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imagine-a-life-like-this · 11 months

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Always Him : Chapter 13

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Warnings : swearing, drinking, smoking weed, argument, mentions of sex, making out, brief mention of bullying

“I like this.” Y/n smiled. Hongjoong grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers, smiling at her when she started swinging their arms back and forth. She was absolutely beautiful, stunning in a way that makes him desire more. He loves her, he knows he does, he’s said it to her, but he can tell by the hesitation in her actions that she doesn’t believe him.

Why would she? He confuses her. Pulling her into his arms, brushing hair out of her face, telling her she’s beautiful. Kissing up and down her body whenever they’re in bed together. It feels like it’s more than sex. But then he tells everyone they’re just friends. Tells Seonghwa she’s nothing to him.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to take you on a date.” He told her softly. “Being with you is what I want, you know that right?” She nodded.

“I know. I’m patiently waiting for you.” How did he get so lucky with her? He thanks the universe for giving her to him. For allowing her to love him so purely. “Please don’t take too long.” They stopped walking, Hongjoong letting go of her hand so he could hold her face in his hands.

“I won’t. But remember no matter what, I’ll always be yours.” He gave her a quick kiss before letting of her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I’m always yours too.”

Her friendship means the world to me. The words echoed in her mind. Clawing at her brain, digging out every insecurity. They taunted her, laughed in her face. Made fun of her for thinking her and Hongjoong were getting somewhere with their relationship. “Should we go home? When I bought you new fishnets, I bought a few other things I’d love to see you in.” He held her from behind, running his fingers up and down her arm, whispering the words in her ear.

“Let go of me.” She said softly, blinking back her tears. Hongjoong did as told, walking to stand in front of her, seeing her wipe away a tear that had rolled down her cheek.

“Hey, hey, look at me. What happened?” He reached out for her, but she stepped away from him. “Did I fuck up again?”

“Why are you so adamant on everyone knowing we’re just friends? Why can’t you just admit there’s something more?” He glanced down to the phone in her hand, twitter pulled up, his post specifically.

“You know that you’re more than a friend to me, so why doesn’t it matter if everyone else thinks otherwise?” He raised his voice, tired of having this conversation every other day. Tired of having to apologize for the same thing over and over. But he wouldn’t change it if it meant she stayed.

“Because I look like a fool! Like I’m chasing someone that doesn’t want me. Do you know what that feels like? What it’s like to have people stare at you with judgmental eyes, laughing at you behind your back?” He was silent for a moment, processing her words, watching more tears well up until she couldn’t hold them back anymore.

“Why didn’t you tell me people were bullying you?” He tried to step towards her again, but she stepped back, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to fix this tonight.

“Would it have made a difference? Would you stop denying us?” Silence. And that was all she needed to hear to know that nothing would have changed. “If you’re embarrassed, just say that. If you don’t love me, stop leading me on. We either go all in, or we go back to being friends.”

“Y/n I told you to just give me time! You told me you’d wait.”

“Just because I said I’d wait doesn’t mean I’d put up with this same bullshit.” He called after her as she walked away, but he didn’t try to stop her. She needs space, needs to be away from him. So he walks home alone, leaving her to walk the streets alone.

San forever a life saver for her. Ever since Wooyoung introduced them, San has been her life saver. Someone she can turn to for help when she feels like she’s suffocating.

“Bubs.” He smiled at her as he took the seat next to her. She immediately clung to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, and resting her head on his shoulder. “Did you want to talk about it?” He brushed the hair out of her face, noticing the obvious redness around her eyes. Anger and worry bubbled up inside of him. How could Hongjoong make her cry?

“Can you just help me forget?” He nodded, ordering a couple more bottle of soju, and promising her that he’ll never leave her, no matter what.

It was a promise she couldn’t believe. It’s the promise Jeongin made to her when they were still kids playing in the playground. Linking their pinkies together and vowing to never let harm come her way.

For years he kept that promise, being by her side, protecting her from everything and everyone. When she met Kayla and Mae in high school, Jeongin was worried. Worried they would one day hurt her, leave her crying like friends in the past. But they proved him wrong over and over.

It was Kayla that helped him realize his feelings for Y/n were more than platonic. And it was Mae that helped him confess. Over the years, I fell in love with you.

But even though his love started out innocent, it turned out toxic. And that very promise he made to her turned out to be their downfall. We promised to be by each other’s side no matter what!

San wasn’t Jeongin though. San was different. San was kind and caring and he loved her so much. He was gentle with her. His voice was always soft. He was comfort in human form. And she would thank Wooyoung forever for introducing them if she could.

“Do you have anymore weed? I could really go for some right now.” Two bottles of soju later, both Y/n and San were drunk. Words slurring together, stumbling as they walked around, enjoying the nice weather outside.

“I always have some.” San chuckled, pulling out a small box from his pocket, and handing her a joint, pulling one out for himself. He pulled a lighter out from another pocket, stepping closer to her, inches away, and lit the joint for her.

She studied his face as he did. Taking in his sharp features. His skin looked so soft, so smooth. And his lips. She stared at them as he lit her joint, her heart picking up pace. She had a sudden urge to kiss him. Wanted to feel his lips on hers. Wanted to feel his hands roam her body and hers did the same to his.

But then he stepped away, lighting his own joint. She couldn’t look away from him though. Studying his entire body, taking in every part, every curve, every muscle. “Like what you see?” San joked, but she just nodded as she took another puff.

She held the smoke in her mouth as she stepped closer to him, lightly grabbing his chin with her thumb and pointer fingers, his mouth opening just enough for her to blow the smoke inside. And then she kissed him.

She kissed him in a way she’s never kissed anyone before. With feverish hunger, with desire. A part of her expected him to pull away, but he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. They pulled away for only a few seconds, putting out their joints, and pulling each other back in.

San had never felt this way before. The way his heart swelled, the way she fit so perfectly within his arms, it felt like they were soulmates. Like they were meant to be together. He’s surprised he never realized it before, that he was in love with her, but it all makes sense to him now.

The need to be with her. Wanting to protect her, wanting to see her happy. He loved when she needed him, loved when she would reach out to him, wanting to spend time just the two of them.

He thought back to the night of the club, seeing her kiss Yeosang. He knew now it was jealousy that compelled him to get everyone back home. Jealousy that made him get so high when he was home, trying to forget that she was sleeping with someone that wasn’t him.

San was in love with her, and if this kiss was anything to go by, she was in love with him too. And when she finally pulled away, her arms still wrapped around his neck, his around her waist, he knew. This was it for him. She was the one.

“We should get back before Seonghwa grounds us like Yunho does with Mingi.” She giggled. And he loved the sound. Could listen to it for the rest of his life.

“I want to stay like this with you for a little while longer.” He whispered, bringing a hand to rest on her cheek, pressing his lips to hers in a small peck.

“I never said this had to end, Sannie. We could always continue this back home.” She’s not sure what came over her. Why she said those words knowing damn well Hongjoong is there, waiting for her. The anger he will exude if he saw her and San like this, it turned her on. But she wasn’t ready to forgive him just yet. So she’ll settle for the next best thing.

Fucking San.

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 2 years

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TROUBLE IS ALWAYS AROUND THE CORNER

A/n: it seems that there is no peace for our lovely Ash. As a says goes “ there’s no rest for the wicked”, and we mean this…literally

There is no fucking way. Everything was against him. As if the constant pain wasn’t enough, the various health problems and the ever present feeling of exhaustion, a new young butler got in the way. He couldn’t rest normally, but this time, it had been too much.

Usually you never worried about people coming in your part of the house, cause it had been made abundantly clear to all the members of the staff, that no one apart family members and two trusted butlers could come and go inside Zeno’s residence. No one, especially young inexperienced butlers. For both their sake and Ash’s one. He had the right to all the rest he could, and the last thing he needed was the hovering of trained who didn’t know their left from their right.

But one young butler missed the memo apparently. And it lead to a gruesome end.

Ash had been ill for most of the week, his fever so high it caused concerns among the family. Given his medical history, it had been quite the scare when the fever wasn’t breaking. His breathing became labored and the doctors had to perform an emergency check up to be assured. Fortunately the day after, his temperature dropped to a more stable level, but the strain left him extremely exhausted.

All Zeno asked was to leave him alone and let him sleep. They all knew how much he needed those few hours he could rest easily to recover from this episode.

The entire mansion was strangely quiet, everyone was trying not to disturb the sleeping man upstairs. But a young butler was tempting fate. Going against specific orders, they slowly made their way to the upper floor. Nobody knew if it was because of their crush for the man or out of pure stupidity. Making their way to the massive door, they made sure to check the halls. When nothing was noticed, the door was slowly being pushed open. The place was massive. Historic furnishings adorned the main room. It was like they expected.

Taking the far right corner, the butler looked for the master bedroom, and it didn’t take much time to spot it. The door was made of oak, and it seemed heavy. Pushing with all their might, the butler saw who he wanted. There on the bed slept Ash Zoldyck, one of the most guarded people of the house. Even though they heard of his illness, they still found him incredibly beautiful. Now they understood why Zeno had chosen him.

Coming closer the gloved hand almost touched the pale skin, when a tired voice spoke up. “ What…are…you…doing here?” asked a really tired man. He had heard the front door open, and when he didn’t recognize the footsteps, he pushed the call button on the nightstand. Better to be safe than sorry.

The butler looked shocked. Ash was supposed to be resting. “I’m..uh, just checking on you sir. I was sent here by master Silva”. Although he was very tired, he could detect the blatant lie. “ I…believe…you are…telling a lie, young ..one”. Taking a deep breath, he tried to sit up, and with some difficulties, he leaned against the bedpost. Breathing deeply, he glanced at the butler, pitying them a bit for what was to come. “ my husband…won’t be pleased..to find you here. Leave, now”.

He had the butler best interest at heart, but he felt something wrong. The butler in front of him had other plans. “ sir, not to be rude, but I think you are delirious. Let me help you” and again, the gloved hand was coming incredibly close to his pajama jacket. Before the hand could open the first button, a powerful aura encompassed the entire room. The butler fell to floor, wheezing, and even Ash had trouble catching his breath. Zeno was too enraged to notice his husband struggles. It wasn’t until he heard the pained voice of his beloved that he lifted the aura around him. “ Are you alright? I apologize for this slip”, coming closer to him he handed his man a glass of water. While Ash gradually drank, Zeno rubbed his thighs soothingly. “ Did they do something?”, shaking his head he laid down, already feeling the effect of today’s strain on his body. “ Go back to sleep. I will come soon”

Ash fell asleep. And Zeno didn’t waste time in dragging the butler to the dungeon. He would have liked to deal with the trash, but left it to Killua and Illumi. He had better places to be. He ought to start teaching the new recruits some manners. But all in due time. After all there is no rest for the wicked.

#hxh imagines #hxh headcanons #hxh fanfic #hxh masterlist #zeno zoldyck #zoldyck family #yandere zoldyck

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manjiropie · 3 years

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Hello! I really like your blog… could we have maybe some Angry, Mitsuya, Inupi and Rindou and some fluffy cuddles?

stop, you'll make me blush

:: warnings: none, just love and peace today <3

:: pairings : Souya (Angry), Mitsuya, Inupi & Rindou - aged x reader

a/n: I don't know about this but I hope you like it. I've been busy with school and shit but I love to imagine how it'd be cuddling with them (Souya was longer bc I have a special place for him in my heart, sorry sorey)

Souya.

It was a really pleasant weekend, the holidays came with a nice weather. You liked the holidays, which meant you had a break from school/work finally. However... It also meant that your two-years boyfriend, Souya, would spend the weekend working at the ramen shop he owned alongside his twin brother.

You pout helplessly as it hit five o'clock that Sunday. The previous day you'd spend with Hina, wandering around the streets and listening to her rambling about how excited she was for her wedding. You were proud of your boyfriend, of course. The shop was a success! But... You couldn't help but him there with you. Suddenly, you had an idea.

Souya would probably be worn out when he arrived home from work, so you, an exceptional girlfriend, decided to prepare him a little surprise. It wasn't going to be much because it were the last minutes, but you knew he'd like it.

You were in your most comfortable pajamas; the bed you shared with him had bowls of candy and popcorn– caramel flavored, it is his favorite. If you couldn't go out with him, you'd have your time chilling in bed then.

You awaited for him eating some candies here and there because you couldn't wait. Finally, when it already felt like ages but had only been twenty minutes, you hear the sound of keys coming from the other room. You jumped out of the bed and ran barefoot to meet him. Souya was putting down his keys when you came and embraced him from behind.

"Hi!" he greeted. It was so cute when you two started dating how you'd catch his lips turning upwards slightly whenever he saw you. It is still cute, who are you kidding? "Sorry I couldn't be with you this weekend." He apologized in a small voice.

"Oh no, no, no," you grabbed his hand and started yanking him to the bedroom. "I have something for you!" You spoke like a kid leading their parents to the living room on Christmas morning.

You turned on the bedroom lights and watched him as he squinted his eyes, adjusting to the bright light. Oh God, his messy curly blue hair reflected the amount of work he must have had... He looks so cute though, serious face with a frown, like a little kid with cotton candy hair.

"Let's watch a movie, I already chose your favorite one!" You pushed him to the bed where he sat leaned back. His face was of pure confusion, which made you giggle.

"Fruitvale Station." Souya said to himself. He loved the movie, it always made him shed some tears. You get up from the bed and turn off the lights, kissing him in the mouth briefly before sitting down and hand him the popcorn.

Despite the fact you literally shoved him into the bed and shoved the popcorn bowl onto his face, Souya appreciated it dearly! He liked to watch movies with you, unlike his twin brother, who'd ask something every five minutes, you watched the movie and he enjoyed it.

But when you look at him when the sad part of the movie comes up, you see that his eyes are drifting close and the bowl– now half empty –is almost slipping from his hands. You put the bowls aside, carefully taking the one from him. He blurts out something when you slowly pokes him on the shoulder to make him lay down.

"Uh... The movie's over?" he opens a lazy eye.

"Yes, love."

"Didn't even cry this time." he adjusts his he's don the pillow, the sound of your laugh makes him a bit more awake and all of sudden you feel two hands pulling you to his side. He lays on top of your stomach and snuggles his head down on the soft fabric of your clothes. You smile to yourself and plays with his hair.

"Sing for me?" You hear his sleepy voice.

"Sing?"

"Mhm."

You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, that's new. You don't sing, you just hum a soft melody your grandfather used to sing for you. You hope that it'll content him and all your doubts are cleared when you listen to his soft breathing and incoherent mumbles as he hugs your waist like a plush toy.

Mitsuya.

Mitsuya is the king of cuddling, change my mind. You can't. It doesn't matter if he's had a tough day at work or it was a lazy day at home, he will look forward to cuddling you in any circumstances.

Mitsuya likes to hold you with your back on his chest. But he won't go to sleep immediately, no. You two will lay in that position (most of the times he's the big spoon, he likes holding you and you love how you feel sheltered in his arms) and will talk about your day. Mitsuya takes this moment very seriously. He wants to know about your day, what were the things you did, what did you eat, if you enjoyed it... All of it while rubbing your back/arms/waist or fiddling with your hair. He also leaves feather kisses on your shoulders.

Cuddling with him is always so good even if you're not going to sleep. Whenever he's not so busy sewing he will grant you your wishes and will lay down with you talking about all and nothing.

He likes it though, it's not like he's doing it just because you asked, he enjoys it. The proximity of you two and how he's showed you that there are other ways to love without being sexual. You love that about him.

Inui.

At first it was complicated to bring Inui to cuddle. It still is sometimes, but he is working on it.

From the very beginning you've noticed that whenever you'd be talking to him and looking him right in the eye he'd look away or turn his head away. He probably didn't his burn scar. It didn't matter how many times you'd tell him you thought it made him look tougher and cooler, he wouldn't believe you.

As you two lay down, the way you like to stay is face to face, very close. You will put a leg over his and throw an arm over his shoulders, caress his hair or trace his features.

Inui knew what he had gotten himself into, but when you two made your relationship official it became much clearer how clingy and touchy you are. He still doesn't like this much touch but he allows you because of how you'll smile until you're asleep. He likes the view so he makes an effort.

He's a pretty good listener, so you will mess with his hair and sneak some kisses here and there as you tell him whatever it's in your mind. He'll listen carefully while examining your sleepy face. You always fall sleep first and he watches you with puppy eyes.

Rindou.

Rindou is another hard case. Rindou HATES cuddling. He pretty much would rather have his own blanket and turn to the wall than sleep tangled with you. The reason to that it's because he sweats a lot. I'm not kidding. And it's not in a bad connotation, it's just that he sleeps with the blanket covering all of himself leaving out only his nose –sometimes not even the nose. He's just in a silly goofy mood every night and likes to pretend he's a butterfly in a cocoon 🤪

He will cuddle with you in the couch though, with you on top of him or in a large armchair. No talking though, he reads a lot so you can sneak into his lap and enjoy his warmth in deep silence while he reads and adjusts his glasses on his nose every seven minutes.

He likes to hold you close, and will rub whatever part of your skin that's showing. But remember, don't talk while he reads or he'll push you to the floor!

<~>

#tokyo revengers x reader #Fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #souya x reader #souya kawata #rindou haitani #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers inui

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tangledinmdzs · 3 years

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what to say - mdzs characters hcs

what arguing with these sect leaders will be like

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Lan Xichen

this probably won’t happen a lot

but disagreements happen

and they tend to happen when Lan Xichen either

makes decisions on your behalf

or thinks that he knows what’s best for you

“you know how much attending this conference will mean to me,” you start the moment that he gets back from his meetings for the night

and your confrontation about him declining the invitation to the cultivation conference was long time coming

he’d just thought that you’d wait a bit, like idk maybe tomorrow morning to talk about it

since today had been long enough,

“there will be other conferences that we will be invited to,” Lan XIchen answers, ignores your irritated huff as he changes into his sleeping robes

“none that will have all the best swordsman and cultivators as this one,”

“the venue is not safe, dangerous,” Lan Xichen tells you, turning around to meet your annoyed glare,

“i can handle myself perfectly fine,”

“i don’t feel comfortable putting you in harms way,”

“i won’t be-”

“who knows y/n? i don’t want to take that chance,” Lan Xichen suddenly interrupts,

maybe it’s because he’d been using all of his energy today to be amicable among the older haughty sect leaders in his meetings

maybe he hadn’t had time to catch a breath all day

but when Lan Xichen snaps at you like that, your mouth clamps shut

you think he doesn’t believe in your cultivation skills

Xichen just doesn’t want to risk you getting hurt

and you stomp over to the bed, laying close to the wall your back turned to him

though you both start with your backs turned to one another,

by the morning

you aren’t surprised to find yourself waking up in his arms

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Nie Mingjue

arguing with Mingjue not a fun time

when you and him argue with loud voices,

it’s enough for everyone at the Unclean Realm to hear

and it’s not a shouting match but it’s close to one

but these sort of fights happen pretty often

considering it always boils down to you trying to get him to relax and not overwork himself

and really the shouting and such isn’t ever serious

serious fights with him

look like low voices,

dark eyes

talking to you where he stands at his clan’s chair and you are standing in the middle of the hall

eyes brimming with tears

Nie Mingjue would not argue with you (seriously) in a loud and brash way

he would be assertive

and solemn

and cold

“your aid is not needed,”

“how can you say that?” you want to shout at him,

because he was going to go on a night hunt in your old sect’s territory, to fight one of the most ruthless demons

and he wouldn’t let you come along

“you will stay here, as you always did on night hunts,”

“no one knows the geography of that place better than me, i’ve lived there more than half of my life, mingjue-”

won’t listen to you,

would try to walk out of an argument with you

but you don’t let him,

“you need me on this,” you tell him, grabbing his arm when he’s trying to leave the main hall

mingjue turns to you, a heavy sigh

“i need you safe,”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jiang Cheng

fighting with Jiang Cheng is never fun

it’s loud

Jiang Cheng’s natural disposition was already someone with a very limited patience

so when you and him don’t get along on an idea

it doesn’t take long for it to become a shouting match

fighting with Jiang Cheng is not pretty,

and usually leads to fumed stomping off,

or sleeping with your backs facing one another for a night or two

the little fights are like that

big fights with JIang Cheng don’t tend to happen

but when they do

they are the ones that turn into screaming and pure anger, loss to reason

and there’s really only one thing that can stop them

when Jiang Cheng hears your hiccuping tears after he throws something to the ground,

it makes him calm himself down immediately

because no matter what it was that he did,

the worse thing he could ever do,

was make you cry

“y/n,” Jiang Cheng calls your name, lowly spinning around just to watch you try to muffle your tears in your robes

and it’s enough for him to take the first steps,

put down his guard first,

“i’m sorry, I was angry, i’m sorry” Jiang Cheng apologizes

reaches out to hold you when you let him,

and he vows that he won’t ever let you shed tears over him again

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Jin Guangyao

whenever you and Meng Yao are on different sides of something, it feels as if adds into an invisible rift or boundary ready to swallow you up with it

i have the feeling he’d tend to be a passive aggressive

like if there was something that you both disagreed on then he’d just push it aside

the good thing about that was that there wasn’t any fighting per say

the bad thing about that was it gave room for problems and disagreements to build up

so when it comes exploding out of Meng Yao one day while you’re both trying to finish your dinner together

you are

not surprised at all

but you’re probably a lot more amicable,

and more straight forward than he is

you’ve always been more direct than him

and in times when disagreements boiled down to what was happening right now

your direct nature, was needed

and with all the problems and underlying grudges laid out,

with Meng Yao beside you,

you both stick the pieces back together

#mdzs #mdzs headcanons #mdzs canon divergence #mdzs canon au #mdzs scenarios #mdzs imagines #mdzs reader insert #mdzs meng yao x reader #mdzs nie mingjue x reader #mdzs lan xichen x reader #mdzs jiang cheng x reader #tangledwriting #cql x reader #the untamed x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Yan Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Beidou & Ningguang / Courting Darling.

Warnings: Stalking, implied blackmail, kidnapping, and gaslighting. Note: this is a bit of an amalgamation from different asks i’ve gotten, put into one thing bc i thirst for these six characters so hard .

Childe:

“What’s life without a little adventure? You can stand to miss work for a day or two, it’ll still be there waiting for you when we get back. People have even gone so far as to say I’m an absolute joy to be around. You want to know who said that? Sorry, that source is staying a secret.”

Childe is an erratic whirlwind of highs and lows. You never know what to expect from him, and he likes it that way, always keeping you on your toes. He doesn’t bother with having his friendliness appear genuine. If you want to doubt his goodwill, then so be it, he won’t stop you. It just makes it all the more interesting to keep you around should you be wary of his presence.

He doesn’t care for the traditional conventions surrounding romance. It isn’t his thing, and he’s used to being considered the odd one out of every crowd, so why stop now? Childe doesn’t tone down any aspects of his bloodthirsty personality in your presence. It’s difficult to tell how serious he’s being since most of it takes the form of jokes or other lighthearted jests. In his mind, the fact he’s even spending so much time with you should make it obvious he’s interested. Whether that’s good or not.

You’re going to be dragged all over the place. Childe’s stamina is seemingly an infinite well, as he takes you from activity to activity. By the end of the day, you’ll be exhausted. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take no for an answer, weaseling his way into your schedule despite your protests. Childe is particularly fond of getting into situations where a fight is inevitable, purposefully taking you to areas with monsters to show off his combat prowess.

“Did you get a look at that, [First]? Aha, I haven’t had this much fun in ages! You already want to head back? Hm, I don’t know, the night is still young. Stop dragging your feet or I might just have to carry you. Not that I’m complaining, should that be the outcome. It’s up to you. Oh! Now that’s the spirit! I’ll try not to be hurt by how fast you’re moving now.”

Diluc:

“Ah, [First], I take it you’re doing well. I couldn’t help but notice you eyeing this book at the market earlier. I’ve had a copy of it for ages, but with how busy things are, rarely do I have time to read. I’d be appreciative should you accept this and give it a better home.”

Diluc is self-assured in many areas of his life, romance is not one of them. He knows how to carry himself in the company of businessmen, staying polite and vigilant, but this rigid method doesn’t work in his favor when it comes to wooing you. To soften the blow on his side, Diluc tells himself that it was never about a relationship anyway. That his main priority was and will always be to ensure your safety. He tells himself this, but... isn’t sure if he really believes it.

He’s a perfect example of pining from afar. Subconsciously, he’ll drift towards areas you tend to linger around, hoping to spot you amidst the bustling crowds. Each time he tells himself that this’ll finally be the time he approaches you. The opportunity is set before him, waiting to be taken advantage of, but he rarely follows through with his desire.

It frustrates Diluc to no end how easily others flock to you. He’ll stand there, still as a statue, eyes boring into whatever pest currently holds your attention. This would be the push to finally send him your way. It’s a surprise to you both when Mondstadt’s wine tycoon materializes by your side, politely asking to speak in private. Truth be told, he just can’t stand the thought of another person holding your attention that isn’t him.

“I apologize for my abruptness back there. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about for some time, and well... would you consider having dinner with me tonight? I’d appreciate your company.”

Kaeya:

“It’s a funny thing, really. How we keep bumping into one another like this. Ah... that suspicious expression, it wounds me deep, sweetheart. When did you start looking at me like that, I wonder?”

There’s no doubting Kaeya’s interest in you, from the first time he sauntered over to you and started a conversation. The problem you have is deciding how genuine his advances are. While Kaeya might not be the textbook definition of a heart-wrenching playboy, you’re familiar enough with the many rumors surrounding him to be wary. It doesn’t help that he’ll point this out to you when guessing the source of your apprehension.

His methods are, oddly enough, effective. Kaeya balances the various aspects of seduction with ease. He reveals just enough about himself to draw out your attention, before focusing the conversation back onto you. You’ll never get to stop and realize how little you know about the man sitting in front of you, he makes certain of that.

Kaeya might hide certain aspects of himself, but his dubious morality is never concealed. He has you entirely wrapped around his finger, words validating his actions falling from his lips with the utmost ease; he’s a force to be reckoned with. You’ll start a conversation heated about something you’ve learned, only for it to end wondering why you were ever upset in the first place.

“Now, now, there’s no need to get all riled up over something like this. Don’t you trust me by now? When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? You need to take a look at the bigger picture. Hey, take a seat. I’ll sit here all night explaining to you if it’s necessary.”

→[More underneath the cut].

Zhongli:

“There must be something that I can assist you with. It may not look it, but I’m familiar with many fields of work, even obscure ones. Please allow me to lend a hand.”

Zhongli, despite having been around for many centuries, is somewhat clueless in romantic pursuits. He’s aware of his fondness for you, but doesn’t know what to do with it. This leads him to becoming your shadow for some time. He focuses on what he knows best: observation and processing new information. Your every little movement will be analyzed and tuck into the back of his mind for later usage.

Zhongli’s soft over the idea of you coming to rely on him for everything. He prides himself on his wealth of knowledge and work ethic, believing it a strong appeal, one that he puts on full display when you’re around. It’s not rare for you to overhear neighbors and friends speak highly about Zhongli. They’ll mention in passing how they were having difficulty with something, only for Zhongli to come around and help without asking for anything in return.

This is exactly what he’s been hoping and waiting for. Zhongli has patience and sets himself up to be a desirable partner in your eyes, the efforts from his labor coming into fruition. Before you even speak to him for the first time, you’re likely to think highly of him, having heard all the ways he’s helped people close to you. Now that the stage is properly set, he’s ready to make his interest in you more evident.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, [First]. Oh? You can say the same for me? Well, I hope I can live up to your expectations. I had just been on my way to Yanshang Teahouse, would you care to join me? My treat, of course.”

Beidou:

“You haven’t lived until you’ve experienced a voyage with my crew and I. I’ll set up a nice cabin just for you, how does that sound? Hm? Special treatment? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, lass.”

Beidou’s attention is overwhelming and oftentimes dangerous. Traditional social conventions are nothing but a waste of time for her, meaning that common courtesy is disregarded in favor of always speaking her mind. Which might not be so bad if she wasn’t so amorous. Even the most oblivious person couldn’t miss Beidou’s overt favor towards you.

This reverent display of affection is only exacerbated when she’s drunk, face flushed and an arm swung tightly around your shoulder. She doesn’t care who sees, who’s judging, or what gossip will be born from her actions. Beidou makes a point of showing everyone in the vicinity that even if you aren’t officially partners yet, a claim has been staked on you.

Whether it be coercion or some other unsightly method, Beidou is intent on bringing you on her ship at least once. Or that’s how she initially phrased it to you. Imagine your surprise, that when you finally caved so she’d drop the subject, her crew was untying the ropes keeping the boat at port.

“The fun’s just getting started, you haven’t seen anything yet. Don’t get all teary-eyed yet, sweetheart, I know you’ll come around. This’ll be a story sung by sailors for generations to come.”

Ningguang:

“If I’m being honest, not many are given the opportunity to speak to me outside of business-related ventures. I never thought I’d find it this... pleasant. I hope you’ll continue to entertain me as you do now.”

Ningguang starts off her wooing in a subtle, almost coquettish manner. She is confident in her charm and brilliance. Not many have been gifted in the art of conversation to the same extent Ningguang has, her silver tongue paired with quick intellect making it difficult for you to escape. She’ll corner you verbally without you even noticing it.

Ningguang finds amusement in how you stumble over your words, pure of heart and not chained down by special interests. Your forthright but considerate demeanor intoxicates her. She’s used to people cowering in her presence or trying too hard to pursue their goals. You might even earn a rare compliment or two, disguised as politeness, that doesn’t register for hours.

She is a lady of fine taste. The sky’s the limit when it comes to her wealth, which is unrivaled throughout Tevyat, and you’ll be quick to notice this. Ningguang is most partial to sending you traditional Liyue adornments, believing the rich culture behind each piece suits your beauty. She’s also fond of the fact that when you wear her gifts, everyone in the vicinity will know it’s from her, due to its extraordinarily high cost.

“Do you like my latest gift, little dove? It was made custom with you in mind, an unrivaled display of craftmanship, if I may add. Wear this and carry me with you... always.”

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streamofcolor · 2 years

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Butterfly Effect- SFK x OFC

wordcount: 2.2k

synopsis: As Evalyn breaks away from a triggering situation, she finds a friend in Sam.

warnings: anxiety, fluff, mentions of abandonment and fear thereof.

disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. I do not know SFK nor any member of GVF

taglist: @sweetboitom @doodle417 @joshkiszkas @sarakay-gvf @lightmyluv @theweightofstardust

I’ve always struggled with anxiety. Ever since I was 12 years old, I’ve feared, worried, panicked. It has become a part of my everyday life. You have to work around it, you know? That’s exactly what I was doing on the rooftop that night. The night I met Sam.

There I stood, crying over what most people would think was nothing. Words were said and my brain took them to a place that the person didn’t mean, but that’s my brain. I sniffled and dried my tears on the bell sleeve of my top, regretting even going to this party that my cousin had brought me to.

Amelia was not only my cousin, she was my best friend. After a long time of being “an adult” and only leaving my apartment to go to work, she had finally drug me out to the gathering of drunken social butterflies. I stood out like a sore thumb. I wasn’t anyone but Amelia’s acquaintances, let alone friends. Eyes locked on me as I walked around the condo.

I rested my palms on the concrete ledge, bracing my weight in my wrists. I heard the door leading to the staircase open, the laughter and music escaping into the quiet of the roof.

“Amelia, you don’t have to come up here and console me.” I mumble.

“Who?” A man’s voice rang from the other side of the roof.

“Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.” I quickly apologized.

“Someone important? I can go get them.” The voice offered.

“No thanks. I just want to sulk by myself. I won’t bother you, will I?” I asked, ready to leave if the need arose.

“You’re good. I just want some quiet myself. Too many drunk bastards in there being all cocky.” He laughed.

“Agreed.” I said.

I finally turned around to see the face that belonged to the voice. I was in shock at how beautiful this man was. His long brown hair perfectly framed his face. His eyes rich and warm, like coffee on a particularly sleepy morning.

“I’m Sam, by the way.” He said, walking over to me extending his hand.

I offered my hand back to the beautiful stranger, using the other to wipe away any possible mascara that had run down my cheeks.

“Evalyn.” I said.

“Nice to meet you, Evalyn. If you don’t mind my asking, why are you on the roof all alone?” He pondered of me.

“Anxiety.” I said coldly. “Sorry if I ruined your fun.”

“No need to apologize. Anxiety is natural. Just a chemical imbalance some of us are plagued with.” He smiled. “Care if I join you?”

“Not at all. Not my roof.” I laughed.

Sam sat on the ledge where your hands were once placed, turning his legs to dangle over the concrete. I followed his gesture and sat a few feet away, dangling my legs over the edge as well.

“You think anyones lost a shoe doing this?” I joke, directing my mind away from the trigger that caused your panic attack.

“I bet. It would be a nice one to lose a shoe on. At least it would land on that awning.” He said, pointing to the fabric held apart by metal poles creating a small porch like area.

The both of us sat in silence for a while, and I quite enjoyed Sam’s company. He brought this vibe of calmness and care with him that made it easy to bring myself out of the panic I was in just a few minutes prior.

“This party is terrible.” Sam said.

“We’re not even in the party anymore, so I’d see why it’s boring.” I laughed.

“It’s much less boring out here. In there it’s just…cliché.” Sam explained.

“Isn’t everything a cliché in a way?” I rebut.

“Yes and no, actually. Everything is so one of a kind yet so terribly and insufferably the same.” He continued. “Do you believe in the butterfly effect?”

“Wasn’t that like, a proven thing?” I asked.

“So, you do?” He chuckled.

“I guess so.” I also chuckled.

“The probability of one person exactly the way they are, genetically, is so small that it is virtually impossible. Now multiply that by all the people here, and that makes this moment. This moment may prevent war.” He said, kicking the back of his heels into the side of the ledge.

“So basically, everyone is here for a reason and any slight move or decision anyone makes can change the world? For better or worse?” I ask.

“Precisely.” He answered.

“I hope we don’t cause a war.” You admit.

“Me too. Never know, though.” He agreed.

“You’re nice.” I said.

“Thank you. You are, too.” Sam said, smiling in your direction.

I scooted a little closer to Sam nervously, placing my hands on the cool stone by my sides. I felt Sam’s hand on top of mine, his touch warm in the chilly night air. I basked in the moment of calm, closing my eyes with a deep breath. When I exhaled, I opened my eyes and looked in Sam’s direction, catching him scooting even more close to me. He noticed that he had been caught.

“I’m going to be frank. I don’t know who you are or what brought you to this party, but I’m glad it did. I’m glad whatever butterfly you saved repaid your kindness by bringing you on this rooftop. I think that you and I will be great friends.” I said.

Sam smiled. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“You’re also insanely beautiful and have probably heard that a thousand times in your life.” I blushed as the words fell out of my mouth.

Sam smiled again. “I’m nothing compared to you. You’re the most beautiful girl here.”

My mouth dropped. “Am i on ‘Punkd’? Am I being filmed? There’s no way.”

“While you are beautiful in a physical sense, from the conversation we have had, I can tell that your soul is pure and kind. That is what true beauty is.” He said, lightly tapping my nose at the word “that”.

“You’re one to talk about a pure and kind soul. The words fall out of your mouth in such a distinct way that makes you seem like a scholar.” I complimented.

Sam scooted even closer, touching his hip to mine. I laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

A SHORT TIME LATER

I sat up on the rooftop once more, hoping to see Sam again. After that night, I hadn’t spoken to him again. I came up to the rooftop every week, wishing he would come back as well. I felt some unearthly connection to the beautiful boy, and my heart ached without speaking to him.

I regretted not asking for his number, email, anything. I had considered a carrier pigeon to find him. Nobody I spoke to after the party remembered him, they were all too plastered that night.

The sun began to fade behind the skyline, signaling me that he wouldn’t show up. I swung my legs over the ledge, planting my feet on the solid ground.

The door inside opened and my heart leaped. I knew it couldn’t be him, but my eyes glanced anyhow.

Standing in front of me at the door, was Sam. His perfect smile shined bright past the sunset.

“How many butterflies did I have to save to get you back here?” He asked, arms outstretched.

I ran into his arms, planting myself firmly against his chest. He wrapped me in a hug, tighter than I could wrap him.

“I’m so glad you came back. I’ve been here every week.” I said.

“I’m sorry I made you wait. I had…activities with my brothers.” Sam said, releasing me. “I saw 26 butterflies today. I think they were telling me I needed to come find you. I called around asking to see if anyone had your number and I couldn’t get anyone that had it. Then, I finally got ahold of Amelia. She told me that you’d been here often. That’s when I knew my butterfly was here.” He told me, holding my shoulders.

“I think I may be in love with you, Sam.” I said.

“I think I may be in love with you, Evalyn.”

SOME TIME LATER

We came to this ledge every two weeks to see each other. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. I texted and called him to no avail. He’d gone radio silent. After three days of being ghosted, I’d decided to give up.

On the sixth day, my phone rang.

“Hello?”

“I’m sorry I missed our date. I have absolutely no good excuses, and clearly I’ve made a mistake. I hope you’ll forgive me and let me pose a question to you.” Sam said on the other side of line.

“I’ll listen.” I answered.

“Meet me at 726 West Loudon Avenue tomorrow at 5:30.” He said.

“Okay.” I said.

“Thank you. See you tomorrow.” He hung up.

The address was vaguely familiar to me. When I arrived, I finally realized why. It was the arena where most concerts, basketball games, and college events were held in my state. On the electronic billboard, my stomach churned as I saw the last second of an ad for a concert that very night.

On the billboard was Sam with three other men. I didn’t get to read the text, mainly because I was in shock. Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. I waited about 10 minutes for the ad to come back on the billboard, then snapped a photo. I texted it to Sam.

“???”

“There’s a VIP ticket for you at the gate. I’ll see you after the show.” He responded quickly.

The next three hours were amazing. Girls and guys screaming and yelling for Sam, as well as the other three members of this band. The music was good, there was no lie there.

After the show, I made my way to the VIP are where a room sectioned off velvet rope guarded by a big, burly man displayed a sign. The sign read “MEET AND GREET”.

The line formed behind me, full of giggles and selfies. The security man removed the velvet rope from one side, allowing five of us go into the room.

My eyes scattered around the room as I entered. I was searching for Sam, and found him fairly quickly. He came to me, arms outstretched. He took me into a hug.

“Is this going to be a thing where you run away and then surprise me? I don’t like it.” I asked.

“I’m sorry for putting you through that. I just didn’t know the best way to tell you about my career. I hope you understand.” He apologized, planting a kiss on my forehead.

The four other girls that were allowed in gasped, giggled, and took pictures of the four boys. Sam absolutely shined in this environment. His perfectly tailored blue suit was not the style I would have guessed from him, being that I had only ever seen him in casual wear. As the fans came in and out, I stood in the corner in awe. He answered their questions just as eloquently as he normally spoke. I learned so much about him from his interactions with these fans.

When the last of the VIP group dissipated, Sam came back to me, taking my hand in his.

“So you’re the one he can’t shut up about.” The dark haired one said.

Sam smiled a wide grin and nodded. The two that looked like twins both wrapped me in a hug, introducing themselves as Jake and Josh.

I broke my silence and spoke. “I’m guessing this is the ‘activity’ that I got stood up for?” I asked Sam.

Josh smiled softly and answered my question. “I told him that he should have went back sooner.”

Sam pulled gently on my hand and led me to another room, where we sat on a couch. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Evalyn, I am honestly and genuinely obsessed with you. Everything about you is enticing and I cannot erase you from my mind. I can’t stop talking about how beautiful you are, the way you speak…just everything about you is…amazing.”

I laughed. “You’re talking about me? The one who you found crying on a roof.”

Sam nodded.

“Truthfully, I feel the same about you.” I stated.

Sam closed his eyes and moved toward me slowly. My eyes shut as his lips collided with mine. His hand gently cupped my face, drawing me further into his kiss.

As the kiss ended way too early for my liking.

“I’m terribly afraid that I’m in love with you, Sam.” I said. “I was so afraid that I lost you forever. I just don’t know that I could continue my life the way it was before I met you. Truthfully, I don’t think I’d want to, either.”

“Love.” He said.

“Yeah. I love you.” I choked.

“You have a lot of it. Inside you.” He told me.

“What?” I asked.

Sam smiled softly, “love. You can’t keep it all inside, you know. Bottling it up can’t be any good for you.”

I pursed my lips. “I can’t stay away from you.”

Sam sat in silence for a moment, thinking of an answer.

“As long as you let me, I’ll be here forever.” Sam promised.

“If you don’t kill a butterfly and cause the apocalypse.” I laughed.

Sam chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

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sugarmaplewings-fics · 3 years

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Touch Starved

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Cursing, sfw fwb dynamic (lmao it’s secret hugging)

A/N:

*heavy breathing* I finally finished it!! I’ve had this request sitting in my inbox for literal months and I’m so sorry, anon, that you had to wait so long 😫. I hope you like what I came up with!

Also I ended up using she/her pronouns a bit towards the end, so if you’d like me to edit it so it has they/them I can repost it! Just let me know :)

-Sugar

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● Bakugou's never been much for physical affection

● Or, at least, so he'd convinced himself

● Even around his family, he found himself shrinking back from hugs

● And anytime one of his friends would try to put an arm around him or pat him on the back, he'd flinch and tense up (Kirishima and Kaminari had a few special privileges, but even they were on thin fucking ice)

● A part of him craved that touch, wished it could last longer

● But his ego always got in the way

● From a young age, he'd viewed acts like this as showing weakness and vulnerability. It's no surprise that by the time he arrives at UA, the longing is a mostly ignorable dull throb

● Until he got to know you

● You were one of the most sickeningly sweet people Bakugou had ever seen, and he despised you

● You were just as bad as that Shitty Hair, if not worse; always grinning and trying to include everyone, even him

● He hated how his eyes seemed to have a mind of their own around you, never letting you leave their gaze when you were around him. He hated how your laugh made his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. And most of all, he hated when the tips of your fingers would brush against his arm, or when you tried to lean on his shoulder. You truly were the most intolerable of beings

● And it seems like you're even worse today

● Class was about to start and you were talking with Ashido, Kirishima, and Kaminari

● He honestly wasn't even paying attention to the conversation, that is, until he heard his name mentioned

● His red eyes flicked to you, since it had been your voice he'd heard say his name

● You had definitely been trying to get his attention. Now your gaze was directed at him

● "I've never seen you hug anyone, Bakugou," you said, your head tilted slightly as you addressed him

● "The hell does that have to do with anything?" he grumbled, already getting annoyed at the topic of conversation

● "Well, I read the other day that hugs can make you happier! And you always seem so grumpy all the time, so I was wondering if you just needed more hugs."

● You seemed oblivious to the way your classmates were staring at you. Even Bakugou couldn't bring himself to speak, merely glaring at you with a confused, almost offended expression

● Panicking at his lack of response, you bent down and threw your arms around his shoulders. You thought you heard a gasp from one or two of your classmates behind you

● Bakugou seemed to have no reaction other than mild shock. He just froze there, neither pushing you off nor reciprocating

● The whole thing was over within a few seconds, but it felt as though it had actually lasted much, much longer. Seconds after you pulled away, the bell rang for class to start, and everyone had to go back to their seats

● There was an abnormal silence in the class after that. It was as if nearly every student was thinking, Holy crap, (L/N) just hugged Bakugou freaking Katsuki

● Bakugou was weirdly silent too. It seemed as if he hadn't had any reaction at all

● Sike—it was pure chaos inside his head

● He's just been pounded with a whole slew of new feelings and emotions—give the boy a break (and a minute to process)

● He can scarcely pay attention during class (which he can afford to do, it's not like he doesn't already know most of this stuff)

● Katsuki can't tell if he hated it or not

● His immediate instinct is to reject it and say it was awful . . . but he can't deny that there's a teeny tiny part of his brain that wants you to do it again

● No one can ever know this, of course. He has a reputation to maintain, after all

● But in the safety of his own mind, he replays it over and over, trying to remember every detail of how your arms had felt around him for that brief moment

● Boy was hooked on you even more than he had been before

● But it's not like anyone can tell. Bakugou's good at that. No one would ever be able to tell he had any feelings towards the incident at all, negative or positive

● Even after his friends bombard him with questions after class, he gruffly brushes them all off. He acts so uninterestingly about it, they don't even bother asking him about it again

● Bakugou hopes that this will all blow over within the next few days. He'd surely stop thinking about you all the time, right? Maybe somehow, if he ignored these thoughts, his eyes wouldn't trail after you on their own accord, and his mind wouldn't jump at every opportunity to think about you

● For weeks, he told himself this, and time passed to nearly two months. He avoided you at all costs, refusing to speak to you or even make eye contact

● You felt horrible, blaming it on the dumb mistake you'd made to hug him that morning. No matter how hard you tried to approach him to apologize, he'd turn you away, and soon enough, you'd given up

● Until one night, he couldn't take it anymore

● He had just been fantasizing about that moment again, and tentatively wondering how it would feel to put his arms around you while he was out in the dorm hallway

● Even through the haze of his thoughts, he was quick to notice your head of hair about to turn into the hallway to your room

● You. Bubbly, bright, overly touchy and friendly you. Fuck you.

● You were always hugging everyone, right? You didn't really mean anything by it, right? It was no big deal when you hugged other people. So, maybe if he were to just ask . . .

● "Oi."

● You froze in your tracks. You'd caught sight of him in the hall, but you knew better than to try to attract his attention. He was dead set on avoiding you, and you'd pretty much accepted that by now

● Turning, you met his fiery red eyes for the first time in weeks. "Yeah?"

● There was something . . . apprehensive in his expression. You weren't sure if you'd ever seen anything like it on his face before

● "Get over here, I want to ask you something." He shoved his hands in his pockets, shifting his glare to the carpet below him

● Uncertain of what might be going on, you cautiously made your way to him

● "What is it?" you asked, a little annoyed with how he'd been treating you lately

● "I, um, well—remember that thing you did a while ago?"

● You blinked at him, slowly. "I do a lot of things. You need to be more specific."

● You'd never seen him look so flustered. It was almost . . . cute

● "You—um, you hugged me. Remember?"

● Of course you remembered. That was what had made him hate you in the first place, right?

● You sighed and crossed your arms. "Look, I'm sorry I did that. I know it made you uncomfortable and I'm sorry it affected you so much. Really, I was just goofing around, and I'm sorry it got out of hand."

● He blinked at you. You were apologizing? Oh, maybe it did make sense, now that he thought about it. He had been being an ass to you

● "Is that what you wanted?" you asked. "I tried to apologize a long time ago but you wouldn't even look at me—"

● "Could you do it again?" he cut you off

● ". . . apologize?"

● "What?! No!" Bakugou's face reddened and he scanned the surroundings for a potential audience. He dropped his voice to a scarcely audible mumble. "I . . . —dammit, I want you to hug me again."

● You blinked at him, this time in surprise. You had, in fact, heard him, but you could barely believe it. You only knew that you'd understood him correctly by his posture, and how uncharacteristically flustered he was

● "You want another hug?"

● He scowled. "Don't make me say it twice."

● "So you liked it the first time?"

● "I never said that!"

● "Uh-huh."

● Even with your annoyed teasing, you felt as if you might be able to understand a little. Everything seemed to make more sense to you, and you were beginning to catch onto the bigger picture. He'd been embarrassed that he liked it, and that was why he'd been avoiding you

● "So do you want a hug now or—?"

● "Not where anyone could see!" Bakugou's eyes nervously darted around again. "We could . . . go in my room or something." His voice had dropped back to a mumble

● You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Secret hugs, huh? I didn't know I was in such high demand."

● "Shut up, dumbass. Just follow me."

● You do that, letting him lead you into his room. After he shuts the door behind you, you stand there awkwardly for a second

● "So . . . you just wanted a hug?"

● He shrugged. "Yeah."

● You closed the distance between you and took him into your arms

● He stiffened a little at the contact, heart pounding away in his chest. It was even better than he had remembered, and now he noticed even more things; like the way your chest felt pressed against his body, and how your hair smelled like shampoo, and—

● "Relax, idiot," you whispered beside his ear. Bakugou tried to let out some of the tension in his shoulders and even tried looping his own arms around you

● You snickered internally, until a thought struck you

● When you finally pulled away, you looked at him inquisitively. "When was the last time you hugged someone?" you asked. "Other than me."

● He frowned, still a little flustered. Then he shrugged. "I don't know. It's probably been a few years."

● You couldn't help but feel your heart pang a little bit for the boy. You knew how he felt about interacting with people. You'd seen how adverse he'd seemed towards physical interaction, even among his friends

●Touch starved, you thought. It was an awful thing to experience. Bakugou probably wasn't even aware of what he was missing

● You sighed. "We can do this again if you want," you offered, wondering if the proposition would set him off to ignore you again. "I won't tell anyone."

● "Better not," he muttered under his breath

● "Do you want me to come back or not?" you asked

● He shrugged. "S'whatever. Do whatever."

● You frowned right back at him. "Yes. Or no?"

● "Yes! Yes, come over here and hug me or whatever shit! Just—just leave now."

● You rolled your eyes at him, turning and twisting the doorknob. "Just ask when you're ready," you said before walking out of his room again

● Bakugou stared at the door for a long time after you'd left

● His chest felt like it had little explosions going off in it, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculously giddy

● What was he doing? But it had felt . . . amazing. And you'd offered to do it again, whenever he asked . . . .

● . . . You proved to stand by your word

● Sure enough, he'd catch you alone every few days and sneak off to his room for a quick hug. In return, he'd help you go over your notes for class

● Before long, you couldn't help but feel closer to Bakugou. Even with his harsh nature, you noticed how he could really be. Coupled with the moments of vulnerability he'd let you in on while you hugged in secret, your liking for the boy only grew

● And it did seem to have some effect on his mood. He wasn't so easily set off, and he yelled a bit less. Your fellow classmates didn't bring up the change, but they had certainly noticed it

● Even though no one was allowed to know about your shared moments together, Kirishima would often join you for a study session

● During those days, you'd wait until he left before going in to give Bakugou his hug

● Until the inevitable happened

● It was just you and Bakugou in his room. You'd gotten all your stuff packed up for the night and you were giving him one last hug

● He'd gotten better at it over the past couple of weeks, and he'd learned to relax more into your hold

● Of course, that was right when Kirishima came back in

● "Sorry, dude, I left my—" He froze at the sight before him

● Bakugou jumped back from you, trying to look as though it wasn't obvious what he'd just been doing

● "Sorry, guys!" he said, hovering in the doorway for a moment as he debated whether or not to grab whatever he'd forgotten before dashing back out. Ultimately he decided to go emptyhanded, slamming the door shut as he whisked back into his room

● You looked at Bakugou, trying to gauge how he'd taken this turn of events. He looked angry and flustered (a look on him you were starting to get used to), but he definitely could have looked more outraged

● You patted his back. "Are you okay?"

● The blond seemed speechless for once, unable to take his eyes off the door

● "It's just Kirishima," you assured him. "He'd get it. He's understanding."

● Bakugou wasn't so sure

● A few minutes after you left, there was another knock at Bakugou's door

● "What the hell do you want?"

● Kirishima poked his head in, making sure the coast was clear. "I just wanted my notebook back."

● Bakugou picked it up from his desk and launched it at Kirishima's head, which he barely managed to catch

● "Thanks, man." Even with his originally sought after item, the redhead proceeded to step into his friend's room. "So what's going on with you and (L/N)?"

● There it was, the question Bakugou knew was coming

● "Nothing." At least it wasn't a complete lie

● "No, you two were doing something," Kirishima smirked. "Are you dating in secret or something?"

● "What?! No! It's not like that! And besides, it's none of your fucking business."

● Kirishima shrugged. "That's fair. But if you're not dating, why was she hugging you?"

● Bakugou tched. "She hugs everyone, you know her."

● "Yeah, but you were hugging her back."

● "She just gives really nice hugs!"

● Kirishima pouted. "You never hug me."

● "That's because it's different!"

● "So does that mean you like her or something?"

● Bakugou froze for just a split second too long. "No."

● Kirishima gave him a look. "She might like you back. Just ask her out on a date."

● "I already said it wasn't like that—"

● Bakugou's friend shrugged. "Well, if it was . . . couldn't hurt to try."

● Once Kirishima was successfully kicked from Bakugou's room, he took a moment to think. Could he actually . . . like you? Maybe that would explain some of the things that he'd been feeling lately

● But what about you? Could you like him back?

● Bakugou rolled his shoulders. Of course you'd like him, what part of him wasn't perfect? But still . . . .

● One night a few days later, you were alone with Bakugou again in his room, doing homework together

● You couldn't help but notice that his vibe seemed off, and it looked like he was having trouble concentrating

● "Are you alright?" you finally asked him

● "Yeah," he snapped

● "You seem stressed," you commented.

● "I'm not fucking stressed," he said, refusing to meet your eyes as he glared at his notebook in front of him

● "Okay, then," you muttered, rolling your eyes to yourself and attempting to go back to your own notes

● You watched Bakugou fidget from the corner of your eye, but decided not to pay it any mind anymore. It wasn't long before you noticed that he hadn't turned a page in his book for the past several minutes

● Bakugou was, of course, internally raging

● Why couldn't he ask you a simple question? Did he even know what kind of question he wanted to ask, though?

●Go out on a date with me— too forward, it didn't sound right to him in his head

●For some reason, I think I might like you— no again, that wasn't right either

● His mind rolled over various phrasings, trying to figure out how to put his feelings to words. How was he supposed to do that?

● How could he iterate this weird burning mess he felt clawing in his chest every time he looked at you and touched you? How could he say that he wanted more than what you were doing? How was he supposed to get the reaction out of you that he wanted?

●Be fearless, he told himself. He'd faced worse than this before. He'd been through situations where his life had literally been on the line. How come you, of all people, made him feel more frightened than ever before? Why did he care about your opinion of him so goddamn much??

● He had to start somewhere. Maybe once he got going it would be easier

● "Oi," he said, straining to keep his voice steady and nonchalant as you looked up at his averted eyes

● "Yeah?"

● "I was . . . I was wondering if maybe you wanted to . . . study somewhere else sometime."

● You blinked at him. "Like . . . where?"

● He shrugged, just a bit too jerkily. "I don't know. There's this café a few blocks from campus."

● You squinted at him. "What's wrong with staying here?"

● He scowled, his eyes finally darting up to meet yours before dipping back down again. "I just wondered if we could maybe—do something together. Something a little different."

● A hint of realization dawned on you, causing a smile to alight on your lips and your eyebrow to quirk up. "Different like—a date? Are you asking me out on a date with you?"

● He shrugged again in the same manner, still scowling as he muttered, "Only if you want it to be."

● You considered for a moment. He was a decent enough guy. If you were being completely honest with yourself, you might say you'd developed a bit of a crush on him, actually. You'd never paid too much attention to it before, but now that he was asking . . . it couldn't hurt to try

● "Of course I'll go out with you," you said, breaking into an easy smile that Bakugou still wasn't certain if he adored or hated

● He immediately relaxed, a small smile of his own appearing on his face at your agreement

● He was glad it was you. You were the only person he felt comfortable being vulnerable around. He could already tell that he was growing to like you more and more with each passing day, and he could only hope that you felt the same

● You put up with him, and you were strong in your own way, and by goodness, he was beginning to fall for you so hard

● And maybe, if you agreed for him to be your boyfriend, you'd let him cuddle with you. It wouldn't be awkward, because that's what couples did. You'd be his and he'd be yours, and he wouldn't have to bottle up these annoying feelings anymore

● But that would be decided at some later time

● Even so, he couldn't wait for that day to come

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ateezinmymind · 3 years

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I see you're open to request. Can I have an ateez reaction to their s/o using the safe word??? 🤧🤧

a/n: sorry it took so long😔💔here you are!! Oh yeah and I just put ‘red’ as the safe word :x &im sorry if this isn’t what you wanted🥺

~SMUT~ angst, light fluff

please, please, dont take my writing as anything else but pure fiction!! I do not condone the actions written in this

warning: slight s/o non-con,foul language,, please don’t read if uncomfortable <3

Hongjoong:

when he came home- immediately bringing you to the bedroom,,and shoving you on the bed

frantically removing the both of your clothes, you were a bit worried..usually he went slowly into it with you. “Ahhh shit y/n I need you bad,,could you lay down for me?”

complying with him, not even spending the time to prep you-he thrusts himself in. Letting out a deep sigh, hongjoong then nips at your neck. Being all rushed and not ready for him, you didn’t feel pleasure in it. “Joong..” -biting then sucking harshly on your skin he shakily breathes out a moan

not getting him to listen to you,,trying to speak again you tap his shoulder-“Joong...ah..r-red..red”

He literally jumps off of you and holds his face, “Oh my god..y/n..” scared of himself-he didn’t know what took over him, “oh-my-god-oh-my-“

Interrupting him with a hug, you try to comfort the man losing his mind. “Hey..hey, it’s okay! Don’t worry too much about babe..it just didn’t feel right”

From there on hongjoong wouldn’t stop thinking about what he did,, and he’d always make sure you were okay and comfortable with everything

Seonghwa:

when he got carried away, endlessly pounding into you-something with him was off

from the harsh words spilling out of his mouth, and the painful thrusts you let out a whimper

“A-ah..ahh” the far too fast pace making you bring tears to your eyes-Seonghwa was too distracted in the pleasure to see you in discomfort—instead he starting praising you

“You..feel so good..ah..you’re taking me so well“-but really you weren’t taking him well at all. it was hurting-the force of him sheathing himself inside was everything but pleasurable..

He started off very gentle, but then he got this urge for aggressive thrusts-feeling you couldn’t take it anymore, eyes squeezed shut,tear glazed cheeks you sob out, “s-Seonghwa..RED, please it hurts”

Stilling himself he looked down at your painful expressions and uneasiness. “Y/n? Babygirl,oh no, love..are you okay!”-“Tell me where it hurts!”-“please stay here”

He’d make you a warm bath and ease the two of you in, finally relaxing-Seonghwa would whisper non stop, apologies and regrets

Yunho:

when he came to you laying on the couch, and started feeling you up-you knew the boy was NEEDY

But when he started taking off your clothes, you were wondering where his mind went. You now only in undergarments, he unzips his pants and pushes you over the armrest

Harshly squeezing your ass pressing you further on the couch, it began to be painful..then he slipped himself in. Immediately making deep and harsh thrusts, causing your body to continuously pound on the hard armrest

Gasping for air, the piercing pain in your chest made you let out a choked cry-“uh..hmff..yu-nho” but hearing your cry he was trying to chase his release faster..which meant continuous agony

When he placed his hands on the small of your back, you shrieked in pain-“Ou-owww st..stopp,, red, red!” Finally breathing in the first full gasp of air you let it back out in exhaustion. “Oh shit,,oh my god-“

Your limp body resting on the couch, he literally thought he broke you-“y/n,,baby-oh my god” he’d be the fastest to flip you back on the cushions and examine your body.. “please, please forgive me..I..I didn’t mean to get out of control I-“

“Yunho,”-deep breath-“it’s fine, just give me a sec” his heart literally BROKE, tears would pool in his eyes,, he’d never forgive himself for hurting you.

Yeosang:

when he started squeezing you a little too tight, you thought he’d realize sooner..but his frantic pace was almost animalistic

his arms wrapped around your waist as he entered you. Folding over your body-moaning he got lost in pleasure..the hold on your torso tightening as his thrusts became sporadic

Your insides feeling compressed to the point where you were worried of potential damage, you grunt in pain

Then when he shifted to digging his fingers into to hips, you could stand it anymore-“Red..” he’d immediately let go of you and shift back-scared of himself-

He’d stare at his hands, then look up at your body sprawled on the bed..red hand marks visible on your torso he yelps..”what the fuck is wrong with me?! Y/n I..I.. I’m so sorry, I-“

Hands immediately going to soothe your aches you feel wet drops land on your skin,,opening your eyes to a worried, crying boy mumbling out his frustration towards himself

“Yeo, please stop beating yourself up..I know you didn’t mean to-you’re okay” staring into your orbs he’d lurch into your neck..quietly sobbing-“I just don’t know what came over me, i..I am so so sorry”

San:

when you were pulled harshly by your hair and fiercely grasped from your hip—you let out a whimper

There’s times where you two do go pretty rough, but today things weren’t sitting right, it just felt off—the slaps to your ass, the sharp pain in your scalp, your lower back aching-just all felt wrong

Because these actions were frequently done in the bedroom, when San heard you say a painful ‘ow’ he turned it down a bit. But then when he heard pleasurable noises coming out of you again, he went back to his rough mindset

Giving a hard spank to your ass you jolt forward and give out a cry, “you take me so well baby~” obviously enjoying himself, hearing low grunts and pants leaving his mouth

Wrapping his hand around your hair and pulling you back, your neck uncomfortable your scalp becoming sore you give a cry and whimper- “sannie red..”

In a matter of seconds you’re backed up against pillows and examined~”babygirl,, oh my-I went to rough again..didn’t I” weakly nodding your head he curses under his breath

Taking you into his arms-he’s not letting you go-“y/n I really hope you’ll be able to forgive my mistake,,I really messed up” pouty San won’t stop hugging and kissing you

Mingi:

when he repeatedly slammed you down onto him, the position on his lap wasn’t the least bit comfortable

“Yeah..yes..” Mingi spreading your legs father-the stretch starting to sting...bringing you down his length harshly, the motion cause your hips to tense up

You grab onto his shoulder and squeeze trying to ease your pain,,but it only leads to him being egged on. Moaning, his hips start thrusting up and meeting yours in strong force—causing pain to course through you in a big wave

Digging your nails into his chest you pat him as a warning,,but when he didn’t stop-your legs cramping from the position you wince out-“ow..r..red”

Quickly placing you on your back he can’t help but panic a bit-“oh..ah..y..y/n, what can I do,, oh no“-seeing you try and stretch your legs out, he immediately takes action.

Rubbing your hips, inner thighs~all the way down your leg. He can’t help but have soft eyes and pout. “I’m sorry babe, I was foolish, I’m so stupid-I hurt you” then holding your hands to apologize softly

“Mingi-you’re not stupid,,baby it was just the position~it’s okay..” cue snuggles and him trying to make you laugh

Wooyoung:

when you were forced down, choking on him-you tried to relax

But the strong grasp on your head, the repeated actions, the gagging, you needed to breathe... you’ve sucked woo off plenty of times before, but this is the first time he’s fucked your face full on.

Your vision blurry from the lack of air, drooling out of your slack jaw, you try to breathe out of your nose.

But the jerking of your head to his pelvis you’re not able too..sucking in air and hissing from pleasure-wooyoung chases his high

when you tap him on the thigh and he doesn’t pull off, now frantic for oxygen you jerk yourself out of his grip—saliva connected to your lips—you choke and croak out “fucking RED” gasping for air your mind clears up

“Oh shit—y/n..are you okay?!” leaning down to your kneeled state he grabs your face in his hands~”oh my god,,I can’t believe I did that..damn it”

Wooyoung placing your hair behind your ears he kisses your forehead. “Baby-please forgive me,,I never wanted to hurt you-“ pleading for an apology, you swallow and cough from your scratchy throat-“it’s fine Woo, but shit—I couldn’t breathe”

He’d pick you up and place you on the bed, then bring you water and snacks. “Please let me make it up to you-“

Jongho:

when your legs got pressed to your shoulders, the position making you light headed-you tiredly tried saying his name

but the new angle-perfectly-making your breathing thin out..it didn’t help that he increased his pace, and hit deeper in you.

letting a choked cry out—he slammed harder—finding you so desirable he doesn’t notice your furrowed face. Bouncing uncontrollably from his movements, your breathing so irregular-from constantly being knocked out of you

Trying to give out the strength to make him stop you go limp and cry out..hearing your plea he freezes

Grabbing onto your hands for dear life he spits out apology’s. “Y/n, love? Oh my-breathe-please” calming your breathing back to normal you weakly sigh

“I’m sorry Jongho, i just couldnt,,”

Lifting you up for a hug, he kisses your neck and wipes away your stray tears~”please..don’t apologize for what I did..y/n,,I am forever sorry for conflicting pain upon you—“

His touches from there on would be as light as a feather, so soft—he’s afraid of breaking you, a delicacy..you’re his heart. And his heart broke when he hurt you

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daised-daisy · 3 years

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My Prince’s Tears

ft. Feral Spider!Virgil

Ship: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

Word Count: 1,350

Summary: When Roman confides to Virgil about how upset Janus is making him, Virgil let’s his protective side get the best of him.

Warnings: spider!Virgil, overprotective Virgil, threats, shouting (in all caps), Janus isn’t painted in the best light

Mumbling a My Chemical Romance song under his breath, Virgil walked from corner to corner of his room, putting up fresh spiderwebs after tearing down the old, dusty, broken ones. He had his jacket tied around his waist and his bangs pulled back with a hair clip so he could better see his work. His spider legs, all sprouting from his back, were both lifting him high enough to reach the corners of his ceiling and working to make the webs.

A knock on the door distracted him from his tasks and he looked over to see Roman standing in the doorway, his body just a silhouette from the brighter hallway lights pouring into the dimly lit room from behind him.

“What is it, Princey?” Virgil asked with a slightly annoyed sigh. Roman seemed to tense and took a step back.

“I’m sorry. Never mind,” Roman said quickly, his voice weak and shaking. Virgil furrowed his brows. Roman turned to leave.

“Wait!” Virgil said, falling onto his human feet and rushing forward. “Come back.” Roman turned back to him and Virgil gasped when he saw the redness of Roman’s eyes and the tears streaming down his cheeks.

Roman chuckled to himself, wiping his face with his sleeve. “Gosh, I knew I must look unsightly in this state, but is it that bad?” he asked.

“No!” Virgil said quickly and a bit more forcefully than he had meant to. He reeled back. “I’m just surprised. I… what happened?”

“It’s kind of a long story,” Roman said, looking off to the side. “Janus was–”

“Ugh,” Virgil cut in, rolling his eyes. “I hate when you use his name. I hate that you know his name.”

“Oh. Well,” Roman started over, “Deceit was in the living room with Logan and Patton and I and well, Patton was napping, but that doesn’t really matter. Well, it sort of does. Anyway, Logan was doing his smart nerdy things, which doesn’t matter much either, but I was drawing something and Ja—er, Deceit came in and said it looked wonderful, but he said it in that way. You know that way? So I told him to leave me alone and then Logan scolded me for being rude when he was just trying to give me a compliment even though he wasn’t! I know he wasn’t! He can’t trick me anymore! I know I’m stupid but I—”

“Whoa, whoa, Roman, slow down,” Virgil said, pulling Roman into a hug. “You’re not stupid, Princey. Janus is just good at what he does. He took advantage of you. It’s not your fault.” He gently stroked Roman’s hair on the back of his head as he held Roman close against his chest.

“Yeah, well, tell that to the others,” Roman hiccuped. “While Logan was yelling at me, Patton woke up and heard him scolding me for being mean, and then he did that ‘I’m disappointed in you’ face. I can’t stand that face! And I couldn’t even defend myself because Deceit started this whole little fake speech about how he didn’t want to hurt anyone. He didn’t even fake apologize for ever hurting me in the first place. I mean, can you believe that? The—uh… Virgil?”

Virgil’s eyes had gone completely black—all eight of them. He was staring straight ahead at nothing.

“Virgil?” Roman repeated, gently tugging on his hoodie. Virgil blinked and his eyes returned to normal, all but his two human ones vanishing. He looked down at Roman.

“Huh?”

“You weren’t listening,” Roman said, his expression falling. “I’m annoying you, aren’t I? You don't want to hear a stuck-up prince whine. I’m sorry, I’ll go.” Roman turned away and started towards the door.

“No, stay!” Virgil pleaded, lunging forward and grabbing Roman’s hand. Roman spun back around. “I’m listening, I swear!”

“And you promise I’m not being a bother?” he asked.

“I promise,” Virgil said, offering him a small smile. Roman smiled back. Virgil pulled him further into his room, leading him over to his bed, sitting down, then patting the spot next to him. Roman joined him and leaned against him, and Virgil put his arm around his shoulders.

“So anyway, I just feel so… awful around Janus. He makes me feel so stupid and insignificant, like there’s something wrong with me.” Roman took a deep breath as he started getting choked up. “And everyone acts like nothing happened, like he didn’t manipulate me and use me and take advantage of my stupid flaws. I just don’t know what to do!” Roman let out a heart-wrenching sob and squeezed his eyes shut.

Virgil remained silent. His grip on Roman suddenly tightened and he started rising into the air, one arm hooking under Roman’s legs so he was carrying him bridal style. It took Roman a moment to realize Virgil was using his long, spider legs to stand instead of his human ones again. His spider eyes had returned.

He suddenly raced forward, holding Roman close and protectively. Though his face remained neutral, Roman could tell he was angry purely by the furious energy that radiated off of him.

“Virgil? Virgil! What are you doing?” Roman asked, clinging to him, but he received no answer. Virgil only stopped when they made it to the living room. Only Patton was still there.

“Where is he?” Virgil seethed, his breathing heavy and his jaw clenched. His voice had a demonic echo.

“Where’s who?” Patton asked, looking up. “Oh Roman! Thank goodness! I wanted to apologize for not getting your side of the story earlier. I guess I got so caught up in trying to make Janus feel welcome, I–”

“HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO HAVE YOU SAY HIS NAME,” Virgil shouted, making Patton gasp and jump back.

“Uh, i-it’s okay, Patton,” Roman assured him. He said it even though he hadn’t quite fully meant it because he was afraid of what Virgil might do to poor Patton if he didn’t.

“WHERE IS DECEIT?” Virgil demanded, his grip on Roman tightening more. Roman let out a small whine as Virgil squeezed him. Virgil glanced at him and loosened his grip just slightly.

“I-I don’t know where he is!” Patton said, trembling. He let out a small croak and a few blotches of skin turned green. Virgil’s face softened a bit.

“You have no need to fear me, Patton,” Virgil told him, his voice briefly returning to normal. “You haven’t hurt my prince. Not like he has.”

“Your prince?” Roman repeated under his breath.

“Why do you want to find him?” Patton asked, still shaking despite Virgil’s slight descent in his anger.

“I want to hurt him. I want him to regret ever laying a finger on Roman,” he growled.

“Virgil, no! You don’t need to do this,” he insisted. “I appreciate the gesture, believe me, but I don’t need you to get revenge for me. Please, I just need you to be my friend.” Virgil’s face softened at Roman’s words, and he slowly sunk back onto his human feet, setting Roman down and retracting his spider features. He fiddled with his sleeve nervously.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled, looking down at his feet. Roman smiled. He gently cupped Virgil’s face and kissed his cheek.

“Thank you for trying to protect me,” he said, then pulled his hands back.

“I wish I’d never let Deceit near you at all,” Virgil said, reaching forward and grabbing Roman’s hands in his own before he could fully take them back.

“Virgil, what happened with Deceit is not your fault,” Roman assured him, giving his hands a squeeze. “Please don’t feel bad. It’ll just make me feel bad.” He pouted to enforce his point. Virgil laughed a little.

“Alright, alright, I won’t feel bad about it,” he gave in. Roman smiled and pulled him into a hug. Virgil held him tight, letting out a soft, content hum.

“But if I catch him pulling anything else, I’m gonna do something about it,” he added in a low voice.

“Oh, you’re so brave, my stormy knight,” Roman giggled. Virgil blushed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Ro.”

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shysneeze · 3 years

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Art Gallery Shenanigans (Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader)

Description: Remus takes the reader to an art gallery for their first date and is sufficiently flustered about it.

(from this request from @ribbons-in-your-hair hope i did it justice🥺)

Warnings: none that i can think of, some confrontation? Remus is nervous but it’s really just pure fluff

*middle image in header is painting mentioned later*

taglist: @pxroxide-prinxcesss @girl22334, @amourtentiaa

Remus has resorted to people watching in a bid to distract himself from the anxiety of waiting. It’s not that (Y/N) is particularly late, only a minute has ticked past their original meeting time and a logical part of him know she’s on her way, but a less logical and more nervous part of him can’t help but wonder if she’s decided last minute that he’s not her type.

He busies himself with his surroundings, the contemplative muggle art students, the grumbling children too young to appreciate all of it and their parents ignoring them in the desperate attempt for some sophisticated ‘me time’. He stifles a laugh at the fearful look on the underpaid staff members’ faces as they watch a child go to touch a statue with his grubby fingers.

A minute later, the hurried echo of someone’s foot steps against the museum’s high ceilings approaching pulls him from his distraction. The sight of her jogging towards him pulls a relieved breath from his lips and brings on a grin.

“Sorry I’m late!” (Y/N) exhales. “I got a bit muddled with my directions - muggle London is complicated.”

He grimaces subtly to himself, blinking at her sheepishly.

“Perhaps I should have picked you and we could have travelled together.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She beams at him before adding, “I’m sure you can walk me back?”

Remus’ eyes brighten, something warming in his chest at the realisation she’s thought as far as beyond the date, has imagined it going well enough that she wants him to walk to her home, or at least to Diagon Alley where they can Floo home safely. He nods, possibly too enthusiastically, and her gives him a soft smile.

“Of course.”

“Great!”

They stand there for a second too long just staring at each other with ridiculous smiles. Then, something in the back of Remus mind (sounding distinctly like Sirius teasing him) forces him to clear his throat and look away with a slight blush.

“Should we go then?” He nods towards the various exhibits.

“Oh, yes, of course.” She nods, similarly flustered, “Lead the way, Mr Tour Guide.”

Moving from the foyer area towards the exhibits sees a change in atmosphere from the noisy entrance hall . A silence finds them that feels almost sacred, like to break it would break some unspoken art viewer rule that one mustn’t so much as breathe too loud, else distracting everyone else in the room.

He can feel the pamphlet, grabbed earlier from the information desk, is curled tightly in his hands, and he can’t help but fidget with it as they walk, worrying slightly that this silence does take away the point of a first date. He almost asks her as such.

“hey, is it weird we’re not talking?’

However, as they pace slowly through the exhibits, stopping momentarily to stare at the paintings, a smile finds his lips. (Y/N) doesn’t seem to mind at all, her eyes are wide with wonder as they stare up at the colours and stories each painting holds.

It doesn’t take him long to realise that, for the most part, he’s found himself looking to (Y/N) more than the art, watching her eyes scan each painting, smiling at the twinkle that finds her eyes. He’s pretty sure he’s not missing much though, nothing more deserving of his attention.

“They’re amazing.” (Y/N) exhales softly at one point, “It’s hard to believe some of them were painted so long ago.”

“Huh?” Remus blinks, blush rising to his cheeks when she turns to find his eyes. “Oh, yeah.”

She gives him a cheeky grin before turning to the painting again, and this time, Remus mimics her action to look at the painting for himself. He finds himself staring at it for a second rather contemplatively, part of an act perhaps now that he can feel (Y/N) staring at him from the corner of her eye.

“It looks a bit like the Hogwarts Express...” She whispers, “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, actually,” Remus nods, eyes dropping to the small plaque underneath the painting’s frame, “Steam, Speed and Steel... J.M.W Turner.”

(Y/N) nods, rather intrigued by it now. Remus’ attempt to keep his eyes only on the painting are soiled by the small smile that is climbing the cheeks of the girl by his side, and he can’t help the warmth that floods his chest at the sight.

“I’m just thinking about the train to Hogwarts.” She explains in response to his curious eyes, not taking her own from the painting of the train crossing the viaduct, smothered in steam, “It’s where I first realised I had a crush on you, Remus.”

“You did?” He gulps.

“Yeah,” She chuckles breathlessly, “Last year... Your friends were late and you were sitting there alone and you were reading a book but you kept making these weird facial expressions,” She grins, “And I thought ‘ugh, this nerd... he’s just my bloody type’.”

He feigns a hurt look, but the grin climbing his cheeks gives him away. She turns now to meet his eyes with an embarrassed sort of smile and a shrug as if to say ‘what else can you do about it?’. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“I hope you know that today, you’ve been the biggest nerd in the room.” He bites a laugh. “Gushing about paintings and all that.”

“You’re the one who suggested an art gallery.” She laughs.

“Yes, but I think I’m lucky if I’ve looked at more than two paintings since I arrived.”

“Yeah?” She tilts her head dopily, “How come?”

“I’ve been watching you all day instead.”

Her resolve to seem smug cracks and her face softens completely, moving to push him gently as a distraction from the flustered embarrassment taking hold of her expression.

“You sap.”

“You liked it though,” He nudges her shoulder with a chuckle, “Don’t lie.”

“Hmm.”

Their soft laughter fills the space between them, eyes once again held in each other’s gaze. Only once their gentle chuckles have subsided do they appear to realise how they’ve gravitated to one another, so close (Y/N) can hear his nervous gulp.

When his eyes dart sheepishly to her lips, she lets out a shaky breath, the products of a newly establish nervous tension between them. Then, making his eyes light up instantly, she nods.

A second later, her cheeks are cupped in his warm hands and their eyes are fluttering shut. Lips meet tentatively, filled with the same nervous energy as everything has been all day, then his lips press firmly to her own in a kiss so breath taking she finds her fingers curling around the lapels of his denim jacket to steady herself.

“Merlin...” (Y/N) mutters once they’ve pulled apart, “Where have you been hiding that?”

“Keeping it for someone special.” Remus shrugs.

“You spend far too much time with Sirius,” She shakes her head, grinning at him nonetheless.

He’s about to kiss her again, hands falling to her waist, when an impatient sound disrupts them, a woman behind them clearing her throat accusatorily with her hand planted firmly on her hips. Both Remus and (Y/N) are reminded of Madam Pince for a moment.

“Excuse me,” She begins with a frown, “This is an art gallery.”

Remus’ eyes blow wide at her tone and (Y/N) drops her face to his chest to muffle the newly forming laughter that threatens to barrel from her throat. The woman continues in a furious rant on respect and appropriate art gallery behaviour as Remus splutters out apologies in response.

“Yes Ma’am -- I’m so sorry I just couldn’t help--” He chokes, “Sorry, Ma’am it won’t happen again-- we’re just leaving-- Sorry.”

Remus’s fingers intertwine through (Y/N)’s as the woman rambles, nodding apologetically as he pulls them both from the exhibit, (Y/N)’s face burried in his side, her shoulders shaking with laughter as the woman’s complaints follow them from the room.

“Bloody Hell,” He gasps the minute they are free. “She could give Pince a run for her money- oi, stop laughing at my misery!”

(Y/N)’s head is flung back instantly with a cackled laugh, only spurred onwards by her accidental snort. Remus can’t help but join her, both of them soon bent in a fit of giggles that sees them receiving the same disapproving looks from the staff as the grubby fingered child from earlier.

“You looked petrified, Remus.” She manages through a laugh, “Merlin’s beard.”

“You just left me to deal with it myself.” He complains before another laugh bursts from his lips. “Merlin, please don’t tell the boys.”

“I’ve already planned out the reenactment,” She shrugs unapologetically, “It was too good.”

“Mean.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you next time.” (Y/N) assures him.

“Next time?” Remus perks up, “You mean the crazy old lady didn’t scare you off?”

“Merlin, no.” (Y/N) grins, “It was kind of adorable watching you stammer your way out of it.”

“I’m dating a sadist.” He jokes sarcastically.

She shoves his side with an eye roll and squeezes the hand still in her own. She gives him a look, the one he’s been watching all day, that twinkly eyed look of amazement, and he almost leans into kiss her again right there.

“Do you want to go for a coffee at Diagon Alley?” He asks expectantly, “Before we get kicked out of the museum once and for all?”

“I would love that, Remus.”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll get harrassed by someone else when I go to kiss you goodbye.” He jokes.

“Is that a promise at another one of those kisses?”

“Definitely.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus x reader #remus imagine #remus lupin imagine #remus imagines #remus lupin imagines #remus x you #marauders imagines #harry potter #moony x reader

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chocolate-parfait · 3 years

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I've never sent an ask before so I apologize if I'm doing something wrong, but could I maybe request some more Gen Z mc headcanons? I just love the idea of mc having a platonic younger/older sibling dynamic especially with Napoleon and Jean 🥺👉👈

dw, dw! here it is✨

Gen Z!MC (pt. 2) - ikevamp headcanons (Napoleon & Jean)

Napoleon

You and Napoleon get along amazingly from the start. Sure, there is a generational gap and many of the things you do or laugh at cannot be explained, but believe me when I say that his charisma and open mindedness make up for it, a lot.

Being the naturally caring person he is, he immediately takes you under his wing (he basically adopts you, like he did with Jean and Isaac). No one is allowed to lay a hand on you for the whole month, else they'd have to catch his hands and sword. Related to this, no matter how much you tell him that you can fight on your own, he will NOT let you. First, he will have you join on his sparring sessions with Jean and teach you the basics, maybe even tell you a thing or two on how to throw a punch, but he'd rather have you safe and sound than covered in bruises and bloody scars.

This may paint him in a slightly overprotective light, but you probably won't even notice it unless you're throwing yourself headfirst into danger. A creep is harassing a woman in the street? Napoleon will deal with it before you can move another step. He was a soldier and an emperor, he has fought for a future of peace and equality, and you, the fruit of his hard work, should avoid any kind of bloodshed.

On the other hand, if the fight is verbal, he will 100% support you and cheer you on. He absolutely adores it whenever he sees the eloquence and unwavering confidence with which you defend your ideals, and he wonders whether a father would be feeling the same way.

Another thing he appreciates about you, is your humor. Although sometimes it kinda upsets him and makes him think about the type of society you must be coming from (self deprecating jokes, mostly), he cannot help but get a good laugh or two whenever he sees you laughing at the most nonsensical things.

One day, he, you and Arthur were talking about your life in the 21st century, when you happened to mention a friend of yours. "..oh yeah! This actually reminds me of my friend, Joe. Though it's too bad that he died of ligma" "I'm so sorry to heart that... what's... what's ligma though? A new illness?" "🕴 L I G M A B A L L S 🕴" im sorry this joke is overused but its 1AM and i saw it on a jujutsu kaisen tiktok pls beare with me

(+ you and Arthur falling to the ground, tears in your eyes and the most horrible whale noises filling up the whole room)

Other times you come up with the most original and unusual phrases that don't match your usual speech at all. "MC, what were you doing before coming here?" "I had sworn an oath of solitude 'till the blight was purged from mine lands" "What..?" "I was in quarantine because of a global pandemic" Oh.

When the time comes for you to say goodbye, he will, of course, feel a heavy dagger in his heart, but he'll gladly let you return to your peaceful time, the place where you belong to the most. Knowing you, you'll surely be fine, after all.

Jean

He's confused at first. You're young, somewhere near his age back when he was alive, and according to what you told the others you come from a """relatively""" peaceful time. without considering police brutality, discriminations, wars in certain countries, and a pandemic. Let's just say that many of us can lead a life without going to war and such But why, why are you so cursed?

Saying that he's taken aback would be an understatement. He simply cannot get more than half of what you talk about, he's not a social butterfly and he struggles with being open with others; you, however, don't seem to mind it too much. You approach him, fearlessly and with genuinely good intentions only. He resists and tries putting distance between you, but there's something, something that makes him want to talk to you, laugh with you and understand you more.

Your arrival shows him that which he could not be. A simple teenager. An innocent person who peacefully lives without having to worry about traitors, incoming battles and the sight of dead comrades in a puddle of their down blood. You look so carefree in whatever you do, even when nervous and hesitant, and yet you do not lack depth. He has seen you defending your principles, the fire in your eyes and spirit wholly concentrated on your interlocutors. Could he have been like that, too, if he had been given the chance?

Ever since meeting you, he's become more and more determined to learn the basics which he had completely missed during a time of war. Reading and writing, for example. He's not as naive as to completely let go of all his sins, but the untainted side of him, which had survived so many years of slaughter and had tied the adjectives "saint" and "pure" to his name, pushed him to work hard for those simple yet rewarding goals.

He's utterly at a loss for words when you propose to help him out though, and even more when he sees the lack of judgmental sneer in your eyes. Could you really be so innocent? Or perhaps it's a sign of your maturity and benevolence? Maybe you two are not so different, after all. Sure, you may be one hell of an oddball, but he surely isn't that normal, either

Whether he likes it or not, Jean subconsciously starts considering you as a younger sibling, and he feels the need to protect you by sacrificing himself; he's the only one with stained hands, you should remain the way you are. Pure and childlike, like he used to be. This will bring you to butt heads every now and then, because yours is not a kindness that stems from ignorance, but from open mindedness and awareness. In the end, you're both mutually taking care of each other, and it's so wholesome that someone's younger brother might feel a bit jealous of your bond.

Teach him some modern songs and some slangs (Jean to the other residents: wassup, my fellow homies!), tell him about popular blockbusters and bestseller stories, do some popular challenges with him, like the chubby bunny one but using macarons instead. Jean will naturally develop a smile, and his usual dark aura will slowly dissipate, like a clear sky after a thunderstorm.

After the month passes by, he gets more and more nervous as the day of your departure gets closer. He's used to saying goodbyes before heading into battle, prepared not to come back alive anymore, but to do it with someone who will be alive, even if years and years after your present time? That's definitely a first for him. Nevertheless, knowing the time where you'll be going back to, he feels reassured, and is finally able, perhaps for the first time in his turbulent life, to say "goodbye" with a smile on his face

#answered #ikevamp scenarios #ikevamp headcanons #ikevamp imagines #ikemen vampire #napoleon bonaparte #jean d'arc #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp jean #my writing

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Idiots II Draco Malfoy x Reader

This drabble is part of my 800 Follower Celebration!

Summary: Enemies to Lovers. During the 6th year, you slowly realize with the help of Amortentia how you truly feel for the Slytherin. When you go to tell him, it’s too late.

Requested by a lovely anon: “hi! could i request a draco malfoy x reader enemies to lovers with dialogue prompt #20 - “i love you idiot”. thank you!“

A/N: This was supposed to be 500 words lol. I hope you like it! It’s a little angsty. I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed, it’s supposed to be a short drabble. I had a lot of fun writing it though and I hope you enjoy it! <3

Words: 1.3k Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader Warnings: angst

It started in your first year, even before you were sorted into your house. Walking into the Great Hall, you could barely keep your mouth closed as you absorbed the wonders and beauty that suddenly surrounded you. The flying candles, the stars on the ceiling, the laughing students at the four long tables – you knew instantly that this place would become a second home for you.

As you kept marveling at your surroundings, you didn’t notice the group had come to a stop. You made another long step forward and – bumped right into the person in front of you. A small, blonde boy spun around.

“Watch your steps, idiot!”, he spat out and glared at you.

This was the first interaction you ever had with Draco Malfoy – and also the moment, you both began to hate each other. Malfoy liked you almost as much as Potter and when he wasn’t annoying him, he was bothering you. He loved pranking you; insults written on small notes kept flying onto your desk during classes, right after he made fun of your hair or face or whatever else he could think of on that day. You weren’t any better though and kept doing the same things to him. On top of that, the two of you constantly competed in school against each other and when you joined the Quidditch Team, things got even worse.

Your friends always used one word to describe the two of you: annoying.

Things changed in your sixth year. Suddenly, Malfoy seemed distracted and stopped caring about your stupid fights. Even though, you didn’t want to admit it – his behavior bothered you. No, it was the lack of attention that bothered you.

“Why aren’t you happy that he stopped?”, your friend asked you one day. “You hate him, right? So what’s up with the sudden obsession? Are you in love with that idiot or something?”

You laughed at her. What a ridiculous idea! Just the thought made you feel uncomfortable. However, it didn’t leave you and so you started watching him during meals and classes. You noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way he hardly ate anything at all, how his eyes always seemed to wander around as if his thoughts were elsewhere. Malfoy was always on your mind. Merlin, at some point you even started to dream about him.

Were you worrying about him? No, absolutely not. Never would you worry about that idiot. Because if you did that, it meant you could feel more than just hate for him.

***

One day in January, your thoughts trailed off once again during a particularly boring Potions lesson as you watched Malfoy from across the classroom.

“Y/N,” you friend whispered and nudged with your elbow.

“What?”, you asked when you snapped back into reality. She pointed to your teacher.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Slughorn called your name. “Is there a reason why you seem rather distracted today?”

You straightened your back immediately. Oops. “I’m sorry, Professor,” you apologized.

“Hmm,” he made. “Why don’t you come to the front and smell this potion for us. Did you hear Miss Grangers explanations?”

“Uhm, yes, sure,” you stammered and walked over to the cauldron.

Slughorn didn’t believe you. “What do you smell then, Miss Y/L/N?”

Slowly, you leaned forward and sniffed cautiously at the liquid. You frowned. “I can’t smell anything, Professor.”

Slughorn raised an eyebrow. “Please, try again. Be honest with us.”

Again, the same thing happened. As you leaned forward the overwhelming scent of an all too familiar cologne hit you and you wrinkled your nose. “I’m sorry,” you said when you got up, a little more annoyed now. “But I can’t smell anything when Malfoy stands so close. Seriously,” you looked in his direction. “Try using less cologne, it’s disgusting.”

The class was quiet for a few seconds. Malfoys eyes widened and his friends started to grin, while nudging him with their elbows. Then a few girls started to giggle. What was going on?!

“It’s Amortentia, Y/N,” Hermione whispered to you. “It shows your deepest desire.”

Oh.

***

To say the rest of the lesson was anything less than a complete humiliation, would have been a lie. Everyone kept grinning at you, making sly remarks, no matter how hard Slughorn tried to get the students to concentrate.

Despite your embarrassment, the words didn’t leave your mind.

It shows your deepest desire.

Malfoy was supposed to be your deepest desire?! No, something must have gone wrong. It simply couldn’t be. Right?

When hours turned into days and days into months, the answer began to seem more and more blurry. Malfoy completely started to ignore you. A part of you was glad, at least he didn’t make fun of the incident. Another part however, slowly began to feel hurt by the way he was so distant all of the sudden. The utter hatred you had felt for years faded more and more and one night when you almost started to cry after he outright refused to work together with you on a Transfiguration project, you finally admitted to yourself: maybe you did feel something for him.

“Tell him,” your friend advised you when you told her in frustration. “It doesn’t matter how he reacts, it’ll end this whole charade and give you reason to move on. Tell him.”

You knew she was right – and so you did.

You left the common room, searching the whole castle for the Slytherin. It was weirdly quiet tonight. After about forty minutes you was on your way to the Astronomy Tower when suddenly you heard some commotion. Did someone scream? No, it was probably just Peeves again. Then you finally found Malfoy. He practically ran around the corner, bumping into you.

“I have to talk to you!”, you exclaimed, reaching for his arm when he wanted to pass you. When you finally got a glimpse of his expression, it made your blood freeze. Pure fear was written all over his face, there were tears on his cheeks.

“You have to leave!”, he hissed and pushed you into a dark corner.

“What no, what happened?”, you asked him anxiously.

“Leave and hide!”, he whispered, turning his head as if he was looking for something – or someone. “You can’t be here.”

“No, Malfoy, I have to –”

“No!”, he interrupted you. For the first time, he looked into your eyes and suddenly his voice softened. “I know. Amortentia.”

You swallowed hard.

“Now, leave, please,” he squeezed your arm. You hadn’t even realized he was still holding onto you. “They will kill you!”

Just the way he said this made you believe him. The temperatures seemed to have dropped a few degrees and a shiver ran down your spine. “Who will?”, you whispered.

He didn’t reply but turned his head when he heard footsteps coming from the Astronomy Tower. Someone was coming. Fast.

“It’s too late, stay hidden,” his voice trembled. “I will lead them into another direction.” With that, he took a step back. “We probably won’t see each other again but that’s not too bad, right? We could never stand each other anyways, right?”

Right?

You felt as if you were choking, yet no tears were starting to run down your cheeks. You were too confused, too scared. What was happening? All you wanted was … “I love you, idiot,” you croaked.

Malfoy began to walk backwards, more tears streaming down his face. His eyes kept glancing to the stairs. Whoever was coming down, had almost reached them. Then, right before he turned around he sent you a small smile filled with fear and desperation. “This can’t happen, Y/L/N.”

A loud laugh caused you to flinch and then a black-haired woman appeared, followed by a few men. With terror, you noticed the Dark Mark on her arm. She screamed something but you were too distraught to understand it.

“This way,” you heard Malfoy say. “It’s a shortcut.”

***

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broqkenhearted · 3 years

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𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊

𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊: Chapter 3

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙: Chapter 4

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘: Chapter 2

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: Look at Bottom of Chapter (you can comment or message if you want to be in my tag list)

𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: An innocent school girl is new to SOPA. She becomes friends with the President of the school and his group. Y/N sees this one group of boys and one of them intrigues her. These boys are the “badasses” of the school and act all cold. But there is more to this boy than what is seen on the outside. This boy is no other than a vampire who is in the gang named Ateez, and finds his mate, who is none other than the innocent school girl. What love will blossom between these two?

𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: bits of fluff, smut, angst, highschool au, vampire au

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: vampire!san x reader

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 4,515

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: blood, swearing, mature content (warnings beforehand)

Yunho POV

I could feel Y/N relax behind me as she snuggled herself into my back. I couldn't help but smile. She really was something else.

"Cute," I mumbled.

I hope she'll except us for who we are...

Y/N POV

The motorcycle ride ended a lot faster than I had expected. It was quite relaxing actually. I could ride all day if I could.

I hopped off the bike and took the helmet off. When I took it off, I swung my hair around in an effort to get it less tangled. I could see San staring at me as I did so. I looked over to him and it looked like his eyes just flashed purple??? I'm prolly losing my mind, so I just brushed it off. The boys invited inside their house, and may I tell you, they own a mansion. A big ass mansion to be in fact.

I was gawking at it, until I heard some of the boys chuckle.

"Holy shit, how rich are y'all?" I asked.

"A lot richer than you think," Seonghwa said cockily.

"Oh well no shit Sherlock," I responded rolling my eyes.

When we all entered the front door, the rain began to pour buckets over the city.

The house gave me an awfully sketchy vibe, it was really dark and gloomy. "They have all this money, and they choose to live in this dark ass mansion," I thought.

"I guess I should thank y'all for making sure I don't drown in the rain," I said giggling.

"It's not a problem! In all honesty, we're surprised you walked away from Twice like that," Hongjoong responded.

"Why? They're the average obsessed bitches. Always trying to grab the popular boys' attention," I said rolling my eyes.

"Well yeah, but they won't hesitate to make your life total hell," Wooyoung sighed.

"If they seriously think I'm going to let them walk over me, they're wrong. If someone ends up dead, don't be surprised," I growled.

The guys looked at me surprised.

I sighed. "Yeah I know, I don't seem to be the person who would act like that, right? Well I'm super stiff around new people. That's why I act shy. But when people get on my nerves, shit goes down. So I'm telling y'all this now.....don't fuck with me."

"And what if we do?" Seonghwa said, smirking.

"Is that a challenge, Seonghwa?"

"Maybe...."

Immediately, I shot a serious stare at him. At first, I decided to play a stare off with him at first. I slowly walked towards him, then pounced. I tackled him to the ground and and put him in a headlock. I was in a position where I could pin his arms and legs down so he couldn't fight back.

"I told you, don't fuck with me."

At that moment, Seonghwa's eyes turned red like how San's changed earlier. I pushed him off of me and got up. I looked from Seonghwa to San in confusion.

My confused face made everyone else just as confused.

"What's wrong?" Mingi asked.

"Your eyes," I responded blandly.

At that moment all the guys except San showed faces of panic.

"Why did they turn red?"

"I think you're seeing things, Y/N."

"How could I be seeing things when it happened to San and Seonghwa?"

Yunho glared at San. San shrugged.

"Explain. I'm not stupid. You know your eyes did that. And, why the hell are you wearing clothes like that?"

"Before we say anything, please don't be scared and run off," Wooyoung sighed.

"Talk," was all I said.

The guys looked at each other as if they were trying to decide who would speak.

"Fine, I'll say it because y'all are being to big of pussies to talk," San growled. "We're vampires."

I began to laugh my ass off.

"V-Vampires?" I said between laughs. "Great joke guys."

I was suddenly pinned against a wall.

"This isn't a damn joke," San said.

His eyes were turning a dark crimson this time. I could see his fangs start to come out.

I was trying to process what was happening when San let me go.

"And before you ask, no, we aren't going to drink your blood and kill you," Jongho said.

"I should go home," I mumbled.

"You aren't going anywhere," San retorted.

"And why the hell do YOU care?" I spat.

"Are you ok?" Yunho asked.

"No, I'm not ok!" I yelled. "I fucking knew you guys were familiar. I should've known better than this."

"What do you mean?" Wooyoung replied sadly.

"What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN!? YOU ASSHOLES KILLED HER!" I was crying at this point.

I looked back at the guys to see their eyes change to blue. I walked over to San and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"You fucking murdered my best friend," I said as I threw San to the ground.

The guys were shocked. No one has ever treated San like that. San's eyes turned black. I was a bit startled to see his eyes change to that color, but I shook the feeling off.

"You asked for it bitch!" San screamed.

The guys rushed to hold him back but I stopped them.

"Don't. I'm not scared of him or what he can do. If he's going to kill me, let him. At least she won't be alone up there anymore."

Third Person POV

Y/N collapsed on the ground in tears. The boys were heartbroken. San even felt his heart hurt a little bit. The guys looked at the poor girl unsure of what to do.

"Where's the bathroom?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Down the hallway, first door to the right," Hongjoong responded.

WARNING: ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AFTER THIS POINT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Y/N got up and followed his directions to be lead to a large bathroom. Y/N locked the door and slid down against it sobbing. Little did Y/N know, the guys could hear and see her thoughts. Soon they could smell her blood.

"Guys, is that her blood!?" Yeosang asked frantically.

Yeosang decided that he wouldn't wait for their answer and just booked it to the bathroom.

"Y/N, please open the door!"

There was no response. Not even the sound of her crying could be heard. Yeosang teleported into the bathroom to see a horrific sight. Yeosang called for the guys to come, and they all teleported in to see an unconscious Y/N in Yeosangs's arms with blood pooling out of her wrists and neck. Seonghwa, being the healer of the group dashed towards a crying Yeosang. He lifted Y/N into his arms and booked it into his room to help her. The guys turned back towards Yeosang. They have rarely seen him cry before, and the fact that he was crying over a girl he met in one day was shocking.

"I-I can't believe I'm s-saying t-this, but W-Wooyoung's right. She's d-different," Yeosang barely spoke. "She c-can't die!"

The rest of Ateez felt the same way. She was different, special even. All they knew was that they were going to protect her.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was frantically working to stop the bleeding and stitch her up. He managed to successfully do so, and he soon found himself looking at the poor girl. He walked out of his room to meet with the very worried guys.

"I think she'll be ok," Seonghwa said.

"I can't believe she actually tried to kill herself," Wooyoung said. "How are we even going to talk to her? She said we killed her best friend, she hates us!"

The guys groaned and sighed in agreement with Wooyoung.

2 Hours Later

"Urrggh," Y/N said as she woke up.

She looked around to realize that her wrists and neck are bandaged up and that she's in an unfamiliar room. Y/N arose from the bed she was laying in and proceeded to walk out. The room was attached to the hallway, so Y/N easily found her way to the living room. She could hear the sound of male voices, so Y/N assumed it was the guys. Y/N had to use the assistance of the walls to walk, so when Y/N got to the end of the hallway, she stood there leaning against the cool wall. The boys could hear movement behind them, and when they turned around they saw you there leaning against the door frame with glossy eyes. Y/N resumed her efforts of walking but San was the first person to teleport to her. He could see the pure emptiness and sadness in her eyes and it broke him apart. Before she could reject, San picked Y/N up and carried her over to the couch. She was placed between San and Seonghwa.

"How are you feeling?" Seonghwa asked.

"I've been a lot better," Y/N said with a small smile.

The guys realized that no matter what the situation is, Y/N manages to make the situation a lot lighter and brighter.

"Y/N, we are so sorry," Hongjoong started.

Y/N sighed, "I appreciate your apology, but you should know that I probably won't forgive you for it. She was the only person who made my life have light, so not having her here is really difficult."

"You look really tired, Y/N," Yeosang said.

"I just have to move around to get my blood flow back up that's all," She said.

Y/N looked back at Yeosang to his the fear in his eyes.

"You were the person who walked in, weren't you?" Y/N asked Yeosang.

Yeosang couldn't answer her. He could only let out a quiet tear.

"Come here," she said.

Yeosang hesitantly went in her direction, and stood before her. Y/N signaled for San to get up, and San followed. She patted the now open seat next to her, and Yeosang took the spot. What Y/N did next shocked everyone in the room. She hugged Yeosang and snuggled into him.

"I'm so sorry you had to walk in to find me like that," was all she said.

Yeosang couldn't help but hug her back and cuddle with her. San was looking at the two people feeling anger and jealousy boil through his veins.

"Just because I'm not a vampire doesn't mean I can't sense your guys's jealousy. So if you want a hug you gotta fight for a spot next to me," Y/N smiled.

Y/N let go of Yeosang and sat up. Seonghwa engulfed her into a large hug. She returned the hug and rubbed his back. Soon, the rest of the boys hugged her and inhaled her addictive scent. San was the only member left. This time, Seonghwa got up and let San fill his spot. He looked at her with grey eyes and then gently hugged the girl. To San, Y/N felt so small and fragile. She fit into his arms perfectly. He never wanted to let her go. She snuggled into him closer and San looked up to the guys. He gave them a look that showed how much he cared for her. There was a peaceful silence until Yunho broke it.

"Has anyone ever told you how good you smell?"

"No, what do I smell like?"

"You smell like vanilla and roses!" Yunho exclaimed happily.

"I don't use anything that has that smell though?" Y/N announced.

"Wait that means that's your natural scent! I have never met a human that smells as good as you do," Wooyoung stated.

Y/N giggled at the compliment and her laugh made the guys' hearts melt.

"I take it you wore those outfits to hide from the sun?" Y/N asked referring to the dark outfits the guys were wearing.

"Sorta. They also hide our identities from other people. There are some people who know us for what we are we hide ourselves using these clothes," San responded.

Y/N looked at her phone to check the time, and she saw that it was about 7:30 at night. The rain has stopped awhile ago, so Y/N could go home now.

"I guess I should head out so I'm not a bigger burden than I already am," Y/N said looking at the guys.

"In the condition you're in, you're not going anywhere. If you run into other vampires, they will not hesitate to drain you," Jongho said.

Y/N nodded her head in understanding what Jongho said.

"You can sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep on the couch," San told Y/N.

"I'm not about to let you sleep on the couch in your own home," Y/N fought back.

"Y/N you need to sleep on a bed. Especially with your injuries," Seonghwa said.

"But I feel bad!"

"It's either you sleep in his bed, or he sleeps in it with you," Mingi said.

Y/N displayed a light blush on her face and looked down.

"Where is the bedroom?" Y/N asked nervously.

"It's down the hallway, last door on the left," San chuckled.

"Oh! Before you go, here are some clothes!" Wooyoung said handing her a hoodie and boxers. "If you want to take a shower, you may."

"Thanks Wooyoung!" Y/N said giving him a hug. "I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. Night guys!"

"Night Y/N!" all the guys said together.

Y/N headed towards the bathroom she was in earlier to see a light red stain on the tile floor.

"Yikes! How could I be stupid enough to think that BLOOD wouldn't stain the tile?" Y/N said to herself aloud.

Y/N undressed herself and took the bandages Seonghwa wrapped around her off. She examined the wounds on her body then felt warm liquid run down her neck. In a split second, Y/N could hear a fist banging on the door and San's voice.

"Y/N?!? ARE YOU OK?!? WHY CAN I SMELL YOUR BLOOD-"

"Hey! It's ok! I just took my bandages off, and my stitches started to bleed a little bit. I'm fine!"

"Can I see them?" San asked.

"Hold on! I don't have any clothes on at the moment!"

When San heard those words leave Y/N's mouth, his heart rate involuntarily increased. He shook off the images running through his mind when Y/N opened the bathroom door. San walked in and shut the door behind him so the smell of her blood doesn't radiate through the house. San hurried into the bathroom so he couldn't see what Y/N was wearing. When he turned around he saw Y/N only wearing her undergarments. Without realizing, San was staring at the girl in front of him admiring her figure.

"I'm sorry about what I'm wearing. It was the only thing I could wear for you to be able to see them clearly," Y/N said with a blush.

"It's ok! I was just surprised you let me see you like this," San said.

"For some reason, my heart trusts you. Even though my head doesn't because of what happened. But I trust my heart more than my mind. The only reason why I did what I did was because my head got the best of me," Y/N confessed.

A genuine smile crept up to San's face, and his eyes turned yellow.

"Do they hurt?" San asked referring to the stitches.

"It just feels like a bruised sort of pain, but it's nothing too bad," Y/N said looking at her sliced wrists.

Blood began to run down her right wrist after she touched it.

"Ouch! That hurt a bit!" Y/N said looking at her bleeding wrist laughing.

Y/N could hear small grunts and growls coming from San and that's when she remembered he's a vampire. "Well shit. How could I possibly forget that he drinks blood?" Y/N thought to herself, giving a herself a mental facepalm as well. She headed towards the sink to wash it off, but San stopped her.

"Please don't wash it off yet," he grunted.

"Why? You can barely contain yourself at the moment."

"It smells really good and I want it to last longer," San said as he stared at the burgundy liquid.

"You want some of it, don't you?" Y/N sighed.

"Of course I do, but I couldn't do that to you."

"I appreciate that, but what would happen if I let you?"

San glanced up at Y/N's face, slightly taken aback with what she just said.

"Are you trying to hint something, Y/N?"

"I mean, it's not like you're going to bite me. It came out naturally! Besides, you look the same way as you did when you did you know what. That can only lead me to believe you haven't had any in quite awhile."

"How are you so damn smart?"

"You might be good at lying San, but you can't hide everything," Y/N said with a giggle.

"I swear to god, you're too cute. But would you actually let me have some?" San looked at Y/N seriously.

"I told you, I trust my heart more than my head."

Y/N raised her wrist once she saw the blood was about to drop onto the tile again.

"There is no way in hell I'm about to stain the tile AGAIN. So, the only way to clean it is to wash it off or you have it," Y/N said looking at her bloody wrist then to the blood thirsty vampire in front of her. "No biting, ok?"

San looked at Y/N with excitement.

"I bet you taste better than you smell!"

Y/N laughed at his statement and headed over to the sink where she could sit and make sure none of her blood can stain the dAMN TILE-

Once she was situated, Y/N signaled San to get closer to her and he followed her commands. He was now standing between her thighs looking at her eyes with his golden ones.

"Ok, your eyes keep changing color, and I have no idea what it means. Could you explain the colors to me before you start?" Y/N questioned.

"Well, my eyes should be gold at the moment which means I'm seriously holding back from getting your blood. Typically when I get a serious blood lust they turn gold. Red is anger, blue is sadness, grey is regret, purple is sexual lust, green is ecstasy, and orange is possessiveness or the feeling of wanting to protect something," San explained.

"I don't think I'll remember all of that, but I'll try my best!"

The two people laughed until Y/N realized her hand was starting to pool with blood.

"Bruh, why the hell am I bleeding so much? You stitches are seriously doing a shitty job."

Y/N raised the hand filled with blood and moved it in front of San. San looked at Y/N one last time searching for a final look of assurance, and Y/N responded with a nod.

San began by drinking what was in Y/N's hand. Her hand became a cup to encapsulate it all. The first taste for San sent him into space. The fact that he hasn't fed in awhile adds to the pleasure, but her taste was the best he's ever had. As he finished what was in her hand, he looked up at her. Y/N could see his fangs and her blood all over his chin. His eyes were a vibrant gold.

"Looks like I was right. You're the best I've ever had."

"Yeah ok," Y/N said.

"Y/N if you were to leave in this state you would be dead by now. Or you would be kidnapped and used as a living blood bag. You're blood is unique. It is so much sweeter than what most humans have."

"Well lucky for you, San, my hand, neck, and wrist is covered in it. Now you can't complain from withdraws."

"I'm not complaining about it either!" San exclaimed.

"Remember San, I need to take a shower. We have classes tomorrow."

San growled.

"Can't we just skip tomorrow?" San whined.

"And do what?"

"Let you heal, Ateez aren't the only vampires at school, and I sure as hell ain't letting anyone else have you if you bleed."

San's eyes flashed orange in a sign of possessiveness.

"Fine, I'll skip. You are acting like a over protective human boyfriend," Y/N chuckled.

"Well the fact that I am drinking your blood connects me to you. I can sense your change in emotions now. The guys can because of what we are, but me doing that makes me the closest out of all of them."

San returned to cleaning you up, and now he moved onto her neck.

She tilted her head to give him more access. He leaned towards her and could see her vein protrude slightly.

"Tell me if this hurts ok? I'm going to go over the stitches."

Y/N nodded her head and he began to lick the blood running down her throat. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"San," she whispered.

San stopped what he was doing and looked at the girl in front of him. His eyes changed to a beautiful shade of purple.

"What are you doing to me, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how I am. I'm really cold to people. But when you came along both me and the guys couldn't help but feel attracted to you. And now here I am. Drinking the best blood I've ever had, from the girl I'm interested in."

Y/N jumped off of the counter and looked in the mirror to see no blood left.

"Damn could you enjoy it any more?" Y/N said with sarcasm.

"I definitely could, babe."

Y/N blushed at the nickname. She's never been called that before. She could easily get used to it though.

"I need to take a shower now, San."

"Can I take it with you?"

"W-What?"

"You heard me. I want to take a shower with you."

"Why?"

"I don't know. This whole blood drinking thing just makes me want to be around you 24/7."

"Ok."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah sure. But...if this leads to you wanting to get closer to me just to use me for sex I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you."

"Oh believe me, if I wanted to play you you'd be out of my house right now."

The two chuckled and Y/N walked to turn the shower on. Once it was warm enough for her liking, she looked back at San.

"Is this too hot, San?"

San walked over to feel the water.

"Nope. It's almost as perfect as you."

"I did not expect you to be such a flirt."

"People aren't always who they seem they are Y/N."

"Yeah, I'm quite aware of that."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I mean, it's not like I'm going to be able to hide it from you forever, so I might as well get it over with."

San looked at her with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"It's my birth parents."

San looked at Y/N with interest.

"How about I tell you once we're in the shower, ok?"

San agreed and Y/N took her undergarments off. San couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was absolutely stunning to him.

"Hey! I can't be the only person naked! That's not fair!"

In the blink of an eye, San was undressed and standing in front of Y/N. He took her hand and pulled her into the shower with him. San watched as the water droplets ran down her delicate body. The way her long hair covered her exposed breasts.

"Ok, we're in the shower. Continue please," San said impatiently.

"Oh right. THEM." Y/N said with disgust in her voice. "I was not planed to be here. I'm only alive because my birth parents were retarded enough to not use protection. So when I was born, they decided they weren't ready to raise a child so they gave me to my aunt. I was a much different person back then than I am now. I used to be so caring of others and so welcoming. Now I've become more broken off and closed off. One day, they decided to show up to my house in America. They had the audacity to ask me to go back to them. They even thought that I would be willing to go with them. Ever since then, I have hated people. The fact that my best friend was murdered made it worse," San looked at Y/N with his grey eyes, "I know, vampires depend on blood to stay alive, but I was just so upset that it had to be her. I was pissed at myself for not stopping you guys. But as I thought about it, I realized neither of us would of made it out alive if I was to try and stop you. I lost trust in all people after that. I haven't made any friends for I live with the fear that they will leave me just as she did. I was still new here when she died so I had to take a lot of time to get used to my surroundings here. So here I am, a girl who lives alone and in a country that she still isn't that familiar to her yet."

Y/N was crying at this point from remembering the trauma she suffered. Without a second thought, San pinned Y/N against the shower wall and lifting her chin up with his index finger. Without a second thought he leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss that expressed how bad he felt for doing what he did to her best friend. Y/N kissed back, enjoying the sensation of his lips against hers.

They both parted from the kiss to regain their breath when San spoke...

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. If I knew my actions would lead to me hurting you like this, I would have never done that. I was just so desperate that if I didn't feed, I would go on a murder spree. But now I promise to never hurt you like that. I promise to protect you from everything you fear the most. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I love you so much. I never want to let you go.

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @soyeonrai

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bleulone · 3 years

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Can we talk about about how Colin looked in ep 1 when he first saw Marina compared to how he looked when he saw Pen in ep 8. Almost the exact same look! Of course his look to Penelope is probably more about his guilt because he brushed her off when she tried to warn him but still..progress! Lol and then when he's getting ready to leave for Greece, he glanced towards Penelope's home. I think they're having Colin's feelings for her grow gradually in the show instead of all of a sudden like in the books.

Hey! Thank you for this insightful ask of yours :) Sorry for the late answer, I took a long time to write this— without further ado, here we go!

Indeed, Polin is first and foremost a story of gazes, those gazes being of many natures. Whether they are love ones, friendly ones, admirative ones or lustful ones, looking imposes itself to be a huge parameter in Penelope and Colin’s love story.

In order to understand that on screen, film-making has at its disposal a very rich and smart langage of its own. Sometimes, comparision helps to underlines the differences between one character’s relationship with person A mirorring person B. I feel like Shondaland and Chris Van Dussen wanted to introduce the audience to the evolution of our Bridgerton men’s perception of Love. For instance, while Anthony views attachement— to Siena— as a way to escape his responsibilities before becoming his villain (...until our queen ma’am Kate Sheffield comes to the picture), Benedict doesn’t comprehend this universal concept and prefers to enjoy the many physical pleasures life can offer. In other words, the older brothers already explored their sexuality here and there, making them the infamous rakes that they are. As for Colin, it’s a complete other thing.

Colin is young. Very young. At 21, he’s just left Eton College and barely knows anything of the world nor women. Like Anthony said in 1x06, Colin hasn’t been taken to brothels which is a very important step in the building of young men’s sentimental and sexual education during that time period. Since he missed this essential step, our sweet/immature boy has no clue about how to deal sagaciously with his feelings and his “foolish” impulses, baring his naivety. At this point of the story, we can easily come to the conclusion that Colin is a virgin who can’t drive XD. He’s just a child overcame by his passions, a hopelessly romantic who rushes things without taking the time to properly court or know his significant other. And his off-screen flirtation with those supposed numerous girls in London isn’t of any help to justify his (oh so little) experience. So when he sees Marina, he’s so struck by her... mainly by her alluring appearance. And he doesn’t seem to let his eyes nor mind go beyond her exquisite beauty.

In this perspective, the whole Colin/Marina storyline can be perceived as a parallelism to the Pen/Colin’s one. In 1x01, he is immediatley smitten with a dancing Miss Thompson, which happens to be ironically the same case with a 17 year-old Pen but with him. We got to see her, a few moments ago, dreamily looking at him from the back of the dancefloor (echoeing the episode where she fell madly in love with him after he fell off his horse at Hyde Park). She’s charmed by his dashing look and his kindness, yet she doesn’t seem to know anything else about him considering the rare conversations they share. Her burning gaze fits the original story from Julia Quinn’s books because in Romancing Mister Bridgerton, the 28 year-old spinster Penelope do realize later on that Colin is more than a good looking man : he’s a human who possesses a temper and flaws.

Either way, both of our boos are portrayed as hopelessly young people in love who childishly idealize the objects of their affection.

In 1x08, it’s the other way around. It’s Colin who sees Pen first, her who appears to wear the yellow dress’ lookalike from the pilot—what an interesting call back ^^. With his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide open, we can catch sight of the timid spark of a change in his gaze : Colin Bridgerton notices Penelope Featherington. He‘s touched by the realization that she cares about him. It would be rather inappropriate of me to say that Colin is already in love with her. However, in the finale, I do believe that he’s more struck by her high level of deep care for him than her beauty.

We are thus able to spot two big differences in Colin’s relationship with women in this season : when his attraction to Marina was purely physical and rushed, his attraction with Penelope is more emotional and slow. And for now, he comes to cherish his special bond with her, especially after she tried to warn him of the dangerous trap he was about to fall into. Even if he just sees her as his younger sister’s best friend right now, Pen matters in his life. And it’s still a little yet important progress for sure.

Speaking of which, I agree with you that this look of awe as well as realization is mostly mixed up with guilt. Since he didn’t take into account her words, he felt the strong need to apologize. But bear in mind that guilt formulates a considerable part in Colin’s feelings for Pen... and it’s only the very beginning. In the future, he’ll blame himself for not seeing her as the beautiful goddess and siren that she is in the first place. He’ll blame himself for not reciprocating the feelings for her.... Though at the moment, due to his lack of experience with women, Colin is oblivious to Pen’s obvious signs of sorrow when he told her he’s leaving for Greece/Cyprus. Next time, he’ll detect her sadness and won’t let her go, I’m sure of it (if he doesn’t I’ll riot).

Furthermore, I’m so glad you brought up the scene where Colin glances at the Featherington house. I had the same thought as well. When you put this still and the one where Pen is crying while looking at her window side by side, it even seems like they’re looking at each other. In a way, it implicitly confirms Pen’s key role in his final decision... After all, she’s the one who inadvertently inspired him right ?

The act of traveling has always been seen as cathartic since leaving home to discover yourself allows you to heal your broken heart and soul. It’s natural for Colin to do this. To make his first real steps into the world. His choice is quite relatable more than it is essential for his arc in the series. I can’t wait for him to come back all changed, hot ^^ and mature. I think, like you said, they are planning on making him progressively falling in love with her. Colin’s feelings will gradually leave the platonic zone to explore and officially stay in the intimate zone throughout the seasons.

Overall, the Colin/Marina and Colin/Penelope parallel in s1 mostly helps viewers to compare the way Colin evolves from being a stubborn naive boy to a heartbroken young man who’s aware of his crutial need for Experience. His coming of age, just like Pen’s, has just begun. And they will surely lead to our boy changing himself into the true charming rake that he’s meant to be and our girl into a more confident woman. Consequently, I think their story won’t take 10 years but rather at the very least 5 years perhaps to fit the TV timeline. Once Polin will finally be able to discuss, we’ll hopefully get to see more interesting nuances and shades added to the portrait they painted of one another over the years. They’re indispensable to the slow build up of their emotions/attraction as well as the shattering of their childish idealization/perception of each other.

All in all, I’m so loving the fact that season 1 beautifully sets up the importance of the gaze in Polin’s love story. This first installment is like an expository scene of a play. It leaves a trail of clues and pieces of information here and there at the reach every viewers who can pick them up and analyze what can be the main themes which will determine one character’s story arc/romance. With Polin we have : admiration, wit, love and friendship, desillusionment. (I know they are more but it’s all I can think of rn lol).

If we’re already emotional messes just with the mere power of them looking at each other, imagine when they’ll actually talk and share real conversations. It’s going to be a long way to canon but luv me some good fluffy angsty steamy slow burn :) ✨ I hope this long of mine answers your ask ahah, even if I talked about many things other than just Polin’s looks. Also, sorry if you spot some grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language.

#bleulone answers #anon #ask #meta and gush #polin #polin meta #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #julia quinn #romancing mister bridgerton #bridgerton #shondaland #chris van dusen

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allyouneedisbuck · 3 years

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Sole Survivor -> III

summary -> days nineteen through twenty-three; confessions, secrets, more immunity idols, and wavering trust.

words -> 5.0k

warnings -> survivor typical wording (immunity idol, idols, tribal council) cursing, mention of past steve x reader

notes -> we find out a little more about steve & reader, the beginning of the merge (i’m so excited!!!) & trust is crumbling.

series masterlist here

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PREVIOUS <- CHAPTER III • OUTLAST -> NEXT

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Day Nineteen

Bucky won’t talk to you.

You’re unsure if it’s because of what you had said or because he’s just giving you space, but the tension between you two is palpable.

And for some reason, you hate it.

You’re not used to this feeling of regret, especially within the game of Survivor. Your motto had always been there are no regrets in this game, you hold your head high and live with how you’ve played.

Only, Bucky had so quickly become your anchor in this game, just going one day without him by your side felt wrong. You couldn’t even pinpoint when it had happened. Was it the first vote, where he had shown you just how strategic he could be? The jokes in the water? The way his arms wrapped you in the storm?

It had never felt like this with Steve. His arms had always been just a little too tight and things had always felt a bit too forced. You had always know Steve was a means to an end, you would get far and avoid being hurt. You had just assumed that would happen this time too, you hadn’t prepared for a Bucky Barnes.

Bucky was more subtle touches and bright eyes. Bucky just felt right. You suppose that’s why you hate not talking to him, because he felt right. Because deep down you knew he wasn’t Steve, he wasn’t a means to an end, he was real in a sense. Someone you wanted around and didn’t want to see go.

A laugh escapes you. One loud enough that it garners Bucky’s attention from his spot in the water.

The two of you stare tentatively before he looks away. There’s a second where you debate staying where you are, but right now all you and Bucky had was each other and showing weakness to the rest of your tribe would lead them to strike at you again.

You swallow your pride and stand up with a purpose. You and Bucky would forgive each other and move on, there were no other options.

“Bucky.” You call out. His head whips around to look at you again. Surprise filters across his face as you wade through the water towards him. “Can we talk?” You ask about two feet away from him.

Bucky nods. “Of course.”

“Things got tense the other night.” You start hesitantly. You don’t really know where to start. You don’t want to take the entire blame to make him better, but you want him to know you truly did trust him. “We both got upset and I-“

“-I’m sorry.” Bucky cuts you off quickly. “I wasn’t trying to downplay your game, I’m just nervous. For both of us. If we don’t merge soon, I’m afraid it’s the two of us on the line.”

You smile up at him. “You gotta have more faith, Bucky. In both of us.” You emphasize softly. “We’ve made it this far without numbers, I’m sure we can do it again.”

A moment of silence before Bucky’s fingers intertwine with yours and he pulls you towards him. “I have faith in you.” He says softly. “I’ve just played a weak game, riding your coattails.”

“As long as you can admit it.” You smirk. Bucky snorts and pushes you away so you stumble into the water. You re-emerge with a spluttering laugh. “I was joking.” You push him back.

Bucky smiles with a shake of his head. “You and me, sweets?”

“You and me, Barnes. We work together, not just one or the other doing it all.” You smile up at him, your eyes squinting in the bright sun. “But if you’re mean to me again, I’ll send you packing.”

Bucky presses his tongue against his cheek, but you can see the smile he’s forcing back.

Bucky Barnes - Villain Tribe

“She’s stuck with me.” Bucky laughs. “I don’t… Til the end of the line, I hope.”

Day Twenty

“Bowling!” You cheer as your tribe walks up to the challenge, where two bowling lanes are set up next to one another. “I kill at bowling.”

Bucky laughs from behind you and he can see that even Natasha cracks a smile at your pure excitement. Some of the heroes, like Peter and Shuri, look excited at the prospect of bowling too.

“Heroes, getting your first look at the new villains tribe. Tony voted out at the last tribal council.” There’s a wave of murmurs as the heroes look at one another with wide eyes.

Everyone perks up when Jeff announces that todays reward is a feast. Bucky can feel his mouth watering at the idea of steak and vegetables cooked to perfection.

Even better, he can picture the clue wrapped in a napkin waiting to be found by a winning tribe member. “Hope you’re not lying, sweets. We could use a win.”

A bright smile is sent his way. “Promise, handsome.” It makes Bucky’s heart melt, the way you at him with sparkling eyes and upturned lips. He’s come to terms with the fact that he’s become a little infatuated with you.

Jeff goes through rules pretty quickly, considering it’s just basic bowling and Clint is up first against Thor.

“What do you think the heroes think?” Bucky whispers into your ear from behind you. He keeps a pointed eye on the heroes team, making sure they don’t see the two of you talking. He knows what you’ll say before you say it.

You know what Bucky’s doing too. He feels a surge of pride that the two of you work so well together. “That us girls are getting you boys out one by one. I promise they haven’t given up that theory.”

“You’re brilliant, sweets.” Bucky smirks to himself. Thor gets eight pins to Clint’s nine. The two of you cheer with the rest of your tribe before the next two take their places at the lane.

You lean back a little, your eyes still on the hero tribe as well and whisper, “Try to look pathetic. Like you know you’re time is coming. If we merge, they’ll try to recruit you and give us secrets.”

Shuri gets eight whereas Darcy gets nine pins. Bowling was the villains game, apparently. You cheer again, completely pulling away from Bucky. He immediately misses your warmth, but he knows too much associating and it could hint the heroes into what’s really going on.

You’re up next. You walk up to the lane with a bounce in your step, far more excited than Peter who looks nervously at the wooden bowling ball.

Bucky cheers when your wooden ball knocks down every single pin. “Strike!” Your voice rings out as Peter’s ball only knows down one pin.

When you return to your seat, Bucky squeezes both of your shoulders proudly. “Nice job, sweets.” He says quietly before standing up to take his own turn.

In the end, the villains win, sweeping the heroes in every round. It’s a moral boost, watching the heroes gather their things and take the walk of shame back to camp. The villains are led to a clearing in the jungle, where a small table filled with food is set up and a waterfall stands no more than thirty feet away.

“This is incredible.” You murmur in awe as you look around. Bucky watches you softly as you pull him towards the table by his wrist.

It’s almost natural, you pulling him. At least, it feels natural for him to follow you. It almost hurts how attached he finds himself to you, because he knows it’s all just a game to you.

This is what you do. Anything to win the game you love. Bucky’s not stupid, at least, he knows more than people think. He’s almost sure the people who watch at home will watch in disbelief as he falls into what everyone else tells him is a trap.

But when your hand finds his so naturally, your leg brushes against his thigh and you turn to smile at him brightly after the first bite of food, it doesn’t feel like a trap. It feels so real he almost forgets to breathe.

Maybe that’s why he’s been ignoring the piece of his mind that tells him the best thing to do would be to turn on your before the merge. Maybe you’d forgive him this early on. When the reunion if filmed, he could apologize and beg for a chance in the real world after you’ve had months to cool off.

It would be smart. Turn on you before you turn on him, but he won’t do it. He can’t. Not after you put your life in the game on the line and gave him the idol. He owed you and he couldn’t betray you. Bucky knew himself pretty well, the guilt would destroy his mind and in turn his game.

“Oh, Bucky.” You moan as you swallow down a bite of the steak on your plate. Bucky has the force himself to breath calmly and not allow his pupils to blow at the sound. “It’s so good. Eat!” You push your plate towards him and reach our for more food.

He takes a bite. “You’re right, sweets. This is delicious.” He moans around his second bite of steak. He’s sure even if the steak wasn’t cooked to perfection he would still find it delicious.

The two of you look at each other with smirks before letting out small laughs. Bucky reaches for the napkin wrapped to the right of his plate.

When he unfurls the white fabric, a rolled up piece of paper falls into his lap. He shoves it into the pocket of his shorts without a second glance, making sure nobody across the table had their eyes on him as he did so.

He turns to look at you, to see if you’ve caught what just happened, but you’re too busy eating the fest in front of you.

He’ll show you later. You’ll find it together.

Bucky Barnes - Villain Tribe

“This,” he holds up the small piece of paper with a victorious smile, careful to speak quiet enough nobody can overhear, “is our ticket to the merge. I just can’t believe my luck.”

Bucky is fidgety. It’s making you nervous as the two of you relax by the fire and listen to the crickets chirp and whispers among the rest of your tribe, which isn’t many anymore.

You can hear them vaguely. Natasha is asking Clint about his family, who seems to light up when he’s able to talk about them. Darcy sits with them, but she doesn’t say much besides a question here and there.

It’s relaxing, getting a break from talking about game play and plans. You feel like it’s been full speed ahead since day one and to just sit by the fire with Bucky in comfortable silence is something you didn’t know you needed.

You swallow thickly as you glance over at him. He’s twiddling his thumbs over his lap as he stares into the fire. The light casts an orange glow over his skin that makes your heart pick up a little bit.

“You okay?” You ask quietly. You lean towards him without really realizing it, but he doesn’t really seem to mind. “Your head is somewhere else.”

Bucky looks at you with a smile that makes you feel warmer than the fire. He knocks his knee against yours in support and gives you a reassuring look. “Nothing bad. I’ll tell you later.” He nods to the group near enough they could hear you if he spoke over a whisper.

You furrow your brows, but nod. “Tell me about home.” You urge quietly.

While you and Bucky had been working together for almost the entire game, you didn’t know much about his life. You knew what little things hr had mentioned on his first season, like what had happened to his arm and about his job.

“Like what?” There’s a handbook you get when you get chosen to be on the show, filled with rules you’re required to follow. One of the biggest ones being ignore the camera when you’re not giving a confessional.

It’s hard to pretend they’re not there. You know they keep people from admitting a lot about their personal lives. “Anything. Family. Work. Girlfriend.” You smirk when Bucky laughs.

“Promise I’m not out here disrespecting a girlfriend. I’m a good boy.” He looks at you with bright eyes. The words make you laugh loudly. “How about you?”

You shake your head. “No boyfriend at home.” You look down at the sand on your feet. “Guys are kind of intimidated of me. I know that’s shocking considering how mundane I come off.”

“The right guy won’t be intimidated by you. He’ll see how impressive you are.” Bucky states with an air of confidence.

The words make you smile. Something small and completely unlike you because it’s embarrassed instead of confident.

Bucky did something to you. Something you were so unused to. The way his smile made you warm and how butterflies fluttered in your stomach when he looked at you with those bright blue eyes. It was all unchartered territory, feelings you had never really let yourself have for someone. Especially someone you had planned on betraying when you needed to.

“The right guy, huh?” You ask quietly. Your heart racing and heat on the back of your neck. “Let me know when you find him.”

You and Bucky watch one another before you both look away. It’s a crafted choice of words, one that seems to make things settle gloomily between you two. “How about family? I remember you mentioning some sisters.”

Bucky nods. “A little sister. Her name is Rebecca.” He lets out a laugh. “She told me I wouldn’t last longer than a week out here. I remember seeing her on family day, I never thought I would miss talking to her as much as I had.”

The admittance makes you smile. You can vaguely remember the tight hug shown on screen when his sister had come running out. “She believe in you more this time?”

“I sure hope so.” Bucky laughs. “I like to think that they’re proud of me, my sister and mom. That they’re not too humiliated by me out here.”

Your hand finds his in the sand. “I think they are proud. I’ve seen a lot of guys on this show, none of them quite as good as you.”

It’s the truth. Whether or not fans labeled Bucky as a villain, he had been good the entire game. He hadn't turned against you and with only one small fight in your wings, he had been good to you.

"I'm sure Steve Rogers fans would disagree. Nobody gets sweeter than that." He gives you a self-depricating smile and his words let on more than he may think.

You shake your head. “Steve is sweet. As sweet as they come, maybe. Doesn’t mean he’s good though.” You swallow thickly and look down at your feet. “It looks like I ruined his game, like I took that million dollars from him.”

“It does.” Bucky agrees easily. You shrug. “Is that not what happened?”

You almost glance up at the camera man sitting a few feet away, but keep your eyes steady on the fire. “I will never deny that I screwed Steve over. I just… Steve had just as much to do with what went down before he got sent home as I did.”

Bucky nods slowly. “And you wanted to turn on him before he turned on you?”

Your eyes flash to his in surprise. You can’t really believe he understands that, not when so many people saw you as the villain who ruined Steve’s game. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause where neither of you say anything before you speak up again. “I cared for Steve. Maybe I played into the romantic bit too much, but I cared for him as a friend.” You say adamantly. “And I’m sad to have lost that friendship, but we both wanted that money and we both were going to do anything to get it whether he wanted to admit it or not.”

You look at Bucky with fierce eyes. “I made the move first because I knew if I didn’t that I would never make final council.”

The admission makes you feel a little lighter, but you can see the weariness in Bucky’s eyes. It’s like he has the thought of well if she did it to him…

“I guess there’s a lot that viewers miss out on.” Bucky finally says. “You and Steve haven’t spoken since?”

“No.” You shake your head. “We avoided each other at the reunion and after that there was no need to. I know how it looks and I don’t regret what I did. Not for one second.”

You know the words seem harsh. That they’ll only fuel the villain ideal behind your name. The words may even turn Bucky against you, show him that you’re here for you and nobody else.

His silence worries you too. Your mind swirling with thoughts of him betraying you or this being his deal breaker.

You take a breath. “I don’t feel that way about you.” The secret pushes itself past your lips and into the tense silence. “I truly hope we can make it to end together.”

“When did you get soft?” Bucky chuckles awkwardly and your chest tightens. The words aren’t reassurance you had hoped for and you seem to have worried Bucky more than reassure him.

You force out a laugh. “Soft? Don’t ever say that again.” You nudge him with your shoulder before moving to stand.

Bucky looks like he wants to say something, but decides against it at the last minute. You try not to think about it too much.

You - Villain Tribe

“I was hoping talking about Steve would get him to trust me more, but it looks like he’s even more guarded now.” You rest your chin on your bent knees. “I’ll just have to be prepared for the worst.”

Bucky Barnes - Villain Tribe

“I want to tell her about the idol, but I need to start looking out for myself. I truly don’t think she’ll turn on me, but I just can’t gamble away my faith in the game like that.” He looks away, his profile illuminated by the moon. “I can’t.”

Day Twenty-One

The merge is around the corner. There’s no doubt about that as the competition enters it’s third week and there’s only eight remaining players.

It will be a battle of who has more people going into it, at least that’s what both tribes are thinking now since neither of them truly know who may flip if given the opportunity.

“Tree mail!” Natasha’s voice wakes you up a little more as you turn to look at her and Clint returning and the rolled up piece of paper in her hand. “Think it’s the merge?”

You shrug. “Let’s find out.” She unrolls the paper and frowns. Not the merge, you think a little disappointedly. You weren’t sure if you and Bucky could make it one more elimination if it came to it.

“Castaway, rate your tribe members from weakest to strongest as a group. Bring your rankings with you to today’s challenge where the rest will be explained.” Natasha reads aloud to the camp.

You all exchange glances, utterly confused by the instructions and unwilling to voice who is the weakest first.

“I think we’re all pretty strong.” Darcy says quietly. “I mean, we all have our strong suits. Does it say physically weak or socially? Mentally? How are we supposed to rank?” She sounds more agitated by the second.

You know it’s nerve wracking. Not knowing exactly what these rankings mean is horrible. Your entire tribe is left to fight it out over who is the strongest and weakest and they don’t even know the prize.

Will the weakest be sent home? The strongest pitted against the hero’s strongest in a fight for reward? Not knowing anything put a stunt in your tribe’s ability to figure this out.

“Let’s just vote for physicality.” Natasha says evenly. “Majority wins. That way it’s simple and we can prepare for the challenge. These are probably just for pairs in today’s challenge.”

Everyone agrees easily and Natasha decides to start with the strongest vote. “They’ll probably vote Steve or Thor the strongest. I say we make Bucky our one and Nat or I our two.” You declare.

Everyone glances at each other before nodding. “Okay so, all in favor for me as number two?” You ask and Bucky, you and Natasha raise their hands.

At you confused look Natasha smirks. “I don’t want to go against Steve or Thor if that’s what these rankings are for.”

The words make you all laugh and some tension is obviously lifted from everyone’s shoulders. “All in favor of Clint third?” Nat cuts in before you can say anything else.

The rest of you raise your hand in agreement. You can tell nobody wants to argue much about this and create an awkward environment at the actual challenge. “Then Nat, then Darcy.” Clint marks it on the paper before anybody votes, but nobody argues it.

Darcy Lewis - Villain Tribe

“I got named our weakest player and I guess I saw it coming. Two and two against one, I was never going to be voted the strongest. I just feel like I’m being severely underestimated by them all. Somehow I’m the odd one out when the plan for the last few tribals has been Bucky or Y/N.” She shakes her head in disbelief.

Steve Rogers - Hero Tribe

“I can’t wait to see how they did this. What they assumed. Heroes just have no idea if our rankings will help us or hurt us. It’s stressful.”

Bucky can’t contain his smile when he sees which challenge is set up behind Jeff. The walls, all different colors, have foot mounts attached to them that get smaller and smaller.

Bucky knows this challenge. Bucky has won this challenge. He turns his head to look at you and he knows you’re thinking the same thing he is.

The villains have this one in the bag. Bucky knows it, especially when Jeff explains that each competitor will go against their equal rank from the opposite tribe.

It’s obvious that being lighter will help more than brute strength especially as the foot mounts get smaller and smaller.

Bucky can’t help but smile as everybody takes the first steps towards the wall. The match ups seem to have worked in the villain’s favor today.

Bucky takes his place on the other side of Thor, who struggles almost immediately. While Bucky would definitely have a hard time, he knee this challenge and he was lighter than Thor.

You were matched up against Steve, who seemed less than thrilled when he realized how much lighter you were compared to him.

“You’ll stand on the first mount for ten minutes.” Jeff explains as everyone settles in. “This is for immunity. Now more than ever your tribes need this.”

Bucky knows that Jeff is right. This far in the game it becomes a battle of which tribe has more going into the merge. It didn’t matter if people thought they would flip or if there were other deserters. All that mattered was who appeared stronger going in probably got to decide who went home.

The villains needed the numbers going in. Bucky was sure that wanting to get rid of strong heroes would be the only thing that protected him post merge.

Thor slips off before they even make it to the second mount. “Villains gain a point, Bucky you can step down.” Jeff orders as Thor stumbles to the small table set up for them to wait at.

“That was tough.” Thor grumbles as he rubs at his bare feet. “Not my thing.” He smiles politely as Bucky sits beside him.

Bucky laughs silently as he turns his attention to the challenge. Nobody else seems to be struggling on their mounts, showing the game will continue on far longer than Bucky and Thor had.

Thor Odinson - Hero Tribe

“I’m embarrassed. They ranked me the strongest of our tribe and I lose first? It’s just humiliating, there’s no momentum for our team.”

Your feet are aching by the half hour mark. Jeff has moved you all to final mount to stand on until the last person falls off, meaning you could be here for hours.

You’re jealous of Bucky, who’s relaxing on the sidelines with Thor, Wanda and Darcy. Darcy had fallen after moving to the second mount, leaving both tribes tied with one point.

You can hear Steve groaning to himself. You assume he’s adjusting his stance and trying to hold on and you’re considerably impressed. Steve has stayed up much longer than you thought he would, longer than he had when you had played a version of this challenge on your season.

“You can come down, Steve!” You call out with a teasing laugh. “Nobody will judge you. I could do this all day.”

It’s silent for a moment, as everyone waits for Steve to respond. The two of you hadn’t interacted at all throughout the entire twenty-one days and there had been no reason to do so.

“I’m not losing to you.” Steve says in a cold tone. You could only imagine the cold blue eyes that matched and his steeled face.

You bite down on your lip to conceal a smile. The retort on the tip of your tongue. Something along the lines of you’ve lost to me before. You settle on a shrug he can’t see and call back, “We’ll see!”

Bucky Barnes - Villain Tribe

“She looks good up there. She’s not breaking a sweat. Everyone else has shaking legs and can’t hold still and it looks like she could do this all day. Steve can’t even see how good she looks, no way he wins this.”

It’s another close game, one that comes down to you and Steve battling it out for the last point.

You look great up there, and Bucky thinks it in the least flirtatious way possible. You always look great, but you haven’t broken a sweat in this challenge.

It’s obvious Steve’s muscle mass and height is working against him in this game, so Bucky’s impressed by him, just not as impressed as he is with you. You lean your shoulder against the wall in the most casual way possible and you make sure to not adjust your feet to often. All while Steve struggles to stay still. It’s clear from his flexing and pained groans that his feet are cramping and he can’t find a comfortable position at all.

Bucky’s not worried. While the rest of his tribe watches with bated breaths and the hero tribe chews on their nails, Bucky is relaxed.

It’s like it happens in slow motion too. Bucky watches with a small smile as Steve moves to adjust his grip just a little too quickly and his foot slides off the mount.

“Villains win immunity!” Jeff calls out as you step down from your mount. Your eyes find Steve, who’s laying with his back on the sand and eyes closed. The two of you watch each other for a brief moment before you smile at him.

“Good effort.” The words are genuine. “You did really well.” You hold out a hand for Steve to take and help him to his feet again.

Bucky watches the scene with interest. He knows it’s good sportsmanship, a friendly gesture and it’s one that may help you in the long run of the game. If Steve moves on from his resentment, he’s a number.

But Bucky knows he would be a number for you.

You - Villain Tribe

“My feet are killing me. My arms are dead. I’m exhausted, but this win is one of the best yet. I earned us this win. I beat one of their strongest players. And I’m safe for another tribal.”

Steve Rogers - Hero Tribe

“Now that we know what it’s like to win, losing is so much worse. That feeling of being so close and losing by an inch? I just can’t stand it. We’re better than them, I’m better than them.” He purses his lips and his blue eyes are filled with rage. “We can’t lose anymore people, not with a merge so close. They’ll knock us out one by one by one.”

Day Twenty-Three

“Buck.”

There’s a crate sitting in front of where your tree mail is normally put. You can’t contain your smile when you see the note attached to the lid. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Bucky smiles as you pull the paper off of the crate. “Expect some visitors today to unlock this crate and the clue inside.” You look down to inspect the crate and notice a padlocked strapped to it.

“We made it.” Bucky says quietly. “The merge. We’re so close to the end, sweets.” Bucky’s arms wrap around you and you giggle as he lifts you into a hug, you legs wrapping around his waist with ease.

“Nobody can say we haven’t played a good game.” Your hands tangle in his hair. It’s gotten longer in the twenty-something days you’ve gone. “You and I. To the end, right?” You ask again.

Bucky smiles up at you as his hands tighten around your hips. “To the end.”

There’s a moment, where the two of you just look at one another, where you want to kiss him. Then you think it’s not just a moment, it’s just you realizing that you’ve wanted to do it all along.

“We should bring it to camp.” You clear your throat and Bucky hastily drops you back to your feet.

You look up at him again. Your cheeks are warm with nervousness and another feeling you’re unused to. This feeling of adoration. The care you have for Bucky is unlike anything you’ve felt before.

You want to kiss him. You want to know what it feels like to have him in your arms and be in his with your lips pressed against his. You wonder what his stubble will feel like and if he’ll rest a hand at the back of your neck.

“We should.” Bucky agrees easily. He meets your eyes and the two of you share a look.

You wonder if he’s thinking the same about you.

Bucky Barnes - Villain Tribe

“Everyday I don’t tell her about my idol, I feel worse and worse. Especially as we become better friends. I just… I’m paranoid. I’m scared. I need this safety net.”

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notes -> hi! i cut this part into two because this felt like a strong place to finish the chapter (and i was already at 5k words) hopefully you’re not too upset having to wait for more of the merge.

thank u for reading this au if you are! i’m having so much fun writing about one of my favorite reality shows.

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