirty whore baby, I haven’t even put it in and you just tightened around me so good. I think- god you feel so tight... I think you might just cum from slipping my thumb into that cute ass of yours”

FILTHY , SAKUSA IS A FILTHY WHORE AND ITS FUCKING HOT

a/n: i wrote too much for sakusa when i was like wtf am i gonna write AND I ENDED UP WRITING THE MOST FOR HIM JFSIBFBSDFSKFHS IM NOT SURPRISED do i smell favoritism? yes. i’m not ashamed.

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wndrcarol · 4 years

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mine | villanelle

request: Hey!!! Ma'am plsss I loveee your account, thank you for your service 😭🥺I was wondering if you could write another piece of possessive jealous villanelle in which she beats the shit out of a guy who is flirting with you, and then proceeds to fuck you in the nearest room, fists covered in blood and sweaty. Omg I think she would love bdsm and fucking you roughly, image when she gets angry 🥴🥵 Daddy kink, straps, bondage, spanking, she speaking in Russian when she is furious. Thank you! 🙏🏼

a/n: this..wow. holy fuck- all I have to say. This was def a whirlwind to write bc I love this request so fuckin’ much. This defenitly has smut so please only 18+! I hope you guys enjoy + requests are open!! <3

pairings: Villanelle (Oksana Astankova) x F!Reader

warnings: Fingering, strap-on, daddy kink, spanking, edging, degradation, slight talk of blood/bloody hands and pure filth

All day, you had been in a teasing mood because Villanelle hadn’t been paying attention to you. You were also horny since it had been a while since you both had done anything with your schedules being so busy. She had been caught up in work all day and your tricks just weren’t cutting it. So when she said that you both should go to the club tonight, you agreed, knowing that doing something there would give you 100% of her attention then.

Walking into the club, you immediately gravitated to the dancefloor. The loud music pounded in your ears but you didn’t mind it as much. It helped you to let loose from everything that was going on all together. Villanelle suggested to grab you both drinks and you nodded, watching her push through the crowd to the bar. You felt a pair of hands grab onto your hips from behind which startled you at first since it was a random guy but you smirked at the ‘bright’ idea you got.

You began to dance with the guy, who was getting a little handsy that you kept moving his hands back up to your waist every time they went to grip your ass. Sure, you wanted to get a reaction from Villanelle but you still wanted to have some sort of control.

Villanele walked over to the bar, ordering you both drinks, turning quickly to make sure she still had an eye on you before she got lost trying to find you again. Doing a double take, she saw a random guy come up to you, a part of her wanted you to push him off but another part of her watched to see how you would react. She had taken in every attempt and hint you dropped to her all day but she didn’t want to react and give in. Her own personal teasing, you could call it.

When she saw you grind into a guy and his hands move their way to your hips, gripping onto you, that was when she lost it. She stormed over to the both of you, tapping him on the shoulder. The guy turned around before knocking over onto the ground as Villanelle had punched him right in the jaw.

You stood up, eyes wide at her reaction to seeing you both dancing as you watched her straddle the guy, punching him over and over before pulling him up by the collar of his shirt.

“Hands off my girl” she said, punching once more on his nose which caused him to bleed. Her hands were slightly covered in his blood mixed with blood from her knuckles from how hard she had punched. You rushed over, pulling her off of the guy and onto her feet.

“Stop. You’re going to kill him if you keep going” you said as she looked over at you. Her eyes were dark from a mix of adrenaline and wanting. A wanting to teach you and tell you how you were hers and only hers.

Villanelle grabbed your wrist, pulling you roughly towards the bathroom as you felt a pit in your stomach from both excitement but also from nervousness. You both had been in this predicament before, going to the nearest room to have a quickie but it never has happened after Villanelle beating up a guy, nearly killing him.

Closing the door behind you both, she tugged you to the nearest stall, eagerly pushing you in and shutting the door. Being in a tight space together, you could feel Villanelle’s breath fan onto your face as your breath hitched a bit when she grabbed your hips, pulling you close into her.

“You see what you make me do? Hmm? Almost making me kill someone just because they had their hands all over you, caressing you the way only I should be doing” she said, looking from your eyes to your lips as you let out a small whimper feeling her hands grip your hips tighter.

Swiftly, she spun you around so your face and chest were against the the stall wall as she hiked up your dress above your ass as she inhaled a sharp breath seeing you were wearing her favorite black lace set.

“Were you wearing this for him to see, Printsessa? For him to rip off of you before he fucked you?” she said into your ear, leaning into you before smacking your ass hard pulling a yelp from you.

She chuckled, pulling back and caressing your ass before smacking again. “Uh uh, baby. You want to act like a whore all night so this is your punishment” she said, smacking once more, harder making you jolt slightly forward.

Villanelle turned you back around to face her, smirking at you before she crashed her lips against yours, pulling your leg up to wrap around her hips, steadying you on your other foot. You moved your hands to lay on her shoulders until she pulled back abruptly. You looked at her, confused as she took her belt off and looked at you.

“No touching me, baby. Another part of the punishment since you were so touchy tonight, alright?” she said, looking at you as you nodded.

“Yes” you spoke as you raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes what?” she smirked, waiting for you to answer as you moaned slightly.

“Yes, daddy” you said as she slowly rubbed her thumb against you cheek.

“That’s my girl” she said, placing your leg back down before taking both of your hands softly and tightening the belt around them, moving them above your head for you to grab a hold of the top of the stall which, thankfully, you could reach with your heels.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what you’re true plans were for tonight, angel” She said, standing back up, moving her hand down to your panties, slowly rubbing you above the fabric, smirking at how soaked they are already.

“So wet. I bet your boy toy wouldn’t appreciate this as much, don’t you think?” she said, pushing aside the fabric and slightly pressing against your clit before beginning to rub quickly making your breath hitch.

“Tell what your plans were baby” she said, continuing to rub at a quick pace as you tried to catch your breath, letting out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the stall. You felt her other hand pick up your leg again, giving her better access to keep rubbing.

“I just-” you breathed in as she slowed her pace a bit “I wanted to piss you off, show you that maybe someone else can pleasure me” you smirked, wanting to get a reaction out of her. She stopped rubbing your clit which made you whimper at the loss of the feeling.

Giving you a sharp look, she inserted two fingers quickly, beginning to pump in and out at a slow pace, you moved your hands down from the stall to move her hand quicker but she quickly moved them back up to hold onto the stall.

“Is that so? You really think someone can fuck you just as good as me? Get you to scream so loud just like I get you to?” she said, pulling her fingers out, looking at them covered in your slick wetness before moving them to your face, motioning for you to suck on her fingers.

Opening your mouth, she moved her fingers in as you began to suck. She let out a moan, slowly unbuckling her pants and pulling out the strap that she had put on before leaving the house that night. Taking her hand from your mouth, she used it to help align herself before slamming into you quickly, pulling you close by the back of the neck.

You moaned loudly, thanking the music from the club for being so loud that no one could hear you as your eyes rolled back, feeling Villanelle pull back out slowly before slamming in again fast.

“I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t think of anyone else” She said, picking up the pace as you leaned your head back against the stall, your moans beginning to get louder and louder. You lifted your hips a bit, feeling a new sense of pleasure from the new angle, your eyes rolled back.

“That’s it, Kiska. Moan as loud as you want, let them hear you” She said, sweat beginning to bead up on her forehead as she began grunting, moving her hand to rub your clit while continuing to thurst at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna-” you started but was cut off by letting out a short scream, gripping tightly onto the stall as you started to feel your orgasm being brought to it’s peak.

“Fuck.” Villanelle moaned out. Watching you in this state was almost euphroic to her. She knew how to pleasure you and it gave her pleasure watching you unravel underneath her, being able to share an intimate connection.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me. Let me see you” she said, moving your head to look at her as you inhaled a long sharp breath, feeling yourself release, letting out a long moan. Villanelle moaned along, thrusting slowly, letting your ride out your orgasm before your body went slightly limp. Villanelle pulled out, putting the strap back into ther pants as you looked at her confused.

“You don’t want me to help clean you up?” You asked as she smirked and shook her head.

“We can do that at home. This is just round one” She winked, placing your leg back down, helping you with your panties and dress to make sure you were presentable even after getting fucked in a restroom. Villanelle took the belt from your wrists, placing it back onto her pants as she looked at you before placing a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you” she said, looking at you as you smiled, taking her hands into yours and giving her a small kiss on the lips.

“And I love you. Don’t worry, no one can fuck as good as you” you winked back as she let out a laugh.

“Damn right” she said, smacking your ass lightly, making you jump as you both exited the stall, preparing yourself for what is going to happen at home.

feedback is appreciated!

lorDt- please someone, pass the holy water

#villanelle #villanelle imagine #villanelle x reader #villanelle smut #villanelle one shot #oksana astankova #oksana astankova imagine #killing eve #killing eve imagine #killing eve oneshot #killing eve smut #mine.txt #wndrwriting #pass the goddamn holy water-

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dirt-cup-draco · 4 years

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Edmund x Reader- I’m Sorry

Could you please do an Edmund x reader angst in which he won’t let you to go on any missions with him, something you had been doing much longer than you had been with him, which makes you frustrated. Could the reader say something like “I won’t be here when you get back” and he doesn’t believe her bc she’s “said that before” but to prove a point she does run away to a friends in a village. Ed returns home, panic ensues. You’re found, loads of angst. You can choose the ending. Sorry that was long

You nearly screamed in frustration as you watched Edmund strap his sword to his side. “I am more than capable! Let me come with you!” You begged for the millionth time in the past hour. He was being unreasonable and you had about had it.

“The answer is no! We don’t need any more than we already have, it’s a simple visit west,” Edmund reasoned but you could tell he was frustrated. His cheeks were red and his teeth clenched. He was tired of this conversation but so were you.

“Fine!” You shouted, “I won’t be here when you get back!”

Edmund scoffed, walking past you as he left your shared bedroom. But not before yelling over his shoulder, “I’ve heard that before! It’d be a miracle if you did leave, then I’d finally get a break from you!”

Your heart sank as the door shut quickly. You sank to the floor, back pressed against your bed as your fiery mood was extinguished. “Asshole,” you cursed softly at your husband who was probably already at the stables now, leaving you behind again.

You were sick of being stuck inside. You wanted to adventure, you wanted to help if he needed it. You didn’t want to be seen as a useless wife. Marrying Edmund had been one of the best things you’d ever done but for some reason he had grown more protective. He absolutely detested the thought of you going with him when he was on official business, as if there would be trouble.

Sniffling, you pulled yourself together and packed a small bag. If he wanted a break from you then he would get one.

Edmund arrived as the sun was setting, back aching and mind numb. He just wanted to have a nice meal, curl up with you, and go to sleep. It had been a useless journey, a messenger finding him and his company of men three quarters done with their travel only to report that the representative that was expected to meet with them was ill and couldn’t make it. Why would you possibly want to come with him?

He pinched the bridge of his nose as he returned his horse to their stable, thinking about the fight you two had had. Edmund knew he shouldn’t have said what he did but he had just gotten so frustrated with you. He worried about your safety constantly, you were the most important person in his life and he couldn’t bear being without you.

On the off chance something did happen one of these days, he didn’t want you to be caught in the crossfire so time and time again he said no.

“Y/N?” He called out as he entered your bedroom, the low light of a still burning candle casting menacing shadows on the wall as he ran a hand through his stiff hair, wincing as his fingers caught on the unruly mess. “Y/N, come out please, I’d like to talk!”

Edmund made his way towards your bathroom, assuming you were taking a bath as you usually liked to do to relax when the both of you got irritated with one another. But, to his surprise, you weren’t there. He supposed it wasn’t very odd, you liked to wander around the castle because you could never stay still for long.

“Lucy!” Edmund called out as he found his sister leaving the dining hall. “Have you seen Y/N?”

Lucy shook her head, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I thought you knew, didn’t you see that her horse was gone when you got back?”

Edmund paled. “W-what do you mean her horse is gone? Where could she have gone?”

“I don’t know!” Lucy squeaked back as Edmund started to get nervous. She never liked seeing her brother upset. “I thought you knew, I’m sorry. I’m sure she’s just gone out for a bit,”

“And I’m sure she hasn’t...” Edmund groaned, wringing his hands together, “I-I said something before I left today and oh god...” He couldn’t finish his thought as he raced back to the stables. “Lucy send some men out to find her, I want her home tonight!” He ordered over his shoulder, his sister more than happy to comply. She was worried too, you were family.

Edmund’s stomach churned with every minute that passed. He hadn’t meant it! Of course he didn’t want a break from you, he just wanted you safe. It seemed he had forgotten that he wanted you to be happy as well. You were his peace of mind after a long day and now that you weren’t home he was going insane.

He didn’t care if you stayed out late or accidentally got caught up in a book, forgetting to come to dinner. It was fine that you lived your life, but he surely wanted to know when you left cair paravel! It wasn’t safe this time of night for anyone to be traveling on their own. Edmund had seen the horrors of the world and even if it was a time of peace, he couldn’t help but fear for you.

The more time passed where he didn’t know if you were okay or not, the more he worried, his mind running wild. What if your horse had been spooked and tossed you from their back, injuring you and running away? What if you had taken a walk after tying up your horse, rolling your ankle somewhere or slipping and hitting your head? Or worse, what if you had been attacked by bandits? What if his sweet wife was laying somewhere, alone and dying?

His chest was tight, the hairs on the back of his neck standing tall as he worked himself up. Everything felt hot and suffocating despite the wind that rushed past him as he raced throughout the surrounding land, calling your name.

“Your highness!” Came a voice on the wind and Edmund immediately halted, heading straight for the soldier who stood tall in his saddle. “I have found her,”

“Take me to her,” Edmund demanded. “Now!” He stressed as the poor soldier stalled. It was understandable why the young king was so distressed.

Edmund followed the nervous soldier to a small town on the outskirts that he hadn’t even thought to gone to. Your horse was tied to a dainty home, chewing at the tall grass.

“Y/N!” He shouted, jumping from his horse and pounding fiercely at the door, even as his knuckles ached at the force of it.

You sighed at the sound of your husband’s voice, your friend rolling her eyes as her story was interrupted. “I told he’d come,” You tried to keep the pride out of your voice.

You opened the door and you were expecting a proper fight now, positive that Edmund would be angry with you. Instead, he shoved past the threshold and gathered you up in his arms. His body shook as you held him back, nearly toppling over with the force of him.

“Please don’t ever do that to me again,” He croaked, voice hoarse from calling out your name as hours had ticked by without answer. Your lungs constricted with guilt as Edmund pulled you impossibly tighter, heart nearly bursting from his chest and limbs tense with panic.

“Edmund I-” You began but he pulled back, interrupting you with a toe curling kiss.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Edmund sighed, forehead pressed fervently against yours. “Can we please go home and talk? Or not talk? I just want you home, I’ll do anything,” His voice cracked and your heart broke.

“I thought you’d like to have me gone...” You admitted as your bottom lip began to quiver.

“Never, never in a million years,” Edmund promised as your eyes grew misty.

“As much as I love that you’ve gotten over your little spat, Y/N, I don’t really like having the whole king’s army outside my front door,” Your friend laughed, pointing to the few soldiers who had gathered out front, neighbors peaking their heads out of their doors in curiosity.

You laughed, head falling to Edmund’s chest. “Of course, we’ll get out of your hair,” Your promised as you wished your friend goodnight.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have left,” You sighed against Edmund’s back as you two made your way back home, the soldiers taking your horse ahead for you as you wanted to ride back with your husband and have a talk.

“I shouldn’t have made you feel like you couldn’t leave.. I don’t want to trap you, I just want to keep you safe,” Edmund admitted, slowing his horse to a steady trot as you trailed light kisses from the nape of his neck to between his shoulder blades.

“I love that you care so much, but the world isn’t as scary as it used to be,” You promised, rubbing his chest to remind him to take a deep breath. Edmund relaxed immediately under your touch.

You fell into a comfortable silence, eyelids heavy as Edmund helped you down from his horse, leading you to your room. Helping each other from your clothes, you fell into bed with a content sigh, tangling your legs with Edmund’s.

“I love you Ed,” You mumbled, kissing his chest as you tucked your head underneath his chin.

“I love you too,” Edmund spoke but you heard the pause. “A-and next time, you can come with me,”

You were too tired to do much but smile.

Edmund and you held each other a bit tighter that night but when you woke in the morning, you both felt better than you had in quite some time.

#edmund x reader #edmund pevensie #edmund pevensie x reader #ask #request #anon #fluff #angst #anon ask

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moody-bloosh · 4 years

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Clothes Thief (La Squadra)

this is some self indulgent, fluffy nonsense i wanted to share bc hellweek is ndjcnfkssks. and writing is my destresser ;;;; so here’s just a tiny little headcanon/scenario hybrid (??) where s/o steals La Squadra’s clothes and gets caught wearing them or something along those lines.

Risotto

He runs his fingers through his hair, exasperated, as he rifles through your shared closet.

Where was his hat??

When he arrived home late that night you were already asleep. He was at least hoping he’d catch you while you were awake.

If it was you, you’d find his hat in a heartbeat. You had this almost insane sixth sense for where everything in your home was.

Just as he was about to give up, he hears you stumble into your apartment, with a little, “I’m home, darling!” and a familiar tinkling sound.

Ah, so that’s where it went.

“Oh, were you looking for your hat? I’m sorry, Ris. I was going to tell you but you looked so peaceful while you were asleep…”

“No, it’s fine,” he says, a soft, fond smile on his lips as he cups your face for a good morning kiss. “It looks good on you.”

He puts it on his agenda to make you a matching hat if you liked his that much.

Prosciutto

Damn it. Why did he have to wake up just as you were putting on his suit jacket?!

There’s a smug, little smirk on his face as he watches you put on his suit jacket. He takes everything in silently, the way his jacket seems to swallow you up, your fingers barely poking through the sleeves, the way you hug yourself as you wear his jacket with a little giggle, the cute little glimmer in your eyes as you watch yourself in the mirror.

“_____,” he says suddenly, rocking you out of your daydream.

Just like a kid with your hand caught in the cookie jar, you hesitantly turned to look at him.

“Y-yes, dear?”

Goddamnit, why did he have to look so cocky about it?!

“Come here,” he was saying with a sort of ‘come hither’ look in his eyes, “I know how to make that look even better.”

You groan, your heart pounds a mile a minute in your chest but you’re already walking over to him.

“Please don’t say it’ll look better on the floor,” you groaned as you moved to sit on his lap

He snorts as the bed dips with your added weight, his arms are already moving to wrap you in a loving embrace.

“Of course not, that suit jacket is expensive.” Then with a sudden suggestive tilt to his voice, “you’re keeping it on, baby.”

Pesci

He is so flustered when he sees you wearing his sleeveless long coat. Really, he’s more embarrassed about it than you are. He tries to run away from you, a deep blush on his cheeks as you chase after him playfully. You can’t help it, it was so fun to tease him!

“What~ do I really look that ugly when I wear your clothes, Pesci?”

“N-no!” He had stuttered. “You look c-c-cute!”

“Ah, did I really? You ran away so quickly, I was worried…”

“It’s just that you were really, really cute so…”

Your heart wrenches in your chest. Ah, damn it! He was really so cute. Putting your arms around his neck, you gave Pesci the biggest hug you could muster.

“Oh, Pesci! The only cute one here is you!”

Illuso

He’s already popping up and surprising you from the mirrors on a regular basis so it’s only a matter of time that he catches you doing something embarrassing.

You were wearing just his puffy top and some undies as you lay down reading on your bed. When you’d heard his condescending tone ring out through the room, clear as day, a surprised and embarrassed scream tore out of your throat as you immediately dove under the duvet in a feeble attempt to hide yourself from his knowing gaze. As if the soft blankets would shield you from his endless teasing, he wasn’t going to let you live this down for a long time.

“Come on, _____, I want to see you~”

When you finally peeked out at him from beneath the covers, there was a mocking little grin on his face. Tenderly pinching your cheeks, before he placed a deep, passionate kiss on your lips. Ah, damn, he got really riled up, didn’t he?

Formaggio

“Hey come on, don’t take it off now!” Formaggio had said to you with an annoying smile, “my clothes look damn good on you!”

It was just your luck that Formaggio had caught you wearing his cut off leather jacket. He had a big shit-eating grin on his face that you so desperately wanted to smack off. But then, having him see you like this

“No fucking way am I giving you that satisfaction,” you yelled back at him, your face burning red with shame at having been caught doing something so humiliating.

Really, it wasn’t like you wanted to wear his clothes because you missed him so much even his scent would do! It really wasn’t like that!!!!

“Then,” he said completely deadpan, “do you want me to wear your clothes too?”

“Formaggio, y-you absolute fool!!”

Ghiaccio

“I-it’s not what you think Ghiaccio! I was just cold okay! I was really really cold!!!”

Ghiaccio’s expression was impassive, unreadable even as you clung to him. Tears practically streaming down your cheeks as if it could cool the burn of your cheeks. Of all the days, Ghiaccio could come home early, it just had to be today!

Ahhh, how embarrassing. You were snuggled up in bed, wearing his top. It was just that, Ghiaccio was gone for so long… You missed him a lot and before you knew it you were doing something like this.

“I know, I was gone for a while. It can’t be helped. Besides,” he says, looking away from you as you remained clinging on to him. “You look.. good wearing my clothes.”

Your heart patters noisily in your chest as you look at Ghiaccio with wide eyes. Your gaze filled with so much love and adoration for this man. Oh, how was it possible to love someone so much?

“Ghiaccio,” you practically cried. “I like you so much, you big dolt.”

He hums his assent, ears bright red, “I-I like you too, dumbass.”

Melone

Kneeling down, his head lowered in the perfect picture of contrition, Melone avoided your downright murderous glare. You stood in front of him, arms folded as a killing aura practically emanating from you. Your shared bedroom was silent until your voice, seething with barely concealed rage, cut through the afternoon.

“Melone… where is my underwear?”

“Honestly dear,” Melone began, launching into his spiel, hopeful that you would forgive him, “are you sure you haven’t misplaced them again?”

You didn’t buy anything he was saying, “you’re wearing them right now, aren’t you?”

SHIT SHIT SHIT.

“I don’t know what you-”

“Melone…”

“… okay maybe I am but…”

“No,” you said again.

Melone wondered what you would do this time… Would you kick him out? Make him sleep out in the open? Or even worse? Break up with him?! Melone glanced up at you again, your brows were furrowed as you seemed to be considering something. He gulps, a bit worried, at least until he sees the smirk blooming on your lips.

“You can keep them; I want to see you wearing it.”

Melone has never looked at you with this much adoration and love before.

Sorbet and Gelato

“Come on, dear, we don’t have all day!” Sorbet said with a teasing lilt to his voice.

With trembling hands and the loud beating of your heart, serving as the only music to your ears, you had stepped out from the bathroom and into the approving gazes of Sorbet and Gelato.

But when they looked at you, so loving and soft. So unusual for the two psychopaths, your heart filled with what you could only describe as uncontrollable fondness.

From his position on sprawled on Sorbet’s lap, Gelato had praised you, “see, I told you _____ would look good in our clothes.”

Sorbet hummed in approval, as you moved to take your place beside the two of them. Sorbet stood up and Gelato moved to cling to you instead. Suppressing a giggle as Gelato peppered your face with kisses and sweet nothings.

Looks like the three of you were sharing clothes today.

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sunshineseung · 4 years

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Punch Drunk Love // Han

💌 Info: Stray Kids Han x male!reader smut 💕 Includes: dub-con (bc drinking), semi-public sex, handjob, orgasm control, anal, first time ✏️ Word Count: ~1.2k

You had been out all night. This was your third club, but your friend hints at there being more. Although you're hammered, you still take another line of shots.

The room is spinning, but in the blur, you see a cute little boy eyeing you from across the room. You stumble your way over; your confidence is peaking. The closer you get, the more you're able to take in his features. His sparkling eyes, soft lips, and adorable cheeks draw you closer until you're inches apart.

You exchange a few words, but you both know what you're here to do. You find out his name is Jisung, he's a singer, and he's here with his friends. He had to step away from the crowd of rowdy boys to take a breather. His figure was small compared to yours, so when he was about to hurl after four bottles of soju, you kindly take care of him and escort him to the bathroom.

The bathroom was nothing more than a separate room with a toilet and a sink, but it was unisex. You patted Jisung's back as he threw up into the toilet.

"You okay, buddy?" You lean down to face him, his head turned to the side facing you. It seemed that his stomach had calmed down, so you hand water from the bar. "First time?"

Jisung is silent, but he stares longingly into your eyes. You seem puzzled at first, but your eyes become dark with lust as thoughts of ruining this boy cloud your mind. You get him more water from the bar, but he stays in the bathroom in case he feels ready to puke again.

"I don't taste throw up in my mouth anymore" Jisung murmurs. His gaze moves from your eyes to your lips as his eyes flutter between open and closed.

"You want to go make out in my car?"

"Sure."

You take Jisung's hand and drag him out to your car. Both of you sit in the backseat, Jisung straddling you. After giving him a breathe mint, you take ahold of his shirt collar and pull him to you, your lips colliding in a sloppy kiss.

Your tongues are quick to tangle, and your hands wonder across his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Once you get his shirt off, you feel his toned abs, which you weren't expecting to find.

"Like it?" Jisung giggles into the kiss and his hands travel into your hair. Although you aren't touching him, he bucks his hips upward and moans in hopes of you noticing his tight pants and growing erection.

Taking his cock out of his pants, you wrap your hands around his shaft and begin stroking him slowly. He groans as you move your kiss from his lips to his neck. With one hand still in your hair, his other hand moves down to feel your bulge.

You push him down on the seat of your car and pin his hands above his head. "Do you honestly think you deserve this yet?" You continue to move your hand up and down his length, and when you feel his cock twitch, your hand stops moving. "No cumming yet, baby boy."

Jisung's face is bright red. This is the first time he's ever done anything with another man, let alone in the backseat of a stranger's car. Although he hates to admit it, he likes it. Even in his heightened state of mind, he can't deny that he enjoys the touch of another man, and in turn, wants to touch another man. Your slow strokes are driving him mad, so he thrusts up into your hand.

"Eager, are we my pretty boy?" You remove your hand from his cock and Jisung whines in response. "Use your words. What do you want from me?"

"Please fuck me" Jisung manages to slur his words just enough for you to understand his plea. You take off your shirt and remove your pants. Jisung looks down and sees the tent left in your boxers.

You grind your clothed cock against his hole, making sure to tease him. When he seems ready, you take the lube from your car door pocket (this situation happens often) and apply it graciously to your fingers before applying the lube to Jisung.

"I don't want my pretty little boy to get hurt."

Jisung moans at your touch, and you see his cock twitch just from your fingers in his ass. You giggle at him, and he blushes a deep shade of pink.

"Ready for me, love?"

"Please just fuck me already."

The fact that Jisung was a bit of a brat didn't shock you at all, but you still felt the need to show him who's boss. You slam your cock into him, and he lets out a slight scream before releasing a loud, high-pitched moan. "Don't be too loud. We wouldn't want your friends to hear you getting ruined by a stranger."

Although he nods in understanding, you cover his mouth with one hand while the other rests on his thigh to hold his legs open. Once you feel he has adjusted to your cock, you begin to thrust. You had just started moving, but you already see Jisung is ready to burst. You take this opportunity to begin moving faster inside him while jerking him off.

He quickly cums on your hand, but you aren't finished with him yet. He moans into your hand, but when you can't hold yourself up anymore, you bend over to kiss him. His cock becomes hard again and you continue to pound into his tight ass.

The car is shaking, but there's no one around. You can feel yourself getting close to your climax, so you desperately begin to get Jisung close to another orgasm.

Seeing Jisung cum for a second time onto his abs sends you over the edge, and you release your fluids inside him. You pull out, and Jisung releases a slight groan. Your cum drips out of his ass, but Jisung lays there, fucked out and cute.

You were in no shape to drive, but you still offered to drive Jisung home. You both come to the agreement that since neither of you can drive (and Jisung can barely walk) to call an Uber. You let Jisung stay at your place for the night since he's "embarrassed to see his friends".

At your house, you two sober up and learn more about each other. Although this was just supposed to be a regular hookup for you, this has turned into a new friendship.

As you and Jisung snuggle up together in your king size bed, Jisung asks if he'll ever see you again. You laugh, but after noticing he was being serious, you look into his eyes and see the same sparkle you saw from across the club.

"I'd be happy to see you again, Jisung. I promise it will be less painful next time, too." You wink.

Unfortunately for him, it was not less painful the next time. In fact, without the help of alcohol, it hurt more.

yes the title is a reference to a shinee song im just not good with titles

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cherrytdatt · 4 years

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Sadness Ritual pt. 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Word count: ~6k (i really thought it would be shorter)

Summary: Tom wished he was the normal guy you wanted.

Warnings: one panic attack (nothing too graphic), angst, my bad language, and my bad writing.

A/N: Sadness Ritual pt 2 is here! I didn't wanna make a pt 2 but then i received this ask talking about a Tom pov and i thought it was the best idea ever, so i decided to try it. Now that i did it i kind of want a happier end for Tom and Y/N, so PLEASE let me know if you guys want a part 3 to end all this mess. OH! AND THIS IS ANGST AF!!!!!!

Request: SADNESS RITUAL WAS SO GOOD. But what if it was the other way around? What if Tom thinks the reader, a normal girl, would never choose him bc of his fame and how she always says she probably wouldn’t be able to handle it? Thanks in advance!❣️

***Playlist: “This is Lewis Capaldi” on Spotify.

Part 1

Tom looked at himself in the mirror, fixing his hair for the tenth time. "Fuck," he muttered, annoyed. "Fuck this shit!" he said, running his hand through his hair and messing it out even more. Tom was at his limit. He was forcing himself to go on a date just to try to feel something. Actually, he was on his third date with the same girl. He talked to her, he kissed her, they had sex, and nothing. Tom felt nothing. Well, he felt...regret, sadness, anxiety...not what he was looking for.

"Third date?" Harrison asked, leaning on the door, and looking at his friend's annoyed expression.

"Something like that," Tom said.

"This is getting serious?" he asked when Tom started trying to fix his hair again.

"It seems like," Tom said with a weak voice.

"Did you introduced her to any other friend?" Harrison was trying to make his friend talk. Something he didn't do for some time.

Tom glanced at Harrison, knowing what he was really trying to ask. "Not yet. She'll meet Tuwaine and Sam tonight," he said, looking at his reflection again.

"What about Y/N?" Harrison finally asked.

"What about her?" Tom was feeling more and more stressed.

"How long you think you can hide this from her?"

"I'M NOT..." he said, exasperated. "I'm not hiding anything," he defended himself. Harrison knew that Tom loved you, cause he told him months ago. Harrison also knew that you loved Tom, cause his girlfriend and your best friend, Anna, told him months ago. They tried not to force you two to face this mess, but Harrison was tired of seeing his friend struggling to get over a girl who loved him. However, every time he talked to Tom, the boy always said he was okay, and that there was nothing he could do, even if you liked him the same way, to make it work.

"Then what is it?" Harrison asked.

Tom took a deep breath, finally giving up on his hair. He was gonna wear a hat. "You wanna know something I want?" Tom asked rhetorically, leaning against the sink, and Harrison looked at him, hoping his friend would finally talk to him. "I want you to forget that I ever told you I like Y/N. I want you to go hang out with Anna and let me get over Y/N the best way I can," he walked to Harrison. “Please, do this for me," he patted his friend's shoulder and left the bathroom, going back to his bedroom. Harrison shook his head, sad for his friend.

The date was a nightmare. Tom didn't enjoy it at first, then he started drinking so he could start enjoying it. He got drunk, therefore he started talking and being clingy. In the end, his head was pounding, his heart was aching, and his guilt was more alive than ever. When he finally got home, all he wanted was to sleep and forget about the entire night. He laid in his bed, wishing for a short term amnesia. Why did he keep doing this? How long would he keep trying to like this girl and ignore what he felt for you? He looked at his cellphone that was by his side on the bed. He couldn't tell you. He tried. Almost a year ago.

"Look! I just found another pic!" you said animatedly, and already a little drunk, turning the phone so he can look at it. You laughed at his grumpy face in the picture.

"And that's why I hate LA," he said. "Only there these people follow me and take these pictures," he pointed at your phone.

You two had planned a movie night with Harrison and Anna, at least that was what you thought. What happened was that Tom asked Harrison to make something up and leave you and him alone, so he could finally talk to you about how he was feeling.

Tom starred at you while you scrolled trough stupid sites, looking for 'grumpy photos of Tom.' You always said you like to turn them into memes. "I don't know how you do this. I would die if someone took a picture of me and posted it online without my permission," you said. Tom always knew that you hated unexpected pictures. Actually, you hated pictures in general. Your Instagram feed had thirty pictures, all landscapes from places you traveled to. That was one of the reasons he rarely went out with you, and when you go out, he made sure that more people were around so people won't focus on taking pictures of you.

"You get used to it," he shrugged.

"I doubt that," you said absentmindedly, still scrolling. "Oh! Look at this one," you turned the screen so Tom could see. It was a picture of him, eating, and a girl he was out with, annoyed with something. "Best of luck for your next girlfriend, because this..." you pointed at the screen. "It's a lot to deal with," you laughed, not noticing the sad expression that appeared in his face. Tom just realized he couldn't tell you how he felt. Option one, you would turn him down, his heart would break and he would have to watch you live your life without him. Option two, you would like him back, but as soon as the world found out about your relationship, you would hate him for exposing you.

"You don't think I’m worth the effort?" he asked, his tone more serious than he wanted to. He was incapable to control his own voice.

"Sweetie, don't get me wrong. You're the best person I know, any girl would be lucky to date you. But this girl should be enjoying your company, and she's clearly not," you said. "And I'm sure that she's like that cause you were in a bad mood because of the paparazzi," you gave him a questioning look, making him smile.

"Let's just watch the movie," he changed the subject before you could notice his mood switch.

His heavy eyes opened slowly. The noises coming from the kitchen helped him to wake up completely. He searched for his phone. 10:32. He sat on the bed, holding his head. "Fuck!" he groaned. "Fucking stupid!" He got up, going to his bathroom. He needed a shower.

The shower and the smell of coffee was a relief. Tom put on a black jeans and headed to the kitchen. "'Morning," Anna said, seeing him enter the kitchen.

"Hey," Tom said, going to the coffeemaker and serving himself some coffee.

"Tough night?" Anna asked, spreading strawberry jelly in her toast.

"Drank too much," he said.

They both sat in silence, eating, and drinking the coffee. After breakfast, Tom went back to his room. He was in no mood to talk. He searched in his cabinet for some aspirin and something for his nausea. He laid in bed, turning his TV in some random golf game. But he wasn't really paying attention.

He unlocked his phone, going through his chats. His family chat was blowing up, just like his group chat with the boys. He clicked on your tab, looking at the meme you sent him the day before. He didn't answer cause he was on his way to the girl's house. He couldn't talk to you today. The memories were too fresh in his mind. He just stayed there, laid in bed, waiting for the pills to work. Things could be easier. They should be.

"So?" you asked, looking at him. You two were laid on your back on the floor of his living room.

"I'm thinking," he said, laughing.

"Jesus! It's just a color. Just pick one and I'll tell you if it'll look good or not," you rolled your eyes.

"Blue?" he said more like a question.

"What kind of blue?" you asked.

"I don't know," he shrugged, laughing. "How many there are?"

"At least tell me if it's light or dark," you tried.

"In the middle," he looked at you. You were starring at the skylight. The sun sparkling in your eyes, making them shine even more.

You laughed, shrinking your shoulders, he loved it when you do that. "So, they will give you a car, and you will pick a blue one? Not dark blue or light blue. A middle blue?" you asked turning to look at him.

"Exactly!" he said.

"You know what? Ask for a middle blue one. If you hate it, at least you didn't pay for it," you smiled.

"Good point," he said, and you heard the door opening. You sat, leaning on your arms.

"What are you two doing?" Harrison asked, stopping at the door with Anna by his side.

"Tom is getting a car, and we're trying to decide what color we want," you explained nonchalantly. Tom propped himself in his elbows, looking at the newly formed couple.

"How was your date?" you asked. You knew they would tell the truth no matter what. Your group of friends, that involved another four or five people, was this type of friend, that always tells the truth. If it was bad, they would say that they decided to stay friends, and everything would be okay. If it was good, good!

Anna bit her lower lip, holding a smile. "I think it was good," Harrison said, holding her by the waist, and looking down at her.

"Yeah...it was good," she looked at him.

"They are gonna get married, aren't they?" you whispered to Tom who laughed, shaking his head.

"Friends can do this?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Apparently, they can," you pointed at the couple that was in their own world. "I'm gonna be a shitty made of honor," you whined.

"I'm gonna be a great best man," Tom shrugged.

"We are going..." Harrisons said pointing to his room.

"Yeah, yeah. Go!" you cut him off, and they just left you two in the living room. "So, blue?" you asked, laying on the floor again.

"Blue!" Tom said.

He got the blue car, and you loved it for a while. But then it was so bright and so...blue. Tom started hating too. So much that, after a while, he just gave it to his mom and his brothers.

Tom looked at his phone again. 7:24. The day was getting darker and darker. A knock on his door woke him from his thoughts. He spent the whole day in bed between naps and self-hatred. "Hey, mate. How are you feeling?" Harrison asked getting into his room and closing the door behind him.

"Not great," Tom replied, propping himself up.

"Yeah...It'll get worst," Harrison warned, sitting in his bed. His face was a mix of worry and sadness.

"What happened?" Tom asked in a worried tone.

"Your date, yesterday, it's all over the internet," Harrison said, handing him his phone. A clear picture of him, holding the girl's hand. He didn't even remember doing this, but he was smiling, and the girl was too. He was fucked! He didn't tell almost anyone he was dating. His mom didn't know. You didn't know. Y/N! You crossed his mind. You would hate him for hiding something like this, and you didn't even know why he was hiding it.

"Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck!" He said, getting up still looking at the pictures.

"It's okay, mate. I know it's not what you wanted, but it's okay. You're allowed to date," Harrison tried to calm him down.

Tom was freaking out, his breath was getting shorter, and his chest was hurting, his head was spinning. He fucked up big time.

"Tom?" Harrison called. He ran his hand through his hair. Why was this happening? And at that moment, he wished he wasn't famous. He wished he never did the Spider-Man movies. He wished he was a normal guy. That way these pictures would never exist and he would be the normal you want in your life. He needed to get out of his house. He handed Harrison his phone and left the room, putting on the first shirt and shoe he found.

"Where are you going?" Harrison followed him around the house.

"I'm going out," he said, getting his car keys.

"Tom..." Harrison called, but he was already out.

There was one place Tom could handle now. There was one person who would help him now. He drove the short way to their house. The familiar path. He stopped the car, getting out. He was still shaking, and for a split second, he thought that he shouldn't drive like that. He walked the little trail to the front door. Tom took a deep breath, the deepest he could at this moment, knocking on the door three times. His wait seemed longer than it really was. A noise inside warned him someone was home.

"Hey, mom," he said when the door finally opened.

"Hey, sweetie," his mom said, opening her arms to him. He hugged her like it was the last thing he was gonna do in his life. His eyes were burning, and he already could feel the tears emerging. "I'm sorry, baby," she said, caressing his head. His mom knew how much he hated being that exposed, she knew how much he was struggling the last months, and she had a feeling that the girl he liked wasn't the one in the pictures.

Tom played with the mug in front of him, trying to forget everything that happened in the last twenty-four hours. "Do you wanna talk about it?" his mom asked, looking at him.

Tom looked at her, and then again to his mug. "I...I just..." he was struggling. "How...did I let that happen?"

"It was not your fault, Tom. The pictures were not your fault. You are always careful, but these people are crazy. They stalk you, and never care about your privacy," his mom said.

"Yeah, but if I didn't have this job..." he started, but she cut him off.

"Don't say that! You love your job. A lot of great things come from your job. All the people you help, you just help because of your job. So don't regret having it. You just have to learn how to deal with this part of your job," she said.

"I know. But sometimes I just wished I was a normal guy, you know?" he cried.

"You are a normal guy. You clean the dishes, you argue with your brothers, you go out with your friends. These are all 'normal guy' stuff," she smiled.

"Yeah, but..."

"Look,” she looked at him expectantly, “Do you wanna tell me what's really bothering you?" she said and he looked at her.

"It's... it's Y/N," he finally said. His mom listened to the whole story. How he fell in love with you, but you kept saying that date him must be a nightmare because of the pictures and the stalk, even though he was the best person you ever met. He told her how he tried to tell you a few times about how he felt, but always gave up when you included the word 'normal' in your guy description after saying his life as crazy as hell. How after a few months he just gave up and tried to move on, dating other girls, and that was when this girl showed up. He told her he didn't have the courage to talk to you about the girl, because he rather tell you about how he loved you, instead.

"You may disagree with me, but I think she likes you too," his mom said afterward, earning a shocking and confused look from Tom. "First, I see you two together since you were twelve, and it's annoying how sometimes you ignore everyone else in the room but each other. Second, she says that but never refuses to go out with the boys and you, and this means that she hates the exposure, but she hates, even more, being apart from you. And I will end with the third one, even though I could go on forever. She would never say you are the best person in the world if she didn't think you are worth the effort," his mom said.

"I asked her if I wasn't worth," he said still not convinced.

"And what did she said?"

He tried to remember the night, which wasn't that difficult since he replayed your talk for days after it happened. "She was looking at some paparazzi pictures of me and a girl, saying how bad that girl’s life must be with all the exposure and I asked her if I wasn't worth it," he told her.

"And what did she said?"

"She said I was the best person in the world but the girl in the picture should be enjoying being with me, and she wasn't," he finished.

"Yes? And when is that the same thing that say you don’t worth the effort?" she asked with a smile in her face.

"It isn't?" he asked, a little hope appearing in his eyes.

"Of course not! She meant that the girl didn't like you enough to be happy there," she said. "If you want my opinion, I think she implied that you being 'the best person in the world', the girl was being an idiot for not enjoying your company," she finished.

"Do you really think this?" he asked.

"Why would I lie? By the way, I think you were scared of talking to her, and that's why you got everything wrong," she shrugged.

Maybe his mom was right. He was afraid to mess up your friendship and took him weeks to decide to talk to you. And when he finally decided, the first thing you said made him give up.

Tom went back to his house feeling a little better. Talk to his mom always helped. He still was regretting the night before, and still was afraid of talking to you, but now he didn't hate his job, and he had this hope that maybe you could love him back enough to handle all the bullshit in his life.

"Did you talked to Y/N?" Anna asked as soon as he got home.

"No," he started. But before he could say he was planning to, Anna cut him off.

"She doesn't answer my texts or call," she said, looking at him from the couch. "I think she's upset."

"Did you called her place?" he asked scrolling through his phone.

"No. I think you should go talk to her," Anna told him. She had an idea of why you weren't answering her, and only Tom could solve this.

"Y-yeah, sure. I'll..." he said, picking up his keys again and leaving.

'I talked to her. She's alive. But talk to her! You know what I mean!!!' Anna's text appeared on the screen of his phone, and he felt the air being pulled out of him.

He got into your building, breathing slowly, trying to calm himself. The time in the elevator looked like an eternity. When the door opened and your door came to his view, he thought he was going crazy for doing this. But now he was here, so he was gonna do it anyway. He walked to your door, and he could hear that annoying band you always listen to when you're sad. His heart broke, thinking about you being sad. He leaned his hands against your doorway, trying to calm himself the best he could. He knocked on your door three times. Not a change in the sound that was coming from inside. He looked at the floor seeing a shadow moving behind the door and that hurt him a little. You was hiding from him.

"I know you're in there. Let me in," he tried to sound as normal as he could. "I can see your shadow moving behind the door. Open up," he finished when you didn't answer.

"I'm not feeling so good. I talk to you later. Or text you." you said, but he wasn't giving up that easy. He thought about what his mom said.

"Please. I know you're lying. Your second best friend told me you were upset," he said, exposing her lie.

"Yeah... well, I'm upset cause I'm feeling sick," now he knew you were lying, and your lazy voice was a sign that you were probably drunk.

"You can't lie to me. I'm hearing that awful band you listen to whenever you're sad... and by your voice, I can tell you are drinking wine. No one who is feeling sick drinks wine," he said, feeling a little happy with how much he knew about you.

"Please, Tom... just leave me alone. We can talk tomorrow," he felt the sadness on your voice. He took a deep breath leaning his hand against the door.

"No way. I'm your best friend. I'm here to take care of you and I'm not gonna leave until you let me in," he said concerned. "I'm gonna spend the entire night on the floor, and all your neighbors will talk about how you let a cute movie star spend the night on the floor, and you will be a villain, and they will hate you forever," he joked seating on the floor by your door. He had to talk to you today.

"You're so idiot," you said, so low that he almost didn't hear.

"But you love me," he said, with a hopeful smile. 'I hope,' he thought.

He heard you walking and the song stopped. He did it! You would let him in. "I know you gonna let me in cause you turned off that awful music," he laughed.

"I didn't turn it off, I just turned down," he heard you.

"Why do you listen to such depressive music..." he started. "...when you're sad?" he finished, relief running through his body when he saw you.

"Do you want me to listen to a Barney song?" you quipped with a smile. Even though it looked like a forced smile, he was happy he let him in.

"First of all, tell me why you are sad?" he asked, hugging you, hoping you would tell the truth.

"No specific reason," you lied and he felt your body tense in his arms.

"Why are you so difficult sometimes?" he asked, entering your apartment before you could lock him out.

"I'm not difficult," you protested.

"Sure," he sat on your couch, picking up the glass of wine you were drinking. He was feeling the courage ran out of his body. He needed alcohol. Even if it was that disgusting wine you drank on these occasions. "And this awful cheap wine," he complained, feeling the extremely bitter taste of the wine go down his throat.

"Are you here to criticize me? Cause I didn't ask you to come," you said and he felt the bitterness in your voice.

"I'm joking, okay?" he explained himself.

"Okay," you mumble, sitting by his side. His heart was going crazy inside his chest. "I thought you were out with friends today?" you started before he could say anything.

"Who told you that?" he asked confused, he had no plans of going out tonight.

"Anna," you said.

"Yeah... she was wrong," he said, thinking if Anna told you about him storming out of his house. He looked at the TV, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes when he thought about his panic attack.

"I thought so... since you were out yesterday," you said, and he felt his body froze. How did you know about him going out? He asked Harrison and Anna not to tell you anything.

"How do you know that?" he asked, not wanting to look at you. He was panicking.

"Anna," you said, and an idea crossed his mind. Did you saw the pictures? "Did you had fun?" you asked, cutting his thoughts.

Tom was feeling the panic building in his body. "It could've been better if you were there," he said, trying to hide how dry his throat felt.

"Well, if you had asked me, I could've been there," you said, and he felt his chest tightening. He hummed, incapable of saying any words. He was feeling his entire body hurt. He couldn't think straight.

You got up, going to the kitchen with the glass and the empty bottle. He took deep breaths, trying to stay calm. His body relaxed a little. "You can sleep on the couch if you want," you said, and his heart fell. You were running away from him.

"Can I sleep with you?" he asked before he could think something else. He just wanted to be close to you.

"Sure," you shrugged. "I'm gonna... brush my teeth," you left the room, and Tom could hear his heart beating loud and clear. You knew about the pictures. He saw your notebook close to where you were seated. He looked at the hallway where you disappeared a few seconds ago, and without thinking much about what he was doing, he opened the notebook. The first thing he saw broke his heart in a million pieces. It was him holding that girl's hand. So you saw the pictures, and that was why you were sad.

Wait! His mind started working again. If what was bothering you was the fact that he didn’t tell you about the girl, you would be mad, not sad. And you would scream at him, not hide from him. But you didn't scream. You were sad. That could mean his mom was right. You liked him. He felt his heart beating fast. A confident smile appearing on his face.

He closed the notebook again. A stingy feeling in his stomach when he focused on the picture again before closing. He got up, going to your bathroom. "Can I use the bathroom?" he asked, not hearing a noise from inside.

"Yeah. I'm almost done," you said, and he leaned on the doorway, not able to hide the smile in his face, thinking that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

“What took you so long?” he asked with a smile, the feeling that his mom was right growing inside him.

“I-I’m going… to bed,” you said, and he nodded.

“I’ll meet you there,” he said, going into the bathroom. He was feeling almost normal again. Tom looked at his reflection. His hair was a mess, but he didn't care. You always said he looked good like that. He brushed his teeth with the toothbrush he left at your home a few months ago. Before he left the bedroom he looked at himself one more time, promising internally that, no matter what happened from that moment on, you two would end up together. Even if he had to take classes to learn how to be the normal guy you wanted.

He walked out of the bathroom, going to your bedroom. “Do you still have those sweatpants I gave you a couple months ago?” he thought about how you looked so good in his clothes, that he had to give them to you.

“Yeah, I think it’s somewhere in my closet,” you said. “Maybe… the second drawer,” you instructed, seeing he wasn't finding it.

He opened the drawer finding the sweatpants and the shirt. “Lucky me I gave you this,” he smiled, taking off his pants. You avoided his look. He decided to try again and ask you why you were sad. “So when are you gonna tell me why you’re sad?” he said, putting the sweatpants.

“Uh-hum… I just told you, no specific reason,” you lied again.

“You know I know you too well to believe in that, right?” he tried, taking his shirt off. He felt your eyes on him, and he bit his lips trying not to smile at your charmed expression. After a few seconds, he decided to cough to get your attention back. You looked at him, and he pressed his lips together, that smile still fighting to appear.

“I think it's that time of the month,” you finally said.

“Sure,” he rolled his eyes, knowing you were lying. He knew you had your period two weeks ago, cause he invited you to go to his house and you said no, cause you were on your period. He then sent you food and medicine. “Do you mind if I sleep shirtless?” he asked.

“No,” you said.

“Thanks,” he gave you a small smile, jumping on the bed. Tom felt the urge to hug you. He turned on his side, putting a hand on your waist, and leaning closer to you. You took a deep breath, and for a second he thought you were gonna say something. But instead, you turned your back to him. Tom felt his heart break a little. Those pictures really hurt you. He hurt you. “You know I would never hurt you on purpose,” he whispered. He was really sorry. He would give everything to go back in time, cancel that date and go talk to you, instead. Right now, if it was possible, he would take away all the sadness you were felling, and tell stupid stories until you laugh, that laugh that made you shrink your shoulders. Tom felt you relax in his arms, and your breath was calmer. He looked over your shoulder. You were sleeping. He hugged you tighter and kissed your neck.

Tom woke up with the noise of the door closing and the empty bed. He rubbed his eyes, sighing. He turned on the bed, looking for his phone. 3:07. He got up and left the room. The light on your kitchen was up, and he heard your muffled voice. “Who are you talking to?” he said, still a little confused from his sleep.

“Jesus!” you said, startled. “A warning would be good.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, feeling his dry throat. He picked the glass that was in your counter, filling it with water.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” you said.

“No problem. Are you okay?” he asked, drinking the water. He was worried about you.

“Great,” you said, but your voice was sad. Tom was tired, his mind was weird and he felt his heart hurt. He couldn't handle this anymore.

“Can you stop lying to me?” he said, not being able to control his voice or the sudden urge to solve things.

“I-I’m not lying,” you lied and he noticed you couldn't even look at him.

“Are you serious?” he put the glass on the counter and tried to control his head.

“I’m s-sorry. I don’t know what you want me to say. I’m good… everything is good… I’m sad because…” you started, and he felt stupid for thinking you would tell the truth. “I don’t know. Maybe PMS or whatever,” you blurted out.

He was just tired. He felt his eyes and his throat burning. “Okay,” he laughed dryly. “So, tell me something…” he needed to see the truth in your eyes. “Why were you looking at pictures of me with a girl that I went out yesterday?” his voice was low. You flinched, still avoiding his eyes. “Tell me, Y/N,” he got closer. “Why were you in your 'sadness ritual’ looking at those pics?” he didn't understand why you didn't tell him what was really in your head. All he wanted, was for you to tell the truth. “Do you have something to tell me?” he asked, leaning on the counter. “Anna thinks you do. And Haz too,” he said.

“Tom I…” you started. “I…” his heart was beating so fast. You cleared your throat, and Tom tried to keep himself calm. “I think you should go,” you finally said.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. “W-what?” he asked, confused.

“I really think you should go,” you repeated. “I need to be by myself tonight. I’m really not feeling okay and I need some time,” you pushed him away.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he said, not hiding the hurt in his voice. You looked hurt too.

“Please…” you avoided his look.

“You know that this is not what you really want to say," he cried. He knew more than ever that you liked him. He didn't understand why you were doing this. "You know you’ll regret this. Don’t do this,” he pleaded, reaching for your arm but you pulled away. “Y/N.” he said.

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you raised your voice. “Really? What do you want me to say?” you were struggling not to cry. “Do you want me to tell you what I felt when I saw the pictures of you with a girl you invited out and didn’t tell me about, God knows why," you said with hurt in your voice. He hurt you, more than he could imagine. He clenched his jaw, feeling his body tensed up. "Do you want me to tell you why I felt so sad that I had to do my 'sadness ritual’ to keep myself from screaming at you or broking my computer?” your voice was bitter. His nails were hurting his palms. “You know what I have to tell you. You can pretend you don’t know, you can mess around all you want, but you know that you are not ready to hear what I have to say,” you rubbed your eyes, holding your tears. “What I don’t know is why are you doing this?” you asked sincerely. “Why are you here? It looks like you have a good thing," you said referring to the girl he went out. "Go enjoy it and… let me be, please.”

Tom was feeling his head pounding. He couldn't take it anymore. “You don’t see it, do you?” he finally said. His voice was low. He felt tears falling.

“What? What I don’t see?” you asked.

“I don’t wanna be with nobody else," he finally confessed. "I’m trying to tell you this for the last year and you keep ditching me," he thought about every time you said you hated his lifestyle. All the times you said you wanted a normal guy. "You don’t listen to me,” his voice was sad. “I love you. I want you. Please, don’t make me go,” he said, feeling that was his last chance.

“You can’t say that one day after you went on a date with another girl,” you were hurt, and he felt the guilt eating him alive.

“Please, Y/N. Don’t do this,” he reached for your arm, pulling you closer.

“I love you, but I need some time to think,” you said without looking at him, and he felt that was the worst that could happen.

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New Recruit

After an unfortunate run-in with a client, Wisteria finds themselves with a curse. Luckily, Black Cauldron is here to help.

Pinprick and Bianca had been the closest to the disturbance. Patrolling had its perks, one of them being that you never knew when you might conveniently stumble upon magical mayhem.

Well, they didn’t stumble upon it so much as they heard a pained screech split through the air as they walked along. Rushing towards the source, they rounded a corner and into an alley-

Someone in a pointed hat stood with their back to the Cadets, holding a second person up by their throat. Magic crackled in the air like static.

A witch.

“HEY!” Bianca yelled. Pinprick rushed past her, talons outstretched.

The witch barely sidestepped his swipe in time, their hat getting nicked in the process. Scrambling onto their broom, they rose up into the air and took off above the buildings.

“Pin, go after ‘em! I’ll take care of the kid.”

Despite being a giant, Pinprick was very fast. He gave a single nod and leapt up onto a nearby house, hopping from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit.

The civilian was laying in a heap on the ground, unmoving.

Bianca swore under her breath as she skidded to a halt next to them, grabbing their shoulder and rolling them over. Whatever had happened with the witch, it seemed like they'd put up a fight, smeared blood drying on the corners of their mouth.

“Damn kid...I’m sorry…” Bianca muttered as she noticed the streams of multicolor flowing in rivulets from their closed eyes. It coated their hands as well; it was no doubt caused by a curse. At least they were breathing. Bianca considered calling for backup before Pinprick leapt down in front of her.

He wore a frustrated scowl. “The witch got away. They were too far ahead.”

Bianca sighed in resignation. “Dammit. Well, let’s at least count it as a win that they didn’t kill this kid here. Look at ‘er eyes though, I think they got cursed. We gotta- hff- get ‘em to Tracy- Geezus they’re a deadweight-” she sunk under their weight as she tried to hoist them up, an arm around their shoulders.

“Here, let me-” Pinprick gently scooped them into his arms. Their head sagged against his chest and they didn’t stir beyond a small mumble that was barely audible. “Poor thing…” he murmured, cradling them carefully against himself.

“Let’s get 'em back to BC and see what the damage is. Hopefully nothin’ too bad.”

---

A myriad of voices reached her ears, but she couldn’t really understand what anyone was saying through her exhaustion. She wanted to go back to sleep.

Consciousness came slow, discouraged by soft, warm blankets. Yet they couldn’t shake the feeling that something horrible had happened…She scrunched her face up. It felt like...there was something...

“Oh shit, they moved!”

“She’s waking up!”

“Oooooh do you think she’ll wanna become a Cadet?”

“Whaddaya think happened?”

“Ok everyone, that’s enough, off you go! There will be plenty of time for meet and greet later!”

Coherent thought was returning in a steady stream, and it was now that she realized there were bandages around her eyes. Bandages? Is that why her eyelids felt so hot and swollen…? Or was it because her eyes felt hot and swollen that she had bandages…? Did something happen to them?

She sat up rather abruptly, hearing a squeal of surprise in response to her quick movement. Her eyes...were really itchy. They itched, but they stung more, like a dull ache. Like someone had blown pepper flakes into her eyes…they automatically watered in response to the thought.

Her head throbbed. Ugh...it felt like something was hammering the inside of her skull...She pressed a hand to her temple in protest of the sudden headache.

“Welcome back, dear. You gave us a bit of a scare, being out for so long.”

She jumped at the voice and heard a soft chuckle.

“No need to be jumpy, now. You’re at Black Cauldron. My name is Tracy Pan, I’m a nurse here.”

“Black Cauldron…” she echoed. “You mean the guild for cursed people…?”

“The very same. One of our teams found you in an alley. It looked like you had been attacked. Does that seem familiar at all?”

It did. She nodded, her mouth suddenly becoming dry. If she was here, at Black Cauldron, did that mean…?

“I’ll get straight to the matter at hand. When our Cadets found you, you seemed to have color streaming from your eyes. When you got here, your eyelids were pretty irritated and swollen, hence the bandages as a precaution. It’s very possible you’ve been cursed.”

Wisty was silent as the nurse methodically unwound the gauze and peeled the medical tape off the pads over her eyes.

“I...don’t really remember a lot about what happened. They were a client of mine, they were angry about...something about the art I made for them? We got into a fight and...they shot some sort of spell at me.”

“Hm hm! And what’s your name?”

She could barely squeeze it out of her rapidly tightening throat as dread coiled in her gut . “...W-Wisteria. Wisteria Inkwell. Or...Wisty...”

“Pleasure to meet you, Wisty. I’m going to remove your bandages. When they’re off, make sure to open your eyes slowly. If you are cursed, there’s a high likelihood that it affected your eyes.”

Please don’t let it be what she thought it was.

Please let that have been from shock. Please...

“Alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, reluctantly, she opened them.

Everything was grey. Greys and whites and blacks, like she was looking at an old photograph. Monochrome. The color was gone. Wisty’s heart had started to pound so hard she could feel each thump in her chest. The dread uncoiled and shot through her veins, bringing with it a wave of cold.

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot--

No. No. No. No way. This couldn’t be happening.

She would not cry, not in front of other people, let alone a stranger. Emotions she couldn’t place were whirling about inside her so fast. But her face was blank as she willed the tears back. She felt very dizzy.

“Hm hm!” A small plump woman popped into her view, a troll? She leaned in close, examining her eyes. “It would seem it is indeed a curse on your eyesight. Or is it perhaps a different version of soul loss…? Your eyes are voided out like another one of our Cadets, but his are white, yours are black. What do you see?”

Wisty fought off tears. “There’s no color. I can’t see color, I--they-- they took color from me...they--”

“Interesting, interesting…and how else do you feel?” Tracy continued.

The room was spinning.

“I...uh…kin...kinda...dizzy...” Wisty mumbled. “I think ‘m gonna b’ sick…”

“Hmm, you might be in shock. How about we… …”

The rest of the nurse’s words were lost to the static roar that started in Wisty’s ears. Everything sounded very far away all of a sudden, she herself felt like she was floating. She could see things, hear things, but she couldn’t make sense of any of it. She tried to breathe in steadily, but her chest was burning. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She felt herself falling freely through space.

Where was the color?

---

It was quiet when Wisty came to again. Jeez...what happened? Had they fainted?

They opened their eyes, slowly.

It was no less gut-wrenching the second time.

The world was still in grayscale, and the sickening feeling swelled inside them all over again. They looked around and listened, eyes already brimming with tears. They were alone. Good.

They buried their face into their knees and sobbed. They sobbed until they felt like they were going to be sick. Their throat was tight and their head pounded, they cried until they had no tears left. The colorful world they’d loved so much was gone. And it wasn’t going to come back. Small wails mixed in with their sobs, thankfully muffled by the blankets.

Finally, they calmed themself down with a series of long sighs that shook their frame. They wiped their eyes and looked around, sniffling. Urgh, now they’d given themself a nasty headache and they couldn’t breathe through their nose. They slipped out of bed to find the bathroom. They could use some cold water on their face.

Wisty approached the door and went to open it, only to have it swing forward on its own, causing them to yelp in response.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t--excuse me--”

The pair of legs in the doorway bent down, and an incredibly tall ghoul ducked through the threshold.

“Ahem.” He straightened himself up to his full height, easily over nine feet. “Apologies cupcake, I didn’t see you there. Actually, should you even be out of bed? You haven’t been taking your curse very well.”

Wisty squirmed and hastily wiped at her eyes. “I, um, I actually feel fine now. I just wanted some water.”

He leaned down, putting his face too close to hers, and gently pressed a long pointed finger onto her cheek. She resisted the urge to shrink away. What if he noticed--

“Now, why the waterfalls?”

Crap.

“I. Um.”

The ghoul studied her expression and grinned widely with a chuckle, showing a mouth full of sharp teeth. Wisty averted her gaze. What colors was he? Frustrated tears bubbled up again. The ghoul cocked his head and continued to grin. Then his eyebrows hopped up and his smile dropped in surprise.

“Oh my. That doesn’t look normal.”

“H-Huh?” Wisty wiped at her eyes and was startled to smell...what was that? Ink? She pulled her hand away.

Some sort of dark substance was smeared across the back of her hand. She looked at it. Looked up at the ghoul. Back to the ink. Then the ghoul. He stared back with a surprisingly calm expression.

“Side effect of your curse, perhaps?” he suggested.

Fighting back the urge to just up and scream, Wisty replied, “Uuuhhhhh maybe? Hope this isn’t a permanent thing-”

“Yo Pin, quit hoggin’ the doorframe!”

A girl with long gelatinous-looking hair squeezed past the ghoul, her eyebrows also hopping up when she saw Wisty.

Oh, you’re awake! ‘S about time too, you were startin’ to freak us all out! Especially after you fainted right outta the bed.”

She stuck her hand out, and Wisty took it in her own. The girl’s hand was very warm.

“I’m Bianca Frost, and this is my partner Pinprick! We make up Team B of Black Cauldron. We found you in an alley.”

“Oh--oh my god, you guys saved me? Thank you!!”

Bianca shrugged and rubbed the back of her head, looking away.

“Eh, it was nothin’. I’m just sorry we didn’t find you sooner. Uh, how are ya feelin’ now? You know your eyes are...uh, leaking, right?”

“Y-Yeah, dunno what’s up with that. I’m...better. It’s still kinda a big shock,” Wisty rubbed at her eyes again. “Do you have a bathroom in here? I wanted to get some water and clean my face.”

At her insistence that she felt fine enough to do it herself, Bianca pointed Wisty in the direction of the restrooms. They were easy to find, tucked around the corner from a bar area. There were several people sitting at tables, and they all swiveled their heads to stare at her as she walked by. With a weird flip in her stomach, Wisty hurriedly shut the door behind her as whispers began.

Purposefully avoiding the mirror, they splashed their face with water, sighing as it soothed their itchy, swollen eyes. Wisty braced themselves, head hanging with one hand on either side of the sink. They stared down at the wisps of ink mixing with the water as it all swirled down the drain. They could deal with this. It would be fine. They’d be fine. They’d find a way to keep making art, this was fine. They cupped their hands under the stream and took several thirsty gulps. This was manageable. People got cursed all the time. (As unfortunate as that was.)

Wisty sighed again. They wondered if the curse affected how their eyes looked. Steeling themself, they looked in the mirror. Their eyes were completely black, no visible iris or sclera to be seen.

“Whoooooooaaaa,” They couldn’t help the exclamation as they leaned in closer, staring at their reflection with wide eyes. “Haha, what the hell…?”

They pulled their eyelid down and rolled their eyeball around, looking this way and that; the whole thing was as solid and black as an 8 ball and reflected no light. Kinda like that pigment of black they used once-

A thought struck them- what would people think if they saw their eyes? Would they avoid her? Would people commission art from a cursed person who couldn’t even see the colors she was using? Cursed people in Salem were viewed with pity, and sometimes worse, outright scorn for being damaged goods. Would they have to wear sunglasses or something? What if--

There was a knock on the door.

Pin’s -that was his name right?- voice sounded on the other side, muffled, “Hey cupcake, are you almost done in there? John wants to talk to you.”

John? Who’s that…? Wisty opened the door. Two people dressed in Ironmaiden uniforms were waiting to greet her. One was a tall, imposing-looking woman with her greying hair neatly twisted into a bun. She looked severe, but her eyes looked at Wisty gently. Next to her was an equally-tall oxen hybrid, standing with his arms crossed. He looked at Wisty just as kindly, despite his intimidating appearance. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, clenching it in her hands.

“You’re Wisteria Inkwell, correct?” the woman asked. Wisty nodded.

“My name is Elanor Pan, founder of Black Cauldron. This here is John Bullock, chief of the Iron Maidens.”

“We wanted to ask you a few questions. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble,” John said, noting Wisty’s sudden nervous expression. “We wanted to ask you about the witch that cursed you. It’s our understanding they got away after attacking you.”

“Oh, no! I don’t mind at all…” Wisty replied, feeling relief wash over her.

“Good. Now, if you’ll come this way…” John ushered Wisty into another room. Before the door closed, she looked back at the entourage that was still gathered. They all stared at her.

Wisty rubbed at her eyes.

---

She ambled back out the door a good while later, now rubbing at her temple. John and Ela had peppered her with questions about her assailant until her head was spinning. They certainly were thorough. She’d drawn them a picture of the witch that had cursed her, which ate up even more time as she tried to recall as many details about them as possible. Then...more questioning. A drop of whatever-the-heck was dripping out of her eyes nearly ruined the whole damn drawing.

Wisty wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to have happen. Did she want the witch to be arrested? Did she want revenge? Out of all the things she was feeling, anger wasn’t very high on the list at the moment. Both John and Ela had assured her the drawing she made, as well as the details she provided, would be put on the wanted board in Black Cauldron.

On that topic… Ela had said…

The people still in the bar area chose that moment to pounce, all but swarming around her.

“Hey! Did Ela talk to you about becoming a Cadet?”

“What kind of curse do you have?”

“Want some soda?”

They were all talking over each other so loudly Wisty could hardly piece together what any one person said. She was luckily saved by Elanor, who swept out of the room behind her.

“Really now! I’d said there’d be time for introductions later, but this poor child has had a very long day and she certainly doesn’t need to be bombarded by you all at once. I know you’re all excited about the prospect of a new Cadet, but please, be considerate. Don’t scare them off just yet!” she said, a good-humored smile curving her mouth. She placed a hand on Wisty’s shoulder and looked down at her, still smiling. “Think about my offer, won’t you? I think you’d be a valuable member here.”

“I’ll think about it, for sure,” Wisty said.

Ela nodded. “Good. In the meantime, would you like to stay here awhile until you’re feeling better? Maybe get yourself acquainted with some of our Cadets here.”

“I’m- Thank you very much Mrs. Elanor-” Wisty managed to squeak out as Bianca grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away.

“Just Ela is fine, dear!”

Bianca ushered a bewildered Wisty into a seat, and the remaining chairs at the table were very quickly filled in. A stout girl with hair that curled at the ends trotted up to the crowd, notepad in hand.

“Hi! I’m Cameilla, a waitress here. Can I get you anything to drink?” she chirped, smiling wide.

“I’d looooove a soda-” a boy at the table started. “She was talking to the new kid, not you,” someone else retorted.

“Well...if it’s not too much trouble, I’m literally dying for a lemonade right now,” Wisty said.

Cameilla smiled and hopped away towards the kitchen. “Cameilla is the youngest Cadet,” Bianca said. “She’s not keen on the whole fighting thing, so she works as a waitress here instead!”

She returned a very short time later with Wisty’s lemonade, and the questions began.

The first to speak was Pinprick. “So, my dear, care to share with the rest of the class? Why don’t we get those introductions out of the way.”

“Oh! I’m Wisteria. Just Wisty is fine.”

Everyone looked at her expectantly. One of the Cadets tapped near their eyes and pointed at her.

“Oh right, my curse. Well...I can’t see color anymore,” Wisty found it was easier to talk about than she had anticipated. “I can still see and all, but it’s like--you know black and white photographs? It’s like that. I can still see value, but all the hue and saturation is gone.”

There was a wave of nods and aaaaaah’s that quickly turned into a collective scream as a thick, viscous liquid trickled down Wisty’s cheeks.

“Holy shit your eyes are melting!!”

“No no no no they’re not! They’ve been doing this ever since I woke up. I’m...really hoping this isn’t a thing my eyes just do now…”

Bianca slid a napkin dispenser her way and Wisty grabbed several, hurriedly rubbing at her face, grumbling in frustration.

“I swear, if this is just a thing for me now I’m gonna go feral,” she muttered.

“Being colorblind looks pretty metal,” a boy with glowing white eyes said, blowing a cloud of smoke out through his teeth. A cigarette was clenched between them.

Wisty wrinkled her nose and tried not to gag into the napkin. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke. The Cadet sitting next to the boy must have noticed, because he deftly yoinked it out of his comrade’s mouth.

“Yo Harvey, what the hell man?!” the boy squawked as the person in a bunny mask crumpled the cigarette in his hand.

“If you paid any attention to her face, you’d have seen your smokestack was making her sick, dumbass.” He turned to Wisty and stuck out his non-ash covered hand, which Wisty took and shook. “I’m Harvey. I make weapons for Cadets here. This idiot next to me is Dex.”

Dex gave a short wave, grinning widely. “Yep, that’s me! Dex, the resident heartthrob.”

Wisty blinked. “Oh, I’ve seen you before! You nearly ran me over with your bike once.”

Everyone present swiveled their heads to stare at Dex. He blinked.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

“...I did?”

“Oh my god Dex that is NOT what you say to someone you nearly flattened with your dumb bike!”

“Hey! DeeDee is NOT dumb! She--ow ow ow ow!” his words cut off with a squeal as Harvey sitting next to him grabbed him in a headlock.

“I’m sorry about him. He tragically lost all his brain cells years ago.“

Wisty couldn’t help but giggle. “Um, have you all been here long?”

“Some of us have, yeah,” Harvey said. He released his hold on Dex, who sucked in air theatrically.

“Caldwell, the guy workin’ behind you? He helped form BC with Ela. They go way back,” Pinprick said. “Then we all joined one by one! There’s many more of us who aren’t here right now, but it’d be lovely if you met them, cupcake. We’re definitely a rag-tag bunch with a myriad of curses to match.”

Bianca tossed her hair, grinning in a way that seemed very much prideful. “A witch set me on fire and I turned into a lava elemental! Best thing that ever happened to me!”

“I mean, it’s fairly obvious for me,” Pinprick added, grinning equally widely. “Black Cauldron’s resident ghoul.”

Harvey was silent until Dex leaned on him hard enough to nearly push him off his chair.

“Oh god fine!” he relented, placing a hand on Dex’s face and shoving him away. “I was dared by some buddies of mine to put this mask on and it never came off,” he said. “Happy now?” he added to Dex, who was watching him with his chin in his hands, smiling mischievously.

“How do you eat then?!” Wisty balked.

“With a straw, duh.”

“What about you, Dex? Wh-”

“Sooooo!” Dex cut in. “Are you thinking about becoming a Cadet?”

“I mean, Ela did make the offer to me. But I dunno how much of a help I’d be to be honest. Fighting sounds interesting, buuuuut all I’m really good at is making art.”

“We can help teach you, if you join. And Harvey can make you a weapon!” Dex said. “And if ya want, maybe you could team up with someone, like Alphus over there, or—”

“I work alone, Dex boy,” the woman leaning on the wall nearby said.

Wisty shrunk in her seat.

“Oh, don’t mind her cupcake, she can be a little standoffish towards everyone at first,” Pinprick said, placing a reassuring hand on Wisty’s shoulder, nearly knocking her off her chair. “Honestly Alphus, be nice!”

Alphus shrugged. “Hey, never said I was against backup if I’d ever need it, which I won’t. Just so long as no one gets in my way.”

“So what was this about you being an artist?” Harvey inquired.

“Oh yeah! I mostly do commission work and run my studio outta my apartment. You might’ve seen some of my stuff if you visit the underground city.”

“Oooooh, can you show us some of your work?”

“Can you draw something right now?”

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It ended up being pretty late when Wisty finally set off back home. A slight breeze wafted through the city streets, and they initially felt oddly at ease, despite everything that had happened. But as they walked along, gazing at familiar sights, a pit opened up in the bottom of their stomach. How were they going to deal with this? What would they tell their friends? Their family? The streetlamps that once felt so warm seemed frigid now, a dull grey. Values were mixing together and hard to tell apart. Wisty impatiently flicked away yet another trickle of black from their right eye.

Black Cauldron…

They’d heard of them for a long time, but they never imagined they might end up joining one day. And even now, they were still unsure. Everyone they had met were very friendly, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to become a Cadet. Maybe they could make recruitment posters or something. Or something. The last thing they wanted to be was a hindrance to anyone.

A single day at a time.

“Ugh!” Wisty shouted aloud, throwing their fists in the air.

They had time to think it over, even Ela had said so! There was no rush.

They’d take it one day at a time.

#stories #original story #skz #skullkidz #skull kidz #out in the field #wisteria #wisty #man this rewrite took foreverrrr #but i like it a lot more now :>

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 years

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Hi baby! I adore your writing! So I thought about a request: Y/n is teasing Daddy Jake by sexting him all day while he’s doing interviews for FFH with Tom. And when he gets home he fucks the brains out of the y/n. Right in the middle of a rough pounding into her he immediately stops and starts fingering her while choking (fuuuck) until she’s a CRYING MESS. He doesn’t let her get him off bc “you don’t deserve making me come today, Princess”. And he heads out to get a shower alone. OMG 💦

Hey baby ❤ I loved this request so much!!! Hope you enjoy it!

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You rolled your eyes, getting off his lap.

"Sorry, babygirl." He says sadly. "I really have to answer this."

"Or you could call them later, how abo…"

"Hello?"

Oh no, he didn't. After weeks of traveling, he comes home and can't give you a tiny bit of attention? Cause he needs to talk to the same people he was with this whole time? You were not having it.

You got on your knees in front of him, looking at him dead in the eyes. He knew what you had in mind, but it was too late to stop you now.

He watches as you tug his pants down. He shakes his head with a serious expression. But you nod with a smirk.

"Yes, I think that next wednesday will… oh my god." He moaned when you finally got to free his cock and started licking on his head. "No, no, it's nothing, sorry. As I was saying, next wednesday seems great."

You sent him an angry look. He was supposed to spend time with you, now he was already setting things up. You would make him pay for that.

"We got a lot done last week, but…" He took a deep breath as you took him deep in your throat, keeping eye contact with a smirk on. He wasn't really smiling. "Last week…"

He completely forgot what he was talking about when you started moving your head up and down.

"No, everything is fine, I just…" The person on the phone clearly noticed Jake was acting weird. "Can I call you back in like… 30 minutes? I've got a big problem I really need to deal with. Okay, thanks."

At the same moment he ended the call, his hand pulled your hair really hard, making you release his dick.

"What the fuck?" He sighed annoyed. "Do you think that's funny? Nobody ever taught you be patient, little girl?"

"I've been patient long enough." You said firmly. "You've been away all this time, and now that you're back, I want you attention, daddy."

"Don't talk back to me like a little brat and expect to be treated like a princess." He stood up. "Get on the bed. Down on all fours."

You didn't hesitate and did exactly what he said. You were already in your underwear, because things had heaten up before his phone interrupted you. He stood behind you and pulled your panties down, sliding his hard cock inside you, making your back arch. It had been so long, but he didn't care. He thrusted hard inside you, his hips were hitting your clit and it felt like heaven.

While it lasted. Because, suddently, he pulled out and turned you around, so you were now laying on your back.

"Was that what you wanted, babygirl?" He leaned closer to you, speaking as his lips barely brushed yours.

"Yes, daddy." You tried to make your lips meet, but he quickly placed his hand around your neck, choking you and making it harder to speak. "Please. I want more. Want you to come inside me."

"I know you do. Fuck, I know how much you love to be filled with my come, and I spent all these last days just waiting to give you that." He removed his hand from your throat and stood straight, fixing his clothes and taking a step back to admire your desperate state. "But I don't think you deserve to make me come today, baby."

He turned his back to you.

"Daddy!" You cried out. "Please…"

"I'm gonna take a shower. With or without you, I need to come, darling. And you don't even deserve to watch it." He smiled to himself and started to walk towards the bathroom. "After that, I have an important call to make. Let's see if you can behave during it this time."

He shut the bathroom door and you knew that was gonna be a long night of teasing.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal x y/n #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal blurb #jake gyllenhaal fanfiction

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duker42 · 4 years

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it was Levi and his s/o's anniversary and he had the whole day planned out. however, everything went wrong. ppl kept asking him for things, bothering him. ppl got the wrong orders, etc. by the end of the day, he felt so bad bc he wanted this to be a special day for his lover. but she wasn't mad, she was smiling at him and saying that if she's with him, nothing else matters. he still felt bad, but then thought of something. he took her to the roof to let her see the stars and she was mesmerized

💜Anniversary Gone Wrong💜

Levi groaned in irritation as another knock sounded on his door. Of all days to have things continuously fuck up, today was not that day.

It was his and Y/N’s anniversary. He had decided to try and plan the day for them. Something he normally wouldn’t do, but he had been trying to show her that he wasn’t as closed off as he appeared.

She put up with a lot from him. His obsessive mannerisms and gruff treatment of her were enough to make most women leave, making him deal with his inner demons alone.

Y/N was special, loving him and comforting him even when he tried pushing her away. Never giving up on him when he thought he should be alone, deserved to be left to his misery.

So he had planned out the day with her, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect. He had planned a dinner out in town, the day spent by the lake he had found about five miles away.

He had been woken by his door being pounded on, a cadet informing him that Commander Erwin needed him at his office immediately. He could only be grateful that Y/N had gone back to sleep, but he hated not being able to stay in bed with her.

He had been in a foul mood when Erwin had greeting him. It was a disaster, the MPs were planning on trying to have that Titan shifter, Eren killed. They were holding a trial for the boy, but hadn’t bothered to inform Erwin until the last minute. A shitty ploy for the bastards to try and prevent him from creating a counter argument.

He spent the day holed up with Erwin, creating a plausible plan to present to the Premier. Cadets and Squad Leaders had come and gone, demanding information or relaying updates on the efforts to improve the blocked gate in Trost.

Levi had grunted in fury when he received the note that his dinner reservation had been cancelled, the restaurant declining guests for the night due to the Premier and his own lackeys deciding to use that restaurant to drink the night away.

He crumpled the paper in anger and blew out a hot sigh. It was just the perfect ending to a horrible day. He had not seen Y/N once since he had gotten out of their bed, and now all his plans had disintegrated into dust.

When Erwin finally decided nothing else could be planned about Eren’s court trial set for tomorrow, Levi left him to make his way back to his quarters. He had a headache and fierce scowl on his face when he finally made his way into the rooms him and Y/N called home.

In another piece of rotten luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found, so he had to shower on his own. He grumbled to himself as he dried off and exited the bathroom. Y/N was sitting out the edge of their bed, smiling at him when he stalked into the bedroom to dress.

“Hey....I got you a tray, I figured that Erwin forgot about eating again.” Y/N said as she gestured towards the office through the other door.

He snorted to himself. Great...not only had today been ruined, but she had already eaten the shitty food the Mess Hall provided them.

He got dressed and walked over to where Y/N was sitting. He pulled her up and into his arms, his head laying down against her shoulder as he sighed.

“I tried to make today special, but of course, everything got fucked up.” He muttered against her skin. “I had all these plans, and then I didn’t even see you until now.”

Y/N’s light laugh made his feel a bit better. “Levi, I don’t care what we do. That doesn’t matter, as long I spend the rest of the day with you. And the days to come.”

She pulled back and gave him a sweet kiss, making him smile against her lips. He was so damn lucky to have her.

An idea popped into his head on how to make what was left of their night a bit more special. He pulled away and tugged on her hand for her to follow him. He went into the officer’s pantry and grabbed a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses before leading her to the stairs that went up to the roof.

The battlements were deserted, and the view was wonderful as it looked out over the area. Levi helped Y/N up to sit on the edge of the wall, before settling beside her and opening the bottle of wine.

After they had their drinks, Y/N leaned back and stared up at the night sky. Sighing contentedly, she snuggled up against him, letting him throw an arm around her and pull her close.

“It’s so beautiful up here.” Y/N said as she watched a shooting star streak across the black sky. The stars seemed brighter than normal, twinkling down at the couple as they sat and enjoyed the view.

Levi kissed the top of her head as he hugged her a bit closer to him. “Happy Anniversary, Y/N. Thank you for putting up with my ass.”

Y/N laughed at his crass comment. It was just like him, adding a bit of snark to the sweet words. It might have been an anniversary gone wrong in his eyes, but to her, it was just one day in the many years to come with her and Levi.

“Happy Anniversary, Levi. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Levi said quietly, starting to kiss her neck before moving over to kiss his lover properly. While it may not have been the best day, he could try to make up for it tonight.

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shiggi-trash · 5 years

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an x fem!reader where dabi's s/o was ditched by him during a date (bc of some emergency reasons) and now she's sulking... so he tries to win her attention back by surprising her with a romantic dinner date and everything's sweet? (maybe some nsfw after tho but it's okay if it aint allowed hehe) thanks!!

A/n: I think I have a new kink for this situation right here 💀 enjoy! Also I don’t write nsfw and I tried, I actually tried for this lmao but i just for some reason can’t, I’m sorry!

After you’d been stood up by dabi for your date, you sulked back to the apartment think of all the ways you could piss him off.

Lock the top lock, leave the stove light on, turn the heat up, maybe leave the sink dripping just enough to make noise

It wasn’t the fact that dabi couldn’t make it, you understood he had “work” to do it’s that he didn’t tell you.

Getting back to the apartment you locked the top lock as you closed the door behind you, going into the kitchen to drop off you keys, and turn the stove light on.

Satisfied with your work you went back to the bedroom, deciding sleeping was better than laying in bed pissed until dabi came home.

You woke up to a loud bang followed by crashing, sitting up in bed you grabbed the baseball bat and went to find the intruder.

Only to find dabi on the floor, his eyes drooped as broken glasses surrounded him.

Clenching your jaw you let the bat fall to the floor making dabi snap his head up to you.

“Did you get hurt?” You snapped, your eyes burning at the shake of his head.

Nodding you helped him off the floor, bringing him to the bathroom. Unaware of that was happening dabi yelled out at the freezing cold water that saturated him.

“You sobered up yet?” You bit out.

Dabi nodded slowly, not looking up at you to see the tears rolling down your face.

“Good, now get the fuck out.” You stood there, breathing heavily waiting for dabis response that never came. “Get the fuck out!” You yelled, grabbing his arm.

“Y/n.” He groaned. “Baby please.”

“No I’m sick of this,” you hiccuped. “I want you gone I want you out and I don’t want to see you again. Now get the fuck out of my apartment!”

Crying hestarically you dragged him towards the door, ignoring his pleas and requests to go to bed and talk about it in the morning.

“We aren’t going to talk about this now, tomorrow or ever.” You said slamming the door in your face.

As dabi pounded on the door apologizing and saying he’d never do it again he listened to your sobs, his heart breaking with each noise you made.

The next day when you came back from work you walk Into the smell of your favorite food. You stood in front of the dinning room as you blankly stared at it, waiting for dabi to show.

As dabi walked into the room you turned around and stared at him.

“What’s this?”

“Dinner, I want to talk about what happened because I am so sorry Shiga-“

“Do you even know what yesterday was?” You chuckled darkly when he didn’t answer. “It was my birthday, it wasn’t just some random dinner we wanted to go out to.”

“Baby I’m so sorry but I got caught up in work.”

“Is that why you came home piss drunk? Why there was shattered glass all over my floor at an ungodly hour?”

Dabi swallowed and looked down, not saying anything.

“You can jus take whatever you made with you because I won’t eat it.” You said before walking back to your room.

This kept happening for a week, dabi showing up to your apartment and leaving things sometimes leaving before you came home, until you have in a sat down and ate dinner with him.

“I’m sorry and I hope you know I genuinely mean it.”

Biting your lip you thought of how to respond. “I know,” you breathed out. “And I don’t want to talk about it anymore let’s just..... move on.”

Dabi nodded, getting up from his seat without a word, making his way over to you. Before you could question what he was doing he had you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, not getting a response.

Getting to the bedroom dabi threw you down, taking his jacket off before crawling next to you, bringing you closer as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you princess.”

#bhna #bhna imagine #bhna x reader #bhna dabi #dabi #dabi bnha #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi imagine #mha dabi

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mss4msu · 5 years

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“Do I Wanna Know?” (Chapter 7)

Summary: On a visit to a local nightclub, the lounge singer catches your eye. Soon becoming a regular at the club, the way you look on the dancefloor gets his attention. You begin to hear stories about the notorious crime lord who owns and operates the small nightclub. When your friends worry that you’ve gotten mixed up with a mobster, you wonder if it’s better to be left in the dark and find yourself asking, “Do I wanna know?” if you’re getting involved with one of the most revered mobsters in the city.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Words: 1807

Warnings: Language, Reference to Violence

A/N: Because I know what’s going to happen, writing this chapter was a struggle bc I just wanna get to the good stufffffff. Thanks for keeping with me babeyeeeees.

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You spent the entire night over the toilet, your body alternating between bouts of vomiting and intense shaking that caused your whole body to convulse. The scenes of what you had seen replayed in your head and you gagged each time you thought of how hard James had beaten that man. After several bouts of dry heaving, everything went dark.

You awoke to the feeling of the cold tile floor on your cheek. You tried to push yourself up, but your head began to pound violently. You saw a bottle of water in front of you and reached for it, you didn’t know where it had come from, but figured you must have grabbed it from the car on the way home last night.

You contorted your face trying to remember what had happened the night before, which only made the blood in your head beat harder. You forced yourself to lean against the wall and put your head between your legs, praying for the pounding to stop just for a few minutes so you could gather your bearings. You took deep breaths in and out until the pain behind your eyes finally started to subside.

Once the pain was gone enough for you to think somewhat clearly, you began to go through the events of the night before. You had had a terrible day at work, and so you decided to go to see James at the club, you remembered that bit. You left work and had Peter take you home to change and then he took you for food and then to the club, you could picture that clearly enough. That’s when things got a bit fuzzy. You remembered getting to the club, someone leading you in, you couldn’t quite place the face in your mind, and getting a table in the front. You knew you had drinks brought to you, but you couldn’t recall the number or the contents. You had watched James sing, and the song had been catchy, but you couldn’t think of even one line from it. The song had ended, and you remembered sitting at the table and continuing to drink, but then nothing. You weren’t sure if you had seen James at all, you didn’t exactly know how or when you’d had gotten home, and you couldn’t figure out why you had woken up in the bathroom.

You heard a faint buzzing, and after realizing it wasn’t your headache, you began to reach around for your phone. It stopped vibrating just as you finally had it in your hand. You brought the phone close to your face, trying to get your eyes to focus on the screen. You had two missed call notifications from James and a few texts from him as well. You unlocked your phone and opened your messages.

“(Y/N)! Are you alright? You had quite a bit to drink at the club, so I called Peter to pick you up. I asked him to let me know when you were home safe, and he did, but I want to hear it from you too.” -- Saturday 12:02AM

“Don’t forget to drink some, or a lot, of water and maybe take some Advil. I’ll get to the bottom of who was in charge of giving you so many free drinks.” -- Saturday 12:03 AM

“Hey, (Y/N). Still haven’t heard from you and wanted to be sure you’re feeling alright after last night.” -- Saturday 8:17AM

Your lips twisted up into a smile at how considerate James was to be checking in on you. You sat for a moment with your eyes closed, thinking about how to respond. Finally you typed back:

“Hi James, I’m not feeling my best, but I’m feeling a lot better than I was just a bit ago. Thanks for checking in on me and making sure I got home safe. I hope I didn’t do anything too embarrassing last night, because I can’t seem to remember even if I did” -- Saturday 8:22AM

“Of course. I’ll have some food delivered to your apartment if you think you can stomach it. After all you drank, I’ve got to think you’ve got quite the hangover.” -- Saturday 8:22AM

Your stomach rumbled as you read his text.

“James, you really don’t have to do that, but I appreciate the thought.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“You bet, doll. I’ll see you later this week. Take care of yourself.” -- Saturday 8:23AM

“Ok” --Saturday 8:24AM

You forced yourself up from the floor and clung to the walls as you slowly walked yourself to the kitchen, your head taking up its pounding beat from earlier. You fixed yourself a bowl of dry cereal and moved to the couch, gingerly laying down and placing the cereal on your stomach. You took a handful of it in your hand and stuffed it in your mouth, chomping away quickly, trying to appease your stomach. You finished your cereal and got more comfortable on the couch, quickly falling asleep.

You woke up to the buzz of your phone next to you. It was the number for the front door, and you answered hesitantly.

“Hi, I have an order for (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” the voice in the phone said.

“Ok,” you said groggily, slowly sitting up, “Be right there.”

You got up and went to the door, the only shoes you could find were your Louboutins from James. You shoved your feet into them and hurried downstairs to the door.

“Here you go,” the delivery person said as they handed you a large bag.

“Thanks?” you took the bag and went back up to your apartment.

You sat back down on the couch and opened up the bag on your coffee table. On top was a single white rose. You brought it to your nose and inhaled deeply before gently setting it down and seeing what else was in the bag. You pulled out a large bottle of gatorade and immediately unscrewed the cap and took a long drink of it. Next, you grabbed a large container and one smell upon opening it let you know that it was bacon mac and cheese. You found a smaller container filled with chicken noodle soup. One last container had a giant chocolate brownie in it.

You picked up your phone and took a picture of your haul, and sent it to James along with a message that said:

“Thanks! This should revive me from my deathbed in no time.” -- Saturday 7:24PM

While James normally responded between minutes, you stared at your phone for three minutes waiting for a reply that didn’t come. You locked the screen and grabbed your tv remote. You put on the first comedy you saw and dug into the mac and cheese. Every minute or so you would pause to check your phone, but you still didn’t hear anything from James. You began to worry that maybe you had fucked something up while drunk. You put a movie on and tried to focus on the plot. When you decided to give up and just go to bed, your phone finally lit up.

“Glad to hear it.” -- Saturday 11:47PM

Your fingers hovered over your keyboard as you tried to think of what to respond. You ultimately decided not to send anything, as you were too tired to carry on a conversation anyway. You got off the couch, put the leftover food in your fridge, got ready for bed, and then flopped down on your bed. You fell asleep quickly.

You awoke in a cold sweat in the morning from the most vivid dream:

You were at the club and had wandered down a long hallway full of locked doors until you found a room at the end of the hall that was unlocked. You pushed open the door and a wave of blood flooded over you. You looked up from the blood washing over you to see James repeatedly beating a man. When James looked up at you, his eyes were pitch black and he had a terrible, evil grimace on his face. He came quickly at you, and you stumbled back down the hallway. You tripped and fell and James caught up to you. You woke up before you saw his face again.

You grabbed your phone, getting onto Instagram and going to the White Wolf and the Howlers page, needing to get the terrifying look of the James from your nightmare out of your head. You were able to calm down as you scrolled through the photos of the band and as you got out of bed and went about your day, the nightmare was all but forgotten.

On Monday, Peter Parker picked you up at your usual time. After exchanging the usual formalities, you sat in silence, wondering if you should ask him about Friday. For the sake of professionalism, you decided against it and continued the ride without speaking. When you got off the elevator at your floor, the new front desk person waved you over.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), I have a delivery for you.”

“Oh, thanks?” you responded with confusion, taking the box from them.

You walked quickly to your office, keyed in, and set your bag down so you could attend to the box. You opened it and found the signature James white rose inside. Under the rose was a file folder. You opened it and found a handwritten note on top which read:

“(Y/N), my apologies, but I will be traveling this week to check in on the investments you have already established for me and thus will not be able to meet with you in person. I’ve enclosed my itinerary for the week and will be in touch if I deem any of the companies undesirable upon meeting with them in person (of course, I’m sure I won’t as I know how hard you’ve worked on this, but one needs to be sure). Best, James”

Your stomach dropped at the idea that you wouldn’t be seeing James for at least a week and at how formal his note had been. You instantly began to worry again that it was because of something you had done Friday night.

You took the note out and found an iPad inside the folder. You opened it and found James’s itinerary and synced documents with your notes about each company. He was meeting with Oscorps Monday, SHIELD Tuesday and Wednesday, Pym Technologies on Thursday, and the University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics on Friday morning. He had all of his arrival times scheduled, and it said he would be back Friday night at 6:00pm. At 9:00pm he had put that he was performing at the club. Your breath fluttered and you took this as a sign that everything was alright.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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ofstarsandvibranium · 5 years

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Losing a Part of You

Fandom: Marvel (Car Mechanic AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Reader figuring out that Chubby! Bucky has been trying to work out more and eat a little less because “he’s not as nice as he used to be” but reader assured him he doesn’t need to bc she thinks he’s handsome already, ends with snuggles and dinner + Chubby!Bucky wondering if he should lose weight for y/n or a special event or something? + Idk if you ever heard how Chris Pratt lost weight for marvel but then his wife was like “I miss your chub” lol you could do something like that for Bucky? Maybe he lost weight just on accident from work or something and he thinks she’ll like it

A/N: so yeah, I basically combined 3 prompts into one, and tweaked some of them a little bit.

For some time now, Bucky has been thinking more and more about his physique. He’s not getting any younger and definitely not getting any thinner.

As he’s staring at himself shirtless in the bathroom mirror, he’s starting to think that maybe he should lose some weight.

“Hey, baby?” he calls out to you.

“Yeah?”

“Can you c’mere for a sec?” he hears rustling and then your soft footfalls against the carpeted floor.

“What’s up?” you ask as you lean against the doorway.

“Do you think I should lose some weight?”

“Why would I think that?” you look at him confusedly.

Bucky shrugs, “Well, I’m not as nice lookin’ as I used to be. When we first met I was this good looking, fit kinda guy. Now I see all these guys around the shop lookin’ younger and more fit than me-”

You walked over and stood behind him, wrapping your arms and resting them on his tummy, “Bucky Barnes, whether you’re skinny or got some chub to you, I’ll still find you the most handsome and sexiest guy in the world.”

“I know, sweetheart, and I love that you’ll love me no matter how I look. I just-I feel like I’d be happier with myself if I lost some pounds, ya know?”

“You do whatever you need to do to be comfortable with yourself, babe. As long as you do it in a healthy and efficient way. Don’t be starving yourself or anything, okay?”

Bucky softly smiled and nodded his head, “Yes, ma’am.”

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The hard part, for Bucky, wasn’t the working out part. It was the eating healthy part. He loved to snack and had a big appreciation for food. But after speaking with a nutritionist, he had to cut back on the fats and add more plants to his diet. So instead of snacking on his usual potato chips during his breaks at the car shop, he’d be munching on carrots, celery, apples, etc.

Down the road, Bucky started to get used to his diet. He also appreciated that you were in this with him, making sure that he didn’t feel alone in his new health journey. Sure, there were times where he just wanted to give up, there were times where he relapsed and binge ate, but eventually, with your help, he found strength to get through it.

Now, every other day after work, he has a pre-workout and then goes to the gym for 2-3 hours depending on what his day is looking like. You’d join him often, depending on when you got out of work. But he felt so much more comfortable with you there by his side spotting him and counting out his reps. He couldn’t imagine doing this without you.

Months later, there such a stark difference now. His stomach doesn’t stick out when he wears tight clothing. He’s grown a lot more muscle now. He isn’t as tired as he’s used to and he’s officially established a healthy relationship with the things that he eats. Bucky doesn’t have an 8 pack or anything, his stomach is still slightly round, but not like it was before. He feels a lot happier with himself.

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You and Bucky are in bed after a night out together. You’re dressed down in your pjs while Bucky lays in just his boxers like usual. Your hand is rubbing soft circles along his stomach, occasionally following up and down his happy trail.

“You know something?” you ask.

Bucky answers with, “Hm?”

“I kinda miss your chub.”

Bucky snorts, “Really?”

You nod, “Yeah, babe, I mean, you still got some of it, but I just loved using you as my own pillow and I love how squishy you are. You were like my own teddy bear, and now you’re like this...rock! But don’t get me wrong, I love that you love yourself again. I just..please don’t go full body builder on me.”

Bucky laughed, “I understand, baby, and I appreciate it, I do. I think-I’m happy with my body now, with the way I am. I’m now able to keep up a lot more with the guys at the shop, I can lift a lot more. I’m just overall happy with myself. I lost a part of myself, but in a good way, I think.”

You snuggled up to Bucky, wrapping your arm around his stomach, “I’m so proud of you, Bucky.”

“Thank you, Y/N, for all of your love and support.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #chubby!bucky #marvel #au #car mechanic au

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matsislander-blog · 5 years

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Steal some covers, share some skin

“Heyyy do u mind writing a really cute/fluff/smut mat Barzal fanfic I would rlly appreciate it tysm🥰”- anon

“mathew barzal & soft sunday morning with his gf bc that’s all i want in life ah”- anon

I figured I would write one imagine for both of these asks since they’re pretty similar! I really liked this one, so I hope you all do to!

Words: 1618

You wake up to the feeling of fingers tracing on your back. You slowly open your eyes, sun shining through the curtains just faintly. You’re not sure of what time it is, but you can tell it’s still fairly early. The feeling of finger tips running all along your back makes you let out a hum in satisfaction. You hear a soft chuckle come from behind you. The hand tracing your back then comes and wraps around your waist. You feel the warmth of a body press against your back, head resting above yours. His hand comes up and moves the hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. It then goes down and connects with your hand, interlocking your fingers together. His thumb is slowly rubbing against the back of your hand, and he brings his head down to kiss you softly on your jaw, then your neck, and finally your shoulder. He kisses back up, making it to your ear, “morning baby” he whispers in your ear. “not yet” you groan back, not wanting to wake up just yet. He chuckles again. You roll over to face him. He has his head against the white pillow, hair fluffy, as usual, and spread across his forehead. He’s laying on his side, his arm still lazily draped over your waist. He has a small smile on his face when you look at him. His tan and toned body against the white blankets looks amazing. Lucky for you, he’s not wearing any clothes so you can take his whole body in. You can tell that he’s been working out more as his chest looks bigger. His abs are defined, even while laying on his side. The blanket is sitting on his waist, having you imagining what he looks like underneath. He puts his other arm underneath your necks, and pulls you to his chest. You put your head in the crook of his neck. He smells like cologne and his body wash, your favourite scent. He brings his hand down and continues to trace his fingertips so lightly around your back. His hand around your neck acmes up and starts to gently massage your head and play with you hair. You hum again. “this feels so good” you groan out. “I wouldn’t mind if you returned the favour..” Mat said, nudging you a little. “you woke me up, so i think i deserve this right now” you joke back, ticking his side. “alright, alright!” he says, moving your hand away from his side, “i guess you’re right..I’ll just lay here, let my fingers cramp up…” “oh my god, turn around then” you say back, laughing. He rolls over and lays on his stomach. You move closer to him, still laying on your side. Your leg wraps around one of his, and your hand starts to rub, and draw on his back. He lets out a small groan, “you’re right, this feels sooo good” you laugh. His arms are laid straight down beside his body. He takes his hand closes to you, brings it up and starts to trace along your collar bones. You open your eyes to see Mat looking at you with admiration in his eyes. You give him a small smile, “what?” “nothing, I just love you” he says. “I love you, babe” you say back. You lean your head down and press a kiss to his lips. “What should we do today?” you ask Mat. “this.” he answers immediately. “good” you say back. “al though… i think we should get up and make breakfast soon, im starving” he says. “ok, just like 5 more minutes” you say, wanting to enjoy this moment for just a while longer.

After a few minutes, Mats stomach starts to growl loudly. “(y/n)…” he says quietly to you. “alright, lets go starving” you joke to him. You both roll out of bed, Mat putting on a pair of gray sweatpants, and you putting on one of his old tshirts. As you start to walk to the kitchen, you feel his body press up against your back again, he wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a light squeeze, and a kiss to the shoulder. You go to keep walking to the kitchen but Mat isn’t letting go. “Mat, we can’t make breakfast if you don’t let us go to the kitchen” “we can walk like this, you’re so warm and cuddly I don’t wanna let go” he says, holding onto you tighter. You somehow manage to walk to the kitchen with a 6’0 187 pound child wrapped around you. You both look through the fridge and the cupboards looking for something to make. Mat pulls out a box of pancake mix, shaking it giving you a questioning look. “grab some eggs, milk and a bowl and start mixing then barz” you said to him. he furrows his eyebrows “you need to help me babe, im useless, please?” “I know, I know, lets get everything we need.” Once you’ve got all the ingredients you need, Mat starts to whisk them together in a bowl, while you get the stove ready with the pan. Once he’s finished, he brings the bowl over to you. He’s watching you as you begin to pour batter into the pan, forming 2 circles. “you’re good at this” mat says while observing. “it’s not hard mat… i literally poured this into the pan that’s it.” “but you’re so good at it babe” he says, winking at you. “shut up” you laugh back. As you’re flipping the pancakes, he once again presses his back against yours. “you’re clingy today huh?’ you ask jokingly. “yeah so what? i missed you” mat says into your hair. “i didn’t go anywhere” you say, “yeah but i didn’t see you while i was sleeping”. You let out a laugh, “you are so cheesy mat oh my god” he laughs into your hair, and then brings his head to the crook of your neck, rocking your both back and forth while you’re making the pancakes. He grabs 2 plates, butter and syrup and brings them over to you. You place pancakes on each plate, and put some syrup on them, bringing them to the couch. You both sit down, and turn on the show that you’ve been watching. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and lays it over the two of you. The second you put your plate on the coffee table in front of you, he’s already grabbing you by the waist and pulling you on top of him. You drop down with a huff. You move to lay between mat and the cough, arm and leg wrapped around him. His arms wrapping around your neck, rubbing your arm, while the others wrapped round your hand on his stomach. “These are my favourite days” he says, looking down at you. “I love doing nothing with you” he smiles. “ I love having you home” you smile back at him. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

After watching tv for a few hours, you stand up to go put the dishes away. As you’re getting up, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you back down. “where are you going?” he asks. “im going to clean up the kitchen, babe” you laugh. “nooooo don’t leave” he pouts. “come help me then” you nudge him. “ugh…. fine” you both stand up and head to the kitchen, cleaning up and listening to your show from the living room. Once it’s finally cleaned up, you start to walk back to the living room, mat grabs your hand. “hey, i have an idea” “what?” you ask. “lets have a bath” he suggests. “that sounds amazing” you say, walking towards the bathroom. Mat starts the tub and checks to make sure the temperature is good. You search through the bathroom cabinet looking for a bath bomb to put in the tub. He comes behind you and pulls out a blue one, “lets use this” he says, walking towards the bathub. He drops it in and watches for a second. It makes the water bright blue, and spreads bubbles all over the tub. Mat grabs his phone and plays a slow song playlist from spotify over the speaker in the bathroom. You both undress, Mat getting into the tub first. You put your hair up, and follow him after, you’re sitting facing eachother. Your legs inbetween his. He grabs your feet and brings them up to sit on his chest. He starts to rub your legs, massaging your calves. His hair had dropped down to sit on his forehead, sticking to it from the heat from the water, and he’s very focused. Your heart flutters looking at him and how well he takes care of you. How much we loves you and wants to make you feel good. He looks up, looking into you eyes. He smiles back at you. “come here” he says, gesturing you to turn around and rest against his chest. Once you’re resting against his chest, he lets out a sign of content. “you feel so good against me, your skins so soft and smooth.. you fit perfectly against me” he says into your neck. You put your hands on his thighs that are spread around you. You begin to massage them, and then move to his calves. He’s rubbing your shoulders, and down your arms. “I could do this forever” you say, resting your head against his chest. “believe me, i wish we could” he says, kissing your cheek. “I love you” you say, “I love you, i love our sunday mornings”

#mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #nyi #New York Islanders #new york islanders imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine

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