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satorisoup · 11 days

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𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 𝓐𝓖𝓐𝓘𝓝 . . .

𝓈𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈 — satoru finds himself reminiscing on all of the fond memories he had of you, right until the very end.

𝒸𝓌 : 2.9k words. bittersweet. grief. angst. sickness & death. childhood best friends to lovers. mentions of children. noncurse! au.

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 — this was my piece for @saelique’s angst collab !! also my first time writing angst :0 | @omitea @steleir

satoru recalls the time he met you at your neighborhood park, the one your mom would take you to every tuesday. playing in the sandbox, dolls and castle shaped molds carved into the warm grains. dusty knees that dug into the sand as you played, laughing and giggling to yourself. and when he bounced his way over to you with a pep in his step, he remembers you asking,

“ do you wanna play, too ? ”

he remembers his surprise at your question, falling into the sand with a thud as you broke out into a childs laughter at the pout on his face. he played with you until he heard the call of your name from your mother, face forming into a sad frown knowing you had to leave your new friend behind.

“ it’s okay, we can play next time ! ”

he could never forget the wide smile that replaced the tears that were forming in your eyes, waving goodbye at his promise to play in the sandbox again.

———

satoru muses his excitement when he found out you moved to the same street, just a few houses down. the feeling of the warm sun beating down on his bare skin, grass tickling the bottoms of his feet as he ran in your backyard through the sprinklers. you had a frilly swimsuit and popsicle stained mouth as you giggled and ran through the water once more.

he remembers how sometimes you couldn’t pronounce your r’s just right, so when you yelled out his name in retaliation after he pushed you into the cold sprinkler, all that would come out was a loud and precious,

“ s’towu ! ”

he remembers his gross grape flavored otterpop in the summer heat, because he knew you wanted the cherry one.

———

satoru reminisces on your first day of middle school together, bow ties and uncomfortable uniforms that were just a bit too big on you.

he remembers how you used to get bullied, vowing to protect you against the “ meanie’s ” that picked on you at recess. he remembers the soft hug you gave him as you thanked him for helping you, incoherent babbles that spilled into his chest resounding of a grateful,

“ thank you, toru’ ! ”

he remembers sitting down at the round lunch tables to eat food with you, reluctantly sharing his lunchable he begged for at the store with you because he knew you would ask for a bite anyway.

———

satoru recalls when you two were in highschool, seemingly growing up together into adults. he remembers meeting his best friends, but they could never truly compare to the bond you two had.

he remembers how you made a new clique of girlfriends, sitting with them at lunch and playfully shooing satoru away when he’d try to sit down and join the gossip at the girls table.

he remembers the neatly packed bento’s you would bring for him once or twice a week, so you could share with him just like you did in middle school.

he remembers the way his heart started to betray him without him even knowing, being a teenager with fluctuating hormones that had him seeing you in a different light than that of a best friend. he remembers how he felt the slightest bit flustered when your hand would brush against his shoulder in laughter, your sweet laughter, and how his face would heat up when you’d give him a hug goodbye after walking you home. how his heart would skip a beat when you’d call for him from the courtyard, skipping to his side so you could walk with him to class.

he remembers how geto told him that he had a crush on you before he could even realize it himself. telling him that he could see his blush ridden cheeks and nervous laughter whenever you came around. how it was so obvious that,

“ you obviously really like her, satoru. ”

he remembers coming to the realization late at night that he was in fact in love with you, and he had no idea what to do about it. the feelings of doubt, nervousness, unsure about the outcome would corrode his mind but all he knew was he wanted you.

satoru remembers the many failed “dates” he planned, realizing all of the stuff you two were doing together was just part of the normal in your long friendship. he wanted you to see it too. he remembers when he randomly blurted out he liked you more than just a best friend in a flurry of frustration, and he definitely couldn’t forget your surprised face and happy smile that accepted him with the sultry agreement that fell past your lips, the way you looked up at him and back down to your feet before enveloping him in a hug,

“ i do too, toru’. ”

he remembers the embarrassed look on your face from your bedroom window upstairs, him holding up a large prom sign with the most cliche music imaginable playing from suguru’s car. he remembers the crack in his voice as he sang along, and the giggles that erupted from your mouth, sweet like candy as you accepted his proposal with a loud yell of,

“ i’ll go to prom with you, toru’ ! now go before my mom yells at you ! ”

he remembers dancing with you on prom night, swaying you in that beautiful dress that made him see you all the more beautiful. he remembers leaning in close, looking into your eyes and smiling brightly as he held you close.

he would never forget the first kiss you two shared. small, sweet, and innocent in all of it’s impatient glory. the beat in his heart grew faster, bumping against his chest when he pulled away to look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky and pulled the sun up from the horizon.

“ you’re beautiful, y’know that ? ”

———

satoru recalls when you both made your way to university, starting your true adult lives in your chosen career paths that would soon take you to success.

he remembers your dorm room, girly and poster ridden with neat organization. he remembers the pictures you had displayed of the both of you, keeping him dear to your heart even in the mess that college could be.

he remembers the bags under your eyes from the hard work you spent on your course finals. how you refused to sleep because it was “ just one more sentence ” when it really wasn’t. he remembers buying you food and “ scolding ” you as much as satoru gojo could possibly scold someone, demanding that you get some rest and eat until your belly was full.

he remembers the times when he would sneak into your room just to see you, late at night or in the early hours of the morning just to crawl into the sheets and hug your sleeping form. how soft your duvet was, and how your even breaths would make your chest rise and fall.

he remembers the study dates that took place at the nearest cafe, what was supposed to be a small and quiet place for patrons turned into hushed laughter and smeared pen ink. he remembers your order, how you would fight him to pay despite you drowning in student debt.

he remembers your graduation together, degree’s held tightly in your hands with big gowns and weird caps. how your parents were clapping for the both of you, immensely proud that you two had finally made it one step further into life.

———

satoru reminisces on the day he proposed to you. your long, flowy dress that fell by your feet in the spring sunshine. he remembers how his knee dug into the clovered grass when he asked you to be his forever. how the light hit your face from it’s reflection on the quiet river you two used to swim in at your younger ages. how you squealed and cried, getting down to his level to wrap your arms around him, pulling him towards you into a passionate kiss. how happy you were, how your eyes shined so bright when he placed the perfect ring on your dainty finger after your chants of,

“ oh my god, toru’ ! yes ! yes, i’ll marry you ! ”

he remembers how you looked for the perfect venue, but just couldn’t settle on one, until you had made your final decision to have your wedding in the place that had the most memories. how many long hours you spent sealing invitations and stamping them to send them off. how you forbid him from going with you to pick out your dress because,

“ you have to be patient, toru’ ! ”

he remembers getting ready in his childhood home, his best friend at his side who fixed his messy bow tie. how geto had to hold him down with two arms as to not let him free, as he was scolded for trying to walk a couple houses down to see you before the wedding.

he remembers finally seeing you walk through the grass of your backyard wedding, eyes pooling tears as he watched you shy a smile his way. he remembers your vows, word for word, and how you cried when he recited his. he remembers how he impatiently asked the officiate after saying your “i do’s”,

“ can i kiss her now ? ”

he remembers dipping you dramatically and placing his lips on yours. the claps and cheers surrounding you both from the people you cared for most, giggling into his mouth when he kept kissing you for a bit longer than expected.

he remembers your first dance, how he held you so close to the smooth rhythm of the song. how you swayed and spun with the direction of his hands, how beautiful you looked. he remembers feeling like you were the only people there, feeling on top of the world as he now got to call you his for life.

he remembers the way you laughed at geto’s stupid speech, taking the credit for making you two realize your love. how you hugged shoko so tight she could hardly breathe. he remembers your parents crying as they finally are got to witness their little girl grown up. how your father shook his hand in approval, and how your mother hugged him like he was her own, forever grateful that you chose someone like him to marry. he remembers the smiles and hugs you gave his parents, sweet and kind with the respect you showed towards them.

he remembers whispering into your ear when you two had caught a moment alone, antsy as he fidgeted with your bedazzled ring finger,

“ do you think can newly weds sneak out of their own reception ? ”

———

satoru recalls moving in to your childhood home together. he remembers sleeping by your side, sunken in to the comforters at night, and eating breakfast with you at the same kitchen table. the grass was as green as ever, confetti still spilled between the clovers from your wedding reception.

he remembers waking you up with soft touches and gentle kisses, and the grogginess in your voice when you told him good morning. he remembers the movie nights, with buttery popcorn and cozy blankets. the selfcare nights, when you’d insist he put a facemask on and scolded him when he would kiss you before it was dry.

he remembers the get togethers that took place in your backyard, familiar faces gathered in a bustle of cheery laughter and cool summer breezes. he couldn’t forget how he would lay with you in the grass to watch the stars in the quiet night, crickets chirping a tune in the cold wind that followed the moon.

———

satoru remembers finding a positive test on the old bathroom counter, excitement bubbling in his chest at the news that he would soon be a father. he remembers hugging you in a gentle twirl, basking in the feeling of pure enthrallment.

he remembers shopping for baby clothes, watching as you coo’ed at the tiny socks and little onesies. he remembers stocking up more diapers than needed, and building the crib for his soon to come baby.

he remembers laying his head on your small bump, listening to the tossing and turning of your baby as he felt the tiniest kick. he remembers how honeyed your voice sounded when you would sing to your unborn, caressing your stomach in pure bliss as you sang your quiet lullaby.

he remembers your baby shower, and how excited you were to cut the cake to see what color would be revealed. how everyone took their own guesses, and satoru insisted all that mattered to him was that your baby was healthy, but he secretly had a hope that it was a girl. he remembers slicing the vanilla cake with a hand over yours, bringing you into an embrace as you both expressed your excitement at the pink colored cake.

he remembers your labor, how his hand was crushed into dust at your painful squeezing. he remembers your heaves and your yells, how strong you were as you delivered your child. he remembers first hearing the cries of his precious baby, and cutting the umbilical cord.

he remembers looking at your daughters face after what seemed to be the longest nine months of his entire life, admiring her tiny hands and pretty tufts of thin hair. he remembers the small tears that leaked from his eyes as he looked from you to her, hushed whispers as he held your precious daughter in his large hands,

“ you look just like your momma… don’t you sweet girl ? ”

———

satoru recalls watching you play with your daughter in the backyard he used to play with you in. he remembers watching you run through the sprinklers while your daughter held your hand and followed, her frilly swimsuit ruffling at the hems as she giggled at the dewdrops that sprayed on her skin.

he remembers the way you cried when you sent your daughter on her way to her first day of school, missing tooth gleaming as she hugged you both goodbye. he remembers the way he kissed your forehead and assured you she would be alright.

he remembers the way you giggled when he got upset over your daughter receiving a valentine, pout evident on his face as he tried to prove his point by stating

“ that’s my baby ! no boys until you’re older, understand sweetheart ? ”

he remembers watching her grow up with you both, reminiscing on how old she was getting so quickly. how he would catch you looking back on photo albums from when she was a newborn, turning the pages of life up until the latest one.

he remembers how happy you were for your daughter when she graduated highschool, how you both enveloped her into a hug and cried at the time that had passed. he remembers her being sent off to college, and how you missed her so dearly.

———

satoru remembers growing old with you. the way the color eventually began to fade from your hair, shining of gray that you became a little embarrassed of. how the wrinkles from your constant laughter began to show on the sides of your cheeks, and how the crease in your brow was more prominent.

he remembers watching you fall ill, and how he couldn’t help you this time. he remembers holding your hand like it was a piece of glass, sitting at your bedside until the moon descended and the sun rose.

he remembers the softened, weak whispers that escaped from your mouth. the exhaustion in your voice and fatigue etched in your features when you called his name in the way you always had,

“ toru’… ”

he would never forget hearing the flatline of your heart, or the bustling of nurses at your side. how your hand turned cold, and how your eyes fluttered shut after he had gotten one last look at them.

satoru remembers the sobs that wracked his body day and night, white hair disheveled from his pure sorrow. how not even a hug from his best friend could replace your warmth in its entirety.

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satoru stands in your once shared home now. he sees the old pencil markings on the door, and the bright green grass that held the fondness of your time with him. he sees your ring on his nightstand, lonesome with no finger to hold it. he can still hear the echoes of your laughter etched into the ceilings of your home, and he can still see the bright smile of yours in the picture frames that littered the walls. he wished in every waking moment for one more chance to hear your voice, to hear your giggles, to feel you, to hold you, to hear you call out to him with the gentle “ toru’ ” that would slip past your lips.

satoru could be asked by anyone what you were like, or the story between you two. he could reminisce on every memory, every date, every anniversary, every holiday. he remembered it all.

satoru would grieve you until his heart would give out, remembering his vows to you on your wedding night, his promise to you since he was youthful and bright,

“ until death do us part, and everything after. ”

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woso-dreamzzz · 4 days

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End of the World IV

Katie McCabe x Child!Reader

Caitlin Foord x Child!Reader

Summary: Christmas in Australia

Before Christmas, there was an argument.

Ma wanted to take you with her for Christmas but Mammy also wanted to take you.

There was a big argument, like how there's always an argument when Ma and Mammy are in the same room.

You end up with Mammy though because she was doing more 'child safe' things. That means you're in Australia with her and Caitlin.

Australia is hot at Christmas and you don't think you like that. Mammy had to buy you a whole new wardrobe because your summer clothes are stuck in boxes in the loft and Mammy couldn't get them out in time because Ma decided too late to let you go with her.

You're on a beach right now, digging your toe into the sand in unease as Mammy tries to get you to step foot in the sea.

You shake your head. "No."

"Kiddo," She says," Come on. It's just the ocean. It won't hurt you."

You keep shaking your head. "Ma said that Australia's oceans have sharks that will eat me."

Katie sighs deeply, cursing Ruesha in her mind before Caitlin steps forward.

"I can look after her," She says," At least until you're done swimming."

"Are you sure?" Katie checks. She knows that Caitlin is still a little wary around you and she doesn't want to make either of you feel awkward.

"It's fine," Caitlin insists," We'll have fun in the sand. It'll be good."

You're still holding your bucket and spade as Caitlin leads you away from Mammy. You sniffle a little bit as Mammy paddles out into the sea leaving you with Caitlin alone.

She sets you up next to the towels and the big basket of stuff she and Mammy brought with. You stare at her. She stares back.

"So," Caitlin says," Do you want to make a sandcastle?"

You sniffle.

Caitlin's eyes go wide.

"Wait! No, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad! We don't need to make sandcastles!"

You burst into tears and Caitlin grows even more panicked.

"Is it the sand? We can go and sit on the steps!"

"Mammy!" You whine, reaching out towards Katie has disappeared into the sea," Mammy's gone!"

Caitlin follows your gaze. "Oh, she's not gone. She's just out swimming."

"Mammy!" You cry again, tears spilling down your cheeks," The sharks are gonna get her!"

"They won't," Caitlin tries to assure you.

"They will!" You insist," Ma said the sharks in Australia are always in the sea."

Cautiously, Caitlin reaches out for you. She gently manoeuvres you into her lap and you let her. "See that lifeguard there?" She points at a man in a big chair," And that building over there? They make sure that sharks aren't in the water."

"Really?"

"Yep," Caitlin says," If any sharks swim in then they tell everyone so no one goes in the water."

You wipe your nose on the towel that's been wrapped around you. "Promise?"

"I promise, kiddo. Katie'll be very safe. Do you want to build a sandcastle now?"

You shake your head, fisting the strap of Caitlin's swimsuit. "No thank you. Stay like this please."

Caitlin tries not to let her shock show as she nods. "Sure, yeah, we can stay like this."

Katie isn't quite sure what to say when she gets out of the water to see Caitlin trying to sunbathe with a limp and sleeping you lying on her chest.

"Hey," Katie says, with a little smile," What's all this then?"

"She was convinced the sharks were going to eat you," Caitlin replies with an eye roll, gently tracing patterns against your back," But she's fine now."

"Well," Katie says," I think that's our cue to head back and have our own naps. She's dead to the world right now."

"What about lunch?"

Katie shrugs as she very carefully picks you up, adjusting you so your head is buried in her neck. "We can get a late lunch afterwards. The little miss needs an actual pillow to rest her head." She looks down at you with a wince. You're truly, deeply asleep. "And maybe a pull up too."

Caitlin and Katie end up asleep as well and Katie wakes up groggy to small hands shaking her shoulder.

Caitlin's arm is thrown over her shoulder as she blinks awake.

"Kiddo?" She asks," What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry, Mammy," You say," Can we have lunch now?"

"Yeah, we can get lunch. Let me just get Caitlin up."

#woso x reader #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccabe #caitlin foord x reader #caitlin foord #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso

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thesturniolos · 4 months

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guilty pleasures

m. sturniolo x reader

summary: well, yall asked for it 💁🏼‍♀️ it’s part 2 bitches !!

warnings: smut, swearing, sub!matt (why does this even need a warning?), degradation.

tags: @sturnioloshacker @strniohoeee @sturniolopepsi @strawberrysturniolo @lilasturns @lovingmattysposts @m4ttsturniolo @mbbsgf @meg-sturniolo @mattsneezing @malsturns @urfavstromboli @recklesssturniolo @heartsforchrisandmatt @hoesformatt @iheartchrissturniolo @cutesouls @chrisenthusiast @creamoncreamoncream2 @chrisdevora @nickenthusiast @noellesturniolo @mattsturniolosgf @sturniolossmut @struniolos @sturniolosstar @klarasmith @kirby0strombolli @kenzieiskoolaid @kenzieluvssturniolo @justangelheree @matthewsturniolo @mattscokewhore @mattnchrisworld @delusionalsturniologirl @apclyptc @91sturniolo @bernardenjoyer @byechristopher @bluesturniolo333 @bernardsleftbootycheek @biimpanicking @mattsbratt @iammattswife @m4tthewsgf @silly-sturniolos @ducksturniolo @plasticferal

“need help?”

i’m frozen. i’m literally frozen. i don’t care about the ache in my pants anymore, i need her to repeat whatever the fuck she just said.

“w-what?” my cheeks are pink, i know that and even though i’m basically towering over her, i feel flustered and small. a girl has never had this effect on me, never made me feel this way or made me cum this way. how does she just say that and casually smirk like that?

“i’m kidding, matt. god, don’t get so worked up.” she laughs and turns before walking away to the kitchen. i’m sad, i’m sad about her not meaning those words. i’m close to tears about her not helping me with my boner, how pathetic.

i scurry to the bedroom but not to relieve the pain which has been lingering by the pool but the new found pain in my chest of rejection. to think that she actually would’ve wanted to have done that, so randomly too. like one minute she was laughing by the pool with me and then she was gonna be on her knees on my bedroom floor.

pathetic, stupid little tears are begging to fall from my eyes, a reminder that she won’t like me like that and those drunk words really weren’t sober thoughts like everyone claims they are.

she’s everywhere in this house. she’s in the photo frames on my walls, in the background of my phone, in the hallways, her voice echoing the house. she is everywhere and she always has been ever since we were small. which is why i cannot let my feelings get to me because after all she is still a friend, a very good one.

luckily the hard-on i’ve been struggling with has subsided, i wonder why. i was worked up over her after all, it doesn’t really feel the same after that’s happened. but that doesn’t mean i’m holding grudges, i don’t hate her for that, i don’t feel any different. i still long for everything she has. her hugs, her warmth, her kisses, her perfect curly hair, her curves, her gorgeous fucking smile.

im also not saying i didn’t want her to help me, i needed her to help me. help me come undone all over her, needed to see her perfect naked body laid on my sheets, needed to know i was making her feel good. but i also wanted everything else, all the sweet things we could do together.

a knock at my door runs through the room, can i have privacy in this house?

i don’t get long to answer before the door is opened and i see her. god, what are you doing to me? she smiles, poking her head through a small gap, holding up a plate of something.

“i brought you some food?” she frowns looking at me, walking into the room more and shutting the door behind her. oh, great.

“thanks, you didn’t have to.” i say, looking away from her. my acting isn’t great and my sad expression is still very visual.

“no worries, i - um are you okay, matt?” she places the plate on my desk and walks closer to me, standing just in front of me. still in that fucking swimsuit.

“me? oh yeah, im fine. why?” im quiet but im desperately trying to raise my voice to try and convince her properly. why is nobody on my side? like what?

“it’s just i know that i kinda- i kinda messed up out there. like, it was wrong of me to say that, we’re best friends you know? i didn’t mean to make you uncomfy.”

uncomfy? she thought she made me uncomfy? i wasn’t uncomfy, i was desperate.

“oh no, i didn’t even care to be honest. you’re good.” i laugh and look down at my hands. with her staring at me like that i literally cannot focus.

“well you just seemed a little flustered, you know?” she moves her hand up to my face and brushes away a hair that’s fallen. she noticed. i look up to see her doe eyes filled with what looked like concern? or was it something else? whatever it was, whatever she’s doing, is making my throat dry. we’re so close and i’m suddenly aware of my breathing and her breathing and the way she swallows and when her chest falls and-

“a little like you do now.” she smirks and she’s closer, if that’s even fucking possible. her breath is fresh on my lips and she goes to whisper, “it’s cute you know, matt.”

and with that she pushes her lips onto mine and it’s like heaven in a kiss. it’s indescribable, it’s everything i could possibly have imagined, it’s the healing of the small crack in my heart. her lips are warm and welcoming, her teeth slightly tugging at my lips as she pulls back slightly, her eyes opening to meet mine.

she goes to speak but i don’t want her to, i just want to feel her on me again, i needed it. i grab her face and smash her lips against mine again and this time it’s desperation. it’s years of waiting and secret looks in hallways, it’s every candle i’ve blown out on my birthday praying for this, it’s everytime i cried in her arms and she’s cried in mine.

our tongues dance and im pushing her onto the bed, i need her. for all of the times i’ve thought of doing this and refrained and now she’s actually here and underneath me, it’s too surreal.

we lose rhythm and it becomes sloppy, saliva covering both of our mouths, dripping down our chins as i slowly trail down her neck. she whines slightly and i could’ve sworn i came right there, right then. the voice of angel.

i groan against her neck in response, focusing on that sweet spot, hoping to create some kind of mark as evidence that this fucking happened because it just does not feel real. i need something to show in the morning, that it wasn’t a dream.

“matt, i need you.” and that was all i needed to pull the straps of her bikini down and to be fucking blessed with the most beautiful pair of tits i’ve ever seen. it was better than i imagined, her nipples as hard as ever, ones i was eager to take into my mouth and so i did.

i worked on both of them, switching every now and then, making sure they got equal love, squeezing the opposing tit too. the little moans that left her mouth when i sucked and pulled on them made my dick twitch in my pants and was enough to make me pull away from her boobs and drag her panties down.

she sits up, unbuckling my belt and throwing it to the floor all while remaining eye contact with me as i look down at her, ready to pound her into the bed. i needed to see her squirm under my touch, fill her up.

“my turn.”

okay so i’m literally evil and i’m making a PART 3 !! because i wanted to get this out today but i’m tired andddd i wanna make really fckin good smut bur hope y’all like the switch up!!

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imtryingbuck · 4 months

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Reflections

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x plus-size fem!Reader

Summary: You don’t like your reflection but Bucky makes sure you know how beautiful you are

Word count: 671

Warnings: body hate (EVERY BODY IS PERFECT) sad reader, perfect Bucky.

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Your eyes trailed the light purple lines mapping your stomach and arms with disgust. The sight of your stomach makes you wish you could rip it off and throw it in the trash.

Your eyes shift from your reflection to the photos hanging from the fairy lights that you hung up. The images of you and Bucky smiling, photos of you and your friends happy and carefree were mocking you, you were sure of it.

The one photo of you and Bucky, with his arm around your waist with huge, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, standing on the soft sand at the beach you both went to - you couldn’t help but cringe at yourself wearing a swimsuit. You remember how happy and proud Bucky looked seeing you in that swimsuit, he was so determined to get you to wear it. Over and over again he told you how stunning you looked. You remember how happy you were.

Now you stand in front of the mirror wondering where that happiness and self-love went.

You couldn’t understand why Bucky was with you when he could have anyone else, someone that wasn’t overweight, someone that didn’t have stretch marks on most parts of her body.

It had been three years since you two got together and while you’re happy and felt comfortable with and around Bucky you just can’t help but question - why is he with you?

Bucky’s just finished in the shower, he watches you from the doorway with a towel snug tight around his waist.

His heart does a double take at you standing there in matching underwear, he’s truly never seen of a more beautiful sight. He leans against the door with a small smile on his face as he admires you, like he does everyday.

Then that smile drops along with his stomach. There’s tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Y/n, baby what’s wrong?” His feet can’t move fast enough towards you.

“N-nothing”

“You’re crying.”

“It’s fine babe, let’s get dressed” You try and move away from him.

“Again, you’re crying.”

“Buck-“

“Baby please just talk to me! I hate seeing you crying”

“It-it doesn’t matter I promise I’m fine”

Wrapping his hand around your arm he gently tugs you towards the bed, he sits and pulls you onto his lap. “Talk. To. Me”

“Can I ask you something?” You ask.

“Of course doll”

“Why are you with me?” The words come out as a whisper.

“W-what?”

“Why are you with me Bucky?”

“Because I love you” He’s says without hesitation.

“But why?” You try and pull away but his arms tighten around you.

“Because my love you’re my happiness, my joy, my heart, my soul and mind. I love everything about you, from the top of your head, to the tip of your toes and every part in between” he ends each statement with a kiss, darting around your face “And baby you’re so beautiful, so God damn beautiful”

The waterfall of tears wouldn’t stop. Even with his words of affection you just couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“I’m fat Bucky, you shouldn’t be with m-“

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Stand up and go to the mirror”

Doing as he says, you walk over to the mirror. He follows, standing behind you.

Placing his large hands on your belly “This belly? Perfection” His hands then trail to your thighs “These…” A deep groan slips from his mouth “these thighs baby, perfection” His fingers slowly slide up your sides tickling you as they go “your arms, perfection.”

Resting his head on your shoulder he smiles “you are perfect baby, I don’t care what anyone says or what you think. I love every inch of you, I worship the ground you walk on”

“Buck I-I… really?”

“Really my beautiful” A mischievous smirk pulls on his lips “Why don’t I take you to bed and show you how much I love you?”

You release a squeal of laughter as he picks you up and takes you to bed.

~ banner credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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agroteraa · 2 months

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Watermelon Sugar

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

Summary: Just a slice of hot summer in Saltburn.

Actaeon series spin-off, taking place between Artemis and The Wrath of the Stag.

Warnings: smut, fingering, handjob, finger sucking.

Word Count: 3,2K

Almost two weeks had passed after the karaoke night events. It was a sultry August noon, and you were reading "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" by the pool. You were lying on your stomach on a lounger, dangling your feet in the air and eating triangularly sliced pieces of watermelon. Time seemed to freeze and melt in this heat, and at that moment it felt like that summer would never end. That would be perfect.

Oliver sauntered over to the pool, topless, his T-shirt on his shoulders. There you were.

You were so engrossed in reading that you didn't hear him approach. Besides, he came unnoticed. As always.

Your legs swung back and forth in the air alternately exposing your buttocks, slightly peeking out of your colorful swimsuit.

Oliver swallowed involuntarily. He leaned against the nearest wall, clutching the ends of his blue T-shirt tightly in his hands. He loved every inch of your body, but he was already beginning to realize that your ass was especially driving him crazy. He was a booty man and never missed a chance to put his hand on top, squeeze or kiss it. Or better to do everything at once. And sometimes even give it a little slap. He was thinking more and more often that maybe he should try to go a little bit further with that and see your reaction. At that thought, he shifted against the warm rough bricks of the wall, tugging the ends of his cloth tighter.

God, if only he could have his way with you just right there, by the pool. Sit down next to you, give you a little massage, and then... take you as he wished it and as you wished it too. On a lounger, by the pool, in the water, or better yet, all in turn. And so that all the inhabitants of Saltburn, its guests and servants could hear how much pleasure Oliver was bringing you. But alas, this was not his home. At least for now, he had not yet fully decided on this issue for himself.

His body began aching numbly, and, unable to just stand and think all these thoughts anymore, Oliver finally decided to declare his presence.

"Hey, Y/N, do you mind if I lie down next to you?"

"Oliver... Didn't hear you coming!" you abruptly turned over on the sunbed, with a piece of watermelon in one hand and a book in the other. Watermelon juice began to flow slightly down your hand, you put a piece of watermelon on a plate, quickly licking the remaining juice from your hand and wiping against your leg. Oliver carefully followed all these movements with the silent gaze. You lifted your sunglasses, greeting him with warmth in your eyes. Oliver couldn't help but smile back.

"I think I left my book here yesterday," Quick went to the far little table to get his belonging, and then laid down on the next lounger from you.

"Oh, you’ve started a new one?"

"Yeah," he confirmed absent-mindedly, opening it and searching for the place where he had left off the previous time. It seemed that Oliver was not just reading books, but devouring them for lunch.

"Huh, I'm still reading Harry Potter..." your voice became a little sad and thoughtful. Of course, you also read a lot of things during your studies, but still not all of them from the list, and during the summer break you preferred to distract yourself with something lighter, almost childish even. While Oliver read one big serious book after another, also he had recently read Harry Potter in less than a week to be aware of what you were all constantly talking about, discussing the plot, "How you’re doing that?"

"Well, you take the book, open it... and then you start to look at the lines of letters that add up to meaningful words and sentences," Oliver explained in a serious tone, barely hiding his smile.

You snickered back, "Should’ve known that sooner!"

He chuckled, and you both went deep into reading your stuff. After a couple of minutes, your smile faded again.

"What is it, Y/N?" it seemed that nothing could be hidden from Oliver. You decided to tell him as it was, choosing the words and overcoming some embarrassment, "I just... I don't know. You read so much, and in general, you’ve achieved everything yourself at Oxford, including entering it. Well, of course, me too... Kinda... But still, it seems that you do more and work harder than I do. Even the way you read in your free time. I've been reading Harry Potter for the second month now. Of course, I'm just enjoying it, stretching the pleasure, it's also important, you know... But anyway, I'm not like you, I wish I could be you in certain way..."

Oliver listened to your mumbling until his eyebrows began to rise and warm smile appeared on his face.

"Y/N. You're not like me, and that's why I like you," Oliver said tenderly.

"And you don't even know how much," he added mentally. You could think that he would judge by your close communication over the past couple of weeks, or at least since the beginning of the summer, but he has already studied you very well since your meeting at Oxford. You were kind, you were kind to him, especially when you comforted him the day he told Felix and you about his family and the whole "father situation". Yes, not at all as interested as you were now, but it was only a matter of time, Oliver had been hoping for this from the very beginning. Yes, you were much kinder than him. Basically, this reason alone possibly could have been enough, but he did not deny himself the pleasure of mentally going over the rest of your qualities, which were different from his own.

You were open and generous, you were similar to Felix here, but unlike him, you were more modest and even a bit shy. And, of course, you were smart, although sometimes very naive. But for Oliver, it wasn't a flaw, he adored your naivety and innocence.

That trick with Felix's towels and your little lie about the malfunction of the second bathroom, he totally forgave and recorded it as a childish prank. He decided that it even amused and touched him, the way you childishly decided to take the initiative and allegedly outwit Quick.

He felt like a tiger that a little kitten had tried to hunt. The tiger that laid calmly next to the kitten and smiled lazily, waving his tail, which the little hunter was trying to catch. Oliver smiled lazily at the thought himself and decided that someday he even wouldn't mind if you tried to repeat such an innocent prank. And he would think about what he would do to you after that.

You were never capable of even a small part of what he was willing to do and had done in life to achieve his goals, to the extent that you would never have thought of such a thing. That was also why he had chosen you. You didn't have to be power hungry like him. On the contrary, it would be more than enough for him if you were hungry only for your rather harmless aspirations and, of course, for Oliver himself.

You were quite a complete and content person on your own, and this was very attractive to the many-faced Oliver, who was still struggling to find a place for himself in this life. But he had found his place beside you and planned to stay there for a long time, ideally, forever.

And of course, he adored the power he had over you, the way you looked at him trustingly and fascinated whenever he told you something. The way you looked away shyly when he gazed at you too intensely at breakfasts or dinners. The way you looked at him with your doe eyes, lying under him in bed, as if bewitched. The way he made you feel. Moan. Dig your fingers and nails deeper into his skin. Throw your head back with pleasure. Say his name. And generally, the fact that his name was coming out from your lips. Wheresoever. All the time.

And if only you knew what kind of power you have over him yourself. It seemed that even Oliver himself sometimes did not fully comprehend this, but he definitely felt it on a subconscious, instinctive level. He felt boundless joy, excitement and pride that the object of his adoration finally adored him. If there was a happiness, which Oliver sometimes looked for confirmation of in the philosophical books that he read, then it definitely laid in this for him.

He wanted a lot from you, it was true, but in return he was ready to throw the whole world at your feet and even more.

You were smiling sheepishly, still processing his words. The sunglasses on your face had slipped down slightly, revealing your equally embarrassed, but gentle and expressive gaze to him. He reached out to you, leaning on your lounger with one hand, and gently kissed you on the lips. The book in your hands trembled a little.

"It seems it’s getting too hot in here. I'm going to take a dip," Quick winked at you, got up from his sunbed and walked to the edge of the pool. Spreading his shoulder blades on his broad, muscular back, he stood on tiptoe a little and made a rather graceful leap into the water. To be honest, for a while you forgot about the adventures of young wizards, all your thoughts were now occupied by Oliver and how he swam in the water, making wide strokes with his fit arms. You even thought about joining in, but he came out of the water pretty quickly and flopped down on his lounger with his stomach down, exhaling contentedly.

You looked at him through your glasses. Drops of water trickled down his body that was heating up, repeating the contour of his every lean muscle, his dark slightly curly hair turned into wet, completely black strands. Then he turned over, exposing his face, glistening from the water, to the hot sun. He had just cooled off in the pool, but he looked damn hot. He was like an animated marble statue basking in the August sun on a lounger next to you. You inhaled the warm sticky air sharply but quietly, deciding to focus on reading. Oliver chuckled faintly, without opening his eyes. Surely, he couldn't know how you stared at him through your black sunglasses. Or could he? You weren't sure anymore.

Finally, really deep into reading, you took another piece of watermelon and began to eat it with appetite. The watermelon was juicy, so it started running down your chin and then down the hand that was holding it. You put down the book and reached for a napkin, when suddenly you heard a slightly hoarse "Let me." Looking in surprise to the side, you found that Oliver was shamelessly examining you, lying on his side, and, apparently, for some time. His unblinking gaze and slightly parted lips turned something in your stomach. His chest rose and fell noticeably from his rather heavy breathing.

He gently took your hand by the wrist and then slowly ran his tongue over it, climbing up the palm and licking the watermelon juice from it. A familiar knot started to form in your stomach. Oliver took turns taking your fingers into his mouth. Thumb. His lips were very tender. He pulled your completely clean finger out of his mouth with a smacking sound. Index finger. His lips were soft but at the same time firm. He started looking you straight in the eye.

Middle finger. You felt his soft, hot tongue against your skin. Ring finger. God, he started to lick and suck your fingers lightly at the same time. Pinkie. You were already burning down there, as you shifted your gaze from to the place where your fingers met Oliver's caressing mouth, to his piercing blue eyes, which looked at you from under their black eyelashes, almost without blinking.

He had never done this before, but now you didn't understand how you had lived without that feeling all this time. You wanted to eat a watermelon sloppily every day so that he would do this. Seeing how much you liked it, how you started fidgeting your legs on the sunbed, he once again ran his lips over your middle and index fingers, sucking them both at the same time. You let out a soft moan. Oliver smiled contentedly, closing his eyes and enjoying the process. You opened your lips in a silent exhale, looking at the guy, unable to tear yourself away from this sight. There was already a fire raging in the pit of your stomach and below.

Taking your fingers out of his mouth, he briefly kissed your palm, and then threw one of his hands over your body, leaning on your lounger. It made an surprised squeak at the presence of a guest. His heated by the sun metal chain hung, almost touching your lips. You even had the thought of taking it in your mouth. You gulped.

"Do you know, Y/N, how sweet you are? And right now, literally," Oliver put his face close to your chin and licked off the remnants of watermelon juice. Moving his tongue higher, he licked the contour of your lips. You could barely lie still, but at the same time you seemed frozen by everything that was happening now. He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, letting out a soft groan. The sweetness of the watermelon and your tongues mixed in your mouth, making your head spin. His wet and sticky lips caressed your lips, making some breaths and moans. He almost completely rolled over with his body on your lounger. The hotness of the sun and Oliver's hotness almost drove you to sunstroke. You could feel the firmness of his body and the way his swim trunks were getting tighter by the second. It was almost unbearable.

You broke off the kiss while recovering your breath. Oliver was looking at you, unsure of what to do next. More precisely, he knew exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't afford it right now, so his brain was quickly calculating all possible options.

"Shall we go for a dip together?" you nodded affirmatively at his suggestion. Getting up from the sunbed, he took you by both hands and led you to the edge of the pool.

"Together" means "to the very end," he smirked, and without letting go of your hands, he took a step back, plunging into the pool. You squeaked as you flew after him. In the water, Oliver's strong arms caught you and spun you around a little right under the water. You let out a laugh, releasing a few bubbles instead of "ha-ha."

Then you surfaced, and Quick pinned you between his muscular arms at the edge of the pool. There you both reached the bottom with your feet there, and you were pressed closer to the cool wall of the pool. It was a pleasant contrast between this and Oliver's body, which was even somehow hotter in the water.

"And what I am to do with you? With you, lying in your swimsuit in the sun, enjoying yourself so much and eating watermelon so seductively all the damn day. It's impossible to look at it and just put up with it," Oliver said, kissing you again passionately. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and your legs began to wrap around his pelvis. You felt his boner with your crotch even in the water. He hissed faintly. You involuntarily began to rub and cling to him even more, feeling the literal fire under the water down there.

"Don't tempt me any more," he whispered against your lips, "Or else..."

One of his hands went deeper under the water, his fingers parted the fabric of your bikini to the side. Soon you felt his fingers inside you. The feeling in the water was slightly unusual, but you liked it. Oliver was slowly caressing you, and you tilted your head back a bit, unable to figure out where the wetness of the pool ended and your own begun. Oliver was moaning softly near your ear, and you could barely contain your loud moans. His fingers worked so well inside you that it felt like the entire pool was filled exclusively with your moisture.

You snuggled closer to the guy, and he started kissing your neck, which made your body cover in goosebumps. Then he slipped his other hand into your swimsuit and squeezed one breast. You let out a groan. Oliver added another finger, your legs curled around him, you wanted to moan at the top of your voice, but you were afraid that someone might come up at any moment and see what you two were doing here. The mixture of fear of being caught and wild excitement made brought you to the peak much faster than you expected.

"Is my girl done much faster today?" Oliver asked innocently, stroking your waist, "Admit it, it’s rather turning on. The probability of being caught. You feel it too, don't you? Oh, yes, you do understand me..."

Oliver slightly narrowed his eyes and tilted his head to the side. He really liked the fact that you were different, but he was even more pleased with the moments where your morality and your desires sometimes converged at the same one ambiguous point.

He grinned contentedly when you, nodding slightly and biting your lip, a little timidly reached for his swim trunks with your hands. He exhaled sharply when you felt his bump and ran your soft hand up and down his hard cock several times. The movements of your hand in the water felt like in a slow motion. Oliver half-closed his eyes, holding onto the sides of the pool, and hissed, "Yes, my sweet Y/N, that's it, don't stop… Wait."

He recoiled a little from you, you involuntarily turned around, following his frowning gaze. Felix. He was walking to the pool in sunglasses, wearing a yellow shirt and swimming trunks, carrying a towel and some drink in a can. You laughed awkwardly and embarrassedly while Oliver was rather tense and very displeased. But he forced himself to distract himself, for your sake and for Felix too.

"Hi guys! How long have you been... Hey-y, did I interrupt something?" Catton Jr. asked rather jokingly, seeing you laughing in the pool, but he still tensed a little from the proximity of your distance.

"No, we just came in, join us!" Oliver shouted cheerfully, dispelling the guy's suspicions. At least, most of them.

While Felix was undressing and putting his things on his lounger, you looked pointedly at Oliver and sighed quietly, pursing your lips. Quick blinked slowly in response and nodded slightly, assuring you that way that your fun would definitely continue soon, and no one would dare to interrupt you next time.

But still, Oliver thought to himself, he would have to ponder again all the options for how to make sure that you wouldn't be disturbed inside and outside this house, not only for the next time, but preferably never again.

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l0ve-dov3 · 2 months

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bedroom floor !

‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚👒⊹♡

luke castellan x demeter! reader

summary: in which luke talks to his ex-girlfriend on a vacation with the senior campers.

warnings: just a naughty word or two :^

word count: 1.3k !

authors note: this one-shot is an ode to the song bedroom floor by sneaky peaches and the fuzz. definitely not sure about how i feel on this one-shot, but i tried my best to tie the ‘hopelessly heartbroken’ vibes of the song into this fic. can’t tell if it worked or not, soooo!

Luke sat in the back of a crowded van, listening to the loud chatter between his friends. It was summer, and the senior campers managed to get Chiron’s permission for a beach trip. This would be great, of course—for everyone needs a vacation sometimes—if you hadn’t broken up with him about a month prior.

It wasn’t exactly bad. You were far too sweet for a angry, heartless breakup like that. But Gods, did he miss you. I mean truly, deeply miss you, and he was hoping by now he’d be over it.

Spoiler, he wasn’t.

Because now, he was pretending to pay attention to Chris, more focused on you singing with Clarisse in the passenger seat.

“And he’s gone. How surprising.” Chris groaned, realizing that Luke was in his own little world. Silena chuckled, seeing Luke’s dazed expression next to Chris’ blank stare of frustration.

As a child of Aphrodite, and friend to the former couple, she often fell victim to Castellan’s bouts of love and sadness. She’d watched him ramble about how gorgeous you looked, wishing he could kiss you the way he used to. But, she had also let him lean on her shoulder, crying into the stars about how he’d follow you anywhere.

On the other hand, she knew how deeply it hurt you to break up with the golden boy. You had only done it out of fear, your recent nightmares pointing to a quest of some kind. You were scared. Scared of how the quest would turn out, and even more scared of how Luke may handle it, so you broke up with him.

You tried to ignore your guilt, but it kept coming back to taunt you. Your plan was to fix that today.

The car slowed to a halt, and the music was turned down, effectively stopping your singing and jumping. Clarisse leaned her elbow on the passenger seat, looking back to her friends with a smirk. “Alright bitches, our vacation has officially begun.”

The car filled with excited cheers, and in a mad rush to get out the car, everyone found themselves basking in the warmth of Jones Beach. The heat was refreshing, in a sense; a reminder that they were out of camp grounds and free to do as they pleased.

Y/n ran off to the edge of the water, her bags long forgotten in her excitement to be near the sea. She stood there, grinning at the waters edge, with a white coverup hiding her swimsuit from view.

“Come on Y/n, show us the swimsuit!” Clarisse whistled to you, earning a soft chuckle as she carried over your stuff. Since the breakup, you and Clarisse had become closer friends, jokingly flirting with each other and pushing each other’s buttons. You’d grown to find comfort in her mask of aggression, knowing that she was a true friend deep down.

“Don’t get too excited!” You yelled back to her, wiggling your shoulders exaggeratively and earning laughs from your group of friends.

As the laughing began to die, you untied your coverup, letting it drop to the ground dramatically. Clarisse and Chris whistled, Silena clapping and hooting in a bout of approval; but Luke sat there, eyes wide with adoration, trying—and failing—not to stare for too long.

You were wearing a light blue one piece, made with a perfect bow in the center of your chest. It hugged your hips comfortably, and he watched as you spun in a circle to show your friends the whole thing.

It was nothing revealing, nor outlandish, it was just such a reflection of you. The sweet, soft, bow-loving girl he always knew.

And he needed you, unlike anything in the world. He needed you now, and forever.

⋆·˚ ༘ *👒

The first two hours of your beach trip were spent splashing each other and swallowing too much ocean water. Most recently, you played water chicken on Silena’s shoulders, with Chris fighting against you on Luke’s. The ravenette spared glances at you every few seconds, making Chris lose to a solid push right to his chest. The boys splashed and laughed in a faux rivalry, throwing random accusations as to why they had lost, and you watched them lovingly as you made your way out of the water.

You decided you wanted to sunbathe for a bit, growing tired of the endless swimming and dunking your friends into the water. Sunbathing was much more relaxing, and it would give you time to read the book you’d been meaning to start.

Watching as you laid down on your towel, Luke slowly stopped splashing Chris. Even he would admit it was creepy, how often he stopped to look at you, but this time he couldn’t help but indulge. His heartbeat sped up with every passing second, wanting nothing but to walk through the sand and be with you. Wanting love. Wanting you. Wanting things to be normal again.

“Chris, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Chris shrugged, already knowing where his friend would go.

The child of Hermes swam up to the shore, anxiously walking up to the spot where you lay. You could feel his presence before you saw him, and your heart tightened as he took a seat right beside you.

“Y/n.” He said gingerly, trying not to let his anxiousness bleed into his words.

“Hey hero.” You sighed softly in return, sitting up to face him properly. You knew that he wanted to talk, and you knew you needed to. You made a mistake in breaking up with him, and he deserved to know. But, just as your lips parted, his own words came spilling out.

“I miss you, Y/n.” He began, taking a deep breath, “You were—and you still are—the best thing to ever come out of this shitty life of being a half-blood. You—You are gentle, and kind, and soft, and I can be slow with you. I can live and love slow with you.”

His words made your heart stutter, your breathing going shallow with the weight of it all. You looked down at your feet, tears threatening to fall, as he rambled about you.

“You are my angel, my flower, my sun and my stars. I would follow you anywhere, Y/n, but I have to know why…” He paused, swallowing any fear left in his stomach, “Why wouldn’t you follow me?”

His final words came out in a solemn whisper, one that made you shiver with guilt at how you’d hurt this poor boy. What you thought would help had only harmed the both of you, and now, you were paying for it; paying for the way he loved you so unconditionally.

“I want to, Luke.” You whispered, tears landing on your towel beneath you.

Luke felt his heart shatter. He watched as you wiped away tears stiffly, trying to hide the way you slowly broke in front of him. With a cautious hand, he reached up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb the way he always did when you cried. His calloused hand felt like it melted into you, a sensation so familiar that it made you cry harder. You missed him. You missed this, and the way he held you.

So you leaned in, bringing a hand to the side of his neck. He looked into your eyes, tearful and soft, and planted a passionate kiss on your shaking lips. The butterflies in your stomach awoke from their slumber, and your lips molded to his in the same way they used to. You tasted like strawberries and vanilla, and he brought you in further to taste you just a bit more.

“I want to, Luke.” You breathed, “I want to follow you anywhere.”

#luke x reader #luke castellan #ex girlfriend #ex boyfriend #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #demeter #hermes #luke castellan x reader #x reader #beach trip #beach episode #aesthetic #longing

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i feel like a sicko bc i think i have POCD (i cant get diagnosed professionally bc im so scared of therapists that i get sick when im even in the same building as a therapist's office) but it sucks bc i am afraid that a romantic relationship with someone my age is also pedophilic because they were a baby once.

i also cant look at people in swimsuits at the pool or beach bc "they were a baby/child once and you're staring at them." like. YEAH.? they were a baby like 20 years ago. my brain KNOWS how aging works it just decides that "once a baby always a baby" and then im going to hell.

i havent been in a relationship in ages and im not sad perse but jesus fuckign christ i wish it could be that way of my own volition and not... fear? sorryyyy lol. i just know you've talked about POCD before and.

i have no idea how people think it's based on secret desires i literally get so scared whenever a child walks into my workplace bc of it.

hey i'm so sorry you're dealing with this‼️ pocd made me have similar fears even involving child family members.

something to remember is these are thoughts that are hurting you alone. no one around you is aware of what you're thinking and they aren't hurt by it. you haven't committed a crime or harmed any child and you're not a bad person for intrusive thoughts--you don't even want to have them in the first place, which is why they're called intrusive.

and although pocd may seem less common, that's only because people are afraid to discuss it. it's simply a more severe form of morality ocd--I say severe because the specific topic in pocd is harder to grapple with since simply talking about it out loud is difficult.

#pocd

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gojoux · 9 months

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✧*̥˚ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 *̥˚✧

༻❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ❞༺

—❋ When Your Swimsuit Bra Strap Breaks

—❋ When You Slap His Ass

—❋ You Wipe Off His Kiss

—❋ When You Say “Let's Make Out” To Him

—❋ When You Fall Asleep Waiting For His Return

—❋ When He Is Jealous

—❋ When You Say “I'm Sleeping On The Couch” To Him

—❋ Break Up Prank On Him

—❋ Inumaki Catch-Up

—❋ When He Meets His Future Kids With You

—❋ When You Say “We Need To Talk” To Him

—❋ When You Are Sad

—❋ When You Ask Him “Do You Love Me?”

—❋ When You Ask Him “Can We Get Married?”

—❋ Hickey Prank

—❋ Who Says “I Love You” First?

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ❞༺

—❋ Not This One

You'd never imagine your boyfriend would sulk over a shaved ice. He wants the same flavor, but with different colors.

—❋ To You, My Love

Gojo never felt truly cared for besides from his best friend who had parted ways. In his doubtful phase, he keeps asking the question why would you care so much for him?

—❋ Fear

In the middle of your mission, he makes a move on you, until you realize that's not the case.

—❋ Won't You Say It Back?

Five times he confesses his feelings and one time you say it back.

—❋ You Caught Us, Again.

You and him got caught in a heated make out session.

—❋ Hype Boy

Gojo is absolutely enamoured by you, even from the smallest thing you do, he’s always there to compliment you.

—❋ Soon...

—❋ Soon…

༻❝ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 ❞༺

—❋ Taste Mine / 2

The girl you're supervising for a mission is a spoiled brat princess. Once her eyes met your boyfriend, she becomes obsessed with him. You decided you've had enough once she took the chance.

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ❞༺

—❋ No One But Me

Life has decided to lead you to him or lead him to you, knowing that you two are destined together despite your differences. This told story is just a glimpse of a few memories between you and him, one that he remembers dearly.

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 ❞༺

—❋ Sleep

You want to sleep on the couch but he's not letting you.

༻❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄 ❞༺

—❋ Soon...

༻❝ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ❞༺

—❋ Snow White

You and Gojo's journey of becoming a cat parent.

—❋ Soon...

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eilishalways · 5 months

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all you wanna do is kiss me - pt 2

summary: a follow up to the first part 🤭

warnings: alcohol consumption & people being tipsy

a/n: I HOPE THIS ISNT BAD LMAOO

it was two nights after the grammys, and billie was fretting. you had given her your number at the end of the night, but billie was still too scared to text you. she lay in her bed, not knowing what to do. you were very nice about giving her your number - eager, almost, but billie was still too nervous? what if she said something weird? what if you didn’t want to talk to her? there were so many bad scenarios possible.

billie looked at the time. it was 5 to midnight. would you even be up? would you be asleep? were you talking to someone else? she was scared. very scared. she went downstairs and made herself some coffee, and sat at the breakfast table. she contemplated what to do. as she was scrolling through instagram, she saw you had made a new post. two images, both very risqué. the caption was just the telephone emoji. billie blushed, and took it as a sign to text you. so she did.

billie sent you a simple ‘hey’, not expecting you to reply till morning. but within five minutes you responded back with ‘who’s this?’. billie had forgotten that you had only given her your number, and you hadn’t exchanged them.

it’s billie

oh hey!! how are you?

i’m good, hbu?

the conversation continued well into the night. it was 4am when you finally said ‘look, i’ve gtg now. it’s really late.’ billie was sad but responded with ‘yeah it’s super late’. but before you went to sleep you asked her ‘would you like to come round to my house tomorrow? well, technically today.’ billie immediately typed back with ‘i’d love that’

sounds good. i’ll send you my address later. also - bring a swimsuit. we can get in my pool!

that sounds really nice! what time should i be there for?

uhhh, maybe at half 6 or 7? i’ll cook up a bit of dinner.

sounds great! see you then!

despite billie’s coolness over text, she was absolutely freaking out. dinner at your house??? getting in your pool???? she wasn’t able to sleep after that, too nervous to focus on anything else. thankfully she wasn’t doing anything that day, so she could try to figure out what to wear and should she bring anything.

fast forward to midday, billie was eating her lunch, still thinking over what she might wear? a tshirt and jeans? a dress? a jumper? the options were endless, but none seemed right. she couldn’t just ask you what to wear as well - that’d be weird. billie finished her lunch and went back up to her room to decide what to wear. as she opened her wardrobe, something caught her eye. a top she had worn from a concert she did in dublin, with marilyn monroe’s face as a pattern on it. she knew she’d wear it, but she had to find a swimsuit to wear first. she rifled through a drawer until she found a simple black one, nothing too special but nothing too drab either. she took off the pyjamas she was already wearing and stuck the swimsuit on. after that, she put on the top and paired it with some black shorts, nearly replicating the previous concert outfit.

five o’clock came quicker than billie thought, and soon after that she was on the way to your place. although you both lived in LA, you were pretty far from eachother. so billie decided to be safe rather than sorry & left early. when she got to the door, she hesitated to knock. your place was so big & modern that she was slightly intimidated by it. but after a minute of careful consideration, she knocked. you answered the door in seconds, dressed in a short dress. billie’s heart skipped a beat as you led her inside. she followed you to the kitchen, where she smelled the familiar aroma of her favourite noodle soup.

“i followed the recipe from your insta highlight,” you said, “so i hope it’s alright. i’m sure you make it better than i do.” billie thanked you for the meal as you both sat down at the table and began to eat. you talked about a lot of things… the grammys, the media, upcoming tours, etc. billie found herself falling more and more in love as the conversation went on. about 20 minutes later, billie finished her noodles at the same time you did, and again thanked you for it. you smiled and said it was no bother. “how do you fancy getting in the pool now?” you asked. “that sounds really good,” billie smiled, “i’ve got my swimsuit on under this, actually.” your smile lit up even further as you replied “i do too!”

you both got out of your clothes and hopped into the pool. “its so warm.” billie remarked. “yeah, i have heaters in it.” you said smiling. billie looked you up and down, in awe of your swimsuit that made you look like a goddess. you swam around together for a while before you left the pool, saying you’d be back in a minute. “ok, see ya in a minute.” billie replied, wondering what you were doing. billie was surprised when you came back with two wine glasses, and a bottle of a really expensive red wine. “wow,” billie said, “is this for us?” “well, who else would it be for?” you laughed. you poured the wine into the glasses, and handed billie one. she took a sip, and watched as you did the same. “it’s really good,” billie commented, “don’t think i’ve had this before.”

as the evening went on, you and billie drank more wine, and slowly got more tipsy. you smiled at billie as she told you about a song she was in the middle of recording, her face lighting up in excitement. “you’re so pretty.” you said abruptly without a warning. billie blushed. “so are you.” she responded, the alcohol making her more confident. “like- really pretty,” you went on, “super pretty.” billie didn’t know how to respond. being complimented by the woman she had a massive crush on? she was blushing like mad. “i could- i could just kiss you.” you said, a smirk on your face. billie didn’t respond as a shocked expression took over her face. you waited a few seconds before leaning in and kissing her. billie kissed back immediately, setting her glass on the side of the pool. you kissed her passionately, and she did the same. you continued like that for a while, until you were making out with eachother.

“wow.” was all billie said. “you’re a good kisser.” you remarked, a hand still on billie’s cheek. “i- i really liked that. like, really liked that.” billie confessed. “me too.” you smirked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

#billie eilish #billie eilish x reader #eilishalways

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alimaybankkk · 1 year

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲

summary: jj’s super clingy, making u very nervous. but when he pulls a stunt while surfing, everything goes downhill.

warnings: mega incredible sobbing blade licking angst. hints to smut. hints to sex. suggestiveness. so sad. actually so sad so sad sobbing angst most angstiest angst i’ve ever angsted

pairing: clingy asf jj maybank x sorta clingy reader

“wake up, baby,” i hear. the tickle of my boy’s hair rubs against my arm, making me squirm ever so slightly. “come on.”

i shake my head and lean my head into his neck, leaving a kiss. “there’s no point in waking up early. go back to sleep.”

“no, yes, i mean…” jj splutters. “yes. there’s a reason to get up. wanna go surfing?”

my eyes open widely, looking into his. he smirks and grabs my hand, pulling me up. once i’m up, he wraps his arms around my waist and stands there.

i cup his face in my hands, wondering what i did to be so lucky to have a boy like him.

“kiss me, please,” he mumbles, tracing circles on my back.

i grin and lean into him, capturing his lips with mine delicately. he melts into the kiss, hands roaming around my waist.

when i finally pull away for air, he tugs me into him for a hug. something about jj’s behavior was unusual. “j?”

“yeah, baby?”

“you okay?”

he hums into my hair, planting a kiss. “just love you so much.”

“you love surfing, too, right?” i ask.

he shrugs. “not more than you.”

“what about a combo of me and surfing?”

he giggles into my hair and i feel him nod. “yes, please.”

“then let me get a damn swimsuit on.”

he chuckles but finally lets go, placing one last small kiss to my lips. i grin at him and push him onto the bed. then i make my way to the dresser and find a bathing suit.

i look back and notice his eyes are trained on me. “j. go get changed.”

“i wanna—”

“please, baby, we need to go soon?”

he looks as if he were about to resist, but instead he groans. “damnit. love you.”

“love you more,” i tell him and watch him disappear out the door.

i pick out a hot pink bathing suit and a mid thigh length crotchet skirt. once i’m dressed, i grab my water bottle and head out of my room.

before i could even make it out, i see jj sitting on the floor. i sigh. “jj, are y’kidding me?”

he hums and stands, picking me up and carrying me bridal style. “let’s go!”

“jj, put me down. right now. not joking.”

he chuckles, bringing me into the living room of the chateau. i squeal as he throws me onto the couch (gently.)

“where is everyone?” i ask.

“d’you think we were going with them?” jj asks.

i can’t help but feel disappointed. sure—i love my boy—but i also kind of wanted to hang out with my friends too.

“yes, to be honest.” i smile. he shrugs.

“yeah, they’re coming. i just don’t know where they are.”

i nod and he sits down next to me, hand on my thigh. he grins. “in the meantime…”

i send him a smirk as his hands trail upwards and he leans in for a kiss. he starts leaving kisses going down my neck, causing me to moan until—

“eww,” john b shields his eyes from his vision.

i look up to see john b, sarah, kie, pope, and cleo all staring at us. i cover my face with my hands in embarrassment.

“no way they were trying to fuck on jb’ s couch…” kie whispers to sarah who lets a giggle leave her lips at this.

jj rolls his eyes. “what? not like it hasn’t happened before.”

before i could even think, i slap him across the face. “jj!”

he chuckles as the group stands in awe. john b lets out a fake gag and pops screams.

“you gotta clean that, man. john b doesn’t play,” cleo suggests.

“true. clean it when we get home. everyone get your surfboards.”

jj gave me a smirk before helping me up off the couch and taking me outside to grab the surfboards.

as i reached to grab mine, he simply smacked my hand away and nodded. “go get us a seat in the car. i’ve got it, mama.”

i nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek and making my way to the twinkie.

i fiddled with your fingers impatiently as john b climbed into the car. he leaned over to pope who was sat in the passenger seat and whispered, “they’re obsessed.”

pope didn’t say anything. he only leaned back and looked at me, then nodded.

“fuck you guys…” i mumbled.

kiara giggled as cleo and sarah slid in next to her. “you are obsessed, y’know.”

i shook your head. “i love jj and when he’s clingy, but it’s mostly him.”

“oh, so you’re not clingy?” john b teased.

“i mean.. i am… like i love being close to him, but you know how jj is. he always wants to be with me. if i’m changing, bathing, studying, eating…”

john b turned around, suddenly looking shocked. “wait… do you not like it?”

“i love that he’s like that. but sometimes it makes me worry. we’re not always together. sure, i hate that. but what happens when he’s home alone or hanging out with you guys? i can’t imagine what happens to him.”

john b and pope looked at each other. “he fidgets a lot. a lot like you’re doing.” said pope.

i looked down at my hands, realizing i was picking at my fingers and seperated them.

“he always talks about you,” john b agreed.

kiara simply looked down at her lap, deep in thought. “the dude’s got it bad.”

i frowned. “honestly, so what? does it have to be a bad thing?”

“not when he’s with you, but when he’s without you, he’s a wreck.” pope sighed.

we all stopped talking when jj hopped into the car. everyone cleared their throats and i just stared at jj.

he beamed, seeing me and immediately rushed to touch me.

our friends watched us worriedly as we kissed. i turned to the front as he wrapped his arm around my waist. i felt hopeless.

“john b, didn’t you check the weather before hand?” sarah asked as the rain started pouring on us.

john b looked up at the sky, raindrops on his skin. “well of course i did, sarah cameron. storms are the best waves to surf on!”

i looked up at the dark gray sky as a boom of thunder and lightning added to the atmosphere, causing a pit in my stomach.

looking over at jj nervously, i noticed he was grinning excitedly, gripping his surfboard tighter.

he looked over at me, practically jumping with anticipation. “ready to hit those waves, mama?”

i stepped back. “j, i think we should stay back.”

“no way, bro. look at them! that’s the rush of your lifetime right there, sweetheart.”

i looked at the life in his eyes and i knew. i knew he would surf the waves no matter what i told him. but i still wanted to try. “baby, please. look how dangerous they are.”

he shook his head. “come on, pretty girl. let’s go before they die down.”

“jj, no. i’m not risking getting hurt. do you see them?”

“‘course i see them! they’re beautiful. come on, baby, please.”

the pogues were watching us intently. kiara finally spoke up, “it’s not a big deal. jj surfs waves like these all the time.”

i gave her an incredulous look. “fine. then if jj wants to ride those waves, then he can do it without me.”

“n—no, baby, please come surf with me. ‘t’s what we came here to do!” he begged.

i ripped my hands out of his hood and walked back toward the twinkie, shaking my head. “no way i’m going to get hurt.”

sarah sighed and looked at our friends apologetically. “me… me too. those look dangerous.”

kie rolled her eyes. “come on, guys. p4l? what happened to that?”

i shrugged. “there was never a rule about having to surf deadly tides.”

sarah agreed and followed me to the twinkie.

for the twenty minutes, i’d been watching our friends nervously. cleo and pope had backed out at the last minute and climbed into the twinkie with us, flinching at every lightning strike.

i had to admit, i felt pretty shaken up by the storm, too, but i was more concerned about jj. i watched as he tiptoed on the surfboard and held my breath.

“what the hell is wrong with him?” sarah asked. “he’s going to kill himself.”

“stop, shut up, sarah,” i couldn’t help but say. she frowned and leaned back in her seat.

obviously jj looked hot right now. the wind from the storm blowing in his hair, the curve of his abs as he positioned himself on his surfboard…

i watched as he jumped. a wave came in between him and the surfboard at that exact moment, knocking him into the air and being pulled under a wave.

“holy shit!” pope screamed. i didn’t even think before i sat up and opened the door of the car, running into the pouring rain.

“jj!” i screamed.

he was so far out that i feared i wouldn’t get to him in time. the waves pounded my face over and over again, pulling me down. i fell to my knees at the shore but i stood immediately, jumping over the waves that took my breath.

there was a wave that pulled me under water, but when it happened, i resorted to swimming. he was still so far way. my baby.

“jj!” i sobbed through the saltwater.

i somehow realized john b and kiara were still surfing. they hadn’t noticed jj and i knew surfers get pulled down all the time. i knew it. i was a surfer myself. but jj was surfing storming rides. he was in an area away from john b and kie where the waves pounded harder.

he was still under the water. i lost where he was, but i paddled to where i remembered he was.

once i got there, i coughed the water out of my lungs as i cried, “J!”

“ahh!” i screamed as a wave came down on me.

i was pulled underwater. i felt sand and rocks and seashells make their way under my bathing suit. i kicked and screamed, but i had to remain calm until the wave let me out.

finally, it did.

i saw him. he was floating helplessly on a wave as they were starting to calm down. “jj!”

his board was somehow still attached to his feet. water gushed from his mouth. i forced him onto the surfboard and tried my best to get him onto the shore.

the waves crashed over us, and i let out multiple cries, praying they wouldn’t hurt him.

“jj, please…” i said as i finally made it to the shore. i pulled his surfboard up the beach and tried my best to press down on his chest.

i looked down at his stomach and saw a huge red gash that was now starting to fill with sand. i looked back at his surfboard and saw blood on the surface.

“shit… jj!” i sobbed. he didn’t even wake up. i reached up to his neck and felt for a pulse, but i felt nothing under my fingertips.

“jj, wake the fuck up, now.” i cried.

i didn’t know how to do cpr, but i still tried my best. i blew into his mouth and continued to pump his chest. nothing happened.

tears rolled down my cheeks, staining his face and chest.

suddenly, it felt like everything was in slow-mo when sarah and pope came to help me.

pope slapped him across the face over and over again.

“j…” i sobbed. “jj, please, please wake up.”

more shouting was heard when john b and kiara made their way up the shore.

cleo came with a wash cloth and held it over jj’s cut, wiping a little bit of blood. “shit, man.”

“jj, please wake up… i love you so much.” i cried. i leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

“what the fuck happened?” john b asked, trying to shake jj awake.

“cough it up, j, please!” i sobbed. “i wish you didn’t do all this damn weed.”

“shit!” kiara screamed as she started pacing. “how… how do i help?”

“JJ WAKE UP!” i screamed. i let my voice drop to a whisper. “please baby.”

“these damn sensitive lungs,” cleo joked, but her smile was weak.

“kie, call an ambulance, hurry!” sarah cried.

“ambulance, okay. i can do that,” kie replied, pulling out her phone. “yup. i can call an ambulance.”

“we’re on the damn beach, sarah, how i’ll an ambulance get down here?” pope yelled.

“um… okay…. ask for life flight,” john b yelled. “hurry!”

“jj! please, please, jj…” i sobbed. pressing down on his chest, i cursed over and over again.

“hi… hi, yes, my name’s kie… um. i need a life flight immediately to the beach. uh, yeah track the location. there’s been a major surfing accident and you need to hurry because he’s dying and i don’t know if he’s dead already or not!”

“j, please…”

“come on, rude boy, pull through, you got it!” cleo yelled.

“jj, please hang on, okay?” i whispered in his ear, hoping he could hear me.

i held his hand and listened to the heartbeat monitor. it was beeping slowly. they were lines that were very close to straight lines.

“my baby. you’re gonna be okay, j,” i whispered.

kie put her hand on my shoulder. “the doctor’s coming.”

“okay.”

i didn’t move, though. she smiled. “he’s going to make it.”

happy tears rushed down my face. i looked around at my friends and we all immediately rushed to each other. we all were crying. i hugged everyone individually before returning to the chair i was sitting on.

“but there are a few problems,” the doctor clarified, tapping her clipboard. “he has a concussion and a broken wrist. he has to get surgery and stitches on his stomach.”

my heart clenched. my poor baby. i leaned down and kissed his forehead. “i’ll sign paperwork for everything.”

“you are going to sign paperwork?” the doctor asked. “i’m afraid only legal guardians may sign any paperwork.”

i looked at my friends solemnly. “ma’am i’m afraid his father won’t be able to sign it.”

“then his mother?”

“his mother is gone, miss.” i bit my lip.

“oh. well i don’t know what to say. why can’t his father sign it for him?” she asked.

tears rushed to my eyes. “his father wouldn’t want to sign anything that makes sure his son id healthy and safe. he’d probably just scold him and hurt him for pulling a stunt like that.”

the doctor pursed her lips. “i see.”

“so can i sign the paperwork?” i begged.

“i suppose so.”

i stayed up all night to make sure jj was okay. he slept pretty well. he hasn’t woken up last night, but the doctor said he would wake up in the morning.

i reached over to brush his hair out of his face. i traced circles and patterns on his cheek, peppered kisses on his bare skin, but he still slept soundly. i frowned and rolled over, going to let myself close my eyes for a little bit.

twenty minutes later, i felt an arm snake around my waist. as i was pulled closer to my boy, i turned over and grinned happily.

i was bent with the most beautiful eyes ever, grinning back at me. i immediately kissed him passionately, drowning myself in his lips. when i finally pulled away, i brushed the hair out of his eyes. “jj, oh my gosh.”

“hey, pretty girl,” he grinned. he kissed my cheek and i tightened my arms around his neck.

“i am so mad at you right now, you have no clue.”

“why?” jj asked.

“you know why…”

“i do…”

he smirked. “perhaps i should make up for it?”

“perhaps you should.”

a/n: sobbing banging my head off the wall

i was gonna make it so jj died but i decided not to.

this is so sad tbh

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x routledge!reader #obx imagine #obx fic #outerbanks #obx #outerbanks fic #outer banks

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i-amm-mj · 10 months

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Convenience - Katsuki Bakugo x Reader - Angst

Part 2 here!

You just rejected Katsuki Bakugo´s marriage proposition after 3 years of relationship in front of a full restaurant... The reason? You know he doesn´t love you, at least not as much as you love him.

And you know that because he mentioned twice that he hasn´t contemplated marriage on his short-term plans. The first time he mentioned it, you both were having breakfast. He said he didn´t want to get married, not before he got to the Top 3, and right now he were the fourth, but his agent and the press have been pressuring him to get married and start a family because Deku, the Number Three hero already did, which was helping him to get the approval of the citizens. “There´s nothing better than a man of family to protect civilians” they had said.

You are sure Deku got married because he wanted to. Everyone noticed how in love he was with his wife when he started to cry after seeing Ochako in the beautiful dress you and the girls helped her choose. And you are sure of what Katsuki thinks too... You know him too well to know that the explosive blonde would never waste the opportunity to compete with Deku and show him that he was better than the “fucking nerd”... and as a girlfriend, you were good with it. You admired Katsuki and were proud of him for being so compromised with his dream. You just never thought that he would use you to achieve it and it hurted you... it hurted you so bad that when he kneeled in front you, you started to cry, but not because of happiness, your crying was a product of sadness.

In other conditions, Katsuki proposing to you would have been the happiest moment of your life and you would have accepted him without any doubt. You really wanted him to be the man next to you at altar and the father of your children, but it seems that to him you are just a ladder to help him escalate the ranking, and you were not going to take it. You had dreams too, you wanted to do things by and for yourself and he didn´t considerate that at all... so you just left the restaurant without saying a word and headed straight to your apartment to cry even harder to your bestfriend...

“Are you sure you are not overreacting?” your bestfriend asked through the phone “I mean... you´ve been together for 3 years now...” But no, you weren´t overreacting, you heard him yourself, but you didn´t want to remember the second time he mentioned it and his hurtful words.

It was one week ago, when you finished your shift and headed to his office just like any other day. His secretary had gone home a few minutes before so there weren´t anyone to announce your presence. When you were ready to enter his office you stopped, there were voices coming from it. You recognized Kirishima and your ex-boyfriend´s.

“C´mon, man” Kirishima said “It´s not that bad. The press said that i look ridiculous in swimsuit and haven´t take it so seriously, they say shit all the time about everyone”

“Those fuckers have been up my ass for four months since that nerd and Ochako got married...” Katsuki groaned “They even dared to say that marriage could help with my image of an asshole”

Kirishima laughed “Yeah, that could be true, but you can´t force yourself into a marriage, can you?”

“Not with her at least” he murmured. Was he talking about you? You felt the pain in your chest but tried to ignored it, Katsuki would never talk about you like that, wouldn´t he?

“Of course not! You couldn´t do that to Y/N” Kirishima protested.

You then knocked the door, panic crawling your skin at his words: He was talking about you... and you didn´t want to know the rest. Your brain was processing. Did you really hear that? No, it was not possible. You have been together 3 years, he must love you. He wouldn´t say something so crude. You were in denial, yeah, he was just chatting with his best friend, it was just and inocent conversation between two legally single men, the type you would have with your best friend too.

Ten seconds later he let you in. You fixed yourself and put on the best smile you could offer.

“Hi, honey” you said “You ready to go home?” When he heard your voice, Katsuki got up from the chair and a grin appeared on his handsome face, matching yours.

“What´s up, pretty girl?” he walked towards you and gave you a kiss on the lips “I´m ready when you are ready”

You were now laying on your bed. Remembering. Crying. It was really hard to know that Katsuki Bakugo didn´t love you that much. And you really didn´t get it. You were sure of his feelings for you for a long time now, but all this happened so quickly that it didn´t give you time process it. You weren´t sure why Katsuki would do this to you...

#bnha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou angst #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki bakugo angst #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha bakugou

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year

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For a little Eddie blurb, the word of choice is lake.

700 words of soft eddie comfort after a heartbreak coming right up. mention: you wear eddie’s shirt.

best friend (maybe more one day) eddie munson x fem!reader.

He found you at the lake. Hair only partially dried, one of his ratty old Hellfire tees draped over your ripped shorts, sandals tossed haphazardly beside your hip. Saw your feet where they dangled over the dock. Toes dipped into water up to the ankles.

Your shoulders were slouched, arms folded around yourself.

And his heart ached, the deep kind that burned in his gut, made him angry because he knew you were hurting. For weeks you’d talked about the guy you were seeing. Someone you met at a coffee shop, a nice guy, the kind you’d had these little hearts in your eyes for that would appear whenever you talked about them.

Until he wasn’t a nice guy. Until he stood you up. Left you by yourself at Enzo’s. A girl in a dress, with nothing but love to give to someone who never earned it to begin with. A girl who loved those around her and never expected anything back, but damn it, Eddie thought you deserved the world.

That guy hadn’t been worthy to know you, clearly. Because anyone who knew you would be able to see that a heart such as yours, with a love so deep it couldn’t be contained, should be celebrated. Appreciated. Tended to, coaxed out into the light, given the space to grow.

Eddie hated him without even knowing him. Wanted to kick his ass into another dimension, but pushed that longing aside to seek you out. To try and remind you that the things people often foolishly overlooked were the things that he loved most about you. Wanted to love you back into the light in the only way he knew how.

The only way he could.

“Knew I’d find you here,” he said, Reebok-covered feet kicking at a rock before he’d settled down beside you. “I always come here too when I need to get away.”

You said nothing, and that was fine. His fingers tapped along the wooden beams below. Tugged at the fraying hem of the shirt falling over your thigh. Still water-logged and see through from the drenched swimsuit beneath.

“Went for a swim?” He asked, tipping his head back to look up at the sky.

Eyes squinted against those harsh summer rays. Warmth seeped into his black tee, but he’d endure the elements if it meant seeing even the barest hint of a smile across your lips.

“I needed to clear my head,” you murmured softly, voice thick and hoarse with unshed tears. He heard the sniffle that followed. The shaky exhale.

“Wanna talk about it?”

He turned his head to look at you. Watched in agony at the way your face crumpled. At the further hunch of your shoulders. His fingers curled around your kneecap. Shifted you just enough to draw your attention to his face. He tried the question again, and you shook your head. Brushed at your eyes as if he hadn’t seen the glimmer of tears on your sun-warmed cheeks.

“Do you want me to hold you?”

You nodded, and like he often did when you were sad, tired, or afraid, he hiked your thighs over his lap. Curled a hand around the bends of your knees and tugged you closer. Your body sagged against his chest, your side against his front, arms around his waist.

“He’s an asshole, you know?” He whispered against your hair. Felt your forehead dip further into the space beneath his jaw. “Anyone who knows you knows your heart. And anyone who would want to break that doesn’t deserve your time.”

You burrowed closer, arms winding tighter, knees curling into his abdomen.

“You know I love you, right? All of you. Even the parts you think people would hate. I see them all and I wouldn’t trade them for anything,” he explained, tucking your head closer to his chest. “You know why?”

You inhaled shakily. “Why?”

“Because they make you you,” he whispered, feeling you smile against his skin. “And I think you’re pretty fucking great.”

You remained silent for a while, and he’d allow it for however long you needed, for however long you wanted. He’d hold you forever if you asked him to. But you exhaled and fisted his shirt in your hand, tipped your head back a bit, and beamed.

And his heart splintered, because you were like literal sunshine to him.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”

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Could I get a "dating ------- would include" for rafe...??? Please?

Dating Rafe Cameron Would Include…

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY

Warnings: Sexual allusions, language, not proofed

- princess treatment frfr

- being the kook prince’s girl has its perks

- Rose and ward love you

- Wheezie is totally your best friend

- You met through Sarah so you are basically besties with the entire family Cameron family

- Will not let you go ANYWHERE near Barry.

- Not. At. All.

- You randomly called him Rafey one day while drunk

- He fell more in love with you after that

- He gets so sad when you use his real name

- Sometimes when he gets drunk he’ll ask you to call him rafey

- So clingy when he’s drunk

- And when he’s high

- HIGH SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Oops

- Always has to have his arm around you

- Or his hand in your back pocket

- Or on your thigh

- Or you on his lap

- This man’s love language is physical touch!!!!!

- You’re the only person he can be vulnerable around

- It breaks your heart when he calls you at 2am crying

- “Rafe? What’s wrong?”

- His voice was so small.

- “Can I come see you?”

- “Of course”

- He was at your house minutes later, wrapped in your arms

- You showered him with love as tears streamed down his face

- He fell asleep in your arms that night

- And the several times after that

- He loves how you are always there for him after an altercation with Ward

- From then on, you despise Ward

- When you come to Tannyhill, you are almost always in the pool, the balcony

- Or Rafe’s bedroom

- He fav ofc

- Let’s be honest here…

- Rafe is a fucking Dom.

- You can’t change my mind

- He’s down for ANYTHING.

- But always a consent king

- He’s so mf kinky too

- Choking? Yep

- Edging? Sure!

- Semi-Public sex? Totally.

- He wants to handcuff you so bad

- Pls do it

- You manage to help him with his cocaine addiction

- The process was BAD but you knew he could do it

- So proud of him when he got through it

- Rafe will kiss you everywhere

- He always expects a greeting kiss and a goodbye kiss

- Will POUT if he doesn’t get his goodbye kiss

- A baby about it actually

- It’s really cute, tho

- He’s never loved anyone as much as he’s loved you

- He tolerates Midsummers because he knows you’ll be there with him

- And goddamn you just look so good

- Movie nights all the time

- His fav genres are horror and action

- Gym dates

- Is it really a date if he’s staring at your ass? Or if you aren’t working out and just watching him?? No?? Oh well

- You go on long drives together, just talking and listening to music

- YOU GET HIM TO FINALLY UNDERSTAND BLM AND HE TAKES THE GODDAMN BLUE LIVES MATTER STICKER OFF HIS TRUCK (rafe u literally killed a cop why do u have it????🤧🤧)

- Hand on your thigh obvi

- Or if you’re driving he will link his pinkie with yours on the steering wheel

- He will randomly say something sexual

- Literally you’ll be sitting with Wheezie watching a pure Disney movie and he’ll come up behind you

- “I’m so fucking hard right now”

- Like wtf do you do now??

- “Baby”

- “Sweetheart”

- “Princess”

- Mirror sex

- Wants you to watch what he does to you

- Golf dates

- He’s constantly trying to prove that golfing is a real sport

- You just love to watch him

- He’s not complaining, tho

- He loves the little outfits you wear

- Boating dates

- You wearing your swimsuit and one of his shirts????

- Bye. He’s dead.

- Totally wants you to get sunburned so he can be the one to take care of you afterwards

- You’ve managed to stop several fights between him and the pogues

- Mostly JJ

- “They shouldn’t even be here!”

- “They were invited Rafe. There’s nothing you can do. Just ignore them.”

- He buys you things

- Loves to spoil you

- He gave you a necklace with the letter R on it and you wear it everywhere

- Whenever he sees it?

- Feral

- Omg imagine

- Literally having sex with him and he sees the necklace wrapped around your throat

- FERAL FERAL FERAL

- geez

- Stealing his shirts is a must

- He smells so good

- Rich boy cologne

- I think Rafe’s the kind of boyfriend to buy the kind of perfume you wear to spray around his room so it always smells like you

- Awe

- After the whole Rafe saving the cross fiasco, you are taken amongst the pogues to Poguelandia and he goes insane

- Doesn’t sleep until you come back

- When he’s locked in the room with Kiara he kept asking her about you

- “Fuck! Rafe shut up! She’s fine!”

- Your reunion was at Tannyhill.

- He came back to grab his stuff and you had been at the house with Sarah

- You sobbed when you heard him, running into his arms

- His phone call was forgotten, as was Sarah

- All that mattered was that you were together again

- He vowed to never let you out of his sights again

- This list is so long omg I have to end it

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