#OOC: I know that the every year part was mentioned in the first ask but i had to re include it for emphasis

[ask-opsys]

Soooo, the thing that happens every April. Do we know what that is? What purpose does High Roller putting us into a gameshow serve? Why are they able to break the fundamental laws of time and space? WHY ARE THERE SO MANY DUCKS IN MY HOUSE????

...ow.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ me & my husband ]❜

ft. moon ki-yong (the salesman) x f! reader — squid game

╰₊✧ you don’t need your husband to be perfect, you just want him to be honest┊3.3k words; part two (here)

contains: written before s2 came out!! probably ooc or inaccurate, angst with spots of fluff & a bittersweet ending? reader’s pov mostly, suspicions of cheating, lack of communication, mentioned age gap, random inaccurate lore for the salesman

➤ author's note: yeah, i saw the sudden uptick in notes on that gong yoo post i made and realized season 2 came out which i completely forgot about. i intend to watch it soon as possible and write fics for it as well as (probably) add new characters to my writing list, but for now, please be content with this!!

₊˚ʚ 💌₊˚✧ this fic was heavily inspired by “emotionally intoxicated” by aurasaurora!

moon ki-yong is the poster image for the ideal husband. he’s always been like that from the moment you met him, and you can’t help but feel like you’re the luckiest woman in the world when he calls himself yours. he’s tall and handsome, someone who catches everyone’s eye despite his only being focused on you. he’s wealthy and hard-working, able to call a luxurious mansion your home, and willing to buy you anything your heart desires as long as you ask for it. he spoils you rotten with that money, gifting you expensive things even if you didn’t ask if it reminded him of you. he’s doting, always sure to smother you in affection with kisses and cuddles whenever together to make it known how much he adores you. the sex is great too, he makes you feel wanted and desirable without ever leaving you unsatisfied. 

most importantly though, you love him, and he loves you. the last two years of marriage have been so blissful, and there isn’t a single thing you would change.

at least that’s what you believe most of the time.

you like to think you know a lot about him, and in a way, you do. you know his favorite color, how he likes his coffee, what he usually orders at restaurants, the type of wine he prefers over beer, the exaggerated shocked fasces he likes to make, how his favorite chore is folding the laundry, how his least favorite is doing the dishes because he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty, the name of his childhood pet, what positions he likes to cuddle or fuck in, the names he’s thinking of giving to your child when they are finally born— there are so many little details you know about him, yet at times you feel like you don't know anything at all.

you don’t really know much about his childhood aside from a few random stories, he claims there’s nothing really notable and that it was as standard as can be. you don’t know who his parents were or what they were like because he said they died when he was young, but surely that’s an important loss which must have impacted him and made youth difficult in some way? you don’t know about his past partners if he even had any, but you doubt you were his first as he was yours with a face like his. you don’t know any of his secrets, like an embarrassing moment or something sinful he might have committed in the past. 

he knew all of these things about you and the little details of your life, so why don’t you know any of the most basic things regarding your own husband?

these periods of uncertainty are few and far, but once the icy tendrils of doubt creep in, it’s difficult to shake them off when you realize you only know these things through observations and not him actually telling you. it’s a miracle your stupidity allowed you to make it this far in falling head over heels for him, getting married, and carrying his child (not that you completely regret it, you still love him, but you wish you had given it more time).

they say there are no such things as stupid questions, yet the main question you have is exactly that as it’s something every wife should know even before the marriage. it would be impressive how long you’ve been clueless about this matter if it weren’t for how often and how skilled he is in managing to evade your curiosity and steer the conversation elsewhere. you didn’t want to press on it since he seems to shut it down every time the topic is brought up and you don’t want to fight over something you technically didn’t need to know, but it weighs on you and presses into your chest with the knowledge you were being kept in the dark. 

what did your husband do for a living, exactly?

his schedule is always unpredictably changing with little rhyme or reason and it confuses you. sometimes you’ll go an entire few days without seeing him, sensing him wake up in the morning before the sun is even up, feeling him kiss you on the cheek before getting ready, and not coming back until long after you fall asleep with no communication aside from a note on the table telling you he’ll be gone for the day along with a wad of cash for you to treat yourself while he’s gone. other times he’ll be chilling at home for an entire week, waking you up with aggressive cuddles (or morning sex), making you breakfast with the morning news on in the background, and taking you out to wherever you want to go on his card in his rare casual clothing and messy wavy hair rather than the typical fancy suits and hair styled with gel. 

as far as you’re concerned, he’s a businessman of sorts, although you don’t know what company he works for or what position he has in terms of hierarchy or how an occupation of that type allows such flexibility in hours or anything at all. 

“what if he’s having an affair?”

you paused for a second before continuing the motion of slicing the cheesecake with a fork and savoring the taste in your mouth. “that’s ridiculous,” you stated simply after swallowing. “he loves me very much, and it doesn’t explain his weird schedule either.”

today was spent with some friends you met back in high school, but honestly, you were only attending out of politeness and tradition since you honestly feel like you’ve disconnected from these girls long before the current. still, you treasure the memories shared in your more formative years and wouldn’t ever say no to them if they wanted to hang out like old times. ki-yong doesn’t bother to hide his distaste for them, calling them a miserable lot who try to drag you down at every opportunity out of jealousy for your happiness. you laugh it off, but you know deep down he’s right and yet you’re still sitting here at the cafe with them with bright smiles like their words don’t cut deep. 

“maybe he’s dating the boss— a sexy office siren type— she gives him plenty of days off and he stays with her at her beach house at jeju island or something to keep her company, and then she gives him lots of money in exchange.”

“oh my god, could you imagine?”

“can you be realistic? it sounds like you’re just writing a plot for a new drama,” you giggled, not allowing the feeling of a twisting blade in your abdomen to show on your face or the venom to drip from your words at the mere thought of the man you loved being stolen away a faceless woman who was everything you wished you were more of: more beautiful, more wealthy, more experienced, more intelligent—

“you don’t know because he’s your first love or whatever— and you’re so lucky to have been able to marry him— but men are dogs, and i don’t see why he would be the exception.”

“but he treats me so well—”

“maybe he only treats you well because you’re pregnant— he probably just feels guilty. i mean, when i was pregnant and had my first, my husband wasn’t attracted to me anymore and demanded a divorce unless i lost the baby weight.” she shrugged like it was so simple, so common, like the notion of marriage wasn’t something so deeply important and could be thrown away so easily.

“we aren’t suggesting you get a divorce, but we’re just saying you should keep an eye on him— you know? a handsome guy like him was always bound to get a lot of attention…” her laugh was shrill and high-pitched, making goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“right… thanks guys…”

that night, you couldn’t stop twisting and turning on the large sectional couch with thoughts rushing through your head of your husband with some other woman. the jealousy from these fictional scenarios without evidence of existence plagued you. it made you want to vomit up the negative feelings and go back to the person you were a few hours ago without the images of him cheating planted in your mind, which didn’t go unnoticed by him and caused him to ask what was bothering you as it wouldn't be good for the baby.

you hesitated for a moment, “could you tell me about your exes?”

“why are you suddenly curious about that?” he chuckled, knowing damn well that it was because of those stupid snakes masquerading as people (it truly takes one to know one) running their mouths again, but still feigning obliviousness for your sake. 

“just wondering,” you muttered. “i mean, you’re the first person i’ve fallen in love with, but you’re a bit older than me so…”

“and i hope to be the only one too,” he smirked confidently, making you laugh as he plopped down on the ground and rested his head on the cushion next to yours. 

it was such a casual setting in such a vast space, bringing you back to the days in your little apartment inviting him over for chicken and beer before you knew about your immense wealth and got embarrassed over your cheap dates when he was so used to expensive restaurants. he found it very endearing though, knowing you liked him for him and not his money.

“well, if you’re so curious…” he trailed off, but you weren’t quite sure if it was because of hesitation or because he simply didn’t know where to start. you can’t remember the last time a conversation like this was held to learn more about him since it was usually about you, maybe back when you first started dating and briefly discussed his late parents.

he started with his crush when he was in middle school since that was his earliest recollection of feeling love, who didn’t really count as a girlfriend or love because nothing was established and because of their age, but she was his first kiss that he ran away from right after because of how nervous he was, and it was never addressed again. apparently it was his second girlfriend who taught him everything he knew before he met you, saying she basically “trained him like a dog” to create a gentleman out of an inexperienced boy who still wasn’t quite sure how to treat a woman like a queen. she was a bit mean though, and he didn’t realize he dodged a bullet until later after realizing she was unnecessarily cruel to him for no reason multiple times if he didn’t do things exactly her way.

you suppose you always knew your husband wasn’t always the suave charmer you know him to be, but the image of younger him being clueless on matters of romance made you burst out laughing because of how you could hardly picture it.

he reached over to pinch your cheek affectionately, “are you of all people really making fun of me when you were too scared to hold my hand for me to escort you out of my car?”

“oh my god, that was on our first date, i can’t be blamed! i was shaking like crazy on that day— you had to tell me that you didn’t bite.”

“i was actually thinking about calling off our date last minute because of an emergency at work,” he confessed, “but i’m glad i didn’t and met the love of my life instead.”

“aw, you flirt.” the memory made you smile and feel all giggly inside, all the fears you had about him possibly having an affair falling away, yet there were still some lingering at the back of your mind with the mention of his job. “what happened at work?”

“nothing that important,” he said instantly like clockwork. “just some boring business things.”

you didn’t push it, not wanting to ruin the mood, but once again, your curiosity was just itching to ask more questions about his work life even if it was truly as boring as he says. you wanted to know every mundane detail whether it was what his office looked like or what the annoying co-worker did on a daily basis, anything to satiate your need to know more about this mysterious man you had made life-long vows with.

it all came to a head one night while you were cooking dinner, you heard the doorbell ring a dozen times in quick succession and answered it to find an older man with fiery red hair that seemed to match his temper. when he addressed your husband by name and verified your relationship with him, he began spewing all kinds of insults about the blood he had on his hands by luring innocent people to their deaths and you felt your heart drop. you tried to reason with him that there must have been some sort of mistake, barely able to get your words out in a fit of confusion and surprise at the absurd accusation, but he wouldn’t hear you out and pointed a finger in your face, asking if you had any idea what moon ki-yong was doing behind your back. 

at that very moment, he was suddenly seized by two anonymous men in all black, causing him to yell out in panic as they dragged him away and stuffed him in the back of a car before quickly driving off into the night without a trace. it all happened so fast, you just stood there with your mouth open in shock, wondering if you should call the police on what looked like an abduction. 

then your husband comes running up the steps with his locked briefcase in hand, shouting out your name, asking you if you’re okay, pulling you back inside the comfort of your shared home, and checking you all over to make sure you aren’t harmed in any way. when you ask about who that man was and what he was talking about, he simply told you he was some crazy customer who was dissatisfied with the company, was looking for someone to blame, and promised to tell you the details later. 

you didn’t tell him that you didn’t believe him, just pursed your lips and furrowed your brow for a second then let go of the topic like you always do, taking his coat off his shoulders with a peck on the lips asking how his day was. he reciprocated the kiss, said it was fine without anything special, and that he would shower before having dinner, something he didn’t really need to say since you already knew but stated anyway as per evening routine. 

as he headed up the stairs and disappeared from sight, you stared at the locked briefcase resting crookedly on the little entryway table and paused for a moment. if you did this, it would be a breach of privacy and a sign of growing distrust in your husband, but it could also answer all of the questions that never cease. 

your hands wouldn’t stop shaking involuntarily as you felt the cold black metal underneath your fingertips, marveling at the smooth material clean of any scratches or dents. fidgeting with the built-in combination lock, six number sequences started rushing through your mind as you started to hastily run through your options with a focus on dates. you were determined to only do this three times since you had no idea if an alarm would be set off or if it would close off permanently.

his birthday?

an electronic beep went off indicating you were incorrect, making you nervous.

your birthday?

wrong again, you only had one attempt left. you swallowed, shaking the accumulating sweat off your hands.

the date of your wedding?

you gasped as the locks suddenly flipped open and lightly knocked against the briefcase. it was undone, you could open it at any moment now and see it all.

and yet you still hesitated during this golden opportunity. was it the fact that the passcode to his most secret possession was the day you got married? was it guilt for going behind your husband’s back for answers instead of directly asking him? was it because you were afraid of what you would find if you discovered the red-haired man was telling the truth?

whatever it was, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and locked it again, leaving it looking untouched and went back to playing dinner.

there was a heavy tension present at the dinner table that night, the only conversation present being him interrogating you about what the red-haired man talked about word-for-word. not really interrogating since his tone of voice was still calm and gentle as he asked questions, but you could see him fidgeting with his fork and not leaving much room for any other topic until he was sure you told him everything. he then sighed and claimed the man was insane, a gambling addict who was too deep in debt to afford treatment and was trying to drag him into his misery after meeting at the subway station. 

“ki-yong?”

he froze for a second, not used to hearing you use his real name rather than a pet name. “yes?”

“what do you do for a living, exactly?”

a pause, you watched him fidget with his chopsticks and shift the grains of rice around. “you know, business stuff— nothing you need to concern yourself about—“

“but i don’t know! that’s the thing!” you felt tears starting to well up behind your eyes, letting two years of frustration trickle through. “i know it doesn’t seem that important for me to know, but is it really so important that you leave me in the dark about it for the three years we’ve been lovers? and now some guy comes to our doorstep and tells me about how your job is playing games with people at the subway station to make them participate in death games?!” you took a deep breath, calming yourself down, “please, be honest with me, that’s all i want…”

“i-i…” that was the first time you’ve ever heard him stutter, and if the situation wasn’t so tense, you would be proud you finally got one-up on him. “i can’t say… it’s for your own safety and mine.”

“so he was right?”

he remained silent, trying to think of some way to counter what seong gi-hun had told you, but if you didn’t believe the elaborate lie he already told you and wanted to learn more, then he knew this was the end of the road. 

“i-i need some time to think…” you looked defeated and it broke his heart. “i’m going to my mom’s house tonight, i’ll be back tomorrow—“ you got up, not bothering to pack anything aside from your phone and your wallet.

he had prepared for you to start screaming and crying (not that he would blame you, i mean, who would willingly stay with a man who was complicit in mass murder), demanding a divorce and packing your things to shut the door for him never to be seen again with your unborn child. the strangely calm reaction was both a relief and extremely unsettling to him.

“i won’t be mad if you decide not to come back” he stated plainly, defeated in a state you’ve never seen him in before. “whatever choice you make, i’ll support you, just know i love you— more than anything else in this world.”

you stared at him blankly through the open doorway. perhaps your husband isn’t the perfect man you believed him to be, but he was as honest as he possibly could have been with you regarding the matter, and that’s enough. 

“i love you too, i’ll be back in the morning.” that’s how you feel at the moment, but you don’t know if you’ll feel the same way tomorrow morning when it sinks in.

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex, mentions of violence and threats, mentions of concubines (no concubines, tho), implied marriage (??), jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, the most ooc out of every part of the series, Barbatos's part is based on one of his chats (A patissier's suffering?)

A/N at the end.

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Diavolo

So the Devildom had concubines, what about it? It's not like Diavolo had any concubines. You were his only partner and, apparently, the first one in a long while. You had nothing to worry about.

Still, it was impossible not to feel so dejected when every single one of the demons in his court buttered him up so blatantly, not caring that you were next to him, arms linked and fingers intertwined.

And he smiled. Of course, what else could he do but smile? He had a duty to fulfill and that probably meant keeping certain people happy, right?

At least, that was the mantra in your head. Your heart kept hurting itself, but having a reason made it manageable.

"Well? Have you thought about it?"

You turned to your side and stared at the demoness beside you. She was mesmerizing and looking at her directly made you lose focus.

Have I thought about it? I haven't stop thinking about it.

"Remember that I'm acting on behalf of his wellbeing" she said sweetly, caressing your wrist like she wanted to flirt with you "And I guess I could make you happy too"

That made you laugh without an ounce of humor. Both of you knew she wasn't being serious about that one and you wondered why she said it in the first place. Making her Diavolo's concubine would make her his wife in everything but paper. Did she expect giving you orgasms would make you happier about it?

"Leave me alone" you whispered against your drink, not trusting your voice to act decently.

"How can you be so selfish?" she spat, leaving you speechless "This is for his own good. How long will you live, human? Do you expect him to be alone after your death? My only wish is to keep him company once you're gone and starting now would make the transition easier. He'll still love you, sure, but this way he could be happier. How can you not understand something so simple?"

A demon she was, you remembered. Had you been a regular human, you would've believed her concerned face, but to you it was obvious how impatient she was and how much she wanted to leave you there, alone and breaking, so she could finally speak to Diavolo.

"MC"

Both of you jumped, turning around just to see Barbatos's unfazed smile.

"Lord Diavolo asks for you" he informed when you didn't answer, too surprised to react. "Follow me if you please"

"If I may" intervened your companion, close to giving you a heart attack "I must speak to Prince Diavolo. It's an urgent matter"

The butler looked at you, asking for your permission, but you didn't know how to react. It seemed your throat decided to stop working at that exact moment.

"Very well, then"

The demoness eagerly jumped at his words, not wasting a second in leaving the corner you were occupying to look for the prince, who had finally stopped talking to his subjects and was sitting alone in his throne.

Barbatos stared at her before offering you his arm.

"You have nothing to worry about"

He seemed confident, so you believed him. However, the distance you walked towards the throne felt longer than ever.

Your boyfriend looked unnaturally serious at your arrival, an expression his face was not made for. It softened when he saw you, but, still, he didn't fully smile.

"My love, come here" he palmed his thigh and not in a million years would you reject that offer.

Diavolo smiled at the speed you moved, barely restraining himself from kissing you. Instead, he turned to the demoness and presented her to you.

"I believe you've met her already, MC. Did you know about her offer? Did you know she wishes to serve me?"

He patiently waited for your answer, holding you against his chest and caressing your hip bones with the pad of his fingers and the tip of his nails, making you shiver.

Serve? That's the word she decided to use? She wasn't lying, sure, but it was far from the intention she actually had.

"We talked about it" you said in the end.

There was silence for a few seconds, broken only by the sounds of people still drinking and dancing. Diavolo and Barbatos looked at each other, having a conversation no one else could hear.

"I take it you rejected her proposition?"

Obviously.

You nodded and he cupped your face with a sad frown. Your heart skipped a beat.

"That's a pity, my love"

For a moment you moved away from him, too lost in your incredulity to answer or even acknowledge the crazy smile on the demoness's face, but, not even a second later, Diavolo brought you back to him and continued.

"She would've make a wonderful lady in waiting"

Huh?

"Wait, what?"

Both of you ignored the woman, who looked like she'd been slapped in the face with something rotten, which, in her mind, was probably accurate.

"I asked to serve you, my Lord, not the human..."

"Beware your words" interrupted Barbatos, his tail swishing behind him like a whip.

She stopped talking then, very obviously swallowing her opinions. Diavolo speaked again.

"By serving you, she'll serve me. Give her an opportunity to make you happy and, if she fails, we'll get rid of her"

What did he mean, get rid of her? You opened your mouth to ask, but he jerked his leg, making you jump. His smile was wide, but his eyes held a warning.

You decided to let it go.

"Okay"

Diavolo laughed as loud as he usually did, finally hugging you and ignoring both Barbatos's reprimanding glance and the demoness's sour expression.

But wait.

Wait.

He said 'lady in waiting'. Like... Uh...

Were you getting married?

Barbatos

'I'll be waiting in the classroom'

That's what his last message said.

And you'd never be dumb enough to reject that invitation. ¿Spending time with your boyfriend and eating his homemade cookies? Hell yeah!

You just had to be careful not to catch Beel's attention, avoiding the main hallways and hiding between the taller students, which were almost everyone.

By the time you finally arrived to the classroom (you got lost, but you'd never admit that to anyone), you were fairly sure all of your classmates had already gone home.

Alas, you were wrong.

Barbatos's figure was as composed as ever, but you knew him just enough to know how irritated he actually was. Were you this late? It was never your intention!

But no, no, that wasn't the root of the problem.

You knew her, kinda. Not personally, but you'd seen her a lot of times in the castle, cleaning plates in the kitchen or clearing up the table after one of Diavolo's dinner parties. She looked weird in the school's uniform instead of the one the maids used, but you guessed they too had to go to RAD, just like the brothers did.

So why did Barbatos look so uncomfortable?

Both of them stared at you when you entered, walking towards him while staring at her in search of an explanation.

"MC! You're finally here"

He smiled at you with candid eyes, discreetly holding your hand and restraining himself from kissing you in front of the girl, who cleared her throat to break the moment and grinned at Barbatos like you weren't there at all.

Foolish mistake if you'd ever seen one.

Your boyfriend frowned before turning in her direction, clearly giving her one last oportunity before kicking her out of there and reclaiming his alone time with you.

The girl purposely made herself meek, lowering her gaze as if making visual contact with him was too much, something you could totally understand.

"Master Barbatos, please, I'm begging you. I just wish to learn"

You raised your eyebrows and waited for his answer. Instead, she kept talking.

"I'll follow every one of your orders, sir, I promise" arms behind her back and body slightly swaying, you now understood why he was in the edge of snapping "The others don't appreciate you as much as I do. I'll be your best student"

He stared at her, you stared at her, she stared at him, batting her lashes with a weirdly fake innocent smile.

Her demeanor vanished when the Royal Butler spoke.

"I recomend you stop this nonsense at once" he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence "You're embarrassing yourself and Lord Diavolo's service's good reputation"

The poor maid gaped like a fish, although you weren't feeling bad for her.

You stayed behind him, closing the distance as much as possible while staring at her over his shoulder. If you ate a cookie now, would it be too much? He'd probably forgive you, but you'd rather not risk your chances.

"You will stay on cleaning duty as long as I say and you will stop the rumors that I know have been traveling all around the castle"

She lowered her gaze again, this time in submission and humiliation. His voice sounded venomous and you could swear the room's temperature dropped a few degrees. The air was still and smelled damped and rottening.

"If the gossip hasn't disappear by midnight, rest assured, I will make sure you keep your mouth fully shut"

The threat was clear in his words, something that shouldn't, but still surprised you. The maid trembled in response before bowing and running out the classroom.

You stared at the door in surprise, not turning around until he talked again.

"Do forgive me, my dear, but you know how much I dispise rats"

He sounded scarier than ever, letting his forked tongue slip between his teeth before he searched around the room, like he was trying to find more pests.

Then, he turned to you and smiled like nothing happened, holding a cookie to your mouth as the tips of his gloved fingers caressed your jaw.

"Let's forget about this ordeal, MC. After all, I saved these just for you"

Solomon

If there was something worse than feeling jealous, it was Solomon knowing you were jealous.

You thought you could catch a break, uh? Well, you couldn't be more wrong: your boyfriend knew the moment he saw you staring at that witch.

She was cute, you guessed? Nothing exceptional, but not hideous either. You wouldn't mind at all if not for the fact that she used her appearance like a nuclear weapon.

"Oh, you're so cute!" she'd told you once "I wish I was as cute as you!"

And at first you thought nothing of it. She was just being nice! A little weird about it, sure, but who wasn't weird in RAD?

Except, she wasn't looking at you when she said that, but, instead, at your boyfriend.

Of course, Solomon, unbothered as ever, was too engrossed in the cooking book he'd borrowed from the library to pay attention.

(Later that night you had to order takeout, but you were already counting on that).

The point was: she was trying too hard. You couldn't blame her, really, you dated Solomon for a reason; but still. She was getting on your nerves.

"I'm so dumb... I'll never get it! Solomon, can you help me with this?"

Opening a door with magic? Difficult? Yeah, right.

"I've never dated a human before... How is it, MC? I bet Solomon is a great boyfriend"

He has his moments.

"Solomon! Sit with me, I saved you a seat! Why? Oh, I concentrate better when you're here!"

Shit, could she concentrate at all?

"You're so powerful! You'll have to let me have him for a night, MC! He could teach me a couple of things..."

You closed your fist, staring at her with a frown while talking yourself out of mauling her across the table. You didn't need Lucifer's rants about impropriety and self restraint on top of all of this.

"MC and I have a lesson tonight" the sorcerer said with a polite smile, unusually kind eyes and an unreadable expression "Would you like to tag along?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes, lowering her gaze in embarrassment, although you weren't sure if she was really embarrassed.

"Could we hang out alone, tho? I don't want MC to see how dumb I am. They're so much better than me! I bet I need you more than they do!"

Well, you didn't need to study with her to know she was dumb as bricks.

You looked at Solomon, opening your eyes so much in bewilderment that even the insides of your cornea were getting dry. Not a second later he turned to you, smiling with mischief, and then you remembered who were you actually dating.

"It's either this or nothing. Be in Purgatory Hall at 6, we won't be waiting for you"

The witch quickly looked at you, frustrated at his words. It wasn't ideal, you knew, thirdwheeling your crush and his partner in a study date, but what else did she expect? Every other option was plain stupid.

"Okay"

She snorted, trying to hide the disgust and disappoinment without much success. Once she left you alone, swaying her hips and her ponytail, you punched Solomon in the arm and reveled in his pain.

"MC!! Relax!"

"Don't tell me to relax!"

You tried to choke him, but he hid his neck under his shoulders before you could lift yourself to reach him better. He knew you too well.

"MC, I have an idea! You'll like it, believe me!"

"Oh, really?"

"I swear!"

Once free from your attacks, Solomon avoided your eyes and stared at his hands. It took him a couple of seconds before he could look at you again, cheeks red, while he spoke from his heart.

"I couldn't care less about her attempts, MC, but she's obviously making you uncomfortable. I won't let this keep going if I can do something about it"

"But why did you invite her to our lesson, then?"

He laughed in a carefree manner, still blushing while he took your hands in his, looking at you like he was about to uncover a precious secret.

"As your teacher, I want you to explore your potential to the maximum"

His voice lowered to a whisper and you got closer to him, letting your body shiver when his breath caressed the skin of your neck.

"Say, MC, wouldn't you like to have your very own training dummy?"

Simeon

Oh, the privileges of being friends with the most powerful demons in the Devildom.

All you had to do was pout a little and act like you were miserable, missing the warmth of the sun and the familiar scenery of the human world. Of course, all of them knew you were exaggerating, but none would take the risk of actually making you sad.

So there you were, waiting for your drinks while Simeon sunbathed outside, sitting in one of those ornate metal chairs and writing some loose ideas for his next book in a napkin. After all, you'd be crazy if you ever went to the human realm without using the opportunity to have a date with your sweetheart of a boyfriend.

If not for the brightness of his suit, he would look like a college student from an old movie, all dreamy and focused in his own world.

And, apparently, you weren't the only one thinking that.

There were a group of girls outside the cafe, all of them young, maybe even fresh out of high school, staring at Simeon like he was some kind of celebrity. Maybe it was his angelic charisma? Maybe it was just his good looks? Whatever the reason, the girls seemed ready enough to conquer the world and they wanted to start with your boyfriend.

You studied your surroundings, realizing with an uncomfortable weigh in your chest just how busy the place was. There was no way you were getting your order in less than five minutes, even being the first in line, so the only thing you could do was wait and hope the girls wouldn't bother Simeon too much.

They stayed in a closed circle for a few moments until one of them finally dared to go and talk to him. She tried to sit in the second chair, but Simeon stopped her with a quick movement of his hand, probably saying he was saving it for you.

That made you laugh, but you were starting to get second hand embarrassment. You could tell she was trying hard to catch his attention, twirling her hair around her finger and hugging her waist to make her breasts look bigger.

You couldn't see Simeon's face, but, by the way he was scratching the paper, it was obvious he was losing focus on whatever he was previously writing, which would only make him irritated.

Fortunately, and rather rudely, the waitress finally gave you the styrofoam cups and immediately ignored you again, but you couldn't care less. The girl returned to her friends just as you stepped out of the cafe, letting you know part of what happened.

"He said he didn't know what part of him made him look interested in me" she snarled with a hint of hurt in her voice, trying to hide it with offense "That I should find someone that actually finds me entertaining"

Her friends gasped and you had to stop yourself from laughing. He wasn't usually that snappy, but she did interrupt his daydreaming.

"I don't even care what he thinks, he's just some dude! I can catch anyone I want, you know?"

Anyone but him, apparently, but the only thing her friends could do was agree.

Shaking your head and holding one drink in each hand, you stopped the eavesdropping and hurried towards him, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and smiling softly when he raised his hands to stroke your hair. He was warm from the sun, but he still curled close to you even after letting you sit next to him.

The girls audibly gasped at your actions, clearly offended by your presence as if Simeon would change his mind if they waited enough.

You couldn't bring yourself to pay them attention. Not when he was caressing your knuckles with such love in his touch and a feeling so deep in his eyes that it made your heart violently stop.

"So what were you writing?"

He smiled and eagerly showed you the napkin. By the time you turned around, the girls were already gone.

Tagging the party: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae @eliciria @darkflowerav

Author's note:

Simeon's part sucked the soul out of me (not in the good way), but at least it's well-written. Also, this will be the last part for now: I don't know Mephisto, Raphael or Thirteen enough, so they won't be in any of my posts (for now)

[deathbxnny]

Arcane women seeing you again after cheating on you. | Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Part 1)

Here is the part 2 that you guys asked for! I hope you'll like it!<3

Summary: Arcane women see you after they cheated on you a year ago. How will you react to seeing them again? And most importantly, who's that person you're with that seems to have stolen your heart from them?

Content: TW!Past cheating, angst, jealousy, swearing, probably ooc, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VI

She never got over you.

It didn't matter how much time passed or how long she spent trying to forget you. You were always there at the forefront of her mind. And it drove her mad, not to know where you were. She looked all over for you after the mission, yet it seemed like you had disappeared off the face of earth, never to be seen again even during the war. Vi couldn't even find you in the aftermath of it, her heart empty and broken without you.

Her relationship with Caitlyn was practically non-existent now, as the woman felt near insecure of Vi's idealistic image of you she could never compare to. It was depressing and toxic until it eventually blew up in her face, and the Kirammann distanced herself as well for good.

And now the woman was alone.

Your words rang true, and yet you weren't even here to tell her, "I told you so". She had lost everyone she loved, being driven mad by the solitude she had brought onto herself. It was unfair and unjust, even if some of it was deserved. Just some. Eventually, the sadness turned into anger over the last year. Anger towards you. Why couldn't you be here after what happened? Why didn't you understand that it was a mistake? Hadn't she atoned for her sins enough? What else did she have to lose for you to come back? Rage, frustration, irritation. It all plagued her, as she thought of how your meeting would go if she ever sees you again.

But nothing she ever prepared was enough for when it did happen. She never thought it would. She never thought she'd see you again. And yet there you were, happily holding onto another person's arm, as you beamed up at them. You never looked like that with her. You were never this bright and giggly at her side. There was always something to be stressed about. There was always something to argue about. There was always something that made you frown around her. Whether it was because of the circumstances you were in or her own actions, you were never content.

So she stood there, in the shadows, as she gazed at you intensely from under her hood. For a moment, she considered just turning and leaving, but the internalized rage was bubbling up dangerously. She lived with survivors guilt every single day, and you go to have your happy ending? She couldn't believe it. She couldn't ever dream of you moving on from her. Marching up to you, your partner saw her first before you did, their eyes hardening protectively. Pulling you closer, they stood unmoving in the face of doom. "Can we help you?" They asked when she was close enough, but her words died on her tongue when your eyes met hers. And then there was deafening silence.

"I..." "Vi. What the hell do you want?" You hissed out, clearly not having it. You were sick of her after what happened. You, therefore, refused to let her wedge herself into your life ever again. "Actually, I don't care. Get lost." You tried pushing past her with your partner, but she wasn't moving. Instead, she blocked your way. "Please just... hear me out! I've lost everyone whilst you're out here fucking around with some randoms! Do you know how long I've looked for you? How much I've suffered?" You stopped your lover from saying anything with a hand against their chest. You can handle this.

"And I get that I fucked up! But don't think that you're completely innocent in this either." She was breathing heavily, the slightest smug relief filling her at finally saying what she had always dreamt of... but alas, you gave her the most unimpressed look possible as you scoffed. And then you began laughing. Right in her face. "Hah... that was funny... anyways, as I was saying, get lost." Finally being able to push past her, you two casually continued doing your shopping as though nothing happened.

She was left behind in shock at your uninterested reaction, as the realisation finally set in that she truly has lost everything.

》CAITLYN

The aftermath of the war was nothing short of agony to everyone, especially to Caitlyn, who had yet to find a trace of you. Last she heard, you left the city via skyship and disappeared into the blue skies forever, leaving her behind for good. It was miserable to live without you, near unbearable, and yet she kept it together with the smallest hope for your return to her.

It was pure delusion to everyone but her to hold onto such a ridiculous wish, considering she was the cause of it.

She lies awake at night thinking of your heartbroken gaze, the memory, and the words lulling her to sleep in tears. And a year later, the day of your disappearance felt as vivid as ever, as though no time passed. She could never move on. Never rest for as long as she couldn't tell you about how remorseful she felt. You were right in not trusting Maddie for a multitude of reasons. But she was so stuck in her ways due to the grief and pain that she lost the best thing that happened to her. The one person that kept her together and sane.

How was she ever going to live on now?

Whenever she did sleep, she dreamt of you coming back to her, allowing her to apologize and move on from everything she had done. It was perhaps selfish, and she was at least self-aware enough to acknowledge that, but it didn't matter to her in the long run. She just wanted you back no matter what. It didn't matter how or when. She just had to have you. And as though the gods momentarily heard her prayers, a small part of her wish finally came true after twelve long months of waiting.

There you were, under the sparkling lights of the ballroom, happily conversing with long-lost friends as you sipped on a refreshing drink. She had heard the rumor of your return a while ago, skillfully ignoring the part mentioning your unknown companion, and made sure to attend this grand event best dressed, of course.

If you saw her, then you didn't turn to even glance at her once.

She understood why but wouldn't let the opportunity to fix things slip out of her fingers now. You were so close. So unbearably close at last. Cait approached you carefully, a simple clearing of her throat being enough to drive your company away for some privacy. And you were clearly not happy about that. But as usual, she ignored your disdain for her own gain unknowingly. "It's nice to see you again." She was hiding how excited she was, practically bursting at the seams with how hard she was containing it. Your reply was less thrilling, however. "Unfortunately so... I have nothing to say to you, so leave me be, lest my partner has to see you out." You huffed, a frown hiding behind your glass.

Dumbfounded and blinking, she raised a brow in surprise. Partner? Were the rumors true after all? She was in denial. Very deep denial at that. She must be hearing it wrong, yes, that's it! "I... I beg your pardon? Partner? As in companion or...?" She must've looked silly and disheveled as she stumbled over her words like a drunk. A hand pressing against her shoulder made her pause, as she felt a very irritated presence behind her. "It seems that the wine is getting to you, Ms. Kirammann. I believe it is, therefore, time for your departure. The car's outside." Your dearest partner has come to your rescue. And it seemed that this was a setup for your own small revenge.

Your lover owned this estate. It completely slipped Caitlyn's mind in her haste to get to you. How funny.

You hid in their side, wanting her out already, and the Kirammann decided to keep the last of her dignity intact by leaving with a curt nod. She definitely cried in the cab, though, unable to complain that all her waiting was for nothing.

You were never coming back to her.

》SEVIKA

If you fuck around, you'll certainly also find out.

That was your life motto, something you lived by and your enemies feared about you. Sevika often found it amusing to watch you enforce this to those willing to face your wrath, a certain pride welling in her chest at the pure violence you could display. Until she became the receiver of it. The scar on the back of her head proved it and left a bit of a bald patch, a constant reminder of what she had done. Also, a great humiliation tactic on your end, she has to give you that.

But that's all she had left of you too.

You up and left without a trace a year ago, and made sure she'd never see a glimpse of you again. The war came and ended, resulting in her becoming a councilor, but even then, nothing she did drew you back to her. You were supposed to share this glory with her, but she knew she was the reason why you didn't. She wasn't delusional or in denial about it. No, she was a grown woman who just made a stupid mistake, in her humble opinion. Nothing more or less. So why couldn't you see the same?

It was impossible to track you down, and for a while, she thought that you may have left the city entirely a while ago. Maybe you even died in the war somewhere. She didn't know what was worse, but either thought kept her up up night to ponder about all the what ifs.

If she hadn't done what she had done... would you still be laying at her side sound asleep? Would you be proud of her and support her for finally achieving her goals? Would you praise her? Love her? Cherish her so loyally like you used to? You were absolutely right in the end, after all. She never will and never wanted to find someone else like you. She wanted you and only you from day one, but it all seemed like a distant dream now.

And then, when she was just about to move on from you by force, you appeared in her life again so casually. You were dressed in foreign clothes, a content and sweet look on your face, as you conversed with your partner, who just so happens to be an emperor of a different land.

They have come here for some trade negotiations with the council, and of course, you had to come along. Their sweet, stunning spouse they couldn't talk enough of. Your partner spoke of the riches they spoiled you with, the endless servants at your feet, the way they too were very clearly wrapped around your bejeweled fingers.

You pretended not to know her, practically avoiding her gaze as you held onto your lover tightly as they talked away. God did it hurt her, too. She was burning up in jealousy, her gaze hardened and angry enough to make the other councilors scoot away from her.

And when she saw your partner give her an evil, knowing grin, she finally realised that this was all on purpose. Your spouse couldn't give less of a shit about Piltover. They just wanted to get back at Sevika for what she had done to you, just out of pure spite. She can't do anything about it either, something she acknowledged in defeat.

Her heart was empty and broken, but she'd never admit it, as she simply concluded the meeting and took her leave. If you were happy... then she supposed she'd be content with it, too.

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

i know love // joaquin torres

Summary: Having been raised in the Red Room, people would expect you to be ruthless and cold. Your vulnerability surfaces when a conversation topic is brought up during dinner, and you need to have a difficult conversation with Joaquín.  

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Ex-Widow!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of brainwashing and killing, mentions of reader having an involuntary hysterectomy in the red room, mentions of dreykov, reader doesn't know how to deal with her emotions, mentions of adoption, angst, hurt/comfort, but a happy ending!!

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @heybaynoot for proofreading this!

This is my first time writing for Joaquín, I probably got him OOC a bit, but hope you guys like this one! Oh, and I have more in store for Joaquín & BlackWidow!Reader so stay tuned!

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It was an offhand comment.

This wasn’t something you should be overthinking.

Any other woman in your situation would have been thrilled. And that was the problem—you weren't like other women. And no, this wasn't meant to be a compliment.

Your childhood and adolescence hadn’t been the most conventional. You knew it hadn’t been your fault; you never had a say in anything, yet it didn’t undo the knot in your stomach nor make the nightmares go away.

It had only been a few years since you'd begun to get your life back on track. Or, well, to build your own. One that actually felt like yours, where you were more than just the prisoner of a rich sadist.

When Yelena found you and freed your mind from their control, you were lost. Waking up was difficult. Facing the reality around you was puzzling, and you struggled with understanding your true identity. 

But that was ages ago. 

You have got your life on track since then.

And everything was going well. You could say you were happy for the first time in a long time. A fundamental pillar of that happiness was thanks to Joaquin.

When Sam introduced you, you never thought he would become such an important part of your life. Falling in love with him wasn't in your plans, but it had happened. And it was quite simple. That was one of the long list of special things about Joaquín—loving him was so easy.

From the first moment, you noticed the brightness he radiated. He was funny, kind, sweet, and smart. He had a charming personality, and it was literally impossible not to smile when he was around—and you weren't someone who was used to smiling, not before him at least.

He knew who you were and what you had done, and it had never been an issue for him. To be honest, his reaction when he met you was something you hadn't expected. He was thrilled and excited to officially meet an ex-widow. And, despite his obvious curiosity, he never asked anything about the Red Room. You assumed it was out of respect; perhaps he did not want you to remember Dreykov, the training, and the brainwashing.

And the killing.

And you had to admit you were delighted that the subject was never brought up.

He still complimented your fighting skills. Like, all the time. Looking like a proud boyfriend every time you kicked someone's ass. 

There was a moment, early in your relationship, when you realized it was him. You had never known love before—not that kind. And Joaquin's was the best first experience you could have asked for. You had been certain that he was going to be your first and last. You didn't want anyone else. Because no one would ever make you feel the way he did.

But now everything has crumbled.

Because of a single comment.

“We're going to have the cutest babies.”

The words had rolled off his tongue so easily.

And they had stabbed your heart in the same way.

Sarah had smiled at his words, Sam had rolled his eyes and made a witty remark, while you pressed your lips into a thin smile, and the conversation at the table just continued on.

But you couldn't shake off the feeling.

In all the time you had been dating Joaquín, the topic of having children had never been brought up. You thought it was because he knew. And he was being the considerate, thoughtful gentleman he was.

But now you were thinking that maybe Joaquín didn't know everything you went through in the Red Room.

You had the image of his happy face burned into your brain when he made the baby comment, and it only intensified the knotting in your stomach.

This happened two weeks ago, and since then, your mind has not stopped spinning in a whirlpool of thoughts and feelings. You didn't know how to deal with the situation. Well, technically, you did; you knew you had to talk to Joaquín. If the future he had planned for himself was to have a family, it was clear he was not going to have that with you.

You rubbed your eyes as you let out a grunt of resignation. You'd tried your best to leave the past behind you, just for it to come back, knocking on your door and hitting you with a harsh reminder that happiness was a luxury you couldn’t yet afford.

Something was going on.

And Joaquin had noticed this. 

You'd been acting odd, distant even, and he couldn't figure out why.

Had he done something that irked you?

Despite living together, over the past two weeks, you’ve been coming up with excuses to avoid spending time together, skipping your regular morning coffee dates, and missing movie nights. Even during your training sessions, your conversations felt minimal and strained.

But what hurt him the most was that whenever he attempted to reach out for you, you recoiled from his touch—something you never did before. 

You had always loved his clinginess. He felt the need to have a hand on you constantly. While other people had considered it annoying in the past, it never seemed to bother you. On the contrary, it seemed like you yearned for his touch just almost as he longed for yours.

When he mentioned the situation to Sam, the reaction he got was that he was reading too much into it and that maybe you just needed to have some space.

“Have you talked to her about it?”

No. He hadn’t. Because he was afraid he would get the answer his brain was already conjuring up. 

And he wasn’t ready for it.

Not that it mattered, because you started the conversation yourself that afternoon.                               

A sense of relief washed over him as he noticed you standing in the living room of your shared apartment.

Everything may be okay after all. 

Perhaps Sam was right, and you just needed space. 

However, the happiness was wiped from his face when he noticed the expression on your face, followed by the dreadful words, “We need to talk.”

Joaquín felt the air escape from his lungs. A lump formed in his throat as your words echoed in his head.  

‘We need to talk’. 

Those words almost always came before terrible news.

He searched your face for clues, any hint that this time might be different, but the seriousness in your eyes revealed everything he feared. 

“Can we sit down, please?” 

Joaquín nodded, swallowing hard as he followed you to the couch. You sat across from him, your hands clasped tightly in your lap, a subtle sign of your own unease. The cushions felt too soft, and indulgent as if mocking the tension between the two of you.

“I’ve been thinking a lot these past few weeks…” You began, your voice quivering slightly, and he felt a surge of fear grip his heart. “I know you had noticed that I had pushed you away, and I—”

The words sent a shiver down his spine. A flicker of emotion crossed your eyes—a mix of determination and sadness—that sent a twist through his stomach.

You'd rehearsed this conversation in your head, every word, but now that you had your boyfriend in front of you, your mind had gone completely blank. Your eyes drank in how worried he was; you hated yourself for doing this to him.

You took a deep breath, the kind that tried to draw in all the courage you could muster. “Remember two weeks ago when we had dinner with Sam and Sarah?” 

He furrowed his brow in confusion. Of all the things his mind had conjured up, you mentioning the dinner at Sarah's was not among them. However, he nodded and gestured for you to go on. 

“Sarah said something about AJ and Cass and then you mentioned that we were gonna have the cutest babies, and I—” 

God, this hurt so much.

Each word you spoke felt like a dagger piercing his chest, and made his heart sink further. The lump in his throat seemed to grow even bigger. “Is that what this is about? You don’t want to build a family with me?”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks—of course, Joaquín would assume he was the problem. You swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. “No, it's not that I don't want to.” You exhaled, forcing the words out, your heart racing. “It's just…”

Joaquin leaned forward, squinting in a fervent plea for clarity. The concern on his face was palpable.

“I thought you knew about this, and that’s why you never brought the subject up…” You took a deep breath and finally uttered the words weighing heavily inside you. “I can’t have kids, Joaquin.”

“In the Red Room, they had this graduation ceremony…They sterilized us. One less thing to worry about, I guess.” You grimaced, your hands fidgeting instinctively—a nervous habit you couldn't recall developing. “For Dreykov, that was what mattered even more than a mission. It made everything easier. Even the killing.”

He struggled with the truth of what you said, and the world around him dimmed for a minute. 

“I've fought to put that part of my life behind me, and I don't want to be the burden that holds you back from having the life you want.”

“You're not a burden to me.” He moved closer and took one of your hands in his own, his thumb softly stroking patterns on the back of your hand. “What I want is you—just as you are. A future without you holds no interest for me.”

Emotions you had suppressed for so long started to overwhelm you, and tears filled your eyes. “I don't want to put you in that position. I want you to be happy.”

“But I am happy with you,” he replied, with a resolute tone.

“What if one day you change your mind?”

Joaquín leaned in, his eyes blazing with a sharp intensity that sliced through the fog of doubt that shrouded you. “I swear to you, my mind is made up. And it starts and ends with you.”

He cupped your face gently, wiping away a tear. You closed your eyes in contentment, leaning into his touch. 

You had missed it so much.

You had missed him. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you murmured, gazing into his chocolate-brown eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

For the first time in two weeks, Joaquín found himself smiling—truly smiling. 

He pulled you closer, draping his arms around your shoulders. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling in his familiar scent, while he tightened his embrace around you, afraid that you would slip away.

He had missed you.

“Please, don’t push me away again,” he pleaded softly, his voice muffled as his face rested against your head. “Those were the worst two weeks of my life.”

“I’m sorry.” You pulled back slightly. “I don’t know how to deal with my emotions well, but I’m trying, I promise.”

“I know you are. And I’m here for you if you need me. We’ll work through it together. We’re a team, remember?”

As you listened to him, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. The fear that had gripped you for weeks started to fade.

“And we can always consider adoption,” he suggested, his eyes lighting up at the idea. “There are so many kids out there in need of a caring home. We can give them a shot at a better life.”

“I like that idea,” you said quietly, a timid smile emerging through the lingering traces of your tears.

“Good.” His hand found yours again, his fingers easily interlacing with yours. A wave of tranquility enveloped you, and for the first time in weeks, it felt as though you could breathe. You rested your head against his shoulder, settling into him and finding comfort in the calming thud of his heartbeat.

“Thank you for being so understanding. I don't deserve you.”

“Don't say that,” he said, lifting your chin, making you meet his eyes. “You deserve all the love and happiness in the world. And I'm not going anywhere.”

With that, he leaned into you, his lips softly brushing against yours, and in that instant, everything felt right again. The outside world faded, enveloping you in your warm little cocoon of comfort and understanding.

[noellefan101]

Staying on Campus During Winter Break, Twisted Wonderland

Reader cant go home to their family during winter break, and seems a little down in the dumps when their boyfriend talks about what they'll do at home themselves. What would he do to fix their now sad s/o? (+ some headcanons for the character, some with reader in mind)

Characters: Trey, Cater, Deuce, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Epel, Azul, Jade and Floyd (all seperate) x Reader

saw someone else write smt like this and got ideas for it myself :> Original post

Part 2

Warnings: Reader is not yuu/mc, either your family lives too far away or are occupied, maybe they're real shitty you choose. reader is usually the same grade as the character, ooc. Reader is still called Shrimpy. gn reader

Epel and Vil's first parts got deleted, so i had to write it again when i woke up the next morning and found out. man i wanted to cry.

Trey

Trey may have forgotten you mentioned staying at campus during winter break, having a little burst of excitement from going home to see his siblings and such. Stopping his little rant when he saw your expression turn a little sour with envy.

After apologizing, he sat down beside you, caressing your leg slightly. Asking if you would like him to call you every morning and evening to catch up, although what he really wanted was to just invite you over.

But you couldn't just arrive alongside him as a surprise, he's sure his parents would have a shared heart attack, so he messaged them about it when you were distracted.

Saddening a little when you explained you would have nothing interesting to talk about to him, he quickly dismissed that, because anything you talk will be interesting.

When his mother responded a few minutes later, approving of your stay and arrival as long as you shared a room, he immediately took to asking if you would like to stay over during break instead.

He will get teased relentlessly but it will be worth it if he gets to see your smile.

"Be mindful im going to be busy, though im sure you'll just get dragged out to do something with my siblings. They're sweet don't worry."

(His family has so many pictures of him being decorated with pink bows, he's just praying his parents aren't showing that, it may be fond memories with his siblings, but its still so embarrassing)

Cater

Would love to stay at school with you tbh, he doesn't want to become a human bag holder again this year, it was #torture last time.

He also considered inviting you over during winter break but decided you didn't need his sisters fawning over you as well. Instead, he suggested calling you whenever something interesting happened, which would only save you from teasing and meant he would get teased more instead, but he can handle it. Hopefully.

Putting his family aside, he ensures you talk to him about anything that bothers you.

But he would keep his word, and calls you about 10-20 times a day, sending you pictures of him and his sisters, telling you about every little thing he did and then wanting your day in detail as well.

He'll talk about literally everything that's happening, to the point he even forgets to take a pic of something for Magicam, because he was more focused on letting you know what happened instead.

Do not be surprised when he puts down one of his own bags in your room though, it's only filled with things he thought you'd like and some cute things his sisters bought.

"Morning sweet pea! Ik it's 6am, but i just have to spill this tea to you, ok? Yes it's #important, and you're gonna love it."

(Has multiple folders only for photos of your bedhead, even a few videos so he can show you a 360 of it to laugh at.)

Deuce

Deuce was planning to invite you to stay with him over the break, before he was even told you were staying at school, then deciding not to since he thought you would stay with your own family. But now, he's over the bushes in excitement and hurriedly texting his mom that you'll be staying with them anyway.

Before he even asked you by the way, which seems almost rude if not for the fact that he knew you would say yes so quickly. And you did, for what weirdo would want to willingly stay at this school while everyone is gone? Not many, like barely a handful.

So you got a temporary place in his closet and shared a bed for a about a week, enduring and endless sea of embarrassment from his mother and the other locals.

Never the less, he had lots of fun showing you around and telling you all sorts of weird stories from middle school, though reluctant.

"N-No, I'm very sure it's ok with her. I mean it, she said yes before I could even ask... h-hey don't hug me so tight, I can barely breathe!"

(his mother gave him a little bunny plush years ago and he definitely still has it on his bed back home)

Jamil

Would not want you to go with him back home, he doesn't need his parents going wild over him having a lover. And the whole family will be way too busy dealing with the asim family, so you'll be just as lonely.

But, once Kalim had heard about your inevitable stay at NRC over winter break, Jamil invited you home anyway.

Notifying his parents of your stay, he spared no time in remotely lecturing you about how to act around the asim's, since you were joining his family for a week.

Don't worry though, you won't be doing any actual work unless you really want to clean every window in the castle.

You'll be spending a lot of time with Najma and a few of her friends, if you want to or not that isn't really relevant as there isn't much to do anyway.

Kalim might want to play some board games with you and Jamil at some point, but that should be pretty normal compared to other stuff.

"Keep your head low, don't start conversation, don't talk unless spoken to, that's all you have to do, got that? Good, you aren't an actual servant so they can't boss you around. But i'd still like to invite you again."

(Since Jamil likes to dance i'd imagine he has a pretty empty space in the middle of his room, so when he can't get Kalim to take dancing classes he can practice in his room.)

Vil

Originally wanted to take you with him, but decided not to so you could actually relax instead of facing peer pressure.

If he hadn't been as famous, he would have been invited you home without a second thought. Unfortunately he knows his fans, and how they follow his every step, especially when he's going to events.

But he promises to call you at least twice a day, making sure you've eating nutritious meals, wake up in the morning and to wish you goodnight.

He won't respond immediately if you text him, he is busy after all, but he'll answer as soon as he has the time. He's telling you about all the events he's going to, new gossip he heard ext.

If you're absolutely terrible at taking care of yourself, he might even prepare some quick, but healthy, meals and make sure to put them in your line of sight.

"Sweet Potato? Yes it's me, who else call you exactly fifteen minutes before your usual bedtime? I'm joking love, but I hope you remembered to eat real meals today?"

(Chooses to ignore Rook's existence about 60% of the time so he doesn't get creeped out, no matter how used he is to camera's, he still gets a little uncomfy when its Rook)

Rook

Rook had quickly noticed how sad you seemed, but wasted no time finding out why.

When he did it was like his heart was shattered and put back together with your simple words, it was a sad time yet a perfect time. Sad because of his lover's sorrowful being, but just the right time so he could invite you to go with him instead.

To where you ask? My my, it'll be where ever you want to be, traveling for your happiness is the greatest excuse to show of his family's pride and joy!

They have a residence in almost every country, so you're free to pick anywhere and he'll take you there no problem.

He'll take any opportunity to make your face shine in delight, until he can do it as easily as he can shoot with a bow. So maybe don't test him on that.

"Oh, but that's no good, I hate to see such a miserable expression on your face. So tell me Mon Amour, what has you in such a horrible mood today?"

(in his collection of photos, 45% are for Neige 40% for Vil and then the last 5% for other people he found beaute in, mostly you in that 5% though)

Epel

Nuh uh, no way you're staying at NRC, he will not allow it. You are staying with him over winter break, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that.

Though you got invited to Harveston before he could ask his parents, or meemaw, he was 99.8% sure his parents would let you. So maybe if his parents said no... But then he'd stay on campus with you, no way he's letting you be lonely.

...They said yes so fast he didn't even get to explain why.

So now he's running around town with you, showing all the good spots to be and every little corner you can hide in. By the time you go home again you'll know everyone on a first name basis.

But be aware if you're strong looking, or just unlucky, you will be helping out around the orchard, carrying anything and everything.

"See? they agreed to house you, there was no way I would let ya stay at campus alone, that sounds horrible. I was gonna stay here with you if they had said no anyway. Hey I'm being serious!"

(boy def has some built up muscles of some kind underneath his silky uniform, like theres no way the boy who grew up on a farm can't lift, plus he really wants to be manly.)

Bonus!

Since they also cannot go home due to the cold, how will the octavinelle guys cheer up their s/o in turn?

Azul

Azul is almost delighted at the news, until he understands that you are genuinely sad about not going home and having to stay here.

He is so glad he doesn't have to deal with the tweels alone though, and has a good reason to not be in their tomfoolery. No matter how much teasing is going to take place, he finds that better most of the time anyway.

You will have to see him rearrange his desk, closet, and just about everything anytime Floyd enters his bedroom though. Because his things have been taken before, and he does not want to find out what Floyd took/moved a month later.

He'll look through some of the newest coins he has collected with you, trying to find the most valuable and maybe putting it on the wall with the others. This is not an excuse to see your eyes light up a little when you see a pretty one, nope.

Will give you any coin you seem particularly interested in though, no matter if it was the best one he found in months or something that's less valuable than a nickel. He'll even help you put it on a piece of jewelry if you'd like.

You're also going to be joining game night now, but no he won't team up with you since he still would like to win.

Though you will be getting some tips from him, but mostly if Jade has fucked you over to the point he just cant stand looking at your defeated face.

"See this one? It has a design made only for a few years as the person on this side, was taken off the throne a mere year after sitting on it for the first time. It's very rare, this is also the first one I've come across myself."

(he hugs pillows close at night, and no matter how much he tries to get rid of the habit it won't go away)

Jade

He'll invite you over, though be aware that all he talks about in private is fungi and mushrooms. yes you should be used to that, but now you're staying over for more than an hour or just for the night.

Hikes will be what most of his time is spent on, so you'll be coming with him. At least three out of five of the hikes he plans on doing, but he might get you to accompany him on an extra.

Jade is doing his very best to distract you from home, so if you look sad for even a second he'll take you out somewhere, do something to get your mind back from that.

Maybe he'll even make you a drink or two for free, as long as Azul isnt aware of it.

You'll also be joining in on trying to beat Azul in board games, even if you've never played the game before his immediate target for

Would love to join in a every little thing you do, finding it all very intriguing. No matter if it's simple things like how you style your hair, or which clothing piece you put on first. He'll enjoy watching it all, especially likes to see you hug his pillow close when you don't wanna get up.

"You see this one is called 'the prince', otherwise known as Agaricus Augustus. It's a common mushroom in many places and has an almond-like taste. But I would recommend we should try it out around summertime, when it's more in season."

(i dont imagine him liking skin-to-skin contact a lot, but he would 100% watch you sleep and just caress your cheek gently at 2 am)

Floyd

He would rather not see his Shrimpy sad, so you're staying in his and Jade's room now. You'll do lots of fun things with him over winter break!

If you're still a little down about not getting to go home, he'll just carry you away to the kitchen and put you on the counter. You can watch as he makes your favorite dessert, or would you like something else? He's up to cooking up anything for you right now.

Be mindful that you're never going to be separated though, he'll either be right behind you looking into your soul or attached to you like his life depends on it.

Get ready to get teased by his mother, he likes calling her more on winter break. So you're gonna have to endure embarrassment together, all the embarrassing stories are being told now, yay

(i mean there has to exist some kind of waterproof phone for merfolk, i refuse to believe they dont when styx and ortho exist)

Floyd would love to go out in town with you if he feels like it, yes maybe it's not that interesting after you've already looked around, but he can get you all sorts of outfits to dress you up in! You'll have fun, he promises so pleaassseeee.

You're now his human-sized barbie doll, congrats. But seriously, he would love to style outfits on you since there are also more things your size. So yeah he's going to pretty you up in fancy dancy stuff(his words).

Might even have you wear some of his clothes, only to laugh at how big they look on you.

"Come onnn Shrimpyy, don't look at me like that, i know what clothes fit you and make you look pretty. No i didn't mean you arent already pretty, but it will be fun." :<

(He whines A LOT when he loses in card games, but especially when its against Jade)

Thx for reading, love ya! - Masterlist

[quitesins]

Non Mc! Reader & Mentor!Rafayel [Sfw]

Thinking of writing a fic where you’re a young artist who gets sort of mentored taken in by Rafayel, years before he reunites with Mc. You spend almost every day with him, learning new skills both in and outside of art. You’re still young and timid, but Rafayel’s penchant for never pulling his words, forces you to match his energy. He makes you honest. You’re trying new things, going new places, comfortable in relying on Rafayel to keep you confident. Despite all the back and forth, the sass that isn’t spared on you, you find it’s far too easy to fall in love with him.

And for the most part it’s also easy to keep that part of your heart secret.

Until he meets Mc. You’ve heard of her in passing and you knew the day would come. What you didn’t expect is for your daily meetings to lessen, gallery trips missed and the art events reserved for you, now for a girl you can’t even seem to hate.

She’s too nice. You can see exactly why she holds Rafayel’s heart entirely. That’s why you decide to protect your own, no longer trying for Rafayel’s company or attention and even turning him down the rare moments he reaches out first.

You think it’ll be fine but Rafayel isn’t stupid. You’re his friend, and he knows something is up. Unfortunately the both of you are as tense as each other because the conversation he hopes to go smoothly, ends up an awful, angry argument. One that when you try to leave, has him grabbing your arm on instinct. Rafayel is just as shocked as you, instantly pulling back like he’d been burned. But it’s enough of a scare that you don’t say another word, practically running out of his place. He doesn’t chase after you, a deep set guilt keeping him anchored and a bubbling heat in his hands that he hasn’t yet understood.

He doesn’t see you again. For a while he doesn’t talk of you either. He doesn’t see you around Linkon, your place— he swears he was passing on accident— seemingly vacant. The egregiously painted pots the two of you once made, no longer displayed proudly on your door step. Only in secret guilt filled moments does he think of you, but never feeling enough to reach out.

When he does mention your name, it’s been years and somehow Thomas’s casual nostalgia feels wrong. It’s like you were just some fleeting figure, not a friend he once upon a time deeply cared and even felt responsible for. But there’s nothing more he can do. You aren’t his responsibility, maybe you never were. And there’s no reason to seek you out now.

So it’s his surprise when he does find you. Two cities over, he almost thinks his eyes are playing tricks on him. Your hair has changed a bit, and you’ve definitely grown— into yourself, a proper adult now. There’s a simmering pride within him, watching how the shy thing he once gave security to, now struts around on her own without the need for him to keep you balanced.

But there’s confusion too. He wonders why you aren’t an artist anymore. Your name is never said amongst his industry peers, and even if it changed, he’d recognise your style in a heartbeat. You were so close to being great, how could you give it up so easily.

He thinks to ask why, but as he approaches, it takes one look at your hand, the healed skin from a burn that could only be his, for him to come to the horrible realisation himself.

A/n: fa me it would be purely platonic on his end, I loveeee unrequited love, but I also want to see rafayel feel guilty so it’d be over him being a shit friend… also also for some reason the idea of Rafayel unintentionally taking on a nurturing protective role is sooo interesting to me and I’d loveee to explore it…

Guys if this is ooc it’s okay because I can imagine anything 🫡

[barefoothighlander]

the river

summary: during popes attempt to find Lena, he runs into an old friend (set during the events of s3 ep10)

andrew 'pope' cody x f!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), insinuations of abuse, mentions of previous relationship, eludes to sexual content, foster system, angst?, kinda soft!pope, kissing, not proofread

quick fic for Pope cause I'm obsessed with him and I need him BAD, maybe ooc cause I've never written for him before, might make a part 2 where they freak it idk, feedback appreciated

"I need to see her, please just let me know, is she okay?"

Popes voice is brash, full of fear, an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time, he had waited in the front room of the child services building for hours, waiting for someone to call on him, for someone to help him find his niece.

Thoughts swirled his head, too many to count as he remembered what foster care was like for him, how alone and scared he had felt all those years ago, distanced from his family. He never wanted Lena to feel like that, to feel alone, unloved, he had done everything he could to keep her safe and happy, but they still took her away, some beaurocratic bullshit about her parents being gone and Pope not technically being a blood relative.

They had optioned him with adoption but with his record he knew he would never get the papers signed, he just had to know she was okay, wasn't in some shithole like he had been, ignored by his foster parents, residing in some awful house owned by people who abused the system just to get money. When he gets called back into the office, walking toward a cubicle he cant stop his heart from racing, hounding the worker with questions about his niece, where she was, how she was doing, every question answered with the same side stepping answer of "I cant tell you that Mr. Cody" it was crap, nobody here was willing to help him.

Admittidly he came on strong, he had a tendency to do that with people, cut through the shit and just say what he thought. In his peripheral he caught a glimpse of the woman who had been at the house the day Lena was taken, he calls out to her a finger pointed in the air.

"You took her, where is she, can I just see her"

His tone shifts to one of sadness, desperation, he pleads with the worker, stepping closer to her body as he steps back.

"Sir please, you need to relax"

Pope insists, pressing the worker as the security steps forward, his arms coming in front of himself as he moves to block Pope from the workers.

It's the shouting that drags your attention from your workload, not an unusual sound in the office but for some reason, the voice is what is different, its not angry, is desperate. You poke your head above your cubicle and your heart stops, you can only see his back, but that curly auburn hair, that same hair you had run your hands through 10 years prior, his body language so familiar.

"Andrew" Your voice comes out more stern than you intended, like you're scolding him rather than calling out, and everyone's heads turn to you.

Rarely do people use his first name, here it was Mr. Cody, to everyone else 'Pope', his eyes are wild as they lock with yours, his shoulders tensing as the gleam of recognitions passes through them.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, now" The guard says to Pope, but he doesn't move, doesn't take his gaze of yours as his hands move to his side, his face falling to one of pleading.

"It's okay Tom, I'll assist him" You nod toward the guard who wearily allows Pope to walk past, his body moving toward you before settling a few feet in front of you. Your muscles tense as he stands before you, completely different but someone so familiar to the boy you knew so long ago.

"Come with me" You say, pushing your chair into your desk and turning on your heel toward the break room. You offer him a cup of coffee and he waves you off, his hands resting in his lap as he watches you sit down beside him.

"I didn't know you worked here" He says, his eyes glued to yours.

"I didn't know you were out of jail"

"Have been for a while"

You move to speak but he cuts in before the words can escape your lips,

"You said you can help me, get her back, get back Lena"

"I can try, mostly I said it so they wouldn't kick you out or arrest you"

"Can you help"

"Im not your case worker, but I can try"

Pope explains the situation to you, all the while the knowing look on his face persists, you feel for him, his brother gone, Cath gone.

"I have to get her back, I don't want her to go through what I- what we did"

You avert your gaze, eyes falling to the floor as memories of your past rush in, "Its not like that anymore you know, we vet people, we don't just send kids into shitholes"

"How do you know"

"Theres a system in place, home checks and everything" You take a beat "I would never let a child live in a house that was unfit"

"Unfit" Pope mimics, mockery lacing his tone

"You know what I mean, just jargin for shitty, awful, abusive"

"When did you get out?" The question catches you off guard,

"A month after Smurf got you back"

"How?"

"Lets just focus on Lena, as of right now there isn't much I can do, shes been processed and placed in a home, you'll have to petition the courts"

"I cant"

Realizaiton hits you, "Because of your past"

"Theyll never let me adopt her, they wont let her live with me, I don't know what to do"

He looks at you with pleading eyes, "Just help me, please"

"Andrew, I-"

"Please" He cuts you off, his eyes locked onto yours and suddenly you're young again, just a girl following a boy around like a lost puppy, looking to him for protection, for love.

"Okay" You nod, "I'll help you"

-

The warm water soothes your skin, running down your body before pooling at your feet. You turn the shower off, stepping out to dry and wrap a towel around your body, you're a few steps into your bedroom before you hear the knock, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts before padding across the floor to open it.

"Andrew"

His eyes are glued to you, Pope always had issues with eye contact and now was no exemption.

"Did you follow me home?" Your eyes glance outside, finding his truck parked outside your house.

"Yes"

Well at least he was honest,

"Theres nothing I can do for you from here, you'll have to come to the office-"

"You're lying"

"I can't file anything from here, you know that"

"But you know where she is"

"Andrew.."

"Please, I just want to know shes okay"

"I will lose my job" You sigh

"I wont do anything, I just want to see, please"

And against better judgement, against laws and rules, against the years you'd spent apart, you cant say no to him, you cant leave him outside alone.

"Give me a second" You leave the door open for him to walk in, his body making its way down the hallway as you close your bedroom door, changing into more suitable clothes.

"You live alone" Pope says, standing in front of the pictures you had hung on the wall, a few of family members, others of landscapes, none of a partner or children.

"Yeah, haven't settled down yet" The admission stings a little, but it was the truth, you hadn't found anyone to spend your life with, let alone live with. "Come on, I'll drive"

Its a short 30 minutes to reach the subdivision, parking the car across from a nice house in a cul-de-sac.

"She lives there, a married couple, they make good money, they have another foster kid, a girl, same age as Lena"

You can see some of the tension in his body release as he sets his eyes on the house, its not rundown or decrepit like the houses the two of you had spent your years together in.

"We cant stay" You say, breaking the tension and Pope nods, his eyes on yours but his mind elsewhere.

You begin to drive away, the street lights illuminating your path as the ocean waves crash into the sand outside the car.

"You ran away" Popes question shakes your attention from the road, your hands suddenly fidgeting on the wheel.

"Yes"

"Where"

You breath deeply, taking a glance at him, suddenly feeling nervous under his gaze. "The beach, I was old enough to work and I got a job at a shop"

"They didn't catch you?"

"I was already almost an adult, and I think they assumed I had just run after you"

"You didn't"

His response strikes you,

"You didn't run after me though, I never saw you again"

"Yeah well I couldnt exactly run to Smurf and ask her for to harbor me"

"Thats not what I meant. You never talked to me again"

You sigh, pulling the car into a parking lot and killing the engine before turning to him, the streetlights illuminating his face, fuller now than it used to be, more freckled and worn.

"What was I supposed to do, run after you? Chase you around? Continue making a fool of myself?"

"You were never a fool"

You scoff, "Wasnt I though? I Followed you around day after day, clinging to you, and the whole time you were in love with another girl"

"Cath"

The name feels like a stab to the chest.

"Yes, Cath"

"Shes gone, her and Baz"

Your anger wavers for a moment, melting into pity, "I'm sorry you lost them"

He nods. "You weren't a fool, I mean I followed you around too"

"Yeah to keep those assholes from touching me"

"I wanted to protect you"

"Well thank you, but it doesn't make me feel less shitty"

"I wanted to protect you because I liked you"

"I know you liked me Andrew, I figure we wouldn't have slept together if you had hated me"

"No, I mean I wanted to be around you. When you didn't visit me, or call, I was worried"

You glance at him, sincerity written across his face, "Well I'm sorry I didn't call but I didn't exactly have your number"

"I used to think about you all the time" He admits "About where you were, what you were doing, if you were okay"

"Well, I made it out okay, seems you did too"

He shakes his head, "Alot of stuff's happened since we were kids"

You look over and all you can see is that teenager you fell in love with, freckled and full of angst, ready to be at up anyone who came near you and your heart melts, your muscles falling lose.

"I don't know what to say Andrew"

"You don't have to say anything"

You nod, a breath escaping your lips.

"Do you remember it?" He asks

You nod, "Of course I do" Memories of your warm bodies colliding in the backseat of a stolen car flash in front of your eyes, both of you nervous as he peppers kisses across your collar bone, his rough hands squeezing at your flesh.

"I cant forget it" He admits, "Its all I think about anytime I with another woman"

"Andrew."

"Im serious, that night, it meant alot to me is what Im trying to say I guess"

"It meant alot to me too"

You lock eyes, tension swirling as your body tenses, "I should get home" You say, your hand moving to turn the car key before Pope grabs it, his hand holding yours at his gaze pins you. Your heart stutters under his touch, he takes a beat before his body is moving toward you, lips colliding with yours, his hand moving form yours to hold your cheek, resting on the side of your face as your digits move to grab his shirt. He devours you, tongue pressing into your mouth6 as your teeth sink into his lower lip, your bodies melting together as the tension seeps from your muscles. Pope pulls back, his hand remaining on your cheek.

"Dont run away again"

You nod your head, eyes glossed over, watching him, the breath from your lungs stolen.

He nods his head slightly, shifting back into his seat, "I did that because I wanted to, not because I wanted to help me"

"Okay" Is the only word you can seem to form

You start the car, begining the drive back to your house through the dark, your body warm and tingling under Popes gaze. You pull into your driveway and open the door, Pope mirroring your actions, "I'll let you know if anything happens with Lena"

He nods, not moving from his spot near you, and you cant help but miss him, his touch, his lips, admittedly he looks good, solid, your years apart he grew, stronger and somehow more handsome.

"Do you want to come in?" The question escapes before you can process it. "I live alone, and I figure maybe you don't want to go back to an empty house."

"Yeah, I'd like that." A small smile quirks his lips as he follows behind you.

[nawoken]

How will the NRC boys react when you overblot with the thought of suicide?

I don't know what I am doing, but since many people are interested in Suicide Overblot Reader, I will write something for it then. Reference to this post.

I think I will try to do all of them. I hope...

Some might be OOC because I don't understand their character enough (Trey and Cater in this post case), sorry if it bothers you guys.

I don't really write it as platonic or romantic, try to keep it neutral so u can read it the way u want?

Warning: Mention of suicide, self-destructive, angst, depression(?), blood,... a bit heavy thought I guess?

Part: Hearslabyul

Riddle

- When he reaches Ramshackle and sees you got overblot, he is uneasy but still remains calm and serious.

- Slightly think that part of this is his fault for not paying more attention to you. He knows that you had to bear a lot of things lately, with school, with Crowley's unreasonable quest,...

- But, he has to stay strong, he has to, he is a Housewarden after all.

- But... when Riddle sees you hurt yourself, he is stunned and terrified. This can't be happening, it shouldn't be.

- He hears your faint cries about your insecurities, your fear of being a burden... and your wish to disappear.

- It makes him heartache, wonder what has made you reach this point. Then, it hit him, every word he told you when you guys first knew each other, before his overblot, and before he changed.

- This must be his fault, he has hurt you... Riddle lost in his guilt, almost overblot right then and there.

- Even Trey can't pull him back to reality, but Ace's punch can.

- "Stop blaming yourself, don't you want to save them?" It actually helps Riddle calm down.

- Riddle braced himself, he had to make it right, so he could apologize to you properly.

- You got him traumatized. And you guys will also have a longgg conversation after things end.

Trey:

- He is... a lil bit shocked and worried about the situation. But, years of taking care of Riddle and his maturity helped him stay calm.

- Even when you hurt yourself, he only flinches a bit before pulling out his pen and trying to destroy the black inky thorns without hurting you.

- Things get worse when Riddle loses his sanity and starts to blame himself while Ace and Deuce lose their cool, kicking and fighting to get to you.

- Try to calm Riddle down. But it's no use.

- Ace's outbursts still make him surprised every time, but at least things have become more stable. They can focus on the main problem now.

- He keeps calm through it all, but when everything comes to an end, he falls to the ground and exhales all his built-up tension.

- He will check in on you a lot more. Reaching out to you, asking about your day, and baking you a lot of treats. Become your figure mother at some point...

Cater:

- Like Trey, being the third-year he is, Cater is much more mature and reliable than he seems.

- Use his unique magic, protect the first year, and even try to lighten the mood while keeping an eye on you.

- He is not too worried since everyone is gathering here, to save you! So nothing can be wrong... right?

- The moment he sees the blood splatter out of your body, he inhales sharply and trembles slightly before turning around to block the view of the freshmen.

- But he fails to keep them from the view, so now Ace and Deuce go berserk. At least Epel and Jack are still sober enough to hold the duo back.

- Multitasking. Become much more serious.

- After it all, he won't force you to tell him things but he will talk with you a lot more, maybe about this funny meme or some new trend on Magicam. Do his best to make you laugh.

Ace:

- He first tries to joke about this when he sees you in your oveblot form. Act cool and funny but can't hide his care for you. Swear that he will knock you on your head a few times for making them worry sick.

- The moment you hurt yourself? Ace and Deuce tried to rush toward you but got held back by other first-years.

- Scold you, told you to stop hurting yourself, and even threatened that if you don't stop he will fight you...

- Also scold you for being stupid. Yes, you're magicless but you also have survived many life-or-death situations that even a pro mage can't. You're not useless!!!

- Asked Riddle to do something just to find out his dorm leader is having a mental breakdown right there.

- He punches Riddle (the second time), how can he act like that when you're still in danger?!

- Ace also cooled down after that, he left the job of returning you to normal to the Dorm leader while helping others destroy those blot-made thorns to prevent them from hurting you.

- You guys will have to talk a lot after this, and you know can't avoid it, Prefect.

Deuce:

- His face turned pale the moment he saw you. Out of anyone, he doesn't think you're the one who got overblot.

- Especially when you stab yourself, he lost his mind. The moment he runs out to you, Epel holds him back. Others told him to calm down, to make a plan.

- But, Deuce can't even hear a word, all he can hear is your whimpering and the scene of the thorns lunging through your flesh keeps playing in his mind.

- Like Riddle, he also blames himself. The difference is that he blames himself for not looking out for you more. You guys have been friends since the beginning and you are always taking care of them, but they have failed to do so for you.

- The guilty feeling building up inside him made him mad, he wanted to punch, to fight, to take his anger out on something.

- After the "fight" between Riddle and Ace went off, Deuce finally calmed down.

- After things end, the moment you back to normal, he will immediately run to you and hold you close, afraid that if he lets go, you will disappear.

- Says sorry to you again and again...

- Become a bit paranoid and protective after your suicide attempt.

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5.C: This took me forever to finish, now I have 17 more to finish. Gotta say, Riddle is the easiest person to write about.

[violetseaslug]

heyyyyyyyyyy.

Could you do a Se-mi fic (like no squid game au) where she friends with min su, and the reader is his sister (similarly shy and cute) that she has never met.

Then they meet for the first time, and se mi is just starstruck and instantly begging min su to let her ask the reader out.

'cause i think I've fallen in love this time

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tw: nothing, i think??? except for ooc se-mi.. 🤐

a/n THANK U FOR THE REQUEST ML!! the guitar part is a little headcannon i have and i wanted to include it HEHHE OK I HOPE U LIKE IT!! and i hopeeee i did your request the way u wanted😭😭💗💗

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Christmas had come and gone, and now all that was left of December was New Year's Eve. Min-su had been talking for days about having a few friends over for a small get-together. You weren’t particularly social, especially with new people—but that wasn’t a problem. You had already planned your perfect evening: staying in your room, surrounded by snacks and sugary drinks, watching the newest season of the show you were currently obsessed with.

"When will all your friends be here, Min-su?" you asked, opening the fridge to retrieve a tray of freshly baked cupcakes, ready to sneak them upstairs into your bedroom.

"In about an hour" he smiled, his excitement evident in his tone.

Just as you finished moving your desserts into a smaller container, the front door clicked open, and Min-su suddenly perked up, as if he’d just remembered something important.

"I forgot to mention, one of my friends said she’d be coming earlier. Hope that’s okay? You haven’t met her before, so maybe you guys can talk," he added, eyeing you cautiously, hoping you wouldn’t be too annoyed.

Before you could respond, she walked in. And the moment you laid eyes on her, everything else disappeared.

She was breathtaking.

Her short black hair framed her face perfectly, with a few stray strands falling effortlessly across her forehead. Her eyes were stunning, and her lips, painted the softest shade of pink—were adorned with a lip piercing that only added to her charm. Every detail about her left you momentarily stunned.

"hi, se-mi! This is my sister," Min-su introduced, hurrying to hold the door open for her. "you guys haven't met before, so i figured it’d be nice to introduce you two!"

You opened your mouth to speak—only to realize you had absolutely no idea what to say. Your lips parted and closed again, and for a split second, you thought you might have forgotten how to form actual words.

"I—uh—Min-su… does your friend like red velvet cupcakes?" you finally blurted out, your voice coming out more high-pitched than you intended. You immediately felt heat rush to your face, cursing the way your nervousness had taken over.

Min-su blinked at you, a bit confused. "why don’t you ask her? She’s right here?" he asked.

But little did he know, Se-mi was just as speechless as you were.

She hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t expected you.

Her gaze swept over you as if committing every detail to memory—the way your eyes shined in the light, the way your hair fell so effortlessly around your face. And when her cheeks warmed against her will, she knew she was in trouble.

"Right. She is, isn’t she…" you mumbled, your words hurried and slightly awkward, making you cringe at yourself immediately.

Min-su squinted at you, tilting his head in confusion. Then, after a beat, his eyes widened in realization. Oh.

He knew that look.

He had seen it before—the sappy glint in your eyes that only appeared when you had a crush. And, judging by the way Se-mi was equally flustered, he knew exactly what was happening.

"Well, uh—" he suddenly straightened up, glancing around in an exaggerated manner, clearly searching for an excuse. "i forgot to grab the…thing. From the car. I’ll be right back, okay?"

Before you could protest, he was already halfway out the door, leaving you and Se-mi alone.

You swallowed hard.

And just when you thought she couldn’t possibly be more attractive, you noticed the guitar case slung over her back.

"Your bag…" you started, still avoiding direct eye contact. "do you play guitar?"

Se-mi perked up slightly, but in her nervousness, her response came out in a complete jumble.

"I do play guitar, pretty gir—pretty good," she corrected herself, flustered. "i play pretty good. Or at least, i think i do—not to sound cocky or anything—I’ve just been playing for a while. You know what i mean?"

You watched as she cleared her throat, trying (and failing) to cover up the embarrassment evident in her voice.

And if you weren’t already completely captivated, that moment sealed it.

This girl was unlike anyone you’d ever met before. She was stunning—effortlessly so. And something told you that if you didn’t take this chance, you’d regret it for ages.

"I know you’re here to hang out with my brother," you started, forcing yourself to meet her gaze, "but… would you want to go out on a date? Maybe sometime soon?"

The second the words left your mouth, you felt panic rise in your chest. Where had that sudden burst of confidence come from? trying to backtrack, you rushed to add, "Or we can just hang out! That would be cool too! Hanging out… with you! i mean, obviously, because I’m asking you, so who else would i be hanging out with—"

Se-mi let out a soft laugh, her expression shifting from shock to something warmer.

And then, her lips curled into a smile.

"I’d love to," she said, nodding gently.

Your heart nearly stopped.

As the night went on, Min-su was only mildly surprised when Se-mi finally turned to him, smiling like an idiot, and said, "Dude. Please let me take your sister on a date. She’s stunning, and i think we’d get along super well."

Min-su rolled his eyes, already anticipating this moment. "you’d be stupid if you thought i didn’t see you both staring at each other with goo-goo eyes the second you walked in. Honestly, I’m surprised you two even talked with how red you both looked." He shrugged. "but yes, you can take her on a date. Just don’t be gross and sappy about it."

With Min-su’s approval secured, Se-mi pulled out her phone and typed out a message.

A few moments later, your phone buzzed.

pretty girl: It’s official. 6 PM Saturday. I’ll pick you up, lovely.

Your face flushed all over again as you stared at the message.

New Year’s Eve had just become a lot more interesting.

[slut4slytherinss]

Gold Rush

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Summary: in which (fem!)reader is in love with Mattheo, but so is everyone else. Reader pushes her feelings deep down, convinced Mattheo, beautiful Mattheo could never love her. In doing so, hurting herself, and a certain curly haired boy.

3,014 words

Warnings: cursing, fighting, slight mention of sexual content, reader being self-conscious, Mattheo being an idiot, Mattheo and his big ego, angst, potentially more parts(???), not proofread bc I don’t have time, a few references to movies IF YOU SQUINT, possibly ooc Mattheo (I haven’t read Everything Black in a hot minute forgive me), use of Y/n, Tom Riddle is Mattheo’s father in this, Regulus is in fact dead (rip my man), Mattheo and reader being a bitch lol, in character-ish Enzo but not headcannon Enzo, THEO IS IN THE SLUG CLUB FOR THE PLOT IM AWARE THAT HE WASNT IN THE BOOKS

2nd person pov

Hufflepuff prefect reader

Female reader

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

Your eyes are trained on the dark haired boy, specifically those deep eyes. “I know I’m pretty, you don’t have to stare, love.” Mattheo grins, you quickly dart your eyes away, “I wasn’t staring.” you murmur. He scoots his chair back, the feet scraping against the old library floor, he stands up and walks towards you— not even bothering to push the bloody chair back in. He takes a seat right next to you and rests his chin on your shoulder, “You really should be studying, y’know? Can’t have m’girl failing her exams.” My girl. You roll your eyes. “I’m immune to your charms, Riddle.” You say, almost as if you were trying to convince yourself of that. “Are you, though? I mean, remember in first year when you—“ you quickly cut him off, a foreign red flush invading your cheeks. “I was eleven!” You whisper-yell, his grin widens at your embarrassment. “Okay.” He drags the word out, “Some things never change, badger.” You furrow your eyebrows “Excuse me?” “Y’know? Badger, you’re a Hufflepuff, unless you’re shagging Diggory and stole his tie.” He gestures to your yellow tie, you roll your eyes. “First of all, Cedric is taken and if you call me badger again, I will ruin your pretty face.” “You think I’m pretty?” Another eye roll. “If you keep rolling your eyes at me, they’re gonna get stuck back there.” Before you can reply, a girl you recognize as a Slytherin fifth year, only younger than you by a year, calls for the boy sitting in front of you. “Mattheo! I don’t have all day, c’mon.” He looks back at the blonde girl and sighs, “Merlin’s beard,” he murmurs, then calls out to her “I’m coming Eloise!” Causing you to let out a laugh. He gives you a look, making you laugh even harder. But once he walks away, you realize that he, Mattheo Riddle, is probably hooking up with that girl, that absolute model, making your smile fade. Making you feel like an idiot for even thinking that he’d like you. For thinking you should inflate his ego even further by confessing.

But I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. Everybody wants you. Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

You clutch your books close to your chest, dodging the hundreds of children rushing to get to class. Like every other day. A paper airplane comes straight toward you, it’s about to hit you clean in the forehead, you duck just in time— but a hand reaches out and catches it. You look over to thank the person, it’s Mattheo. Of course it’s Mattheo. That damned boy never leaves you alone. “You alright?” He asks, seeming genuinely concerned. Of course he does. He always does. “I’m fine, Riddle.” You spit out, fighting back your horrid feelings. He tries to speak but you just walk toward the potions classroom.

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush.

-

You sigh as you walk into the lavatory. Standing in front of the sink, you splash your face with some water. Trying to cool yourself down. “Y/n?” Fucking Mattheo. “I really don’t have time for your bullshit, what are you even doing in the girls la—“ you cut yourself off as you see Mattheo, a girl against the wall, not Eloise, a different girl. An older girl, a seventh year. Looking annoyed as ever. You let out a breath of surprise. Shaking your head you turn back around and walk out of the bathroom. Feeling like an idiot. Like always when it comes to that boy.

I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush. Everybody wants you. But I don’t like a gold rush.

“Wait! Y/n—“ he rushes out of the bathroom to follow you, he grabs your wrist and you turn around quickly. “Let go.” You spit out, he tenses his jaw. “Why are you even acting like this? You don’t need to get so pissed just because you’re jea—“ Slap. Your eyes widen, as well as his, “Did you just slap me?” “No.” you reply quickly. “You just slapped me.” he persists, “No I didn’t.” “Yea, you did.” “Yes I did.” you finally admit. “Why?” He asks, “You said I’m jealous, I’m not jealous. You just have a big head.” “I have other big things.” You slap him again. But this time on his forearm. And, oh Merlin. Why is his arm so muscular? Why are his eyes so deep and brown and beautiful? Why do his oh so pretty brown curls look so pull-able? Why do his lips look so perfect and kissable? Was he always this beautiful? Of course he was. He was always beautiful. You’ve known that since the first time you saw him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos.

-

You walk into the Slytherin common room with Dorothea, one of your closest friends, she’d convinced you to come to this party. And you’d stupidly agreed. You stupidly got drunk. You stupidly found Mattheo. You stupidly kissed him. You stupidly hooked up with him.

You look around the room, Mattheo has his arm under your neck. “Okay,” you whisper to yourself “yeah, okay. I can get out of here.” You roll over a bit, pulling the covers off of yourself carefully. You easily get out of his warm, soft bed. An odd coldness filling your body as you do so. You slip on your shoes and realize that you don’t have your shirt on, you look around his room, which is surprisingly clean— minus the clothes everywhere, on the doorknob, there’s your shirt. How did it even get there? You shake your head and walk over to it, putting it on over you. You hear Mattheo groan and you quickly look over, he’s still asleep, but reaching out in the bed, as if looking for you. It takes you a moment before you realize that you need to leave before him and his charm pull you back in.

I see me padding ‘cross, your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

It’s been 3 weeks. 3 weeks since you went to that party. 3 weeks since you found Mattheo. 3 weeks since you kissed him. 3 weeks since you hooked up with him. 2 weeks and 6 days since you woke up in his room and mission impossible escaped. You haven’t spoke to him, or anyone in Slytherin at all. In fear that he told everyone he knows and you’d never live it down. He didn’t. But you don’t know that. You’re choosing out a dress for dinner, you’re in the slug club, but so is Theodore Nott and those two are friends, best friends even. So of course Mattheo was the boys plus one. No matter that. Dorothea suggests a simple dress that shows off your body, but you shake your head, “No, Dor, that— that doesn’t compliment me right.” So you choose a dress that goes down to your knees, it’s long-sleeved, completely covers your cleavage, which was the goal of course. You paired it with some old converse, not liking the feeling of heels on your feet all night. You have your hair done nicely in your favorite style.

“No Mattheo, I really don’t agree with that, you’re so— so contrarian.” You shake your head, “Oh give me a break!” He groans, but you just give him a look, calling him an asshole with your eyes. He’s just told you an opinion on the muggle-world, he’s a pure blood, seriously, who does he think he is? Giggles can be heard from others sitting around you, including Dorothea and Theodore who are sitting next to each other. Slughorn tries to get you two to stop, “O—okay, Mr. Riddle, Ms. Y/l/n, please refrain from arguments at the table.” “This isn’t an argument, it’s a debate.” You correct.

As you’re walking back to your common room, you overhear some girls talking “Oh, wouldn’t they be such a cute couple?” One of them giggles, the other nods in agreement “They argue so much, plus, doesn’t Y/n Riddle sound so nice?” “Oh I dunno, I’m kind of jealous of her.” A third one adds. Your eyes widen as you realize they’re taking about you and Mattheo. You quickly butt in their conversation, “We would not be a cute couple! He’s insufferable and his ego is larger than himself!” You huff.

At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit. And the coastal town, we wandered ‘round, had never seen a love as pure as it.

-

“You know that you can’t avoid him all day, right?” Cedric tells you as he notices you staring in Mattheo’s direction in the Great Hall. “I can and I will.” The boy rolls his eyes, “C’mon, when me and Cho get into—“ “Don’t compare you and your girlfriend to me and Mattheo— that’s just.. no!” you mock gag, shaking your head. Cedric just grins at you knowingly, “Why are you smiling at me like that?” you ask, Cedric licks his lips “No reason.” “Shouldn’t you be making out with Cho in a broom closet or something?” you tease, he laughs “Yeah, probably. Shouldn’t you be getting in Mattheo’s pants again?” “Leave it Ced, it will never be.” You murmur as you look down at your tea, mixing it around lazily with your spoon.

And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause you know it could never be.

-

“Why are you avoiding me?” You stop dead in your tracks, goddamnit. Why is he everywhere? You slowly turn around on your heels, face reddening, “I’m not avoiding you.” you reply simply with a shrug. “Yes you are, I’m sick of it.” He rolls his eyes. “What’s it matter to you? We aren’t friends.” “What are you talking about? Yes we are.” “No, we’re really not Mattheo, you only talk to me when you know I’m going to leave.” You spit out, annoyed with everything, “No I don’t! I talk to you all the—“ you cut him off “Just leave it, I’m done here anyway.” You say before turning back around and walking away, “Well— don’t come crying back to me when you realize no one else cares!” He yells, letting his emotions and large ego get the best of him. “Fuck you!” “You’ve already checked that one off!”

‘Cause I don’t like a gold rush, gold rush. I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.

-

He is such an asshole! Who the fuck does he think he is?! He has no right to speak to you— or anyone for that matter — like that. You huff as you walk into the Great Hall, feeling his gaze immediately land on you. But you won’t give him the satisfaction of meeting that gaze. Taking a seat at your own houses table, you can hear his friends laughing loudly, stupid boys. The only time you do look over at him is when you hear his fork slam against the table and he stands up from his seat, to be fair, the entire Great Hall looks over at him. He ignores his friends and clenches his jaw as he walks out of the huge room, brushing right past you and leaving a small gust of wind from where he walked. Your lips slightly part as you watch him, but you look away just as quickly. Refusing to let him get his way. You shake your head as you now look over at his friends — who you now realize are staring over at you. Furrowing your eyebrows you mouth an annoyed “What?” to them, hoping to get any explanation. Theodore just shakes his head at you, and Lorenzo Berkshire mouths back a “Nothing.” making you even more annoyed with these boys. You decide to take matters into your own hands and stand up, making your way to the Slytherin table where they’re sitting. “Hello, boys.” you raise your eyebrows expectantly. “Uh — hey..” Blaise Zabini murmurs, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on with that dickhead who just walked out of the Great Hall making a scene?” Draco Malfoy laughs at that “Dickhead? Did you just call your little boyfriend a dickhead?” “He’s not my boyfriend Malfoy!” you exclaim which causes Draco to laugh and Theo to nudge his arm, Enzo speaks up “Um, Y/n he’s just upset you’re ignoring him.” now the rest of the boys groan, collectively murmuring little “C’mon man!”’s and “Enzo!”’s he throws his hands up in apology. Eyebrows going up you look at them, “Seriously?” you scoff “he’s mad at me because I’m not talking to him? After what he did?”

Walk past, quick brush. I don’t like slow motion double vision in a rose blush. I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush.

“Why don’t you just make it easy for him and tell him how you feel?” Theo speaks up with a shrug. “Excuse me? And how exactly do I feel Theodore?” you ask, twisting toward him. “You want him, obviously.” “Everybody wants him! I don’t — I don’t like that horrid feeling!” you exclaim loudly, catching the attention of others around you.

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush.

Lowering your voice, you rest your hands on the table, pushing Blaise’s plate away to do so. He stops in the middle of his chewing to give you a glare, then continues slowly chewing. “You’ve liked him since fist year, admit it.” Blaise speaks with his mouth full, so it’s a bit muffled. “Shut it and eat your potatoes Zabini.” you spit out. He shrugs and does just that. With Zabini out of the conversation Draco speaks again, “But really, stop leading our boy on.” “I haven’t led him — or anyone for that matter — on!” now it’s Theo’s turn to speak “Well.. you did kinda sleep with him and then leave the next morning,” “That was a mistake.” “Still shitty.” Enzo says. You huff, “That’s — no! Even if it was shitty, it’s not like I’m in love with him. He shouldn’t’ve expected anything from me.” Draco raises an eyebrow “Wow, didn’t know Hufflepuffs were such—“ “Dude, don’t finish that sentence.” Enzo says with an eye roll before looking toward you, “If you don’t like him, then don’t lead him on, it’s not difficult.” Looking him up at down for a moment, you sigh and your eyes move around the group at a quick pace. “Tell him I don’t like him, and — that I’m sorry or whatever.” Damn. That hurt you to say. Who knew it’d be this hard to get over him.

What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful, with your hair falling into place like dominoes?

-

As you lay in your bed, miserable and alone, you think about Mattheo. Because of course you do. He’s plagued your mind since first year. Rolling your eyes, you silently curse yourself for not realizing how horrible it was to fall for him. He’s got the perfect life, minus the fact his father is literally the dark lord, still, he’s rich. He has hundreds of girls in love with him and multiple in his bed. You aren’t going to be any of those girls, not now at least.

My mind turns your life into folklore. I can’t dare to dream about you anymore.

-

You hear your name called out by a familiar voice, Pansy Parkinson, her loud — but not angry — footsteps reverberate along the stone walls of the castle. You stop walking just as she catches up to you, out of breath. She reaches for your shoulder to steady herself and you grab her arm to help her. “What’s wrong Pans?” You ask once she catches her breath. “Riddle told me about what you said.” You wince at the mention, “Oh.” She must notice the look on your face since she adds a quick, “Don’t worry, I’m not mad, that boy needs to learn that not every girl is in love with him.” As an afterthought. “Never mind that, you are,” you furrow your eyebrows “—in love with him. You’re in love with him.” She finishes, which causes you to stammer out a quick and defensive, “Am not!” In response. “You literally gave him a bouquet of flowers, which you handpicked, in first year.” “In first year! Yeah, but that’s not now!” She rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/n/n, you’re just going to end up hurting yourself if you keep saying that.” She then removes her hand from your shoulder and you do the same, “Okay, I’ve got detention now, see ya later.” Then she runs off. She literally runs off after telling you that you’re in love with Mattheo Riddle. As if you didn’t know that. As if you didn’t sleep with him.

I see me padding ‘cross your wooden floors. With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door.

-

The last slug club meeting of the year before you leave for Christmas. You aren’t supposed to bring plus-ones, but Slughorn likes Theo too much and let him bring Mattheo. You sit slumped in your chair, dressed nicely though. Dorothea is sick so she couldn’t come. And Mattheo has the audacity to sit right fucking next to you. Purposely making those contrarian remarks, to get you to speak, so he can hear your voice again. Annoyed or not, he wants to hear it. But you don’t. You just stand up and move to sit beside Theo. Mattheo swallows and stops talking, looking down at his food.

At dinner parties, won’t call you out on your contrarian shit.

-

You sit by a garden in Hogsmeade, looking at the flowers silently. Of course, thinking about those girls from a few weeks ago at the Slug club meeting, how they were talking about you and Mattheo. Did everyone think that way? That’s impossible, he’s him, you’re just you. You barely know jack shit about each other. Sighing, you lay back in the grass and fiddle with the strings on your cardigan. It will never be.

And the coastal town, we never found, will never see a love as pure as it. ‘Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea. ‘Cause it will never be.

-

He stands at your doorframe, knocking on the door rapidly. Hearing you groan on the other side and sheets ruffling. He quickly tries to fix up his messy curls and look at least a hit presentable, you open the door as he’s smoothing out his shirt, he’s in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you’re — well —in your pink unicorn pajama set, that causes him to grin widely. But then he hears your voice murmur a sleepy “Mattheo?” and becomes serious again. “Um—hey.” He smiles gently, out of character for him. “I know it’s late and all, I just had to um.. talk to you.” You rub your eyes and yawn, “Well?” You ask, eyebrows raised expectantly. “I know we aren’t close or anything, but I really fucking like you. I mean—really like you. It’s so weird for me to feel this strongly over.. well, y’know a girl who I barely know. But you’re just different, you make me feel things—things that no one else does.” He watches you watch him nervously, this is really different than the Mattheo you know. “Anyway.. what I’m trying to say is, I think we’d be really good together. I want us to try it out, if you’d have me?” “Mattheo I—“

Gleaming, twinkling, eyes like sinking ships on waters. So inviting, I almost jump in.

-

A/N: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THIS TKAING SO LONG TO WRITE(literally ignore my spelling mistakes wtf) ANYWAY YEAH, LMK IF I SHOUKD MAKE A OART TWO OR SMTHING?????

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

[pan-kojiwa]

𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 -> 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.

CW: Sfw. (A little bit of tension)

WC: 2k

Waffle’s Note: Rin is aged up here, even this it’s not mentioned. It’s my first time ever writing for Rin so he might be a little ooc. A bit of self insert. Also you have a pet owl? Kinda proofread. (I literally had to stop cuz I kept changing/adding things)

You sigh, lost in your thoughts.

You and Itoshi Rin have been acquaintance for two years now. Yes acquaintances. It’s ridiculous right? You’ve been trying to convince him ever since but he just ignore you every time.

You two are friends— if not even best friends because clearly, if it wasn’t the case, how could he explain why ‘acquaintance’ are constantly glued together like you two? How could he explain how well you two know each others so well, to the point where he could see when you were faking a good mood? And come on now— what sensible person would crash at their acquaintance’s apartment out of the blue just to see their pet owl? 

Still, no matter what proof you could possible give him, he simply refused to acknowledge the truth. Yep. Even after two years of friendship—or should you say “acquaintanceship”, you still are a lukewarm nuisance.

Actually, he said pest at first… But you like to think of it as an auditory hallucination on your part. You know— for the sake of your ego.

To be fair, you do annoy him on a daily basis anyway, so you kinda see where he’s coming from. But whatever, he likes to yap about how much you annoy him but never takes action. That man loves your company.

You giggle, your eyes drifting to the ceiling, while your fingers idly tap one of your thigh. Lazily slumped on the couch you sink even deeper into it, your head resting against the armrest as you yawn. Yep, you’re bored.

Last week you needed cleaning supplies for your apartment. So you decided to go to the mall. But you don’t have a car. And you hate the lack of space and the pace of public transportation. So you asked you so generous and awesome friend that happens to have a car to drive you there. But of course he said no. You weren’t surprised though. That’s why you innocently mentioned needing to buy bedding and food for Hoo’ster your pet owl. And of course, as soon as you mentioned your pet, he changed his mind— begrudgingly but you didn’t care about that! 

Terrible mistake. Like people say karma’s a bitch, because you got yourself a ticket to a Friday movie night. Again. ‘Yaaay…’ You keep forgetting about the local video store on the way to mall, that for some reason, always have a display of their most recent arrival of horror movies. Seriously, how it’s only the horror section that gets displayed??

Oh, of course Rin immediately went to buy a copy. 

‘We’re watching in next Friday. You better show up.’ He said. You facepalmed.

A movement to your right jolted you out of your thoughts, making you turn your head. Rin, sitting beside you slightly shifted in his seat, slowly leaning forward. Eyes a little bit widened and the tip of his tongue sticking out. His head is even moving along with the scenes shown on the TV screen. 

You blink. ‘Wow…’ you were definitely used to this sight by now— yet you still look at him with the same fascination you’ve had over the year, dripping in your eyes.

The first time Rin invited you to watch a movie with him, you were ecstatic— well at least until you realised it was a horror movie. But anyway, at first you thought that he was finally warming up to you! You thought that you could ask him a bit more about himself and his hobbies! That you two could chat while watching the movie, even! Oh boy, how wrong were you. It’s also when.. you discover this— quirk, of his? You remember being a bit weirded out back then. You even tried to punch him. You know… to bring him back to reality.

Yet now…

Now, seeing him so fully immersed in the movie this way is… quite endearing.

“ - Rin?” You called out to him.

He doesn’t answer. 

… And that’s all you’ve been waiting for. The game begins.

In this game, you just need to shift Rin’s attention on you. Even if it’s for one second. The moment his eyes leave the screen, you win.

A cunning smile creeps up your face as you gently bite your index finger while trying to contain your excitement. When Rin is in this state, you can do pretty much anything you want to him and he won’t mind. Well not that he won’t mind— he’s just so focused on the movie that he’d basically ignore or let most of your shenanigans slide. 

It’s only fair anyway. Since Rin seems to have a passion in forcing you to watch movies that bore you to death, you’ll certainly enjoy your new passion: annoying the hell out of him when he’s hyper focused.

Of course at times it was pretty challenging, because the movies he chooses are generally pretty good, so nothing you did could really break his focus. But right now you’re confident. A gut feeling tells you that you can do it. 

You shifted on the couch straitening up yourself back into a sitting position. Your lips pressed together in a suppressed smile while your right hand discreetly makes its way to Rin's head, poking it.

“- Rinrin?” 

Of course he shows no reaction. You knew he wouldn’t. It takes more than that.

“- Rinrin~ I’m bored…” You say poking at his left cheek again and again.

“- Rin?” Poke. “- Riiin!” Poke. “- Rinrin.” Poke, poke.

Nothing.

Rin’s eyes are still glued to the screen. It’s as if nothing happened, like you’re not even here. Normally he’d have already smacked your hand away, scowling at you to stop that. But you refuse to let his lack of reaction stop you.

You raise your hand again, about to poke at his side, but he stops you before you can do it, simply grabbing your hand before placing it back on your lap.

‘Hehehe… it’s working’

You start to poke his side again, changing location often to avoid hurting him. And you even shamelessly move closer to him, little by little as you poke him. Until there’s no space left between you two. Then, you place your right hand on the back of his neck.

His head twitches slightly at the touch of your cold hand.

Now, now you just got a big reaction. A sly smile tugged at your lips.

Okay. So now you have to be careful, because breaking someone’s concentration could get them mad somtimes— like really mad. And in Rin’s case, it always result in a fight— not a physical on though. He would just spend days ignoring you, and you didn’t want that.

So to make sure that scenario doesn’t happen, you try to ease him a bit by gently rubbing his back. Your hand slipping further down tracing a line along his spine until you reach the small of his back, making him shiver.

You tilt your head a bit. It’s the first time he’s reacted like this— then again, it’s the first time you touch him like this… ‘Did that tickled?’ you ask yourself. 

Without pulling your hand off his back, you use your left hand to poke his shoulder repeatedly, letting it slide down to poke at his side again.

With a low rumble, Rin slaps your hand away. ‘Oh! There you go!’

You stare at him, trying to meet his eyes, but they’re still glued on the TV. It’s usually at times like this that he gets mad at you and demand you to stop. But right now he just slapped your hand away! You totally have a chance in winning! You almost want to get up and bounce around the room.

When you glance back at him, you immediately notice something. Something important. His tongue. He tucked it back into his mouth! Oh~ You are so winning this little game of yours! And for the first time ever!

Now, you just have to deliver the final strike.

 ‘A kiss on the cheek.’ You thought, internally cheering your victory already. 

You never kissed him on the cheek before— for obvious reasons, it’s Rin duh he won’t let you— so you’re hoping that this bold action would be enough to break the remaining bits of his already thinned concentration. So you went for it, placing just a little peck on his cheek.

But, the second your lips brushes his skin, he spins around, grabbing your arm with his left hand while shoving you a little bit roughly on the couch. You closed your eyes due to the impact.

When you open your eyes again, the first thing you see is Rin on top of you, pinning both of your hands above your head with his left hand, while supporting his weight with his other hand, placed right next to your shoulder. Suddenly, time freeze as you lay there, completely stunned. How are you supposed to react to what is just happening now?

‘What the hell is he doing??’

And what the hell is this situation? Rin Itoshi currently has you pinned down on the couch? This is completely new to you. Rin has never been like this— like grabbing you and shoving you against a wall to cage you between his arms? Never. Why would he even do that? Rin never really touch you. And if he does, it’s to push you away. So yeah, never. You almost thought he was playing a prank on you, for some reason. That is at least, until you meet his eyes.

His gaze on you is cold. Chilling you to the bone. Yet, you can feel the intensity of his stare burning a hole your face.

‘What—’ From then, you desperately try to look for a hint that he’s messing with you. You search desperately in his eyes some form of anger caused by your little game. In vain. There’s not a single drop of hostility or even his usual annoyance in his eyes. Just an intense and fiery gaze piercing through your defence, leaving you speechless.

You try to steady your breath as your eyes start to water from being open without blinking for too long. Your senses went numb yet at same time, you can still feel his hand slightly brushing against your shoulder, his knee pressed on your hip, and every single pore on your face, trying to regulate the rising temperature of your cheeks.

You can feel Rin’s shallow breath matching the rise and fall of your chest.

All the noise in the room disappear, filtered by the intensity of the moment. Your heartbeat is going crazy as he lets go of your hands, still staring you down. His, now, free hand makes its way to your cheek, gently brushing his thumb on your jawline.

He’s still looking at you, with the same burning intensity, which is now way too intense for you as time passes— intense to the point where you’re no longer able to withstand his gaze.

You avert your gaze, turning your head away from him. You feel dizzy, as if the room is spinning. Seeing your reaction, Rin’s hand slowly stoking your cheek, leaves abruptly, making your breath hitch. You got used to its warmth and now the cold sensation of its absence bites your cheek painfully.

You desperately want to say something. You want to ask Rin what has gotten into him, however the lump in your throat is forcing you into silence. It’s the first time that you’ve ever been this shy in front of him. But it’s also the first time that you can’t figure out what he’s thinking at all.

You just know that him pinning you under him this way, makes you feel so tiny— like a little mouse trapped in the paws of a cat. All you can do is to pray that he doesn’t eat you whole.

You finally muster up the courage to face him, turning back your head to face him. And right at that moment, you catch him staring at your lips. Your eyes widen instantly and your breath hitches. You try to say something. Anything. Yet nothing but a quiet squeak comes out, which makes him look back into your eyes.

Though, it’s too late. Your brain has already crashed.

You’re no longer present, well yes, you are because your body is here, but your mind? Long gone—literally evaporated.

Rin just looked at your lips…

You’ve never imagined yourself with him before. It never even crossed your mind once. He’s just a friend, that’s all he’s ever been to you. A friend— well okay a fucking good looking one. You can’t lie about that. And even if his personality can be quite the challenge, once you get to know him he’s not that hard to deal with. So… why does the idea of being in a romantic relationship with him doesn’t bother you at all? Like at all. If he asks you to go out on a date with him, like right now, you’d definitely accept right away.

Now that you think about it… since when did you even started to feel this way about him? Since when do you want to him to hug you and kiss you so badly?

And Rin? Does he feel the same way as you do? Does he feel something more than friendship for you. Is it for this very reason that constantly refuses your hugs and your affection? Was it why he looked at your lips?

As those questions swirl in your head, Rin gets up and turns off the TV, making is way to the kitchen. You bite the inside of your cheek, hearing him sigh softly while one of his hand runs through his hair.

“- Let’s get something to eat. I’m hungry.” He says.

You only nod, still a bit shaken up by what just happened.

In every movie nights, you’re in charge of the food. Rin tells you what he wants to eat and you either make it—when you feel like it, or you order it. But this time you didn’t even ask him what he wanted to eat. You can’t verbally face him yet, a ton of question still spinning in your head making it impossible to focus. Well, to be completely honest, you’re also being too shy to voice any of your questions. Which is really not like you.

Rin sits down on the dining table and looks at you briefly. It’s quiet. You’re quiet. Too quiet. You’ve never been this quiet ever with him, and that seems to bother him deeply. He tsk in annoyance, a frown tugging at his brows as he seats down at the dining table.

“- For someone who’s always pestering me, trying to get a reaction out of me, now that you’ve got it, you’re this quiet? How tepid.”

Your heart begins to race again as he brings up what has just happened. You never expected him to be the one to mention it first.

“ - I was just… It’s weird! You’ve never done that before, that’s why!” You blurt out defensively.

“ - Keep messing with me like that, and I’ll do it again.”

There’s a brief silence and you blink, processing what he’s just said. Did he just...? You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow, well you were used to Rin being bossy— but not like this? Feeling more confident thanks to him, you smirk, your true self slowly coming back out.

“ - I’ll just have to get used to it.” You retort with a challenging tone.

Rin locks eyes with you, and for a brief moment, you spot that same intense look he had earlier when he pinned you down on the couch. And, just as quickly, his gaze shifts to your lips, then back to your eyes.

“ - I’ll just have to shut you up.”

Rin’s phone suddenly rings, cutting through the silent stare down, the building tension between you two had created. And not without glancing at you one last time, he gets up, heading out of the kitchen to answer the call.

You’re left sitting here, heart racing like a wild horse in your chest. A big but dumb grin plastered on your face, your cheeks and ears burning hot, as you couldn’t help but think out loud.

“ - Guess we’re still not friends then.”

GOD… this took longer than expected. I KEPT ADDING STUFF THATS WHY 😭 I yap a lot when i write. I swear it was supposed to be a 700/1K drabble . But anyways I really had fun writing this!! I Got inspired by my interaction with the Rins RP blog! (I love them so much! Shout out to the mods!) I might do one for Sae but Idk yet.

Well thank you if you read till here!

[em-ontv]

Back into the life.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!hunter!reader

Summary: Escaping the hunter life and going to Stanford seemed pretty good until you showed back up into his life again, reeling him back in.

Content: mentions of y/n, Sam’s in Stanford, he used to have a crush on reader, reader is friends with the Winchesters, reader is kind of cocky, mentions of Jess, English is not my first language, pretty fast-paced, not proofread

A/N: few disclaimers here, I haven’t watched supernatural (yet) so Sam may be a bit ooc, I tried my best. There's no specific indication that Sam and the reader have any romantic relationships, you can interpret it however you want, but I definitely did not write this in means of breaking Sam up with Jess. Enjoy :)

Word count: 930

You were in some dive bar, waiting for your next hunt, when your phone buzzed. Dean's name flashed on the screen, and the second you answered, his voice came through, not even a "hello" first before he got straight to the point.

"I need your help."

Typical.

"Hello to you too, sunshine," you responded, leaning back in your chair, feet kicked up onto the table. "It's been—what? Three years? And this is the first thing I hear from you?"

"Cut the crap, y/n. It's Sam, I need him back." Dean said.

Your eyebrows shot up. "Why don't you go ask him yourself?"

"I did. Kid's stubborn. Won't leave that Stanford life of his, but I need him." his exhale came through the phone like he was one breath away from losing it.

There was a pause on your end. Because the thing is, you understood. You did. There was a time where you wanted to leave too—and have something different, a normal life. But hunting? The supernatural world? It never lets you go.

"You're the only one who can get him to listen." Dean's voice snapped you out of the thought.

"Uh-huh, and what makes you think that?" you let out a sound that was close to a scoff and a chuckle.

A beat of silence, and you could nearly hear the smirk on Dean's face through the phone. "Because, sweetheart, Sam's got it bad for you. Always did."

Oh, you knew alright. Sam had always been obvious. Big, doe-eyed stares when all of you were younger, awkward stammering when you caught him looking, and that whole puppy-dog vibe he never could shake. You’d flirt with him just to see him turn red. It was too easy. The boy had it bad, but then he went and ran off to college, leaving everything else behind.

"Please, that was kid's stuff. He's over it." you shrugged it off.

"He's not over it," Dean fired back. "Never was. So, I need you to... you know, use that to get him back."

You almost laughed out loud. "You want me to seduce Sam back into hunting? Seriously?"

"For crying out loud, y/n. And it's not seducing, it's gentle coaxing." Dean rolled his eyes, his tone sarcastic. "But whatever works, I guess."

Well, whatever works. You'd find out soon enough.

—————

The second you parked your car and stepped onto the campus, you could feel yourself being out of place. Students were laughing, lounging under trees, talking about midterms and parties.

Stanford was nice. Too nice.

You waited for the six-foot-four tree of a man that used to trip over his own feet whenever you smiled at him. And soon enough, Sam emerged from the lecture hall, backpack slung over his shoulder, hair a little longer, looking every bit the normal, happy college student. He hadn’t seen you yet. Oh, this was gonna be fun.

Before you could even call his name, Sam looked up. His entire body froze mid-step. The look on his face was priceless—equal parts shock and panic, with just a dash of "oh no, she’s here." He blinked, then blinked again, clearly trying to process that you, of all people, were standing in front of him.

"y/n? What—what are you doing here?" He stammered, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

You crossed your arms, that familiar cocky smile playing on your lips. “Oh, you know. Came to say hi, check in on you."

He fumbled with his backpack strap, eyes darting around like he was hoping this was some weird dream and he’d wake up soon. “Well, I've been doing well. Studying law."

"Law, huh?" your eyes glanced over to the backpack he was holding. "Sounds pretty boring for a guy who used to get his hands dirty killing vamps."

Sam's face fell, and you almost felt bad. Almost.

"Look," you said, getting to the point. "Dean needs you back."

His jaw clenched. "I told him no."

"Well, I'm telling you yes."

There was a pause as Sam looked at you, like he was trying to figure out if you were serious. "You're just like Dean, you know that?"

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

You just smiled and shrugged, unfazed.

Sam sighed heavily. “y/n, I’ve got a life here. I’ve got—”

“A girlfriend, I know,” you cut in. “Dean mentioned her. Jessica, right?”

His eyes flickered.

“And she’s nice, I’m sure. Sweet. Normal. Everything you want.” you exhaled softly. “But let’s be real, Sam. You can’t outrun this life. It’s in your blood. You’re a hunter, always will be.”

Sam swallowed hard. He stared at you like he was still trying to wrap his head around why you'd come all this way to pull him back into a world he thought he left behind.

“I left for a reason,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

"And I'm sure it's a good reason, Sam." your eyes softened at his words. "But sometimes, life drags you back."

"Dean needs you," you started.

"And I need you too."

Oh. That card.

Sam’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he looked like a nervous teenager again, the way he always used to when you were around him.

Finally, he sighed, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Fine. I’ll come. But I’m doing it for Dean.”

“Uh-huh,” you raised your eyebrows, already spinning around to head to your car. “I know.”

As you walked away, Sam trailing behind you, you couldn’t help but grin. Dean had been right. And Sam?

Well… Sam never stood a chance against you.

[miyadollie]

𐙚 DRAWN INTO YOU part one ♡ . part two ★ starring fine arts student sunghoon x fem cs student reader ☆ wc 1k ☆ has fluff , slow burn(ish) , comfort fic material <3 , slightly ooc hoonie ☆ miya says !! PLEASE NOTE that even if ur not a cs student u can still enjoy this fic TT i just couldnt write vaguely for a subject so i mentioned cs , its only mentioned like twice so u can ignore it :3

part one — the first sketch you don’t see him at first.

the campus lawn is uneven in places, but you’ve found a spot where the grass is soft and doesn’t stain. it’s early in the semester, the sun mild and slanting, and there’s enough wind to keep the heat from clinging to your skin. you have your laptop open, knees drawn close, and fingers paused mid-code. there’s a bug in your program you can’t quite trace, and every time you run it, something new goes wrong.

you sigh and sit back. a straw wrapper flutters beside your shoe.

a few metres away, someone else is sketching. you don’t know that.

he’s sitting beneath one of the older trees, branches stitched like quiet lace above his head. he wasn’t planning to draw today—his studio assignment’s due in two weeks and he’s behind on his sculpture work—but he saw you hunched over your screen and couldn’t look away.

you look like a still from a film, unposed. real. a little frown between your brows, your thumb absently brushing the corner of your keyboard as you think.

he sketches quietly. not all at once, not with grand movements, but in pieces. the curve of your wrist. the way your hair catches the sun. the subtle shift in your posture when something clicks in your mind.

you don’t see him.

but he’s already seen you.

—

you meet three weeks later.

it’s at a mixer organized by your department—not the kind of event you usually attend. but your roommate dragged you along with promises of free food and the chance to meet upperclassmen who could share notes.

the room is too warm, crowded with students standing in half-circles, laughing a little too loud. you linger by the table with the juice boxes, scanning for a quiet exit.

then someone says your name.

you turn and find him there. tall. calm. familiar in a way you can’t place.

“you’re in cs, right?” he asks. his voice is even, low. “i’ve seen you around.”

you nod slowly. “yeah.”

“i’m sunghoon. fine arts.”

“oh,” you say, unsure what to follow it with.

he offers a small smile. it doesn’t feel forced. “i like this room. the light’s soft.”

you blink. “sure. if you say so.”

“do you mind if i sit?”

you hesitate, then step aside. “it’s not my table.”

he smiles again. “thanks.”

—

it becomes easier after that.

you see him again in the library, head bowed over a sketchbook instead of a textbook. you wave, unsure if he’ll remember you. he does.

you’re not used to people like him. he’s quiet, but not shy. his silences are deliberate, never awkward. and when he talks, he listens more than he speaks.

you find out he’s in his third year. that he’s focusing on portraits and figurative sculpture. that he doesn’t like drawing digitally—it feels too clean, he says.

you tell him you’re trying to survive data structures. that you hate recursion with a passion. that you like rainy days because they sound like static.

he tells you he understands that. he doesn’t say much more.

but you catch him doodling in the corner of your notebook one day when you’re explaining something on your screen.

he draws a tiny umbrella.

—

the first time you see his art is by accident.

you’re walking past the art building on your way to your afternoon class when you glance through one of the open windows. there’s a display board near the entrance. it’s a student showcase—drawings pinned up with small cards bearing names.

you stop when you see your face.

not exactly, but close. not photographic, but observant. the curve of your chin, the slight slouch in your posture, the way your hair frays at the ends.

you look at the name beneath it.

park sunghoon.

your heart skips.

you don’t bring it up the next time you see him.

but when he catches you looking at his pencil case, crowded with loose graphite sticks and smudged kneaded erasers, he just says,

“you’re easy to draw.”

you don’t know what to say to that.

so you say nothing.

he doesn’t seem to mind.

—

it’s not sudden, the way he becomes a part of your days. it’s not loud. there’s no click, no big moment. he’s just there. steady.

you sit together sometimes. share snacks. talk about nothing in particular—classes, professors, how the vending machine always eats your coins.

one evening, when the air turns cool and you’re both sitting on the steps outside the library, you ask him why he draws people.

he thinks for a moment.

“because they move,” he says finally. “even when they’re still.”

you think about that for a long time.

you don’t realise you’ve started watching him the same way he watches the world.

you notice the way he tugs his sleeve over his hand when he’s thinking. how he tilts his head when he’s reading. how he glances at you sometimes—not with expectation, but like he’s taking a mental photograph.

you wonder if he notices how you’ve stopped sitting on the lawn with your laptop alone. if he knows you check the art building window every time you pass it.

you think he does.

but he doesn’t say it.

and neither do you.

—

it’s weeks before he brings it up.

you’re in the campus café, laptop open between you, your drink long forgotten. you’re trying to debug something, muttering under your breath, when he sets his pencil down.

“you’d make a good subject,” he says, not looking at you.

you glance over. “subject?”

he nods. “for a piece. a project i’ve been thinking about.”

you blink. “you want to draw me?”

he shrugs slightly. “maybe.”

you close your laptop. “is this how you ask?”

he looks up then. there’s no teasing in his expression. just quiet honesty.

“i’d like to try. only if you’re okay with it.”

you stare at him for a beat.

then you nod.

“okay.”

that’s how it begins.

you don’t know what it means yet. what it’ll become.

but in that moment, it feels like something’s begun.

and for once, you don’t overthink it.

tbc in part 2 please please please leave a heart emoji in the comments or rb w a heart emoji if u enjoyed reading till here ! it helps me understand how many ppl enjoy my work and motivate me to keep writing <3

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[jeonstellate]

timestamp: laurels

it’s 2:14 pm when you spot tony in the crowd.

๑彡 platonic!tony stark x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 adopted child!au — mentions of kidnapping — fluff

๑彡 paragraph format — 0.7K words

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๑彡 i don’t think i’ve ever projected this hard on any of my works before, but— my sincere apologies bc i made yn a college of engineering student, like i am *insert exhaling emoji here*

๑彡 if you think tony’s a little too ooc here . . . that’s bc he’s based on endgame!tony — specifically his dynamic with morgan :D

You, [full name], are the child of Tony Stark— the Tony Stark. Not biologically in any way, but treated like one nevertheless.

A blessing it might be to remember whenever you’re around your adoptive father and everyone close to him, it’s also a curse the media loves to remind you every chance they get. They are extremely selective about when they consider you a Stark — and it all depends on the narrative they want to push. Effectively, you’re only a Stark in their eyes whenever you do something they deem unbecoming of the name.

Your father Tony does his best to shield you from all the negative attention that comes with being his child. His efforts go beyond suing reporters and paparazzi to oblivion — and assigning shadow bodyguards to keep you safe. He gives you the freedom to live normally as well, which includes bestowing you another name that flies under the radar. [First name] Carbonell.

[First name] Carbonell who just decided to participate in their university’s hack-a-thon on a whim. Who didn’t even tell their dad where they disappeared to on a weekend. And who just got called onto the makeshift stage.

"Congratulations," your old Assembly Language Programming professor greets you as you shake his hand and accept the 3D-printed trophy he’s offering you.

So much for only attending for the free merch.

(You came for the workshops, too, of course. But it was never in your plan to code something, especially with a clock set so tight, let alone submit something for judging. It just kind of . . . happened.)

You give a small, polite smile. "Thank you."

Once more, the crowd roars with applause. However, this time, it’s accompanied by a familiar celebratory whistle. Dad.

You locate him just before the shutter clicks. Your winning photo immortalizes your genuine reaction to spotting your dad in the crowd.

You run to him immediately after descending from the makeshift stage. He catches you in an embrace. "Congratulations, [nickname]." You melt into the hug as he plants a kiss on top of your head. "I’m proud of you."

Truth be told, you never imagined that you two would reach this point. You were convinced that you were meant to die in fourth grade, when HYDRA kidnapped you as petty revenge to your SHIELD agent biological parents. It was only by pure luck that the Avengers found you when they did — especially when they weren’t even looking for you in the first place. Although it wasn’t Iron Man who found you first, you clung to Tony since then because he reminded you of your biological father the most.

Tony, for his part, as he later admitted to you during your junior year of high school, had been hesitant to take you in himself. He cared for you a lot, to the point that he had been convinced you deserved a better guardian than he could ever be. Yet, at the same time, the thought of never seeing you again was too much to bear.

The two of you had to figure things out along the way. And you’d like to think you have done well in doing your respective best.

"Thanks, Dad." You tighten your hold on him, unwilling to let go just yet. "Means a lot."

Later, when your dad had enough photos of you with your trophy in his phone, he takes you to a hamburger joint. He had denied your request to have donuts for lunch, but he did promise to get a couple dozen for dessert.

"How did you know I was on campus?" You ask as you unwrap more of your burger.

Your dad, who hasn’t peeled off his photostatic veil and stripped off his disguise, nonchalantly relies, "JARVIS tattled on you."

You stop mid-bite because of that. "Dad! You said you removed that protocol!"

"I did." His burger suddenly appears the most interesting thing to look at. "I just asked JARVIS where you were because I wanted to have lunch."

Your eyes soften. University has been . . . a lot. You haven’t been able to join your dad for meals, much less hang around his workshop like you always did when you were younger.

You thought nothing it, really. Partly because you’ve been too busy to think about it, but mostly because you assumed he wouldn’t care. After all, you still live with him — and you two see each other in the hallways every-so-often at midnight.

It never occurred to you that your dad will miss you, even when he still has everything keeping him occupied. "I miss you, too, you know."

[scariusaquarius]

rehab. 23.

Avenger! Bucky Barnes x Winter Soldier! Fem! Reader

Summary: While on a mission to find any more possible super soldiers that were a part of the Winter Soldier program, Steve and Bucky make a discovery in an abandoned HYDRA base that was cleared out a few years prior to their mission. They discover the Reader, a long-forgotten soldier that was still asleep within a functioning cryostasis pod; still awaiting orders. While Bucky isn't happy about it, he is put up to the challenge of helping to rehabilitate the soldier in Wakanda where she may be able to become a person again.

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A/n: The scene that is in this chapter is a bit dark and may be a bit ooc, but I think it would be cathartic for Bucky to do this. I personally don't think that Bucky would make many rash decisions like this, but i DO think it kinda fits the character profile of Bucky for this particular moment. Let me know what you guys think!! Also, if you enjoy my work, please consider buying me a coffee! If you would prefer to read Rehab on Archive, you may do so right HERE!

This is an au where Bucky joined the avengers but still rehabilitated in Wakanda (sometime before Infinity War [canon divergent cause NOPE]). I am NOT fluent in Russian, so I did use google translate cause I couldn't find a good translator that I trusted. If anything is wrong, PLEASE let me know!! Also, I tried to list as many warnings as possible so you know what the story will contain as chapters are posted. Stay safe!

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Genre: Slowburn, Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Humor, Drama, Dark Content Rated: Explicit Warning: Angst, Dark Content: Graphic Depictions of Sexual Assault, Blood and Gore, Mentions of Manipulation, Kidnapping, Canon-Typical Violence, Body Horror, Nonconsensual Body Modification/Scarring, Emotional and Physical Abuse, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts/Ideation, Graphic Depictions of Human Remains, Mentions of Sexual Coercion/Manipulation, Death, Misuse of Drugs/Forced Drugging, Self-Harm (Graphic Depictions and Mentions), Nightmares

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Author: ScariusAquarius

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rehab masterlist. chapter 22

In the dungeons of the Wakandan Kingdom, Wanda, Clint, T'Challa, and Steve were all standing in front of Jack Rollins. The man was still out of it, his eyes still glowing red as Wanda kept him catatonic, and T'Challa glanced over at Steve as he spoke.

"Isithunzi almost completely destroyed the heart-shaped herb garden, Mr. Rogers."

Steve winced gently, opening his mouth to begin listing off every apology he knew in the book, but was stopped by T'Challa raising his hand to signal for Steve to just listen.

"She is not in trouble...but we have moved her back to the labs for the time-being with Shuri and Mr. Stark. I aim to have the bill sent directly to Stark Industries."

Clint chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he spoke.

"I bet he didn't see that coming."

T'Challa, however, was the one who smiled smugly as he regarded Clint with an 'i-told-you-so' look on his face.

"He was the one who offered to pay."

Clint's smile fell from his face, and they were both interrupted by Wanda humming softly.

"Shall we get started?"

Steve's frown deepened, nodding to Wanda, and she released Jack Rollins from his controlled stupor. His eyes blinked heavily, trying to gather his bearings, and when Jack Rollins was present, his gaze landed on Steve and a sneer spread across his lips and cheeks.

"It seems that we meet again, Captain Rogers."

Steve's body bristled at the man's voice, his blue eyes steeling as he gazed long and hard at him. At first, Steve wasn't sure if he wanted to grace the man with a response, but Steve swallowed his pride to reply back curtly.

"So it seems."

Rollins grinned before glancing around and asking with a cocky tone to his voice.

"I see that Barnes is not with us...couldn't handle seeing his favorite Handler, could he?"

Clint shared a look with Wanda as Wanda's finger crackled with power, her anger rising with his arrogant demeanor and words, and with a gentle touch of his hand on her wrist, Clint calmed Wanda before she took a deep breath to center herself again. T'Challa, however, stayed emotionless the whole time Rollins spoke. Steve replied sharply, shaking his head slightly.

"We're not here to talk about Barnes."

Rollins laughed cruelly, raising his brow a bit.

"Right, right, we're here to talk about my favorite asset, aren't we? That's why you've been hunting me...to make me pay for training and enforcing HYDRA's greatest creation, isn't it?"

Clint quipped, his gaze becoming stern as the softness immediately left his face.

"Don't think so highly of yourself just yet. Makes you look arrogant."

Although Rollins didn't show it, there was a flash of confusion that flickered within his eyes before leaving, and T'Challa finally spoke.

"Where are your operatives hiding within my kingdom? Seeing as you planted someone within, there must be something more that you are wanting other than the woman, no?"

Rollins chuckled, shaking his head as he kicked back the best he could in the chair that he was tied to.

"Now, why would I ever tell you that? I promise you, there's not a single thing that you will know: not now, not ever, and not even with the help of your little witch."

Rollins closed his mouth, his tongue subtly fiddling within the orifice for the false tooth that held a hidden pill of cyanide, but when Rollins found that the tooth was missing, his smirk completely vanished as a sense of dread filled him.

"Look familiar?"

A hand came from around him, a subtle chill going through Rollins as Natasha peeked her head around from behind him, a smirk on her face as she showed the false tooth and cyanide pill that was pinched between her two fingers.

"Oldest trick in the book, but unlucky for you, the most well-known. You're not getting out of this one so easily, Rollins. I'm almost sad you wanted to leave so soon."

Although he didn't show it, Rollins was beginning to grow anxious. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he glared up at them all as Natasha crushed both the tooth and the pill, rendering his final escape useless. T'Challa's face contorted into one of annoyance, repeating.

"I will not be so nice this one final time: Where are your operatives hiding?"

"Fuck you."

Rollins spat out, and T'Challa's eyes flicked to Wanda, who immediately raised her hands. Rollins tried to resist, growling and hissing as he thrashed in his seat, but he was no match for the Avenger's telepathic abilities. His eyes glowed red, and he mumbled out almost robotically as his body relaxed.

"We have a unit hiding within the Serpent's Valley awaiting orders...three are within the kingdom disguised as scientists."

Steve then asked before T'Challa could ask another question.

"Where is the rest of HYDRA?"

Rollins, even though he was under the influence of Wanda's power, smirked just the slightest.

"Spread throughout the globe."

"Exact locations. Now."

Clint ordered, and Rollins' face contorted into pain as he tried to resist. However, Wanda wasn't having any of it. A frown came across her face as her fingers twitched and curled, red tendrils exiting and entering his head repeatedly, and Rollins' whined slightly before he began to list off every location that he knew.

The moment that he finished, Steve waved his hand, and Wanda immediately stopped controlling him. There was a slight bead of sweat running down Rollins' temple, and when Wanda backed away, Rollins immediately began to go on a tirade.

"Just what do you think you will accomplish, huh? You can try all that you want, but HYDRA will always prevail! The Winter Soldiers belong to us, and when they remember, it will be over!"

Steve just turned around and stomped out, unable to listen to Rollins anymore, but his echoing voice made Steve pause for a moment.

"It will never end, Steven Rogers! You can kill all of HYDRA, but you will never kill what we have accomplished! We will be reborn again and again, and there's nothing that you can do to stop it!"

Jack's voice was abruptly cut short, and it was only then that Steve began to walk away again. When Steve finally exited the dungeon, the handle to the door was bent into an imprint of his hand and a crack appeared in the wall from the force of him slamming the door shut.

-BUCKY-

The air around him was cold; freezing him to his core, but nothing like the cold of cryostasis. Snow covered the ground around him, thick and slushed and colored brown from dirt beneath his boots as he stood in the middle of the road.

Although it was nighttime, the moonlight heavy upon him, there was a bright and fiery orange light that flickered before him as Bucky stood in front of a car that was flipped and raging with fire.

He remembered how it happened.

Bucky remembered the order given to follow Doris, to sit and wait for her to pass, to do whatever it took to get the asset back. He remembered how he had stepped behind the rushing car, watching the way Doris' eyes had widened within the rearview mirror at seeing him before the explosive he had shot at the car exploded. He could hear the crunching of metal as the car flipped harshly onto its hood and was set ablaze.

The smell of burning rubber and flesh was impalpable, filling the air like a rotten perfume as the wind blew gently, and Bucky could only watch; trapped in his own mind, his dream, his memory.

The screams of pain were unmistakable; cries of horror and fear echoing around the emptiness of the night, and Bucky remembered that he did not feel anything but empty.

His steps were slow and deliberate as he approached, the black smoke blending in with the darkness of the night as it rose to the heavens that neither he nor the asset would ever reach. When the Soldier approached the car, he could hear the woman's sobs clearly as if he was truly here in this moment as if it wasn't a memory but real life.

'Mom?! Mom, wake up! Mom, please! I...I can't feel my legs...I can't breathe!'

The woman was hyperventilating, her legs crushed beneath the dashboard that had caved in from the fragility of the frame of the car, blood gushing around her from the extremity of her wounds. She was folded almost completely, her ability to breathe compromised, and the woman did not seem to notice that he was there. The asset was crying harder, pleading.

"Momma, please wake up! We...we gotta get out!"

The traitor would not respond. The Soldier knew that the second that the car had exploded and flipped that the woman was dead upon impact. Now, all that she had become was a pile of putrid burning flesh, her skin beginning to grow blistered and black as the fire slowly consumed her.

His metal hand grabbed the passenger door, ripping it clean off of its hinges before he grabbed the asset by the back of her neck. Despite her alertness, the bloodloss and pain was making her delirious.

Bucky remembered how she had screamed when he forcefully pulled her from the car, not giving any mind or sympathy for her broken legs. Her screams echoed around him, but the Soldier paid no mind.

Nobody would hear her. Just as it was supposed to be.

In order to ensure the asset was not dead, the Soldier spun her onto her back, her eyes unfocused and wild as she choked and cried.

"Momma...Momma...!"

She would not survive very long, and it would not be acceptable if he failed in his mission. Allowing the woman to drop carelessly onto the ground, the Soldier turned to the car to ensure that the traitor was, in fact, dead before the Soldier grabbed the asset by the scruff of her neck and began to drag her down the street to the waiting vehicle.

He was not sympathetic. He felt nothing for the woman as he carelessly shoved her into the backseat, her moans and whines inciting nothing but indifference to the Soldier who only cared about fulfilling his mission.

Once she was secured, the Soldier slid into the front seat of the vehicle and began to drive to the extraction point, passing the car and never giving it another glance.

He remembered how (Y/n) became sick, choking on her own vomit before she was able to spit it out, but the Soldier did not care, even as the light of the fire disappeared from the rearview mirror.

"Well done, soldier. Bring her inside."

He remembered the emotionless agent gesturing for him to get out when he arrived to the (L/n) residence, his enforcer waiting to escort him to the basement where the lab was situated. The Soldier was carrying the woman, her eyes fluttering as she glanced around tiredly before he placed her upon the table where scientists began to surround her.

He stood by, watching as she became coherent slightly, her voice filled with fear as she whimpered.

'What's happening? Where's my mom?'

One of the doctor's who hadn't been on the project long had looked perturbed when he looked down at the woman, asking the main surgeon who looked annoyed to be in the lab.

'Isn't this Robert's kid?'

The surgeon had waved him off, Bucky watching quietly as he stood against the wall; still and awaiting his next order.

'Go page him. Administer the sedative and begin operation.'

As the doctor prepared, Bucky remembered the way the woman had looked at him finally, asking with desperation.

'Who are you?'

That was when the surgeon became upset, demanding the asset be quieted, and Bucky remembered how he had done nothing; could do nothing but watch the whole time they operated upon her. He watched the whole time they administered the super soldier serum that was specifically tailored just for her; watched the way her legs painfully snapped back into place and healed as they worked.

Yes, Bucky remembered it all.

When Bucky woke up, he woke up with a gasp. His heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through him, and though Bucky wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep; the exhaustion of the last few days catching up with him, Bucky couldn't help but to cry and clutch at his head.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry...I'm so fucking sorry."

He was inconsolable, sobbing hard into the darkness of the room he had taken refuge in before a tendril of red light found him. Bucky glanced down, watching as it brushed against his leg, and the feeling of gentle calmness filled him.

It did not completely wash everything away, the tears still falling, but Bucky was no longer panicking. Wanda's gentle voice within his mind uttered a single word.

"Dungeons."

Bucky knew immediately. His resolve slowly came back, his body tensing, and the man stood up from the harsh cold of the floor. His shoulders were squared, his long hair hanging in front of his eyes before he glared at the door; an inexorable and deep-rooted anger filling his body.

If Rollins wanted HYDRA and the Winter Soldier, then Bucky would give it to him one-last time.

His steps were silent; moving like a ghost through the quiet kingdom as he made his way to the dungeons, and when he entered, it was silent. With Bucky's enhanced hearing, however, he could hear Rollins breathing; his beating heart that was slow as the man dozed.

Bucky's vibranium hand was clenched, his breath muffled by the mask upon his face, and when he arrived at Rollins' cell, he watched as Rollins slowly opened his eyes. A smirk filled his face, his eyes arrogant as the man greeted him.

"Привет, Зимний Солдат." (hello, winter soldier)

Bucky didn't respond. Instead, his hand gripped the door and tugged with enough force to break through; his anger unshakeable and the adrenaline enhancing his pre-existing inhuman strength. Once inside, Bucky tugged the door shut, and turned back to Rollins. Standing before him, Bucky delivered to the man a single statement.

"Пришло время твоего наказания, товарищ." (it is time for your punishment, comrade.)

Rollins' arrogant look was wiped from his face. Instead, an expression of anger came over him, his words hissed.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Bucky stated firmly before rearing his fist back.

"Завершаю свою миссию." (I am completing my mission.)

His first connected with Rollins' stomach, the man letting out a gag as he doubled over, and Bucky could not capitulate his assault. In truth, Bucky's mind became empty and quiet as he beat the man; blood covering his knuckles and bones shattering beneath the weight of his fist.

If Rollins shouted in pain, Bucky silenced him swiftly. If Rollins cried, Bucky delivered more blows. If Rollins made a single sound, Bucky was quick to make Rollins remember how silence was the only thing acceptable.

When the man was completely beaten and broken and teetering on the edge of consciousness and passing out, Bucky finally stopped and stood. Tearing his mask off, Bucky's lips were curled back in a sneer, his teeth clenched and nostrils flaring. Rollins, however, let out a weak chuckle as he looked in Bucky's general direction despite not being able to see him due to both of his eyes being swollen completely shut.

"What...makes you think...you can save her?"

Bucky stayed silent, his fists clenching harder and his metal arm whirring and clicking loudly as the plates shifted into a tighter formation.

"You...are no better than we are...you...you dirty slut."

With a swift kick to Rollins jaw, the man was out cold, his jaw broken and hanging limply. His muscles were taut, tightened almost painfully from his anger, and Bucky took a moment to calm his hyperventilated breaths.

"I never said that I was."

Bucky quietly exited the cell, forcing it closed again, and he froze when he felt a presence within the hall with him. Turning his gaze, he found Tony staring at him.

Bucky was silent, regarding Tony cautiously, and Tony slowly stepped towards him and stopped to look into the cell. After a moment of observing the scene, Tony finally looked at Bucky and asked him.

"Did you get it out of your system?"

His tone was flat-no mockery or anger detected. It caught Bucky off guard for a second before the man looked away, muttering after a pregnant pause.

"Yeah....for now."

Tony sighed, but there was no gravity behind it. Rubbing his jaw, Tony hummed.

"Guess it was gonna happen at some point or another."

Bucky shook his head, his voice low as he replied, a strange feeling of being cornered coming over him.

"He deserves worse."

Tony's voice became quiet, agreeing.

"Yeah. Maybe he did."

There was a silence that came between them and stretched for a long moment; heavy, like old scars that hadn’t quite faded. It went on for another minute before Tony glanced at Bucky and forewarned him.

"Listen, Barnes, I get it, but you don't get to lose yourself again. Not now."

Bucky clenched his teeth, offended as he glared at Tony.

"I didn't lose myself. I chose this."

"Yeah, well, that's the part that worries me."

Tony shot back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he glared right back at Bucky. Bucky scoffed before spinning around toward the entrance of the dungeons, hissing.

"If you have something to say, Stark, then just say it."

Tony was quiet, ruminating over what to say. After a moment of staring back into the cell, his voice became soft again, stating.

“He said you can’t save her.”

Bucky tensed from his words, his steps towards the door faltering just the slightest.

“You think you can?”

Bucky stopped in his tracks, but didn't dare to turn around to look at the man.

“I have to...if only to amend the things that I've done.”

Tony nodded slowly.

“Yeah. That’s the answer I was hoping for.”

There was no judgement nor venom within Tony's voice, but instead a strange sound of almost understanding and exhaustion, and it made Bucky confused. Staring down at the ground, Bucky didn't know how to respond.

Bucky lingered a moment longer—letting the echo of the past fade before he made his way back to the surface and left Tony standing in front of the cell.

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STORY NOTES: Wanda, Clint, T'Challa, and Steve are in the dungeons with Jack Rollins. While Wanda continues to keep Rollins under her control, T'Challa informs Steve that (Y/n) almost completely destroyed the heart-shaped herb garden. Steve, feeling guilting, tries to apologize but it rendered quiet by T'Challa. T'Challa informs Steve that (Y/n) is not in trouble, but has been moved to Shuri's lab with Tony. He reveals that Tony offered to pay for the damages himself after Clint tries to make a joke, which makes Clint's jab backfire.

Before the man can become even more distracted, Wanda asks if they would like to begin the interrogation. She releases Rollins from her control, and once he is oriented, he directly addresses Steve. He asks where Bucky is, but Steve is firm in telling Rollins that Bucky is not the point of the conversation. Rollins agrees, instead making a jab at (Y/n), which Clint quickly responds to. Before Rollins can say anything else, T'Challa asks Rollins where his operatives are hiding. Rollins refuses to tell him, and in order not to compromise HYDRA, tries to take the cyanide pill that is within a false tooth. However, he is dumbfounded when the tooth and pill are missing. Natasha reveals that she took the tooth and pill out, remarking that Rollins wasn't going to get out of interrogation so easily.

T'Challa tries to ask him again, but this time, Rollins curses at the king. T'Challa gestures to Wanda, who uses her telepathic ability to force Rollins to tell everyone where his operatives are hiding. Rollins reveals where his unit has hidden themselves, as well as where the planted agents are, and Steve immediately asks where the rest of HYDRA is. When Rollins gives a vague answer, Clint demands the exact locations, and Rollins is forced to answer every location that he knows. When Wanda relinquishes her control, Rollins becomes angry, propagating that HYDRA will never cease to exist and will prevail. Jack is abruptly cut short by unknown means, and the scene changes.

Bucky is having a dream of the memory of him retrieving (Y/n) when he was the Winter Soldier the night Doris and (Y/n) tried to leave for Baltimore. It is revealed that the car they were driving was bombed and flipped, Doris dying almost immediately. (Y/n), however, somehow survived despite both of her legs being crushed from the accident. He remembers how (Y/n) begged for her mother to wake up, and how the fire had already begun to consume Doris' body. He remembers transporting (Y/n) back to her home where Robert's lab was situated, hidden within the basement where many HYDRA agents are waiting. Bucky remembers being present for the whole operation before he finally wakes up from the dream. Bucky immediately begins to cry, apologizing quietly before Wanda reaches out to him with her power, calming him before telling him exactly where Rollins is.

In a moment of rage, Bucky decides to go to the dungeons to confront Rollins, slipping into his Winter Soldier mindset easily (although not truly becoming the Winter Soldier and maintaining his conscious). When Rollins greets him, Bucky asks if he is ready for his punishment, which Rollins immediately becomes enraged. When he asks what Bucky was doing, the man responds by telling Rollins he is completing his mission before beginning to beat Rollins unconscious. It is alluded that this cathartic act of violence goes on for a while, and when Rollins taunts Bucky for one last time, Bucky knocks the man out before leaving the cell. Waiting for him, however, is Tony.

Tony asks if Bucky 'got it out of his system,' and when Bucky flatly replies, Tony subtly dismisses him. Instead, he tells Bucky that while he understands where Bucky is coming from, he doesn't get to turn into the Winter Soldier and 'lose himself'. Bucky denies this, stating that he chose to do this to Rollins, and Tony is quick to respond. The moment becomes heated, Bucky snapping at Tony to say what it is that he wanted to say, but Tony deflects. He asks Bucky if he wants to save (Y/n), in which Bucky confirms. Tony simply responds by saying that he was hoping for that answer before ending the conversation, and Bucky leaves the dungeon, leaving Tony standing in front of the aftermath of his encounter with Rollins. End scene.

TRANSLATIONS:

Isithunzi - Xhosa for [the] shadow/shade

Привет, Зимний Солдат - Hello, Winter Soldier

Пришло время твоего наказания, товарищ. - It's time for your punishment, comrade.

Завершаю свою миссию - I am completing my mission.

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