BTS reaction to their s/o waking up in a fright from a nightmare (and consequently waking them up too)
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Weak whimpers filled Jin’s sleep induced head, rustling accompanying the terrified noise. His tired and aching body told him to fall back to sleep, but when you woke up with a loud gasp, sitting forward, he was wide awake. He sat up.
“(Y/N),” he whispered, “(Y/N), everything alright?”
You turned to look at him and his heart shattered. Taking in your terrified eyes, your sweat covered body, hearing your short breaths, Jin felt his throat constrict as well. He stared at you, until it clicked that you were too terrified to do anything. Your body shook and you stared at him helplessly and Jin finally reached out.
Grabbing one of your hands and brushing away a strand of hair, Jin kissed your temple.
“Everything is going to be okay,” he reassured.
You two sat like that for a couple of minutes until Jin felt his eyes droop once more. Dragging him with you, you fell back into the mattress, where he hugged you tightly.
Your eyes flew open and you shot forward, funky shadows filling your sight.
Your shaky breathing and hammering heart filled the silence.
Unbeknownst to you, the sudden movements woke up Yoongi. He peeked through his eyes to see your shadow curled up into a ball.
Tired and aching from the day’s practice, Yoongi didn’t move from his spot, but he shifted just enough to reach out and grab your hand, squeezing it.
His grip didn’t loosen until you nestled back by his side again, where he sleepily nuzzled closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
Hoseok woke up to excess heat by his chest that wasn’t there before. You were unconsciously shifting closer to him, repeatedly shouting out strangled “no!” Hoseok didn’t want to wake you up but then your fits got violent. You thrashed about, your shouts increasing in volume.
“(Y/N),” Hoseok tried, latching onto your shoulders. “(Y/N). Wake up.”
“Stop! No! Stop it!”
“(Y/N)!” Hoseok called, shaking you slightly.
His voice cut through your dream, everything suddenly stopping. Heart hammering, you finally woke up from the nightmare and Hoseok filled your vision.
The feel of his warm hands gripping your shoulders, his bedhead– you took in all of Hoseok and you started tearing up as his worried eyes searched your face.
His expression immediately changed, softening and letting out a quiet “aw.”
With that tiny expression, it made your chest tighten and you felt your lips quivering. Hobi smiled softly and reached out.
“Shhh shhh,” Hoseok shushed, pulling you into a hug and stroking your hair. “There there, it’s over now, you don’t have to worry. I’m right here for you.”
A shout escaped your lips and you were wide awake, your heart thudding in your chest.
Namjoon heard the shout and immediately sat up, frantically looking around. His sleepy eyes finally landed on your curled up form and he blurted, “Is everything alright?”
You flinched at his loud voice and he noticed, quickly falling back into bed with you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.
“I’m sorry, that was loud,” he apologized. “You just had me worried.”
You couldn’t reply, the nightmare replaying in your head.
“Nightmare,” you shakily whispered.
He sighed and closed his eyes, moving closer so your foreheads were touching. Little did he know that his peaceful face calmed you down, you just staring at his face.
“Well, everything is okay now,” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose. “I’m here, you won’t get hurt.”
Your head rang as blood quickly rushing to your head when you sat up. You groaned, clutching it to stop the ache and took deep breaths to calm your erratically beating heart.
“(Y/N)?” a sleepy voice called out to you.
Slowly, you turned around, catching Jimin running his hand through his hair, sitting up.
You opened your mouth to say something but the memories of the the nightmare rushed through your mind again and panic rose in your chest.
Sensing the sudden panic, Jimin reached out to cup your face in his hands to pull you closer to him. His thumb rubbed against your cheek.
Looking deep into your eyes, he said, “Whatever it was, you’re awake now. Nothing will hurt you. I’m here. Take a deep breath. I love you jagi. You’re going to be okay.”
Taehyung woke up to cold air as the shared blanket was yanked from him, leaving him exposed. Your strangled shouts caused panic to rise up and he was fully awake, only for you to hit him in your violent thrashing. The blanket was caught underneath him and you tossed and turned, eventually pulling the both of you off the bed. Flailing, Tae quickly shifted so that he hurt you in the least possible way when you hit the floor.
You finally woke when pain shot through your back, your limbs tangled in the blanket and you found yourself staring up at a worried Taehyung. His bangs covered his eyes, casting shadows across his face.
Tears immediately pricked your eyes and Tae sat up, pulling you with him. Using the blanket, he wrapped it around your head and tugged you closer to him, kissing your nose. Then your cheek. Then your temple. And then pretty much the rest of your face.
“It’s over now, (Y/N),” he reassured before pecking your quivering lips. “Everything is okay.”
Whimpers escaped your lips and you tossed and turned, constantly hitting Jungkook in the process. Jungkook stirred but didn’t fully realize the situation until you screamed. He bolted upright, his head whipping over to look at you, still thrashing in your sleep.
“(Y/N),” Jungkook called. “(Y/N)!” You continued to flail, so he reached out and grabbed your arms, squeezing them. His grip pulled you from the nightmare, and you shot forward, nearly colliding heads with Jungkook.
You took in his sleepy form but a shadow behind him caught you eyes and the nightmare flooded into your thought again, nearly losing sight of what was right in front of you.
Jungkook opened his mouth to say something reassuring, but the moment he saw your face contorting back into fright, he immediately starting rubbing your arms, softly saying you name, flashing a reassuring smile, and brought you closer to him, trying to keep you in reality. Resting his head into the crook of your neck and fully wrapping his arms around you, he repeated that everything was alright.
You stared ahead, feeling his warm embrace and the hot tears in your eyes, but not fully being present.
But once you finally calmed down and returned his embrace, he lied back down, softly singing “Butterfly,” as that was the first song that popped up in his mind.
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shoots up from the bed at the sound of his name being called and looks around
his bedroom frantically. He jumps in surprise when a hand lands on his arm and
if he had been seriously out of it, he might have not been able to stop himself
from attacking you and instead, Peter stares at you, eyes still wet, wide and
fearful as his heart thunders against his chest.
are you alright?” You ask him softly, pushing his damp hair from his forehead.
You had been surprised from your sleep when Peter began to cry out your name,
sounding extremely anguished and hurt and it scared you a lot because every
single time you have slept over at his place, this is actually the first time
Peter has ever had a nightmare and the fact that his nightmare seemingly involved
you made you a little bit sad too.
trembles as he feels the tears starting to well up again. The nightmare had
been too vivid, too surreal that Peter cannot seem to shake it off at all.
Every single time he tries to close his eyes, all he can think of and see is
the life fading away from your beautiful eyes and it scares him a lot.
you looking at him with so much love and worry in your eyes causes Peter to sob
and his body starts to heave. Your eyes widen in panic because this is also the
first time you have ever seen Peter like this; he has occasionally teared up whenever
you are with him but never to this point and you are at a loss of what to do.
instead of saying anything, you simply scoot closer, wrapping an arm around
Peter so that you can rub his back soothingly – this is something your
Grandmother would always do whenever you had a nightmare and it always helped
you too – as you try to take his mind as far away from the nightmare as
possible. Peter drops his head on your shoulder, wounding his arms around your
waist as he cries, holding on to you tightly.
You whisper his name as you comb your fingers through his hair, massaging and
scratching his scalp slightly, still trying your hardest to distract him from
whatever had shaken him up this badly. Peter winces slightly as his crying
starts to cease until he is only sniffling. “Baby, are you alright?” You pull
his head away from you gently so that you are able to stare in his eyes.
shakes his head. “I can’t lose you, Y/N,” He whimpers. “I can’t – I don’t think
– I’m not sure what I am going to – what I will do if, I can’t lose you.” Peter
begs, voice husky and eyes are starting to burn with unshed tears – in that
nightmare, one of the reasons you had died had been because Peter had been too
late to save you and you ended up being killed right in front of his eyes and
his nightmare had been extremely awful.
stroke his cheeks with your thumbs as you shake your head, keeping your gaze
lock on Peter. “You won’t,” You promise, leaning forward to press your forehead
against his. “You won’t.” You pull away to press your lips against Peter’s
forehead before pressing your lips against his.
pulls you closer to him, angling his head in a way that he is able to deepen
the kiss, pouring all of his mind and feelings in to it. When the need for air
rises, Peter is the first one to pull away and he stares at you with so much
love and raw emotion that you could not help but flush slightly under his
stare. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, kissing your lips softly.
love you.” Peter repeats with more determined emotion and you nod your head,
brushing away the stray tears that managed to fall down his cheeks. You press a
kiss to his temple before pulling him back to lay down on the bed. Peter
immediately snuggles up to your chest, pressing his ear to listen to the
The constant steady beat of your heart as well as
your fingernails scratching gently against his scalp lulls Peter to sleep and
right before he actually falls asleep, you press a kiss atop his head,
murmuring ‘I love you too, Peter’ and Peter falls asleep with a small smile on
Summary: Bucky POV Directly after the confrontation in the briefing room
Pairings: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack, Mentions of death, Emotional affairs, Angst, general calamity and triggering content.
Word Count: 1064
A/N: You asked for it, Please Note, I will only post again on Monday. Happy reading!
Don’t hyperventilate. Keep walking, he repeats over and over in his head as he gets further away from you. There’s sweat dripping into his eyes, hot droplets rolling into his shirt making it stick uncomfortably to his skin. His body hair is standing on end like a soldier at attention as he takes long purposeful strides down the corridor to his room.
Reyna wasn’t due back from her daycare for another hour, long enough to compose himself, get the scent of your perfume out of his nostrils. Maybe long enough to forget the indifference he saw on your face like being back was no hardship for you, like the separation didn’t feel like an arm had been cut off, or your heart cut out.
He rips the bedroom door open, falling short of yanking it off its hinges and shuts it loudly behind him. Leaning against it, sucking in lungfuls of air like he had been holding his breath, he tries to calm his racing heart, currently threatening to burst out of his chest.
Panic. Complete, debilitating terror was taking over.
His vision whites out at the edges, his fingers digging painfully into his thighs, perspiration drenching him in seconds. His breathing increases rapidly. Gasping like a dying man desperately clinging to life, he does the only thing he can. He blindly stumbles in the general direction of his dresser, fumbling clumsily with the drawers while frantically searching for the only thing that could calm him, the only thing he would allow to calm him.
His fingers finally touch the soft material and he exhales, pulling the garment free, bringing it to his face, inhaling the fading scent deeply. The soft whisper of the material against his stubble pulls a sigh from him. It was the only thing he had left, a light blue sweater which had seen better days and a handful of bittersweet memories which seemed to creep up on him at the most inopportune times.
He inhales again and stumbles backwards to sit on his hastily made bed, cracking his eyes open and catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Fuck. I look like death, he thinks sourly to himself, noting his pale clammy skin and the bags under his eyes with a hint of disgust. He needed to get a handle on this and quickly. If he was going to be on the same team as you, he couldn’t descend into a panicky mess every time he had an interaction with you. He needed to man up and focus on what was important.
Reyna. The light of his life, the only good thing to come out of this mess, the only person who offered him hope, who kept him grounded. She needed him, depended on him and he would gouge out his eyes with a rusty spoon before he let her down. She deserved better.
He exhales loudly, running his hand through his sweaty hair. So much had happened in the last two years, so much pain. He had fought so hard to give her a halfway normal life, to be the father she deserved but fuck was he tired. The kind of exhausted that makes you feel like you have lead in your bones, like every step had you wading through quicksand, a constant uphill battle.
He felt like Sisyphus, pushing the boulder up the hill every day only to watch it come tumbling down again. Two years he had struggled to get back up again, and it was all falling down around him. The sense of peace he had worked so hard to build for himself and his daughter was crashing down. He had nearly convinced himself that the last couple of years hadn’t happen, that it was all something his addled brain had cooked up, a terrible nightmare doused in your tears and Ivanna’s screams.
Ivanna. The familiar ball of resentment flares in his chest, the torment she had inflicted upon him as fresh as the day she died. The hell that was their relationship was over, but it remained ever present in his heart, scarring his mind beyond what he thought it could be.
She had been a fraud, a liar. She’d sucked the life right out of him and left him a shriveled husk.
Don’t think about it, he chastises himself, shaking his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the melancholy which had suddenly descended on him.
Throwing the sweater over a chair, he vowed to do the right thing and keep things professional, no matter how intensely happy he felt in your presence again. The memories of his betrayal still burned brightly in your eyes. He could see it in the way you stiffened when his fingers twitched, your entire body ready to spring if he moved wrong. The hot anger that laced your tone as you spat Ivanna’s name, demanding to not be around her. The worst was the look on your face when he mentioned Reyna, the mask of indifference had slipped for a second, and he could see the naked pain that lurked beneath the surface, the terrible longing you held.
It shattered him on the spot, regret and hate for himself had filled his very soul. He had wanted nothing more than to pull you into is arms, promise that it would all be okay, that you didn’t have to hurt anymore, but before he could act the mask had reappeared, cutting you off from him. Your walls could withstand the longest of sieges, and there was no way he was breaking them down. He didn’t know if he should even try.
That was entire different can of worms he was apprehensive about opening.
Because Bucky Barnes, fearsome Winter Soldier, master of three am diaper changes and baby feedings was still, undeniably, ass over teakettle for you.
He grits his teeth in frustration, shedding his sweaty shirt and shoes as he enters the bathroom. His pants soon follow, and he steps under the scalding spray of the shower.
Focus on what’s important, Barnes, he reminds himself. Focus on Reyna.
He repeats his daughters name in his head, over and over, salty tears mingling with water, his body relaxing as he permits himself to cry. For you, for Ivanna, and maybe, just a little, for himself and the life he was certain he could never have.
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With gravel digging through your jeans, into your knees, you
continued to kneel as tears poured down your cheeks, landing in the dust
covered rocks. Your back ached from leaned forward for so long, but that didn’t
matter. None of the pain you felt right now mattered.
Your lungs still ached for breath, your breath caught on a
sob. It was torture, and you didn’t care. All that mattered was the scene that
still haunted your vision, and the heartache that went with it.
warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence. change pronouns to your liking / as you see fit!
❛ We’re all hiding something, aren’t we? ❜ ❛ What’s the penalty? What are the consequences, really? ❜ ❛ “I’m only human,” you say, and all is forgiven. ❜ ❛ But what if some cruel twist of fate makes you something else, something other? ❜ ❛ Every human spends a night or two on the dark side and regrets it. ❜ ❛ But what if you only exist on the dark side? ❜ ❛ But when you’re something other, a monster, the consequences are worse. ❜ ❛ You wake up from your nightmares. We don’t. ❜ ❛ I used to think this curse was what happened to me once a month. ❜ ❛ Life is a series of choices. As it turns out, death is the same. ❜ ❛ What am I now? Where do I go from here? ❜ ❛ Do you accept what you are or do you refuse? ❜ ❛ I’m not interested in making things convenient for you. ❜ ❛ I’m afraid I’m gonna need a little bit more reassurance than that. ❜ ❛ You invited the entire neighborhood into our house? Are you insane? ❜ ❛ What are we even doing here if we can’t say hi to the neighbors? ❜ ❛ When’s the last time you were truly alone? ❜ ❛ Why do we insist on looking when every impulse tells us to look away? ❜ ❛ I were just talking about how I am in hell but, whatever, let’s… talk about you. ❜ ❛ What sets a human apart from a monster, aside from genetics? ❜ ❛ How long have you thought you were a werewolf? ❜ ❛ ‘Cause even a monster can be afraid of the darkness. ❜ ❛ I got to be honest, it smells like dog to me. ❜ ❛ We’re both adults. I think we know when something isn’t meant to be. ❜ ❛ That’s remarkably not reassuring if you have to point that out! ❜ ❛ It doesn’t matter if you’re dead, undead or somewhere in between. ❜ ❛ I’m going to do something with my time, you know. ❜ ❛ So you’re just going to haunt them, basically. ❜ ❛ When you live forever, a few weeks is nothing. ❜ ❛ How can you see me? You’re not dead, are you? ❜ ❛ Why are there ghosts in there punching each other in the balls? ❜ ❛ You’re not dead and you’re talking to me? ❜ ❛ I’m a werewolf and he’s a vampire and that’s how we can see ghosts. ❜ ❛ It’s like we’re different countries on the same continent. ❜ ❛ So - so you’re going to turn into a wolf and have me for dinner. ❜ ❛ You got to be the cool vampire. Everybody wants to be the cool vampire.. ❜ ❛ We’re not making this up! I’m not making this up! ❜ ❛ It smells like a slaughterhouse up in your room! ❜ ❛ You murdered those two girls, those two human beings under our roof! ❜ ❛ It’s easy, it’s casual, and above all else, it’s normal. ❜ ❛ I’ve been wanting to talk to you for so long. ❜ ❛ Some people think it’s exhilarating not having your future mapped out. ❜ ❛ Freedom is just that moment of calm before the dread sets in. ❜ ❛ I never got closure with my family… or friends. ❜ ❛ How was your night, I mean…I mean, god, congrats you’re free. ❜ ❛ You can audit, pick up some skills… fight ghost crime! ❜ ❛ People, as a species, are in a constant state of metamorphoses. ❜ ❛ This shouldn’t have worked for so many reasons. ❜ ❛ Our instinct is to resist change, to fear it. ❜ ❛ You may think the greatest reward of eternal life is the power it gives you. ❜ ❛ Immortality is an easy thing to take for granted. ❜ ❛ Because it’s you humans, that haunt us. And you won’t let us go. ❜ ❛ You’re a ghost, talking to a werewolf making an egg salad sandwich. ❜ ❛ I want to be with you. I wanna be with you! But there’s something in my life… ❜ ❛ He and I both died, years apart, and then find each other again in limbo? ❜
❛ You know all the things you were scared of as a kid, all the monsters under the bed? They’re all real. ❜
Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.
Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 2.8k
Warning: Language & Self-Doubt. This chapter actually gets really sad but I promise it’ll have a happy ending.
A/N: THANK YOU ALL!!! I didn’t think my very first story would get so many supporters and it means the lot to me. I remember waking up at 6am and just reading the comments and I would laugh to myself because it just made me so happy ! I hope I don’t let you down with this series!
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It’s been a few weeks since you’ve started your classes. You’ve slowly grown used to waking up early and getting ready. You realize that you have started to look forward to getting to class 30 minutes usual everyday and as much as you hated to admit it, it was because of your goddamn teacher. You’ve both grown close in a way and you couldn’t even explain why or how happened. It all started with you smart mouthing him and him getting off on it.
You quickly throw on some jeans and a sweater looking messy as usual. It’s not your fault; you hate Mondays. Every Monday you woke up with a horrible headache and it took time to calm down. You usually would drive to a café owned by a friend of yours and grab a cup of coffee or your favorite smoothie hoping it would help your head from the pounding sensation within.
You quickly grabbed your bag and a pair of sunglasses sliding them on before leaving the apartment complex to the parking lot. It was freezing outside yet the sun still managed to shine bright. You quickly went to your car and hopped in. Starting the engine and drove to your favorite café.
You pulled up reading the huge letters on the front of the building, ‘The Grind’. You smiled to yourself knowing that your good friend would be working. Walking in you see red hair poking out from behind the counter. She quickly rose at the noise of the bell on the door.
“Welcome to The Grind. How may I-” she turned around noticing who came in. Her lips curved up as she leaned against the counter.
“Well, well, well. It’s the infamous (y/n)! Honestly, what did I expect? You come in here every Monday morning.” You could practically hear her mentally slapping herself.
“Hey Nat. I’m just here getting the usual. Make it the smoothie this time though, no coffee.” Simply putting it as is while she gave you a stern look.
“Man you look horrible. Couldn’t sleep?” She grabbed a medium sized cup and began putting in some ingredients before heading over to the other side of the counter where the blender is.
“Why even ask? Monday’s aren’t my thing.” You prop your elbow up on the counter and watch her mix up your drink.
“Honey, I see you every Monday. This is different from the usual. Did something happen? Nightmares again?” The moment she mentioned the nightmares you dropped your face giving her the answer she needed.
“I’m sorry (Y/N). Are they getting better or worse? You should really go see if some one can prescribe you something?” She finished mixing up your smoothie and set it down in front of you.
You fish out a few bucks from your bag and set it on the counter. She didn’t grab it; she continued to look at you.
“Come on (Y/N). I know I may be annoying but I’m really trying to help. You know I hate seeing you like this.” She took the money and stuck it into the register, handing you a recipe and a few extra coins.
“I know Nat.” You looked at her then looked down to grab your smoothie. “If I promise you I’ll see someone about them soon will you stop giving me that look?”
She smiled and reached other the counter to pat you on the shoulder. You gave her a small smile back before taking a sip of your smoothing.
“I’ll see you later?” Nat set her elbows on the counter.
“Ye-Yeah, Yeah! I promise. I’ll come by after class today!” You waved quickly and turned around walking out of the building. When you got in your car you sat there staring at the wheel, taking a deep breath.
You knew the nightmares would come back. You just knew it. Dealing with them when they aren’t happening are worse than when they are. Taking a deep breath you check the time and start the car. The time read 7:20 AM. You smiled knowing you were just on time. You may have drove to school in silence but your head was screaming, overthinking the things you shouldn’t think twice about.
As you pulled in you quickly got out of your car and walked into the school taking the fastest route to your class. Turning the door knob you walked in seeing your handsome teacher sitting at his desk, hand in his hair and face full of distress. You’ve never seen him in such a stressed out situation before; you didn’t know how to approach him but it would be shitty of you not to at least try. Face it, you may be a smart sarcastic bastard but you still wanted the best for everyone.
You set your bag down on the table by the door and walked up to his desk, smoothie in hand.
“Hey Barnes.” You said confidently and bubbly hoping your emotions could rub off on him. Even though you weren’t in such a good mood yourself, if you had to fake being happy to make someone else stop feeling down… then it’s worth it. Especially when it’s someone who you have a unspoken connection with.
He quickly looked up and shut the file he was reading. “Oh hey (Y/N). For a second I forgot you came so early. What’s up?” You smiled even though you felt insulted, you always came to class early and he knew that. Did he really forget? Are you that irrelevant?
Once again you were over-thinking everything, you quickly shook the feeling off and replaced it with a smile.
“I rather be an hour early than a minute late.” Giving a small chuckle following by his own you took another sip of your drink. He chewed on the back of his pen clearly in deep thought.
“Hey look, I know I’m your student and all but are you ok? You look like you just found out your wife is your long-lost sister.”
He leaned back in his chair and gave his signature smile. Squinting his eyes and giving a small laugh. His smile always rubbed off on you because soon enough you felt yourself laughing with him.
“Tough day. I know it’s only, what, 7:40 am? But tough day. I’m glad your here though. You, my friend, are a comedian. Always making everyone laugh.” He set down his pen on his desk, formally chewing on it. Crossing his arms and staring at you.
“I mean, if you want to talk about it, I don’t mind.” Your fingers intertwined with each other, feeling the regret and awkwardness fill your body.
“Its fine, I’ll manage.” He shook his head looking at the table in front of him.
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me.”
“No, (Y/N). It’s not that it’s you, it’s just-” he hesitated before pausing.
“Just what? I’m your student?” You narrowed your eyes at him.
“I don’t care if you’re my student, we’re practically the same age.”
“No I understand but it’s just- it was just me trying to help that’s all.” You crossed your arms, looking down at him.
“God (Y/N). Don’t do that, now i feel bad and feel obligated to tell you.” You watched as he ran his right hand through his hair.
“Come on barnes, I’m not trying to force you into telling me, I get it. But I do suggest you speak about it to someone you trust. That always helps me.”
“Are you implying I don’t trust you?”
Why was he twisting your words? You just wanted to help but you felt like you were stressing him out more. You realize he’s in a tough predicament but it infuriates you that he’s taking his anger out on you when you were just simply trying to make him feel better.
“I’ve been your student for a little over a month, even if I may be the one who speaks to you more often than others, would you trust me?” You angrily respond, letting your feelings get the best of you.
“I trust you!” He shouted loudly. He sighed before placed his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes.
“Then what’s the problem?” You whispered, looking down at the man. You’ve known him for a short time but you never would have thought of seeing him in this situation.
You stood there in silence eyeing him down. You knew you sounded pushy but you couldn’t help yourself. You cared for the sarcastic man who always seemed to lift your day.
“I’m sorry, it’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have pushed you to say anything.” A hint of sympathy was in your voice as you turned your heels to go sit in your seat in silence for the rest of the class. You both knew you just wanted to help but you felt like you crossed the line. You regretted it and there was no way to turn back.
Before you could even reach the first step you heard him set his hands down on the desk.
You turned to face your teacher as he stared down at the file in front of him.
“My family is well put. Every single barnes is known for succeeding and to have the perfect life, the perfect wife, the perfect family and the perfect job. We all grow up to do good things, to teach, to help others learn. My family all have done the same and we are expected to do what is best to have a successful life.”
His head hung down, eyes shut in anguish. You slowly made your way back to his desk and stopping right where you were standing moments before.
“My parents expect me to marry a woman of fame. A woman of money and beauty. It doesn’t matter if I can emotionally connect with her. She has to be perfect. They already have their eyes set on this girl. I’ve met with her and talked to her and she’s an amazing, beautiful woman but I just could never see myself with her. But I have to. It’s practically a family tradition but I could never look at her the way I look at…”
His right hand quickly covered his eyes in a tight squeeze. You didn’t know what to do, you wanted to make him feel at ease but you’ve never been in a position like this. You never really hung out with people, all your problems were concealed and easy to deal with because it only involved yourself and your mind. He couldn’t fix this without somehow disappointing his entire family. You wouldn’t know what to do if you were in his position.
“You’re expected to marry someone but you already have your eyes set onto someone else.” You didn’t care at the fact that your heart throbbed. You knew deep down in your heart that you had this connection with him but you knew he’d never feel the same way back.
He loved someone else and even if it hurt you, you didn’t care. You wanted him happy.
“Exactly.” Was all he could mutter out. You slowly take your free hand and rest it on his hand that was laying on the table. Giving his hand a small squeeze; he turned it over to hold your hand back.
“Do what makes you happy. Why do you want to live a life that satisfies everyone but yourself?” He squeezed your hand after you said that. He removed the hand from his eyes and looked up at you.
Before he could say anything the door busted open with a full force. You snatch your hand away from his and fake a few steps back. The beautiful red hair and 3 inch heels walk into the room. She was all smiles making her way up to your teacher.
“Hey Bucky! I decided to come a bit early to talk to you about the family dinner we’re having later! I talked to your parents about it and they agreed it would be best. They even talked about our future.”
Your eyes widen in realization. Dolores giggles at literally nothing and completely ignored the fact that her teacher was not having the best day of his life. They both looked at you at the same time. He gave you a look that you once again couldn’t describe. It was a mixture of sadness, anger and confusion.
“Oh hey (Y/N)! Why are you here early talking to Bucky?”
When you first initially met Dolores you thought she was a beautiful, smart, generous woman. You soon realized she was only beautiful and smart. She wasn’t kind or understanding at all. She never started anything with you but she always made comments on people who she believed were below her. You’ve heard her make comments on the quiet kids in class, the kids that aren’t as fast as others at learning and you’ve often heard her make comments on your friends Sam and Steve.
Mr.Barnes was aware of this, after mornings and mornings of useless conversations he knew who you liked in the class and who you despised.
“Oh, I was just asking for help on the lesson. I was having troubles with it.” Blatantly lying to her face you gave her a quick smile.
“Makes sense, you aren’t exactly the smartest in the class anyways. I mean, your friends are dumb and dumber right?” The moments those words left her mouth you stopped all movement. Did she just say what you thought she said?
“You know what Dolores? Fuck. You.” The look in your eyes was pure rage. You didn’t like her and she just insulted not only you but your friends.
“The last thing I would want to do is fuck you, (Y/N). Besides, I’ve got myself a man to fulfill those needs for me.” She smiled at you and walked next to the silent mans seat and rubbed her arm across his upper back. “Don’t act like I’m not there when you flirt with him during class. Don’t worry though, you can stop trying now that he’s officially mine.”
“What?” You gave them both a look of confusion “The last thing I could care about is a teacher student relationship. You really think I care about that?” You raised your head laughing at her stupidity before focusing your gaze back at her.
“Just because you’re from a family of money does not mean you’re smarter or better than anyone else. I bet you haven’t even spoken a word to half the people you make fun of in this class. You’re just another rich young white girl who gets through life by her daddy’s money. Everyone else? We got here by hard work and determination. We all don’t have the privileges you do. If anyone here is superior to everyone else, it would never be you.”
You felt your cheeks becoming red along with your clenching teeth. Your head grew hot reminding you of the once minor headache you had. You looked down at the man, eyeing the hand still resting on his back. He gave you a sorrowful look basically implying he wasn’t going to do anything about it.
You could tell that the pitiful woman in front of you didn’t care. She saw the look you received from Barnes and knew he wouldn’t fight against her.
You scoffed; he was going to defend a woman he doesn’t like - a woman he doesn’t like over a friend that has done nothing wrong to him.
Students started to fill up the class and the 5 minute bell rung shortly after.
Laughing to yourself in disbelief you toss your drink into the trash and grab your bag.
“I hope you make your family proud, Mr.Barnes.”
Walking towards the door to leave you bump and shove past two familiar faces.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” The dark haired man stopped and followed you out into the hallway grabbing your shoulders.
You looked toward him seeing Steve right over his shoulder looking at you with a concerned look. Running your hands through your hair in frustration you sighed and figured it would be for the best to leave them out of it. Even if it made you angry it wasn’t your decision to tell others Mr.Barnes problems.
“Yeah, I’m just not in the mood. I’m sorry guys. I’m just going to skip out on today’s class.”
“Does Barnes know?” Steve walked up next to you and gave you a side huge for reassurance.
“He does, that’s what I was speaking to him about.”
“You know, the only thing that keeps me throughout his class is you and your hilarious comments. Without those, I won’t be able to make it. Why don’t we all just skip today and go out for pizza or something?” Sam put his hands to his sides looking for an answer.
I have posted this set before, but i did some mistakes, and i decide to fix it. First of all, I have tried to fix Lance’s skin colour, wich was wrong in first version of this set (i hope this is better q^q sorry please for this mistake), and also i have fixed some details in other arts in set. So, I hope this post is better UuU
and so, here is information about this set. I will just copy my text from first version of this post. So, here it is:
HUGS HEADCANON TIME!!!
I have saw headcanon about Hunk, wich is about him supporting members of team. And headcanon about Hunk’s hugs with Shiro and headcanon about cookies for Pidge from him and I am be like HMMM!!!!! So here it is,
multi-headcanon about that kind of hugs everyone in team gets from our cinnamon roll then they need it
Big “Who wants space peanut cookies?” hugs for Pidge
Warm “We will do something with your nightmares. Come here” hugs for Shiro
Silent “I can just sit here with you if it will make you feel better” hugs for Keith
Trust “Tell me about your problems, i will listen you” hugs for Lance
p.s. thanks people in tumblr for headcanons wich are inspired me! As i remember they were @captainsbones and @yarrayora and i cant find that post with cookies for Pidge headcanon so i dont have the athor D”””: …and if i did something wrong please tell me, its just my first expierience with headcanons, au and other things like that so i dont understand how it works :D
WOW I CANT BELEIVE I BROKE MY HIATUS FOR THIS BUT ITS IM P O R T A N T
WONDER WOMAN WAS SO GOOD. SO GOOD. (a lil cliche at the end, admittedly, but SO. GOOD.) ok lemme just
The little things. In the flashback to Ares corrupting man or whatever, it wasn’t just men fighting, it was also women.
NO SEXY SHOTS, NO GLORIFIED POSES, NO STUPID ARMOR THAT COVERED NOTHING. EVERYTHING WAS PRACTICAL AND BEAUTIFUL. THEY DIDNT HAVE FULL SKIRTS, SOME OF THEM EVEN WORE LEGGINGS, EVERYTHING WAS FULLY COVERED.
when diana landed at the very end and her thighs jiggled like a real fucking person i damn near started crying im. wow
THERE WERE SO MANY DIVERSE WOMEN ON THEMISCRYA! All sizes, colors, builds, it was so nice so so so nice
those entire scenes when steve gets out of the bath and also on the boat
uh side note “she came to the conclusion that men were necessary for procreation, but not for pleasure”
“I’m a bit…above average”
“where i come from, we call that slavery” “i like her” in short etta candy is?? a blessing?? i wish she could have had a bigger role than just pointing a sword at that one guy trailing them. obviously that was incredible but i wanted etta fucking up some shit
that plot twist with ares was pretty good, although i was half laughing bc the actor who played him was remus lupin and why would the god of war be a skinny white dude with a curly mustache i just. i cant
this may seem like a really small deal for anyone else but in the train scene when they’re at the station and other scenes as well there were Indian soldiers and a lot of people forget thousands of Indians were drafted and forced to fight as they were under british imperial rule at the time and you know what? when you’re so overlooked all of the fucking time? Even saying two or three faces in the crowd is fucking amazing? Because someone remembered you existed?
out of that team of 5 2 were POC and hey. its not perfect but. its definitely. good™
Chief was portrayed so well?? no Native American stereotypes that I could catch (then again, I’m not familiar with any and wasn’t actively looking out for them, please correct me if I’m wrong) but he actually USED his knowledge and culture?? so good??? Also at least one sentence about how white men ruined Native Americans to a horrific extent. I would’ve preferred a conversation, but def better than nothing
I love how they addressed the “how come she speaks english”, because it wasn’t just some offhand “I speak thousands of languages, no biggie”, but it was pretty damn vital to the plot
It got really in touch with humanity as a whole and I fucking loved it. I think it’s also hella fitting for the current political climate - the whole “yes, they’re the bad guys, but it’s also partially my fault” - I can’t really phrase it, it was just - nice.
Honestly? I REALLY liked how they used WWI instead of II. WWII is a little overdone in the superhero genre, and WWI was the biggest war the world had ever faced. It was the Great War up until the 1940s. It was an enormous humanitarian crisis (not that WWII wasn’t ofc) but its really not talked about in the movies. I think this is really the first time the world as a whole saw such international, dangerous war, and it was perfect for the reasoning and the timeline. if it had been WWII, the world would already be war-weary. This way, it’s fresh for man AND Diana.
thank GOODNESS dc has upped their game and didn’t make the part where she was in no-man’s zone the climax and just drag it on from there (because that’s what they did with suicide squad and it was absolutely terrible). They actually had a mini climax then a rest and a buildup before the biG climax which made my plot chart loving heart happy.
steve is a pure man who tried his best not to objectify diana and told off others who did as well and its not like diana was taking aNY of that shit and the ways he complemented her weren’t creepy or gross they were nice and genuine
if i recall correctly, charlie really didn’t show off his sharpshooting skills that much. he had problems. he wasn’t the greatest at what he did. But then diana was like “then who would sing for us?” and i just. even if ur not great at something. even if youre plagued by nightmares and ghosts and haunting wars. you’re still wanted. you’re still valued. sorry it was SO nice
NO!!!! SEXUALIZATION!!! OF!!! DIANA!!
wonder woman saved both all of dc and my soul for superhero movies
Summary: After a rough night, reader wakes up with the worst hangover and the news that her long time crush is planning a romantic dinner for his date.
Warnings: Reader is a crazy dickhead.
This is my entry for @tatortot2701 ‘s AU Writing challenge! (I believe she has still some prompts available) I hope you like it! Tried to make it angsty but I somehow couldn’t.
“Oh man, oh man… Not again.” You groaned as the first rays of sunlight hit your lids, your arms wrapping around the pillow as you bent it over your head. “This is the last time I’ll–” You were sure your tongue had been replaced by sandpaper.
“It won’t.” The deep and loud voice resonated right in both sides of your temples, making you moan, the soft cushion muffling the sound. “Your relationship with vodka is the longest affair you’ve ever had.” He mocked, still leaning against the door frame, his playful smirk getting wider as he saw you showing him your middle finger.
i wanted to request a reggie imagine where the reader is friends with archie and the others. she was best friends with jason and before that she was always really happy and a ray of sunshine and reggie always had a crush on her. after jasons death she’s really sad and shy and doesn’t talk much anymore. when they have to do a school project together reggie sees scars om her arms and asks her about it and she tells him that it’s because of jason. he comforts her and they talk and kiss and fluff!
A/N: Okay changed the requests up a bit, but not too much I wanted to do justice to the requestor; hopefully you guys like it. I am back from Hiatus thank you for being so understanding. Remember I love you all and thank you all for following me and being a great support system. Man I missed writing, enjoy.
Summary: Reader is going through the motions of losing her best friend Jason.
Spoilers: I LOVE YOU!
Warnings: !!Reader has depressing and suicidal thoughts!! Like one bad word, and if you have depression that leads to suicidal thoughts reach out, don’t suppress it, you’re worth everything in this universe. Remember that harming yourself is not the answer and the world wouldn’t be the same without you babe.
It was a nightmare it had to be.
You woke up your heart racing feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. The sweat dripping from your forehead, yet you were shivering. You opted out of the dance because doing things without him was hurtful. A nap had always been more your style especially these days when your insomnia seemed to take over. Your nightmares kept you awake any sleep you got was a miracle.
You sat up wiping the sweat off with your sweater sleeve. You hated these vivid nightmares, hoping that’s all they were, nightmares. Something in your heart just hoped that maybe just maybe he was still alive and well somewhere away from this horrid town.
Those thoughts pushed away as your father entered your room. You caught the look in his knowing the news you were about to receive. He sat in bed next to you as he revealed that Jason’s body was found in Sweetwater River. He was gone, he was finally gone, no more hoping he was alive. Much to your dismay the story was everywhere, your best friend was murdered, and the asshole who did the deed was nowhere to be found.
He was shot.
The sound made you shudder, maybe you weren’t there, but the sound felt fresh in your ears and you couldn’t escape it.
Who would somebody do that to him and why? You didn’t know. What did Jason do? What did the person want to accomplish murdering your best friend? But you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d never see his charming smile, his crappy jokes. The person who you had formed a strong bond with since your childhood was gone. Tears started dripping out of your eyes as if their life depended on them.
The weekend was over, it was time to go to school. To roam the halls without him next to you. Sure you had other friends, but no one could compare to Jason Blossom.
You looked into the mirror the bags under eyes revealing your lack of sleep and your nonstop crying. You almost crawled back in bed, but you couldn’t hide in your room forever. Walking into your closet choosing a black sweater he had gotten you for your birthday. As you placed on you were about push your sleeves up when you saw your handiwork. This weekend was hard and the razor sharp blade helped you realize that this weekend wasn’t a nightmare. The scar was fresh and you hid them and made your way to school.
You swore people were looking at you, at the bags under your eyes, that the color of your skin seemed to drain as well. Whispering making its way through the little cliques. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize the red-haired boy made his way towards you, you almost lost it, he reminded you too much of Jason.
“Hey (Y/N), How are you?” Archie gave you a sad smile as he pulled you in a small hug.
A tear dripped from your eye as he pulled away, he was reminding you too much of Jason, you couldn’t do it. You didn’t want anyone to see you have a freak out so you made a run for it. The closest place being the empty girl’s locker room.
Archie almost ran your way, but someone stopped him, someone who maybe felt the same loss you felt.
“I got her Arch” Cheryl spoke bravely as she opened the door to the locker room seeing you crying in your hands coiled up in one of the benches.
“Hey (Y/N)” Cheryl spoke shyly as she sat next to you.
“I’m sorry Cher, I just I don’t know how to do this without him” you cleaned up your tears.
“I was his sister, his twin (Y/N)” she spoke a bit coldly and you grew confused and hurt.
“I know that, I- I didn’t mean to” she cut you off.
“Oh no I get you, you were his friend, but me (Y/N) I was his sister. I am also a Blossom so I can’t look pathetic or else people will talk” she kept on and you grew even more hurt “Look (Y/N) he’s gone, he can’t come back, so do yourself a favor and stop dwelling in the past.”
Here you sat hoping that maybe she was going to comfort you. That maybe Jason’s loss would somehow help you two connect or least maybe she’d stop hating you. You wondered how she could function with him gone. She said it best he was her brother, he was always there for her. You heard the stories you often watch them unfold as The Blossoms favored Jason more than Cheryl. She was never fond of you because Jason spent time with you, time he didn’t spend with her. Jason always tried to get you both to hang out, he wanted his two girls to like each other.
The bell rang, you waited a while to get to class because you didn’t want to face anyone. You washed your face so the puffiness of your crying didn’t show so much and made your way to class.
You started to shut everyone out, your friends grew worried, but also respected the fact that you wanted your space. Any day going to school they tried to get you to contribute to their lunch conversations, but your mouth stayed shut.
What the point of living without him.
It got to the point where you skipped lunch and snuck into the library and hid yourself from all of them. You started cutting more often to release the pain. Your wardrobe was only long sleeve clothing. The color of your skin felt like it was losing its pigment. Your eyes were lifeless, the bags under eyes covered with the bit of makeup you wore just to cover up your pain. Your appetite grew small until it was no more. You started to lose weight, everyone was worried about you.
You looked dead.
You caught the eyes of one of Jason’s friends, Reggie Mantle. You knew him, you often hung out with him thanks to Jason. You had worked with him for a school project recently, it was a while since you had smiled and somehow Reggie helped ease a bit of the pain; but sadly not all of it. Recently he was the only one who didn’t get the memo you wanted to be alone. He even let you hold his hand during the funeral to help you get through it in one piece.
With the recent current events Reggie sure missed Jason, he missed his friend and teammate. Something that he missed the most though was the smile that used to take place on your face. He missed how you were the only last good thing in Riverdale. He hated how you were in pain and it seemed that all his efforts weren’t working. He missed the light in your eyes, if only you knew how much you meant to him. He remembered when he started crushing on you he felt terrible because he thought you were with Jason. Jason went out of his way to get you two together, but it never happened. You both didn’t know why since you returned those feelings.
Now your mind wasn’t occupied in crushes no matter how amazing Reggie was being. Your depression was at an all-time high. You couldn’t bear it anymore. The cutting wasn’t helping anymore and you were tired of the pills.
You were tired.
Tired of living.
You decided on something, you wanted to be Jason again. You made it seem as if you got better, you fake smiled and started to contribute to your friends conversations. You pretended to be the person you used to be. You wanted the image you were showing to be how your family and friends remembered you. You even gave one of your most prized possession that Jason gave you to Cheryl. You went on a few more dates with Reggie, you didn’t take it too far though; you couldn’t live with yourself if you hurt him.
You decided on a day, you left a letter for your parents at home, and you sent a message to your friends. You made sure you sent it at a moment when they were all together.
They sat in a booth at Pops, you asked them to meet you there knowing well enough you weren’t going to show up. You just wanted them to be together. No one deserves to be alone at this time, you didn’t want to hurt them; but this is all you could think of. The group coincided with Archie, Kevin, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, and Reggie.
The thought of them together made you smile, you sure as hell were going to miss each one of them.
“Where is she?” Reggie broke the conversation that was taking place. Betty was about to speak up when they all received the text.
(Y/N) Messaged ‘The Sad Breakfast Club’:
Thank you guys, you have made my time amazing and I couldn’t ask for better friends than you, but I’m gonna be with Jason now. ❤❤❤❤❤
They all stood up and got out of Pops.
“Where would she go to be with Jason?” Reggie fidgeted.
“Sweetwater River” Jughead added and so they ran, hoping to be on time to rescue you. They arrived to the river wanting to find you as quickly as possible. They all separated in hopes to get you sooner.
“There she is” Cheryl shouted and the ice cracked and you fell right in.
The water was freezing, the current took you.
Reggie ran as fast as he could and they all followed.
“The current has her” Betty grew scared.
“Fan out” Kevin added.
“Over here” Veronica yelled.
Reggie ran towards it, trying to break the glass, Archie helped as well.
The cold water taking effect, you started to lose consciousness. Water started to fill your lungs, you swore in those last moments you saw Jason.
You missed him, but was this the right thing to do?
They were successful in breaking the glass. You were out, Reggie’s hand dripping blood as he settled your body on the ice. He gave you CPR trying to get a pulse and get the water off your lungs as the others had notified the hospital.
“Come on baby, breathe for me” Reggie kept trying a tear steamed down his face.
“The ambulance should be here soon” the others notified, but Reggie kept trying.
They all watched as Reggie tried his best and winced at the look of your arms at the scars you had tattooed on yourself.
Soon the water escaped your mouth, and you started to cough it out and trying to regulate your breathing.
Reggie and the rest of the group sighed in relief you were alive and you heard the sirens coming closer.
The tall handsome caramel skinned boy saved your life. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around you and carried you bridal style closer to the ambulance as it arrived.
“Thank you” you smiled at Reggie looking into his eyes.
“I couldn’t lose you too” he spoke as he placed his lips on yours.
Those lips electrified your body you forgot what it felt like to actually feel alive. All the pain in that moment was no longer there, with one simple passionate kiss he washed it all away.
You both pulled away as the paramedics place you on a gurney.
The hospital called your parents and your friends were awaiting for the clear to see you.
You weren’t ready to explain your reasoning to everyone. Yes you did what you did, it was a planned, but impulsive move and you felt terrible for putting everyone on edge. Thankfully Reggie snuck into your room to talk to you, he was tired of waiting.
“Hey” Reggie scratched his neck making his way next to you.
“Hi” you smiled “listen I’m so sorry about-” he cut you off by kissing you once again, the familiarity of them made your stomach go crazy.
“It’s okay (Y/N/N), you missed Jason, we all do; but he meant a great deal to you. I just feel bad that none of us could change your mind” he frowned.
You reached your hand to his and intertwined your fingers. He looked down at them and caressed your scars and he started to cry.
“It’s not your fault Reg, this was all me. I suppressed everything because I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to burden anyone with my pain. I made myself think I had nobody when I clearly don’t” you cupped his cheek and cleaned his tears.
“You Mantle and the ones out there, you all saved me. I miss Jason and sadly I’ll never have him in my life anymore, but I do have some amazing friends and I wish I would’ve seen that sooner.”
“I don’t want to be your friend (Y/N)” Reggie replied and you pulled your hands away shocked at his revelation “No, no (Y/N), I want to be more than friends, I always have” he collected your hands once again and placed a kiss on your knuckles.
“I’d like that” you smiled.
You kissed one last time only to be interrupted by your friends. Cheryl being the one who ran in and pulled you in a warm embrace, then the rest all followed and did a full on group hug. And you couldn’t help but smile like a fool because clearly you weren’t alone.
You woke up from your sleep, everything was a
haze in your vision – and you felt unusually weird. You tried to open your
eyes, but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried. You then did an attempt
to move your sleeping body, but this turned out to be useless as well. The
weirdness you felt evolved into this scariness you felt building up inside your
guts. What was this? Were you in a sleep paralysis? Your mind was definitely
awake, so you thought your body might be sleeping? However, this felt too
different from a sleep paralysis. You tried to convince yourself that you were
in a sleep paralysis, but everything felt… unreal – which actually shouldn’t be
the case if you were in a sleep paralysis.
Your throat felt dry – and you felt like you
needed to speak up, even if it was just one word. You tried to open up your
mouth, but it felt like your jaws were glued to each other, your mouth not
listening to the signals your brain sent out.
“This must be a dream, it has to be,” you
thought out loud, as you could hear your own voice in your head – making this
echoing sound as if the inside of your brain was totally empty, with your mind
being the only thing wandering around in it. All you could see was a black
void, simply because your eyes were closed tightly, refusing to open up. This
was too frustrating to you – not being able to move – and it felt like you were
about to go nuts at any moment.
But right then, a certain voice stopped you
from going nuts. The voice that has made your heart beat multiple times faster
whenever your ears picked up the sweet, velvet-like sound. It was like this
particular voice made you… complete. As if you were born to hear this voice –
which you technically were, actually – because this voice belonged to no other
than your dear beloved soulmate.
However, as the voice kept repeating its words
– the more the voice repeated the words, the more strangled it sounded, like it
was deeply hurt – and as you became more aware of what these exact words were,
you could feel your heart shredding into pieces. With your body somehow being
paralyzed, your tears weren’t able to come out, but you were sure that you
would have cried a whole deep ocean if your body would not be in this state.
“Y/N. I will always love you. Please, don’t
This wasn’t a one-time occurrence. Every so often, Hange will text Levi about some absurd dream she had, and after a while, Levi figures Hange is just making it up for the fun. One night he’s restless and goes to her room to chat in person, but he finds she’s actually a mess on the other end of the phone. It’s safe to say that she hasn’t been dreaming about birthday parties.
Here you go, anon! It was inspired by a combination of the levihan week prompts “nightmare” and “celebration.”
Request: heyo, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where spiderman saves you from something but later your having nightmares about the attack and Peter comforts you and just fluff
A/N: So today is my birthday and I woke up to more than 550 followers ?!!!! This is CRAZY. The blog has 3 weeks and I never thought I would have more than 100 followers if I’m honest. This is one of the best birthday presents ever! Thank you very much xx
You woke up sweating, the events of two months before running through your mind and reminding you everything that happened that night. You knew you wouldn’t fall back to sleep -you were tired, but also scared. You didn’t want to have nightmares again.
Opening your window, you got to the fire escape and walked to the floor under yours, where Peter lived. You knew he would let you in, and maybe he would even cuddle you. You just wanted to feel protected, and you knew Peter would always be there for you, so that’s where you liked to go when things like this happened. Knocking at his window, you saw him churning. You felt guilty about waking him up, but he always told you it was alright. Touching the scar you got that night on your hip, you knocked again. He finally opened his eyes, and walking to you, he opened the window and let you in, hugging you just as you got in. ‘The same dream?’ he asked, trying to keep his voice low so he wouldn’t wake up May. He was rubbing your hair and keeping you close, and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies inside you. You wanted him to love you, but you knew it was impossible. He saw you as a sister, and that would always be that way. You nodded, and he took you to his bed, still holding you in his arms. You both laid there, cuddling. ‘If Spiderman hadn’t saved me that night, God knows what would’ve happened to me. Maybe I wouldn’t have only a scar. It just-it makes me sick thinking about it. What those men wanted to do with me -I hate it. If you had just heard them Peter. I-I thought they were gonna -I thought they were gonna rape me. I was so scared. In the nightmare Spiderman never comes, and I have to dream about what they do, and it just-it makes me… I don’t even know. I felt so stupid about taking that way home, as if all that had actually been my fault’ you whispered, trying not to cry. You had felt so dirty the first days, that Peter had had to be at your room, waiting for you to come out of the shower, so you wouldn’t be there for hours, just rubbing your skin. ‘Don’t think about that. It wasn’t your fault. I-I will always protect you. I won’t let anything happen to you ever again. I promise’ he said, holding you even closer until there was no space between you both. You closed your eyes and breathed his smell in, finally feeling secure and at home. When May opened Peter’s door at morning to wake him up to go shopping, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the two teenager who were in love with each other and didn’t know about it, and let them sleep, still hugging each other.
A witch loses her parents and is trying to make sense of her much altered world. What happens when she meets the vampires of Mystic Falls and New Orleans?
“How far from Mystic Falls are you?” Your sister was
checking on you for the second time since you left Salem.
“About forty-five minutes.
You know I am perfectly capable of driving ten hours. I’m a rather good driver; I even stopped to
fill up my own gas tank.” The sarcasm
would not be lost on her. There was a
drawn out sigh from her on the other end.
“I know. But I am
allowed to worry about you, you know.
You are all I have left and I will be really pissed if I have to clean
out your bedroom after you die. That
closest alone probably has something that would devour me whole.” A giggle escaped as you continued down one of
the back roads in Virginia.
“Not in the closet. I
would stay out of my greenhouse though.”
Since the death of your parents, you and your sister were the only ones
left of you family. Yes, there were
cousins and probably a distant great aunt or something but no one close. Just you and Scarlet. Your big sister worried over damn near
everything now. While it was nice to be
living in the same house again it got old when she checked up on you multiple
times a day. In time you hoped she would
calm down a bit and give you space to breathe.
It had been about six months since their murder and Scarlet had not
eased up one bit.
“I try and stay away from that place as much as
possible. I don’t want to kill anything
“I appreciate that. I
don’t know how the Gods could have created a witch that kills any plant she
touches. I mean I feel like it’s sin
against nature at the very least.”
“Hey maybe it’s my super power or whatever.” Knowing your sister as well as you did you
knew there was an eye roll in there.
“That is a really shitty super power. You know if you actually let me teach you
some better spells or something you wouldn’t have such an issue with magic.”
“No I’m good. I like
the almost magic free life I live thank you.”
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes.
There had always been some resentment from your big sister regarding
magic. By blood, she was your
half-sister and had never been as powerful as you or your mother. Growing up it had caused issues until the day
when Scarlet decided that she was completely done with it all. She only tolerated it now because you two
lived together in your parents’ old house.
“Whatever you want, Scar.
I am going to go I want to enjoy the rest of this drive before I drop
this stuff off.”
“Fine, just please be careful.” Just another time she wanted to take the
motherly tone with you.
“I will. I will call
you later.” Ending the phone call
quickly, you did not want her to start in on something else. You loved her, she was your big sister but
damn she was trying to suffocate you. It
was one of the reasons why you wanted to take the road trip to deliver the
orders yourself instead of sending them through the mail as you usually did.
You grew plants, flowers, and herbs to sell to mostly
witches and covens throughout the world.
Many of the items you grew were rare and it made it easy for you
customers to find them. The money was
decent and you loved what you did.
Working with your hands and digging in the earth made you feel connected
to everything. Today you were delivering
an order to Sheila Bennett in Mystic Falls.
She was a loyal customer, as she had known your family for many years.
Finally, driving into town after the long trip, dusk was
falling, cooling the air. It felt even
better in your opened cover Jeep. The
center of town was alive with all the lights and people. It was a peaceful looking town. The feel of it all was refreshing compared to
Salem. Maybe you just needed to get away
from home for a few days. The last six
months had taken its toll on you. You
were worn down and exhausted all the time.
It was affecting your everyday life.
Sheila’s house was ten minutes from downtown and before you
knew it you were walking up to knock on the front door. A beautiful girl opened the door with an
inquisitive look. “May I help you?”
“Hi, I’m here to drop off an order for Sheila. Is she home?”
The girl raised a brow for a moment before turning back into the house.
“Grams, someone is here about an ‘order’.” You could hear from somewhere in the house
Sheila’s voice as you stood with yours hands clasped behind your back.
“An order? All right
I’m coming.” As soon as she saw you
standing, at the door a wide grin broke across her face. “[Y/N] Avery!
Child what are you doing here?
Give me a hug.”
Her embrace was comforting, as she held tight. “I can’t believe you are here. I did not expect personal delivery service.” You laughed as she pulled back to look at
“I know. But I wanted
to get away for a little while and thought this would be a perfect time. I’ve filled all my big orders and the smaller
ones have been put on hold for now.”
Sheila cupped your cheek looking you over carefully.
“Honey, you look tired.
You should use some of your own herbs and make something to help you
sleep.” You sighed before shaking your
“Too many nightmares.
Every time I close my eyes… But that isn’t why I’m here. I will grab your stuff from my Jeep.” Wanting to avoid that conversation as much as
possible, you turned back to the vehicle and the two boxes that were belted
safely in the backseat.
“Bonnie help her, there shouldn’t be too much.” The girl followed you out towards your Jeep,
waiting patiently next to you as you unstrapped everything.
“I’m Bonnie, by the way.”
You smiled over at her as you handed her the lighter of the two boxes.
“[Y/N]. Nice to meet
you.” Taking the second box, you headed
back to the house.
“What is all this?”
“I grow herbs and other plants. I sell mostly to witches who use it for their
spells and practices.”
“Oh so you are a witch too?”
Nodding, you entered the house.
“Yes, I’m a witch too.”
Sheila motioned for you to set the boxes on the table.
“[Y/N] comes from a long line of witches just like us. Her mother was a very powerful
practitioner.” She rubbed your back as a
grandmother would. “Now my girl what do
I owe you for the personal delivery?”
“Nothing. You already
paid for everything.” Her brow raised mirroring
Bonnie’s from earlier.
Nothing. I just wanted to get out
of town for a few days and was coming down this direction anyway.”
“How about if you are around tomorrow you come have dinner
with us. You can have a home cooked meal
and we can catch up.” Hugging her tightly you agreed.
“That sounds wonderful.”
Once you had left the Bennet’s, you found the little bed and
breakfast you had registered at online.
It was a quaint little place you could see having a honeymoon at
someday. However, that would require a significant
other of some sort. Your plan was to
stay there for three or four days to explore the town and perhaps the
surrounding area. Maybe a bit of hiking
and shopping before you headed home. You
had not told your sister yet and you knew it was not going to go over well.
A little after nine pm your phone rang signaling it was time
to let her know just that.
“You can’t be serious?
You aren’t coming home tomorrow?”
The ‘mom voice’ was in full effect.
“I am taking a few days for myself Scar. I need it.
A change of scenery and peace. I
am a mess and I can’t take it anymore.”
There was a pause from her before the sigh. No doubt, she had a lot to say but she
refrained from saying it.
“Okay? Really? Just okay?
No demanding I return home this instant?
Who cast a spell on my sister?” Her
quiet laugh sounded in your ear.
“[Y/N], I love you.
You are right about everything you said.
Get out of town for a while and see what the rest of the world looks
like. I can’t keep you all to myself
without hurting you further. I thought I
could make you better but you are right.
You’re a mess and you need to the time to fix yourself. Just be safe please.” The defeat in her voice hurt.
“Scarlet, it’s not like I am not going to go home. I just…”
“I know [Y/N/N]. Take
the time sweetie. You need it. Look call me tomorrow or whenever you
want. I will back off, I promise. Let you be yourself. Love you.”
The call disconnected before you had the chance to respond. You thought you had hid your depression and
exhaustion better. Obviously, you had
not and people were seeing through the front.
The guilt that swelled inside of you made your stomach turn. No other being should have to take on the
chaos that swirled around within you every moment. Especially your sister. She too, had to deal with the death of her
It was difficult to fight back the tears but you did
it. Swallowing them down and pushing
against the darkness that tried to take over your thoughts. The exhaustion this caused only furthered
your desire to rest and find some sort of peace with the new day. As you lay in bed trying to find comfort in
the strange place a few of the errant tears streamed onto the pillow. “Goddess please give me the strength to find
what will bring back the light.”
Your hopes had been that you would feel completely better
after a good night’s sleep. That the
heaviness in your chest would no longer plague every breath you took. It was not what would happen. Though, you were slightly more rested, it all
remained. There was a text on your phone
from Scarlet wishing you a good morning.
It took a lot of will power to not call her sobbing. You wished it would all go away. The exhaustion, the depression… Was it too
much to ask to feel human again?
Once you stood up from the bed, you took a few long deep
breaths to assist with pushing on through your day. Calling on your powers, you tried to fill
yourself with light in an attempt to reenergize yourself. Even if it was only for a short time. As you made your way downstairs, the woman
who owned the B&B met you at the base of the stairs. “Morning Miss Avery. I have breakfast ready and waiting in the
dining room. Would you like any coffee?”
You could smell the sugary sweetness of syrup coming from
the direction of the other room. “Actually do you have any tea?” The woman beamed at you as she nodded.
“A girl after my own heart.
I have a lovely mint, chamomile and a black tea. Which would you prefer?”
“Mint please! Thank
you so much.” That little bit of comfort
in the form of hot liquid and a pinch of sweetness, helped make the rest of
your morning. With the belly full of
food and tea, you set out to explore the little town.
You knew there was a lot of history in this town just as
there was in Salem. But in Mystic Falls,
there were just as many stories of vampires as there were witches. Walking along the streets it was easy to feel
the power the emanated from everything. Perhaps
before you left you would perform a ritual to see some of the old events, see
what had been covered up in the history books.
Being out in the clean air helped your mood a great
deal. Paired with the tea and breakfast
you had, everything did not look as dark as it felt the previous night. By lunchtime, you were starving from all the
walking. The Mystic Grill was downtown
and looked to be fairly busy. Busy by
this little town’s standards at least.
You found a quiet booth off to the side of the main dining area. It gave you the vantage to people watch
around the room and private enough for you to read one of the books you had packed
in your bag.
A good-looking guy, who introduced himself as Matt, came to
take your order. “What can I get you?”
“Umm how about… a burger and fries, a water and two shots of
chilled tequila.” He laughed at the
“Sure thing.” As he
walked off a group walked in, talking loud and all over each other. Bonnie was talking to another pretty girl
with long dark hair. Your eyes made
contact, causing her to smile and wave.
You returned them both as she told her friends she would be right back.
“Hey, [Y/N]. How goes
“Actually not bad.
This town is beautiful and so much history. I have had a good time. Now I am going to eat and decide what I want
to do for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe explore more, maybe nap.
Who knows.” Matt returned with
your drinks as he said hello to Bonnie.
Of course, everyone here knew each other.
“Oh a little liquid lunch?”
She laughed as you downed one of the shots. The cool liquid burning as it slide down. It was wonderful.
“Nope just an appetizer.”
“I need to get back to my friends but don’t forget Grams
wants you over for dinner tonight. She
said six sharp.”
“I will be there.” The burger was delicious and it hit the
spot. Combined with the two tequila
shots you felt ten times better. You
left Matt a big tip and a wink as you waved goodbye from across the room. As you left the Grill, you were not paying
attention to where you were going and walked right into the solid chest of
someone else. Your bag fell to the group
as a flurry of apologies flew from both of your lips.
“I’m so sorry…”
“I’m sorry!” When you
had the chance to look up to see who you had run into, all you could see were
forest green eyes, wide with shock.
“Mary…” Hearing the
name of your mother sent your heart racing.
hi! I might be requesting another after this if that’s okay, just a heads up. But anyhoo could you please write with Bucky Barnes where he and the reader are in hiding and Bucky was held up in a fight and the reader patches him up in the middle of the night + prompts: 55. “You’re a nerd” (the reader makes a Harry potter reference to his injury) 67. You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” 72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” (LORD PLEASE DONT MAKE HIM DIE) okay thank you love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: You and your roommate help heal the scars left by each others past
Words Count: 1300 exactly:)
Genre: kinda sad but its cute
Notes: Okay, prepare you pitchforks bc your girl doesn’t know much about HP. I’ve watched all the movies and read the first book but that’s as far as I’ve gone so if this isn’t exactly right I’m sorry!
(UPDATE: Dude I’m so sorry to the first 9 people who liked/reblogged this, ya girl totally forgot to write a summary. Thanks for having blind faith in my creativity!!)
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Bucky had been your roommate for almost half a year now. You never expected a wanted criminal to answer your add, but you’re glad he did. You were a medic for the military fresh off of your deployment and you couldn’t keep paying your rent without a little help so you put up an add looking for a roommate. Less than 24 hours later, you had a bite on the room and you met up with Bucky to show him the apartment.You knew who he was and what he was when you met him but you didn’t really care as long as he could pay rent and keep the noise down past 10 pm. he accepted the offer and you two have been living with each other ever since.
The man was a pretty respectful roommate and you soon became friends.You noticed the bags under his eyes and the screams emanating from his room some nights but you never pried into it, figuring it had to do with his past. If there was one thing you learned from the military, it’s the signs of PTSD and that dredging up the past potentially could make it worse. So on the nights where it gets bad, he will get up and leave the apartment and you would get up and sit in the living room waiting for his return, a gesture that meant that you were there for him whenever he needed you. When he comes back on those nights you normally don’t speak, you just put on a movie and sit with him on the couch. Bucky was glad you didn’t force him to speak, he took comfort in the fact that every time he would come home after a long night you would be waiting in the living room with a movie in hand. Sometimes he just needed to distract himself and you understood that better than anyone.