𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒

I just finished watching Spider-Man: No Way Home earlier midnight. Don't judge I didn't get to watch it on the cinemas.

This movie fucking broke me, the amount of times I cried in this film, I generally feel bad for tom!peter, he is the peter that went through the most.

But I generally love this movie and I'm excited for Dr. Strange: Multiverse of Madness.

Hi hi! Don't worry, I think I only recently sent you this ask. I'm sorry to hear that you've been struggling but I hope it ends well! Good luck on your studies and I wish you well!!

Uyy bebs, how are you?? You've been gone for a month, I hope you're doing well!!

hi love! i am not sure when you sent this, but I've been well??

things have been...interesting on my end, both good and bad. i think right now i am just hunkered down with studies, so i have been stressed about that. but i am entering my third year of my degree, and it will be a little easier compared to my second year. I'm hoping to get back into writing soon cause i miss it so much T^T

but thank you for checking up on me! it's nice to know that some people still remember me haha

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆―𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Summary: As the compound gets suffocating for Bucky, he decided to venture out in his old hometown when he found comfort looking bookstore with an interesting owner. As they get a chance to meet in person, their feelings are hard to keep to themselves, will they able to resolve that problem?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst.

Warning: Mention of HYDRA, Brief mention of injury, violence and death, few vulgar words, Soft!Bucky.

Status: Ongoing

Spotify Playlist.

Chapter:

―The classics section

―The call

—𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵

—victim and vulnerability

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Did you get enough love?

Summary: It wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to break. If he saw this, he might yell at me, you thought. Thoughts racing through your head, you feel the corner of your eyes well up with tears and your heart racing. You were afraid he might yell at you, or do worse, though it was given he would never—thoughts still running through your head.

What if he saw this?

Pairing: Nanami Kento x GN!reader.

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort.

Warning/s: Past trauma, trauma response, minor injuries, blood.

Word Count: 1.0k

Prompt: "Did you get enough love? My little dove, Why do you cry?"

n/a: I think this is me dumping my trauma. Or i just want angst HAHSSHHS. This is also lazy writing so I'm sorry if there's errors.

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It wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t supposed to break.

You felt a lump on your throat as you saw the broken vase in front of you, it wasn’t supposed to break, you were simply cleaning and accidentally broke the vase while you were wiping the table.

If he saw this, he might yell at me, you thought. Thoughts racing through your head, you feel the corner of your eyes well up with tears and your heart racing. You were afraid he might yell at you, or do worse, though it was given he would never—thoughts still running through your head.

Your breath shortens as you try to keep on breathing, and your head spirals into that abyss of void, you wish you can forget what it feels, both physical and mental. Every yell, bruise, scars—opened again, like a deadly flower that comes to slowly torture its body until it wither away.

Every memory plays on your head on repeat, of every possibility and scenarios play on repeat like the song you love so much got stuck on your head, you think about it every second.

Then you heard your phone ringing, you flinched at the sudden noise. When you looked at the name plastered on your phone, you froze, its him—its Kento.

You felt like you can’t move, no. You don't want to move. Maybe your voice will hint that something is wrong, that something happened.

The ringing stopped, that only caused your nervousness to rise. You felt yourself move, reaching for your phone that was once ringing. You saw a voicemail in your message, you felt like your heart was gonna burst out of your chest—you didn’t want to listen to it, but you hesitantly listened to it.

“Sweetheart, are you busy? You usually pick up the phone. Don’t worry I'm almost home, love you.”

Even with his sweet voice echoing through your phone speaker. You managed to twist his voice, tone, everything. It was poisonous. You looked at the time, 5:15 PM. Maybe you still have time to clean it up.

In panic, you kneeled in front of the broken vase and picked it up with your bare hands. You didn’t even think about getting a broom or maybe cutting your hand, creating more mess. You were hyperventilating, you were aware yet you ignored it, choosing to clean up the mess you made, it was always you—you were a mess.

You were always the mess, maybe that’s why your past lovers didn’t want you, maybe that’s why your parents didn’t care—maybe it’s because of you–

“I’m home–”

Your eyes widened, you felt your breath on your lungs, you desperately tried to push the tears back.

It was an accident.

You gulped.

I promise it won’t happen again.

You slowly looked up.

I’m sorry.

His eyes show concern and worry.

I’ll fix this.

But you managed to make it the most disgusting gaze he ever looked at you.

I’ll be better– so please don’t-

You gripped on the glass shards too hard, piercing your skin.

Don’t leave me.

Blood dripping down, staining the white tiles, he hastily removes his coat and puts it on the couch. He kneeled in front of you, but before he could touch you, you backed away.

“Don’t I’ll get blood all over you.” even with your shaky breath, you manage to compose yourself. He felt you were scared, he worries that you’re scared of him.

“Honey, I need to patch up your hand.” Finally, you opened your ears, for real this time. You heard his sweet voice, it wasn’t dripping venom in every word he said, no—it was lace with concern and love, it was warm, comforting even—it eases your mind and heart. You met his eyes for the first time, he didn’t look at you as if you were disgusting, or a waste of time. He looked at you with adoration, full of love, and just you—he saw the good in you.

Your tears fell, not even holding back anymore, keeping it all together, is really painful, living like this is really painful.

You sobbed, finally letting go of the glass shards you have in hand, everything you’ve been keeping inside, you finally let go. You felt a pair of arms wrapped around your fragile body, he didn’t care about the mess, nor the blood, he just cared about you, yet you still feel guilty.

“I-I’m sorry about the vase, it was an accident I swear, I was just cleaning and— and the tiles and I got blood on your shirt–” you were stuttering, rambling even. He knew about this, how you ramble when you apologize, even in the little things you apologize—even the things you didn’t do.

He cupped your cheeks, effectively making you stop, he slowly guided you head to face him. His hands were warm, it was rough but some parts were soft, comforting—you wished you held his hand like this before.

“Can you look at me?” his gentle tone guided you, and you looked at him. You realized, you were safe, you were always safe with him, you have nothing to worry about.

“Did you get enough love? My little dove… why do you cry?”

Maybe it’s just the past trauma. The trauma response. The instinct you felt from your past lovers, and your parents. It was never your intention to be weak, trauma was supposed to make you stronger, right?

That's what they always say, I mean there's a lot of people with trauma and they turned out fine, strong, and not weak. That should be you, not sensitive, cry whenever you’re angry. You’re just seeking attention, they say.

“I–” you felt a huge lump on your throat, aching to be released. “I was told if I made a mistake, I wasn’t good enough or I didn’t try harder and–” there it is again, you are rambling.

Force of habit, I guess.

“Love, it’s okay.” It was?

Is it really okay?

You silently cried, it wasn’t from emmbasesment or anything, it was more of… relief. You can trust him, trust him with your body, soul, heart, everything. He can take care of you, he can love you.

Maybe you deserve this.

“You’re safe.” he chanted, and he repeatedly said you’re safe, until you realized you were.

“I will love you the way you deserve love.”

© 𝐋𝐔𝐕-𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate. please ask me first then credit me once you shared my work to other platforms.

Okay... I can explain.

I have a lot of ideas before that I fully dropped, I remembered these abandoned series because I was looking at my drafts in Tumblr (Which i have a shit ton). I actually wanna rewrite everything but it's gonna take me about a million years to finish.

I do have plans on finishing all of this, i just don't know when. I literally have notes for some chapter ideas.

📣: Announcement.

I think I need to address it rather than getting straight to the point. I'm leaving the writing community or rather maybe taking a long long break.

Everytime I want to write, nothing comes up on my head, I have multiple unfinished drafts and all of them only have like the first paragraph in.

And the amount of my work that is under appreciated. Call me self-absorbed but I worked my ass off writing and thinking every fic I post. The lack of feedback, reblogs and likes I get is seriously unmotivating.

Like I've worked so hard and I'm pushing myself to finish it with the ending that I think will satisfy people but in the end, few people only read it. It's seriously unmotivating and my hard work doesn't get recognize enough.

Cut me some slack, but I think I deserve some recognition as well.

I'll be either taking a break for god knows how long, or I'm quitting. Either way I'll be gone for a long time.

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𝘏𝘪, 𝘔𝘪𝘮𝘪. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦. 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘨𝘨, 7:30 ? -𝘈𝘣𝘪

Hi Abi!

First of, I'm glad that there's no tissues in use tho hopefully it made your heart ache.

Second, I'm glad you enjoyed my story, I just kinda laughed a lot in the makings of that story.

Third, I wanted to kinda make it more emotional so I decided to write where reader is still present by soul not physical, and the beach is really something that sticks out when I read the manga about his death.

Fourth, yes, It's a reference of 7:3 ratio and July, 30.

Lots of love <3

Hi!! can I request a Larissa x teacher!reader with a really shy reader but is also a people pleaser. Basically reader finally asks Larissa out on a date. Reader wanted it to be the best date ever so they planned a lot but Larissa completely forgets. And I mean like maybe a few days have passed and she still hasn’t remembered because of work. Reader doesn’t want to make a fuss so acts okay but also avoids Larissa a little until one day, Marilyn (just Marilyn) who is reader’s best friend who was maybe away for a conference comes back and asks Larissa how the big date went and Larissa panics and apologizes to reader and asks for a second chance. Fluffy ending please. Thank you!!

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺

a/n: I got kinda lazy at the end but hopefully this is good!

It's a rare sight for you to stand up and walk with confidence. You’d rather be quiet, having the sound of nature,  maybe reading in the library, hidden amongst the people. Going out of your way just to please people even with your shy demeanor. Preferably, you’d help through the shadows, not wanting to draw out attention.

You prefer that way.

Meeting Larissa Weems didn’t exactly help with this case. Ever since working at Nevermore Academy, meeting her was either a blessing or a curse. You were absolutely smitten with her, helping her with work and the students.

God, it was love at first sight. But it truly wasn’t.

You gradually fell for her, and each moment you spent time with her made you fall into an inevitable pit that is called love. A pit you fall deeper and deeper into the abyss. Every time you try to hide it, and when she shows up, all the walls you’ve built around it crumble.

She stood in the middle of the garden of Nevermore, shoulders slacked and hair untied. Still, in her usual working clothes, she relaxed amid the night. You bask in all her beauty.

“It’s quite late to be here, Principal Weems.” Larissa turned around and smiled.

“I could say the same thing, Dear.” You always hated how her endearment affects you, those simple words made your knees weak.

You averted your eyes away from her. “I just have something on my mind.”

“I could say the same thing." She said, "Now, what's troubling you?"

You shook your head. "It's nothing, Principal—" 

"Call me Larissa, we're alone." 

"As I said, It's nothing." You gently retorted. The cold wind brushed against both of you, shivering from the cold night.

"You're cold." 

"I'm fine."

"You'll catch a cold."

You wished to fight back, wanting more time with her, but it's in the midst of October, and the weather has been getting colder as winter is soon coming.

"Okay." She gave you a small bow and headed off to guess her office. You strike confidence, it’s now or never.

“Can I take you out?” she paused, turning around to see if she heard it right. “Say that again?” Her tone was never offended or anything, she was curious. Her lips curled up slowly.

Feeling a heat creep up to your cheeks as you play with the hem of your clothes. “Can I take you out? Like on a date?”

“Okay,” She said, not breaking eye contact with you, while you were barely keeping it.

“How does Friday at 6 pm sound?”

“Let's do that.”

Suddenly, the night wasn’t as cold as it was.

You wanted everything to be perfect, setting up the date and making a reservation in a secluded restaurant in Jericho. You even asked your friend, Marilyn for help, as she was the one who wanted you to confess already.

You stood just around the corner of Weathervane waiting for Larissa. 5:50 PM.

You dolled up, wanting to impress her, but god you should have chosen much shorter heels than a three-inch one, your feet already want to give up. But you perceive, wanting to keep this date.

Twenty minutes passed, and she was nowhere to be seen. You can see the stares of others, pitying you as if you’ve been stood up. But you kept waiting.

Minutes turned into an hour, the Weathervane was closing, and you’d been standing on the sidewalk for more than an hour in these god-horrendous heels. You sighed, feeling defeated, and pulled out your phone to cancel the reservation.

You could tell the lady behind the door felt pity for you. You hated being pitied.

After hours of standing, you walked away from where you were once standing. Removing the heels and opting to walk barefoot till you arrive at your apartment. Feeling an overwhelming feeling that builds up, making your tears swell up with tears. You were thankful that there aren’t people in the streets anymore.

You sobbed quietly, vigorously wiping the tears away. That night, the cold was harsh.

Monday came into the picture. No calls, no texts, no nothing. You received nothing from her. Seeing how packed her schedule was, you opted not to consult her about this. This isn’t as important as work. You can understand.

Marilyn happily walked to the corridor of Nevermore after her two days for a conference. She knocked on Larissa’s door and entered as she heard her words come in.

“Good morning Principal Weems, here are the papers from the conference.”

“Thank you, Ms. Thornhill.” She smiled, taking the papers in her hands and giving them a quick look.

“If I could ask, How was your date?”

She paused, slowly looking up at her. “Date? I don’t believe I went to—” she felt a lump in her throat. The date. The date she had agreed to two days ago. “Fuck.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot?” She retorted, seeing the guilt on Larissa’s face.

“I didn’t mean to, I was too involved with work I–” she tried to make up excuses, but she knew it was not worth listening to. “That was two days ago.”

Larissa buried her head in her hands, shame and guilt build up. She heard Marilyn sigh, slightly afraid of what she'd say.

“Go apologize to them, she probably locked herself in their office.” Larissa stood up, but before heading out, Marilyn called her.

“Principal Weems.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll let it slide this time. There won’t be next time.” her voice was stern.

She smiled slightly. “Then I won’t waste your kindness.” After that, she heads out to find you.

Once she arrived in front of your office, she felt nervous. Her hands were trembling, feeling a lump in her throat. Before she could knock, your door opened. After two days without seeing you, she saw slight changes in your appearance.

The bags are under your eyes even though you desperately try to hide them with makeup. The way your back is hunched back, and trying your hardest to go through your day.

“Oh. Larissa, What brings you here?” you asked even though you already know.

“Can we go inside?” You opened the door wider, welcoming her into your office. She mouthed ‘Thank you’ as she walked inside.

You closed the doors and turned your attention to her. “So…”

You play with your finger, eyes on your shoes. Even though it wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t help but avoid her gaze.

She cautiously approaches you. “I’m sorry dear. I’m sorry for making you wait for nothing, I’m sorry for not showing up. I got caught up with work and I know it's ridiculous. I mean, I didn’t contact you for two days but believe me, I am sorry for what I did.” she slowly reached into your hands and intertwined them with hers.

“I’m sorry love, if I could turn back time I would leave my work and go on a date with you.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “If you would like to give me a chance, will you go on a date with me?” her eyes say nothing but guilt and hope. Hope that you will take up the offer.

“You won’t be late?” you asked softly.

She smiled. “I won’t.”

“You won’t leave me alone?”

She brings you into an embrace, slowly petting your head and planting a kiss. “I never wish to leave you alone again.”

© 𝐋𝐔𝐕-𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐃 - all rights reserved. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate. please ask me first then credit me once you shared my work to other platforms.

Nanami on the phone with Gojo: What did you do?

Gojo: Why do you always assume that I did something?!

Nanami: Itadori said you were arrested.

Gojo:

Gojo: ... I may or may not have tried to steal an ice cream truck.

Thank you bestie. (≧▽≦)

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