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navybrat817 · 10 months

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I did not expect to be this aroused at 8am 🥴

I can perfectly imagine 40s bucky waking you up in the morning with his head between your legs 🤭

Okay. So this did NOT turn out how I expected, but I hope you like it!

When You Move, I Move

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky gives you a reason to not get out of his bed. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Oral - f. receiving, flirting, established relationship, touch of fluff, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: This was meant to be a fun-sized ficlet, but let's use this for Week 3 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents, shall we?Theme - Where do you want me? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The morning hues hadn't quite filled the bedroom as your eyelids flickered. Everything slowly came into focus before you remembered that you hadn't slept in your bed last night. The mattress beneath you wasn't as soft as yours, but you found that you liked the firm feel. Much like the figure beside you.

James Buchanan Barnes.

You took a chance to study the man who had you in his arms. Bucky appeared peaceful, his features relaxed and breathing steady like the beat of his heart as you rested your hand on his chest. Beneath the muscles under your fingertips, you found solace and comfort you hadn't sought out before.

Waking up beside Bucky was like trading one dream for another.

But you were almost angry at yourself for being in bed with him again. Almost. Before you, the man had a reputation for never taking out the same woman twice, which was evident whenever you happened to see him and his friend, Steve, out with different girls. Or when you caught a glimpse of a happy woman one day uttering his name, only to look downcast the next. You swore to yourself you'd never become one of them, which was why you turned the charmer down the first time he asked you out.

"You're breaking my heart, doll."

"No, Bucky. I'm stopping you from breaking my heart."

Hurt flickered in his gorgeous blue eyes before he flashed his winning smile and ran a hair through his light brown hair. "Give me a chance and you won't regret it."

You almost caved when he put his hand over yours. It wasn't fair that he was so handsome. And, to be fair, you only heard kind things about him from the girls he took out. That he was a gentleman who paid for everything and treated them well.

He just didn't take them out again.

"Ask me again tomorrow," you said, pulling your hand out from under his and not giving it another thought.

Until he showed up the next day with a flower in hand.

"Go out with me? Please?" he asked, his brows furrowing when you didn't answer. "It'll be a double date, if that makes a difference."

"One date," you replied, disappointed in yourself for how quickly you gave in. It wasn't your intention to accept, but it was just one night and you found yourself smiling when his eyes lit up. "And it better be a good date."

"Only the best for my best girl."

Your heart skipped a beat despite the logical protest in your mind. "I'm not your best girl."

"You will be," he promised with a smile.

Bucky had a penchant for looking good no matter what the occasion called for, but seeing him in his blue suit and slicked back hair when he picked you up made your heart stop. You seemed to have the same effect on him, his eyes slightly wider as he took the sight of you in your dress. You took special care in choosing the right one and it paid off.

"You look beautiful, doll," he breathed, taking your arm once you were at his side. "Making me feel like the luckiest guy in Brooklyn."

And, for once, the rumors were true. Bucky was a complete gentleman throughout the date, holding open the door and pulling out your chair for you. Instead of focusing on himself as one would expect, he hyped his friend, Steve, since it was a double date. The man was much smaller than Bucky, but just as kind. It pained you that his date didn't give him a second glance.

You could tell by the look in Bucky's eyes as the night went on that it hurt him, too.

"Just once, I wish one of them would see how great that punk is," he told you during your first dance together.

The many double dates suddenly made sense.

Though Bucky felt bad for his friend, it didn't stop him from treating you well or showing you a good time. You found you hadn't wanted the night to end, wishing the two of you could share just one more dance. He was wonderful on his feet and you felt as if you were the center of his world as he gazed at you.

"I'm even better off my feet," he winked when you complimented you.

"You're trouble, Bucky Barnes," you giggled.

"Go out with me again and I'll prove the trouble's worth it."

You didn't believe him until he properly asked a day later. You barely managed to say "yes". How were you the first girl he took out again? What made you special in his eyes that he wanted to be around you?

"He really likes you," Steve told you one day, an affectionate smile on his face. "Jerk doesn't stop talking about you."

While your heart fell for him fast, your mind fell in slow motion. Thankfully, the two were in sync now. You were Bucky's girl just as much as he was your guy.

"Mmm. Morning," Bucky greeted as he began to wake, the gravel in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Morning," you whispered, snuggling closer for warmth. You weren't ready to face the day, but you had to eventually. "How did you sleep?"

"Almost perfect," he yawned a little. You never would've imagined such a normal reflex would be so adorable. "Would've slept better if you were in the right spot."

"Right spot?" you repeated, glancing around the bed in confusion. Were you supposed to sleep somewhere else? "Where do you want me?"

"Under me where you belong," he answered, rolling over so he was on top of you. He didn't open his eyes yet, but he had a smile on his face. "Much better."

"I like this spot, but I should go," you said, though you made no move to push him away.

"No," he mumbled, settling his weight over you more to keep you in place. How did he still look and smell so good in the morning? "Not leaving."

He sounded almost grumpy that you suggested it, which was endearing. "I shouldn't be here. It's not proper," you reminded him, but your protest was weak to your own ears.

He finally cracked an eye open with a smirk. "Neither is what we did last night. Or the night before."

You inhaled as the tingling between your thighs reminded you that while Bucky was a gentleman to you around town, he was anything but behind closed doors. He proved that was just as good off his feet as he claimed to be. You hadn't known anyone could properly ruin you, but he continued to surprise you in the best ways.

"No, it wasn't," you whispered when he opened his other eye. Heat pooled in your abdomen and you already sensed where this was going. "Bucky, don't give me that look."

Desire came to the surface more as he gazed at you. "But I'm hungry. I need to eat," he whispered, his lips tickling yours before they moved south in a searing trail along your skin. "You wouldn't let me starve, would you?" he asked, the sheet leaving your body before you could stop him.

"You'll never starve with me around," you smiled, your fingers threading through his hair as his mouth drifted to your breasts. You peeked at him through your lashes when he latched onto one of your nipples, your thighs trembling with anticipation as you gasped, and you forgot why you were trying to be rational. One look at him with his bed hair and half lidded eyes and you were gone.

Bucky released the hardened bud and blew on it, sending another shiver down your spine. "I also have something for your mouth if you're hungry."

"Bucky!" you giggled, his chuckle vibrating against your skin as he kissed further down your body. You'd never forget the first time his lips touched yours. You teased that you didn't want to inflate his ego, but that no one ever kissed you the way he had. It left you breathless, dizzy, and you knew you'd be forever addicted to his wonderful mouth.

The same mouth that convinced me to sleep without any clothes on.

You didn't bother to play shy as he ran his hands along your hips. Any innocence you had left before him was long gone. He took it and molded it into something else only shared between the two of you.

"God damn," he whispered under his breath as he spread your legs apart, licking his lips as he stared at your pussy like it was the greatest treasure he laid eyes on. "You're so fucking pretty."

"You're just trying to butter me up," you said, gripping his hair a little tighter as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Prettiest girl I've ever seen. I'd never lie to you," he promised, digging his fingers into your hip to keep you still when you began to squirm. How could you not under his heated gaze and touch? "And you picked me."

You swallowed hard, your folds wet before his tongue darted out to get a taste. "You chose me, too."

Something changed in his expression as he looked up at you, a softer look in his eyes as the morning rays formed a halo around him. He was both your angel and your demon, someone to tempt and care for you. Sitting up a bit more, you slid your hand to his cheek. The unspoken words hung heavy in the air between you and it was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

I love you, Bucky.

"You better hold on," he warned, his voice thick as he dipped his head back down. "I'm starving."

Your breathing grew heavier as he went to work, his tongue tracing every crevice of what belonged to him. He made you feel alive and beautiful with each touch. Watching his hips dip slightly against the mattress told you he was turned on almost as much as you were. It was still tough to wrap your mind around that some days that the mere taste of you aroused him.

"You're so wet," he murmured against your clit, briefly sucking on it as you moaned. Your nipples hardened almost painfully as one of his thick fingers traced your slit. Your body reacted strongly to him and he never once made you feel embarrassed by that. "This all for me, doll?"

A whimper left your mouth as you nodded. "All for you."

"I can taste that you're mine," he said, stabbing his tongue deep in your twitching hole. Your body shuddered, aching to feel him deeper as you tugged on his hair. You never realized you felt empty until him. Not just your body.

He filled your heart, too.

"Bucky," you moaned, trembling when he groaned deeply into your pussy.

"That's it. Keep saying my name," he ordered, the possessiveness in his tone making you moan louder as his finger breached you. "You're so soft. Never felt anything like you. Never will again."

You wiggled against the sheets as he flicked your bundle of nerves again with the tip of his tongue. You never understood how some viewed sex as something vulgar or unspeakable when Bucky made you feel cherished every single time. He seduced and moved you, like it was as natural as breathing. Maybe you were one of the lucky ones. You wouldn't take it, or him, for granted.

Although that mouth may kill me one day.

"Feels so good. Please," you whined, exquisite pleasure building up when he added another digit, a smug smile on his face when he lifted his head.

"One more taste and I'll make you come for me," he assured you.

"Bucky!" you cried, trying to keep quiet when his tongue slid back in beside his fingers. Each drag along your walls made your body twitch and you were sure you'd go up in flames if he delayed your ecstasy any longer.

"Come, doll. Get my face nice and wet the way I like it," he urged, repeatedly brushing that spot inside you with his fingertip that you were never able to find yourself.

Like the orgasms you experience with him before, it cascaded over you before it exploded. Every nerve ending came to life as you screamed his name and you had to cover your mouth to muffle the sound. All the while, he licked up every sweet drop of your release as it leaked around his fingers and tongue. He didn't let up until he got it all.

"Beautiful," he exhaled as he let you recover, your body shivering as he licked some of the shine from his mouth. He stretched over you after a moment and you caught a glimpse of his smug smile again before his lips brushed against yours. They were soft as you tasted yourself, showing you with his tongue exactly what he did to you.

"Mmm. Yes, you are," you mused, still a bit in your euphoric state.

He chuckled as he gave you another kiss, his cock hard against you. "Stay a little longer?" he asked in a soft voice.

Your heart thudded when he moved his lips to your forehead. Him wanting you to stay had nothing to do with needing his own pleasure. You wouldn't make him resort to begging because you didn't want to go either.

Proper or not, it doesn't matter when I'm in his arms.

"I'll stay," you whispered.

Bucky was right about one thing. Sprawled out beneath him was exactly where you belonged, just like the spot carved out for you in his heart. And you would try to remember that when the Army drafted him because he promised to never let you regret giving him a chance.

All he had to do was come home to you.

First sexy time with 40's Bucky and I hope I did it justice. Love and thanks! ❤️

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ezri261 · 2 years

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Personal Assistant...

Yandere Fatui Harbingers x Dom Male Reader part 3

Part 2

Warnings: Belly bulge, size kink, hair-pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, choking, cursing, pet names, creampie, nipple play, teasing, sir kink, overstimulation [tell me if I missed anything]

NOTE: This is my first time writing smut, so if it's bad, please don't mind it

"ngh-... Sir- I don't think we should- aGH! Be doing this..."

The two were currently at the place that Scaramouche was hiding in currently [yk, bc he basically disappeared after the gnosis disaster] and the so-called 'reward' that Scaramouche promised... Was this.

"Relax, don't you want your reward? You should be grateful that I'm even doing this to you, brat"

Scaramouche spat on (M/N)'s dick and started licking the tip, pre-cum already there

"You're turned on just by this? Pathetic"

He then proceeded to put his whole mouth in his dick, swirling his tongue around the base, (M/N) couldn't control himself any longer so he grabbed Scaramouche's hair and slammed into him, making Scaramouche gag.

"Fuck- Sir, your mouth is so good..."

"mngh!"

Of course, he couldn't say anything as he was busily deep-throating (M/N), he couldn't say it didn't feel good though.

The (H/C)-colored male suddenly felt something form around his stomach and he didn't want to cum yet... So he took Scaramouche's hair and pulled him up- And oh my... The face that he was making turned on (M/N) more.

"What the fuck are you-!"

(M/N) carried him to the bed and threw him there and immediately pinned him, with both of his arms at the top of his head.

Scaramouche was angered, to say the least, but it quickly went away when (M/N) started kissing and biting his neck, quickly forming a hickey.

"You idiot-! That formed a mark- ngH~!"

While Scaramouche was busy trying to get away from the male, (M/N) slithered his other hand under his shirt and started playing with his nipples.

"Sir, please let me."

"Tch- Fine, if you this doesn't satisfy me, then you're good as dead"

That's all it took for (M/N) to completely undress Scaramouche, leaving his boxers on, the cold air brushing over his porcelain skin.

"Hey! It's not fair that I'm the only one that's naked!"

(M/N) quickly undressed and immediately went back to kissing Scaramouche's skin, going down to his v-line.

He went to his thighs and kissed near his private area, teasing him a bit.

"Please..."

He tugged on his boxers and took them off, carelessly tossing them aside, making Scaramouche's dick feel the cold air, and honestly? It made him shiver a bit.

(M/N) got the lube from the nightstand [how convenient] and poured a generous amount on his fingers and prodded his finger at Scaramouche's entrance, wanting to tease him for a bit.

"God damnit-! Just put it in!"

"Shut up, slut."

"What did you just call me- o-oHh~!?"

(M/N) shoved his finger inside, making Scaramouche squirm and try to hide his moans

"mmph- ah.."

He was already close to cumming from just one finger, but don't worry, that's why (M/N) is here.

"If you cum just by this, I won't hesitate to leave you alone and deal with this yourself."

It sounded like a threat, and Scaramouche was not taking any chances- even if it ruins his pride.

(M/N) smiled to himself and kissed Scaramouche's forehead, telling him that he's a good boy.

He then inserted a second finger and felt a bump inside.

"GOD-! AGh~"

'Oh? So this is his good spot, huh?'

(M/N) started thrusting a bit faster and It made Scaramouche moan in ecstasy, making (M/N) smirk.

He started scissoring him so he loosens up more.

"Ple...Please...- AHg~! GoD- Put it in al- already!"

"How impatient... But I guess I'll do what you say, sir~"

(M/N) pulled his fingers out, making Scaramouche whine at the lost sensation, but it was quickly replaced with the taller male's dick sitting at the top of his entrance.

Scaramouche stared at it with wide eyes, wondering how it'll fit- Now he regrets being impatient.

"I'll put it in now, sir, tell me if I need to stop."

He slowly inserted his dick into Scaramouche's ass, it was tight and it made Scaramouche tear up from the fullness and how it was stretching him, it felt like his ass was on fire.

"Shhh, shh... You can take it, right, sir?"

(M/N) kisses his tears away as Scaramouche babbles incoherent words, making (M/N) only whisper sweet nothings into his ear, before fully bottoming out in Scaramouche.

Scaramouche arched his back before going back down, trying to catch his breath before looking down and seeing a bump on his stomach, well- not really a bump, it's more like an imprint of (M/N)'s dick.

"Oh~? Look, darling, it's me inside you."

(M/N) pressed down at his stomach, making Scaramouche groan.

He wiggled his hips, giving (M/N) a sign to move.

He kissed Scaramouche as he started moving, [as I am writing this, everything is getting blurry LOL] making both of them moan into the kiss.

"Go- AH- fast~er!"

(M/N) obliged and went faster, putting both of his arms on either side of Scaramouche's head to balance himself and not fall on top of the male under him.

Scaramouche, the supposed scary harbinger, broken down to a moaning mess, under a person who's an assistant, a person who is supposed to be under him.

But did he mind? No.

"hAH~ NGh... P-pleAse!"

"Please- hah... please what?"

(M/N) knew what he wanted, but he wanted to make the harbinger say it out loud.

"gAh~! Hha- Hah- breed me- fuck into me like you mean it!"

"Haha... How slutty of you, sir."

He pressed down on Scaramouche's stomach, making the male moan, even more, not being able to form a single word, and had tears rolling down his cheeks. (M/N) smirked at him and kissed his tears away, saying sweet nothings to him.

"Such a good boy, taking my dick so good"

Scaramouche could only moan in response, and it seemed like (M/N) didn't like his response, so- he trailed his hand towards his neck and started choking him, just the right amount where he could still breathe.

"I expect an answer."

"YE- YES~ I-I'M YOUR GAH~ GOOD BO-Y~"

Scaramouche started twitching and tightening around (M/N), meaning that he was about cum.

"Cum for me, baby."

With that, he released his seed onto his stomach, some of it going onto (M/N)'s stomach too.

But even with Scaramouche finally done, (M/N) didn't stop his thrusts, making Scaramouche try to squirm away.

"I- I ju-st came! MhN~ Pu-pull away!"

"You can take one more, right? Tell me you can, right baby?"

He nodded as he couldn't form a single sentence, he was already seeing stars from the overstimulation he was receiving.

"Such a good boy, just for me."

He pulled out and he switched Scaramouche's position, so now his ass was up, head down on the pillow.

He thrusted in roughly, making Scaramouche arch his back and moan into the pillow, some saliva dripping down.

(M/N) coos at him and pulled his hair and pushed him down at the pillow even more.

'Shit- I'm about to cum...'

His thrusts were becoming more sloppy as he was trying to chase his own release, making Scaramouche cry out in pleasure and pain, trying to chase his own release too.

"I'm cumming-"

"Inside-! Inside pl- haH~ Please!"

He thrusts in one last time and painted Scaramouche's walls white, while the said male moaned in ecstasy and came on the bedsheets.

(M/N) pulled out, seeing the white fluid run down Scaramouche's thighs, as the male plopped down on the bed, exhaustion taking over him.

The taller male caught his breath and cleaned up the mess before finally going onto the bed with the already sleeping prototype.

BONUS

While the two were sleeping, the smaller male scooted next to (M/N), making (M/N) unconsciously drape his arm around the smaller male

The ginger was looking for the (H/C) haired male and sees that he wasn't in his room, so he informs the other harbingers.

A/N: BRO, I STARTED THIS ON 11PM AND ENDED AT 12AM, BYE

Taglist: @kyaaii @sarahyumiko2 @yunadxd @yourdadisabitchboy @justakiro @leafinapuddle

Part 4

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thenewausten · 2 months

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Hi!! How are you? ^^ i really like your account, i love getting a notification for each post‼️

Imagine having a big argument with Quackity because he's not giving much attention to Y/N due to work ?

Hii! I'm fine! Ty <3 Thanks for the request!

Quackity Imagine: One more chance.

When you and Alex started dating, in 2021, you thought you'd last. You were wrong. Extremely wrong.

Alex was full of energy, passion and love. He was young and brave, smart and creative, so handsome you'd feel you wanted to die sometimes. But still, he wasn't perfect. Of course, he's a human being, he's not perfect and will never be.

But you didn't want perfection, you weren't perfect aswell. You just wanted a boyfriend that'd understand you, being by your side no matter what.

Alex wasn't that person to you. You couldn't take it anymore. You lost count of how many times you both fought about it. About him doesn't giving you the support you needed.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?!" Alex asks as he sees your face. It's raining, you didn't have an umbrella, you're soaked, cold, shaking and angry. "I told you I was coming, Alexis. I asked you to pick me up."

"I'm sorry, amor. I didn't see the messages." He says as you get into his apartment. "I was streaming with Cellbit and Roier, we were..."

"Alexis, I want to break up." You cut him off. "I don't care what you were doing."

"What do you mean, Y/N?" He asks, confusion and worry passing through his face at the same time."You're not being a good boyfriend to me, 'Lex. You're making me sick."

"What did I do?"

"Do I need to repeat it again?! You're not supporting me, you're not listening to me, you're not being... I need you sometimes and you just... Don't care." You vent, feeling all the anger, sadness and resentment you've been feeling for months. Stronger now.

"Of course I care, baby. I know I've been working so much, but I care about you." He defends himself from your accusations, you sigh, tired of having to explain the basics for the man in front of you.

"You're putting your work over me! You're always talking about QSMP, you're always working on QSMP, you're giving all your fucking attention to this project!"

"Because it's important to me, Y/N!" He raises his voice a little."Don't you dare, Alexis, to raise your 'fuckin voice to me right now." You respond, angrily. "You're such a selfish!"

"No, I'm not. You're the one being selfish here, Y/N." He approaches you as you laugh, not believing what he just said. "This project is my life, I'm giving my blood, sweat and tears for it."

"And you're losing me in the process." Your heart hurts so much as you say it. Because it's true, because it's hard to believe your relationship with Alex was ending. Man, what a 'fuckin situation. "I'm not a selfish person, I don't accept you saying that of me." Tears wet your cheeks as you look at the boy in front of you. "I passed at the University. The notes were published on the website yesterday, you didn't even asked me about it." You whisper, watching regret passing through your boyfriend's face. "Shit." He whispers as he closes his eyes. "I'm sorry, mi amor."

"It doesn't matter anymore. I just need to pack my things so I can leave." You tried to control your crying, but at this point, it was almost impossible. "No, it's raining. I won't let you leave with this rain. Please, let's talk, baby. I promise you I'll..."

"I'm tired of your promises, Alexis." You cut him off and watch his face turn into to pure sadness. Man, his heart is broken. You watch him sits on the sofa and starts to cry, covering his face with his hands as he starts to sob. His shoulders shaking in the process. Your heart is in pieces now. There's nothing in your chest anymore as you see the boy you loved so much in tears like this. "It's okay, 'Lex."

You approach him, putting one hand in his back, consoling him. "It's okay." You wipe your own tears as his hands hugs your waist, so tight, like he doesn't want to let you go. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He whispers. "It's okay. I don't want it to finish in a bad way. I still love you, Alex. I'll always do."

"Don't say that, please." He asks, looking at you with red and tearing eyes, the eyes you loved so much. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N." He whispers. "I love you so much."

"I know, baby." Alex puts you on his laps."Alexis..." He holds your face with his both hands."Please, amor. Give me one more chance. Just one. I promise you I'll change." He says it, looking into your eyes. "I'm sorry, amor. Eres mi vida. I'd never trade you for a Minecraft server." He whispers, you can feel his desperation in his voice."You already did it." You whisper, so gently."I don't want to lose you. What's the meaning of all my success if I don't have you by my side?"

"I don't know." You whisper."You're making me feel so alone, 'Lex. Yesterday was about me and where were you? My success isn't important as yours?"

"Of course it's, amor. I'm such an idiot. I'm so sorry about yesterday."

"It hurts so bad to be far away from my family, but it hurts more the fact my boyfriend doesn't seem to care about me anymore." Your heart clench with sadness as he wipes your tears.

"I care, Y/N." He whispers."I'm sorry I'm being so negligent with you." He says. "Just give me one more chance, amor. Please, just one more." He begs, looking into your eyes."I'll change, baby. Please." You feel his pain in his words so you hold his face with your both hands."You promise me?" You ask."I do, amor." He answers, looking into your eyes.

"Okay."

"Thank you, my love. I'm so sorry. Forgive me, please?" He whispers as he hugs you tight, kissing your neck. "I do, 'Lex. It's okay." You whisper. "No, it's not. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Y/N. I promise you won't regret it." He says, looking at your face. "I love you too, 'Lex. I know I won't." You give him a peck on the lips and he smiles. "Let's take a hot bath, corazón." Your boyfriend asks as he starts to get up with you on his lap. "Sure."

Quackity washed your hair, made you a hot tea and gave you some of his clothes to wear, you two went to bed to cuddle and discuss about what needed to be changed in your relationship. He understood your feelings, needs and thoughts and you understood his. He promised he'd stop putting his work in priority, recognising you, Y/N, was the love of his life and his life, not his project, it doesn't matter how much he loved it. He also promised he'd listen to you more, not being a dumbass selfish (his words).

You knew he'd change. You felt it. You felt how much he loved you, he was just so focused on work he wasn't showing it. He was suffering so much pressure from the public, he just... Wanted to give to people something they'd love. He never stopped loving you. He'll never do.

By the end of the night, you felt so much better, you were glad you gave your man one more chance. ❤️

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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lvrdrafts · 9 months

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From Crumbs to Complete Cinnamon

Summary: You are back in the bakery with Sam, when Bucky comes trying to win your heart again. Will you give in or stay with Sam?

Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide

A/N: Imma make a part 4 cus I wanna make Bucky suffer

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Few days later, you returned to the bakery, Sam had taken a few days off to stay with you and make sure you were alright. He had been a constant pillar of support during your recovery, and you couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

As you turned around and head to the cashier, you noticed Bucky standing nervously near the counter, his hands in his pockets, looking anxious and remorseful. The sight of him brought back a flood of emotions, the hurt, the anger, and the pain he had caused you. He was the cause of your problems and you didn't feel like hearing his fake apologies. Yet apart of you wanted to get him out of your life as soon as possible. You were finally happy and you didn't ant anything to take that away.

"Y/N, I know I messed up, and I'm so sorry," he began, his voice soft yet filled with sincerity. "I pushed you away when you needed me the most, and I can't believe I let you down like that."

Y/N glanced up at him, her eyes still guarded. "Words won't change what happened, Bucky," you replied, your voice tinged with bitterness. "You can't expect me to forget the shit that happened." You say as your blood was boiling, ready to yell at Bucky for all the pain he caused you.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Bucky confessed, "and I can't bear the thought of losing you. I don't want to waste any more time. Let's give us a chance."

Your frustration boiled over. "A chance? You mean after I almost died? Now you want to give us a chance?" you retorted, your voice tinged with anger. "Where were you when I needed you, Bucky? Why didn't you care about us then?"

Bucky looked taken aback by her outburst, but he pressed on. "I made a mistake, Y/N, and I'm sorry," he said, "but I've realized how much you mean to me, and I want to make things right. Please, just give me a chance to show you how much I care."

You shook your head, feeling hurt and betrayed. "I won't forget everything that happened," you said, your voice shaking with emotion, "and I can't trust that you won't push me away again when things get tough."

Bucky's eyes softened, and he took a step closer to you, trying to reach out for your hand. "I promise you, Y/N," he said earnestly, "I won't push you away again. I know I messed up, and I regret it every day. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself to you. To be honest you owe me for all those times I hung out with you while dating Diana"

Sam, who had been observing the conversation from a distance, couldn't stay silent any longer. He stepped forward, standing next to you, showing his support and protectiveness.

"Y/N doesn't owe you anything, Bucky," Sam said firmly, his voice tinged with a touch of anger. "She's been through enough, and she deserves someone who will treat her right from the start."

Bucky looked at Sam, a mix of guilt and remorse in his eyes. "I know, Sam," he said, "and I'm sorry for everything I've put her through."

"After everything that happened, I realized that I couldn't continue my relationship with Diana. It wasn't fair to either of us, especially knowing how I felt about you."

You looked surprised by his revelation. You hadn't expected him to make such a decision, but you listened intently, curious to hear what he had to say.

"I was using my relationship with Diana as a distraction," Bucky continued, "trying to bury my feelings for you deep down. But it wasn't working. The truth is, I've always had feelings for you, even when I was pushing you away."

You could feel Sam's reassuring presence beside you, and it gave you the strength to speak up. "Bucky, I appreciate your apology and you confession," you said, your voice steady, "but the stunt you pulled while dating Diana and then breaking up with Diana in a second, how do I know you won't do the same when someone else gets hurt by your idiotic actions. I need to focus on my well-being and moving forward, and that means establishing boundaries."

Sam placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering his silent support. "Y/N's made her decision," he said to Bucky, "and you need to respect it. She's with me now, and I won't let anyone hurt her again."

Bucky nodded, a mix of sadness and understanding in his expression. "I get it," he said, "and I won't push anymore. Just know that I truly am sorry, Y/N, and I'll always care about you."

As Bucky walked away, you felt a mix of emotions. Part of you was relieved that he had finally accepted your decision, but another part of you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for what could have been.

You turned to Sam, grateful for his unwavering support and love. "Thank you," you said softly, "for being here for me and for standing up for me."

Sam smiled warmly, wrapping his arms around you. "I'll always be here for you," he said, "no matter what. You deserve someone who will love and cherish you, and I'm not going anywhere. Even if other guys trying hitting on you"

In that moment, you knew that you had made the right choice. With Sam by your side, you had found the love and happiness you had always deserved. The pain of the past was slowly fading away, replaced by a future filled with love, laughter, and the comfort of knowing that you were finally with the right person.

As you leaned into Sam's embrace, you knew that you were safe and loved, and that was all that mattered

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heeluv02 · 8 months

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Cheater and Lover

Warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of cheating, break ups and heart breaks, sunghoon is a dickhead but also regret it, yn is heartbroken and so is jake. Lmk if I forgot anything!!

Genre: angst, fluff

Pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader x jake

NOTE: I started writing this on my main and left in in the drafts thinking I could still switch it to this blog but nope lmao so I had to transfer it over here so I'm hoping it did without any mistakes !! That's all, hope you enjoy <3. Also I got the divider from @cafekitsune !!

"I fucking hate you!!" You spin around and shout at Sunghoon. "I'm...I.." he doesn't know what to say, mind full of regret. "Why are you even still here??" Your eyes full with anger and tears. "I don't..I don't know" Sunghoon looks down, guilt showering over him. "I'm sorry" he says in a quiet, weak voice.

"Fuck you. I fucking loved you, you know that? And I fucking thought you did too but turns out I'm just your side bitch, hmm?" Tears start running down your face, still hard to believe that Sunghoon, your boyfriend of almost three years, has cheated on you. You were suspicious about the late night "meet ups" Sunghoon said he had to attend to with the guys but you tried not thinking much about it and thought that then is the only time they could've really done anything since their schedule was so busy.

But no. All this time he was meeting up with a girl. One of your friends saw them together and told you about it but you thought nothing of it. You knew...no...you thought you knew you could trust him, you thought you knew he wouldn't cheat on you. You thought you were his and he was yours.

You told Sunghoon you'd be out all night with some of your old friends to catch up, however you felt sick and had to go home earlier. That's when you caught the stranger on your boyfriends lap, making out with him. You felt your heart sink when you saw the two. You shouted at her, telling her to leave, before turning your focus to Sunghoon. After he admitted to what he did you found yourself here, yelling at him.

"You aren't a side..you're not a..I'm sorry" you hear him sniffling, crying and it makes you scoff. "I fucking trusted you, Sunghoon" You not using his nickname had him looking up at you. "yn-"

"Just leave" you cut him off. "I don't want to see you anymore" you turn around and cross your arms, more tears escaping your eyes. "I love you yn" Liar. "Give me another chance, please. I promise it won't happen again" he tries to convince you but you're smarter than that. You so badly want to give him another chance and run into his arms, feel him strong arms wrap around you and hear him tell you that it's okay, everything is okay. But you can't do that because you're only going to end up hurting yourself.

So with a deep breath you get yourself ready to answer him. "No, we're over. I can't be with someone who might cheat on me again, I can't." You try to say without letting out anymore tears. "Please, just leave" you say once more.

He nods, "I'll take my stuff tomorrow if that's okay". You only hum to let him know okay. He stands there for five seconds before leaving without a word. Leaving you alone, in tears. Good thing you had your close friend, Jake, in contact. You called him and told him to come over, when he heard everything that happened he never left your side.

He got you your favourite snacks and watched your favourite show with you, letting you rest against him. He knew you were in a horrible mood so he let you do whatever, he also didn't really mind cuddling with you.

When Sunghoon came by the next day you told Jake that you didn't want to see him and asked him if he could handle everything which thankfully he was fine with. He got all of Sunghoons things and gave them to him.

"You are?" Your ex asks your best friend. "Not a cheater if that's what you're wondering." Jake replies, giving him a blank stare. Waiting for him to leave. "Oh you heard" Sunghoon looked down, feeling guilty again. "I'm not here to talk with you, leave" Jake says, anger obvious in his voice. "Okay" Sunghoon says quietly before leaving with his stuff.

A couple weeks went past and you're still feeling awful. Not as bad as the first week but still not the same happy person as you used to be. You're so grateful for Jake being able to be with you for as long as you needed him.

"Hey, guess who got some food~" Jake walks in with a paper bad which smells so good. "Oh my god thank you so much Jakey, I'm starving" you sit up on your bed, patting the place beside you for him to sit. "No problem yn" he says with a smile as he sat down. You lick your lips as he passes you the food.

"You got yourself something too, right? There's a lot in here" you ask him which makes him giggle. "Yeah of course, silly" he says with a smile.

You both start to eat and put on another episode of the show you both have been binge watching together. "To be honest I didn't think I'd like to watch stuff like this" Jake says after taking a sip of his drink. "Really?" You ask him and he hums in response. "I'm glad you called me out of all people" he says as he smiles, turning to look at you.

"Yeah well I guess, you were the first person I could think off who I could...trust" The last word saddening you, reminding you of how Sunghoon broke that trust you had for him. Jake sees you getting sad and he quickly changed the subject.

This is how you spent most days. If you weren't sleeping in all day then you were cuddling with Jake while watching a movie. At some point Jake decided that you need to try moving around, going outside and getting out of this depressing state which caused a small fight between the two of you.

"I don't want to!! Don't you get it? Just leave me alone!!" You hate how sensitive you are now, crying over something as little as this. "Okay okay, I was only trying to get you out because I care for you" he says calmly. It broke your heart, giving out to someone you care for, who cares for you. "I'm sorry" you apologise and he's quick to comfort you. "It's okay, I know you didn't mean to yell" he said as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you.

"Why are you still here with me?" You ask after a good two minutes in the same position. "I don't know, I just...I gues I just care for you that much" He tries not making the real reason obvious. The real reason is that he likes you, has liked you but you were with Sunghoon and he couldn't. He still likes you but he wants to put that aside while being here for you.

"Makes sense" you mumble against him. This feeling feels so familiar and you hate who it reminds you off. Jakes arms wrapped around you just like Sunghoon would have whenever you feel down or he just simply would want to hug you. It wouldn't be fair to blame Jake for reminding you of him though, it's something you have to deal with yourself. Or so you thought?

"I'll help you get over him, I promise yn. Assholes like him don't deserve an angel like you" Jake stated. He doesn't want to let go of you, he wants to make sure you're okay.

Your eyes tear up at what Jake said. "Thank you, genuinely" you say as you hug him tighter before letting go and looking up at him. "You won, I'll go outside" you sigh and he smiles. "Good, we don't have to go anywhere far," Jake said with a smile. "Okay," you smiled back at him.

After getting ready to leave, you and Jake went on a small walk to the local park. You ended up actually being grateful for Jake getting you to go out. The fresh air and the pretty scenery made you feel at ease, and of course Jakes presence as always. There was a lake at the local park so yous decided to bring some bread with yous to feed the ducks and swans.

After feeding them, with no more bread left, you and Jake start to leave the park to go back to your home. "Thank you for bringing me out Jakey" you smile at the ground as yous walk. Jake smiles at the nickname you used. He always loves it whenever you call him that.

"No problem, yn. I know it'd be healthy if you went out, even for a bit." He says as he looks at you. You smile at his words.

After a bit more walking you finally reach your house. You both kick off your shoes and relax on the couch. "Wanna watch another movie?" Jake asks and you nod. He let's you choose whatever you want to watch.

By the time the movie was over you were already asleep, head resting on Jakes shoulder. He notices you sleeping and decided do carry you to your room, placing you gently down on your bed and covering you with the duvet.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, your hand tugs on his sleeve. "Jakey" you whisper out, half asleep. "Yeah?" He replies, "can you sleep with me? Please?" You continue. He's thankful that it's dark in your room otherwise you would've seen his blush.

"Okay" he says softly before lying down beside you and getting under the covers. He did expect you to fully cuddle him though. Yeah yous cuddles before but it wouldn't be like this. Especially when you're sleeping. Your head resting on his chest and your arm around his waist as you doze back off to sleep. He puts his arms around you and falls asleep too after a couple minutes.

It's been 2 months past and Jake has moved in with you. Nothing much has changed apart from the fact that you've gotten much better ever since the break up. But that's all, you and Jake are still friends and his crush on you didn't stop. If anything, it only grew.

"Ynnnn" he calls out to you from the kitchen and makes his way to where you're sat in the living room. "Yeah?" You ask as you turn your head to the direction of Jakes voice.

"There's a party that my childhood friend is hosting and he invited us!!" Jake said with a big smile, you always found his smile cute. "Oh??? What day is it on?" You ask, happy to see him all smiling. "Its in two days!! Wanna come? I can stay with you if you don't want to of course." He sits down beside you as he speaks. "No!! I definitely want to come, and even if I didn't I wouldn't want you to miss out on the party hehe" you smile at the boy.

"But-" before Jake can continue talking you cut him off. "Jakey, I'm doing much better now, I don't need you babysitting me" you joke, playfully rolling your eyes. "Ouch" he pretends to be hurt and you both laugh.

"I'm glad you want to go though!!" He excitedly says after you both stop laughing. You smile at the happy boy. "Yeah, I'm glad your friend invited us" you say softly with a smile.

After the two days it's the day of the party. You and Jake got a taxi to drives yous to the party Jakes friend was hosting. Once you arrive you thank the driver and pay them, then you and your friend leave the car and make your way to the entrance of the house.

"Wow" you say as you look around, the house full of people and music playing in the background. "Have you never been to a house party before?" Jake asks you as you both walk inside. "I've only been to one a long time ago" you say and bring your focus to Jake.

"Well then I'm glad you can experience it again" he smiles brightly. Suddenly Jakes childhood friend shows up and introduces himself to you and you do the same to him.

"It's really nice meeting you too, Jay" you smile at him. "So!! Yous can just chill and feel at home and most importantly have fun" he says confidently. You and Jake giggle and say thank you.

Jay shows where the drinks are and where yous can sit or play some drinking games. You and Jake go straight for the drinks. "I'll go find a place we can sit at in the living room" Jake shouts over the loud music and other people speaking so you can hear him. You nod and he leaves to said place.

As you get two drinks for you both you notice someone from the other end of the table. Someone you didn't expect to see and didn't want to see. You quickly grab both the drinks and leave to find Jake in the living room. You don't think the person has seen you, thankfully.

You smile as soon as you see your best friend and sit next to him on the couch, handing him his drink. "Guess who I just seen" you say quietly in his ear, loud enough for him to hear. "Who?" Jake shouts over the music. "Sunghoon" you reply. Again, quietly just incase someone overhears.

Jake looks at you with concern, "if you want to leave we can, I don't mind" he suggested but you're quick to shake your head, saying no. "I have a better idea" you say.

You tell him his idea which is to pretend you both are dating. You're not going to let your ex ruin your night. Thankfully to you, Jake agrees to your idea.

After about an hour or two you both are now starting to slowly get drunk. That's when you see Sunghoon and who looks to be his girlfriend, the same one who he cheated on you with. Rage is what you could describe how you feel now. They both sit opposite the couch you and Jake are sitting on.

"Kiss me" you shout over the noise. "What?" Jake asked out. "The plan, kiss me now" you take your eyes off your ex and look at Jake. Your friend realizes that Sunghoon was there and he does exactly as he's told.

He kisses you. Your hand goes to cup around the side of his neck and he brings his hand to your waist as you both start to make out right in front of your ex.

"Hey Sunghoon, isn't that the bitch you dated?" Sunghoons girlfriend asks him while nodding in the direction of where you are sat, making out with Jake. "What? Oh..." Sunghoon sighs when he sees you two. "What a whore" his girlfriend says and Sunghoon glares at her. "Don't call them that" he says angrily. "Why? They are. You're lucky you're dating me~ we should make them jealous" the girlfriend smirks at Sunghoon but he just scoffs and gets up.

"Where are you going?" She pouts as she looks up at him. "I need to be alone, don't follow me." Sunghoon says bluntly and leaves to step outside.

Meanwhile you and Jake pull away. You look at the direction where your ex was and you notice he's gone, only the girlfriend sitting there, now talking to another guy who's obviously interested in her. "I guess it worked" you laugh.

"Yn" Jake calls out and you look at him. "Yn I like you" he says out of nowhere. Not being able to hold in his feelings anymore, especially after that kiss. "As friends? Yeah I like you too!!" You say, obviously not getting what he meant. Jake shakes his head, "no yn. I like you more than a friend" he tells you and you don't know what to say. You shake your head in disbelief.

"No, we're friends...Best friends, you don't like me" you don't know if you're trying to convince yourself or him that he doesn't like you. "Yn please, I do. I like you so much, since before you and Sunghoon even got together." Jakes eyes start to tear up, not taking the rejection well.

"Jakey- Jake. I'm sorry but I can't, I'm gonna...I'm gonna go" you start to get up before you even finish your sentence. You take another shot before leaving.

As you walk out you see Sunghoon standing outside, looking annoyed yet sad. "Yn" he says as soon as he sees you. 'Shit not now' you think to yourself as you're on the verge of tears. Not only is your friendship most likely ruined with Jake, but also you have to face your ex.

"Are you okay?" Sunghoon notices your teary eyes. Although he did hurt you before, that never meant that he wants to hurt you or wants to see you hurt. If he could he'd turn back time and not do what he's done.

"Yeah, I'm...I'm fine." You sigh out a reply. "Did your boyfriend hurt you??" He asks out genuinely. "He's not my- why do you even care?" You slightly raise your voice.

"Yn...it hurts seeing you hurt, of course I'm going to care" your ex says truthfully but you try not to care. "Oh yeah you cared so much that you cheated on me" tears nor flowing out of your eyes as you speak. "This night was going so well until you came along" your words hurting him but he let's you continue. "Fuck you, why do you have to ruin everything" you say eith your voice shaking.

He comes closer to you "I fucking hate you" you continue but you stand still, watching him come closer to you. His arms wrap around your smaller figure as he hugs you. You don't even bother to move, tears running down your cheeks as you feel his warmth, something you missed so much, something that no one else can give, only him. You bring up your arms to wrap around him. "I hate you." You say again.

"I know" is all that Sunghoon says before hugging you tighter and you simply let him.

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shenachigans · 1 year

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LOST YOU — PT. II | Natasha Romanoff

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

CW: angst no comfort, mentions of cheating (Nat) and pregnant!Wanda, implied that Nat has a cock

SUMMARY: Natasha finds a letter after her recent mission

A/N: It could be read as a stand-alone too. I saw the requests for Y/n getting with another person, but this part two was kind of an accidental write. This was going to be a whole other angst oneshot, but it ended up becoming what it is not that I mind. Inspired by NIKI’s Oceans & Engines. I hope you guys enjoy this and I might but I can’t promise a part 3. Lemme know if you’d like that :)

WORDS: 1,793

Lost You — Pt. I

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Natasha had just returned to the compound after a four-month mission. The injuries and soreness from her body couldn’t compare to the mental and emotional damage that returned with her. It was a mission that could’ve cost her life if she wasn’t careful, and she couldn’t tell anyone about it per Director Fury’s orders. Ignoring the casual welcomes of her team, Natasha heads to her room. However, hesitance filled her when she held the doorknob and entered the room. She plops her gear bag onto the floor as the sight of a clean room welcomes her.

Her hands balled into fists to prevent themselves from shaking as she released a ragged breath. The welcoming scent that usually washes over her was no longer present and replaced with nothingness. Her bedroom felt lifeless, but she tried to shake it off, walking toward her bed when she saw an envelope. Natalia, my love, it says. She knew exactly who this was from, and her indifferent facade cracked. Sitting at the edge of her bed, Natasha looks at the ceiling, preventing the dam of tears that pooled in her eyes from breaking. She can’t cry. Not now, not forever, for this was her mistake. Natalia Romanova doesn’t deserve to cry after what she did.

“How long have you been cheating on me? With Wanda?”

“You could’ve told me you wanted more. I would’ve given everything up to make you happy. You just needed to tell me, not her…”

“Divorce papers are coming in a few days…”

“I was going to give you one more chance because I love you… but she’s with a child.”

A two-month affair that ruined her marriage and made a new life…all because she wanted more. Natasha’s selfishness and greediness caused her to lose you: her wife, and now, unfortunately, her ex-wife. She didn’t know why she did it, cheated. She had no romantic feelings for Wanda, nor did she. Natasha loves you with her heart. They were just using each other to fill their needs. She doesn’t deserve to hurt you. She doesn’t deserve you. She didn’t deserve to have you in the first place. Her insecurities got the best of her and led her to seek someone else for comfort. She didn’t want to become a burden, but it didn’t give her an excuse for doing what she did.

Natasha regretted many things and hated herself for not being enough for you and hurting you. She should’ve just communicated, even if talking her emotions out wasn’t something she was comfortable with due to her past. Natasha should’ve trusted you because she knew you would understand her, but the gnawing feeling in her chest, making her feel like she was drowning, prevented her from being truthful. She didn’t want to be weak in front of you because you had a handful on your platter. She didn’t want you to be fed up with her and her baggage, causing you to leave her. Her self-sabotage did the work for her, and it would take a miracle for you to return in her arms. Now, Natasha has to deal with more missions to distract herself and help Wanda with her pregnancy as much as she can.

The two agreed to co-parent the child, but emotional attachments toward each other were forbidden. Wanda was still in love with Vision and was still grieving for his loss. She felt awful for breaking your marriage, even if you kept reassuring her that things were meant to happen. You forgive her, but she knows you won't forget, and your friendship will never be the same. A pang of deeper guilt gnawed at her when you told her you would still be her friend. Wanda doesn’t deserve you, and certainly not Natasha. You had blamed yourself for not being enough for her when she was clearly at fault.

You left Natasha for the sake of her child. Raising another woman’s child, someone she cheated with at that, while having a relationship is not something you could handle no matter how much you loved Nat. You didn’t want things to get dirty more than it already was, which wouldn’t be healthy for the child so you left. Natasha doesn’t know if she could hold the baby when it’s born or even raise it with a healthy emotional relationship. Wanda’s pregnancy reminds her of her mistakes, but knowing you, you would never forgive her if she becomes cold and unavailable to the baby. You had always wanted to have children with her, biological or not. You wanted a family with her, but her mistake ruined everything you two had.

Natasha closes her eyes, letting the tears roll down her face from her train of thoughts and memories she shared with you. She will never be able to forgive herself for losing her world and solstice: you, but it’s been eight months since you parted, and Wanda was due in a month. She has to get her shit together and emotionally prepare herself to raise her child for you.

Natasha then opens her eyes and wipes the damp tears from her face before grabbing your letter. You must’ve relayed the letter to Wanda, and she placed it on Natasha’s bed while she was away from her mission. Natasha knew you visited Wanda often to check on her as a friend despite how much it pained you. You couldn’t let Wanda stress more about what happened while she was still grieving. It wasn’t healthy for her or the baby. Your other friends told you that you were too nice and that Wanda and Nat didn’t deserve your kindness after they hurt you, but you were just like that: kind. Being kind was the only thing you could do to be good about yourself and forget your own problems. Natasha had a love-and-hate relationship with your selflessness. She finally opened the letter with trembling hands, carefully not ruining the envelope. More tears fell as she read your letter aloud:

Dear Natasha,

How are you? I know this is sudden. Me writing a letter and all. I hope you’re not overworking and risking yourself on your mission, but alas, I just hope for your safety. I just wanted to say things about us... I would’ve talked to you in person, but Wanda told me you went on a mission. Hence, I’m writing you this letter. Very old-fashioned of me, huh?

I just want to start by saying that I’m sorry for not being strong enough to stay and mend our marriage. It was selfish of me, but I didn’t want to risk getting hurt again, and it wouldn’t be good for us in the long term. It hurt me to leave the person I love, but it was needed. I hope you understand.

You’re going to have a child soon, and though you might not believe me, I’m happy for you. You’ve always wanted a child. We both did. Sadly, I’m not the one carrying the future bundle of joy and raising it with you. Nat, I know you have regrets, and the child is not helping you overcome them, but please don’t blame the baby for what happened to us. As much as it pains me to say, Wanda is carrying your child for a reason. The child is innocent. If it’s too much for you, love the little one for me, please? I know you and Wanda will be great mothers. You’ve always had a motherly instinct, even if you tried to deny it multiple times.

Before you think I only wrote you a letter for the sake of the child, you’re mistaken. I thought about why you did what you did and how I could’ve done things to have prevented you from doing it. I also thought about how we would be now if I didn’t leave. Would we be mending each other, or would our relationship be worse than it is now? I hope it won't be the latter…

I don’t know what we are anymore, but I hope we won’t be strangers when we stumble upon each other in the future. I forgive you, Nat. Don’t blame yourself for what happened because I’m at fault too. I wasn’t enough for your needs, and I understand that. I understand why you did it, but it hurt me. I know you would never hurt me, but your needs needed to be satiated and I wasn’t there to fulfill them. I just didn’t think our relationship would end like this… Not that I thought that it would end…

I’m sorry for rambling; I just wanted to pour my emotions into this letter. I have so many questions, but I’m pouring them into the ocean for a new start. I’m leaving New York tomorrow. But by the time you receive this letter, I’ve already left. It pains me to say this, but I’m letting go. I’m giving up your ghost, but don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love you. That’s why I wrote you this letter. I guess this is where we say goodbye. I know you and I will be alright, but not just tonight. Please don’t go hard on yourself for what happened. Goodbye, Natasha.

Sending you my last ‘I love you,’ Y/n

Natasha was a sobbing mess by the time she finished reading the letter. Tears have watered down some words on the paper, creating abstract patterns with the ink when it dries. You’re moving on from her to start anew. You’re prepared to find someone else to call you theirs. When you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life and have children with them. She’s still part of your life; she knows that, but it’s not the same anymore. You said you’ll always love her, but Natasha knows it wouldn’t be the same romantic love you both shared. She can’t hold you in your arms…call you hers…and have her children anymore. Her future with you now belongs to your future partner.

She doesn’t think she can recover from her mistake. The guilt and regret will continue to gnaw at her heart, but she’s going to be strong for you. She’ll love her child because that was what you wanted. Natasha also wants to love her own blood and flesh. You didn’t mention it, but the letter was a silent message for her to move on too. It will take a while if she does, but she supports your decision. It was her mistake for letting you go first. As much as it pains her, she hopes you find happiness in someone else. She’ll try to be happy too, but Natasha will always love you.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’m so sorry for hurting you…”

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TIME CASTS A SPELL ON YOU BUT YOU WON'T FORGET ME | PROLOGUE

Joel Miller x f! reader

summary: fifteen years ago, amidst the filling of divorce papers and the broken promises of a happily ever after, the world collapsed. Amidst the ruins of cities and the remnants of dreams, Joel's search for his ex-wife began. No matter where he turned, the woman who had once loved him held him captive, a presence he couldn't escape.

warnings: the story's main idea is based on the lyrics from "Silver Springs" by Fleetwood Mac, so you can imagine what's coming... angst, fear, grieving, and complex feelings, ex lovers to enemies to lovers.

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Amidst the fallen world and dreams reduced to ashes, Joel’s yearning gaze travelled across the desolation in front of him. His sorrow manifested as an unbreakable search for the woman who had once loved him. Emily became an enigma he couldn’t escape, her presence lingering every thought of his fractured mind.

Each step he took felt like a revisit to a time where Emily wasn’t just a memory lingering like a tattoo in his chest. When they walked together hand in hand writing pages of a story that must have last forever. However, the same world that have just take his daughter away was whispering from the ruins.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the broken landscape, Joel's heartache deepened. The grief and the loss felt like a haunting melody encapsulation the ache.

"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me”

Joel’s realization deepened. The woman he was looking for was not a person but a reflection of the love they shared, an embodiment of emotions he was holding into in middle of the madness.

“You are divorced now,” the woman's voice rang out, the words etching into the air like a bitter truth.

Emily’s heart ached. The dreams of building a castle beside a prince were crumbling before her eyes. She felt like a stranger’s heart without a home and she smile faded.

Joel's gaze traced over her features, mirroring her ache with his own. Just one word from him and this could have been prevented, but the weight of his own pride held him back. He grabbed with the realization that he had let the chance slip through his fingers. But he was a man and men act dumb all the time, they often regret too late.

“You know what?” Emily's voice cut through his thoughts, “You will never forget me and you will never get away from me”

Joel's heart caught in his throat, he had a speech but now he was speechless, unable to offer a retort or even an apology.

“I will be forever an echo in your mind” she declared, almost casting a spell on him

Those were the last words she said to him.

The last time he saw her

The last time they spoke

Just a week before the world ended.

With Emily's memory as his guiding star, he resolved to continue his search, not just for her, but for him. Finding Emily was the only flicker of hope left for him, a remising he was still the same man as before, the one who loved loves her.

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ADAM'S AWESOME MIX — Adam Warlock

Summary: Adam is the new addition to the Guardians. Despite your disliking for him after what he caused, Rocket helps both to get along together.

Pairing: Adam x ex avenger!human!reader (no gender specified).

Warnings: little angst, some fluff. GotG vol. 3 spoilers. Language. Enemies to friends to lovers trope.

Word count: 1.8k.

Notes: this is longer than I expected whoops. Thank you to the anon who sent this idea, hope you like this! I picked some songs to write this fic that I truly recommend bc I love them a lot 🤲😞

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"Don't tell me truth hurts, little girl. 'Cause it hurts like hell". i. Underground by David Bowie.

You were not the one to deny a second chance to anyone who needed it. However, this time things seemed different.

Adam was in Knowhere with the crew, so that meant he had to get along with everyone, including yourself. Not being fond of the idea, you tried to avoid the golden boy as much as it was possible for you.

Grateful you were he saved Peter, that was certain. But your heart wasn't sure of giving your trust to the sovereign. Not after what Rocket went through a couple of weeks ago.

"Mind giving him a chance?" the Raccoon once said, while cleaning his guns after a mission.

You were left alone in the Bowie, so Rocket thought it was a good chance to talk to you about him. As the captain, he knew you were hesitant about Adam's staying in Knowhere and near the team. Immediately, your eyes felt watery at the words of your friend.

"He almost got you killed," you said, with fists tight. "Why are you so fond of him after what happened?"

Rocket sighed.

"Listen, I'm sure he never asked to be built the way he is. I know that more than anyone in this place. He deserves a second chance to know who the hell he is and do the right thing, and that's what we're doing, like it or not."

The Raccoon finished the cleaning of his guns and walked outside the ship, without letting you give an answer, not that you had one anyway. You just followed him and Adam was already waiting for Rocket, with his new suit, looking all-mighty, and as you always tried to avoid him, it seemed it was hopeless.

"Adam, thanks for waiting! Why don't you go with Y/n for a walk? I'm sure you'll learn a lot of things about Knowhere and human culture," Rocket announced with a joyful voice as if the previous conversation never happened between you two inside the ship.

Adam seemed caught off guard as much as you did but he said nothing as the Raccoon looked at him directly. Adam nodded energetically. His face gave away all his thoughts and his feet would not move from its place.

"Great enthusiasm! Y/n, go ahead! And that's captain's orders," Rocket said, walking away from you and the golden boy, who remained in the same place with what seemed a scared face.

Carefully, you came closer to Adam and an uncomfortable smile formed on your lips.

"I guess I can teach you some things about Knowhere and humans..."

Adam gave a gentle smile. "I'd love that."

"But before we start, I want to say I don't like you around, so I would truly appreciate you don't screw up this time. You're lucky Rocket is here, either I wouldn't be this kind."

Sadness took over the golden boy, his heart aching for some reason he didn't quite understand yet. He didn't mean to do what he did, he was just following orders and a foreign purpose, but you wouldn't take that as an excuse, would you?

"I promise I won't, thank you for everything."

You nodded at his words and immediately regretted saying this, but you had to set up boundaries before things got worse.

"The answer is in clear view, it's amazing what you'll find face to face". ii. Face to Face by Daft Punk.

And things did get worse.

But not in the way you thought they would be.

You were starting to like Adam. He showed you the way he saw life and reality through his eyes and short understanding. You also noticed the way he cared about Blurp, the small creature he adopted, and that was something that hit you. As weeks passed by, you would report to Rocket how the process of Adam's learning and adaptation to Knowhere and society in the galaxy was going.

Much to say, Rocket was starting to feel proud of how you were handling the difficult situation he put you through. The change in Adam was noticeable as time went by. You taught him about manners, human culture, books, music, and anything he found interesting and would ask a lot about every time he had the chance.

One night, you sat together on the rooftop of the old buildings where your quarters were located, Blurp sleeping by his side peacefully. Drax and Nebula were teaching some personal defense to the rescued kids in the city, and let's say observing them was one of Adam's favorite hobbies. Still, you wondered why he found small things and interactions so fascinating.

"Drax is very fatherly," Adam said and his eyes crinkled at how big his smile was.

"He is," you agreed. The golden boy noticed the sudden change on your face as if you longed for something.

"Did you have a father back on Earth?"

You avoided his gaze at his sudden question. Adam sensed a weird feeling coming from you.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," he apologized softly and you thought that was nice coming from him.

"It's okay," you whispered and after a moment of silence, you decided to speak. "I just- I lost everything. That's why I came here. A lot of my friends are gone, and I don't recall my family at all, I just knew them as my family."

Adam nodded and he hesitated to take your hand, lying on the ground. You were sitting so close, but instead of trying to get any contact from you, he followed your conversation.

"I heard from Rocket the name of your old team. He said you were a lot of help when Thanos appeared."

"Well, yeah, we did a lot of things," you chuckled to ease the situation. A small part of you wanted to ask about his people, but you decided to let him talk freely. "There was a lot of shit happening on Earth. But tell me more about you, could you? I've been saying a lot these past days, is your turn."

"I don't know if there's a lot to say about me, though," he joked. You smiled.

"Well, we have all night."

"All I know is that to me you look like you're lots of fun, open up your loving arms, watch out, here I come." iii. You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead Or Alive

After a few weeks, you accepted finally you liked Adam. Maybe a little more than that. Strange sensations you stopped feeling years ago appeared once again every time you were together. Denial was the first step, but you couldn't get through it, and the cliche butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he started to come to your quarters for his weekly lessons about culture and behavior.

When you became his teacher it was unknown to you, but you liked it and Adam loved learning new things as much as he loved spending time with you. He loved your company as much as he loved music, so since Peter sent a few things a couple of days ago from Earth, you decided to share a special gift with Adam after he stopped his prattling about the last book he read.

"So, maybe you know Peter sent us some stuff from Earth, so I wanted to give you something that I think you will love a lot," you announced taking a small box out of the cabinet.

Adam received it in his hands carefully and opened the box to find a small strange device. "What is this?"

"That's an mp3 player, and you can listen to music with it. Anywhere you go."

His eyes went wide open and a smile formed on his lips, resting his arms on the desk with the player and the small headphones in his hand. You turned it on and helped him to put on the headphones. Peter had created some playlists, so you picked the first one on the list and a song began to play.

Adam marveled at it.

"This is amazing!" he laughed. He picked one of the headphones and gave it to you, so you could hear the music as well. You Spin Me Round by Dead Or Alive was playing.

"I haven't heard this song in such a long time," you beamed, remembering your life on Earth. The weird urgency of dancing was growing on your body.

Adam got lost in the mp3 in his hands. He thought he discovered another dimension, something that would make him feel different, more like you. And it was heartwarming. He loved how you made him feel, how you two grew up to understand each other, the way you would listen to him whenever he had to talk about the tiniest thing he learned on the day... You certainly got him wrapped around your finger and you never noticed.

When the song finished, he stopped the playlist, taking off the headphone from his ear and you did the same.

"Thanks," he never stopped smiling. "This means a lot to me."

"Take care of it, we won't have a new one in some time," you joked.

Adam chuckled, placing the player on its box.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You already did."

"Yeah, I mean- we didn't have a good start-"

"That's in the past, okay? Let's just move on and I'm so sorry for being an asshole," you took his hand with yours, he seemed shocked by your small action as you locked your eyes with his. "This is more important."

Adam nodded with a smile, "I agree with that."

There it was again, that same feeling in your stomach, screaming and aching for you to make a movement. His loving golden eyes never looked away from you, and you came closer carefully until your lips brushed his cheek softly. Adam's gold skin heated up, he realized he liked the contact of your hand on his skin and your lips on his cheek.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked, afraid he might decline.

He read about kisses in books before, and he wondered how they felt. So without a word, he nodded and you leaned until you kissed him. And he kissed back, as shy as he could be. Adam hesitated for a moment, but he slowly melted into your confident and experienced touch, grinning into the kiss.

Once you separated, Adam held your hand strongly without letting you go.

"Wow," he breathed. "Can I kiss you back?"

"Kiss me as many times as you want," you giggled softly and pecked his lips. "We should make a playlist, especially for you, I will help you with that. Peter said he put hundreds of songs in this thing."

This was his turn to peck your lips gently with a smile on his face.

"Feeling excited already!"

#adam warlock x you #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagines #adam warlock fluff #adam warlock angst #adam warlock x y/n #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction

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reverie-starlight · 6 months

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heloo saw ur req was open!

Can i req smth like a fic? (or hcs if u prefer) of mammon x gn reader!

Basically where reader is the type that enjoys horror movie and never flinches or might even laugh at some jump scare bcuz they think it’s horrible or funny! and mammon is like ‘what?? how r they laughing??!’ while he’s shivering and clutching a pillow like his life depends on it..

YES OFC I CAN THIS IS SO FUN!!! PERFECT FOR HALLOWEEN <3

(I hope you can forgive me for taking so long to post it, my plan is to schedule this to be released ON Halloween hehe)

also I don't watch a ton of horror movies, so I'll keep it kinda general, but I hope you enjoy anyway!!!!

gn!MC, pre-established relationship with mammon, takes place in OG obey me.

HALLOWEEN MOVIES WITH MAMMON

okay so

at first when you say you want to do a horror movie marathon with him, he's hesitant

yeah, human world horror might seem a bit lackluster for a demon, especially ones centered around possession or summoning- they might even see some as comedies if the execution was done poorly

but possession hits a bit too close to home for mammon, and he's never been a big fan of horror in general

you see him hesitate and before he has the chance to hide his feelings and force himself to agree, you give him an out

"hey, we don't have to if you don't want to... I just thought it might be fun since Halloween is coming up and it's a fun way to get into the spirit of it all. I won't force you, my love."

and he almost takes it.

but then he thinks about how you were probably really missing out on human world holiday traditions... and he sees the bit of disappointment you're trying (and succeeding for the most part- if he didn't know you as well as he did you would have fooled him) to hide

so with a deep breath, he sucks it up and shakes his head. "no, it's okay. we can totally do that! pick a time and place and we'll binge as many as ya want."

your eyes light up and you grin. "really?! thank you so much, mammon! I promise we'll start off with some easier ones and work our way up! I'll go make a list."

he doesn't regret his decision one bit and appreciates that you're being considerate of his feelings

until he realizes that your definition of "easy" horror movies didn't exactly align with his.

the first movie on the list was not "easy" at all, and at first he thought you were pulling his leg a bit

until he saw that you looked almost bored whenever there was a jump scare

it was almost embarrassing that he was clutching the pillow as tight as he was, but you were so focused on the movie that you didn't notice.

you did make sure to periodically check on him in between scenes and during bathroom breaks, but he didn't want you to feel bad, so he put on a brave face that seemed to sway you

he somehow made it through the first movie, and the second, but by time you were on the third (still in the "easy" category, you had said), he felt mildly sick to his stomach

during the movies, you had actually laughed during a few of the scary scenes.

how were you so desensitized to the horror genre?!

he usually admired your bravery, but this was a whole other level.

this third movie had to do with a zombie apocalypse, and you teased him, saying it reminded you of that haunted house you both got trapped in forever ago.

he tried to laugh with you, but at that moment the main character came into contact with one of the zombies and he wasn't able to hold back his scream since his guard was down

suddenly he was hiding his face in your shoulder, and shivering in your arms

poor baby starts apologizing and shaking his head when you pause the movie to check on him

"mammon have you been trying not to let on you were scared this whole time?!"

he tries to deny it but you give him a stern look and he sighs, nodding, starting to shake less now that the initial shock had worn off

"I just wanted to make you happy! I know how much you must miss human world halloween traditions and I wanted to make it feel more normal for ya..."

you smile at him and cup his cheek.

"mammon, that's sweet, but I'm literally in hell watching horror movies with my demon boyfriend, it doesn't get more halloween-y than that for a human," you giggle when he pouts and you lean down to kiss it away

"and if you were scared, you could have told me! we can watch something else, it's totally fine. it's no fun if only one of us is enjoying it."

he reluctantly agrees, still feeling bad for "ruining" your horror marathon (to which you reassure him that he didn't ruin anything, and then apologize for not realizing sooner).

so for the rest of the night you watch horror parodies (which are definitely more his speed) and cuddle up together under the blankets until you both fall asleep, thankfully nightmare free.

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OKAY I really hope you enjoyed this, anon!!! and HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!

I tried to keep it as general as possible because horror movies really aren't my thing, but if you're interested in more spooky mammon content, I have a fluffy halloween fic coming later today (it may already be out depending on when you read this) and I promise the quality is a lot better than what I've offered here :')

#mammon x reader #mammon x reader headcanons #mammon x mc #obey me mammon x reader #mammon fluff

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Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part two

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @sweetz1919 @moonmark98 @sarahbaker2010 @ririi-3 @ryoujoking @hayley1998 @crazyunsexycool @Lettersfromyourlove (can’t tag last one)

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The next morning you were all up bright and early, ready to go back to searching for Sophia. Rick laid out a knife sheath across the hood of a car, which Carl had apparently found yesterday.

“Everyone takes a weapon.” He spoke.

“These aren’t the kind of weapons we need.” Andrea huffed. “What about the guns?”

“We’ve been over that. Daryl, Rick, Y/N and I are carrying.” Shane explained. “We can’t have people popping off rounds any time a tree rustles.”

“It’s not the trees I’m worried about.”

“Say somebody fires at the wrong moment, a herd happens to be passing by. See, then it’s game over for all of us, so you need to get over it.”

Daryl stepped forward. “The idea is to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she’ll be by the creek, it’s her only landmark.”

“Stay quiet and stay sharp.” Rick warned. “Keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other.”

“Everybody assemble your packs.” You spoke.

Rick turned to Dale, who was sitting on the steps of the RV. “Keep on repairs, we need this RV ready to move.”

Dale nodded, standing up. “We won't stay here a minute longer than we have to. Good luck out there.”

“Keep an eye on Carl while we’re gone?” Rick asked and Dale nodded.

“No, I’m coming with you.” Carl protested. “You need people, right? To cover as much ground as possible.”

Rick looked at Lori, who shook her head. “Your call. I can’t always be the bad guy.”

“Well, he has all of us to look after him.” You spoke up.

In all honesty, after Sophia went missing, you weren’t quite happy to have Carl far away from the rest of the family right now. As much as the woods could be dangerous, you would feel much better having him nearby.

Rick sighed. “Okay, but always within our sight. No exceptions.”

Rick and Lori walked away and Carl looked up at you, smiling.

You gave him a wink before getting serious. “Please don’t make me regret this. I mean it, you stay close to one of us always.”

Carl nodded. “I promise. Thank you.”

You nodded back, hugging your nephew before turning to Dale. “Please keep an eye on T-Dog. I’m worried about his arm.”

Dale nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I will, don’t worry.”

You smiled, heading off to get your backpack together for the journey.

…

You all had been searching the woods for a little while when suddenly, Daryl crouched behind a bush. Everyone followed his lead, crouching down behind him. Shane was the only one still standing.

“She could be in there.” Shane gestured towards a tent in a small section surrounded by trees and bushes.

“Could be a whole bunch of things in there.” Daryl responded.

Daryl stood up, slowly making his way towards the tent with his crossbow raised. You followed close behind, clutching your knife tight in your hand. Eventually, Daryl signaled for you to go ahead of him.

Approaching the tent, you tried your best to focus and listen for any noises coming from inside. As much as you hoped to find Sophia in there, you had to be ready for other possibilities.

Behind you, Rick whispered for Carol to come join them.

“Call out softly,” He told her. “If she’s in there, your voice should be the first she hears.”

Carol nodded. “Sophia, sweetie, are you in there?”

There was no answer, and you gestured for her to continue.

“Sophia, it’s mommy.” Carol tried again. “We’re all here, you don’t have to be afraid.”

With there still being no answer, Daryl, Rick and Shane came to your side. You took a deep breath, slowly unzipping the tent and pulling back the opening. As soon as you did, a strong smell of death hit you.

You began coughing, covering your nose. Inside was the corpse of a man, who had probably been there for weeks at this point. Daryl stepped inside the tent with you, grabbing a gun from the man’s hand.

“Daryl?” Carol called out.

Daryl placed the gun in the back of his pants, stepping out of the tent ahead of you. “It ain’t her.”

Carol let out a sigh of relief, Lori giving her a comforting hand.

“What’s in there?” Andrea asked.

“Some guy.” You responded.

“Did what Jenner said. Opted out.” Daryl added. “Ain't that what he called it?”

Your mind raced back the events of yesterday morning. After the last twenty four hours, it felt like forever ago. You hadn’t really had a chance to process it yet; the decision you had almost made. In a way, you felt like that might be a good thing.

Suddenly, bells began ringing in the distance, causing you all to look around anxiously.

“Maybe that’s Sophia?” You suggested.

Rick pointed to an opening in the brush, running forward as everyone followed close behind. Before long, you arrived at a small church.

“That can’t be it.” Shane spoke. “It’s got no steeple, no bells.”

Rick ignored him, racing through the cemetery. Reluctantly, you all continued to follow his lead. You finally made it to the front doors of the church, preparing your weapons. When you were all ready, Rick swung the doors open.

Sitting in the pews were five people, facing the podium. The sound of the doors opening caused them all to turn around, revealing that they were walkers. You all stared in disbelief as the walkers slowly stood up, making their way towards your group. Shane, Rick and Daryl made their way forward, taking out each of the walkers.

Rick began to call out for Sophia, as your eyes remained fixed on the scene in front of you. You were never religious, but this felt beyond surreal.

“I’m telling you, Rick. It’s the wrong church.” Shane spoke.

As if on cue, the bell began to ring again. You all raced outside, looking around. Finally Daryl pointed to a PA system on the side of the building, which Glenn quickly shut down.

“It’s on a timer.” Daryl shook his head.

Everyone remained silent for a moment, a sense of dread washing over you all. For the first time since Sophia had gone missing, you could feel that everyone was starting to lose hope.

“I’m going to go inside for a bit.” Carol choked out, turning around and heading back to the church.

…

A while later, your group stood outside the church with Shane approaching.

“Y’all are gonna follow the creek bed back, okay?” He spoke. “Daryl, you’re in charge.”

“Wait, what about Sophia?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest. “I know we’re all feeling discouraged, but we can’t just give up.”

“Rick and I are going to hang back here, keep searching for another hour. Just to be sure we didn’t miss her.” Shane responded. “We’re not giving up, no chance. I just think we need to rest and regroup.”

Daryl shifted his feet. “You’re sure about splitting us up?”

Shane nodded. “Yeah, we’ll catch up to you.”

“I want to stay with dad.” Carl spoke from behind you. “I’m her friend.”

Lori looked at her husband for a moment before stepping forward, placing her hand on Carl’s shoulder. “Just be careful, okay?”

“I will.”

“When did you start growing up?” Lori smiled, kissing her son on his forehead.

You hated the idea of leaving Rick and Carl with Shane. After that night at the CDC, despite all the history there, you had a hard time trusting him at all. You knew he was dangerous, but all you could do now was pray he would never put Carl in harm's way.

“Here, take my gun.” Rick spoke to Lori.

“And leave you without one? I don’t think so.” She responded.

“I have a spare.” Daryl spoke, reaching into his pants and handing it to Lori. “She can use it.”

Rick nodded, placing his gun back in its holster. “You guys be safe.”

“You too.” You smiled, both groups going their separate ways.

…

“So this is it?” Carol asked, sitting on a log. “This is the whole plan?”

You’d been walking for a while now and everyone was beginning to feel even more irritated. Not finding Sophia was taking a toll on everyone, and some part of you all were hoping you’d have found her by now on your walk back.

“I guess the plan is to whittle us down into smaller and smaller groups.” Daryl mumbled.

“Carrying knives and pointy sticks.” Andrea added before glaring at Lori. “Except for you, of course.”

“Do you want my gun, Andrea? Take it.” Lori responded, stepping closer to her. “I’m tired of the looks and the petty comments. From all of you.”

Andrea stared down at the gun in Lori’s hand for a moment before reaching out and taking it from her. Lori turned her attention away from the scene, kneeling down to Carol’s level.

“Honey, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I would do anything to stop it but you have got to stop blaming Rick. It shows on your face every time you look at him. ” She spoke. “When Sophia ran he didn’t hesitate, did he? Not for a second. I don’t think any of us would’ve ran after her the way he did. We couldn’t have made any of the hard decisions he’s had to make nor could we have done things any differently.”

You knew she was right. From the moment your brother had arrived at the Quarry, things had changed. You all finally had someone you could really look to when things were hard. As much as Shane ran things before, he’d never truly taken on what Rick had. If it wasn’t for Rick, you had no doubt you’d all have died the night the Quarry was overrun.

Lori shook her head, continuing. “You all look to him and then blame him when he’s not perfect. If you think you can do it without him, go right ahead. Nobody is stopping you.”

Andrea’s eyes were focused on the ground for a few moments, before finally she approached Lori. She handed her back the gun, an apologetic look across her face. “We should keep moving.”

You looked at Lori, who nodded in agreement as she stood up. As soon as she did, a loud bang echoed throughout the woods. Everyone froze, looking up at the sky.

“What was that?” Carol asked.

You took a deep breath, your stomach turning as your skin turned pale. “I-I think it was a gunshot.”

“Doesn’t matter right now.” Daryl spoke up. “We need to keep moving.”

Nodding, you took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

…

As you moved further through the woods, Lori began to turn back to face the direction you’d been coming from.

“Still worrying about it?” Andrea asked.

“It was a gunshot.” Lori reminded her.

“We all heard it.” Daryl agreed.

Lori shook her head. “Why one? Why just one gunshot?”

“Maybe they took down a walker.”

“Please don’t patronize me.” Lori huffed. “You know Rick wouldn’t risk a gunshot to put down one walker, or Shane. They’d do it quietly.”

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol asked.

“There's nothing we can do about it, anyway.” Daryl responded. “Can't run around these woods chasing echoes.”

“Daryl’s right.” You responded. “Rick wouldn’t want us all getting lost trying to look for him. It was one gunshot. We have to believe that one of them is safe and will find us.”

“So, what do we do then?” Lori folded her arms across her chest.

“Same as we’ve been doing.” Daryl spoke. “Keep looking for Sophia and work our way back to the highway.”

“I'm sure they'll hook up with us back at the RV.” Andrea spoke before turning to Carol. “I'm sorry for what you're going through. I know how you feel.”

“I suppose you do- Thank you. The thought of her, out here by herself.. It's not knowing that's killin' me. I just keep hoping and praying she doesn't wind up like Amy.” Carol gasped at her own words. “Oh, God! That’s the worst thing I’ve ever said.”

Andrea’s eyes fell for a moment. “We’re all hoping and praying with you, for what it’s worth.”

“I'll tell you what it's worth– Not a damn thing. It's a waste of time, all this hoping and praying.” Daryl snapped, his eyes landing on Carol. “We're gonna locate that little girl. She's gonna be just fine. Am I the only one Zen around here? Good lord.”

Daryl went back to walking towards the highway and you all continued to march after him.

“How much further?” Lori asked.

“Not much… Maybe a hundred yards as the crow flies.” Daryl shrugged.

“Too bad we’re not crows.” Andrea responded.

Daryl, Glenn and Carol walked ahead of you, while Andrea and Lori remained further behind you. Suddenly, Andrea began to scream.

You turned around, spotting a walker approaching her and she laid on the ground. She was slowly crawling backwards, but the walker was gaining on her.

Pulling your knife out, you began rushing towards her when the sound of a horse distracted you. It was trotting towards Andrea, a woman holding a baseball bat on its back. As she rode by Andrea, she knocked the walker down with the bat before coming to a complete stop.

“Lori?” She asked. “Lori Grimes?”

Lori looked back at the woman. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“You need to come with me. There’s been an accident. Carl’s been shot.”

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AN: Here we are with another part! I hope you all enjoyed it. Please remember to like/reblog if you did <3

#daryl dixon; unearthed #twd #twd fanfiction #twd fanfic #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x reader

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★ A-zen / Ash / Ashzen.

★ She/they.

★ 18+ content, minors DNI. (TW provided for works)

★ Posting on AO3, link provided below.

★ Writing for DCA (FNAF : SB) and SAMS.

★ Open to Asks, fan arts. I appreciate interactions.

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Master list :-

I. Tell me you want me (hiatus)

DCA! Eclipse, Sun and Moon × reader

“Looking at you pains me a little. Our bond, it's like Yin and Yang.”

“It scares me when I find myself wishing I could breathe in flesh and blood instead of motors and wires.”

“Nothing is perfect, but this right here, is my reason to come back home.”

Their hands are soiled in blood and lubricant. Their cores carry the darkness required to run the underworld society through clandestine intelligence operations. They are sentient yet ruthless. Sapient yet brutal. They promised themselves they won't bow for anyone, anymore. But for you, they would kneel. You may run but their three pairs of oculars would follow you to the gates of Hell. After all, they know they would end up there. They're aristocrats of evil.

“Tell me you want me, bambolina. Please.”

Updates - ongoing (5/?)

Chapter 1 - Synopsis : Raconteur ✓

Chapter 2 - Prologue : I-chigo I-chie ✓

Chapter 3 - Epilogue : Opia ✓

Chapter 4 - One : Adronitis ✓

Chapter 5 - Two : Esperance ✓

Chapter 6 - Three :

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 14,390

ART - Front cover art for my au, Eclipse's tattoo, Sunny boi

II. Forget-me-nots, moonlight

DCA! Moon × reader

Moon remembers everything, he does not forget.

Being brought to consciousness. Being with Sun and taking care of children. Judgements towards him. His first friend besides Sun who called him his ‘son’. Used to, at least.

Moon remembers the blood that coats his hands.

The feeling of grinding gears inside his head.

Sun's pleading. The screams of children and adults.

Thoughts of wanting to die and protect Sun.

Being saved and given a second chance at ‘living’.

Moon may not have a choice in remembering all the pain he was forced to endure.

But remembering you? It will always be his choice.

He will remember you till the stars die and colours turn grey over time.

And maybe, in another lifetime he will find you again. The two of you would live through it all again. Raise a kid together who would run around the house calling out your names. Where he would be able to grow old together, with the only person he's loved this way. Where he would get to say he loved you just as much, if not more than the way you loved him. Where he can sit at the rooftop and gaze at you like you hung all the stars in the sky for his sake.

“Then remember me, moonlight.”

Till the end of his time.

CURRENT NUMBER OF WORDS - 13,204

Updates :- (ongoing 2/4)

Chapter 1 : Dulce bellum inexpertis ✓

Chapter 2 : Post nubila phoebus ✓

Chapter 3 :

Chapter 4 : Ad astra per aspera

III. Even death grovels at the feet of their heart (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

The Sun was nowhere to be seen. As if, too afraid to watch the carnage about to happen through the hands of the bloodthirsty automaton lurking behind the tall trees. Waiting.

Waiting. Waiting for you to realise what you were doing wrong. Waiting for you to turn back and leave with your usual polite nods. Waiting for you to walk away from that unlucky murderer who had the audacity to lay their filthy eyes on you.

Unfortunately, you don't leave either. And they have to let you see how naive you are with your kindness and empathy. They decide to give you that ugly reality check and they do something that they regret.

You scoff and glare up at your partner with annoyance.

"Bloodmoon, it's not a big deal, really."

They don't deserve you, they know. But they are selfish because they know they want you. They're pathetic and worthless. So they grovel at your feet. Because you're their heart.

They would never let you go.

IV. Kiss me under the Somei Yoshino (oneshot)

SAMS! BloodMoon × reader

“We don't trust ourselves like that, chère ichor. Are the flowers we bring everytime we come back not enough to satiate your desire? Are our efforts not enough to—”

“Blood moon.”

They stop. Somehow, your gentle reminder never fails to stop them from spiralling into that darkness they carry within. The darkness they've vowed to protect you from.

“I want to sit under the cherry blossoms with you. And even if you're stressed and unlikely to think of this as a good idea, I still trust you both, nonetheless.”

They tilt their head down to peer at you prudently like the sunflower drinking in all of the sun's warmth it can get before dusk. They would run to the end of the world for you, if your eyes gazed at them delicately.

“We will go, chère ichor. With you, we will.”

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Currently working on :-

1. Tell me you want me (hiatus, revising it)

2. Forget-me-nots, moonlight. (Oneshot - four chapters)

3. Soulmates red string bearer au.

4. Royalty DCA + SAMS and mana affined reader. (oneshot)

5. Horror mer - Siren!Sun × reader (one shot) (could be mature/suggestive themes)

6. Trying my hands on fnaf art, mostly the DCA.

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liauditore · 7 months

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Thought I might say hello and make some small talk, seeing that I'm camping on your trafficshipping tag and all.

Well hi! Lovely place you've got here. Fantastic art, GREAT vibes, very nice. I'm specially enjoying your character rambling; your takes on them are super interesting and they tickle my brain 👀

May I send Divorce Fource/Quartet and Majorwood for the shipping bingo? Divorce Fource were a right mess (affectionate <3) and a perfect one at that, but I can't help but wonder how the recipe would have turned out if the soul ties were Cleo-Pearl, Martyn-Scott.

Also there is so much potential in Limlife Majorwood for eroguro if you're nasty. Which I am. Time cannibalism, respawning mechanics, birthday time... blender go brrrr 👀

!!!!!!!

y'all are really enabling my habit of long ass posts huh 😭😭

OK SO first off thankyou so much?? thats so sweet?????? 😭😭 i really don't think my character ramblings are anything special, but i like reading other ppls insane takes so i thought i'd provide others with the same 👍

not to get too into it but i feel like a series like life smp is best enjoyed with your own crazy delulu takes (similar to touhou if anyone heres familiar w/ that fandom). and it makes me kinda sad to see ppl arguing abt whats 'canon' or 'correct' cus that's no fun lol

ANYWAY yeah uh im glad u like the vibes!! :J

TREEBARK

this one first cus chronology. I honestly don't know if there's anything I can say here that hasn't been said before? But yeah they're. tasty. something about martyn waiting the entirety of third life to betray ren and never getting the chance and now longing to have him back. lots of regret but regret. for what. yknow. and ren always looking out for martyn even from a distance. and then martyn losing that connection in limlife.

yeah i can see why people ship lmao

uhh i don't really know what else to write here so have some of my insane ramblings copy+pasted from my shipping doc 👍

Martyn fancies himself a schemer, someone who's not afraid to play the game the way it's intended. If that means earning a powerful ally's trust only to shatter it then he was going to do it. Only, Martyn's bark is worse than his bite, and every night he spends in lying awake in those soft, warm sheets that Ren had laid out just for him (freshly washed too, he might add. Smelled like sunshine) he wonders if he can do it. He can, of course. (he can't. he won't. he's too soft. soft and useless.) He'd cut his head off already. (he wants to vomit) (this is why no one needs you. wants you. loves you) Who cares about other people anyway? He is the only one who really matters. (the thought of being alone makes him want to cry) Ren, on the other hand, is a capable leader. The definition of loyal and dependable, if not a bit dramatic. He struggles with self-worth, being good enough, useful enough, powerful enough. But to others, he's the opposite, caring and protective of any who would ask for his aid. After all, every citizen deserves to live in safety and comfort, and providing that is what a good King would do. ~ Martyn's not as sneaky as he thinks he is. Ren knows. Ren sees the signs. It's a death game for a reason. But he doesn't let Martyn know. He doesn't even hold it against him. He doesn't see the bloodthirst anymore, only the broken pieces lying underneath. ~ or the King's Hand, it was the thrill of feeling Useful, Powerful, Feared (loved). He was going to miss it after he betrayed him, the high of bloodlust, the smell in the air as he charged into battle. (the way his hands held him so gently) For the King himself, deep down he knew it was never to be. He had met a monster, but he hoped his efforts calmed the storm ever so slightly. On some days, he pretends to forget about the death game entirely and imagines the speech he'd give to retire his Hand. "You don't have to fight anymore," he'd say, "I'll take care of you from now on, I promise. So put the sword down, okay?" But in the end, it was all a fantasy, wasn't it?

^ yes this is so cheesy but so are they.

Cry with me again Smile with me again Scream with me again Sing with me again Dance with me again Talk to me again…

"Lower One's Eyes" (Oktavia translyrics)

MAJORWOOD

I think.. I talk too much abt scott seeing as that's who everyone points out when it comes to my headcanons 😭😭 but uh i swear everyone else is just as messed up. and martyn is like. just as bad if not worse (if that wasn't made clear from my ramblings before)

anyway uh say it with me rebound 👏 relationship 👏

i think they're both.. very numb to it all once limlife rolls around. they're just tired and have this mutual understanding and both think they're horrible people. martyn just wants to play the game. scott doesn't even know what he wants anymore.

but ofc, they're both still human and want love and comfort, so they try to seek that from one another. even if it's fake. even if it doesn't matter in the end.

Baby, though I've closed my eyes I know who you pretend I am I know who you pretend I am

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation! Two fools singing to a shallow melody Restart, reflation, teleportation Time and again we’re stuck in rotation Circles inside a love without any ending

MKDR (SirHamnet Lyrics)

Scott uses Martyn as a replacement for Jimmy and Martyn uses Scott as a replacement for Ren. they know they dislike eachother (see: all of double life) and that only one of them will make it out alive. but they can't get that love and comfort from anyone else now.

also uhhh eroguro my beloved...... im assuming this is getting brought up cus of my mentions of loving eroguro in the past. and yes to all of that very much i agree. but i do have kind of.. a limit to what i do w/ these characters specifically because of the fandom/ccs (at least publicly). if i ever do decide to share the nastier stuff in my head or go into detail on gore and whatnot i'd probs make a sideblog and tuck it away and maybe block scott and martyn for always somehow showing up on my posts lmao

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #treebark #majorwood #the 'team BEST/divorce quartet enjoyer' thing in my pinned is just code for #'i will go insane abt any ship involving any of these guys'#i didn't do divorce quartet as a whole soz just cus that would be WAYY TOO LONG Actually 😭😭#and also a lot of it i feel is already covered thru majorwood and zombiewood #but yeah they're so messed up therapy aint helping that situation y'all need lawyers

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seraphiism · 1 year

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Hello happy 1k, you deserve it so much! may I request for the dreamscape event: twilight, ☁️ + nanami, and plumeria? Best of luck for your next endeavors!

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

( i'll rewrite this whole life and this time there'll be so much love, you won't be able to see beyond it. )

chara : nanami kento fandom : jujutsu kaisen quote cr : warsan shire a/n : thank you sm <3 !! i hope you enjoy! reincarnation!au

・❥・[ dreamscape event ] ༊*·˚ ⌛ angst & fluff • ☁️ nanami • 💐 plumeria : new beginnings

ACT 1 : nanami kento does not know what it is like to live, a heart decrepit and withering since youth. it is a very optimistic betrayal , the growing of oneself, body & mind, and the hopeful future one dreams of. he sighs, wonders how he has ended up here. a mindless loop, day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute. it is all very much the same, this dreary, slow, and yet all too fast passage of time.

what does one do with regret and failure? enduring is something he has known for far too long, but there is no forgiveness in sight, so the suffering will always be felt, and maybe it is supposed to be that way.

maybe it is supposed to be that way for those who deserve it.

another sigh. weary, he casts his glance at the window, observes the dim moonlight that seeks sanctuary in the bedroom you share. he does not know how you gaze wistfully at him, an ache in your being at his melancholy. you speak his name, gentle, before you usher him closer, rest his head on your chest as you hold him.

"tired?"

he hums in confirmation, takes note of the way there is an absence of regret the moment he finds himself in your arms. you feel the tension leave his body, fingers weaving through his hair until he eventually stills, falling asleep in the comfort of you.

there is a quiet smile that finds its way to your lips ; a blessing and curse all the same, sorrowful yet serene all the more. what a very lonely life this is, the life of a sorcerer gone wrong.

"it'll be fine." you murmur, more to yourself than anyone, so you press a kiss against his temple, close your eyes. "you'll get the life you deserve. i promise."

( & there is something so somber yet relieving in this promise, and in a death you both are fated to succumb to, there is a beginning, not an ending. )

ACT 2 : in a life anew, there is not always the restoration of memories, the days of tragedy and terror left behind, death and disaster forgotten. in a life anew, there is something more, something better-- a peace, a tranquility, and the knowing that everything is alright. no longer are the days past filled with a haze, a repetition, a dreadful mundane, but instead, vitality and vigor.

in this life anew, neither of you remember the past, yet in the thread that binds you together, you have found your way back to each other, confessions of love that have always felt so familiar repeated once more.

in this life anew, you are happy.

ACT 3 : nanami kento does not know what it is like to live a life of tragedies, a heart blooming and flourishing since youth. it is a very optimistic path , the growing of love shared and the hopeful future you dream of together. he sighs, wonders how he has ended up here. it is all very much different, this wondrous, content, and yet all too fast passage of time.

he listens to your heartbeat, feels a strange sense of deja vu, of reliving, and he does not know what to do about it. he remains silent, finds that there is no worth in contemplating the unnecessary. you have done this before, somehow, and you both are well too aware of it.

"do you ever wonder," you start, fingers tracing circles into his skin, "if this is our second chance?" you pause, quiet, unsure how to describe the feeling. "like we've done this all before somehow, but it's--"

"better."

"yeah." your voice barely a whisper, you nod, almost bittersweet. "safe."

a silence fills the air, lingers with curiosity and the musings of what once was. maybe you were someone back then, too. maybe it was different back then, the act of survival versus living. perhaps you take this life for granted.

you hug him a little closer, know that he can read your mind so easily. he, too, thinks the same things, knows that this could have been very different.

no, neither of you remember the past, nor do you know if there even was a past. it doesn't matter anymore, not really, because there is only the road forward, and so you will deem what you have now as a blessing, take it in stride and hope it continues until you are both old and gray.

"no matter this life or the next, even the past, i am grateful to spend it with you."

( he almost smiles at the way he hears your heartbeat quicken. your hands tremble ever so gently in the way they hold him, and you wonder if you have heard those words before. )

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #.: writing #.: event!fic.dream of me 🌿

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innocentimouto · 6 months

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What if ATLA had 6 seasons, the War trilogy (books 1-3) and the Post-War trilogy (Books 4-6)?

That would be fascinating! Book 3 would still have to be longer though. So maybe one extra season for the war?

I needed more Water Tribe, Gaang finding stray waterbenders, the Northern Water Tribe fighting the Fire Nation in the final battle with Hahn leading after having matured and choosing to remove the ban on waterbending for women like he promised Yue while she was alive.

SWT men returning home. Jet getting his arc of validating his trauma and fighting to help his people and enjoying small things and seeing the war end. The Freedom Fighters' group hug at the end of the war where they all break down.

And Zuko's arc. On one hand, people could go with what the show intended I think? Which was by Book 2, seeing the suffering of the people actually made him question his actions, doubt himself, regret his actions.

We'd of course get people who would act like this really did happen, but really, name one scene where he thinks back to his actions in the war and regrets them (this doesn't include Iroh).

This route would still realistically take a long time. He would no doubt mess up a lot and be confronted with prejudices and ignorance regarding other nations. Heck, regarding his own nation, since he got banished before properly learning how to lead.

Or you could go the longer route and keep the canon moments. And also make other characters fully aware of the racism and entitlement and lack of remorse. Really make it where they only allow him to join because it's for the sake of ending the war, and then have Zuko confronted with everyone in the group not liking his company. He'd have to sit down and understand why.

I think the most powerful way to make him stop and think is to have Aang be the one to react to his prejudices and fn beliefs. Considering Aang gave him so many chances, and also doesn't have a moment in the show where he gets to confront a Fire Nation person directly for the loss of his people and the rewriting of history, I think it would be impactful and even good for the plot.

We are not leaving Ba Sing Se falling in either scenario no no. Whether willingly or unwillingly Zuko will see how the people suffered from it. Iroh does not get to back there so easily.

Post war I'd rather be vague on, considering it won't be entirely pleasant, but have Katara and Aang search for surviving benders, flying bisons, have Katara and Sokka and Hakoda return home and stay for a while, Jet gets a whole long arc of having an adult to care for him and help him through his trauma.

It's not all fun and games unfortunately, especially with what to do with the Firelord, but I'd rather most of the war hardships be in the background and focus on them being kids in a war free world.

#atla #asks #avatar the last airbender #Zuko critical

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daintylovers · 2 years

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hii love !! could you maybe qrite smth about mike asking y/n out or how and what their first date would be and their dynamic? only if you want ofc 💕💕😩 xx

of course angel!!!

would it be okay if i made the reader a little shy?? i see so many where the reader is super confident and i know that generally that's not the case for most people

and i just feel like mike with a shy s/o would be so cute :)

if you aren't feeling shy!reader just let me know and i can remake this <3

so i feel like you two could potentially meet in the library

and by meet i mean he had been staring at you with the biggest heart eyes known to mankind

you thought he was a little creepy just because you had caught him staring at you

multiple days in a row

and he just is very intimidating

especially because he rarely talks in class

which obviously you had not taken notice of or anything

because it's not like you had a crush on him as well

when he finally talked to you it was only because dustin and lucas kept pestering him to make a move

they felt bad for their lonely, loveless friend

the pair had also done their research on mikes latest crush, to be sure that you weren't super weird or anything

you had passed their test with flying colors

the boys had devised an entire plan for mike

this included a teacher introducing a project to the class that you and mike had together and then getting you two paired up

this would lead to a work session conveniently held at mikes house

from there you two would hit it off, never working on the project, and eventually he would ask you out

naturally events did not happen as planned

mike is an impatient little shit

and you were too good for him to just let slip through his hands

so he ended up approaching you in said library from earlier

you were browsing the shelves looking for your latest target

and out of the corner of your eye you watched as mike entered your atmosphere

at first he was trying to play it off as if he was looking for a book as well

which you knew was utter bullshit

not once had you ever seen him actively engage in reading a novel

he took so long to open his mouth that it was you who first spoke to him, uttering the words "excuse me" under your breath

instead of moving and letting you pass he maneuvered his body to take up more space in the aisle and straight up asked you out

here is an exact transcript of the conversation that ensued, "would you wanna go out with me some time?"

"hmm?"

"i said would you want to go out with me? maybe?"

"no-"

"fuck i knew it"

"no sorry not no! i- I mean, ... well, um why?

"why do i want to go out with you? or why did i know you didn't want to go out with me?"

"both, preferably"

"well you are insanely pretty, even my friends think so. and you are also really quiet which is nice. i feel like everyone kind of overlooks you because of that though, which is super unfair. i just want to kind of get to know you maybe if you want me to. because i feel like you would be a cool person to hang out with and spend my time with.

i knew you would say no because everyone can tell i have been basically stalking you which is super creepy and i'm sorry. i was just nervous. its no secret i'm not popular so i can only imagine all the stupid shit you have heard about me. but if you just give me a chance i promise you won't be bored. you might regret it if a cuter person comes around, but at least you would be able to say that you didn't have a bad time."

"oh, um, okay"

"okay you'll go out with me?"

"oh yeah absolutely."

"you mean i didn't just talk much for nothing? like you aren't joking me?"

"mike, yes i will go out with you. yes you talk too much. and yes you also seem cool to hang out with maybe"

damn you guys were so awkward

anyways you guys went on your date

it was super cute

you guys went to the movies because mike didn't want to talk too much and make you feel weird

and it was perfect for you because you didn't want to be so quiet that mike thought you didn't like him

the whole hands touching each other while reaching for popcorn totally happened

he even convinced you to share a drink

which for a first date is basically like making out

during the middle of the movie he had the courage to reach for your hand

what he didn't account for was the fact that his hand was super sweaty

you didn't mention it to him until a few weeks later

after the movie you guys walked home

and he let you talk his ear off about the film

he didn't particularly enjoy it, but because you had so much enthusiasm about it, he quickly grew to associate it with the feeling of his heart growing warmer in his chest

it was the first time he had ever heard you talk so much and he was in love

in love with the sound of your voice

and the way you laughed was contagious

he honestly just wanted to spend the rest of his life listening to you

obviously you guys started dating soon after

everyone viewed your relationship dynamic as tall frightening loser and shy sweet bookworm

they were all shocked that you had fallen for him

but who could blame you

i mean who knew that losers had so much appeal???

#mike wheeler blurb #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader

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