agirlwhoisaphantom

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

a little death - tom riddle x reader

summary: There is a new Defensive of Darrk Arts professor and something about you has captivated his attention

word count: 1635

warnings: age gap (all characters are 18+), taboo romance, teacher-student relationship, tension?, obsessive traits, Somewhat of a cliffhanger

author's note: Hello, it's been a while since I wrote anything, so bare with me. This has been a one shot that has been lingering in my brain and I'm excited for it to finally be out. Can we talk about how beautiful Tom Hughes is???? Italian Translation: Falena - Moth

Pansy caught up to you as you walked down the hallway, holding your books close to your chest. “Have you seen the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?” There was an eager tone in her voice, as if she was excited to share the news with you.

Looking over at her, you weren’t too excited, nor did you care about the professor, it was just another class to have to pass. You shook your head as you rolled your eyes. “I have not, nor do I care if there is a new professor.”

She smirked as she looked over at you, playfully bumping into you, which made you hold your books tighter. “You’ll change your mind once you see him.”

Walking into the classroom, you look around, trying to find the professor, but he is nowhere to be seen. Great impression for your first day, huh? You make your way to your seat, place your books on the desk, and take a seat, bringing your backpack onto your lap. You take out a notebook and a pen and set them down on the desk before putting your books away in your bag.

“Hello, class. My name is Professor Riddle, and I will be your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” He said in a deep, honeyed tone as he walked towards the front of the class.

You place your attention towards him, noticing all of his features. His black hair fell in short curls, his face was beautifully structured as if it were a statue, and his strong features fell into perfect places. His eyes were ever so calculating in a marine blue as they looked around the room.

His gaze ends up on you, with curiosity evident as he crosses his arms and tilts his head. Tom looked at you as if he was trying to figure you out, and somehow, something about you piqued his interest.

Though he quickly started teaching the class, he continued to steal glances at you throughout the entire hour, his gaze often lingering on you.

You weren’t stressed about your potion exam the next day, but you still wanted to be prepared if something unexpected happened.

As you review your notes on the latest potions being tested, your thoughts drift away. Suddenly, you find yourself daydreaming about Tom. You knew having these thoughts about him was wrong, but you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. His deep blue eyes and chiseled jawline left you breathless.

Trying to push these thoughts away, your mind kept reverting to how he said your name. It sounded like he was reading from a poetry book, with a hint of admiration and warmth in his voice.

Standing up from your desk, you feel the need to take a break and clear your mind. You make your way to the door of your dorm and start to head outside. The cool breeze hits your face, and you take a deep breath.

Walking towards the courtyard, you noticed someone sitting on one of the benches reading a book. You were intrigued by how they delicately put down the book as they pulled a cigarette box out of their pockets and put it in their mouth.

You couldn’t tell the features of this person, and you wondered if they were new or someone you had never seen before. As you walked towards them, his features became more apparent, and you noticed it was Tom.

Fuck

Out of all the people to approach, you are approaching the one person you have been trying to avoid having inappropriate thoughts about.

“Good evening, Miss.” he looks up at you, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and placing it between his index finger and middle finger as he notices you approaching him. “Did you need something?”

You shook your head as you held your hands together. “No, just wondering who was out here at these hours. I should get going- “

“I noticed you were struggling in today's class. I can tutor you so you can understand the material better,” he interrupted. He stood up and immediately towered over you. Looking up at him, you hadn’t noticed his height until he stood so close to you.

Him telling you that you were struggling made you upset. Why was he noticing that? Why didn’t he tell me he noticed that during class? All these thoughts were going through your mind as you furrowed your brows and gave him a crooked smile. “I wasn’t struggling,” you scoffed. "Don’t make assumptions about me if you don’t know me. Have a good evening,” you snapped at him as you began to walk away, crossing your arms together.

He started to follow you as he forcefully grabbed your arm, pulling you back and turning you to face him. “Don’t ever speak to me like that ever again.” That soft, honeyed tone disappeared as his voice turned harsh. His eyes narrowed as he tried to intimidate you, but you looked at him with a poker face.

You moved your arm away from his grasp. “What will you do? Fail me?”

“Precisely that,” he says, placing his hands in his coat pockets. A sinister smirk appears on his face.

Your eyes burned with frustration and anger as you stared at him silently. This wasn't how you envisioned your first out-of-class interaction with him. You had hoped for a more cordial and friendly exchange, but instead, you found yourself clenching your fists and biting your tongue.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you broke the silence and asked, "May I go now?" Your voice was cold and clipped, betraying the anger and disappointment that you felt.

He stepped closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you as he placed his middle finger underneath your chin with his index finger and thumb, tilting your head up, making you look at him as he smirked “You look so delicious when you are angry, Falena.”

“Fuck off, Riddle,” he harshly lets go of your face as he chuckles.

He starts to walk away from you and stops for a second. “I’ll see you around, Falena.”

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Over the course of the following weeks, you found yourself struggling in class. It seemed like Tom had it out for you, as he was particularly harsh towards you. He gave you assignments that were much more challenging, and he even tested you on spelling that most students had never even heard of before.

There were days when you would lay in bed, feeling thoroughly discouraged and wanting to skip class altogether. But you knew that if you did that, you would be giving him the satisfaction of winning whatever little game he had placed between you.

You had to recollect yourself before knocking on his office door. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on it. Surprised, he answered quickly, “I was expecting you.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you into the office, closing the door.

“I’m not staying long.” You rapidly moved your hand away from his as you crossed your arms together. “What the fuck is your problem? What are you trying to prove with all of the shit that you’ve been doing?” You sounded agitated as you stepped back as you wanted to keep your distance between you and him.

“You are my problem,” he snapped as he closed the gap between you two. “I don’t know what it is from the moment I saw you. You are all I think about. You have invaded every single sense of mine. Whatever you are doing, make it stop.” He looked desperate, wanting answers you could not give him.

Your eyes widen as you shake your head, looking at him confused. “That doesn’t mean you get to make my life a living hell.”

“You already make mine feel that way.”

You felt confused and angry. You wanted to open that door and run back to your dorm, close the door, and never get out. Instead, you stood there breathing the same air as the person who has made it difficult to be around.

He takes a deep breath as he places his hand on your cheek. His gaze softens as his thumb grazes over your cheek. “I shouldn’t be feeling this way towards you. But I can’t help it. You are just so perfect.” That honeyed, deep voice comes back, and geez, how addicting it is listening to it.

You placed your hand on top of his as you leaned into his cold touch. Closing your eyes, you realize something that made you pull his hand away from your face.

“We shouldn’t be doing, Tom,” you whispered as you looked up at him, biting your lip. You take a couple of steps back as you place your hand on the doorknob. You wanted him to stop you from leaving, so why was he standing there staring at you as if he was starved from a touch that he has been craving.

He reaches out for you but stops as he flexes his hand on the side of his leg. “Whether you like it or not, falena, you belong to me.”

“I belong to no one. Goodnight, Tom.” You turn around as you open the door, leaving his office before he can respond.

Walking back to your dorm, you could still feel his hand on your face, as if it were tattooed on your skin.

What did I get myself into? A sigh escapes your lips as you lay down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle one shot #tom riddle fic #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle x you #tom riddle x y/n #professor!riddle #harry potter fic #hp fanfic

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

“I promise moonlight I’ll always come back”

IM SCREAMING 😭

Moonlight

Summary: Your partner, Commander Mills, is being called away on a mission. One last snuggle before he leaves.

Word Count: 543

Tags: pet names (moonlight), fluff

Author’s Note: We don’t know anything about Commander Mills yet, but I’m taking the head canon from the trailer and running with it.

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Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck at 0800.

Mills groaned, pulling the pillow over his head. He didn’t want to leave on this particular mission. It was for too long, too far away, and he was leaving you behind.

You hated when he left. The vastness of space was too large to even comprehend with him gone. He grounded you, holding your feet on the ground when your anxiety threatened to drag you off into the atmosphere. He was your gravity, your north star, and without him the universe felt endless and empty. You rolled over, curling up against his bare, broad chest. “Don’t go…” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“I have to…you know that. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.” Mills kissed the top of your head, the rough scratch of his facial hair on your forehead sent goosebumps down your spine. “You know I’ll come right back to you. I always do.” Mills had commanded a ship for many years, he was good at his job. Meeting you, someone who needed softness and warmth, changed him. He often needed to remind himself that you were not his flight team - you didn’t need him as a disciplinarian, or a leader. You needed him as a partner, an equal. He relaxed his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. This wasn’t the time for Commander Mills. Just Mills.

“But..what if…” you look up at him, doe eyed, and before you can finish, he interrupts.

“No buts, moonlight. I will always come back to you.”

Mills reached over to the bedside table, fumbling for his watch. His hands were not made for delicate work, so you offered yours to assist him in putting on the timepiece, laying a gentle kiss at the clasp once you had finished. Your fingers danced between the freckles and moles that littered his chest like constellations. “Remind me again, when I miss you…where do I look?”

He chuckled, you were so strong and brave when you needed to be. Nothing made him happier than taking care of you, however. “Find the brightest star in the night sky, and then close your eyes. Even when your eyes are closed, you’ll still be able to see it. Just like how I’m always with you. And before long, I’ll return. I promise.” You sigh. You knew this. You’d gone through this routine with him numerous times.

Mills rolled out of bed, heading into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. You pulled the blankets up and around you, pulling the soft fabric to your nose. Your eyes fluttered closed, breathing in the scent of his sleeping form, committing it to memory.

Commander Mills, please report to the flight deck.

The sound of the intercom echoed in your ears. The bathroom door opened, revealing Mills in his uniform. He looked so handsome. Your eyes prickled with tears as you removed yourself from the warmth of the bedsheets, padding on bare feet over to him. On tiptoes, you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him, your lips pressing into his every ounce of faith you had in him returning to you.

“Promise me? One more time?”

“I promise you, moonlight. I’ll always come back to you.”

#adcu #adcu community #adcu fic #saynotoshityouhate #adam driver character universe #adam driver #commander mills #mills #65 #65 the movie #my wife wrote this you should read it

[agirlwhoisaphantom]

This is literally the cutest fic ever. Steven my baby boy🥺

OKAY so Moonknight.

Date Night with the boys. Steven is anxious, per usual, and Marc is confident and macho. How does your dinner date go?

Preferred (Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Reader)

Note: This could have been really cute and funny aaaaand yet I sort of got carried away with the angst 😇 Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,556

You chewed the sides of your nails anxiously as you waited for the train to arrive, the taste of hand sanitiser flooding your tongue and making you cringe at the bitter taste. You tucked your hands in your jacket pockets, tapping your feet and looking up at the arrivals board - 2 minutes.

Finally, the tube arrived, hot and sweaty from being underground you bustled into the carriage along with all the other commuters. You were promptly shoved into someone’s back in the rush, as they looked over their shoulder you flashed a look of apology at them. You were on your way over to Steven’s place and you couldn’t get out of your head, unaware of your surroundings as you daydreamed about seeing him.  

Your relationship was not the most conventional thing in existence, there were three of you but only two bodies. Not exactly the easiest thing to explain to your mum when she asks you about the new guy you’re seeing.

Steven and you had met on an after-hours night tour of the museum. He’d been helping out as a volunteer, you in attendance as a guest, and you’d gravitated towards him due to the happy enthusiastic sound of his voice, his beaming smile and the way he shyly bounced on his heels anytime anyone asked him a question. You had to be close to him, your face lit up when he paid attention to you and it was hard for him to ignore. So for the rest of the night he found a way to always end up near you, something that very quickly was noticed by you.

It was also pretty easy to see how he looked at you, admiring and like you were the best thing he’d ever seen. It was almost like he was… inexperienced, not aware that he should tone down his gawking just a little bit. But a man like that, so kind, intelligent and handsome couldn’t possibly be without attachment? He had to have someone waiting on him. Later you learned that was both true and false. You blushed when you caught him staring after you talked overly passionately about a specific exhibit, like he was stunned by you. You couldn’t remember the last someone had looked at you like that, if it had ever even happened.

Safe to say Steven Grant was the best first date you’d ever had, difficult at first cause you’d never had to be the forward one or the one making the moves. It was a new dynamic that you fell into quite easily, Steven was an easy one to want to be around and you found the more you coaxed him out of his shell the more wonderfulness you saw. He’d walked you home, all the way home in fact despite you insisting he didn’t have to get the tube 20 minutes out of his way just to get you home. But he’d insisted he was a gentleman, and as a reward for his romantic gesture you’d leaned in to kiss him as you both stood awkwardly outside your door.

As you’d leaned in he’d instantly started talking, rambling really, and you shied back suddenly hyper aware that he may not have wanted to kiss you. But when he saw the sad look on your face, he inwardly balked at himself.

“God I’m such a knob” he’d muttered under his breath, when you looked at his words he’d leant forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was messy and rushed but it still made something squirm happily inside you. His hand had rested on your shoulder, before cupping your face as he pulled back, “Sorry love” he blushed. You tilted your face down and kissed the palm of his hand, “Don’t ever be sorry for kissing me Steven”

Now 6 months in here you were, heading over for a dinner date night where Steven had insisted, he was going to cook for you. You weren’t even sure he knew how but the chance to spend time with him was always one you would take.

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You rapped your knuckles against the wooden door of Number 502. Playing anxiously with the hem of your jacket sleeve.

The door opened wide and Steven stood there, smile instant when he saw you. His eyes roamed down a little bit, spying the green dress you’d put on special, “Wow! Look at you” he gasped in awe.

“Shush” you teased, stepping into the flat, kissing him on the cheek as you passed. The warmth of his flat was always a welcome greeting to you, something about the jagged chaos felt more and more homely the longer you spent here.

He closed the door and followed you, “Nah… you look amazin’” he insisted.

“Well when you said dinner I wanted to make sure I dressed up a little bit you know?” you said, always admiring his ramshackle flat. It was lined with books and artifacts and you always felt like you found something new every time you laid eyes on the place. You didn’t know if that was more Marcs doing or Stevens; you often wondered who was more inclined to pull which books from the shelves and who was more likely to neatly put them away in their respective places or leave them strewn in wonky piles on the floor.

“Hey Gus” you whispered, tapping lightly on the glass on his tank.

Steven talked enthusiastically about his day as you walked slowly around the flat, shrugging off your jacket and laying it over the back of a chair.

You drifted towards his messy, unmade bed. A place you’d spent many nights, cosy and lustful memories flooded you at the sight. You smiled, fingers sliding cautiously over the cord wrapped around his bed post. Usually, he hid these when you came round, but your thoughts were pulled back to his stories of the day and you’d decided he mustn’t have had time.

“You know, you don’t have to hide your kinky side around me” you joked, eyeing the haphazardly hidden ankle cuff wrapped around his bed post.  

You heard him gasp sharply, “Shit!” he rushed to your side and frantically tucked them under the duvet, “I’m sorry I… shit! That… you know why… I just….”

Slipping your arms around his waist, and leaning your cheek against his back, you squeezed him to calm his panic, “I was joking Steven, it’s alright. I know exactly why”

He huffed an awkward laugh, “Right, yeah”

You squeezed him again and he turned in your arms, “Dinners ready” he added shyly, looking down at you.

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Dinner passed quickly and easily as you sailed through comfortable natural conversation; your tastebuds surprised at the culinary skills displayed on your plate this evening. As with most things you wondered if those were Steven’s memories or Marcs, sometimes the constant self-questioning filled you with anxiety. That you couldn’t just let something be without the voice in the back of your mind wondering.

That thought led you to asking about Marc, something you didn’t do often, but you hadn’t seen him in a while and you wondered if they were on good terms as of late.

Stevens face dropped and your heart leapt anxiously at the thought that he could be experiencing such a painful torment in falling out with someone who lived within him.

“I don’t want to talk about him with you” he said, voice quiet and reserved. You squinted in confusion, that wasn’t the response you were expecting.

You leaned your elbows on the table, watching his face intently, “Why not?”

“I don’t like talking to him about you so I guess… vice versa” he shrugged, avoiding your eyes, “Honestly, I don’t like him around you love, he makes me nervous. I just feel like he’s gunna take you from me or somethin’”

Your eyes went wide, “That’s not going to happen Steven” you replied plainly.

“I guess I just presumed you’d prefer him ya know?” Steven stood up from the table; you could feel tears stinging your eyes at the thought he felt that way. Always putting himself second, you learned over time that was a natural reaction for him because he wasn’t “the original” but he was real enough to you.

Your chest tightened with the anxiety that this was never going to be easy, something was always going to be ‘off’ about your relationship because you shared his mind with another. Another that was vastly different, lived a whole other life, was married. Your stomach twisted, heavy with food.  

“So, the less time he spends around you the better” he added, standing at your side momentarily.

You watched, a little dumbstruck, as he picked up the plates and took them to the sink. You stood up now, hands fidgeting in front of you as you tried to think of what to say.

“I don’t prefer him Steven” you replied plainly, “I don’t prefer him one bit”

Steven suddenly turned and followed you like a lost puppy as you anxiously paced, “But you like him, right? And that’s alright love, I get it! He’s handsome and… macho or somethin’ ya know? But just… you know… don’t fall in love with him or nothin’”

He tried to make his tone sound jokey but you could tell by the way his words shook that he was more than serious in his fear.

You sighed, toying with the pages of a book that was left out on the desk, “It’s complicated, you know that, but you’re the one I want. You’re the one I met! I don’t want to replace you with anyone but you can’t expect me not to have a connection with a person who is literally a part of you”

“Wait… wait!” Steven protested suddenly, you turned back to face him startled at his sudden panic and you watched, with recognition, the way his face changed.

“Hi Marc” you chuckled sadly; his grumpy furrowed brow always amused you. However, one evening not that long ago, you’d spent the evening with just Marc and you’d learned why he always seemed like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Steven had felt it would be better hearing it from Marc.

“So, you prefer the nerd huh?” Marc sat down on the bed as you shrugged in response. It was amazing the change in him, he looked more in control of his body, sure and steadfast. It was an air of confidence and comfortability Steven didn’t have, it was intimidating to you almost and you felt the energy in the room change around him. He smiled knowingly and patted the bed, asking you to sit with him. Plonking down next to him you avoided his eye contact.

“Nerds are more my type. Mercenaries tend to be the ones I avoid, you know, as a general rule” You dug your elbow into his side jovially and he sighed. Tucking his arm around your shoulders he pulled you into his body till your head rested on his shoulder, “This is complicated” you whispered sadly.

Even his body felt different to touch, like it became harder and more defensive against the world around him. Shoulders pulled back against the heaviness they felt, against the memories he built Steven shaped walls around.

“Yeah, it is” he said, he sounded deeply tired and it made your chest ache, “I guess I just wanted you to be able to say it to my face as well as his”

You peeked up at him, sitting up a little bit. You nodded in response, “Thank you, I had no idea it bothered him so much”

“I bother him” Marc said, it wasn’t a sad thought you could tell but one that seemed to make sense to him. Like he was resigned that now Steven knew the truth, Marc would always be an element of bitterness for him despite their reconciliation.

His face was the same in so many ways and different in so many others. What always struck you is the same ability you had to get lost in his eyes no matter who you found yourself talking too. Eyes that had seen the darkest things, things you couldn’t imagine, sometimes without even knowing it. You couldn’t imagine the torment it took to split yourself into multiple people, the fear or the pain it would take was a crushing thought. Lost in your thoughts you brushed a curl of his hair off his face, a gesture you often did with Steven, and instantly flinched back when he responded differently than Steven would. He titled just slightly away from your touch, for all intents and purposes you were being intimate with a married man and that sudden realisation buzzed harshly across your skin.

“Sorry” you rolled your eyes at yourself, chastising yourself. Marcs smile was small and reserved, “It’s alright, you care about him” he noted matter of factly.

There was a weighted silence for a minute or two, the two of you just wordlessly speaking as you looked into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t comfortable but it also wasn’t uncomfortable… it just was.

Marc was something different and every time he was here you were filled with a longing for Steven to come back and a simultaneous guilt towards Marc at the fact your brain, body and soul simply shut him out the minute you knew of his existence. A part of you cared for him, loved him in your own way, but he was more the friend that came along with the man you wanted rather than some kind of twisted love triangle.  

“Just remember, when you want a real man I’ll be right here” he tapped his temple and smirked cockily. You pushed at his chest rolling your eyes, “Stop that right now!”

He got up from the bed as you kept talking, “I like both of you but Stevens more… my type” You shrugged, Marc smiled and nodded. You saw Stevens face appear in the relaxation of Marcs, no longer harsh lines and furrowed brow. His eyes were wide and his bright smile instantly got wider when he saw you looking back at him.

“Really?” he asked, hands fidgeting at his sides. You stood up, stepping into the curve of his body, running your hands up his arms and giggling at the way he audibly gulped. Nodding you titled your chin up, inviting him to kiss you.

His lips were tentative, a shy kiss that relaxed as you brought your arms up around his shoulders. You hugged yourself too him, swaying into him as he relaxed and pulled you closer by your waist.

“You’re brilliant” you sighed happily into his lips, fingertips playing with the little curls at the back of his neck.

He smiled and kissed you once more, “Nah, you’re the brilliant one. You’re amazin’!” he gushed; cheeks topped with a soft pink at his brazen admittance.

Now you brushed the curl that fell onto his forehead back with confidence, cupping his face and kissing his lips again. Unable to hold back from showing him just how much you treasured him, to wash away the tiny voice of doubt.

Steven leant back and let his eyes roam across your face, eyebrows pulled up in amazement that you were here for him, “Thank you for letting me be the preferred one”  

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[agirlwhoisaphantom]

Letter for Charlie - Charlie Barber x Reader

summary: after a while that you had left Charlie, you wanted to write him a letter for him to have closure or maybe you wanted the closure?

word count: 1275

warnings: angst, mentions of an affair, secret relationship, not truly a happy ending

author's note: italics is the letter being written.

I wasn't sure how to start this, as this is a letter that I never planned on writing. I never thought that I would write a letter and send it to you in a small envelope with a 5-cent sticker in the corner. I didn't want to leave things the way they were either.

Hopefully, this brings you a bit of closure. I don't expect you to call me or look for me after reading this letter. This is just simply something that needed to be said on my part instead of just leaving things out in the air.

New York was supposed to be the place where I escaped, from the small little town I was in. I wanted to experience something new, make memories that I'm going to look back on when I'm 50, and it would be filled with laughter, love, and sometimes even trying to remember the memories of that one time that I blackout. Instead of being drunk by cherry on top whiskey. I was drunk in love with you. Every time I would look back at the memories that we had made in these past couple of months. A wave of emotions would be upon me. They were the most amazing, wonderful memories, but they were also heartbreaking.

I loved the way you treated me, you made me feel so loved, so cared for, if I were to ask for anything, no matter what the cost would be, you would not hesitate to give it to me in a snap of a finger. Whenever there would be days when I wanted to stay curled up in my bed, you were always there to keep me company. There was not a single day when I didn't feel loved in your presence.

Regardless of the nice things you would buy me, the kind words that would escape your lips, I was still your little secret that you wanted to keep hidden. I'm not blaming you for the way that I'm feeling. This is also my fault. I was messing around with a married man, and it should not take me by surprise that I would have been hidden from your wife. I'm not saying that I regret the time we spent together. I loved every minute, regardless of the situation. But I wanted more than what was being given. I wanted you to scream at the top of your lungs SHE IS MINE. I wanted you to hold my hand in front of others. I wanted people to know about us being together. Those were little girl dreams that were prone never to happen, nor expected to happen while we were together.

You were trying so hard to keep your tears in, not wanting tears to fall onto the paper that you were writing. As you continued to write the letter, tears started to run down your cheeks. Every little memory that you had with Charlie would flash before your eyes. They felt like it just had happened just yesterday and not months ago.

With every single tear that would roll down your cheek, you had to pause and get up from your comfortable couch to take a walk to distract yourself. Even though you kept thinking about what you wanted to write next during that walk. With the amount of writing you had been doing, it felt like you were rambling. Also, you needed to close a chapter that was supposed to end a long time ago.

You didn't want to finish the letter. You wanted to rip it up into small little pieces and burn it, not let him read it. You kept telling yourself that he shouldn't know about how you felt during that relationship. Deep down, you were also writing this letter because you needed closure. You go back to the couch you were sitting on and pick up the paper and pen again. You pressed the pen onto the paper, spacing out again, not knowing how to continue where you left off. You let the pen linger, and it left a small black dot on the paper.

Someone that had something very similar. When it comes to Exit Ghost, I'm aware that I brought in a fresh perspective and new experiences to the plays that you brought to life. You craved for a person who had a similar point of view. Getting that internship there was the best thing that had ever happened to me in a while. Not even a week after being there, I already felt like I was part of a family. I was welcomed there immediately. I was never left out of any conversation, event, or even inside jokes. Only being there for a couple of days, it had already felt like I had been there for years. I will always hold onto the memories that I have made in that theater. I loved working there, from the plays that I would help put my input into the people that made it worth it waking up at seven in the morning. I would like to believe that I almost stayed because of the people.

 The reason why I didn't stay was that I wouldn't be able to bare seeing you. I think that being your dirty little secret got to me. I didn't like being in it anymore. It was not something that I deserved, even though there would be moments where you have told me where you gave me everything that I ever wanted, but you didn't. I don't think you ever knew what I wanted, which was completely okay. I didn't expect you to know what I wanted. I deserved better than that, so I left without telling anyone but mainly you.

You got tired of writing; your hand felt like it would fall off. The tears that were running down your cheek finally dried up. No matter where the letter ended, it never felt complete. You didn't know what else to add to it.

Folding the letter and putting it in an envelope made you unsure about sending it. It felt like you had just opened a door that would never close if you were to send this letter to Charlie. It had been weeks since you stopped going to Exit Ghost and blocked his number. It felt pointless for you to send him a letter after a while of not speaking to him. You thought he would understand, but deep down, you knew that he would not, especially since you left without saying a word.

You placed the envelope on the kitchen counter. At the same time, you debated whether to send it or not. At least it was written now, right? All those bottled up feelings were now on a piece of paper that might get sent off to Charlie. It helped you understand how you felt towards him and what had happened.

Putting on your favorite comfort show, "The Office," you space out, not wanting to focus on the emotions that you had just spilled. When you start to think about how you are Charlie met. Regardless of the age gap between you two, you two instantly clicked. You two could talk to each other about anything and would understand what was being said. As if you and he were two peas in a pot.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear that you have received a message. You looked at your phone and noticed the unknown number.

[phone]: Hello

[phone]: This is Charlie. I got a new number, and I have been thinking about you, and I think we should talk.

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Journey to 500 Followers!!

Hi everyone and all newcomers 😊

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Moonlight - Adam Sackler x Reader

Chapter 3: Wildest Dreams

Author's Note: I truly apologize that it took me months to finally get this out.

Warnings: None, Just Fluff

Word Count: 2145

Chapter One, Chapter Two

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Adam paces back and forth in his apartment as he holds onto his flip phone with your contact information on the screen.

He felt nervous to call you, even send you a message. He wanted to ask you on a date, but he didn't know how to word it. Every outcome that he had in his head would usually end up with you laughing at him and saying no.

He was nervous somehow to ask you. This was different than asking you what food you would like to eat or if you wanted to grab some coffee.

He looks at his phone, stares at your number, takes a deep breath, and decides to call you. His heart was racing. It felt like his heart could burst out of his chest every time he heard it ring.

It went straight to voicemail, and he felt more relieved.

"Hi, this is Adam... Sackler... I don't know why I just told you who I am because you know who I am." His voice was slightly winded and a bit nervous as it trembled. "I thought that I should... uh... call you, so here I am... in your voicemail box ha... Ummm, I thought that we should go out sometime. I like looking at you cause... uh, I'm a creep, and I... Fuck" he whispered to himself and noticed how long it had been that he was on the phone "can you just call me so we can talk, adios." he ended the call and threw his phone onto the couch as he was cursing to himself.

You go to your room, grabbing your phone, noticing that you had a missed call and a voice message. You didn't know you were receiving a call as you were making lunch.

Listening to the voice message, you smiled just hearing his voice. Calling him right back, you didn't expect him to pick up the phone right away. "Hey Adam Sackler," you said teasingly as you softly giggled.

Adam stayed quietly for a couple of seconds as he was nervous "hello kid, I didn't think you would call me this soon." There were hammering sounds in the background.

"I was making lunch, but I'm all yours now." you went back to the kitchen as you turned off the stove.

He steps down from the wooden plank onto the floor. "I thought we should go to dinner tonight?" he said while walking around his living room as his heart was palpating fast, scratching the back of his head.

You placed him on speaker as you grabbed a plate, setting it down on the counter "are you asking me out on a date? cause if you are, I would love to go, Adam Sackler." there was a bit of enthusiastic tone on your voice.

He sighs in relief as he wasn't expecting that answer, especially after the voicemail that he left you. "How does 5 pm sound?" he scratches the back of his head as he believes that at any moment, you can say no and never talk to him again.

"Yes, 5 pm sounds perfect. Send me the address, and I'll meet you over there." you smiled as you looked at Adam's picture on your phone.

A small quiet "yes" escaped his lips as he was excited. "I'll send it to you. I'll be looking for you once I get there." he hangs up the phone before he decides to say anything else that he might regret later.

You shook your head as you softly giggled to yourself as you began to eat the small portion of food that you served yourself.

You couldn't stop thinking about what you were going to wear, what perfume you would use, what shoes, and the list could go on. The more you thought about meeting him at the restaurant. Your heart would skip and beat.

The emotions that you would have would be all over the place. One second you were excited, and the other, you would be nervous.

As your thoughts were going all over the place, your food got cold, and you lost appetite. You grabbed your plate and got up, placing the food inside the microwave to eat later.

Walking into your room, you go towards your closet and grab different outfits. One of them was a black off-the-shoulder dress that didn't hug your curves but showed them and silver belt and black heels. The other outfit was a short red pencil skirt that was skin-tight and a dark gray plain shirt.

As you were trying them on, you couldn't stop imagining the way that he would react.

You ended up going with the first outfit as it was almost time for you to leave for the station to be on time for the date.

Grabbing your curler and makeup, you start getting ready. You did soft curls with a soft makeup look not to exaggerate, but if someone were to look at you, they would notice that you were wearing makeup.

As you grab your bag to leave the house, you stumble onto Amelia. "Where are you going looking like that?" Her eyes were moving up and down your body noticing how nicely you were dressed.

Holding your hands together, twiddling with your thumbs, "Adam finally asked me on a date." There was a smile on your face as you relaxed, walking towards the door placing your hand onto the doorknob.

"I'm so happy for you. I hope you have fun. You deserve it." there was a bit of excitement in Amelia's voice as her smile dropped. "You have your location on, right?" she looks at you as she pulls out her phone and points to her black-out screen. She has a serious look on her face with one eyebrow perked up.

"You've known Adam for the past couple of weeks. There's nothing to worry about." you nodded as you grabbed your phone and turned on your location to where only Amelia could see your location.

She softly laughed as she went to sit down on the couch, turning on the tv. "Just making sure you get safe to the place that you need."

You take a deep breath as you walk out of the door and lock the door before leaving the complex. As you walked to the place that Adam told you to go to. You could feel your heart race. You were unsure if you were nervous or excited.

Adam got to the restaurant way earlier than you, as he was feeling excited yet a bit scared in a way. In the back of his mind, he didn't like how he asked you on this date either. This is the first time he has asked someone on a date in a long time.

Watching you enter the restaurant with the dress that you picked, the way that you decided to do your hair and makeup. He stood up and felt in awe, wanting to let you know where he was.

All the nervousness he was having went away the moment he saw you. It had only been a couple of weeks that he had known you, and you already had such a huge impact on him.

Looking around the restaurant, it didn't take you minutes to find him. He was the only person standing up. Also, his height made him stand out.

While you were walking towards the table, Adam's eyes couldn't come off your face. He didn't want to focus on anything else besides how the light reflected on your eyes, the smile you had, the way you curled your hair. Everything went into a blur as his focus was only set on you. Every noise around him went silent as if it was only you and him in the room.

Getting close to him, you felt nothing but pure happiness and ease. You were nervous for no reason. He grabs your hand and kisses the back of your hand as he walks towards your chair, pulling it for you to sit down. You take a seat, and he pushes your chair in and goes over to his side, sitting down "did you get here alright? I hope my directions were clear enough for you," he said as he looked over at you moving the candle that was in the middle to the side to have a better view of you.

"Surprisingly, the directions were clear enough for me." small smile appeared on your face.

Looking at the menu, you couldn't help but peep over and look at him. Your eyes wandered all over him, observing the way his hair was fluffed out yet so groomed, the way that the denim shirt he was wearing would define his broad shoulders.

Adam looks over at you, making eye contact with you for a second before setting your attention on the menu "liking the view so far?" he said in a playing tone, breaking your inner thoughts.

Rolling your eyes, you let out a soft chuckle "yes, the view is quite enjoyable this evening." a smirk appeared on your face setting your menu down as you already knew what you were going to order.

He copied the same motions you made "I was worried that you wouldn't like it. It's not as fancy." he grabbed his glass that was filled with water and took a couple of sips from it.

"You could have asked me out to go to a Mcdonald's, and I still would have said yes." You placed your hand on top of his, resting on the table. "I am enjoying this time with you." there was a genuine smile on your face.

There were shared laughs between the two of you throughout dinner with Adam. Got to know more about him, and he got to know more about you. You both shared stories about one another, shared the goals that you both want to accomplish.

As soon as you both were done with your plates, Adam paid and left a tip for the waiter.

You wrapped your arms around his bicep as you two were walking around town to your apartment complex.

Once again, there wasn't any silence between the two. You didn't let that happen, neither did Adam. If there were to be silence, it wasn't awkward. It was more of a comfortability.

As if you two were comfortable around each other enough to let the silence linger for a bit.

But that silence never lasted because there was the endless topic of conversations that you two would have.

Getting inside of your apartment. You've noticed that Amelia wasn't home since the light of her room was turned off, and her keys weren't on the key hanger. Adam stood in front of you as he held your hand, tangling his hand with yours. "Seems as if you have arrived at your destination safe and sound, m'lady."

While standing remarkably close to one another, Adam couldn't stop himself from running his gaze across your body, lingering for a moment on your lips, before returning to initiate prolonged, intense eye contact.

He slowly reaches his hand out to catch that one loose strand of hair that was in from of your face and tucking it gently and securely behind your ear, letting the touch linger for a while. Slowly sliding his hand, cupping your cheek in his hand, the sender slowly glides his thumb across your cheekbone in a tender, sweeping caress.

Adam leans down, pressing his lips against yours. That gentle kiss shared between the two grew to be more passionate, wrapping your arms around his neck as he let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

He bends down ever so slightly, placing both of his hands on your thighs, picking you up as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, reassuring you that you weren't going to fall.

The kiss grew to be needy and messier as he walked towards your bedroom. Placing a hand on the back of your head, he sets you down onto the bed. He was towering over you as you were beneath him.

You pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch your breath. "can we just do this?" you said softly in between your breathes hoping that this didn't change the mood.

"Yes, if this is all you want to do. I'm okay with it." He looked at you with a kind smile.

You look away for a bit as you feel like you had ruined the moment when you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head towards him, making eye contact with you. "It's okay if you aren't ready. As long as it's with you, I'm willing to wait for as long as you want me to."

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The Neighbours - Chapter 7 (Adam Sackler x Plussize!reader)

Summary: You move into a new neighbourhood, new apartment building and straight into a new life. On your first arrival into this new world you’re greeted by a man that will make more of an impression that you ever could have expected.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Note: Sorry it took me so long to get a new chapter of this out!!

CHAPTER 6 - Never Easy

Words: 929

Warnings: Angst

Something was different. You were bordering on six months of the two of you being together in… whatever this little relationship actually was.

One thought had been swimming around in your head for while, anxiety that wound its way around your chest and crushed you whenever you were alone. You had tried forget, tried to relax. You hated yourself every time it came into your head, couldn’t you just be… calm? For once in your life couldn’t something good just happen without you overthinking it?

“Hey can I ask you something?” you whispered into the darkness, chest immediately tightening from the very fact you were speaking this out loud. It couldn’t be ignored any longer, you’d go insane. You got a sleepy affirmative sound from him in response.

You took a deep breath, tried to take a second to think about what to say. You’d thought it over so much for weeks that the words all just blurred into one by this point. The deep beat of your heart felt like it was hammering against your chest.

“Are you getting bored of me?” despite the fact you said it with a slight laugh you instantly regretted the words as they fell out of your stupid mouth. Your pulse was thick and fast, aching in the veins of your neck and temples.

He sat up looking at you, “What?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know, something feels different. Like… not as…ummm wild.”

The words made you want to be sick; you curled your knees up to your chest shuffling so you sat up against the pillows with the duvet tucked under your chin. Suddenly with a thump of his hand he turned on the lamp at your bedside. His eyebrows were furrowed and if you didn’t know any better he looked angry.

That regret came back ten-fold when he sighed with low-set eyes, “I didn’t realise I was disappointing you or whatever”

“I never said that! I just wanted to talk about this… about us. You told me to tell you if I doubt anytime. Something felt different lately and I just wanted to discuss it or whatever. You know this isn’t easy for me, sorry I’m not good at this. I could have worded that better”

His shoulders tensed and he stood up out of bed, scrambling for his clothes. He wasn’t speaking and the silence felt devastating, you could have worded it better but he didn’t want to word it at all.

You sat up more, protesting as he searched for his clothes, “Don’t go, I just want to talk”

His tone was agitated and you instantly knew you’d done the wrong thing, “Is that what we are now? Are we the ‘where are we’ people?”

You had no idea what he was saying but panic was building as he tugged his shirt on.

“Sex seems like it feels different to you, that’s all. That’s not a bad thing I just… we’ve never talked about this” you stumbled over your words, desperate to keep him from leaving as he buttoned his jeans.

He stammered a little, hands flailing in front of him but he made no actually words. Pulling the covers up over your chest, suddenly self concious, you shuffled uncomfortably.

“Forget I said anything” you whispered.

He took a deep breath, “Sex is.. was… whatever… sex is what keeps me from drinking – you know that. It’s a good distraction, so I fucked women I met in bars or at work or…”

“…From across the hall” you cut in.

He looked up at you, “No. No that’s not what I meant”

“It’s ok Adam” you laughed incredulously, “I get it. It’s ok”

“No, we’re different. We’re…. us”

You rolled your eyes, trying to look away from him to fight the tears that were welling, “What does that even mean?”

“Uughhh! I don’t fucking know!”

He paced back and forth at the end of the bed, hands running roughly through his hair. One tear dripped down your cheek and you brushed it away instantly, looking up at the ceiling and blinking frantically.

��I don’t know what we are” he said, sitting down on the end of the bed with a thud, “Are we just fucking, are you my…girlfriend? I don’t fucking know kid”

A deep pit sat in your chest and the words came out before you even thought them through, “Maybe we’re nothing”

“What?”

“Maybe we’re nothing Adam. Maybe that’s why you’re struggling so badly to figure this shit out, maybe it’s cause we’re nothing?”

It was like he stopped breathing, still sitting on the end of the bed but not looking at you, as everything went still, “Yeah maybe we are”

Neither of you said anything as he statement sank in. You opened your mouth to speak but he stood, still not looking at you. He fidgeted in place for a second or two before making his way towards the door. He opened it but paused, you hoped he was thinking of staying. You were wrong.

His next words made you feel sick to your stomach, “I thought you were happy but maybe you’re right, nothing is ever easy with you”

Without another word he left, you could speak as silent tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. Silent tears quickly morphed into choked back sobs. Your chest tightened as you held him grunt his way into his shoes, pick up his bag that you knew he’d left by the door and then the sound of the door slamming was the final word.

Just like that he was gone.

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The Last Time (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Summary: Matt was doing it again, trying to force you away under the guise of trying to protect you. But this time, will he succeed?

Words: 1,722

Once again Matt had rolled into the apartment, bruised and sliced open. You crouched at his feet as he lay sprawled out on the couch in his usual black underwear, you dabbed and stitched at the wounds in silence. Eyes focused on your work, so much so that you missed the entire internal conversation he was having that was displayed all over his face.

“You need to leave” he said bluntly. At first you didn’t look up, finishing up your cleaning job on one oozing wound, but then your brain registered his words and your eyes snapped up to his face.

You sat back on your haunches, “What?”

“You shouldn’t be here” he said, pushing himself to sit up with a pained groan, “Being around me is too dangerous right now. Just… can you go?”

Everything in you screamed, every fiber of your being begged him not to put you through this conversation again. You rolled your eyes, “Oh don’t give me your self-righteous bullshit Matt” you scoffed trying to brush it off. You’d been here before.

Pushing himself to his feet he staggered towards the kitchen. You couldn’t believe he was trying it again. Both of you had done this too many times, you were tired of having to explain yourself. Tired of having to defend yourself against his way of doing things.

“Please angel, can you just…” he sighed without finishing his sentence, hands balled up at his sides.

Every time before now you had cried, begged and talked softly to him to bend him back round to staying with you, or more allowing you to stay.

But not this time, this time something bubbled up from your toes. You were exhausted and the filter of your anger dropped with a thud.

“You do not get to check out!” you shouted, volume slowly rising as he walked away from you, “YOU DO NOT GET TO CHECK OUT! NOT ON ME!”

The pause in his step gave you free reign to continue, “You can do that shit to Foggy, to Karen, even to God if you want! But you do not get to do that to me”

The second sigh he let out cut you like a dagger, he sounded tired too and right now you were too angry to let him be this way. His face was drawn down, dark circles under his eyes and a healing scar across his cheekbone. He was weary but so were you.

“You will not… I will not allow you to waltz into my life and give me everything, make me care, make me love you and then just walk away” your breath hurtled out of you as you spoke, words desperate to reach him, “You don’t get to walk away like you’re the only person who gets to decide!”

He began to speak, “But I-“ and you cut him off with a growl of anger.

“You’re not the only one who gets the right to decide what matters Matt Murdock! Fuck you!”

Your chest heaved under the weight of your breath, panting and feeling like you couldn’t stand still. You fumbled on the spot, running your hands through your hair.

As he spoke your stomach lurched in response, “You should go”

“Fuck, Matt! Why?”

His reply was simple and blunt, “You know why”

His back was turned to you and you could feel your face getting hot as the tears start to drip. It felt like your body was vibrating as you tried to hold yourself together.

“You’re my life” you sobbed, fingers playing over themselves in fear, “You’re everything, I’d give everything – anything! Please”

“And you are mine!” he shouted back, face screwed up to fight back against the emotions threatening to spill out of him, “But I put you in danger. I’m tired of being scared, it’s dangerous for me to always have my mind on you. Someone is always going to be after you if they even remotely suspect you’re tied to me. What if someone sees you? What if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time? I can’t risk you”

Matt turned away from you and walked towards the kitchen. Your blurred eyes followed him, brain scrambling to think of what to say. This time felt different you noticed; he was more resigned to the idea. Your panic set in. This time he meant it; he was leaving. Or more accurately, you were being asked to leave him.

“When you’re gone they’ll still come after me” he stopped at your words, turning his head towards you, “You haven’t realized that have you? Walking away puts me in more danger cause you won’t be around to know when they do. They won’t know you don’t love me anymore- “

He goes to cut you off but you talk over him, “- they won’t know you’re gone Matt. They’ll still think I mean something to you no matter how much distance you try and put between us so either way I’m fucked! I chose that! I chose you”

“But you didn’t know when you did that!” he insisted, slamming his fist down on the counter top, “You didn’t know. You chose Matt Murdock the lawyer, you didn’t choose all this”

“I stayed when I knew about the mask, when I saw the suit. That was me making a choice. I stayed Matt, something no one else has ever done right? I get it, it fucking hurts. Elektra, Stick, Foggy, Karen they all left. But I didn’t! Don’t you see, it doesn’t matter who you are or what you do I will always choose you!”

You took a deep breath, trying to still the way your body vibrated with adrenaline. You couldn’t let this chappen; you couldn’t let him do this.

“I’m the only one that can tolerate your self-important nonsense, the only one who endures you pushing people away and then blaming them” you spat.

There was a split-second pause, a silence so heavy you felt it hit you. His voice was quiet when he spoke, although he tucked his chin down to hide his face you could tell by the way his voice broke that he was crying, “I don’t do that”

“Yes you do Matt! For fucks sake! You push people out, giving them every reason they should leave you, putting the words into their fucking mouths - reminding them time and time again that they shouldn’t be around you. You force them out, blame them and then you use that as an excuse to prove the theory that everyone leaves you”

Suddenly his sobs echoed, but you didn’t go to him. You knew if you reached out to him, if you held him, he wouldn’t hear you. You’d crumble under your need to protect him.

You sighed, “But… if you don’t love me then I’ll go. I won’t stick around for someone who doesn’t want me anymore but I don’t think that’s why you’re doing this. I really don’t want to believe that”

There was another pause, you waited and he said nothing. You stepped closer to him and he flinched away from you.

“I’m going to ask you this once Matt” you said, “Do you love me?”

Another pause, this time it felt like it lasted years. Your chest heaved under your panic, why wasn’t he saying anything? Why wasn’t he jumping at the chance to convince you that he loved you no matter what?

He walked back from the kitchen without a word, as he passed you, he didn’t even look at you. But just as he stepped passed where you were standing, he spoke.

“I don’t love you anymore” he lied. The lie was evident in the strained tone of his words but he kept his face steely and resolute. You both knew this plain as day and it hung in the air but your pained scoff let it come crashing down. There was a beat of silence but your emotion erupted.

“Fuck you!” you screamed; it wasn’t anger it was pain. Complete and total heartbreak that rattled through your body and split you apart. Then the anger came, you lashed out and sent a vase from the side flying until it hit the wall and smashed. Crackled pieces of pottery scattered across the ground; the heavy stillness that followed was only cut by your sobs.

Matt didn’t even flinch, he just sat on the couch with his head bowed. His hands fidgeted in his lap like they always did when he was uncomfortable.

“Fine, lets do this your way” you seethed, you yanked your keys out of your coat pocket and freed the key to his apartment from the ring. You threw it on the ground, watching it skid till it stopped against his foot, “You take that back. Lose my number, don’t call me. Don’t come over. Don’t even think my name again. You want to do this Matt, then you really do it. Don’t come looking for me when you need someone to pick up the pieces, I’m done”

“Angel-“

Your tone was low and dangerous, “Don’t you fucking dare” you growled, “You want to be alone in this world Matt? Then remember that’s a decision YOU made, no one else”

Gathering up your things you turned without another word. If he could be done so easily then so could you. Like a teenager you slammed the door behind you as you left, running down the stairs of his building as you gasped back breaths to stop yourself from crying anymore.

With every step your brain tortured you with flashes of everything you were walking away from. Every word, every smile, every sleep-deprived inside joke.

Fittingly you could here the rain pouring as you neared the door to the building, you passed someone collecting their mail as quickly as you could avoiding their eye contact.

You stepped out onto the sidewalk and let the door drop shut behind you, avoiding the few pedestrians that hurried about in the pouring rain. You wrestled your phone out of your back pocket and dialed a number.

“You ok?” the voice on the end immediately answered. You began to sob, hard. Everything came crashing down, that really happened. Words failed you for a few seconds as the soft voice on the other end asked frantic panicked questions.

“He did it again Foggy” you replied brokenly, “He’s done it again”

A heavy knowing sigh answered, “I’ll come get you”

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Asking for a friend 🤷🏻‍♀️

Jk it’s me… I’m asking for me.

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Not to sound too slutty but I'd play with your hair and listen to your problems.

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breathe - bucky barnes x reader

summary: It's one of those days where all you want to do is curl up in bed and do nothing, but Bucky is there to always comfort and take care of you.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: talks about depression, not eating/drinking water, somewhat negative thoughts

10:35 AM

It has been an hour and a half that you have already woken up. You didn’t want to get up; you didn’t want to leave the comfort of the pillows that surrounded you, nor the warmth that the duvet brought you.

You were looking up into the ceiling, with no thoughts running through your head, just looking at it as if something was going to change.

A few hours earlier, Bucky had gotten up for a meeting that he needed to go to. He didn’t want to go since you weren’t going to be part of it.

Whenever he needed to leave your side in the morning, he would wake up 30 minutes earlier to hold you in his arms for a little bit longer. Even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to spend more time with you.

His morning routine would include making you a hot cup of coffee to wake up to. He would write you notes on sticky notes. He sets them next to your mug on the nightstand.

He would sit on the edge of the bed and cup your cheek, tucking any random pieces of strands on your face behind your ear and pressing his lips against your forehead, giving you a small quick kiss before leaving your side.

11:02 AM

Looking at the time, it felt as it was going slow. Every ten minutes felt like an hour. You finally build the courage to sit up and lean against a pile of pillows on your back.

Grabbing the cold cup of coffee that Bucky had prepared for you. Taking a couple of sips of the coffee, you felt guilty for not drinking it when it was warm.

Grabbing the note that he left you, you read it, and a smile showed up on your face.

‘Good morning, Doll. This is just a little reminder that you are a rockstar and can conquer anything you put your heart on. See you later. I love you – Bucky’

You held that tiny little piece of paper near your chest where your heart was located.

Once you were done holding it, you leaned over to your nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a box full of notes that Bucky had written for you throughout a couple of months that you two had lived together. You take them out reading a couple, noticing his slopping handwriting and his messed-up drawn hearts. But you loved each one of those small notes.

12:16 PM

Reading the notes gave you a bit of energy to do things. But not enough for you to want to get out of bed and do those said things.

A strong feeling pulled you towards the bed as if it wanted you to sink into it and never leave. You grabbed your laptop underneath the bed, put on your comfort show, and watched it.

You continued to drink the cold coffee, hoping it would give you the energy to get up. But it didn’t.

After finishing the coffee, you set it back down onto the nightstand and went back to laying down. Continuing watching the show, letting your body sink into the comforter, you went ahead and grabbed the pillow and hugged it, letting the scent of him invade your senses.

A couple of minutes later, your stomach started to rumble to indicate that you were hungry and that your body needed food. As much as you wanted to get up and grab something to eat, you didn’t want to put that energy into doing that. Besides that, you weren’t craving anything, and having to go downstairs to make something to eat didn’t sound appealing.

2:56 PM

You started to feel that you were getting a headache; maybe it was the lack of food, water, or the fact that you had been staring at a screen for hours. But having that headache didn’t help you and your lack of motivation to get out of bed.

Letting out a soft groan as you heard your phone ring, the last thing that you wanted to do was to talk to anyone. Especially if they brought up ‘what’s wrong,’ you didn’t know what was going on in your mind or didn’t know how to explain it.

You didn’t even look at the name that was calling you. You just answered the call. Your thoughts started to race. ‘You shouldn’t have answered; you should have let it go to voicemail. If it were urgent, they would call twice’ as you let the silence linger.

“Hello, Doll,” Bucky said, breaking the silence and your thoughts. “I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be home in about an hour or less. I miss you.” He said in a soft voice as if he wasn’t supposed to be on a call but did it either way: loud talkative conversation, elevator beeps, and footsteps against the concrete floor.

Hearing his voice brought you comfort; just listening to him speak made those negative voices go away. There was a little bit of silence after he last spoke. He didn’t mind the silence; it was like he already knew what was going on without any word leaving your lips. “I miss you too, love.” There was a hint of tiredness in your voice as if you were slowly falling asleep, but you weren’t.

“How does it sound if I cook dinner tonight and we’ll watch that movie you like to sing along to. Encanto? Is it?” the noises from the background got quieter as he were to walk to somewhere where there weren’t a lot of people.

A small chuckle escaped your lips “would you be cooking mac and cheese? I mean, it’s the only thing that you can do without burning the house down.” You giggled a bit as you sat back up but now sitting on the edge of the bed, pausing the show. “Yes, it is Encanto.”

He chuckled for a couple of seconds “well, you can always teach me other plates, and you can supervise me.”

“Will do, sergeant” you finally got the courage to get up and walk around the room. “Is it okay for you to stay on the phone in the meantime? If not, it’s okay. I would understand.” There was a slight pitch in your voice. You didn’t want to seem like a bother to him if he had things to do.

“Yeah, I can stay. There isn’t much to do anyway. I’m just walking around reading some paperwork. That I might bring home, that reminds me, I’ll be there in about 15 minutes. I’m bored out of my mind, and I want to hold my girl.”

Your heart skipped a beat; it always did whenever he would refer you as his girl.

You could already hear him leave the facility, enter his car, and turn it on.

While he was driving home, you had the motivation to brush your teeth, brush your hair, semi-doing your skincare routine. Something about having his company helped you get out of bed and just hearing his voice, knowing that he is there. It helped your mind go at ease; you didn’t know what it was about him that made you feel this way. But you were grateful for it.

Whenever there was a song playing on the stereo, you would sing it word by word, regardless of the sound of your pitch. He would occasionally join in but mainly want to listen to your voice.

By the sound of his car, you had already known that he was home.

You hung up the phone and immediately went downstairs, noticing that he had closed the door.

Turning around, he noticed that you were running towards him and picked you up, letting your arms wrap around his shoulders and your legs around his waist “hey, are you okay?” he said softly, nearly as a whisper as he held you, not letting you fall.

You nodded as you held on tight as he started to walk towards the couch sitting down.

He began to run his hand down your back, softly rubbing circles around your back and tracing your spine with his fingertips.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Laying your head onto his shoulder, you took a deep breath. You wanted to make sure you knew what you would talk about and not just start rambling about random things. Not that he wouldn’t mind if you did go into a whole vent.

“I’m not sure what’s wrong, Bucky. I just feel down. I don’t feel sad. I just feel bleh. It was hard getting up from bed; I wanted to let the bed consume me. My head feels like it will explode. I haven’t eaten all day nor drank water. I know you might get upset that I didn’t take care of myself while you were gone, but today was hard on me, and I don’t know why my brain was mean to me. “

He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you close to him. “I’m not upset with you, Doll. I understand and know that there will be days when it will be hard for you to do simple things. Even getting up to come and see me, you are doing baby steps.” He kisses your forehead as he starts to run his fingers through your hair. “and I’m proud of you for taking them. It’s okay sometimes not to know what is wrong and why you are feeling down without reason.”

All you wanted to do was listen to him speak. He always knew what to tell you as if he was reading your mind.

“I’ll always be here to comfort you and reassure you. You aren’t alone, Doll. I’ll always be here to take care of you. We are a team. Whatever you are going through, we will do It together. You aren’t alone. I’m here for you. One step at a time, you got this.”

Your eyes started to water. You didn’t want to cry. He was always so considerate, never pushy on wanting to know what was going on in your mind—always being an ear whenever you wanted to talk about them. Even when he didn’t know what to say most of the time, he was still there.

“Thank you; you have no idea how much I appreciate you.”

You held onto him, letting the silence surround the room as you let your nerves calm down.

Getting off his lap, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen. “Now, Mr. Barnes, you promised me that you were going to make your infamous mac and cheese. And we’ll watch Encanto, so get going, lover boy.” You said in a teasing voice as you sat on the stool, watching him prepare the food.

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