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stargirlrchive · 1 year

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folklore: invisible string ✩ jake sully

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summary: jake sully x female!reader, no use of y/n, fluffy goodness, so sweet TW!! eluded to death due to child birth

word count: 1,828

sempul (n) - father ; sa’nok (n) - mother

‘ite (n) - daughter ; ‘itan (n) - son

tanhì (n) - star ; tsuk/tsmuk (n) - brother

atokirina (n) - woodsprites ; seeds of the sacred tree

comments: cannot believe we are done w/ the series! this is so sweet, my pookie <3 (reader) is so happy so fucking deserved like my bae went through hell and back LMAOOO thank you so so much for the support y’all have given the folklore series, it really does mean the world to me. i will be posting few a drabbles for the story, just some things i wanted added but was never able to make fit correctly (i have 3 little idea so far, so folklore isn't really over haha) okok bye mwahhh ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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It took so much time to get the children to trust you and Jake again, not that you blamed them. You did keep such a big part of your life locked away, and it was hard to believe that you had really mated. It was more so hard for them to trust Jake again, because despite your persistence in trying to ease the tension they couldn’t believe it. They couldn’t believe their father was capable of doing that.

However things changed many months down the line when Neteyam found you near the coastline, paler than normal and burning in fever. “Sa’nok! Are you okay?”

“Mhm!”

You felt bile quickly rising up your throat, trying to force its way out of your mouth. You took deep breaths to try and still the rapid beating of your heart. You had chills wracking your body and you were dizzy as you stumbled slightly towards your eldest son. “Take me to Ronal?”

Neteyam’s mind was racing, brain trying to come up with what illness was causing all your symptoms but his brain was coming up blank. He led you quickly to Ronal, not caring who he bumped into as he noticed how hard it was for you to focus, “Ms.Ronal-Ma’Sa’nok is unwell.”

Neteyam was nibbling on his lip nervously, helping you lay down as Ronal tsk’ed quietly.

You were a dull blue, body sticky with cold sweat and Ronal had a feeling. She already knew the second Neteyam brought you in. Ronal laughed quietly, shaking her head in amusement as she began her evaluation. Poking lightly at your palms and stomach, pushing down with gentle fingers to your abdomen and she was unsurprised to find that your stomach felt hard. The tiniest of bumps protruding from your belly as you laid flat on the floor, “Neteyam, bring your father.”

Neteyam was up quickly, running through the sea of Metkayina Na’vi as he looked for his father. After what felt like hours, Neteyam found Jake. He was past the reef, training Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk to do who knows what. “Sir! Ma’ is sick!”

Jake willed his Ilu to move quickly through the water, worry pumping through his veins as he saw his oldest son so distraught. “What do you mean, ‘itan?”

“She-we were by the shore and she just got really sick. I took her to the Tsahik and Ms.Ronal asked me to get you. I-I don’t know anything else.”

Jake rode his Ilu as close to the shore as he could, sprinting out of the water to make it to you as fast as possible. His heart pumping so fast he heard it beating in his ears, ignoring the Na’vi greeting him. He felt sick, hundreds of possibilities swirling through his mind and they were all negative. Things had just started to look up and though uncommon for Na’vi’s to pass away from illness at such a young age he couldn't help but doubt in the Great Mother. Everything he touched burnt out, fizzled and turned to ash. The thought of something terrible happening to you was far too much for him to accept.

He bursted through Ronal’s mauri, causing the Tsahik to jump slightly at the unexpected commotion. Her eyes squinted at him in annoyance, “You scared me!”

Jake ignored her, “What’s wrong with her?”

His hands balled into fist, nerves wracking his whole body as he saw how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open. “Nothing is wrong with her-she is pregnant.”

Jake’s mouth fell slack, eyes blinking rapidly as he froze before Ronal. “Wha-are you sure?”

Ronal’s eyes rolled, standing up as her own babe began to whine not far behind them. She picked up the small girl up and began rocking her as she made her way outside of the mauri. “Of course I am sure. She most likely did not eat today and the heat exhausted her.”

Jake was watching you and tears welled his eyes, a watery laugh left his throat as he sank down beside you. “I have left her something to eat, and some remedies to help with the nausea.”

- pandora, awa’tula, 2173 -

You groaned uncomfortably, thump after thump pressing against your stomach as you sat cross legged on the mauri floor. Trying to weave a bracelet despite the discomfort in your stomach. Jake was trying hard not to laugh, you were so stubborn and refused to let him assist you.

He cradled Ney’la in his arms, the three year old girl babbling happily as she pulled at his hair. Tuk was pressed tightly beside you, making a necklace for her youngest sister. She was so happy to no longer be the baby of the family. “Sa’nok, are you okay?”

You forced a smile as the twelve year old pressed a hand to your swollen bump, trying to comfort you as best she could. “Yes sweet girl, tanhì just keeps kicking tonight.”

A quiet laugh left Jake’s throat and your eyes narrowed in on him, glaring softly and it instantly shut him up. “Tuk, take Ney’la outside with your siblings.”

As soon as Tuk stepped outside of the mauri with your youngest you grumbled at Jake, “Do not come near me.”

He crawled his way to you, biting back a smile, “Why not?”

“I am in this predicament because of you.” Your words held no bite, and Jake cooed softly, “But you look so pretty when you're carrying my babies.”

Your cheeks burned, your tail betraying you as it thumped excitedly. “Shut up.”

“Gonna fill you up with more.”

You whined his name, “Stop!”

He laughed, pulling the unfinished bracelet from your hand. He maneuvered you around so your back pressed to his chest, hands laying flat against your swollen belly. Rubbing gently against your skin, your whole body melted against his. Jake nibbled right below your ear, and your eyes fluttered shut, “I think I have to if we don’t get a boy. Can’t be outnumbered.”

Your tail curled around his leg, ears fluttering happily. “You are a menace.”

Jake laughed so hard your whole body shook, a small smile fighting its way onto your face. After a few moments of silence Jake placed a soft kiss to your shoulder, his hands continuing their movements on your stomach and the constant kicking finally stopped. “Seems like all tanhì wanted was my attention.”

“Apparently so.”

Seconds later your mauri was filled with loud chatter, all five of your children rushing in, chasing after Ney’la. She instantly ran into your arms, giggling wildly as she tried to escape them. “Ma!”

“Sa’nok she is already trying to ride an Ilu.”

Neteyam was beaming down at you, proud of his youngest sister. “Is she now?”

Your finger dug into the small girl's stomach, loud laughs leaving her mouth as she tried to squirm away from you. When she finally did, she ran straight into Lo’ak’s arm. “Tsuk!”

They all settled besides you and Jake, chatting about their day as Tuk played happily with Ney’la. Kiri picked up your unfinished bracelet, following the pattern you created all while she pretended to ignore the conversation her brothers were having.

A small content sigh left your mouth, it was in the smallest of moments when you felt happiest. Just you, your children and your mate, spending hours in each other's presence, talking about anything and everything. Happy tears rushed to your eyes as it hit how all your deepest desires became true. Everything your heart yearned for was finally yours. You sent Eywa a small prayer, thanking her for the life you lived.

Jake traced small shapes into your stomach, whispering quietly by your ear, “Thank you.”

Your face turned to him, looking up and his eyes were shining with unshed tears. He was feeling everything you were too. You pressed a small kiss to his cheek, nuzzling your face against his softly.

The three older kids caught the small moment, sharing a knowing look between one another, small smiles on their faces. “You two are being gross.”

“Lo’ak!”

A laugh rippled through your mouth as Kiri smacked him on the head. “Sorry-sorry.”

But the laughs didn't stop, Jake finding your own so infectious it caused some of his own. Soon you were all laughing so hard, stomach hurting from how happy you all were.

Ney’la was looking around confused, it was evident in her face as her brows pinched together. “Lo’ak funny?”

You motioned for her and the small girl ran into your arms again, nuzzling into your chest as you patted her hair, “Yes ‘ite. Lo’ak is so funny.”

Jake’s arms wrapped around the both of you, rocking you slightly and sleep began to find the small girl. Her fingers found their way to your ear, rubbing the pointest part as her eyes drooped low.

Tuk made her way to the three of you, smiling shyly up at you. “What is it ‘ite?”

“Wanna hear a story. Of you and Sempul.”

Your ears fluttered softly, “What story?”

She contemplated for a few seconds, thinking of what she wanted to know. Her eyes lit up before she spoke, ‘When you met!“

Jake groaned, that was so embarrassing for him. “Well, your Ma’Neytiri had dragged me into the forest. It was late and-” You laughed quietly, “I was never allowed out past eclipse but Neytiri convinced me to go. This was back when the clan still lived in Home Tree.”

You pulled Tuk into your arms, her head resting on your shoulder. “Then she wandered off and I was left alone, I think she thought I was following behind her because she never left me to fend for myself.”

A sad smile littered your features, memories of your dearest friend warming your heart, “Anyway I see this really tall Na’vi, with sky-people clothes and I just began to panic.”

Jake grumbled quietly, “You tried to kill me.”

You shushed him, “All I remember was I had him pinned to the floor and I had Zewlay’s knife pressed to his throat.”

All the kids laughed quietly, a small smile littered your features as you recalled the memory. “Then, hundreds of Atokirina surrounded the two of us and I knew that was a sign from Eywa that your Sempul had a greater purpose.”

Jake pressed a tiny kiss to your shoulder, moving to scoop Ney’la into his arms. “Then your Sa’nok found us, she saw all the woodsprite and we made the decision to take him back to Home Tree and present him to Mo’at, the rest well-you know.”

There was a small moment of comfortable silence before the normally loud chatter encompassed your mauri once again. Your hand traced small shapes on your own belly, utter happiness nestled into your chest. Memories flooded your mind, stories all blending together, tied by some golden invisible string that brought Jake to you.

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Headcanons ~

Wedding day 💕🎻

| Eren - Reiner - Levi - Jean - Erwin - Armin - Connie |

The day had finally arrived. The union of two souls to be forever entwined within the gracious loving bond of matrimony.

Eren 💕

You couldn’t actually believe Eren had proposed. Although he was down on one knee in front of your very eyes, your mind just wasn’t accepting it. Folks andd onlookers watched with bated breath, awaiting your answer. He sure kept this surprise hidden well…

Of course, you said yes and he picked you up by your waist in a spin, colliding his lips to yours.

And now here he was, watching you walk down the aisle, a lump in his throat and his heart racing.

You looked gorgeous, like something from a fairy tale.

And of course, he looked as handsome as ever. His suit was smart and his hair was up in its usual bun.

Armin is his best man, of course; who is standing and beaming with pride.

Eren holds back his chokes and tears as he reads his vows;

“Y/N… From the first time I ever laid eyes on you, all those years ago, I knew you would be in my life forever. Back then, I didn’t think it would be as my wife, but God I am so glad it is. I’m sorry for my stubbornness and irrational behaviour when we were young. But despite that you still loved, and stood by me and for that I’ll be eternally grateful. I vow to always stand beside you, whatever the world throws at us. I vow to hold you when you need support. I vow to remember how you always had my back no matter what. And I vow to always love you, with my heart and soul, until the day I die and after.”

The room erupts in cheers and tears when you seal your kiss.

The reception is wild.

Everyone is drunk (except Levi) and dancing. Reiner and Connie are dancing like weirdos, Reiners blazer removed and at one point Connie is on his shoulders.

Sasha has too much to drink and is spewing in the bathroom.

Mikasa can’t stop crying with happiness and pride.

He carries you to your room afterwards where you spend all night sealing a special bond that will never be broken.

Reiner 💕

Reiner wanted to marry you from the get go. He’s a passionate man and when he loves, he loves.

So when he pops the question, boy does he go extra.

Reiner took you to a secluded spot for a picnic on a cliffside. After you’d had eaten and chilled for a while he tells you to stand back. This crazy mf then pulls out a dagger and leaps off the cliff, transforming into his Titan form.

You feel a little scared. Not because you think he’d hurt you but A) wtf is he doing and B) It feels weird seeing a shifter transform when you don’t have your gear.

He steps up onto the cliff and gets on one knee in his Titan form. He gets out with his ring in hand and kneels in front of the empty casing of the armoured titan.

“All this power, yet you can still bring me to my knees. Y/N, I love you. Will you marry me?”

Cheesy, but that’s Reiner for you.

He kisses you desperately and tears form in his eyes when you accept.

Now he has tears streaming down his face, holding in sobs as he sees you walking towards him in your dress. The odd uncontrolled cry does escape his lips when you get closer. He palms the tears away and smiles with the biggest grin when you reach him.

He pulls it together a little for his vows but he does take sharp intakes of breath.

“I never believed in love at first sight, until I met you. No matter what doubts I had back in Cadets, they were always surpassed by my feelings for you. And when you told me you loved me too, it was incomprehensible that I would turn you away, given the circumstances. Y/N… You still loved me when I left. You loved me at my worst. You picked me up from the gutter, dusted me off and rose me up again. I vow to always love you with my entire being. I vow to protect you against any ill will towards you. Back then, I couldn’t dedicate my heart to the cause. But I vow to dedicate my heart to you.”

If Bertolt isn't alive in your universe, Jean is his best man and either way, they’re both pulling a tight face to stop themselves crying.

He carries you out of the venue after you kiss, confetti and cheers all around.

The reception is just like Eren's. Absolutely wild. Dancing. Drinking. Laughter and tears.

That night you seal your soul bound contract with hours and hours of mind-blowing love making.

Levi 💕

Levi had been thinking of proposing for a long time. In fact you thought the day would never come. He likes to be totally sure and take things slow. So when he got on one knee at a fancy restaurant you were blown away.

The only time he’s ever shown PDA was when you said yes and he kissed you with such passion, the other diners applauding in celebration.

He doesn’t cry when he sees you in your dress, Erwin stood by him as his best man. But his eyes do glisten and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Y/N… I know I’m not the best at verbalising my feelings but please know if anything that I am completely devoting myself to you. I will always love you. I will always take care of you and protect you. I will always support your desires in life and walk this earth with you. This, I swear.”

Hange is sobbing so loud when you kiss.

The reception for you wedding with Levi is a little more classy. There’s fine foods and ballroom dancing. Speeches are refined and dignified and throughout the entire thing Levi can not keep his eyes off you.

You guys break the bed when you make love that night.

Jean 💕

Jean was a nervous wreck when he proposed to you. The entire time he was fumbling with the ring box in his pocket, his hands dampening with sweat.

You knew something was amiss but when you asked he shrugged it off. You were both on a walk when he suddenly took your hand and got down on one knee.

He choked back tears when you said yes.

He’s crying at the alter though regardless of how hard he tries not to. He’s so damn proud of you it’s overwhelming as you gorgeously glide down towards him, Connie his best man if Marco isn’t alive in your universe.

He’s a blubbering mess when it comes to the vows finding it hard to vocalise himself properly.

“Y/N, you make me the happiest man there ever was. I am so proud to have you by my side and to now call you my wife. You’re my everything and more. You love me when I’m not being the smartest man, or the most patient. And for that I give you my all. I vow to treat you the way you deserve. I vow to never take you for granted. I vow to always protect you and hold you when life is wearing you down. I love you, y/n and (unintelligible) forever…”

Jean tries to have a more dignified reception but with friends like these… Pretty impossible.

But he wouldn’t change it for the world as he sits back and watches the people he loves the most, together and happy.

He cries again at your first dance.

You seal your marriage with the steamiest and most passionate love making known to man.

Erwin 💕

Like Levi, Erwin has a taste for the finer things and takes you out for a meal at a really fancy restaurant. He won’t propose there though.

Like Reiner, this man likes to be extra.

After dinner you take a stroll and end up outside of the scout regiment HQ in Trost. While you’re walking through the courtyard of the barracks, you’re surprised to see well dressed people emerge from inside buildings playing the violins.

You turn to Erwin to see him down on one knee with the ring.

The entire barracks erupt in applause when you say yes and he picks you up into a kiss.

Erwin doesn’t cry at the alter but seeing you softens his gaze and a warm smile spreads across his face, Levi beside him as best man.

“Y/N, I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my own, and I will cherish every fleeting moment. You love and accept me for who I am and stand by decisions I’ve made, even when I doubt myself. I swear to forever treat you as the queen you are, by my side, in our kingdom. I swear my heart will always be loyal to you and you alone. You are the beam that holds this chin up high, and I will always be yours.”

Like Levi’s reception, yours with Erwin is extremely refined.

Top class champagne, the finest foods and beautiful classics music.

Your first dance with him has everyone in awe as he twirls you with such skill, a talent not many knew he had.

You will not be able to walk for days after you make love that night, having pulled out all the stops for you.

Armin 💕

Armin had been planning your proposal for months.

He went super extra and planned it all out meticulously down to the tiniest detail. It was a whole day event. Clues, gifts, leading up to a scavenger hunt where he was awaiting nervously with the ring.

He actually couldn’t believe his ears when you said yes.

Armin cries at the alter. It’s less of a sob like Reiner and Jean, more like silent tears streaming down his face.

Of course, Eren is his best man.

“I didn’t think I would ever be standing here today, uttering these words. I didn’t think that I, of all people, would be marrying someone as perfect as you, Y/N. You bring so much joy to my life, so much laughter and love I could never write down in words how much you mean to me. I, Armin Arlert, vow to always remain by your side through thick and thin. I vow to take care of you if you get sick and to encourage and support you in all of your life’s endeavours. For now and forever, this I swear.”

The reception is more chilled than the others. Laid back and easy going. No one gets too hammered but it’s still just an amazing night with your loved ones.

Your first dance is so sweet, his eyes are closed with a warm smile the entire time as he holds you close and sways to the music.

If you thought Armin was a dark horse before, you ain’t seen nothing til the wedding night.

Yes. He broke the bed.

Connie 💕

God bless his pure soul because Connie tried so hard to make it perfect. He managed to pull it off by some miracle, despite the snowballing nerves that consumed him.

He took you out to dinner and bought you your favourite flowers. The words “Will you marry me?” Were spread out on the table when you returned from the restroom, by petals.

He cried when you said yes.

And he is a sobbing mess at the alter. Jean is his best man, elbowing him and hissing to pull himself together.

But he just can’t believe how lucky he is to have you as a wife.

“Y/N, you can’t believe how happy you make me. Every stupid thing I’ve done, every dumb thing that comes out of my mouth and you’re still there, loving me. I can’t begin to explain how much that means to me. How much you mean to me. I promise I will always treat you like it’s our first date. I’ll forever hold your hand when you need me to. And I promise I’ll write down important dates so I never forget and swear I will not disappoint you, my love.”

The wildest wedding party known to man.

Everyone is off their face drunk. Wild dancing. Food fights. Galore.

There was even arm wrestling at one point.

He can not get over that he has you. This sweet man is quite possibly the happiest man on earth.

You guys didn’t just break the bed that night. The chair, the ottoman and somehow the f'ing wardrobe???

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed. I am the friendliest person ever so don’t be shy to drop me a request or ask.

#aot wedding #marrying aot #snk wedding #snk x reader #snk x y/n #snk headcanons #reiner braun #reiner brainrot #aot #attack on titan eren #reiner x reader #reiner x you #levi x you #levi smut #captain levi #levi ackerman #erwin smith #erwin x y/n #aot erwin

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rreeaahh · 10 months

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We are both filthy now | R. A. B.

Third chapter of "One way ticket" | Ch. 1 / Ch. 2

READ THE AUTHOR NOTE, THANK YOU.

taglist> @my-beloved-fandoms

pair> regulus black x lestrange! reader (slytherin)

summary> a birthday party means, for most people, a way to celebrate your existence - for purebloods, however, is a good way to spent time together with their master. regulus and y/n are not fond of the event, but no matter the traumatic experience they both go trough, they are still enemies - and y/n should've know that.

word count> 4.5k (wtf)

warnings> some type of angst; slow burn af; family toxicity; female discrimination; description of getting the dark mark; regulus hitting reader's hand; not proofread!

a/n> hi m'loves<3 do not forget that the tag list is open, feel free to ask to be added! im sorry for the long wait, it was one tricky chapter to write and from now on im gonna stop hunting the perfection, ill just enjoy writing. im more than happy to see all the notification from you on this series, and im beyond grateful - ill love to read your reaction, it makes me incredibly happy and helps me write. any comment is more than welcomed<3 any reblog helps this series to get to more people and it only takes a minute to do so. thank u for reading, ily all<3

Dear Y/N,

I hope my letter finds you well – your cousin’s pathetic owl is one lazy bird, let me tell you, but Rodolphus seems to be quite fond of it, and won’t let me get a new one.

Anyway, I write to you in hope that you’ll make me the pleasure to attend my birthday next weekend – I already spoke with Rodolphus and your father and they assured me you’ll come, but I still think it’s better to write to you personally.

We’ll also have a little meeting, besides the party itself, so I’m sure you’ll find it rather educative than a silly simple ball – do not worry, I know you tend to get anxious when surrounded by people you don’t know that well, but my cousin Regulus is coming too! I’m sure you two young purebloods will have all the fun you need.

Don’t worry writing me back, just come along with Regulus back from Hogwarts. Your presence if the only gift I need.

Lots of hugs,

Bellatrix L.

Y/N puts the letter on her desk and grabs the other envelope – this one also has her family’s wax seal, the L and the raven on top of it sending her chills on her spine.

Y/N,

Don’t even think of not attending Bellatrix’ party. You cannot let this family down. Your cousin, Rabastan, will wait for you on the Platform 9 ¾, since me and Rodolphus have a lot of work to do for the meeting. Saturday morning, no later than 10 A.M. The meeting will be at our house.

Don’t disappoint me.

Cyrus Lestrange

She scoffs and lets the paper fall from her fingers. She was only a child when her cousin, Rodolphus, married Bellatrix, Regulus’ cousin. They were the youngest at that party so all the adults expected them to spent time together. Truth is, however, that Regulus was shy and quiet and only stayed by her side, listening to all of her questions and never responding back. After the wedding, when her father seemed to be so pleased with little Regulus, with his manners and his obedient nature, Y/N decided that she hated Regulus Black. He was just a little prick, and she decided that she’ll be better than him – always.

As her roommates are deep asleep, Y/N stays at her desk and watches the two letters. She grabs again the one from her father and watches how the flame of the candle on her desk dances on it, the paper getting warmer and warmer, until it’s lit on fire. She hates to keep her father’s letters – it’s like she’d want to ever see them again.

With the burning paper still between her fingers, she gets out of her dorm and walk on the dark corridor of the Slytherin Girls’ Wing and goes to the Common Room, where the fire seems to be burning with green flames. The Black Lake is silent behind the large windows, only the water’s movement being heard. She throws the letter in the chimney and smiles at the sight of the fire eating up her father’s words. It’s like she’s watching him get eaten up by the flames.

“It’s late, Lestrange.”

Y/N jumps on her feet and gets a grip of her night robes. The light green material covers her body now that she’s tugging her fingers into it. From the dark green sofa, Regulus Black watches her with a bored expression. He was reading a book and in front of him, on the small black table, is a cup filled with tea, she could guess.

“Always staying in the shadows, like a rat,” Y/N mutters and walks to him, staying on the couch in front of him. While she sits down, she lets the robe fall from her shoulder, exposing the skin. She’s dressed in a dark purple pajama set, made out of silk, and the little string of her tank top falls with the robe. Regulus seems to notice the bare skin just exposed and he gets his eyes to look at her face fast, before she could sense his gaze. He feels… disgusted.

“Always speaking like you own the whole place,” he talks back and smirks, “when we both know it’s nothing like that.” His voice is flat – no matter his facial expressions, Regulus Black always had a boring voice when he’d talk to her.

Y/N just watches him for a second. He’s still in his Quidditch equipment, even if the Slytherin team came back from practice a few hours ago. His hair is messy, his eyes are circled by a dark color, in comparison with his light skin, and he looks tired.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” she lets the question escape her lips without even thinking.

“I could ask you the same thing, if I really cared,” he says and grabs his cup, drinking slowly from it.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Black,” Y/N laughs and puts her hands over her chest. Regulus notices that, too. “I’m sure you got an owl from Bellatrix.”

“Yes, Bella wrote me about her birthday. Unfortunately, if you’re telling me about it, it means she wrote to you, too,” he says in a quiet voice, letting out the air in his lungs.

“She’s part of my family, too, Black,” Y/N says and surprises herself – she never gave that much importance to the family relations. She only had herself, at the end of the day, no matter how much her father would scold her for being an absent member of the House of Lestrange.

Her father never really showed her love – he was meant to be her father, but he was just a kind of legal tutor who raised her and was responsible for her well-being, and her cousins looked down on her – she was just a silly girl, meant only to bear children and get more powerful connections for her family. Her uncle and her aunt were distant, and maybe that was better than giving her reasons to hate them, like the rest did.

“Please, do not remind me – I still can’t get over that.” Regulus seems annoyed, bored, tired of her presence. And, yet, he stands there, face to face with her, watching each other – studying each other with such attention like they’re looking for a weak point.

“Why are you such a hypocrite, Regulus?” Y/N suddenly asks. He just smiles in the corner of his mouth, grabs his cup of tea and gets up from the sofa.

She feels him getting closer to her and in a second his breathing is hitting her face. “Don’t act like I’m the only one putting an act on, Miss Little Perfect,” he says amused.

Her brows drop. The skin on her forehead wrinkles and her eyes watch his, wanting to see behind them – they are empty. “I know you look up to me, Regulus, but there’s no need to remind me,” now she’s the one to smirk, and he’s the one to frown.

“Please,” he scoffs, “I wouldn’t look up to a pathetic orphan even if you’d be hanging out from the ceiling,” he mutters and gets back up on his feet, looking down to her. Regulus is not the tallest boy Y/N knows, but that position gives him a more decent posture.

“That orphan is better than you,” she whispers. “That’s why your momma always prays the ground I walk on, right?” she laughs and she can sense his body getting alarmed by her words. “My dad just wanted an heir, someone to get his name far – but Walburga wants more than that, right? Now that Sirius, your disappointment of a brother, left, she only has you, but she doesn’t seem to be fulfilled,” the air leaves her lungs when Regulus drops the cup of tea and gets on top of her. The liquid spills on the stone floor.

His hands grab her bare shoulders, his leg is between her hips and he presses her body into the couch. Her back is arched into the plush material of the sofa and her eyes widen at the proximity. His jaw is tightened and his breathing is deep while Regulus watches her face with a spark into his eyes. “Do not, ever again in your filthy, pathetic, good for nothing life, talk about my family,” he mumbles and his grip only gets tighter – his nails digs into the skin of her shoulders like he wants to rip it off.

Y/N shoves him away and quickly gets up from the couch. Regulus is on the floor, right into the tea puddle he made, and he seems to be caught with his guard off. “Do not, ever again in your pathetic, sad, good for nothing life, call me an orphan – I have a family, Black. The blood in my veins is just as pure as yours, and my name is just as important as yours.”

And she leaves him there, into the Common Room, to take a bath into his own mess. She needs to go back to sleep – tomorrow she has to go back home and get ready for a birthday party.

The whole night she tried to forget Regulus’ hands onto her skin – her shoulders felt like burning, like they got marked by his touch. She tried not to think about the anger in her soul the whole ride back to London, when she was forced to be in the same wagon with Regulus – apparently, they both wanted to travel into the Prefects’ cabin. At least, they both kept their mouths shut and didn’t even looked at each other.

She didn’t have to have a very warm welcoming back home – Rabastan waited for her at the station and kept his eyes on the road the whole time. He only asked about other Slytherin kids in her year and some older ones – he wanted to know if she was behaving well enough towards them. Once she got to enter the big mansion she called ‘home’, there was chaos – all the house elves were running left and right with platters, candles, flowers in their hands and all of them stopped to look at her and welcome her mechanically. She just got up to her room and closed the door behind her. When she dropped on her bed, there was silence – there was no longer Regulus Black, or Cyrus Lestrange or any other dumb man who made her angry.

Once she woke up, she started to get ready for the gathering she was forced to attempt. She got dressed in a dark grey dress, elegant enough not to make her father a fool and yet, simple enough not to make Bellatrix feel left out – it was her birthday, after all.

“There you are,” says her father as she gets out of her bedroom. “I thought you’re still asleep.”

“I was getting ready.”

Cyrus looks her up and down in a judgmental way – he points to her neck. “Make sure the chain is visible, nothing else.”

Y/N forces a smile and a hand travels to the gold flower at her neck. “Yes, father.” He gives her his elbow and the two of them go down, where the elves decorated the whole floor with black and purple roses and white candles. There’s a long table near a wall, right at the fireplace, where are plates with food and glasses of expensive champagne.

“Here,” Cyrus whispers and gives Y/N a red box, and before she could question his action Bellatrix is right in front of her, laughing happily.

“Y/N! I’m so glad to see you, how are you?”

Bellatrix Lestrange, nee Black, is a very… bipolar witch. Once, she’s loud, smiley, in a good mood, and then she acts like the Devil himself. Y/N could never figure out why her cousin, Rodolphus, wanted to marry her – there were plenty of purebloods who wished to be married to him, but all his attention was on Bellatrix ever since they were in school together, despite the fact that she didn’t show any kind of interest in him during those years. Now, Rodolphus would do anything Bellatrix asks without blinking twice.

“Happy birthday, Bellatrix,” Y/N smiles and hugs her in a soft manner. While giving her the small box, she can see her cousin behind his wife, watching them carefully.

“I told you there was no need for gifts,” Bellatrix says and gives Rodolphus the box to take care of it. “I assume you just got down here,” she continues and grabs her hand, getting her away from her father – he doesn’t seem concerned about that. Cyrus always said that Bellatrix was a good wife and that Y/N had a lot to learn from her. What he did not know is that Y/N really wanted to learn a lot from Bellatrix – she wanted to know more about the power a witch could hold.

“Yes,” she said and looked around her own house. It was full of wizards, all of them being purebloods and talking to each other with a clear superiority in their voice. “I hope I’m not late to the party.”

Bellatrix scoffs. “The true party begins only when he gets here,” she smirks and Y/N freezes, knowing who she’s talking about. Tom Riddle was certainly not her favorite person, no matter how much he convinced her father that she will be a good daughter for him.

“Wonderful,” she manages to say and walks beside Bellatrix to greet her guests. She smiles and greets Bellatrix’ parents and gets a deep breath when her aunt and uncle come to wish her a happy birthday.

“Y/N, how are you, dear?” Walburga asks and kisses her both cheeks. Bellatrix seems busy talking to her uncle about the upcoming meeting, while Regulus sits behind them and only listen. “How is school?”

“It’s good, wonderful, even,” she smiles and Walburga laughs happily. “I’m working on some essays for Potions and Transfiguration, maybe they’ll be published after I finish school.”

“Did you hear, Regulus? Y/N plans to publish some essays after graduation,” she scolds her son and now his attention is on them. He only smiles to his mother and she goes on with the talking. Neither of them seems to be truly focused on what she’s saying – they look at each other like they’d snap each other’s neck if they could.

“Regulus, why don’t you invite Y/N to dance?” Bellatrix pops between them and her aunt claps her hands satisfied with her proposal. “You know how much joy it brings me to see you two together, Reggie,” she continues and puts her arm around his shoulders. He looks at his cousin with doubt in his gaze – she made them dance together at her wedding, too, like they were some monkeys to entertain the adults.

With a silent scoff, he forced a smile in his cousin’s direction and looked shortly to his mother, who only seemed to tell him the same thing with her eyes. “Shall we dance together, Y/N?” he asks and gives her his pale hand.

No matter how much she’d like to hit it, getting it away from her, she grabs it lightly and smiles. “With pleasure,” she mutters and the adults all clap their hands and smile in their direction as they go to the center of the room, where other people are dancing slowly.

Bellatrix flicks her wand and the room is now filled with a more vibrant music – they smile to each other and Y/N’s skin is burning under her dress where Regulus’ hands touch her. He cups her hand into his and the other one rests on her back, bringing her closer to his body. She has a hand on his shoulder and they both move synchronically to the rhythm.

“You disgust me,” he whispers into her ear, sending shivers all over her spine.

A big smile appears on her rosy lips and she looks behind him, where her father is beside Orion and Cygnus Black – they all had firewhiskey glasses in hand and talked with serious expressions on their faces.

“The feeling is mutual, my dear Regulus,” she mumbles and steps on his foot, careful to put the heel right into his toe.

“Then, you could’ve save us both and deny Bellatrix’ stupid wish.”

“On her birthday?” she scoffs. “Yeah, right, you tell her no, I like to be alive.”

Regulus lets a small chuckle out and before she could look at him, he spins her away for a second. When her body is back into his arms, her vision is blurry. “You better keep your mouth shut during the meeting,” he says in a cold tone.

“Why, Reggie?” she mocks the tone Bellatrix used. “Scared the Dark Lord will see more potential in me than in you?” She’s joking. On Merlin’s beard, she’s only trying to piss him off.

“Tonight is my night and you better not do anything to steal it from me,” he spits the words into her ear. Her skin becomes ice cold and all her blood runs faster into her veins because of the way he presses his fingers into her back. “I warn you, Y/N, stay in your place,” he mumbles and when the music changes, he lets go of her and smiles, before going away.

After some hours, the chaos in her house begins to cool down – the guests start leaving until there are only the usual people. They all sit at the long table, talking about some things that happened in the Muggleworld and how unacceptable they were – for someone who said they despised the muggles, they sure talked a lot about them. The conversation dies when the chair at the end of the table is occupied by the tall, dark haired wizard. They all rise from their sits and greet him with joy.

“It’s good to see you too, my dear friends,” Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort says and he shakes her father’s hand. Her lungs take the air in with great difficult, given the fact that there’s only a sit between the dark wizard and her. “I assume I need to apologize to Bellatrix,” he speaks and looks to his left, where the witch smiles from one ear to another. “I did not bring any gift with me, Bella,” he explains.

“You are my greatest gift, My Lord,” she says and from her left, Rodolphus and Rabastan just nod their heads. “Your presence gives us hope for a better future for us, the right titled wizards,” she continues and everyone agrees.

Bellatrix is one of the most loyal followers the Dark Lord has besides Cyrus Lestrange and the rest of his friends from when they were in Hogwarts. He saw the potential in her, just like he saw it in Y/N.

“Then tell me, which is the reason of this meeting?” Voldemort asks and looks at every face at the table.

It was not Y/N’s greatest pleasure to sit at that table from time to time – her father thought it was good for her future to assist those meetings, but they were incredibly boring. There were many parents of her housemates and from other kids from school, but not even a single person her age – that until Bellatrix brought Regulus to join her. Apparently, he was quite a fan of that man because of his cousin’s stories.

“We think it’s the time to welcome another wizard between us, as an official member, my Lord,” Lucius Malfoy speaks and his voice is just as annoying as ever.

“Oh, really?” Voldemort smiles. “And who might that be, Lucius?”

“My cousin, my Lord,” Bellatrix says and points to Regulus. “Regulus is one of the most dedicated wizards to your plans,” she continues and the air leaves Y/N’s lungs.

Looking over the table to Regulus, she could see Walburga smiling proudly while he just looks to Tom Riddle. “My Lord,” he says, “I swear I’ll serve you with every power I have.”

“Then come closer, young Regulus,” the dark wizard says and plays with his wand between his fingers. The boy gets up on his feet. From his right, Cyrus Lestrange clears his throat. “Yes, Cyrus?”

“My Lord,” he begins, “I was not aware that the Death Eaters were open to new members.”

“We always have free spots for the one who wish to serve our believes,” comes his explanation.

“In that case, I’m sure you’ll agree with me that Y/N is just as worthy of getting the mark as young Regulus is.”

Her heart stops beating. What did he just say?

“Right, Y/N?” his father touches her back, forcing her to look at him. His eyes are desperate. There is no way, in his opinion, that his only child will not be recognized as a worthy follower of Lord Voldemort.

All eyes are on her. She can feel them. However, she does not care about them – the only ones that matter are her father’s, and the one from across the table who looked down at her.

“Yes, My Lord,” she says that quietly that she barely hears her own voice. Her father pats her back and goes back to Voldemort. Y/N can’t gather the courage to look at Regulus.

“You said she was worthy from the first day you saw her, My Lord,” Cyrus says. “You said she will be a powerful witch, with a great future – how is she supposed to be powerful if not under your command?”

Voldemort smiles pleased. “You’re right, my old friend. Come, child, let me get a better look of you.” Her father looks at her and orders her to do as asked just with his eyes. Do not disappoint me, hesays with his burning gaze.

Mechanically, Y/N is on her feet and walks behind her father, in front of the sick looking wizard. His hands are cold, like he’s dead, when he touches her jaw. He looks at her like she’s some kind of animal that needs to be inspected.

“Are you willing to follow my orders, whenever you are needed, child?”

There��s a knot in her stomach. She wants to say no. She wants to leave that house and never come back. She’s scared.

“Yes,” is the only answer she can give in return.

“Very well,” Tom Riddle smirks satisfied and gestures to Regulus to come closer too. They are now next to each other. She can hear his breathing from her left and her knees are about to go numb. “Who wants to go first?”

Before she can say anything, Regulus already has his shirt lifted from his left arm and brings it closer to the man. Y/N can hear the soft scoff of his father.

“You need to swear to always serve me, boy,” Voldemort demands, the tip of his wand pressed into Regulus’ arm.

“I swear, My Lord. Whenever you’ll call for me, I’ll be there, ready to do everything I’m capable of for you,” Regulus speaks.

With a big grin on his face, Voldemort begins to press the wand deeper into the skin, until Regulus grabs his arm with his free hand. From under his skin is visible a dark smoke that lingers there, running like it’s chasing his blood. His nose is twitching from the possible pain, but besides that, his expression is blank. When the wand is lifted, the Dark Mark is on his white skin. There is silence, like the rest would wait for him to scream. His parents have a proud expression on their faces as Regulus watches the crowd with a blank, serious stare.

“Your turn, Y/N” Voldemort says after a few seconds and puts his hand out there to grab her arm. She lifts the sleeve of her dress and looks at her father – Cyrus Lestrange watches her with a demanding manner, like he’s forcing her to go closer to Voldemort. Which she does.

“I always knew you’d be a great witch, child,” he says with a proud tone in his voice. He wanted her to be his weapon. “Say you’ll serve me without question, Y/N. Let the others know that from today, you’ll become one of the most powerful followers of mine.”

“I do, My Lord,” is the only thing she says like she’s hypnotized – her body doesn’t listen to her commands, it acts on its own.

The wand is cold against her skin, but as soon as Voldemort presses it harder into her arm, a burning sensation hits her entire being – she needs to grab her arm in order not to get it away from the unspoken spell. The black smoke feels like venom and she wants to scream from the bottom of her soul. Instead, she just bites the flesh inside her mouth, the taste of blood blooming from her cheek. When the wand is lifted and the mark is done on her arm, too, there’s silence again – and when there’s no screaming, all the Death Eaters gets up and start to applause them, to congratulate them.

“That’s the best birthday ever!” Bellatrix laughs maniacal and jumps from a foot to another.

She still has her left arm in her right hand, looking at the black drawing on her skin. She’s too afraid to touch it, like it could burn her fingers. Two arms wrap around her in the noise and she’s hugged by her father. Cyrus Lestrange hugs his daughter, and a single tear rolls down on her cheek.

“Good job, Y/N,” he says in her ear. “Now you’ll show everyone what you’re made of.”

She gets slightly away from him and she can feel the vomit sensation grow in her stomach. While everyone clink glasses of champagne and laughs with joy, she excuses herself and leave the dining hall.

She could not see Regulus in the crowd. She needs to see him to be sure it was all real. And she finds him on the corridor near the bathroom, at a balcony with a view to her garden. His shoulders are moving up and down and his breathing is accelerated. If she didn’t know any better, she wouldn’t guess he was… crying. She stepped closer to him slowly and put her hand on his back.

“Regulus…” she said softly and tears started to form into her eyes, too. What have they done?

“You couldn’t contain yourself, right?” he screams and turns around to face her. “You got to be the center of the attention tonight, too,” his voice is full of hate, which she ignores when she sees his wet blood-shot eyes. Her hand tries to touch his shoulder, wishing to show him… empathy?

“Regulus…” she mumbles again and her voice is hurt. Maybe they are in this together; she just needs to explain everything.

“Don’t put your filthy hands on me!” he says and slaps her hand away.

Y/N doesn’t know what hurt more – the slap, the burning feeling in her arm or the fact that she thought that maybe, just maybe, Regulus was willing to show her kindness then, when it was clear that neither of them was feeling good with their actions.

She looks at his hand – the one he slapped hers with – and at his arm. His left arm.

“We are both filthy now,” she says with despair and turns around, leaving him alone.

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crimeronan · 6 months

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hey what is wwaitsoatl?

oh! it's what we are is the sum of a thousand lies, my most popular toh fic by FAR and the thing most toh people here started following me for. back before i got sucked down the princess luz hyperfixation rabbit hole. it's a fic that takes more work to write than any of my others because it has an incredibly involved drafting & editing process. bc i am a perfectionist.

the premise is a canon divergent timeline wherein belos suspects that hunter lied to him at the end of hunting palismen. and completely wrecks hunter's shit forever. and infects him with curse goop in the process. and darius (who, Very Importantly, does not yet have a friendly rapport with hunter) trips over the kid's half-dead body.

and freaks.

and kidnaps hunter n takes him to the owl house. bc that's the one surefire place of refuge on the isles.

there are a bunch of emotional threads, hence why it's novel-length and not even finished yet despite being about just four characters chilling in a house together.

mainly it's about:

hunter unraveling his cognitive dissonance and cult brainwashing in an AU where he doesn't have all of hollow mind's answers; his feelings are Incredibly complicated and messy & he gets incredibly mean and snarly about it

darius grappling with the fact that his own grief and resentment blinded him to a kid who Very Much Needed Him, darius dealing with the fact that actually he never DID grieve his mentor or his mentor's dead family

darius and hunter developing a rapport in a timeline where hunter very much has Not broken out of all the cop shit that darius disdains So Much. so darius is so fucking exasperated and tired all the time

eda trying desperately to help hunter learn to live with a curse / chronic pain / chronic illness, while having very little faith in herself to begin with

luz feeling Horrifically guilty about hunter's curse and injuries, bc she thinks she should have clocked the abuse and brought him home with her or otherwise stopped it

hunter developing an almost immediate and pathological emotional attachment to luz because of her kindness, which complicates all of his complicated feelings WAAAAAY MORE

eda, darius, AND luz all desperately trying to get hunter to admit that he's been abused and that what happened wasn't his fault. you would not believe how fucking long it takes.

i'm actually really, really, Really proud of it -- it's rare for one of a writer's best works to be their most popular, but this genuinely is one of mine. if not my best work, period. there's a lot of nuance and messiness and emotional complexity and grief and arguing that i'm SO happy with.

also, despite the subject matter, it's often extremely lighthearted. some of the funniest dialogue i've ever written is strewn throughout all these serious emotional threads.

i'd apologize for how long this response is but this story is a heart project and has 67,000 published words on ao3 so far. (the chapter i'm writing rn will likely be another ~8,000 words, then there are a couple more chapters to come.) so there's a lot to say!!

it's my most popular ao3 fic for any fandom, ever, in the 12 years i've been on the site. the response has been WILD. if you sort by kudos, it's the 31st most favorited owl house fic Of All Time, the 7th most popular fic involving darius, and the 5TH most popular hunter & luz relationship fic. again, of all time. which is. insane.

people have been very kind and patient with me having been too sick to work on it for a while. there was a seven-month break between chapters 8 and 9, and if i finish chapter ten soon then there'll have been a nine-month break between chapters 9 and 10. so i don't know how many people are actually going to come back to read it, a lot of ppl have moved on from the fandom and such. but i'm extremely extremely extremely grateful to everyone who's given it a look!

#replies #long post #toh #my writing #horrible mindscape trauma pals #dadrius #darius deamonne #eda clawthorne #wwaitsoatl #hunter toh #luz noceda #i really am in love with this story i like. i somehow forgot how in love i am with this story #but i do i love it so much. i love it So Much. i could talk about it for Ages

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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If Without You

part one | part two

bucky barnes x fem!reader

"After opting to resettle in Delacroix, Louisiana; Bucky Barnes finally found the peace he yearned for. Though, when a friend of the Wilson's past successfully inconveniences him with the butterfly-in-the-stomach thing, he doesn't know if he could possibly complain."

[3.6k] | fluff fluff fluff, bucky's got a crush and he doesn't know how to deal with it, savage sam, the happiness and peace bucky barnes deserves, kissing!! ill do a part 2 just because happy bucky makes me wanna slide down the wall while weeping

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Bucky Barnes yearned for a lot of things. He yearned for the sanity he had back in the forties, the connection he had with Steve, the way ladies swarmed around him before he was deployed to Europe, or the small fraction of peace Wakanda offered him…

But one thing he missed the most was to… feel things freely. Be the good old Bucky for once; be a man, a human being- not a vicious cycle of a man who doesn't allow himself to be happy like he should. Hell, Sam Wilson could talk his ears off about how he should treat himself with the same amount of respect he treats others, but it just wasn't that easy of a habit to change.

Not that he was unhappy with how things were going at that very moment, relocating to Louisiana -or 'following Sam around like a lost puppy', Sam's words, not his- was easily one of the best choices he made. The nightmares continued for the most part, but he felt like The Winter Soldier was buried deep enough to never resurface again. And the relief of being sure of that, how wonderful of a riddance finally making amends was; for once in his life, Bucky was sure Steve would be proud of him.

He helped out with the family business mostly, starting to get his way around a boat even though Sam didn't nearly trust him with that machine enough to let him go on a ride by himself. Not that Bucky minded anymore, having Sam by his side wasn't as bad as he made it out to be for the past months and, sure, it's hard to accept, but he felt himself growing closer to the man by each passing day.

They'd share sunsets together. A bottle of beer tucked tight in their palms, quiet waves lightly swaying the boat beneath their feet as the remnants of the sun shined through the water. The chit-chat was repetitive but never boring, and if Bucky wasn't ashamed to do so, he could probably admit that it felt good to talk to somebody.

He spent a lifetime not even sparing a word to anyone.

"... And like, the texture of it was so off that it felt like I was wearing a condom or something," Sam rambled on, stiff leaves crunchy under their feet as the duo walked through the path to the Wilson residence. "Really missing the good old days where fabric was taken seriously."

"You're the only person who's taking fabric seriously." Bucky commented, earning a scoff with a smile hidden under. "Better safe than sorry. I'm not opposed to condoms."

"Chill out, Mr. Sex Education, I'm not opposed to them either. I just don't want my t-shirts to feel like them." reaching for the front door to push it open, Sam allowed Bucky to enter first, shutting the door behind them. His attention was snatched away from their insightful conversation as he knitted his brows a little, following the sound of the light chatter in the kitchen with Bucky close behind.

"Hey th- Holy shit." he muttered out, glancing between his sister and someone he hasn't seen in a long, long time with his lips parted. "Am I crazy or is that Y/N?"

"In the flesh," your laugh felt as if it lit up the entire household with a deep ember gleam as Sarah joined along, your arms immediately wrapping around Sam's shoulders in a tight hug. "Missed you, buddy."

Bucky shot a glance at the others and then at Sarah. She must have noticed the curiosity in his eyes as she moved a little closer and mumbled, leaning against the counter between them. "Childhood best friends," she chuckled softly, watching you and Sam seemingly catching up as quickly as you could. "Haven't seen her since highschool."

You noticed Bucky's presence then. You knew him, obviously, you weren't all that disconnected from the world- yet he seemed much less intimidating when he was smiling at you, one hand going up to offer you a small wave. He was understandably built, shiny metal bicep peeking through the short arm of his blue shirt, two dog tags dangling down from his neck and shining along with his incredibly beautiful- alright, pretty- okay, that's not a good sign- his incredibly mesmerizing eyes. Yeah, that works.

You reached in almost immediately to shake his hand, a grin on your lips as he didn't immediately let go. "Y/N."

"Bucky." he replied, earning a nod from you before you looked at Sam again, pointing towards the pot of tea Sarah brewed for you earlier. "Tea, you guys?"

It's either you were a comedian, or Bucky really needed a good laugh recently because God, his cheeks started to hurt from how much fun he was having with that shared conversation. As the Wilson's and you reminisced about the good old days -mostly with a shit ton of funny stories sprinkled in between-, you told everyone about how your life had been since you left the city.

"I missed it here, to be honest." your slight hum pulled an 'aww' out of Sarah. "I went to see my father's doctor a few weeks after the funeral to thank him, you know, for his efforts. He told me that, um, my dad talked about this place so fondly and I just realized, you know. Realized that if there's peace in this world, it's here."

Bucky nodded slightly at that.

"I mean, I'll still work remotely but I don't think I'll go back to the city. The past year- it was just me, practically living in the hospital." Sam's hand found yours as he gave it a slight squeeze, his signature smile causing relief to surge through your veins.

"L/N residence kind of needs some TLC since the last time anyone's been there but we'll help out, alright?" he offered, pulling a grateful smile out of you as you sighed and gave his shoulder a firm pat. "This guy over here is good at lifting things, you should make use of him."

"I'm a human being, not a cyborg-" as Bucky was about to complain, your slight laugh cut him off, reducing his reaction to a shrug. "Alright, sure. Lifting things, here I go."

'Some TLC' was an understatement.

With Louisiana's humid summers and freezing winters, any Delacroix resident in their right minds would routinely give their houses a check. But you haven't been here for so long; asking for your dad to move in with you after your mom passed away was the correct thing to do, and obviously, the lack of care in the house for the past years definitely showed.

Bucky wanted to see the house when you announced that it's late and you had a lot of things to do at home anyway, offering to come with you just in case there was anything urgent to do. You didn't think much of it before agreeing, as you let him drive with you all the way over to your house- approximately the same size as Sarah's, but absolutely lacked TLC.

"Home sweet home," you mumbled through the breeze of the night, hands in your pockets before you pulled your keys out and let him in, hitting the light switch for the room to brighten up. The house seemed so cosy despite the old furniture and the crumbling layer of paint on the walls which definitely needed a varnish, there were a few spiderwebs here and there and obviously, a good amount of dust, but hey, he'd kill to live somewhere like this instead of the annex cabin Sam prepared for him. "It's not that bad, just some paintwork and I gotta fix a few things."

"Yeah, not as bad as Sam made it sound like," he hummed, earning a soft chuckle from you as you walked towards the kitchen area. "I hope you like coffee." you hummed, but as soon as you opened the cupboard door, you were met with the sight of yet another cellar spider so you shut it back immediately. "I hope you like spider flavored coffee."

It was his turn to laugh as he walked towards you, slightly hovering over you before opening the cabinet again, totally ignoring the spider crawling there as he reached for the coffee jar. "Spiders are a good sign," he spoke softly, helping you with the mugs too before you edged away towards the sink to give them a good wash. "At least you won't have to deal with other insects. Spiders eat 'em."

"Yeah, but I don't exactly wanna be roommates with them." you shook your head, cold water against your hands as you scrubbed away the mugs. "I mean, would my thoughts change if they decided to pay rent, sure, but-" his laugh cut you off again, successfully placing a smile on your lips as you started to make coffee for the both of you.

"That's rich." he commented, leaning against the countertop as he watched you maneuver through the kitchen. "I hope this doesn't come off weird but, um, I'm actually kinda glad you came. The age average is quite high here, so.."

"I'm pretty sure you're single handedly bringing that number up," you playfully teased, Bucky's scoff making you laugh and God, you felt like you haven't smiled so much in just a couple of hours ever since you left here.

"Oh, so that's how it is? Ageism much?"

"Call it whatever," you shrugged, finally handing him his own cup of coffee as you held yours, leaning against the island counter right in front of the one he was currently against. "I was actually kind of worried that I wouldn't find anyone to talk to here, except for the Wilson's, obviously. For the first time in a long time I feel at home, and I think I'm glad you're a part of it, too."

His smile was tender as he averted his gaze from you a little bit, shrugging before bringing his cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "To be fair, I feel the same way. I feel at home."

Bucky was easily the most selfless man on the planet, you thought.

He was quite adamant about helping you out with the rest of the housework, even coming with you all the way to the city center to pick up everything that you needed. Thank goodness that your father was smart enough to invest in a Dodge pickup truck, you were able to get everything in one go.

"Let's just get this over with," you sighed, carrying the bucket of paint over to the living room as Bucky followed suit with the paint rollers and the smaller brushes to get the edges. "Anything to get this process done quicker."

He laid out the paint tray on the floor before crouching by the bucket, opening it swiftly before pouring some over to the tray. "Sure thing. It won't take long anyway, don't worry."

"Would you mind if I put on some music?" you asked, happily pulling your phone out when he shook his head to both sides with a quiet 'nah'. "Anything specific you want?"

"I like 40's music, so.." he trailed off for a moment, chuckling to himself before removing the tape cover of the paint roller, slowly dipping it on the paint before rolling it a few times on the protruding side of the tray. "Just put on the ones you like. It's about time I listen to some newer stuff."

"Alrighty," your hum filled his ears, and he momentarily looked away from the paint to look at you. Feeling his gaze, your eyes met his, but he averted his gaze to finally start painting the wall instead. Deciding to go with your favorite, you hit the shuffle button, setting your phone down on the couch before grabbing your own roller and doing the same.

It was a mortifying realization as you glanced at him from time to time, but his concentrated face made you feel lucky to be able to witness such a sight. His brows were slightly knitted, lips pursed into probably the most soft-looking frown someone like him could muster. Someone who went through decades of pain. Slight stubble made his entire face look even more chiseled than it originally was, and God, you wanted to feel it against your fingertips.

Now that you thought of it, you wanted to feel him against you.

Not in a sexual way, I mean, sure, why not, but mostly in a way where you could take in his warmth. Let him shelter you from anything that could come your way. Even the metal arm, you wanted it wrapped around you, tugging you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to those 40's songs that he seemed to never shut up about.

Clearing your throat, you didn't let your mind wander any further. Focusing on the task at hand, you completely missed the way his lips slightly tugged upward in a smile as he got lost in thoughts of you. About how he wanted to shelter you from anything that could come your way. Wrap his arms around you, tug you close to his chest tightly just to sway you from one side to another, dancing to the songs he missed listening to so much.

If only it came easy to tell you about it all.

"Ask. Her. Out."

"What?" Bucky's I'll-kill-you scowl was enough to scare an entire army away, but not Sam. Sam knew him like the back of his hand and judging by the way he was acting around you, asking you out proved itself to be mandatory. "Who?"

"I'm going to ignore that last word," shaking his head to both sides, Sam leaned back on his seat, gentle swaying of the boat lulling him into losing the last remaining pieces of filter he had. "Y/N. You're basically living by her ass, either stop being creepily attentive or ask her out."

"I'm not being creepy. Just helping out." Bucky grumbled under his breath, arms folded against his chest as he kept watching the stranger boats swimming through the lake. "She's not complaining."

"Yeah, because I bet your ass that she's expecting you to ask her out too, man," Sam's exhausted sigh caused Bucky to roll his eyes. "C'mon, she's nicer than anyone else you could've considered. What's there to lose?"

"What if she says no?"

"Why the fuck would she say no? Have you seen yourself, Bucky?"

"Are you hitting on me?"

"Alright, for fuck's sake," getting right back up on his feet, Sam walked towards the rudder inside, figuring it's time to get back -totally not because Bucky's paranoia was driving him crazy-. "Most of the shit she did for the house wouldn't take that long to finish. Unless you two are incredibly slow idiots, she was dragging it out too."

That kind of made sense to Bucky, sending his stomach into a slight turmoil as he faced the other side of the boat- just so Sam wouldn't see the excitement on his face. "Stop being ridiculous, she wants to get it done as soon as possible."

"But you two won't have an excuse to see each other as much as you do now, once it's all finished." Sam pointed out matter-of-factly, the grin of victory apparent on his lips when he couldn't hear any protest from the other. "How tragic."

"Fine. Just edge in, I'll go talk to her."

But he didn't even know what to say. Where to begin, how to even come close to explaining how he was feeling. Even he wasn't sure how one would describe it. But Sam's words- they planted hopes waiting to bloom with all their glory on his chest. Of course. You were dragging it out.

How you'd offer him to watch a movie with you instead of putting together that cabinet you bought because "It's considered slavery if I let you work any longer!", or when you'd pull over by a coffee shop to share a plate of tres leches because "I bet they didn't make it as good in the 40's."

How you'd stare at him all grateful when you thought he wouldn't notice. How you never seemed to notice when he did the same.

At a normal rate, the two of you could've finished everything up a week ago. So, you didn't want to let go of the only excuse you had for seeing him as often, and he really had no idea what to make of it.

"So! What did you want to talk about, Sergeant Barnes?" your playful figure sat cross-legged on the sofa, and although you felt like you were doing a good job at hiding it, Bucky could feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

Half-an-hour walk wasn't nearly enough to plan for what he needed to say, he secretly prayed that you could pull the words out of his soul magically by staring at him instead.

"I, um," off to a wonderful start, Bucky couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly unable to move an inch from where he was seated across from you. "Didn't- not really. Just wanted to spend some time with you, you know?"

"We've been spending a lot of time together," you mumbled out, fingers fidgeting with the end of your band t-shirt which was probably a size or two bigger than you. He couldn't believe how effortlessly breathtaking you looked at that moment.

"Yeah, but without excuses this time. I don't want TLC to be our reason to get toge- um, to hang out."

"Okay!" you chirped out, slowly getting up from where you were seated with a huff. "What does my resident super soldier want to do, then?"

He couldn't help but smile at that. "I wanna know everything that you like."

"Can't exactly tell you all about yourself, Sergeant."

As it turns out, Bucky was a wonderful listener.

Not even missing a word, he sat by you, a glass of half-drunk wine on the coffee table as he listened to you tell him stories of your childhood, the ones that you held close to your heart. In exchange, he told you all about his- about how he met Steve Rogers and how he was quite the ladies man back then -and you weren't surprised to hear that at all-, about the dances he'd drag all of his friends to. At one point, given the courage alcohol brought, you asked him to teach you how to dance- the way they did it in the forties. Thankfully, you were able to find some songs from those times, even Bucky's favorites as he carefully held your hand, chuckling along with you as his arms gently wrapped around your waist to keep you close.

"Bucky," you laughed out, bracing yourself against his chest as you looked down at your feet. "I'm so bad at this."

He just shook his head at you, a gentle smile painting his lips before pulling you even closer, just to guide you through it. "You're better than you give yourself credit for," his whisper brought a sigh out of you as you looked up at him, arms now wrapped around his neck with your love-sick gaze trailing through his face.

He looked so happy. So smitten- and it warmed your heart beyond anything you ever experienced before.

"Still not exactly the dance partner you would've wished for, huh?" your tone was softer than ever, quiet, as if anybody else would hear if you spoke any louder. He shook his head rather immediately before reaching in to lean his forehead against yours, eyes closed, heart in bliss.

"My imagination couldn't even come close."

It was either his incredible body warmth or the proximity which had your entire physique feeling as if it was on fire, and the way his soft breath hit against your face with each step he guided you through didn't do anything to help. You melted into it- enjoying the way he was quite obviously savoring the moment, engraving it deep in his mind to never forget how it felt to hold you close like this, with music from his time filling his heart with so much familiarity.

He knew for sure then, that you were his home. And you couldn't say that you felt any different.

It was as if your body went on auto-pilot when you pulled away a bit, only to reach back in but this time, in a way where your lips would meet his. He was naturally taken aback at first, body tensing for a split moment before stopping the movement of his feet altogether, one hand going up to rest against your cheek as you kissed him. You were gentle and he was chivalrous, a wonderful rendezvous of the feelings you two harbored for one another. Not even caring for oxygen, you kissed him through the loneliness of the past seventy years, feeling his walls crumble under the soft mewls you let out, before he pulled away to catch his breath.

"You beat me to it," he whispered out, a breathy chuckle leaving him as you still kept him close.

"Yeah, sure, Mr. Ladies Man," your taunting tone brought him back to reality as he laughed along with you. "You were too scared to do it anyhow."

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oblivious-idiot · 1 year

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Could you do a Lockwood x reader where he does little stuff for the reader without thinking? Like he buys her something he’d think she’d without a second thought and he doesn’t notice till George or Lucy comments about it. Thank you :) ❤️

Subconscious actions

AN: This was such a cute prompt, thank you! I hope you like it <3

Warnings: fluff, George is done with Lockwood being oblivious, Lockwood is a hopeless romantic <3

Word count: 1.3k

Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x fem!Reader

Lockwood was one of those people who would do anything for others without even thinking about it. He was selfless to his core, almost to the point he would literally die for you and the rest of his team and wouldn’t think twice about the decision. But he was also selfless in aspects of doing things for others because of the fact he knew it would make them happy, and you were one of those people he loved to see smile.

Although Lockwood tended to be quite hard on himself and didn’t always let people in, he couldn’t help but soften up when you were around, he practically turned to butter when he saw you. The two of you had become pretty close over the last six months since you moved in to 35 Portland Road, but of course you could never say anything to one another about your feelings. George and Lucy knew of course, they weren’t that oblivious.

“I’ll make myself a cup of tea then” George grumbled as Lockwood left the kitchen with two cups of tea in hand - one for him and one for you. “Is he running around making teas again?” Lucy asked, no surprise in her voice at all “I swear that boy is so lovestruck it’s making me feel ill” she continued as she sat at the table, which made the two of them laugh. “Shall we tell him, that we know?” she asked “Lucy, do you think he even knows himself?” George said as he rolled his eyes “Lockwood’s so oblivious I think even the whole of Fittes and Deprac will know before he does”

"George! Come give me a hand with the shopping will you!" Lockwood called as he entered the house, arms ladened with carrier bags. George made his way down the stairs, cleaning his glasses as he went, before looking to Lockwood "please tell me you didn't blow the months budget again, or I'm going to have to stop you from going out by yourself." "Oh George, do you really have such low expectations of me? Besides, y/n gave me a list of all the things we were running out of" Lockwood flashed George one of his charming smiles before he heaved the bags down into the kitchen "That answers my question then" George grumbled as he followed Lockwood through the house.

The two boys slowly put away the groceries in a steady rhythm, being quite used to the job since living together for over a year. Whenever George came across something that they didn't usually buy he left it on the table, sure that Lockwood had a reason as to why he bought it. "So, are you going to tell me why you brought home half the stores chocolate selection, pastries, and some weird fancy tea" George asks, looking puzzled at the box of tea bags in his hand "What kind of tea has coconut in it anyways?" "Y/n said she was feeling homesick, I guess I thought they would make her feel better" Lockwood shrugged in response as if it was nothing to worry about.

This carried on for weeks, Lockwood never really thinking much more than how happy you always looked when he gave you something new, but you thought it was really sweet. You weren't sure if there was a reason why Lockwood was so keen on doing little stuff for you, you were sure that it wasn't because he liked you, so you never said anything incase it made things awkward. Surely he did this kind of thing for George and Lucy too right?

Walking home one morning from a case, dawn was breaking to reveal a soft blanket of mist lying over the park you were walking through. It was still early spring so there was a chill in the air "It's days like this where I wish I brought a coat on cases" you shuddered, your breath forming clouds in front of you "The sun will come over soon I imagine" George said as he checked his watch. Without even giving it a second thought, Lockwood shrugged off his coat and placed it over your shoulders "Lockwood, I-, you didn't have to" you gave him grateful smile, in which he flashed you one in return "I can't have one of my best agents shivering to death. Besides, I'm almost never cold, practically warm blooded" he said as he slid his hand into yours, his warm touch feeling like a furnace on your icy fingers. "You're human, Lockwood, of course you're warm blooded" George said as he rolled his eyes, but Lockwood simply batted away the comment with his spare hand.

When the team got back to the house, Lucy and George pulled Lockwood into the kitchen while you went upstairs to shower. "Jesus wept Lockwood, this is getting insufferable" George cried, in which Lockwood just gave him a confused look in return "I'm not sure I follow George..?" "We're talking about you and y/n, Lockwood. Have you even told her you like her yet?" Lucy said as she boiled the kettle. Lockwood gave an uneasy chuckle and his cheeks flushed red "I- no, I haven't. How did you even know?" "Oh Lockwood, you are one of the most oblivious people I know, for someone who's ego is so big" George said, shaking his head, "Oh come on, now that's not fair" Lockwood gave out a small laugh, but Lucy and George just gave him unimpressed looks in return.

With Lockwood now conscious of his actions, you noticed he was a little more distant. Less impromptu teas or purchases of your favourite snacks, you weren't sure if you had done something but you knew you needed answers. One evening when Lucy and George had gone to bed, you found Lockwood in his usual spot in the library reading his gossip magazines. You had brought in two cups of tea for the pair of you, which he thanked you without making eye contact. You sat in an armchair opposite him "Lockwood, what's the matter? Have I done something to upset you?" you questioned "No, no of course not! The very opposite I assure you y/n." "Then what's going on with you? You seem distant is all..." He took a long sip of tea, his ears turning a little pink "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be. I've just been dealing with some things is all" He finally answered and gave you a soft smile. You placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring smile in return "You know you can tell me anything Lockwood, no judgement on my part." He couldn't meet your eyes - "I've really started to like you y/n... I guess I show that with all the things I do for you" he hesitantly answered. Even with the surprise confession, you couldn't help but laugh, which made Lockwood's eyes shoot up to meet yours "I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd see a flustered and shy Anthony Lockwood with my own eyes, you're always so confident" - you calmed your laughter and softly enclosed your fingers around his "I like you too Lockwood."

One you and Lockwood had gotten over the awkwardness, you finally went back to normal. Lockwood didn't stop doing little things for you, he actually started doing it more. He started subconsciously packing a jumper in your kit bag for cold nights or letting you borrow his coat without asking. Sometimes he'd bring you back books from the store or bunches or flowers he's see growing near the road - he was a hopeless romantic really, but he'd never been happier.

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fariesoiree · 2 months

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Ty for responding lovey, I adore your interpretation, especially the part about googling stupid stuff lol. Going on quora and such. I can imagine him shamefully deleting his search history afterwards in case his fbi agent turned out to be a snitch

But, I wonder how fast he would just get tired of dropping subtle sighs and just tell reader about his feelings.

Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night

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yk it’s so funny you mention this bc i actually already have it planned out in my head how reader n hobie come to be reader n hobie. i could probably write it but i wont bc it would be very angsty and im not a angst person.

everyone knows hobie is not into the way society operates. it’s common knowledge. that same thing would carry over to relationships and it would be very very very difficult for him to break out of his habits.

he’s not a toxic bf at all i think he’s very sweet n perfect n i love him. i just don’t think that he was the first one to make the move like the real let’s be exclusive n together move. in my universe, you and hobie are on again off again for a while. after the initial flirting, he never really asks you out. you go on dates and you act like a couple but he doesn’t put the label on it bc he doesn’t care.

now this can go one of two ways, you also don’t care and are chill w it or you do care. im gonna go w the you do care route. it becomes something that you ask him. literally you send the what are we text and he just blanks bc he doesn’t know what to call it but he knows he’s having a good time and is happy with you. he’s not into defining and labeling everything. he doesn’t like categorizing stuff and putting it into a neat and pretty box all bc someone said so.

this can and will cause problems bc you want a label. you want something to call him and he really don’t gaf what you call it. lots of arguments bc you don’t understand him and he couldn’t be arsed. like, this is a vvvv slow burn bc to you, a label means stability and you feel like he’s not giving you that and you’re not enjoying it. to him, a label is just another way of making everything fit in societies standards. he doesn’t way to do what everyone is doing and be brainless and conform.

in the end, i’m not sure what the push is or what the compromise is. you’re free to interpret and lmk but ig it just gets exhausting to do the back and forth but neither of you view it as more important than each other so you kinda just . . . never talk about it again. instead of introducing him as your boyfriend, you say partner and he likes it bc it could entail anything. life partner, partner in crime, wtv.

but yeah c: that’s my personal canon that i believe in for every hobie i’ve ever written, even prowler hobie. except sometimes ik ill use the word bf but now you know he just stopped bringing it up and pointing out that he doesn’t like it.

#⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 . . . 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 . . . ☄️ 𝜗𝜚⋆#hobie x black!reader #hobie brown #x black fem reader #x black reader #astv hobie #x reader #hobie x reader #hobie x y/n

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mechformers · 1 year

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Could I request spider x gn reader where reader as general anxiety and was human but got put in an avatar body indefinitely because they were dying it traumatised them and sometimes they dissociate a bit because of it and when they get kidnapped they get really anxious and stressed and they stay close to spider but when they get separated they stay closer to quaritch due to him reminding them of spiderthey self sooth by sucking there thumb, if it could just be fluffy please, thank you hope you have a good day/night

Absolutely! Thank you so much for your request <3

I don't know if this is anything close to what you had envisioned when sending your request, but it was so much fun to write. The reader maybe reads a bit more traumatized than what you asked for, but their dynamic with Quaritch was just too good to lose out on, so... <3

You're alright, kiddo...

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SFW / Platonic Spider & gn!Reader + Quaritch & gn!Reader (blink and you’ll miss it Sider & Quaritch) Tw: gn!Reader, terminal illness before being transferred into an avatar, anxious reader, PTSD, thumb sucking as self-comforting, disassociating, selective mutism, food/eating, Quaritch is soft and kind to the kids (fight me lol)

You didn’t know what hit you when all of a sudden, your queue was grabbed hard and you were pulled backward. The Sully kids and Spider all screamed and hissed as they too were taken, but as you were all forced to your knees, all you could focus on was the huge man that sauntered into the little group, his sneer sending chills down your spine. You try your best to stay quiet, to cooperate, just like Jake Sully had always taught the kids to do, but you could feel yourself slipping.

“What’s wrong with…” The big man, the Colonel, asked the Na’vi behind you when you started shaking.

“Them,” Spider barked, fighting the hold on his own hair.

“Uh-huh…” The Colonel hummed lazily, “What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re afraid, alright, so step away and give them some space already,” Spider sneers back, still fighting his hold.

“Nice try, kid,” The Colonel huffs before turning his back on you to focus on Lo’ak instead.

You don’t register what’s being said or what happens. The only thing you know is that it’s getting darker and then, Neytiri calls out to her children. Relief floods you as you realize that you’ll be saved, that you’ll get to sleep in your own nest and be with your own people. The next thing you register is running as loud noises and flashes of light bombard you from all sides. Neytiri and Jake are both shouting, and the Colonel answers them with a cold chuckle. Your hand is grabbed hard as Spider pulls you along from your cowering position by a tree, the undergrowth disappearing quickly as you get to higher ground, seemingly running for your life. There’s a loud noise behind you, a flash of orange light, and then everything goes dark.

“Y/n? Y/n, are you alright?” Spider’s voice calls to you, but your ears are ringing so loudly, you just whine in response.

This was easily ten times worse than waking up in your new avatar body ever had been. The memory, however, still makes you nauseous. You had never wanted to be transferred into this avatar body, yet, here you were while your own body was somewhere else entirely. Maybe you should have been happy that you got this second chance, but living with the Na’vi, with the scientists, after you were abandoned on Pandora, was anything but easy. You didn’t quite fit into the Na’vi way of life. You were weak, quiet, anxious… Yet, somehow stuck there with them all.

“Hey, Y/n, come on back to me,” Spider urged, making you open your eyes, only to quickly close them again.

The lights were so bright in the room you were in, the floor cold and rough against your skin. You didn’t know how long you had been out or how much time had passed since you were taken. The only thing you knew was that Neytiri and Jake weren’t here, that this wasn’t home or anywhere close to it. You were sitting below a huge table with Spider, the older boy holding you close as he tried to connect with you.

“Listen up, kid,” The Colonel hums as he steps into the room, the massive glass doors swishing open and then shut, “The deal is this; we gotta learn how to do this Na’vi stuff. Now, I know you said you won’t betray the Sullys, and I respect that. But I need an answer,”

“What if I don’t have an answer for you?” Spider spits back, the distaste so clear in his voice.

“Then I gotta give you back to the lab coats,” The Colonel drawls before pinning Spider with a look, “They’re asking for you both this time,”

“Guess there’s not much of a choice then,” Spider huffs angrily as he crosses his arms above his chest.

“Guess there ain’t,” The Colonel smiles smugly before mirroring Spider and crossing his own arms over his chest. “So who’s your friend there?”

“They’re one of the orphans from the village,” Spider starts, stepping before you to block the Colonel’s way. “Their body got sick some years ago, so the scientists made them an avatar so that they could survive,”

The Colonel hums before sucking his teeth, his crossed arms shifting his hold before he looks past Spider to where you still sit under the table. His eyes make your skin crawl with the way you feel as if he sees straight through you. The need to be closer to Spider, closer to someone safe, eventually forces you to reach out for the older boy. The end of his tweng is what you grab a hold of, the worn material grounding in its own way as it’s stuck to Spider’s person.

“You’re scaring them, skxawng,” Spider sighs as he steps closer to the table so that you don’t have to stretch your arms out to him.

The Colonel stares at Spider for a long while before stepping back and getting down to one knee with a heavy grunt. Resting his arms on his bent knee, he leans forward, eyes looking for yours. They’re sharp and calculating, but to your surprise, they’re filled with curiosity instead of the cruelty you were expecting.

“You alright there, kiddo?” The Colonel asks, his voice husky.

“They don’t speak much,” Spider sighs, but the Colonel doesn’t pay him any mind.

Unable to meet his eyes, you nod your head instead. The way he looks at you is stressing you out, your anxiety levels rising steadily as he stares. Eventually, he gets up on his feet, mumbling something to Spider before the doors swish open and shut again. It doesn’t take long before Spider’s head bends down to look at you too, his smile gentle.

“Still good, Y/n?” He asks while squatting down to your level.

“Yeah,” You croak, your throat tight, “Thanks,”

“Don’t know if you heard it, but we’re moving out later,” Spider explains slowly, making sure that each word registers, “He’s getting us some food, are you hungry?”

“I’m starving,” In time with your words, your stomach rumbles loudly, making Spider chuckle as a grin spreads on his face.

“I guess you are,” Spider hums before getting up again.

This time though, he takes your hand, squeezing it tightly as he sits on the tabletop. It’s an awkward position to sit in with your hand raised like that, but when he squeezes it, it settles something within you, making your anxiety dissipate somewhat. You don’t notice it when you start drifting, but when you come to again, the Colonel is sitting in the corner by the door as he chats with Spider. The older boy is still holding your hand while he eats with his other. He’s seemingly enjoying the conversation, his face breaking out in a grin as he chuckles at the Colonel.

“Ah, there they are,” The Colonel hums, his sharp eyes greeting yours when you look up at him, “Brought you some food,”

The Colonel's eyes turn almost gentle as his eyes drop to the thumb in your mouth, his head tilting curiously as his ears rotate toward you. Immediately, you pull your thumb out, clenching your hand around it as you feel your face heat. The Colonel tuts, his husky voice gentle when he speaks again.

“It’s alright to suck your thumb, kiddo,” He hums, his eyebrows furrowing in deep thought for a moment. “Does it make you feel better? Safer?”

Nodding your head, you’re unable to see his expression. The Colonel hums gently and just like that, the room falls silent. Spider hands you what surprisingly turns out to be diced yovo fruit and sure enough, when you put the first cube in your mouth, the sweetness of the fruit explodes. Humming with happiness, you chew the cubed fruit until you’re full, eventually daring a low “Thank you, Sir,” which earns you another one of those gentle smiles.

As far as kidnappings go, you guess this one isn’t the worst. You’re treated well and the recoms, the entire unit, do what they can to protect both Spider and you. It’s probably why it takes you by complete surprise when the angry General pushes the recom unit out on a mission they’re not yet ready to embark on. For the past few months, Spider has been teaching the recom unit the Na’vi way, preparing them for what Pandora had to throw their way once they were alone in the jungle that surrounded the area. Apparently, the General had been fed up with waiting, her angry narrowed eyes demanding results that even you knew wouldn’t come.

Still, the recom unit obeyed the orders, which was what led you to be in the situation you were now in. Distressed and spiraling, sucking your thumb for comfort, you crouch by the hollow opening of a tree root as the furious thanator the recom unit had stepped upon runs around the area, furiously protecting its territory. In the chaos that erupted when it attacked, Spider lost the hold on your hand, his body being pushed away from yours as the recoms pushed at the two of you to move forward, shouting for you to run, to get away. It hadn’t taken long before you were separated, each one of you spread around the forest as you tried to escape the predator.

Before you know it, you’re pulled out of your hiding spot, strong, huge arms wrapping tightly around you as you’re gathered up to wrap your legs around a strong waist. Locking your legs behind the recom’s back, you cling to him as if your life depends on it as he takes the both of you through the forest, sprinting further and further away until suddenly, the thanator stops and turns, the intruders - you - out of its territory. Breathing heavily, the recom cups the back of your head, pressing your face into the crook of his shoulder as he comes to a stop.

“You’re alright, kiddo…” Quaritch rasps, his voice windy as he turns in circles, “You’re alright,”

“Are you hurt?” The question registers, but you’re unable to reply to it, your heart still racing in your chest.

“Y/n, are you hurt?” Quaritch asks again, this time more gently, but with an underlying urgency.

When you still can’t reply, he gently peels you off of him, sitting you down on a rock as he checks for injuries. Eventually, when he’s pleased, you’re lifted up into his arms again. Quaritch’s own heart is beating frantically, even through his vest, but that doesn’t stop him from reacting. His first priority seems to be to get you as high up in the air as possible, something that doesn’t come easy when they haven’t trained much on climbing. At least he isn’t wearing the boots anymore, which makes the whole thing a little bit easier. Only when he’s reached the highest branches does he stop to sit down, his long legs spread on each side of the thick branch as he takes a moment to just breathe.

“Iron Sky, Blue one, actual,” Quaritch rumbles as he presses the device on his neck, “Requesting extraction,”

You listen as he talks to whoever is on the other side, the hums and grunts rumbling through his chest as you try your best to calm your nerves. A big hand cups your head, gently pressing it to Quaritch’s chest, making you look up into sharp yellow eyes. There’s a soft smile on his lips as he looks down at you before he looks out over the jungle below. There are sounds all around you from smaller animals, birds chirping as they communicate in the neighboring trees, no doubt telling each other about the two Na’vi in their territory.

Taking a deep breath, you relax your head against Quaritch’s chest before letting it out. Although you know that he’s a bad man, you can’t help but feel safe as his arms hold you protectively against him, making sure that nothing or no one can hurt you. Your feet hurt and you’re tired, sleepy even. Lifting the hand closest to Quaritch to your lips, you gently slip your thumb into your mouth. It’s immediately soothing in a way you have never been able to explain, and when his thumb starts stroking your head where he cups it, it doesn’t take long before your eyes close and then… you sleep safely wrapped up in protective arms.

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aettuddae · 24 days

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im here again cause i have more thoughts that i cant keep to myself SORRY FOR THE MINI SPAM (is this considered a spam? idk)

every single crackship ur anons have made ive opposed, BUT i love ning & serim um 😲😲 idk they are just both cutie patooties

also since serim is such a plant freak i like to think her dream role would be someone in little shop of horrors and probably has preformed tbe whole thing on weverse live (and maybe to jimin now too😭😭)

i love that serim is a sone because karina is also a sone ahhh 😭😭 i hope when they finally can be around eo without having the urge to commit a homicide they can fangirl out (they would probably debate about stuff regarding the group)

im actually so not ready for this angst thats gonna come 😖😖 ur ability to go from silly to serious is diabolical (in a good way ofc) so im scared and still slightly scarred from hole in one…

its been awhile since ive complimented ur writing so i just want to say i hope u never lose a passion for it cause ur genuinely so good. whether its making smau on tumblr or writing about ur day in a journal i hope u continue to thrive and let ur creative juices flow😭😭 i seriously love when u update, it makes my day!! (i be reading it on my bed with my feet kicking back n forth like goo hara in the pretty girl mv)

AND ITS GETTING TOO LONG so ill finish it by saying something i say all the time but yeah to see how much youve grown as a writer is such a privilege!! okay thats it byeeeeee

- 🕷️

you know i don't mind the asks 🫶🏻

my anons most times want the oc to be far away from karina, i don't know how this blog has kept sailing 🫴🏼 ning and serim are a fan favorite 😭 they are adorable

as much as i like musicals, i didn't know about little shop of horrors and now i'm searching it, it feels it was made for serim. she totally knows it from start to end, and i don't know if she would perform it in front of jimin, but jimin has heard it so many times already she knows the songs

YES, my little sones 😭 they would watch the concerts on youtube and yell about what's their favorite japanese release. jimin will so tease serim about how she knows them, was on got the beat, and so on. when they come clean about snsd to eo, the smau is merely gonna be about it, sorry

it's crazy bc if you are a new reader who's only familiar with business matter you wouldn't know angst is my specialty 🤷🏻‍♀️ but chill, we have time before that 😉

writing makes me really happy, even if it's for an au or the format i feel like putting it out that day, i can't run away from it. i like finding ways to share it with people, and i'm glad there are ones that enjoy it. you've been around for a while, so thanks for liking what i do and being supportive, it makes me really happy when i see your asks too 🫂 since there are people who care, i still make stories 🤍

thank you for being so sweet 🫶🏻

#aettuddae #answer #business matter #🕷️ anon

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 8 months

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Hi M 🌻. You mentioned two prompts being used for Vamp!Finrod and Manwë, though I'm not sure if I can request for Finrod again, but if so, you can use his character or the other I'm presenting :)

For the event can I request a Vampire!Finrod or Feanor x reader, using the prompt “You were dying. I did what I had to do.” with the Trick theme.

No dark themes please. Thank you in advance 🌻

Here you go!

"The change"

Pairing: Vampire! Finrod x Reader (second person POV)

Location: 19th Century London, England

Prompt 9: "You were dying. I did what I had to do."

Themes: Angst-ish | Emotional | Happy ending

Warnings: Vampirism | Illness | Blood drinking (not graphic) | Reader undergoes the change and becomes a vampire

Word count: 1k words

Summary: Finrod, desperate to save you, turns into something more like him.

A/n: this is for the @fellowshipofthefics October challenge.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

It happened on All Hallows Eve, when the veil between the living and the dead was at its thinnest and magic was at its most powerful.

Your body was cold. Not from an October chill, mind, where the cold is sharp and sweet and reminds one of a season about to pass by. This was an unwelcome cold, one that was determined to draw out every last ounce of life force you had.

And you fought. Oh, how you fought. Still, the icy grip on you tightened, pulling you closer and closer to the other side.

"Drink," a voice called out from the darkness. "Drink, my darling. Drink and live."

A powerful hand slipped beneath your head, lifting it off the pillow with the greatest of care. Too weak to do anything but obey, you opened your mouth when pressed to do so. Something strange and thick and yes, sweet, trickled down your throat, driving away the chill that threatened to claim you and setting every nerve within alight. Your body jolted as if struck by lightning. More of that sweet-tasting liquid flowed into your throat, bringing with it wave after wave of rapturous sensations and making you feel more alive than you had ever been before.

"Yes." That same voice cut through the darkness yet again, this time thick with yearning. "Drink."

The hand that cradled your head glided lower, resting against your back, cradling you in a loose but tender embrace.

You drank your fill, savoring every welcomed surprise that came with each gulp. After the rapture, memories came. Visions of a time long gone, of faces that were no longer among the living, and of realms that had faded away from all living memory flashed before your eyes. You latched onto them all, desperate and eager. You drank long and drank deep. The one holding you shivered.

"Enough for now," he declared, and drew back the source of your rejuvenation before laying you back in bed. "You have done so well. But now, you must brace yourself for the change."

Before you could say a word, before you could even open your eyes, an abrupt, strangling pain had you in its grip. The sheets twisted while you writhed and convulsed in agony. Your savior remained with you through the entirety of your ordeal, wiping your brow, holding your hand, and whispering words of encouragement. You barely heard them, so lost were you in the fiery waves that tore through your body again and again, making it feel like you were dying. Perhaps that was what it was. On and on it went, until, finally, the pain slowly stopped and you could finally breathe freely.

After a deep, satisfying breath, you opened your eyes. Everything in your bedchamber was clearer, and the colors were extraordinarily vibrant. The air held within it every scent imaginable: the ash gathering in the hearth, the faint perfume of roses on the mantle, the lavender lingering on the sheets, and the crisp, clean scent of him.

Even the blue of his eyes sparkled in a way it had never done before. You took another deep breath and asked, "What happened to me, Ingoldo?"

Finrod's smile warmed his eyes while he held out his hand. You accepted it and let him lead you to a filigree mirror, one that rose from the floor and almost touched the ceiling. One good look was all that was needed, and you gasped, stunned by your transformation.

No more chalky, death-like pallor. No more gaunt, sunken cheeks and clouded eyes, or limp, listless hair. Every inch of your person glowed with vitality. Then you parted your lips and saw them. Luminous white fangs gleamed in the lamplight before ascending, making it look like nothing was unusual with your teeth. You turned to face him, now knowing what had been done to you.

"You made me into something like you?"

"You were dying, my darling. I did what I had to do to save you." Finrod paused, then hesitated. "Are you angry with me?"

You turned to look at yourself in the mirror once again. A thousand questions came to you in a rush, but there was one that pricked at your thoughts more than any other.

"I am grateful for this gift you have given me. Truly," you replied, your heart heavy with great dread. You did not want to sound ungrateful for him saving your life for you were indeed grateful, but vampires were proud creatures and they never took too kindly to acts of ingratitude. "But does this mean I must feed like you?"

"Yes," he confessed. "You must. It is the only way. But," Finrod continued, "that does not mean it has to be the blood of those who walk this earth with no inkling about who we are. The blood of mortals is not the only thing that can nourish us."

"There are other ways? I do not have to sustain myself with human blood?"

"Oh, aye. There is another way. It may not be as... satisfying as a mortal's life essence, but it keeps us alive and well."

There was no surprise when you heard his answer, vague as it was. You knew what he meant. He was gone often enough to the forests outside around his country home when the urge to eat came over him. After a while, you closed your eyes, your jaw throbbing with a dull ache. Then you hissed. Smiled.

"I sound like Mrs. Harker's cat," you opined, then giggled. "No. Mrs. Harker's cat is louder."

Finrod's laughter was as bright and glorious as his singing. "But you sound exceedingly sweeter than that wretched little fiend. Are you well, my darling? Are you happy with this?"

You looked at yourself one last time. Confining yourself to an existence in the shadows was not how you envisioned your life turning out to be. There was great danger; there were those who loathed beings like Finrod. Then there was the matter of spending an eternity watching everyone and everything around you change while you did not. You looked at Finrod, who, even now, gazed at you with hope and fear at war with each other in his eyes.

But I am alive, and no longer a prisoner to that accursed illness. And perhaps an eternity may not be so wretched as long as he is by my side.

"Will you ever leave me?"

"Remember my oath?" Finrod reminded you. "I will never leave you. For as long as you desire to have me by your side, I will never leave. In another week, I will take you to the forests by my country home and teach you how to hunt. Tonight, however, I will present you to the others during the masquerade ball. Would you like that?"

Being formally presented to other vampires was a high honor, and a sign of a maker's devotion. Finrod meant to honor his vow. You could not help but show your pleasure. "I would like that very much."

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kimbappykidding · 2 years

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Mingyu x Female Reader Part One: Imagine being shipped with Mingyu and really resisting it because you think a guy that looks like him can’t be a good person...then you meet him

Part Two Here

Before you’d even debuted you’d heard about Mingyu. There was this guy at your company that everyone gushed over for being so hot and you took an immediate dislike to him. You hadn't even met him but you hated when people got so much praise purely for their looks. They were usually conceited and shallow and you wrongly assumed the same thing about Mingyu. So when you debuted and fans started shipping you, you were horrified. He was the last person you wanted to see your name next to and so you did everything to try and avoid him but the universe just wasn’t having any of it.

At one of the award shows you were expecting a relatively chill night but that was abruptly ruined by your manager. "Y/n you have to MC tonight" he cried rushing into the dressing room. "What!" you cried "why me?". "Jae is ill, Nari has her solo performance and Aera doesn’t speak Korean fluently so it has to be you". You sighed "but...but I don’t even have an outfit for it".” What you're wearing is fine now come on!" and you were dragged away.

Of course your MC partner was Mingyu, as if your day couldn’t get any worse. Mingyu however was oblivious and he smiled when he saw you "it’s y/n right?". There were only 4 of you in your group so you immediately took that the wrong way. "Yep and you're..." you asked feigning ignorance and Mingyu paused awkwardly "Mingyu". "Ahhh right, sorry there’s just so many of you" but Mingyu just nodded "no worries. Thanks for filling for Jae. I thought I was going to have to do it myself". You shrugged "my manager didn’t really give me a choice so I'm here". You were hoping if you were rude enough to Mingyu he’d never want to speak or look at you again but the boy didn’t rise to the bait. Mingyu just nodded "well it shouldn't be too bad, we’ve got the auto cube and we don’t have any little bits or anything. Just a few interactions between us". You nodded "cool" and grabbed your microphone “let’s get going”.

Mingyu was right and the night passed smoothly. You made it to the end and you were about to join your friends on stage when Mingyu caught you. "Hey I just wanted to say you did a really great job tonight". You nodded "thanks" and wondered how to get him to leave you alone. Mingyu seemed to sense you didn’t want to talk to him and nodded "well thanks again. See you around y/n" and he walked away. "I bet that's the first time a girl’s not swooned for him" you muttered to yourself and walked on stage feeling relieved it was over.

You really should’ve known better.

Not a week later when you were standing outside one of the recording booths when Mingyu came around the corner. He smiled when he saw you "hey y/n". He wasn’t alone though, he was with Hoshi who you’d met once or twice. You nodded to them both and hoped he’d just leave you to wait in silence but Mingyu began to ask how your day was. You replied curtly before turning to Hoshi all smiles "I love your solo by the way! It was great". Hoshi smiled "really?". You nodded and continued to chat to Hoshi purposefully excluding Mingyu. When the coach was finally ready for you, you said goodbye, directing it to Hoshi and didn’t even look at Mingyu as you walked into the room.

You saw Mingyu a few times around the building and every time you did the same thing, ignored him and talked to whoever he was with. Soon Mingyu got the message but he didn’t take it as you expected he would. You were waiting for a lift when Mingyu appeared and stood beside you. You prayed he’d take another one but he didn’t and followed you into the same one as you. You tried to stop him telling him you were in a hurry but he shrugged and said it’d be fine. You sighed annoyed and when the doors closed Mingyu turned to you. "Have I done something to offend you?" he asked "just you never seem to like being with me even for 10 seconds". You rolled your eyes "so what every girl has to be happy to see you?". "No but they usually don’t seem to detest me either". You went to shoot another smart come back when you paused at Mingyu’s expression. He actually seemed sincere and kind of sad, he appeared to really care. "If I’ve done anything I'm really sorry" Mingyu said "I just want to be friends". You paused "I...there’s nothing. I'm not angry at you". Mingyu nodded "okay well I'll see you around” and he exited the lift leaving you feeling very odd.

You weren’t sure if Mingyu had been genuinely sincere or not so you decided to ask your members. You told them about your theory Mingyu was stuck up and rude to be met with silence. "You’re kidding right?' your leader asked. You shook your head "no am I wrong?". "Yes! Have you never seen their show? Mingyu usually does all the cooking and cleaning. He's very domestic and they all love tormenting him. He’s usually the butt of the joke most times but he always takes it well, he’s actually got a really good nature". You were surprised "you're joking right?". "No watch their show!" she cried. So you did and you felt so bad. Mingyu wasn't this horrible person you expected. You’d judged him completely on his appearance and got him all wrong. You felt terrible but had no how to handle it. Especially because Mingyu was kind of avoiding you now and so you had no more lift trips to tell him how sorry you were.

So the next time you saw Mingyu was at a club after an award show. You were immediately reminded of how badly you’d treated him. You hesitated to go and apologise when you saw two girls go over to him and you sighed. Even if he wasn’t an idiot he still looked like himself so life couldn’t be too bad.

You always got bored at clubs but couldn't leave until your members wanted to so you were wandering around the upper quieter levels of the club when you heard running and came around the corner to see Scoups and Dk, two of Mingyu’s members racing down the hallway. They jumped when they saw you and then nodded to you “hey”. “Hey” you replied unsure what else to say. Luckily they didn’t seem to want to talk. Scoups spotted a fire exit and headed towards it. You watched them curiously and before they left Scoups turned to you. "If Mingyu appears don’t tell him we were here" Scoups told you "okay?". You nodded "sure but he won’t ask me". "Ow yeah cus you hate him!" Dk nodded "that’s good maybe block the way we go? Then he’ll never follow us". Scoups hit him but was also laughing at the comment "okay we’re gonna go now, bye" and they ran off.

Sure enough minutes later Mingyu appeared. He jumped as he spotted you and looked down. He tried to act casual but that was hard when you were 6 foot and had just been running. He straightened his shirt and nodded to you. You nodded back at him "you okay?". He seemed surprised you were speaking to him "me?". You bit back a sarcastic comment about how nobody else was here and nodded "yeah, you look all panicked". He paused "ow well Scoups stole my car keys and I need them because I...". "Have a party of two to show your bedroom?" you guessed. Mingyu looked down "something like that...have you seen them?". You shook your head "no sorry". Mingyu shrugged "nevermind thanks". You nodded "you know I'm sure one of the duo has a car or bedrooms". Mingyu smiled "yeah probably but I prefer my place it’s...tidier". "Really? Your worry is the cleanliness of the room?" you asked in surprise. Mingyu nodded "dirty bedding is a real turn-off". You shrugged "that's true...most guys don’t think like that though. They’d take a back seat or toilet". Mingyu trickled his nose "ewww I'd never fit in a car and a toilet is just so unhygienic". You chuckled at his response and nodded "Mingyu I just want to say...I misjudged you. I thought you were some shallow hunk who used his looks to get by but I now know that's not true. I'm sorry". Mingyu seemed shocked by your outright apology and he paused "I...thank you but you don’t need to apologise. It's easy to assume". "Still doesn’t make it right" you replied and he nodded "true...but you said sorry so no hard feelings?" he asked holding out a hand to you. You nodded and shook it "no hard feelings...now go before those girls before they think you've ditched them". Mingyu smiled "will do, thanks y/n" and he disappeared.

That interaction with Mingyu stuck in your mind and the two of you were more alike than either of you knew because the same happened to Mingyu. He couldn’t get your conversation out of his head so he went to his members to find out info on you. "Hey what do you know about y/n?" Mingyu asked the group one day in rehearsal. "Y/n from Blossom?" Joshua asked and Mingyu nodded. "Well shouldn’t you know the most considering you MCed together?". Mingyu blushed "well we didn’t really get on then so no...but I thought one of you might know her?" he asked. Scoups shrugged "she’s always been nice to me. I once tripped right in front of her and she asked if I was okay". Wonwoo nodded "yeah she seems fine, I held a door open for her once and she thanked me". Mingyu sighed, it wasn’t exactly the groundbreaking reveal he wanted. "Didn't The8 go on a show with her?' Joshua asked and Scoups nodded "ow yeah! He got paired up with her". Mingyu’s eyes lit up "really? I'll go ask him". "Wait why do you want to know?" Joshua asked. Scoups laughed "isn’t it obvious? He likes her. Our boy Mingyu is so popular he’s got to go for the girls who've shown no interest in him to keep it interesting". Mingyu rolled his eyes "I just find her intriguing that’s all" and he walked away.

Mingyu found The8 in the other practice room and not so subtly cornered him to ask him his questions. Luckily The8 knew more than you said thank you when someone held a door open for you. "She’s funny" The8 smiled "witty and got a pretty dark sense of humour. She said she doesn’t like overly dramatic or emotional people and she’s pretty chill. I liked her". Mingyu nodded, all of that made sense with what he’d found. "Do you think she’d go out with me?" he asked. The8 paused and Mingyu nodded "I know I'm not her type at all". "No you’re not. She wasn't one for popular or conventional people but maybe if you showed her you weren't really like that then yeah I don’t see why not". Mingyu nodded "great! Now I just need to find a way to do that". The8 smiled "I think the best way would be to speak with her. Casually. Just start chatting to her". Mingyu nodded he could do that.

So Mingyu kept looking for opportunities to speak to you but none arose. Your group had a comeback and were super busy which Mingyu supposed explained it. However there was an award show which Mingyu figured would be an excellent place for him to talk to you! He was pretty agitated all night looking for a chance to speak to you so when your group appeared on stage for a performance he froze...then the music started and he was frozen for a totally other reason.

This did not go unnoticed by Mingyu’s members. "Look at Mingyu's face" Seungkwan laughed and Mingyu jumped as everyone stared at him. "Something caught your eye up there Mingyu?" Scoups asked. Mingyu blushed and Jeonghan rushed to defend him. "Hey leave him alone...we all know it’s y/n he’s drooling over so don't ask silly question". Mingyu pushed them all blushing "stop I'm trying to watch". Dk next to him smirked staring at him before realising the camera was on them “ow shit!”. Scoups frowned “this can’t be good”.

Meanwhile you were oblivious and were feeling the typical post-performance euphoria backstage. You were changing in your dressing room in a very good mood when one of your members looked at you. "Erm y/n did you happen to see the big screen when we were performing?". You shook your head "no why? Did something go wrong? Were the cameramen filming the crowd again?". "No...the idols and erm one moment’s already going viral". She pulled out her phone and showed you. It was the moment in the song where you had your dance break. You looked good, it was a little spicy but you were nailing it. Then they panned to Seventeen where Mingyu was just outright staring at you. Hoshi noticed and made a comment which made all the members look at him. The camera then panned back to you but cut back almost straight away to see Mingyu pushing his members before going back to stare at you like he did before. "Many fans are claiming Mingyu's into you and found this hot". You paused blinking and took a breath. "Well I...can see how they thought that" you said carefully. "Wait you're not mad it was Mingyu of all people?". "No" you said shaking your head and they erupted "since when have the two of you become friends?" the maknae cried. "We’re not friends we’re just more friendly than we were okay now don’t make it weird". Your members all nodded raising their hands in surrender but they couldn’t get rid of the smiles on their faces.

Mingyu was horrified when he saw the video of himself but he knew sitting home sulking wouldn’t help so he followed his members to their regular post-show location to the club. As usual Mingyu was drawing a lot of attention mainly for his 6-foot frame butt it was starting to annoy him which wasn’t usual. All his members were enjoying the attention they’d received but he wasn't. He kept sending girls away and didn’t even realise they were staring at him. "Hey what's wrong?" Seungkwan asked and Vernon nodded "you're usually the first out of here, you’re never here this late". Mingyu shrugged "I just don't want anyone". Seungkwan smirked "well that's a lie...there’s one girl you want and she’s right over there". You'd been stood nearby all night and Seungkwan was right. Anytime someone came over Mingyu saw you and immediately didn’t want them. Mingyu nodded "yeah y/n but after that camera thing she probably hates me again ". "well there's only one way to find out" Vernon shrugged as you headed to the bar.

You’d be lying if you said the camera thing hadn't affected you. Seeing Mingyu stare at you like that was actually pretty hot but you had no idea if it was a spur of the moment thing or if he was attracted to you. Your table had been right by Seventeen's all night and even though Mingyu didn’t leave with anyone he also didn’t come over. So you were a little disappointed when you heard someone behind you at the bar. You turned to see it was Mingyu and he shot you a quick smile. You nodded back to him "hi". "Hey...you having a good night?" he asked. You nodded "yeah it’s been pretty fun, what about you?". He shrugged "it's been okay". "Saw you rejecting a ton of people, nobody caught your eye?" you asked in your typical upfront way. Mingyu wondered how to reply before he just shrugged "honestly? Nobody but you". You paused and Mingyu was scared you were angry when you laughed "wow I bet that floors girls right? You’ve probably got so many lines like that saved haven’t you?". You thought he was joking so Mingyu laughed along with pretending he had been "yeah a few...but what about you? No guys appealing to you?". You shook your head "no...but this isn’t the place I'd come to find them. I'm not the leave a club with a guy kind of girl". Mingyu nodded taking mental notes "fair enough but are your friends?". You turned to see two guys talking to your members. They seemed to be enjoying it and were flirting loudly. "Not usually and they promised me tonight would be a girls’ night so it’ll be fine! Thanks for keeping me company" and with your drink you headed back. Not 20 minutes later Mingyu saw your friends leave with the guys while you stayed behind. He actually saw one of the guys proposition you and was amused as you just waved him away. You made no move to leave and seemed to be staying to finish your drink. "You coming?" Seungkwan and Vernon asked as they started to leave but Mingyu shook his head "no it's okay" and he headed over to your table. "Can I join you?". You looked him up and down which made him blush before nodding. Mingyu took a seat beside you "so that was a good performance earlier". You smiled slightly "really? You thought so?" emphasising the “you” telling him you’d seen the footage of him staring. Mingyu blushed "hey cameras can be misleading!". You smirked "don’t worry I know that. When I debuted I got attacked by armys because they thought I was checking out Jin from BTS. I was literally just trying to see if he was wearing Levis but the camera made it look weird". Mingyu chuckled "those pesky camera crews, can I get you another drink?". You paused but shrugged "sure why not" and Mingyu grinned jumping up.

You had two more drinks together before you called it a night. On your way out you were looking for taxis and frowned seeing how few there were. "Let's split one" Mingyu told you "it’s safer and easier". You shrugged agreeing and were secretly quite happy to have Mingyu in all his 6-footness with you this late at night. It made waiting outside a lot less scary and he attracted the attention of a taxi driver a lot sooner. He got one quickly and opened the door for you as soon as it arrived. He insisted on going to yours first and made the driver stop right outside the door. "Well thanks for coming to keep me company after my friends ditched me. It was...fun". Mingyu was buzzing "yeah I had a really great time. Maybe we could do it again sometime?:. You paused and Mingyu backtracked "or not. I'm cool with whatever". You studied him for a few seconds before nodding "yeah we can be friends. Here’s my number, text me and we can meet up sometime". Mingyu nodded pretending like he didn’t know he’d just been rejected. "Great I'll text you! Have a great night". You nodded "you too" and hurried away.

Mingyu got back to his place and was feeling a little deflated. Some of the guys were still up and they called him into the living room. "Mingyu’s got a phone number!" Woozi called and Mingyu tried to hide it. "Too late we saw it! Whose is it from?". Mingyu shook his head "nobody...". "So why won't you tell us?" Seungkwan asked. Mingyu rolled his eyes "it’s y/n's but before you get excited she told me I can be her friend so it's nothing big". Everyone paused but The8 spoke first "are you kidding? That’s huge!". "What?" he asked and The8 laughed "Mingyu y/n doesn’t give her number out to just anyone...even I don’t have her number! The fact she gave it to you, the fact she said she wants to be friends with you is huge! Y/n isn’t a jump straight into dating kind of girl, she's definitely a friends to lovers type". Mingyu paused "well that is true...". "So why do you look so upset! Celebrate man!" Scoups said pushing him. Mingyu smiled and began to feel hopeful. There was nothing wrong with being a girl's friend. You didn’t have to jump into anything. Mingyu texted you when he got in his room "hey it’s Mingyu you told me to text you when i was back safe". "Good. Thanks for sharing the taxi with me and staying when my friends abandoned me" you replied back minutes later. "Hah no problem. I enjoyed it". "Me too" you replied and Mingyu smiled holding the phone close to his chest. Then he realised what he was doing and blushed. He got ready for bed trying not to think of you and was finally feeling less jittery when he saw his phone light up. “I’m going to bed now, good night” you’d texted and Mingyu smiled that you thought to say goodnight to him. He blushed all over again and sent you a goodnight text with a huge grin on his face. He was well and truly head over heels with you but who knew, maybe one day you would feel that way for him too. With that happy thought Mingyu got into bed and easily drifted off to sleep.

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When I first got into Seventeen I assumed Mingyu would be really cocky and full of himself and was so surprised to discover he’s nothing like that!

Part Two coming out next week!

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sweetheartsaku · 1 year

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—ot5 txt ; 2023's first kiss!! [ new years special ]

a/n: [fem!reader] a little ooc? happy new year all!! i luv all of u sm<33 wishing the best for all this year <33 tysm for the support this 2022 !!,! also,, this is non!idol & anata means darling in japanese,, mentioned in yeonjun's & gyu's part <3 enjoy mlssss

daffodil

after waking up from a warm, slumbersome sleep, picking up your phone you checked the time. 31st December. 31ST OF DECEMBER/?? ohmygoshohmygosh well,, its still 5;03..

and coincidentally a text message appeared.. from [ random member of your choice! ] politely inviting you and your partner to go on a 2023 firework show picnic with the rest of the members.

yeonjun yeonjun woke up first for this one !

yeonjun woke up first with an arm stuck onto his shirt. 'junnie where are you goinggg' 'you need to get up too yn, we're having a new years picnic, there's gonna be most of our friends, there's even fireworks.' he said in a still sleepy state. 'cmon yn, can you wash up? for me? take your time though, okay?' 'mkay..' you groaned.

getting out of bed, you did you best to muster up an adorable fit, as you walked out you asked yeonjun 'is this okay? or is it too reveali-' 'don't worry anata, I can fight.' 'apart from the fact you look phenomenal, i packed a bunch of snacks and drinks and made breakfast, at the table.' he kissed your cheek.

'not even on the lips?' 'no anata, we have to save it till later, but don't worry; past the fireworks ill pamper you with all the kisses you'd like.

he never fails to make my heart flutter, its like I fall in love all over again every time he's around. its kinda like I have a crush on my boyfriend.. isn't that what a relationship is th-

'baby, you dropped a strawberry on your phone-' 'a- ah.'

time skip till the firework show !

as they all gathered at the picnic spot, there was a chill breeze which caused you to face your boyfriend and share a small eye smile and he blushed at the sight of it. you might as well be the death him.

the fireworks shot in a range of colours as chatter died down and active again over every firework. mostly everyone pulled out there phones, you and yeonjun just wanted to feel each others blessed precense and enjoy each other on the night of occasion

hand on your thigh, he softly spoke; 'aren't the fireworks beautiful?' 'of course yeonnie,, not as beautiful as youuu!!' he chuckled at your compliment and thought; 'nothing can even compare to you in the first place.'

soobin

instinctly, you delicatley poked your boyfriend's side as he groaned out of annoyance. 'soob.' 'soooooobie' 'bae? ew thats cringe.' 'WAKEYWAKEY' you whisper scream under your breath. 'yes my love what is itttttt' 'we're having a new years firework show picnic with your homies and some of my friends' he sighed, and got up. as he was about to press a kiss to your forehead, you gently pushed him away. 'my love?' 'we need to save the kiss for lateerr! at the picnic' he was a little dissapointed, ( and sulked ) he understood and admitted defeat.

as you were washing the dishes to plate the fruit you and soobin have cut up, his hands slumped around your torso; your heart couldnt help but skip at his modest giggle right after.

'pretty boy, why don't you clean up before traffic builds up instead of distracting me with that adorable giggle of yours?'

'mkay sweetheart, whatever you say.'

time skip to the fireworks show !

sitting down at the picnic blanket, you fiddled with soobin's hands and humming magnolia, by laufey. ( laufey listeners hmu )

suddenly, a singular firework blew, and one by one, it was a whole performance.

'soob, the fireworks are gorgeous!!!' 'not as gorgeous as you..' he whispered under his breath, as he stared at you in awe of the fireworks, thinking.. 'how could I have been able to find a person like them..' the thought of it flustered him. you noticed his staring and said, 'whats up? something on my face?' yeah.. my lips

he settled his lips on yours, as you melted into his touch. you could feel little smiles as his warm breath kissed your face.

beomgyu

letting out a yawn out of shock, you swiftly got out of bed, except with your lover latched onto you. his hair was a little wet from his late night shower yesterday and it was adorable <3 'gyu..' 'gyuu?' responding in whines, he honestly just wanted cuddles. you slowly went down to his level and softly spoke, 'gyu, its new years.. and we've been invited to a firework show by [ member ].' 'oh.. so your just saying no more cuddles?' 'and yes gyu, no kisses till midnight too ;D' he just responded in whine and complaint.

after you two showered, you went out to the stores to buy some drinks and BOY you must've went bankrupt. the hassle with the apple orange juice issue, not having an eski and even just getting the coin into the gawdamn coin socket for a trolley. you and beomgyu may be an iconic couple, but you didn't think choosing orange and apple juice was gonna be your biggest issue, till you guys just settled on buying both.

time skip till firework show !

'gyuuu!! look its a bear firework!! it looks like you too!' he boyishly laughed at your remark, as he fiddled with a small box in his hand. 'yes yn, it does.' he whispered to yeonjun, as he got up and reached his arm out. 'anata anata, will you come with me for a second?' 'yes of course gyu! why?' 'just come.' ( y'all lucky I didnt write that he retracted his hand )

he pulled you aside to a tree with fairy lights & your favourite flower petals sprinkled all over this luscious green grass that tickled your ankles; and he got down on one knee. saying, 'y/n l/n, were too young to get married; and I swear we will soon, your the light of my life, my first and last, the most imperfect perfect person I've met, and I promise,, we will be together till someone counts all the atoms on earth, grains of sand in the beach, stars in the sky and the love in my heart. y/n l/n, do you pinky promise to make me the happiest man alive and be with me forever?' he opened a box with a necklace engraved with his and your names, for you each. he revealed his pinky and spoke, 'pinky promise?' 'pinky promise.'

the fireworks behind the pair died down, till 2 lovers shared a kiss underneath the subtle moonlight.

taehyun I imagine taehyun waking up first too tbh

'tae.' 'taeeeeeee' 'my love?' as you shook him softly. he faintly groaned, 'yes my sweetheart?' with his hand over his eyes. 'today is literally the last hours of 2022.' 'what.' 'YES!! and [ member ] invited us to a firework picnic thingy majiggy and we have nothing prepared!!1' 'okokok,, when did they say the picnic was?' 'oe. ill ask them.'

'they replied to be there at around 5 because the fireworks start at 9 and there's gonna be traffic n stuff. they recommended tram to avoid traffic; wanna go on tram or car?' '..tram.'

after you both showered, you decided to bake cookies together, handmade with love, deciding to put your all into the last cookies of 2022.

after giggling and getting a little messy with the batter and chocolate chips, the oven pinged as your boyfriend reach out to grab them ( with mittens dw guys ) he sighed in relief. you delicately shifted his light rose hair out of the way as he blew on the cookies. after decorating, you went to take a shower.

time skip till the firework show !

as you sat on the picnic blanket with his arm around your waist, you conversed with the other members and your friends,, until the first firework blew. you stared in awe, lips slightly agape.

the fireworks went on and on till you found yourself and taehyun standing next to each other, pinkies interwined.

'will you share our last kiss of 2022 with me, y/n l/n?' 'OF COURSE!!!' and he placed a tender, loving kiss onto your lips as the fireworks behind you quietened.

kai - WARNING VERY OOC [sob]

'kai' 'kai??' 'OMG UR MOLANG FE-' 'AAAUAUAUHHGS WHERE?/?//?' 'hehehe made you wake up' 'are you for real right now.' 'whats real is that we have hours we can count on our fingers till the end of 2022.' 'oh.' 'we also have to prep for a firework show picnic with the guys.. LAST ONE TO GET TO THE SHOWER IS A ROTTEN E-'

as you finished cleaning up, you and kai went out to the local market to buy some snacks!! 'yn is it safe if I go in the trolley' 'dunno beb, just try it we'll see the security's reaction' you guys rode around the store and picked out some chips and soft drinks for the picnic!

getting home, you began to unpack the groceries and put them in a basket. kai sat down and stared at you unpack the goodies and blurted out; 'yourlipslookverykissable.' you chuckled at his statement and replied, 'darling don't you wanna save the kiss till tonight?' 'mmm.. no but for you I will.'

time skip till the firework show !

you sat down with your lover, just enjoying the aura and the stunning, unique fireworks

'YN LOOK THERES A PENGUIN FI-' 'WHERE' as you turned to face his direction; 'right here m'lady.' his slender fingers lifted up your chin and said, 'now can I get that kiss?' a firework blew as you were still processing what just happened. 'y'know what ill take that as a yes.'

his lips smashed pressed onto yours gently, as the lake beside you glimmered from the twinkling stars in the sky.

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dearsnow · 2 years

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GHOSTING

- the ghost of winterfell turns out to be something quite unexpected (jon snow x gn!lannister!reader, established relationship fluff, part of the standstill collection but not a part of the main storyline)

word count: 842

STANDSTILL: The arrival of the Lannisters and Baratheons in Winterfell has caused the world to quiet for just a moment- a moment long enough to last lifetimes.

a/n - i got a suggestion for something like this, and i wholeheartedly agreed, so here we are ;) sorry it’s taken me so long to put out more stories, especially standstill ones, but i’m very busy as of late lol

There’s a rumor circulating around the people of Winterfell, and you can feel the electric tension in the air. Whispers around every corner, hushed voices, and the pitter-patter of scared feet only adds to the suspense.

There’s a ghost in the grand castle, and you’re going to find it.

It’s a welcome distraction from the politics and dullness of your stay, though nothing with the Stark children is ever truly free from excitement. It’s mostly when they’re tucked away in their rooms that you feel the dust settling over your soul. Everything seems to fall into a routine over over and over again until you just can’t stand it. It’s no one’s fault, really, and it’s not to say that exciting things cannot happen, but you just need to get out.

Your footsteps smush prints in the thin snow as you walk, and you can’t help but wish the ghost’s would do the same. It’s quite hard to track something that doesn’t leave a trace or even a hint.

The Godswood is your ultimate destination. You’ve been there a few times with Jon, to sit and pray and look upon the beauty of what the world has created, but you’ve never been alone. As alone as you may be with a ghost, anyways.

It was the maids of the castle who pointed you in that direction. Their giggles and well-wishes rung in your ears when they spoke about spying a glimpse of something white heading for the largest tree; they wouldn’t dare leave their positions to explore, so they left the task to you. You were happy to take it- there’s nothing more exciting than a little pinch of mystery.

As you walk, you wonder how the ghost died. Were they hung on a tree after stealing a prize jewel, or were they murdered in cold blood after sleeping with someone taken? Were they a child who suffered an illness or perhaps an old man coming back to visit the Godswood after passing from old age. The sounds around you add to your ideas; the pounding of hoofbeats spins a story of a girl who had fallen off her horse and broke her neck, and the whistling of an arrow tells you the ghost must have been a messenger shot on his way to deliver an important letter. A soft snowflake lands on the tip of your nose, and you consider someone who froze to death. It wouldn’t be unlikely, especially for a person from the south. You think you’ll never get used to the shiver-causing and bone-aching cold. It’s the kind of cold that sinks under your clothes and past the stretch of your skin.

You think dying in the cold would be a horrible sort of fate. Feeling that chill forever and ever until your body finally gives out and your vision goes all frosty around the edges. You shudder just a bit imagining it, and the wind wraps around your shoulders, giving the pressure of a blanket but none of the warmth. It’s an odd comfort, but one you will accept nonetheless.

You stop at the entrance to the Godswood. A feeling of uncertainty makes you hesitate, but curiosity pushes you forward. You take a step forward, and that’s when it appears to you.

It’s white, barely visible against the powdery snow (though that in itself is not unexpected), and its eyes shine with a red fire. You take another step before realizing that it looks positively doglike.

Ghost. Not the ghost, but Ghost, the direwolf loved by none other than the man that (hopefully, you think) loves you. You can almost laugh at the suspense and anticipation and anxiety that led to you finding a dog wandering the grounds. The maids didn’t lead you astray, did they? Did they know the ghost was a living, breathing animal? Or did they simply not know any better?

Ghost turns towards you, though you can tell he heard you coming from a mile away. He pads in your direction, and you meet him halfway.

You were initially hesitant with Ghost, but Jon trusts him with his life, and by association, so should you. You kneel down and bury your hands in his thick fur and feel joy bubbling out of your mouth when he returns the favor, placing a paw in your lap and a nose in your hair. Continuing to smile and pet him, you don’t notice your spectator in the corner.

Jon watches with a smile breaching the corners of his eyes. He really, truly loves you. How you continue to make his days better with every small thing, even if you don’t notice. Like when you kiss both his cheeks before settling down for the night, or count ravens in the courtyard. Like playing with his dog when you think he can’t see. It’s his favorite thing in the world, seeing you do what you do best; live.

He’ll join you in a few moment’s time, but for now, he’ll enjoy you and your newfound spirit ghosting around.

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