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earlgarden-archived · 11 months

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A love that will last an eternity

ft. Jing Yuan, RaidenEi!reader

synopsis. You are the ruler of Inazuma, a planet that is known as "the nation of eternity". You come in contact with Jing Yuan, the general of Luofu. How does your relationship bloom?

Warnings: Fem!reader, spoilers of Ei's backstory, unlike Ei, you do not trap your people and try to take their visions, you'll just be trying to find eternity, might be ooc.

This is so long lmao. I tried to make it short but I had too many ideas to make it short 😭

Resources were running low on the Luofu, hence, the General was sent to the closest planet to negotiate plans to stock up resources. The planet in question? It was Inazuma, known as the nation of eternity. JING YUAN was arranged to meet the ruler of Inazuma, you, the Raiden Shogun.

Jing Yuan found you to be very stoic. And he thought that was just how you were. But to his surprise, he found out from your long time friend, Yae Miko, that the Almighty Shogun he has been meeting was actually a puppet. And that you were inside the Raiden Shogun, finding your so called eternity. Jing Yuan, admittedly, thought it was quite strange. But, upon realising what you've been through, your sister's death, losing your friends one by one, he completely understood your choice. He himself went through many deaths in his life, but he knew that confining yourself and having a puppet rule your planet was wrong. Even if he hadn't properly met you before, he knew that he had to try convincing you to come out.

So with Yae Miko's permission, he entered the Plane of Euthymia for the first time. Of course, you were surprised. He has trespassed without your permission, yet you weren't surprised that Yae Miko was the one behind his entry. However, due to him trespassing without your permission, you decided to propose a fight. If he were to best you, then you would allow him to talk. Though he accepted the challenge, he was unsure of how strong you were. He considered to decline, since this wasn't even his planet that he was saving. But he decided that if he were to save your planet, then he would gain more connections with other people. Leading to him accepting. The battle was long, and tiresome, there didn't seem to be a clear victor. And this was starting to drain you guys' stamina.

"It appears that the rumors hold true; you are truly a formidable warrior," you say, your voice slightly strained from the prolonged battle, your breath still catching up. A genuine smile graces Jing Yuan's face,

"you flatter me, Almighty Shogun. You, too, are a strong opponent. How about this, this fight has been going on for far too long, and just like you, I have some business I need to do in Xianzhou Luofu. Why don't we talk things out instead of fighting?"

After a few negotiations, you both agreed on a conclusion. Jing Yuan will show you the Xianzhou Luofu, as an example to how a nation will look with their ruler present for centuries.

Fast forward to when you and Jing Yuan arrive on the Luofu. As you walked around with Jing Yuan, you two got a lot of stares from the people in Xianzhou. But it's no surprise, it's not everyday that you see the Almighty Shogun of Inazuma and the General of the Luofu in one place. Strangely, you didn't quite understand why everyone was staring.

"why are people staring at us? Don't they know it's rude to stare?"

"well, it's their first time seeing the Almighty Shogun and the General walking together. Of course they would stare at us."

"it's not like we're here to cause trouble. Why can't they just mind their own business..."

As you two walked around Xianzhou, trying different foods, looking at different attractions, you both were indulging in some small talk. Jing Yuan thought you were very cute. You were more casual as compared to your puppet, and he felt like this was a breath of fresh air. Especially since you acted like he was just a normal person, instead of fearing him due to his position.

After a long day of walking around Xianzhou, you both decided to sit down for a while to eat some Xianzhou delicacies. While eating some dessert, you noticed something poking out of the general's pocket.

"what is... this strange device?" You say, pointing at his phone in his pocket. Judging by his face, Jing Yuan was caught off guard. You don't know what a phone was? Have you been in the plane of euthymia for so long that you had lost touch of the real world?

"this is a phone? Do you not know what a phone is?" He says while taking out his phone, and letting you look at it. "It's so slim... This is unlike anything I've seen before. Oh! What's this..?" He moves his head to watch from over your shoulder, and sees that you've accidentally opened the camera app.

"this is the camera app. You can take photos with this app." He looks over to see your face, he expected to see amusement displayed on your face, but he was met with the sight of your confused face.

"photos...?" Oh. You also didn't know what photos were. After an attempt to explain what photos were, you were left with even more confusion than you had before, so he proposed to take a photo of you to demonstrate how they work.

While taking a photo of you sitting down and drinking dango milk, he couldn't help but admire the way your hair moves in the wind, and how elegant you were in your inazuman clothes.

"is it done?" You say, interrupting his thoughts,

"wait a moment, I just need to find the right angle" he reassures, as he crouches down, he could hear you complain under your breath about how photos were such a time consuming activity, making him chuckle a bit.

After a moment, he walked back to the seat right as you were finishing up your drink. Upon seeing your photo, he loved the way your face morphed from confusion to admiration.

"this photo... Is so beautiful..." You quietly mumble, unknowingly leaning closer to Jing Yuan, causing him to slightly blush. A few passerbyers were shocked to see the well-known general of Luofu blushing because of a girl.

The day where you had to go back to Inazuma came. And Jing Yuan absolutely dreaded for the day to come. He loved spending time with you, and if you went back, he had to travel so far just to visit you again. So, on the morning of your departure, he surprised you with a little gift.

"is this... The device with the camera app?" Jing Yuan gave you the phone for you to examine

"yes, but not only can it take photos, but you can also communicate with others"

Jing Yuan taught you everything about how to text, how to call, and how to send voice messages. By the time you guys were finished talking, it was already time to go. You both decided that you would walk together one last time before you depart. As you walked, he added your contact to his contact list, he was about to name your contact before you interrupted

"no need for the formalities. You can just call me y/n." You say, looking at his screen, where your contact was named "Raiden Shogun"

Jing Yuan chuckled, he was glad he could finally call you by a shorter name, it was getting quite tiring saying "Raiden Shogun" every time to address you.

You finally reach the ship that will be carrying you back to Inazuma, and Jing Yuan doesn't feel like letting you go just yet. Even if you guys have contact with each other, it doesn't feel the same as walking with you in real life. Before boarding the ships, you both exchange your goodbyes, and Jing Yuan reminds you to text often.

As you board the ship, you look back one more time, just to see his face one more time. Once you board the ship, you begin to realise how fond you were of Jing Yuan. You seemed to enjoy yourself more, you were smiling more, and it was even the first time you had someone address your actual name for a long time. For the first time, you wanted to land as quick as possible, so you could talk to Jing Yuan again. You look at your contacts, which only contained Jing Yuan. You felt like your visit to the Xianzhou Luofu was refreshing, you finally realised that your ways were not right, and you were ready to correct them.

...

1 year has past since you met Jing Yuan, and you two have been texting almost everyday. You were updating Jing Yuan on your nation's situation, and he was giving more advice on what choices need to be made, and what was needed for a fully functioning nation. You completely trusted him, after all, he's lived for centuries and has witnessed the Luofu's growth. But you could also feel the way your chest felt warm whenever you had a video call with him. And he's felt the same way. You both really wanted to see eachother again, to walk together again, maybe even have Jing Yuan visit Inazuma again. But you both knew that being in charge of a nation means that there is hardly any time to visit other planets. Especially since you've taken full control of Inazuma now.

The summer festival in Inazuma was just around the corner. Thankfully, the one in charge of planning the summer festival was the company owned by Yoimiya, Naganohara Fireworks. Though you had a short break, you weren't planning on watching the fireworks. Whenever you saw the fireworks, you were always alone, and it always hurt to be reminded that all your previous friends were no longer here. Coincidentally, Jing Yuan has gotten a two week break around this time. As well, just a few days ago you were complaining how lonely you would be on the day of the festival, which really made Jing Yuan's heart ache. He relates to the feeling of being alone, he's lost many of his friends too. But something in him doesn't want you to feel lonely ever again. Something in him wants you to feel what it's like to celebrate the summer festival with someone you love.

The day of the summer festival comes, but all you're doing today is going for a walk around the beach, you didn't usually go to the beach, but that's precisely why you came. Just so you could escape the way your heart aches whenever you go to a place where you used to visit with your sister. So you went to the beach, where you didn't have any memories of your past. Suddenly, you stop in your tracks. A few steps ahead of you, sat the general of Luofu himself. As if he could sense your presence, Jing Yuan turns his attention away from the ocean and to you, smiling as he sees the way your eyes widen in surprise. Still in a daze, you begin to sprint towards him, excited yet confused to see him. You had thought he was busy, why was he here?

Still a bit bewildered, you unknowingly hold his hand, which caused Jing Yuan to blush a bit, but you didn't notice.

"Jing yuan..? What are you doing here?" He chuckles, he could see the hint of happiness from the way your voice sounded slightly more high-pitched.

"Well I just so happened to be on break for two weeks. So I decided to accompany you today in the summer festival." He felt his heart thump faster when he saw how happy you were to see him, still unaware of the stares they were recieving from passerbyers, who were surprised from how happy the Almighty Shogun was. Upon realising how close the two of you were, you both quickly pull away from each other, embarrassed from how your lips were so close to touching his.

After calming down, you both talked about your past experiences and the friends you used to have. Which almost had you tear up.

The two of you silently stared at the ocean, simply enjoying each others company. After all, you both have lost many friends in the past, it's always nice to find a new friend that you can spend the rest of your immortal life with. That was when Jing Yuan suddenly grabbed your hand,

"come on, the fireworks lightshow will begin soon. I heard it's best to see them at Amakane Island, mind showing me the way?" You gently smile, as he pulls you up, and the two of you make your way to Amakane Island. On the way, you point out certain stands that you recommend, just like how he had done when you first came to the Luofu.

The two of you arrive at Amakane Island, of course, many people were staring. The last person they expected to watch the fireworks show was the Raiden Shogun. But at this point, the both of you could not care less. You were only here to have a good time after all.

After looking around for a good spot to see the fireworks, you finally settled on a spot where you could fully see the fireworks, it was also far away from any people, so the two of you could have the space to yourselves. The fireworks erupted in the sky, though this wasn't your first firework show, this was the first in a long time that made your heart warm instead of it aching. While you were mesmerized by the light show, Jing Yuan broke the silence

"you know, you really make my chest feel so warm." He begins, but this sentence alone made you blush, which didn't go unnoticed by Jing Yuan

"I'm really grateful to have someone like you to be by my side. But I know that, one day, we might never get to see each other again" You began to wonder what he was trying to say, you were a bit nervous that he was going to leave you, forever. Which made you worried, but your worries quickly vanished when his eyes met yours.

"would you like to become my girlfriend?" It took a while for you to truly process what those words meant, did he actually mean it? Should you accept it? After all, you two would have a long-distanced relationship, so wouldn't it be better to just stay friends? You slowly lower your head, but, you couldn't bare to stay friends with him, because you also returned his feelings. If you had declined, then it would feel like you were lying to yourself. I mean, you can handle a long-distanced relationship, right?

"don't feel too pressured to agree. I don't want to force you to be in a relationship you don't lik-"

"No." You say, cutting off Jing Yuan, you lifted your head back up to meet his eyes once again, his eyes looked shocked, he didn't expect you to cut him off like that. You lightly smiled, just to reassure him, this causes his eyes to soften at the sight of your beautiful smile.

"I'd like to be your... Partner." You say, embarrassed to say the word "girlfriend". Jing Yuan found your embarrassment amusing, causing a chuckle to escape his mouth. He grabs your hand and bows down to kiss the back of your hand. A firework explodes in the sky, just as he mutters a sentence into your hand,

"then let's spend the rest of our immortal lives together."

Bonus

Jing Yuan: the ship just landed back in the Luofu, hope to see you again soon ^^

Y/n: I would like that too, any festivals coming up?

Jing Yuan: there are no festivals coming up... but it's okay, you can just visit when I'm on break.

Y/n: alright then, will you message me when you're done working?

Jing Yuan: of course. Well, I'll see you later, my love.

Y/n:

Jing Yuan: ...

Y/n: that's how you use them, right?

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inmyicyworld · 11 months

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I trust you

Summary: when Bucky comes back from a mission with a knife wound there is one person who can convince him to get help.

Words count: 3.4k

Warnings: language, blood, injury, self-hate talk from Bucky, he's an insecure baby, reader takes care of him, fluff

Author’s note: hey guys! hope you all have a great day or night. wanted to say thank you to everyone who liked my first work. It means a lot to me, I really didn't expect to get more than 200 notes that fast. (I was hoping for at least 10💀). And special thanks to the anonymous person who told me about the “read more” feature. i’m still trying to figure out how everything works here lmao. anyway, hope you'll like this one too🩷

*English is not my first language. Sorry if you find any mistakes*

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It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when FRIDAY reported that the guys' quinjet should arrive at the compound within an hour.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky went on another mission to destroy HYDRA almost two weeks ago. As usual, none of you could get any news from them because they couldn't risk giving away their whereabouts.

It was foolish to assume that you weren't worried about them. Especially for one person. Bucky.

You and the former Winter Soldier met about six months ago when Steve and Sam first brought him to the tower. Steve was really worried about his old best friend, so before bringing Bucky to the tower, he talked with the team and asked all of you to give Bucky space.

Of course, you knew who he was from the day Steve found out that Bucky was alive. You have seen hundreds of reports and photographs on TV and on the Internet about The Winter Soldier, a ruthless killer who was always invisible but too damn good at his missions. He is the man who was turned into a weapon against his will.

When Steve introduced him, the whole team just nodded and shared awkward smiles, and Bucky himself kept his eyes on the ground. The whole situation was too intense, and no one, not even the loathsome and sarcastic Tony Stark, knew what to do or say. You actually thought that it might be rude to just stand there and look at him, as if he was a wild animal. Looking at this shy and uncomfortable-looking man before you, you know that the smallest thing you can get him is to show that he is welcomed in this tower and that everyone is on his side. So, pushing away your own shyness and nerves, you stepped forward, holding out your right hand.

"Hi, my name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you. I hope you’ll feel comfortable around here." You offered your warmest and most sincere smile, trying not to show nervousness.

Bucky slowly raised his head, genuinely surprised that anyone else had actually spoken to him besides Steve. It's nice to meet you. When had he heard those words for the last time?

Your eyes met, and you could have sworn all the air was out of your lungs. His eyes were even more beautiful than in those rare, high-quality photographs. He looked truly beautiful, with long hair and blue eyes, even though you could see that he was tired—physically and even more emotionally. You stood for what seemed like an eternity, looking at each other's faces, until Bucky got a little nudge from Steve on the arm.

Only then did his gaze move to your still outstretched arm. He hesitated a bit, unsure if he wanted to be touched or feel someone’s warm skin. It’s been too long since another person wanted to touch him without causing any harm. Even Steve gave him minimal physical contact. Always through the gloves or thick jacket, and Bucky didn’t know the true reason for this—whether it was because Steve cared about his feelings or he just didn't want to do that. But then Bucky looked at you again, and he already knew that you would be his death.

You were so beautiful. Probably the most attractive person he has ever seen. It was still morning, and he assumed that you planned to have a day for yourself because you had no makeup, your hair was a little bit messy, and you looked really comfy in a big sweater and a pair of black leggings. Oh, and he definitely noticed your cute, fluffy pink socks. Your eyes were full of friendliness and comfort, so it made him want to trust you. Your lips curled into a warm smile, and he had no doubt that you wanted to make him feel comfortable on the team.

Bucky lifted the corners of his lips slightly, meeting your eyes again, and held out his right hand to you, still feeling awkward. Especially when the whole team around you watches your interaction too closely.

"Hi."

When the Quinjet landed on the territory, you couldn't calm your pounding heart. Natasha, who was standing a couple of steps away from you, of course, noticed your condition but didn’t say anything and just sent you a reassuring smile. She knew you'd calm down when Bucky was by your side.

Sam got out first. He looked tired, had a couple of scratches and bruises, but was generally fine.

"Sam! God, I'm glad you're okay." You said, running closer to him. "How is Bucky? And Steve? Are they okay?" Your worried eyes ran across his face, trying to find answers, but he only pursed his lips and lowered his eyes to the ground.

"Steve’s fine, and Bucky, um... I think you should see it yourself. And I think you need to have a serious talk with this idiot because he doesn't listen to us." Your brows furrowed, but before you could ask anything else, footsteps and stifled moans were heard behind Sam.

It felt like your heart stopped as soon as you saw him. Blood flowed from his temple and lip, and an already darkening bruise adorned his right cheekbone. Your eyes rushed down, trying to find all the damage, and then you saw it. Bucky kept his right hand on his left side. His entire palm was scarlet red as the blood passed through his thick suit and soaked through his fingers. Your mouth opened involuntarily, and your eyes instantly filled with tears.

Of course, this was not his first mission, but he always returned almost without any injuries or with something that quickly healed because of his supersoldier serum. It has never been so bad.

Before you knew it, you were already standing next to him. Tears flowed freely down your face, and you raised your hands up, wanting to touch him, but they froze in the air.

"Bucky…" You sobbed, looking straight into his eyes.

"Hello, doll" He smiled reassuringly at you, but you saw how he pressed his teeth together to ease the pain. He didn’t want to scare you.

"Bucky, God, wh-what happened? You need to go to the hospital wing. You’re losing a lot of blood!" You gently took his metal hand, but before you could lead him away, he removed it and moved away a little.

"It's all right, doll. Nothing that I can't handle on my own. Trust me, I’ve experienced worse."

"Buck, Y/N is right." You notice Steve for the first time because all your attention has been focused on Bucky since he appeared. "That punk cut you pretty deep; it needs to be stitched up."

"You know, I never go to the hospital wing." He purses his lips awkwardly, looking down.

Of course. Of course you knew it. Everyone in the tower knew that the Winter Soldier didn't like being touched or visiting doctors, and he had never asked for any kind of help. He always limited himself to a short handshake or a pat on the back from his best friend.

But you also knew that Bucky couldn't take off his clothes in front of anyone. Too many scars from bullets, knives, and other things that HYDRA used to torture him He confessed this to you one evening when you were sitting in the dark in the common room after his nightmare.

In those six months, you got close enough to him that he trusted you to sit with him in the stillness of the night and share his fears. But he still avoided touching and, of course, did not want to show his body to anyone. Even you. Especially to you.

You were one of the few good things in his life. Someone who genuinely wanted to spend time with him, who wasn’t afraid of him, and who was always kind and supportive. Bucky didn't want to lose you. And he knew that if you ever saw him with those ugly marks all over his body, you would run away without looking back. Because who would like it?

The hand that took hundreds of lives. The hand that was forever connected to his body left a big reminder that he was, in fact, just an experiment that went too well. He often looked at his shoulder in the mirror with anger and despair, wanting to get rid of this mixture of scars and torn skin. Obviously, when HYDRA put that prosthetic on him, they didn't care much about looks or pain, so they just hooked it on the way they did.

"Bucky, please listen to me." You sobbed, moving closer to him again. "I know you're afraid to go there, but please, you have to do it, otherwise, you'll lose too much blood or just get an infection." You hugged yourself with your hands as your body began to tremble with concern for the person in front of you. "It can leave a big scar." You whispered and saw that Bucky’s jaw clenched again. You didn’t want him to think that there was something wrong with having scars, but you knew that it was emotionally too hard for him to deal with them.

"I'm sorry, doll, but I can't," he pursed his lips, shaking his head, "you know I can't do it."

"Bucky…" you whispered as more tears started flooding your face. You were so focused on Bucky that you didn't even pay attention to your friends, who stood aside and pretended not to eavesdrop on your conversation.

"Don't cry because of me, doll, please, you don't have to cry." Bucky's voice lowered to a whisper as he worked up the courage to use his thumb to wipe a tear from your right cheek with a metal finger.

You took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing his metal wrist and pressing his hand closer against your cheek.

"Please, Bucky. Then let's go to your room. I can help you if you don't want to undress there.

"I don't think it's a good idea either, doll. You don't need to see it."

"James," you focused on his eyes, rubbing small circles with your thumb into his wrist, "it'll be alright, I promise. I'm not afraid of you. I won’t leave. I'll take care of you. Please do it for me."

You were hurt by his gaze. You've seen a thousand thoughts go through that head. Doubt, fear, uncertainty, and pain. He couldn't lose you. Couldn't lose what you had. Even if he wanted so much more, he was content just being around you. He couldn't lose you to a damn ugly piece of metal attached to him.

But you looked at him like your life depended on it. Tears were still running down your cheeks. You were hurt because of him. But you refused to give up and let his self-doubt win this fight. You continued to gently massage his metal wrist as you placed a light kiss on it. And he could no longer resist you.

"Fine."

"It's better if we do this in the bathroom," you said as you closed the door to Bucky's room behind you. You quickly walked past him, going into the bathroom and pulling out the first aid kit you knew was in the bottom drawer. You felt comfortable being a little bit bossy here, and Bucky didn’t mind it.

He quietly followed you, watching you with an unsure face. His blood was still soaking through his arm, but that didn't bother him as much as the fact that he'd have to undress in front of you and that at some point you would touch him.

Once all the necessary things were ready, you turned to face Bucky, already preparing to help him out. But as soon as your hands went up to help him unbuckle his suit, he staggered back, and you froze with your hands in the air. For a few seconds, you silently looked into each other's eyes, then you moved, trying to understand his reaction, and what you saw made your heart ache.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his lips were turned down. His eyes always told you everything that he tried to hide, and right now they told you how scared and insecure Bucky actually was.

"I don't think I can do it." Bucky whispered softly, casting his eyes down in shame.

"Hey James, look at me," you said, taking his face in your hands. "I'm your friend, you know? I won't hurt you. I won’t judge you. I won't do anything against your will. But I need to help you because I can see how much pain you're in," you sighed, running your fingers over his cheekbones. "I know it's hard. And I know you're scared or shy, but I'm here for you. None of this scares me, and I'll be as gentle with you as I can, okay? You can tell me if it becomes too much, and I'll stop. I promise." You could see the tears forming in his eyes, and you couldn't help feeling the pain that this beautiful man in front of you had been without care and affection for so long.

Bucky nodded slightly, giving you permission to continue.

"I’ll clean up your wound on the ribs, and then we can take care of your face." You carefully removed your hands from his, now placing them on the clasps of his suit. You opened them one by one, and when you finally got to the last one, you helped Bucky carefully remove that piece of clothing. Next on the way was a stretchy long-sleeve shirt, and by glancing at the wound, you could see that all the tissue around it was completely covered in blood.

"So, now I'm going to carefully lift up the shirt so you can take it off and not bother your wound too much, okay?" you asked, running your eyes over Bucky's face to understand his emotions. He took a deep breath, as if preparing for the worst, but nodded anyway.

You started to slowly lift up his shirt, helping Bucky pull his hands out one by one, and then tossed that no longer needed rag into the bathtub.

"Oh god," you muttered softly, looking at the wound that seemed to be even bigger now.

Bucky thought that you said it about his appearance in general, so he lifted his head up to the ceiling to stop angry tears from falling.

Come on, Buck, we need to sew this up so it doesn't leave a scar. Do you think you can sit on the counter next to the sink?" You looked at Bucky, but you couldn't meet his eyes. You knew that he was at the edge, his body trembled a little bit, but he still listened to you and silently jumped up on the free space near the sink.

"Bucky," you said quietly, trying to be as gentle as you could. "I see you right now, and I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?" You put your hand back on his face, making him meet your eyes. Before you could think, you placed your right hand on his chest, causing his eyes to instantly widen in surprise. His skin was very warm and silky, even though there were a lot of scars from different conditions. You gently moved your hand, showing Bucky that you’re not afraid, that you’re not a threat, and that he can trust you. "You're doing well, it’s okay," you said as you started rubbing soothing circles on his shoulder.

You backed off a little, finally picking up all the necessary things, and began to sanitize and then stitch up the wound. Every time you needed to put your hand on his skin, you felt Bucky instantly tense under your touch, but you tried to send him quiet words of encouragement and praise. Bucky was very quiet, not making a sound even when the needle pierced his skin. His face wasn’t in bad condition, and Super Soldier serum almost healed them, so you decided to only sanitize and clean his skin.

"Well, you did a great job, James. I'm proud of you." About twenty minutes later, you finally tied the bandage and began to put everything back in the drawer, but then felt a touch on your arm.

You looked back at Bucky, only to meet tear-filled eyes.

"No one has ever taken care of me in a long time, Y/N." You stepped closer to Bucky again, unconsciously placing your hands on his shoulders. "I feel ashamed of my body. Of that arm. I didn't want you to see those ugly scars. God, this is so pathetic—"

"Don't say that," you interrupted him. "That's not pathetic. I understand how you feel. That you have so many negative thoughts about yourself. But Bucky… God, I don't know how to properly say it." You paused for a moment, considering the words. "You're one of the most amazing people I know. And even if many people in the tower are scared or intimidated by you, for me, you are the sweetest, most caring, and most generous person. You remember every little thing I say, make me coffee and food when I'm too busy, pretend to like those shitty movies that I make you watch with me. I'm so sorry that so many bad things happened to such a good person that you feel unworthy of good things."

Suddenly, strong arms surrounded you, and you realized that Bucky was hugging you with arms wrapped around your waist. He nuzzled up to your neck, and you could feel light sobs. Gently, you entangled your fingers in his hair, massaging the scalp with calming movements.

"I don't deserve you, doll." Bucky pulled back a little, still keeping his hands on your waist. "I wish I could be normal for you. Be who I was back in the 40s. I would’ve asked you out and given you everything that you deserved. But that person is not here any more, and I'm not worthy of you."

He wanted to ask you out on a date? Your heart stopped as soon as the words left his mouth, and you stared at Bucky in surprise. "Bucky—"

"I know…fuck—I shouldn't have said that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to mess anything up between us, I promise. I know you don't feel the same— it's okay, really. Just forget about—"

You didn't let Bucky finish by leaning forward and brushing your lips against his. His flesh hand automatically tangled in the hair at the back of your neck as the metal one tightened his grip on your waist. For the first few seconds, Bucky was in shock, not kissing you back, but just as you wanted to pull away, his lips began to move, taking over you immediately.

It was the best kiss you’ve ever had. He was gentle yet so passionate. There were a lot of unsaid feelings that Bucky kept to himself for too long. All thoughts seemed to have left your head as the feeling of him filled your whole body.

When there was not enough air, you moved away from each other, touching your foreheads with your eyes closed.

"Fuck" was the first thing he said.

"Yeah," you laughed, finally meeting Bucky's eyes. He looked at you with such adoration that you felt butterflies in your stomach. You just noticed how much skin-to-skin contact you had. "Are you okay with that? Doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" You tilted your head as your hands squeezed his shoulders.

"That's... that's weird. I'm not used to that kind of contact," Bucky said, studying your face. "But I trust you, doll. You are the only person I trust completely." You felt him begin to gently run his hand along your back. "I'd like to ask you out on a date. I mean, if you want to. If not, I totally understand—"

You interrupted him again, leaving a quick kiss on his lips. "I'd like to go on a date with you, James. You know, you’re so cute when you’re shy?"

You've never seen his face so lit up with happiness, with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. Butterflies began to beat in your stomach again, and you realized that it was you who made him feel that way.

"Do you want to go to bed, put on some shitty comedy, and grab some food? I still have to watch over your injury."

"Sounds like a perfect plan, doll." Bucky kissed you on the forehead, interlacing his fingers with you, and led you to his room.

Even if it still required a lot of work, cuddling with Bucky, you knew it was the best place you could be.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

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aris-ink · 2 years

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HII!! Just saw your post. Excited for Halloween! It woukd be so cool if you did a oneshot of the naknae line with con noncon, somnophilia and double penetration. I know this is super intense but hope you write it. :))

hi! ❤ so am I! oh honey, all I can say is: I don't know if this was what you wanted, but I hope you enjoy the ride lmao

pairing: maknae line x reader

genre: friends to lovers, roommates!au

warnings: mentions of corruption and manipulation, dub con, allusions to con noncon, somnophilia, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, a little bit of oral, slight degradation mixed in with praise, creampie

edited.

Your breathing was soft as the summer breeze as you slept, the fingertips tracing the curve of your spine even softer. It wasn't the first time you fell asleep cuddled up to Jimin, clinging to him like a kitten would to its owner. He never accepted your apologies afterwards; he was content holding you in his arms through the night. But in the dark, its shadows called to his own, your lowered guard and trust in him stirring something odd and ancient in his body.

"She's out like a light," he whispered, his slender fingers beginning to rub soothing circles into your back.

"Isn't she always?" Taehyung murmured sleepily.

He's been lying on the bed right beside you, one arm thrown over your waist. Movie nights with your roommates were a pretty common occurrence, a way for you to unwind after a long week of constant assignments. It wasn't the first time you dozed off during one of those, either, the tv already off to ensure that its light doesn't disturb you.

It was truly something special; to get along with the people you lived with, to be so close and comfortable you could just let go. It somehow didn't strike you as odd, the way your life outside your shared apartment seemed to start falling apart when you met. You were too busy seeking comfort, chasing stability; and they made sure to provide just that.

It didn't matter that your dates and friendships weren't working out anymore. It was all for a higher purpose, your own good, a bitter taste of reality they liked to soothe with sweet promises and reassurance. They knew what you needed; even if you didn't.

A sigh was let out against the nape of your neck as Taehyung shifted closer to you, his chest pressing against your back. It wasn't his intention to slide his hand beneath your shirt. It was an almost absentminded gesture, the caress of his palm on your stomach saturated with warmth, his lashes tickling your shoulder as his eyes fluttered shut. He just wanted to feel closer to you, that was all. Though his body seemed more aware of his real thoughts and intentions than his heart, his stomach flipping and cock hardening slowly.

He couldn't help it; the curve of your ass hugged his growing length, separated by nothing but his jeans and your pretty little panties. You rarely ever went to sleep in anything that wasn't a big, comfortable t-shirt (usually one of theirs).

Laughter disguised as a puff of air tickled your neck as Jimin watched Taehyung press his hips into you.

"Can't you wait until she's out a little longer?"

Taehyung trailed his hand down to your ass, giving it a loving squeeze.

"What for? She sleeps like a log."

He would know.

Jimin hummed, watching Taehyung's hand trail back to your t-shirt. He lifted it with no hesitation, exposing your breasts to the preying eyes of the man whose embrace you fell asleep in so easily. Your nipples stiffened in the cool air. Jimin exhaled slowly, trying to ignore the throbbing in his dick that had started already when you dozed off.

Taehyung, on the other hand, didn't really seem to want to take his time, both of his hands groping your tits like he couldn't get enough. He caught a hardened bud in between two fingers, lazily switching between rolling and pinching. A visible shiver ran through you at the actions.

On the floor, Jungkook suddenly propped himself up on his elbows.

"Shit."

He blinked several times and sat up, puffy eyes immediately shifting to you, taking in the scene before him with a twinge of regret.

Not for the right reasons. What was right, and what was wrong, anyway? The lines blurred too much for him to tell. They were getting blurry for you, too.

"How long was I out?" He questioned, swallowing harshly, unable to look away from the way Taehyung played with you, heat spreading all the way from his neck to his abdomen.

"Long enough," Jimin whispered, brushing your hair away from your face.

Jungkook inched closer to the bed. He was already hard, entranced by the darkness and beauty mixing together into fireworks right before his eyes.

A small whimper escaped you.

Taehyung cocked his head to the side at the sound and sat up as well, gently lifting your knee. His eyes burned into the sight he was greeted with, cock twitching in his briefs. He could practically see the outlines of your pussy in the flimsy material of your panties, the wet patch on them never failing to take his breath away.

"Look at that," he murmured.

Jungkook leaned in. Even Jimin lifted his head. Both watched in anticipation as Taehyung pressed his finger into your wet, clothed clit, rubbing it in soft circles.

"You see that?" He asked, dark eyes stuck on your pretty cunt, unable to look away. "Sleeping like an angel, leaking like a whore. God, I love her."

Jimin's head fell back onto the pillow, a filthy, hushed groan leaving his lips. But he lifted it right back up when he heard the unbuckling of a belt, Taehyung's impatient fingers already pulling down his zipper.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Fuck no," Jimin shook his head, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "She's sleeping with me tonight. You got more than enough."

"Don't worry," Taehyung almost sneered, settling down to lie behind you again. "I won't get in your way."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, but the only answer he got was your panties being pulled aside. Taehyung's thick, stiff cock landed right in between your drenched folds, the tip pulsing and weeping for your attention. His jaw tensed, stomach tightening at the feeling of your wet heat. He only moved his hips a few times, listening to your breath come out in a shudder, coating himself in your slick until his cock glistened all over.

And then in one, smooth motion, he pressed the tip right to the entrance of your ass.

Jungkook leaned forward, the flush on his face visible even in the dark. He licked his lips, his hand unconsciously squeezing at the bulge in his sweats, because he felt as though he was going to explode.

"Does- does she like that?" He whispered.

He watched Taehyung slide right in, inch by inch, ever so slowly; filling you to the brim with his cock, your body nearly trembling at the intrusion.

"Yeah," Taehyung bit his lip. "Liked it many times. She just doesn't know it yet. Fuck."

His strong thighs trembled too as he settled inside you, his chest heaving with the effort of trying to stay quiet.

A beat.

"What the fuck?" Jimin breathed.

And yet that seemed to be his undoing. He was desperate to be buried deep in the warm walls of your pussy, and he couldn't imagine just how tight you would get with Taehyung already splitting you open from behind. He sighed, throwing all caution to the wind and sliding down his pants. And damn did it feel good to be free of their confines.

"S-shit," Taehyung clenched his teeth, pulling out of you slowly only to slam back in. His cock was all the way in heaven; nevermind that it only took tainting an angel. All the better, all the warmer, all the tighter.

He fucked himself into your ass slowly, every vein on his cock thrumming with excitement. You whimpered again, louder this time, and he shushed you with sweet words, just like he did whenever you cried.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. You're okay."

But now, there was a grunt he had to hold back in between the fragile syllables.

Gently, to the rhythm that he was creating, Jimin guided his cock to the gushing entrance of your cunt. He slipped inside in one, smooth thrust, his skin tingling with heat. He's been holding back for too long, a whine slipping past his plump lips immediately.

You were trapped in between strong muscles moving you back and forth, small noises building up in your throat, your eyebrows furrowing, like something wicked was trying to disturb your dreams.

And that was the case, after all.

"She's so fucking wet," Jimin swore, his thrusts speeding up, rational thoughts gone out the window. All he knew was the heat of your cunt, and the feral need to fill it with his cock. Taehyung let himself groan at last, trying to soothe you in your restless sleep; but what started off as a gentle touch turned to his fingers digging into your hips.

The squelching noises of their thrusts began to grow louder, mingling in the air with the slapping of skin on skin. A fire was spreading through your body, its bright, burning flame slowly pulling you from your slumber. The first thing you felt was sweat; your body felt sticky with it. The pleasure shooting through your core had you startling, tired eyes locking on Jimin.

You gasped, the pounding you were taking turning your brain into mush, confusion making your chest tighten.

"Fuck," Jimin almost stilled; almost. "You awake, baby?"

A muffled moan was all you were able to provide. Your mind was too hazy to comprehend the shock of hearing Taehyung growl behind you, his hips snapping harder against yours to fuck you into oblivion.

What the hell was going on? You felt too good to find the answers, your toes curling and moans building up in your throat. How did this happen?

"Don't look so fucking shocked right now, baby," Jungkook cooed.

Your head snapped up. He stood before you by the bed, lowering his pants to reveal his hard cock. It was pretty, wet with beads of precum, the tip almost a dark, angry red. You blinked, unable to speak up even if you could form a coherent sentence right now. He grabbed onto your hair, his hand wrapped around the long length, stopping no more than an inch in front your mouth.

"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"

You blinked up at him again, the coil in your stomach tightening along with your cunt. It gushed a fresh, new wave of arousal, your body heating up at an alarming rate, like it was going through a fever.

"Oh yeah, she definitely doesn't mind," Jimin groaned. "Clenching like she's in- agh- heat."

A smirk from Jungkook at that was all the preparation you had before he started pressing his neglected cock into your parted lips, smearing them with precum.

Your thighs were beginning to shake, Jimin's harsh, shallow breaths mingling with the little noises of pleasure he was making. Taehyung wasn't any better, grunting right into your ear, bringing your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You didn't think you've ever felt so full in your life, disorientation making you part your lips further, like a toy waiting to be used.

"What a good baby," Jungkook sighed, holding your eyes as the first inch of his hard cock landed on your tongue.

"You gonna come?" He taunted, tilting his head to the side. His cock already felt heavy, tapping the tip of your tongue and leaking onto it. "Gonna come from being all stuffed and used, huh?"

There was a tiny part of you still left untouched by them before this; it caused a flicker of doubt to appear in your head, a lone candle in the hazy shadows. You probably shouldn't like this. You probably shouldn't.

"Go on, then," Jungkook cooed again, slapping his cock against your tongue some more. "Come like a good girl and maybe you'll get a reward."

The candle went out. You collapsed in between Taehyung and Jimin, unaware of anything but the coil that snapped in your stomach, a blissful, white heat that spread through you as you clenched and unclenched around the two cocks ramming into you with reckless abandon.

You couldn't tell whose cum was running down your thighs, mixing with yours, the hands all over your body trying to bring you back down to earth. It was soothing, the small kisses being left on your shoulder, praises you couldn't quite make out yet but still felt in your heart, a welcome kind of tenderness.

"So well, you did so well."

"Pretty baby. So fucking pretty. Felt good?"

"Look at me, angel. You okay?"

All of these words sounded different, but really meant the same thing. Mine, mine, mine. You're all mine. I got you. And now you know.

And somehow it felt more than right.

#adhdshshfh #I hope this is okay!#bts x reader #yandere bts #bts scenarios #bts imagines #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #bts reactions

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italoniponic · 2 years

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I saw your post about some characters nobody had requested for the event yet. If it's possible, could I request and imagine with Malleus (he was one or the three you mentioned, right?), Azul, and Leona for something? I thought you said 3 characters was the limit, I apologize if I read that wrong. 🙇‍♀️

Can I request what those three would do if their crush / Y/N accidentally confessed somehow (like letting it slip that they liked them) and instead of facing the consequences of their actions, Y/N just freakin' bolts. Nobody has ever seen them move that fast before.

Thank you in advance, and I apologize if this doesn't make sense or I did it wrong.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: ANON I LOVE YOU

The first request featuring Malleus at last! lmao Okay so, since I made something similar with Ace, Cater and Kalim but because there’s other characters this time, I made a twist (yeah, that’s the joke). If you don’t mind, I wrote this in a more funny way. At least it have a complete ending lol

And Diasomnia stans, pls ask me more for Malleus and Silver, I beg you!

Thanks for the request <3 |

Malleus Draconia, Azul Ashengrotto, Leona Kingscholar x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry's Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

My Baby Runs Like the Wind

“People may not understand why I love you, but...!,” you interrupted yourself halfway through, missing the point you wanted to get to. You simply wanted to assure Malleus that someone in the world really liked him, but your deepest feelings just revealed themselves unexpectedly;

Malleus stopped for a moment and stared deeply at you. In any other situation, he might have let that jumble of words go through his head without noticing anything special. But, it seemed that in this very specific momento he understood what you meant. Malleus’ eyes shone bright, he could feel his own heart beating fast;

Nothing that you could repair for a long time because you jumped up and ran out of there like lightning. Malleus was startled by your speed. He was always amazed at how fast humans could run even though they weren't as skilled as fairies and you seemed to almost disappear into thin air;

But... why did you run away?! Malleus shook his head, pulling himself together. Usually people would run away from him without saying anything or after being rude so they wouldn't suffer the consequences, but you said something good and genuine. You declared your love for him!;

You may have even thought that simply running from your problems was the best of solutions, but when little green lights surrounded you and suddenly, Malleus transported himself in front of you, you realized how wrong you were. You were in the middle of the hallway and the only way out was the side courtyard. Not understanding that you were still in auto-escape mode, Malleus reached out to you to lead you there;

You didn't know what to do. Your head was spinning, confused by the attitudes of your good friend Tsunotaro. Maybe he wanted to reject you more formally? Or perhaps did he not understand what you said and was apprehensive about your escape? You didn't want him to think that way. You weren't running away from him... well, you were, but for another reason;

One way or another, you walked together through the garden and silence was everywhere. Little birds used to avoid Malleus, fearing his draconic aura. In contrast, more crows approached you although they remained courteous in respecting your silence through the way;

You were so restless that Malleus didn't know what to do to help you. He remembered a book that Lilia borrowed for him a few weeks ago, an unusual literature in their land called “teenage romance”. You seemed to be in a very similar situation of misunderstanding between your true feelings;

“Child of Man, do you love me?,” Malleus asked you directly. It took you by surprise and you stared into his glorious jade eyes, expectant for an answer. Your heart started to beat harder and you almost wanted to run from there again;

But you remained and, unable to answer with words, you took Malleus's hand and squeezed it tightly. You nodded, plucking up the courage to face whatever his response to your feelings was. You felt like a knight facing a dragon. However, as admirable as your courage was, there was nothing to worry about;

“Oh, precious joy!,” surprising you again, Malleus gave you a huge smile. You were able to perfectly see his immaculate fangs. “My heart rejoices to hear this. You know why, dear? For I love you as well.” It was like waking up from a nightmare of uncertainties to the reality of sweet life. You were so happy with his response that you threw yourself on top of Malleus to hug him and you both fell off the bench. His good laugh ended up scaring the crows away.

“Loving you is insane, honestly,” you blurted out unintentionally after listening to Azul talk about his favorite coin collection for fifteen minutes. It was accidental, with no prior intention, completely unprepared. The favorite kind of information that Azul would like to receive. But this one caught even him by surprise;

For a long time, there was no noise other than the movement of the fish in the aquarium of Octavinelle's communal room. The little ladder of coins that Azul was making fell but he didn't take his eyes off you. He felt like he heard you wrong. Yeah, maybe that's it. But your face was flustered and this was an indicative counter;

So, for better or worse, you just bolted from there. You ran away so fast you almost ran over the Leech twins in the process. Floyd even joked about changing your name to “Black Marlin” — a fast fish he had bet on racing once in the Coral Sea. But when they turned around to Azul, his coins were already collected from the table and he went after you;

Azul would have asked Jade or Floyd to help ambush you because they were a little faster but, if you had said what he thought you said, he didn't want to involve the Twins unnecessarily in this situation. Things are hard enough without them laughing and teasing him;

Unluckily for Azul, you were on a good day and your run was fast. So fast that he couldn’t get close to you even without the lack of obstacles outside Octavinelle’s main building. He saw you beam out of the dorm and cursed under his breath. If you arrived in the halls of Night Raven College, it would take a lifetime to find you. As if he would give up so easily…;

Meanwhile, on your side of the ship’s bow, you arrived at the Hall of Mirrors and took a moment to catch your breath. You weren't sure if Azul was actually following you but there was a lot of adrenaline running through your veins at the moment;

You couldn't believe what had happened. You confessed yourself to Azul like that! Don’t you think about your own well-being? What if Azul didn't like you the same way? Now he could use that little slip for his own benefit. Well, the real truth was that you wouldn't want to know if Azul was going to reject you and you hoped he just hadn't heard anything;

“Ah, there you are... if you really loved me, you wouldn't make me run so much,” Azul's voice sounded in the hall and you took a fright, especially since he almost collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. You were about to run away again but the worry made you put your feet in place like an anchor;

You went over to Azul, who was leaning against the wall to rest, and when you made mention of touching him, he held up your hand. If you two were at sea, this action would be much more effective with his tentacles, but his grip was strong enough to hold you there without necessarily hurting you. He just didn't want you to run away again;

Nicely, he convinced you to repeat what you said before and without much else to run to, you could only finish confessing your love properly to him. When you finished and looked at Azul in the eyes, he looked weak again, his face was on fire and his heart beating just thinking how much you love him with such devotion and affection;

He almost cried. Almost. He wouldn’t weaken so much in front of you at that moment. Azul took a deep breath, adjusted his glasses, and said, “I suppose I should also confess something. I love you, too.” This statement alone was able to make you jump in Azul and hug him with all your might. Not that he complains much when he thinks about it.

“You are sometimes lucky that I love you, idiot...,” you were about to try to strangle Leona when you noticed what you said. It was already a very complicated situation. You were forced by Crewel to hunt down Leona and demand to him to do a homework he should have turned in yesterday but apparently didn't, culminating in you finding him sleeping in the Botanical Garden;

Trying to wake up a lion here, vain attempts to drag him out there, you were at the limit of your patience. And, by the way, from your own guard because that phrase escaped more naturally than you would like. Because nothing couldn’t get worse, that actually made Leona wake up. He was semi-sleeping these last fifteen minutes but hearing that you love him gave that special snap;

You exchanged a look for a moment, one more surprised than the other. You only noticed at that moment that you were practically on top of him. And like a prey that has noticed the awakening of its predator, you ran out of there as fast as you could. Leona remembered the antelopes of his land, running like the wind;

He only needed a moment to pull himself together and stretch out, not considering that running after you would be a problem. So... you loved him, huh? How cute, he chuckled to himself. But it was so meaningful and good to hear, something that Leona would hardly admit out loud to you. And to think that you have reached this stage;

Meanwhile, you still ran like a wild beast through the fields of Night Raven College, not knowing exactly where you were going. You were worried about what to do from there. How could you face Leona again? Would he let it pass like it was nothing? No one would know?;

You stopped suddenly, thinking better of it. Was that the conclusion you wanted? Well, that might be better than a rejection, but it would be just as sad. You sighed, tired. It was quite a race and you were sure Leona didn't move a muscle to follow you;

Bam! That's when you felt a little bump in your head and there was Leona behind you, yawning as if finding out your position from your trail had been nothing. He had that sassy look in his eyes, relaxed, really treating the situation like it was nothing. So handsome and gallant that you felt like you could fight him and kiss him at the same time;

This thought knotted your stomach and made your blood run faster. You turned around, ready to do the same thing when Leona held you by the collar of your shirt, preventing your escape in any direction. Now that you were face to face, it was time to talk seriously;

“Herbivore, do you love me?,” Leona asked. Despite his stance, you didn't find anything that represented hostility in that question. Which, again, was good and bad at the same time. Worse for your heart was finding out that Leona didn't care about you at all. But since you were there — and you couldn't even get away anyway — you had to admit it;

You hadn't realized because you were looking down but Leona's expression changed many times as he listened to you declare your heart to him. It was such touching words and to think that you almost ran away from him because of shame and fear only made him feel stranger, like he never felt before;

“I'm in love with you too... either that or you give me a lot of headache for no apparent reason,” Leona confessed. You were surprised but, out of habit, you gave him a light punch on the shoulder. Not that he cared. Behind you, the sun was coming down magnificently and you almost wanted to run again. Not to escape but to announce to the four winds that Leona Kingscholar loved you too.

| Special Notes: Lilia gave Malleus a bunch of shojo manga, that’s the only truth I know. |

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst fluff #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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mushroom-for-art · 5 months

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A silly I thought of at work lmao enjoy @seasidemew! Not canon to the shadow au probably would probably happen a little later if canon a sort of chapter 7.5 I think XD but I wanted to write it now

Would you still love me?

Orange hues snuggles closely fondly into the darker striped form of her companion and lover making soft purrs and trills as she adjusted wiggled as though trying to nuzzle herself even closer to him even as she was latched to his side. He breathed easily resting in their nest together, the sun hung low mockingly in the sky refusing to set, neither of them found sleep coming to them despite the time not with the warm night air. Though the cuddling wasn't unpleasant for either of them.

"Syn?" May mumbles softly against his side idly pressing her lips to his skin in little kisses just because she was there, he made a hum of acknowledgement to her asking for him. "Would you still love me if I was a Wurmple?"

He opened his eye to cast it down to look at her, "a what?"

"A Wurmple," His brow furrowed in confusion closing his eye again in his mind he saw a short orange Wurmple wiggling along on a branch, he supposed that would be somewhat cute.

"Will you change back or are you a Wurmple forever?" he decided to humor her question play along with her sleepy ramblings.

"Nuh huh, Wurmple foreverrr." He hummed in thought, Wurmple weren't as intelligent as they were and as much as he cherished her the thought of putting his lips anywhere near a bug even for a chaste kiss on the forehead caused him to grimace in discomfort already imagining the texture.

"I'd love you, but I couldn't love a Wurmple," she hummed softly at his answer still cuddling to his side presumably not hurt by the answer.

"Would you make sure I wasn't eaten by a bird?" He thought about it snatching a Pidgeot out the air and draining it's life as it attempted to swoop and eat the little orange bug.

"Of course," she squeezed him softly seeming to approve of that answer.

"Would you try to eat me if you were a bird and I was a Wurmple?" Syn sighed softly opening his eyes again while turning his head to look at May as she lifted her head to smile sleepily at him chin resting on his chest plate expectedly.

"I mean if, I was only as intelligent as a bird? I guess?" he wasn't sure what answer she was hoping for as she nodded squeezing him once more.

"Yea.. If I was a Wurmple and you a bird I'd let you eat me so you stay strong." Syn hummed in disapproval at that.

"Hey, what does that mean."

"huh?" Syns face pulled into a slight disapproving frown.

"No double meanings, there's no reason for me to eat not in that or any other context." May chuckled nuzzling in close purring loudly confused by her wistful sigh.

"I know, I know," he made a sound sighing softly at her antics. "now ask me?"

"Ask you what? If you'd eat me if you were a bird?" She laughed softly.

"Nooo, if I'd still love you if you were a Wurmple even if you weren't changing back"

"Would you?"

"mhm! I'd find you the best berries and leaves every day and I'd say look at how pretty Syn is with his stripes and dark colors and I'd make sure you're safe when you make your cocoon and I'd compliment you if you became a beautiful Beautifly or a dazzling Dustox and talk to you about how to court yourself a little wife,"

"Why would I want a little wife I have you?" She giggled at his question.

"I mean of course you do I'm flattered and I would be flattered if you still wanted to seduce me as a Dustox or Beautifly but you might want a wife of your own species." He hmphed at the suggestion. "and then I'd watch over your babies."

"You've given this a lot of thought haven't you?"

"Yea I have too much time with my thoughts." He snorted softly as she beamed at him playfully wiggling her brows as he laughed at her playful nature. She sighed content squeezing him softly and he squeezed her back with one arm assuming that was the silliness of the night.

"Syn?" He hummed again getting the feeling he knew where this was going.

"Yes my dear?" She giggled to herself echoing 'yes my dear', as she squeezed him flapping her hands a bit in excited wiggling as he smirked to himself at getting such a joyous reaction from 3 simple words feeling her wiggle and vibrate against him from her excited shakes and flaps, it made him chuckle fondly as she squeezed him again harder.

"Would you still love me if I was an orthworm?"

"Forever?"

"Foooorever."

"I guess I'd make sure you have a nice plot of land to explore and live in but I'd let you live with your wormy brethren, they could understand you and provide for you better than I could."

"Aww, you'd let me go so I'd thrive?" She nuzzled him purring, "that's so sweet, you want whats best for me," her tail wagged, "would you be jealous if I got a wormy husband?"

Syn growled lowly in the back of his throat lying, "no." As May laughed again at his jealousy over the hypothetical worm husband.

"Lucky I'm not an orthworm then," he hummed in agreement.

"And let me guess if I was an Orthworm you'd do the same but provide extra?" He felt her nod against him;

"Yeup, and I'd make sure nobody ever hunted and caught you ever because you'd probably be so so pretty still." He chuckled supposing he would be very pretty no matter what form he took.

They were quiet again cuddled close, it was a touch darker outside but the sun was defiant.

"Syn?"

He heaved a playful sigh turning his head to look at her, "this better be the last one so you've gotta make it count," he could see the playful guilty gleam in her eye realising she was being silly but not at the point of apologising and stopping. Admittedly he did enjoy her sillies, even if he was quite tired.

"would you still love me if IIIII wassss," she tapped her chin in thought considering her options her eyes glanced to the clouds outside, "a Castform?"

Memories of the sunshine glaring insultingly into his face came to mind the harsh lashing of rain on his skin and the subsequent injuries sustained from Rayqauza, the bitter biting cold wind cutting at his face cruelly in the middle of a gale force blizzard with dangerous wind speeds, he growled idly to himself at the frustrations of such weather phenomenon.

"Nope," May squealed in surprise laughter moving to sit up to look at him accusatorily having to shift her body to hold the nest besides his head to try to put herself over him in her leaning.

"'Nope' ???" despite her accusatory mock hurt tone he could see her eyes creasing from grinning too damn widely and trying not to laugh far more amused than hurt, "you would abandon May?? Cast aside the form?? Hate forever??" He made an idle playful tut as he rolled his eyes chuckling to himself as she rambled on in play dramatics.

He moved his hands to her sides holding her softly which caused her to quieten quite quickly as he smirked moving to pull her down to lying back down besides him and putting himself over her in turn tail swaying and leaning over his prey with a playful low growl, she blinked at him and did a playful shimmy of her shoulders right back at him making him lose his composure and exhale a laugh.

"You finished being dramatic?" May inhaled dramatically to answer and he gently put his hand around her snout to keep her mouth shut, "ill take that as a no," she pouted at him making a series of fake insulted noises her foot lightly touching his thigh in mock kicks of protest, he chuckled at her antics watching her pretend to huff seeing her mouth betraying the large smile she had.

When she'd sufficiently 'fought' him enough she pouted her lips once more making little kissy motions and sounds stopping and then repeating as he leant down to happily fulfill her request, kissing her softly as his hand moved to hold her face and hers came to hold his enjoying the moment before he pulled away reluctantly.

"So are you gonna sleep now?" the hum of thought May made was not reassuring.

"Maybe!" He sighed moving to carefully roll and move back into lying onto his back.

"You have too much energy," she immediately came and latched back to his side cuddling up close as he wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeaaaa, it's the suns fault," he chuckled softly in agreement.

"Syn?"

"This better not be a question." He heard her giggle as she pressed herself close.

"I love you." He smiled fondly to himself hearing her say those 3 little words. He exhaled softly as he closed his eyes to rest.

"I love you too." She purred softly, and he softly purred right back.

#My writing #A silly but a soft #@seasidemew Syn #@seasidemew oc #No trigger warnings for once XD #They're just goofy together sometimes as a treat #May makes him more goofy cause she's goofy he likes to play with her on that it's nice it's bonding #It's not that he doesn't care of course he loves her dearly but like I don't think he's gonna be carrying around wurmple may XD #She's being all lovey but not realistic cause he probably may not even know her as a wurmple #Plus it was just funny to me thinking of Syn very passionately hating cast form like oh those bitches #And just nope XD do not like the Castform #Suggested adult humor #Fuck okay one warning #Syn really said 👌shut XD #But playful<3 May knows he's only playing they're both just having a bit of silly funny enrichment

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Maybe eventual smut (I'm not sure about this, but if my bestie wants it, I might add I lmao)

Content Warnings: University au!; mutual pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might well turn suggestive

Word Count: 1.96k words

Mellow speaks: The first part is here!!! I honestly can't believe I came up with this idea in a dream lol. I'm enjoying writing it, so I hope you guys look forward to more parts!!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @yogurteume @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi @yogurteume @blahbluhblahbluh @yeonyeonyeonjun @yjs6x @silent--cry (this one's for you my love)

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Next》

You're back at last, and despite having had been away for months on end, it seems that the campus you had come to adore over your years as a student hasn't changed one bit during your absence. No, it's still the same, buzzing with people both known and new, some roaming across the gravel and others seated at the benches. The fro-yo shop at the left-hand corner catering to a whole line of of expectant customers, and the sound of Kai's voice, slightly off-note on purpose to "attract listeners" (his own words, not Taehyun's) filtering through the speakers and telling you it's time for the radio's afternoon show. Yeah, everything's the same, and boy are you glad to be back.

Don't get this twisted though. You were more than grateful for the opportunity of going to Australia for the exchange programme, and you're even more grateful as you think back to all the interesting stuff you learned and all the sweet memories you made during your stay. But that doesn't mean you didn't miss being back home in Seoul, didn't miss your weekly trips to the fro-yo counter just to get a student discount. Didn't miss seeing Beomgyu being weird in class, or didn't miss sipping on your latte with Taehyun while judging Soobin as he tried to ask his crush out (something he finally did manage to do while you were away, much to your dismay).

And most of all, it definitely doesn't mean you didn't miss a certain someone, because you did. You did miss him, much more than you'd care to admit. The late-night and early morning video calls weren't nearly enough to fill the void that having to navigate your days without him had left inside your heart, and it's no lie that right now, you're counting down the minutes till you can meet him again. That's the thought you have in mind when Kai's voice breaks you out of it, a giggle to be heard from the tiny intercoms spread throughout the balconies and roofs of the buildings.

"You're favorite boy Kai is back!," his high-pitched tone carrying through the air as a groan from Taehyun follows soon after, their wordless banter making you let out a chuckle. "Some things never change," you mutter to yourself, tuning in to the news segment just so you know all the juice before stepping back into college life. But what you hear instead is nothing short of a scream of excitement, a gasp slipping past your lips at the suddenness.

"Now as you all know, our lovely Y/N, the heart of our campus, has come back from her trip to Australia. And as her best friend, I think it's my duty to-," Kai says all to happily, only to be cut off by Taehyun's panicked voice as he says something that makes you raise your eyebrows in surprise. "I'm sorry for that Yeonjun. Everyone knows Y/N's your best friend, Kai was just being stupid. Ignore him,"his words bleed through, the mention of a particular name making your ears perk up.

Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun, the clueless campus heartthrob and your best friend since first year of college. Despite being a year elder to you, his annoyingly adorable ways did help him wiggle into your life, and eventually, your heart. You hadn't planned for it to happen, but how could you not melt when he was always popping up by your side at random times, just to "steal you away" and take you to his spot, the small room on the rooftop which he claimed to have discovered. How could you not melt when he was always there to stop people from waking you up when you fell asleep in the library, threatening to blast them off to space if they ruined your nap.

Yet, all you had thought of it was a simple crush, confident that it would go away when you left for your programme. But as your eyes scan the grounds and halls for any signs of his mop of hair (which you know from all the selfies is blue now), you're not so sure anymore. Because how can you be when the past few months, the only thing that's been keeping the homesickness at bay has been his constant words of encouragement, his efforts to sneak in a "Good morning" and "Good night" every day without fail, despite it not being an obligation.

Yeonjun has been nothing but supportive of your effort to broaden your horizons, and he's been telling you the same thing over every text message and through every video call, day in and day out. He didn't need to put it into words, it was plenty evident from the way he told you he said "I miss you" but never lingered on that thought too long, afraid of making you change your mind. And if you had expected the softness in your heart to go away as the skyline of South Korea had receded into the distance, his actions and gentle sure did prove you wrong.

That's why, here you are now, letting your feet carry you through the corridors of the university, your eyes peeking into every nook and cranny in the hopes of discovering the person you're searching for. Your best friend, after all, is the person you want to meet first "He was supposed to meet me near the archway," you mutter to yourself, shaking your head a little as you continue down the halls, turning up no luck in the cafeteria or even the dance room, the two places you know he loves the most. Except......

"Of course!," are your words at the very next moment, your hand flying to your forehead as you think of the one place he can be. Before you know it, you're jogging, your feet slapping against the hard ground as you make your way towards the gymnasium hall. Why, you ask? Because in case you've forgotten, that's the building whose top floor happens to be the home to the radio room, the place where you had, quite literally, run into a wall during your freshman year, on your way for an interview.

The wall in question, rather obviously, was the toned chest of none other than Yeonjun, the hottie who was notorious for being absolutely in the dark about how he made head turns and hearts ache with a simple smile of his. That was your first meeting with him, but by no means did it become your last, the stars aligning in a way to orchestrate meeting after meeting. Soon enough, he was your co-host on the morning show, the sleepy expression on his face as he walked into the station with a boba in hand making your cheeks flush every morning.

To put it short, it was bit too adorable for you to handle. His hair a little messy from the shower, and his cheeks still puffed-up from the late-night snacking, something he had told you quite early on was his favorite pastime. And that wasn't all he had told you either, his witty oneliners and quirky, completely random thoughts always managing to catch you off-guard as you got ready for another "Wakey wakey" over your mic. But your chemistry with him was undeniable, the Y/NJun duo quickly becoming a fan-favorite. And with that, blossomed the beginning of a beautiful friendship with the man you had affectionately come to call "Jjun."

The rest, as they say, is history, your mind swimming with memories that threaten to make you smile and weep at the same time. "He must be in there," you think to yourself, turning the last corner between you and the gymnasium. But the very next moment, you're suddenly stopping, skidding your feet against the gravel as you let out a gasp. It takes you a minute to process the sight in front of you, your eyes scanning over the giant blue and pink banner that welcomes you back.

That's not all that's waiting for you though, because right under the banner, stands a whole group of people, the figures of most of them rather easily discernable as they face away from you. That is, until one of them, one with a fading blue haircolor, starts to turn around, the smile that you've missed so much finally greeting you in the face. And then, you're running again, actually dashing this time, your form throwing itself at Yeonjun as your arms get wrapped around his shoulders, his own snaking around your waist.

Next thing you know, he's lifting you up, laughs to be heard from everywhere around you as he spins you, his own laughter rumbling through his chest. It's in that moment that you notice the tears that are now streaming down your cheeks, the months of being away from him hitting you like a truck. Everything fades away into the wind, only Yeonjun and you being left behind, at least in your mind's eye. It's just the two of you, perfect like always, not needing anyone else.

When he puts you down, it's like you can't being yourself to tear your gaze away from his eyes, his head bent slightly as he looks down at you with the softest expression on his face. "Hi," is all you can say, finding yourself at a loss for words the longer you stare at him. It's hard to fathom that he's finally there, finally in front of you, and not just waving at you through a screen. This moment is perfect, and you don't want it to break. Ever.

Except it does, a giant Soobin lurching in to steal you away, hugging you super tight and crying about how he missed you. It's not like you can bring yourself to be mad at him though, because you did miss him too. After that, it's an slew of hugs and kisses and shouts of "Welcome back." The kisses, of course, are from Beomgyu, your eyes voluntarily flicking over to the eldest among you to gauge his reaction.

But he's not there, making your scrunch your brows in confusion for just a second until Taehyun pulls you to the side, complaining about everyone, especially Kai. And all you can do is laugh at that, your heart warming at getting back all the things you missed so dearly. It's mid-laughter that you hear Yeonjun's voice cut through the air, your head turning towards the sound as yet another gasp slips past your lips. A huge cake, bearing your face, is what greets you, a grinning Yeonjun looking at you expectantly.

"Surprise," he whispers, smile widening as your eyes move from the cake to him and back. After what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to squeak out a "I- Jjun-," only to be cut off by a feminine voice. "It's so nice to meet you at last, Y/N," a girl comes into view, his voice warm and his smile friendly. But she's someone you don't recognize, aside from the fact that she seems a couple years younger. "I've heard so much about you from everyone, especially Yeonjun," she quips, sticking a hand out for you to shake.

But you only look at her in confusion, your face morphing into one of perplexity when she links her arm with Yeonjun. "Your Yeonjun," your mind says, though he's not really yours to keep. Not yet, anyway. Seeing you zoning out, your best friend is quick to spill out an introduction. "Y/N, meet Sara, a freshman and my-," he begins, but it's the girl next to him who completes the sentence, saying something that you're not sure you hear correctly.

"His girlfriend."

Girlfriend. Yeonjun has a girlfriend. That's when it all comes crashing down.

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zosociologist · 2 years

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"Dating Eddie Munson Would Be Like..."

[Eddie Munson x Black!Reader Headcannon]

(A/N: I came out of my writing hiatus for this🥴 I underestimated just how lengthy this was gonna get and I don't think Tumblr mobile has the text break feature anymore, so there's a lot, lmao! And YES, we all know about how everything goes down in Stranger Things and Hawkins and all that jazz.....but consider that as a loose reference for this!)

Warnings: Nothing really, Fluff, maybe a little fooling around but that's about it(:

P.S: 🤎WwaBRiM🤎 but everyone is welcome to read☺; Likes & comments are appreciated and reblogs are highly encouraged👌🏾

YOU TWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!😆💫💞

Okay so here's a long ass backstory to how your friendship began: 🍃SPRING OF 1980🍃, the air was crisp outside, middleschool was finally over, you were taking that big leap into highschool in the fall, you finally got over Bon Scott's death, your family got you a bike for graduation, and one of your older cousins became a keyholder at THEE BEST record shop in Hawkins that ALSO had a comic book shop on the 2nd floor. So it's safe to say you knew where you were gonna spend most of your summer.

You'd be chilling around the shop most days, hanging out with your cousin and talking to the other teens that would work there. You'd even help put out records and play them in the store.

You're an audiophile and you take pride in your vast music taste, probably influenced by the fact that you came from a musical family....BUT THAT'S NEITHER HERE NOR THERE.

You and Eddie met because that ENTIRE summer he'd swoop in at the same time every other day at approximately 4:45 PM, and make a B-line for the Rock section.

It always seemed like he'd be walking up to the counter to FINALLY buy something, but if you were behind it he'd chicken out and make a sharp turn for the stairs to go up to the comics.

It was a routine, and you had it down to a T. You kinda enjoyed his presence even though you two hadn't properly met yet. You had to admit he was kinda cute😌

His hair was doing it's own little thing, it was shoulder length and feathered, and on this day in particular, he had on a Black Sabbath ringer tee with denim bell bottoms and sneakers...and he was peaking over the prog section shelf at you...barely even hiding it.

He paced around to other shelves as well, he stopped in the Funk and Soul section and picked up a few records which, honestly, kinda surprised you.

It was finally time for him to choke at the check-out counter, but this time was different~

He rested his 5 records down on the counter and let out a shaky breath that equaled that of someone about to have an asthma attack.

Your heart went out, so you thought you'd break the ice somehow, picking up AC/DC's new "Back in Black" album on top of his stack, "Is this a badass comeback or what!"

Mission accomplished, he immediately loosened up, "Hell Yeah! It's album of the year for sure because Brian Johnson FUCKS!" (okay maybe a little too loose)

You both quickly hit it off from there, it turns out Eddie also was an avid music listener himself. His other items that day included Saxon's "Strong Arm Of The Law", Steel Pulse's "Tribute To The Martyrs", Van Halen's "Women and Children First", and Bette Davis' "Nasty Gal".

From there on out you two instantly became close💫

If you guys weren't at the record shop then you'd be at the movies, if you weren't at the movies, then you'd be at his home blasting music while he played along on his guitar, if it was too late to blast music at his place then he'd be trying to teach you the basics of Dungeons & Dragons (emphasis on trying), if his complicated lessons failed, then you'd both be on the roof at your house reading comics until the sun came up, then you'd go downstairs to eat Count Choculas and watch Saturday Morning Cartoons until you passed out from lack of sleep.

Eddie proposed that you two should get friendship bracelets, but of course, you were both broke after spending what little money you had on music and nerd memorabilia😅

So you went looking through his stuff and pulled out 2 guitar picks. One for each of you. He thought it was cute and immediately had his uncle make them into necklaces for you both.

Freshmen year of highschool started for you two, and it was really a trial and error period as far as cliques go.

Everyone was judgy, and Eddie didn't like how certain groups would be okay with one of you joining but not the other when you both were into the same things.

You were floaters, but YOU more than Eddie. You were nice and social enough to be friends with at least one or more people in every clique. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be hecklers every now and again.

Once, a Jock thought it would be funny to yank on your Afro-puffs "as a joke", and you begged Eddie to drop it, but he hauled off and punched the guy right in the dick!

He got suspended, and when you talked to him about it that night on your roof, he tried to cover his tracks by saying he was "having problems grieving John Bonham's death".

You knew he was lying, he knew he was lying, but he was so scared to tell you how he felt. He thought it would've ruined what you had going on.

Sophomore year was oddly both better, and all the same. But at least Hawkins High finally got a D & D club, obviously Eddie hopped on it the moment he found out, and he wanted you to join too but you were just so damn CONFUSED, and he respected that.

You were more on the Arts Clubs side of the spectrum, and he absolutely loved that for you. He liked that you weren't afraid to put yourself out there.

Definitely your hypeman whenever you had class presentations. You both sat in the back so he'd get this poster board and write "🔥🔥🔥Hell Yeah y/n!!!🔥🔥🔥" on it, and if you had a presentation in a class you didn't share with him, he'd steal the hall pass to sneak in the back of the room and listen☺

Junior year is when the dynamic shifted for sure, and it was so random too?! You were becoming a talented Jack of all trades, and Eddie was starting to perfect his sense of style. His hair was growing out more and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look fine😩

On top of all that, your cousin graduated from college and got a new car as a gift, so it was only fair that you got her old one. And it...was...FUCKING...AMAZING.

You and Eddie started going for joyrides, it didn't matter where or when. Sometimes all you had to do was give eachother a look, and the car keys would basically appear out of thin air.

Anyway on one fine night, reefer may or may not have been involved, and it was somebody's bright idea to play Sade...

You were in a pretty safe yet secluded area, sitting on the hood of the car, stargazing and talking about hopes and dreams, and the future and where you saw yourself in 10 years..................

and Mr. Munson looked you dead in the eyes and said "Hopefully with you."

..........................you kissed him. You kissed the fuck outta him. And he let you, he actually invited it, he leaned into it, he embraced it.

He'd been praying for it, from the very moment he first laid eyes on you in the record shop, to the moment you were headbanging to the "Kill 'Em All" record so hard you fell off of his bed, even down to the moments when you would stare through him while you zoned out as he explained his character lore. Yes, he had prayed on his knees for this exact moment many nights...and he's not even religious.

It got heavy really quick, you put your hand on the windshield to brace you both and he caressed your face, "Can I?" he asked between kisses, waiting for your approval before he slowly moved his hands to your hair.

You got lost there for a little bit, but he had to be the bigger person and snap you both out of it, mostly due to the fact that the munchies had finally set in.

You two spent that night, cooped up on the same side of a booth at a Waffle House, eating All-Star Specials, and talking about any and everything, basking in the peace of your new relationship😌💓

That summer leading up to senior year was truly something else, there were a lot of wholesome learning periods that Eddie had to go through.

He FINALLY got to experience one of your infamous "Wash Days", and he wanted to help so he got to lather up your hair with the shampoo and he handed you the right products so you could deep condition your hair. He got so invested that he ended up washing his hair too, so now you both were just walking around your house with towel turbans on😂

He was one wiff away from going feral one time after he watched you apply shea butter after a shower, THAT was an experience🥴

You had to teach him how to do the electric slide AGAIN because you'd "be damned if your boyfriend had two left feet at the family function"💀

Senior year itself was pretty tough. The relationship was stronger than ever, but academically Eddie was falling behind. He'd get so caught up in the moment and everything around him that he'd push a lot of his school responsibilities to the side.

You'd have him over a lot more solely for the purpose of studying, but it would always end up with him not doing anythinggggg and you hated it because you wanted him to succeed but he's just so damn quick-witted and strong willed!

You'd try to scold him about distractions, and all he has to do is sweet-talk you, next thing you know your straddling him on your bedroom floor in the midst of a feverish makeout session. You just couldn't win😩.

I think the gravity of everything truly set in when graduation was around the corner, and you told him that if he wasn't graduating then you weren't. It broke his heart a little. Especially after he saw all the acceptance letters you got, that you tried hiding from him.

He knew you deserved every one of those letters, and he wouldn't be able to live with it if he knew that you didn't take those opportunities because of him.

Graduation came....he was there for the ceremony and left right after you got your diploma. When the ceremony was over you drove to his place, sat on the porch with him, put your cap on his head and cried on his shoulders.

He cried too, but he didn't let you see it.

That summer was bittersweet, you two did what you had been doing for the past four years, but it was all the more sentimental because by the time fall came around, you knew you'd see eachother less.

Eddie got a camcorder for you to document college life, and of course you used it to document your summer with him.

On the bright side, college is a lot of fun and you and Eddie talk about it on the phone A LOT and how you can't wait for him to get there, and whenever you have a break in the semesters you are on the first plane back to Hawkins to see him.

Highschool ultimately ended up working for him too in his own way, his grades may still be hot ass, and his principal told him he'd have to do senior year over again BUT at least he's the Dungeon Master of Hawkins' D & D club which he rebranded, "🔥The Hellfire Club🔥"

💫When he told you the news, you drew up a cool logo and had your roommate that works at a shirt shop make a bunch of shirts in various sizes, and had a large box commercially shipped to him💫

When you were on the phone with him the night he got the boxes he let out such a horrid scream, it was a slasher movie grade scream. HE LOVED IT SO MUCH!

He caught a flight that weekend which was convenient because family and friends weekend WAS that weekend😂

When '86 came around, you told Eddie during one of your designated wash day phone calls that it was gonna be his year, and yeeaahhh you tell him that EVERY YEAR as words of encouragement but you knew that this was it, and he finally internalized it.

You even hyped him up for college and have been telling him about study methods you could try when he got there, and you joked about bribing your roommate to move out so you could be roomies with him when he got there that fall!

And he said FUCK YEAH to all of it because he loves your positivity, he loves your mind, he loves your efforts, and he loves you!

But you two are BEYOND CUTE together omg😭💞

#my longest headcannon yet!#my writing #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson ff

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filiaisasacrifice · 1 year

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Love Witch

Yandere! Entity(DEV) x Reader

Note: He's going to kill me for putting him in an XReader lmao, also, Don't bully MLP, and don't be dumb lol, I actually like the series a little, and my favorite character is Pinky Pie!

When you were a kid you were an ugly little shit, like, kicking your dad's balls with a butter sock style of ugly, you had the personality of a hyperactive rock and it's worth noting that your social status was "doubtful" to say the least.

Tv, the internet, radio, you name it! was a big part of what shaped you as a person, a semi-normal human person.

Entertainment was like your own mother! Who can blame you when the blue light from the store's computer screen fluttered in the dark like butterflies? the dust particles shimmered like snowflakes in the light, the thought was like a drop of poison shimmering and impacting directly on your loins.

In the first video a house twinkling like a Starfire, there were no people except for the breath of the person recording, it wasn't like a burning house ironically ignited the fire of curiosity in your reptilian brain (lizard brain?), it was something else, the fact that someone would do something so evil, was it an abandoned house or were there people inside? Are the police going to catch the perpetrator and treat them like the scumbag they are?

You breathed hot air, even though the back room was cold as a witch's dick.

The second page was a couple of illustrations

Particularly of a man with his arms and legs missing, you thought he was a man at least, it was just a black background with the white border of the "man",

Quite pixelated, like something taken from the fetishist side of Deviantart and artists of dubious quality, maybe the rawness caught your attention, a drawing made out of pure desire without being modified, the type of object that a Witch of Love physically would use for her Amarres.

Sometimes you feel curious and that curiosity leads you to strange places, like when you looked in the back of the ice cream freezer and saw that.

Curiosity was your seductress, your weakness, you would fight losing battles for curiosity, was it a siren or a succubus with all its nuances from "Where do coins go when you flush them down the toilet" to "On a scale of 1/10 how much does it hurt if I throw myself off the roof?"

you clicked the link dramatically.

It was a My Little Pony forum, an old one, ancient, in the number of active users it only had a sad and meek "1", the image was there with a few others of the same nature, if a little bit more boring, just the process of losing limbs in pixelated white lines, you've seen worse in flash games, to be honest, oh, those good days.

"Sigh"

You muttered unimpressed, Your muse had teased you with her sensuality and left you high and dry.

On the bright side, you were number one in something besides clowns.

DEV666: Hey :)

Apparently, you weren't number one, It was a little surprising that the guy was still active, for that they have your respect, however, a stranger on the internet is still a stranger on the internet, as Shakespeare said once.

Anon#133: Suc my dic

short and to the point, an expression of your repressed feelings, it's been SUCH an exhausting few weeks…

DEV666: Rude, Not the rudest thing I've ever been told, I thought a fellow pony enjoyer would understand the concept of love and friendship, but, as always (in these circumstances), I was wrong.

Anon#133: Lmaoo who likes my little poneys, wht are you, six?

You laughed, nothing brightens your night like antagonizing a My Little Pony fan, maybe your adventures were worth it, the future seemed a little more sparkly.

DEV666: Those girls are a hundred times better than you right now, my dear, if you'll excuse me, I'll leave this conversation here >:(

Anon#133: Draama queen, ponis suck crybabyyyy you write like a grandmaaa

You like to think that you are a reasonable person, it was not very reasonable to send them thirteen more messages with random shit, also the lyrics of David Bowie's Space Oddity and the word "penis" twice at the end...

But hey, you could indulge a little.

...

Another response.

DEV666: That's it, I'm coming for you motherfucker.

With that, you closed the page and turned off the computer, time to go back to work.

The store phone rang

Weirdly, the only ones who call are the police and Snuffy from time to time, although he only breathes on the line, well, you think it's Snuffy, sometimes he whispers in Spanish but when you asked him he told you that he doesn't speak Spanish.

RING RING RING!

You take the phone, and the plastic sits at room temperature on your skin.

"Snuffy?"

Someone was breathing on the phone, again, It sounded robotic, like a talking vacuum cleaner.

"What the fuck"

Seriously, what the fuck, who uses Loquendo these days? that's creepypasta-level bullshit.

You looked at the Jesus-shaped stain on the wall as if it was going to give you an answer.

"My little Pony is for losers"

Bep.

with that, you ended the call.

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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I’d love to hear your thoughts about Eddie having a crush on a nice girl and getting teased about it by Jason or the other jocks

Author's Note | hello, anon, thanks for the request! executively filing this one under Fool for Love lmao and whoo, I finally caved into the cheerleader!Reader trope. I hate being kind of cliche but I'm not gonna lie...it was kind of fun.

Being a cheerleader is easy. As long as you don't consider the social obligations, the pressure to represent the high school with integrity and discipline, and the all the optics you're expected to maintain. Turning your homework in on time and saying goodnight to your parents before tucking in for the night are the least of your worries.

Add the Freak onto your list could very well be the straw that breaks the camel's back. But you do it anyway. Because, for some reason, Eddie Munson just has to be one of the sweetest guys you've ever met in your life.

What began as a chance encounter after cheerleading practice had quickly turned into him driving you home. Then it turned into you kissing him on the cheek as he walked you to your doorstep. And though it's yet to evolve into anything more, you just know that with the way he waits for you after practice, he's just as hooked as you are.

It's cute, actually; having something so loose and undefined with him. Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's the leather. Maybe it's the fact that he's nothing like everyone makes him out to be. Or maybe it's the truth staring you right in the face. Eddie Munson is one of the only things on your plate that doesn't feel like empty calories. He's warm, comforting, filling, and heals your senses.

Every time you're with him in his van, you feel lighter than air. Though, that could always be the residual fumes of the weed he smokes. Either way, for once in your life, you have someone who gets it without entirely getting it. He'd never understand the plight of a cheerleader. But he gets the numbness that comes with trying to meet bullshit expectations every single day.

And he thinks that's why you interest him the most. You're so close to figuring it out; to concluding that this is all just one pointless rat race that won't matter one bit as soon as you graduate.

But you try anyways. Not for the optics, but because you want things to be special. You love helping to choreograph the cheer routines and helping out at the fundraisers and pitching in where you can. You were born and bred for the white picket fence life.

That's why he's drawn closer and closer, the longer you spend time with him. Forbidden fruit and all that jazz. It's cliche, but he can stand to indulge in it. He's spent this long embracing his status as an outcast, he figures he can stand to push his luck a little more.

So the next big move is him actually watching you and your teammates practice from the bleachers. All the girls are so coordinated but you shine among the rest of them, executing each move and shake of your pom poms with almost perfect timing. He's over the top with his cheering and whistling. And you can't even pretend to be embarrassed by him.

You weren't sure if you'd ever even witnessed Eddie attend so much as a pep rally before. So seeing him on the bleachers, being your own cheerleader has you beaming by the time practice is over.

But the atmosphere changes as soon as Jason and a handful of his friends file into the gym, ready to retrieve their girlfriends. Eddie catches Jason's attention almost immediately.

"Hey, Freak, what are you doing in here?"

Chrissy hurries forward, already placing a steady hand on the shoulder of her boyfriend's letterman jacket, "Don't worry about him. He's just watching us practice!" she assures him brightly.

"He's watching you ladies?" Jason's hard stare shifts from Chrissy back to Eddie as he stands from where he sits, "You thinking about adding Pervert into your collection of aliases?"

Eddie usually knows he's way around these people. But either he's losing his touch or you've really gotten to his sensibilities, because the first thing out of his mouth is an apology. A quiet reassurance that he doesn't mean any harm. Because he really doesn't.

"Hey!" you rush between the two, "Jason, leave him alone. He came because I asked him to."

Jason scoffs, "You seriously invited him to watch you and the girls practice? Do you have any idea what this guy thinks about when he sees you dancing around in those outfits? You're really going to let him trick you like that?"

Eddie clears his throat and finally manages to look Jason in the eye, "This guy just came to watch a cheerleading routine. I don't know what you're thinking about when you watch cheerleaders practice for one of your little games, but I can promise you that it's all in your sad little blond head."

"Oh, you're dead, Freak!"

Before Jason can lunge towards him, a few of his friends mercifully decide to hold him back. Thank goodness it gives you enough time to get Eddie the hell out of there.

You left behind half of your things in the girl's locker room, but you certainly aren't going back and risking seeing any of your friends again. Though you're not entirely sure if you even wanted to call them your friends anymore.

It's silent for a few minutes back at Eddie's van. He wants to smoke just to relieve some of the tension, but somehow, he knows that wouldn't be the most appropriate timing.

So, for the second time, Eddie says he's sorry.

Tears slowly falling from one of your eyes, you look up at him, "What do you have to be sorry for?"

Eddie purses his lips and can't quite meet your eyes when he answers, "You brought me into your world and I...I ruined it."

You laugh bitterly, "You didn't ruin anything, Eddie. If anything, Jason and his asshole friends should be apologizing to you."

Eddie is automatically blown away. He doesn't think he's ever heard you use any sort of curse word. Especially to describe your peers. But he can't think of any sort of argument to make. So he simply replies, "Okay,"

"Okay?"

"Yeah. If that's what you think...then who would I be to deny that..."

And there's your reminder for why you like him. He'll never in a million years understand what it's like being you. And chances are, you'll never understand what it's like being him. But you get it. He gets it.

This time, you turn his chin so he's facing you head on. And as he stares hesitantly into your eyes, you smirk. Then you place the smallest peck on his puffy, pink lips before resting your head on his shoulder with a contented sigh.

"Thanks for being my cheerleader, Eddie." you say softly.

He holds back the triumphant yell that threatens to bubble up in his throat, clears it away with a cough, and says, "Anytime, princess. Anytime."

#strange trails milestone✨#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

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tetsvhoe · 3 years

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Boy oh boy, I keep reading Kuroo x Reader and Atsumu x Reader fanfics in which the boys cheat on the reader. I literally cried yesterday because of how scary that thought it lmao. Anyways, I’ve seen a lot of people talk about Kuroo being a player and getting bored of people easily so he would be a cheat. Same with atsumu, that he would put his pleasure above yours. Ugh my brain is about to explode…

cheating fics trigger me T^T come to tetsvhoe we don't have cheating and character deaths i just hurt y'all in many different ways aha

he's loud, annoying at times, rightfully confident in his skills and looks, though it translates as being obnoxious and cocky. he's the star of the show, life of the party, and knows it. he's no stranger to dating rumors, to girls and boys throwing themselves onto him, to someone buying him a drink, to a napkin slid across the table with a phone number messily scribbled on it, to unwelcome touches on his arm, to invasive questions "who were you with last night?", "did you and yn finally call it quits?", "you were with a different person the last i saw you, weren't you?". he's young and esteemed, he's at the prime of his life, he has the face, the wealth, the fame, and carries it so well that everybody knows he's all that. "you could have anything, anyone you want," is what they say. "but i do," he simply replies, eyes darting to you, watching you candidly laugh oblivious to the fact that you are his whole world.

he looks the part, sometimes acts the part, so people just assume he's a player, he's insatiable, he can't keep it in his pants. but you know him better than that, don't you?

you know how he quickly turns to a puddle in your arms, he nuzzles his face into your palm, he whines half-asleep when you stop playing with his hair. he pouts when he wants a kiss but is too cool to ask for it so he stares at you as hard as he can, but you never cave, not before he does and asks you nicely. you give him a quick peck on the cheek and he looks at you incredulously. "that wasn't a kiss, that was a punishment!" he whines. you know how he folds when you give him one stern look and narrow your eyes from across the room, and he breaks in cold sweat. he rests his entire body weight on top of yours, buries his face into your shirt because the world is harsh and people are cruel, but you wrap your arms around him and tell him, "i know it doesn't change things, but i'm here for you. i know it may not feel like it, but everything will be alright."

you know how he chokes on the thick tension in the air when your voices get too loud and the words you say too sharp, like his own body betrays him for raising his voice at you. how the tears fill his bloodshot eyes after having held them back for so long, they start to rush down his cheeks one after the other. how his voice dulls to a whisper, no softer than that. just a while ago you were both screaming enough it shakes the wall of your home, but a simple and quiet "i'm sorry," spoke volumes even louder than that. you know how he hastily climbs into bed with you after a fight, stilling himself on the very edge of the bed. a look of fright flashes in his puffy eyes when you sit up to look at him, but he finds not the same vindicitve glare but your familiar soft and loving, albeit tired gaze. "d-do you not want to sleep next to me tonight..? i can- i can sleep on the couch if you like-" "come here before you fall and hit your head." he wills himself again to not cry, not out of anger or frsutration, but for gratitude, appreciation, relief. you know how you forgive him for his mistake long before he even forgives himself for ever hurting you.

the headlines and gossip will never know how much of a sore loser he is, a total simp for his one and only you.

KUROO, ATSUMU, suna, bokuto, TERUSHIMA they're all simps. absolute losers.

#—out of spite; gwen #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #kuroo x reader #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #bokuto x reader #terushima x reader #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #suna angst #suna fluff #bokuto angst #bokuto fluff #terushima angst #terushima fluff

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manic-pixie-dream-dude · 2 years

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I've been meaning to ask, what's Cassandras role in your moon Varian au?

ANON! Thank you for the opportunity to ramble abt this!!! I'm stupidly passionate about how my interpretation of Cassandra and I redirected all of it into this AU lmao.

OHHKAY SO!

Obviously, the difference here is that Cass never gets the moonstone, she doesn't need to imo.

I love S1 Cass a whole bunch. She's so interesting, her character was a smart addition and I think the taking the moonstone was, to put it simply, Not Good. Also ooc? And an odd reaction to her situation?

See, Cass is a very logical person. She's smart and careful and very blunt. We see time and time again how she thinks things through first before doing anything, even if her thinking is flawed. She also does this alone (another flaw) and has been shown to like working alone (though by the end of S1, she's learning to work with others).

So I'm baffled as to why, when she finds out she's Gothel's daughter, she hates Rapunzel for it despite seeing how cruel Gothel was (+ the fact that she was basically saved from a life of neglect and potential imprisonment).

Yes she was shocked, but... her reaction would stay 'shock' for a bit, wouldn't it? I think after such a reveal she'd stray a bit from the group, at that point she already felt isolated and ignored (maybe even realizing she doesn't want to simply serve someone?) so she'd go back to processing things alone and won't confide in anyone. The closest person she does gets to telling this to is Eugene but ultimately keeps it to herself.

(Side note: Eugene, being the person who seems to understand her most of the entire gang plus slowly becoming her friend throughout S1 and 2, would notice how the stress is causing a rift between her and Raps. When Raps fails to properly get through to Cass, he tries himself. After Cassandra v. Eugene, they start to work together more. This momentum in their relationship should've continued into S2)

Then she'd start getting scared. If the gang is already ignoring her input, what will they do when they find out she's related to the person who kept Rapunzel prisoner for 18 years? How would Rapunzel react?

That's right, I'm giving her abandonment issues let's fucking go 👏👏

And then do I see anger, she's dedicated so much and worked so hard to be seen or even acknowledged but she isn't being considered anymore. What difference does it make if she leaves, if she works alone?

(I should also note that Cass can be a spiteful/petty person.)

I see her having her own "Rapunzel, I used you." moment, where she tells Raps about Gothel, tries to use it to say that her betryal was bound to happen, it's in her blood, as a way to hurt Raps and push her away before the same can happen to her.

Other than that I want to mention how all throughout S2 Cass was wary abt the moonstone and the vagueness surrounding what it could do to Raps if she held it. She didn't trust anyone Raps trusted and has been harmed due to it.

Cass won't then risk it and take the moonstone herself.

She'll just take the person who has it.

I've touched on this a bit in the past, but I think Varian and Cass' arcs should've been swapped. Meaning, I think Cass would work with the Saporians for her own purposes because, in this AU, the Saporians are working for Zhan Tiri. I doubt that she'd believe in their goal, but if Zhan Tiri thinks she's got Cass, then Cass can use it to her advantage.

(I'm actually surprised the Saporians weren't used for something similar? We don't get much lore for these guys but you could easily utilize them and give them a bigger role. You can imagine how mocked I felt when Mime got to the Dark Kingdom in a hot air balloon but not the Saporians aslkjs)

Of course, even if Cass thought about this for long, she didn't think it through. Working alone in such a high stakes situation isn't the right choice, but it is a choice that makes sense for her character at that point.

So she goes with the Saporians and Zhan Tiri, to learn more and understand Zhan Tiri's plan, and they take a magically unstable Varian with them after he grabs the opal to stop any of them from getting to it first. A distraught Rapunzel is left behind, halfway to a breakdown.

So yeah! that's it for now. I'm still trying to find a cohesive way to tell her arc in a way that isn't confusing or full of ooc decisions.

I'll gladly ramble about her in s3 once I, yknow, finish S3 lmao (I'm sorry I have NOT been able to watch much of this season tbh).

ALTHOUGH! my S3 deviates a bunch compared to S1 and 2, so I will say that she's apologetic and sympathetic to Varian, and they get time to have some progress in their time together as charas who can understand each other's perspectives.

#tts #once in a blue moon au #thanks for the ask! enjoy my ramblings #oh yeah and p.s. her arm still get injured. I'm getting my chronic pain rep everywhere I can get it.#(80s advert voice) Ask Me About My Indulgent tts HCs!#also forgive the random bolding. yknow how it is with The Brain.#mani.txt #mail? in MY chicken coop?

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god1ngs · 3 years

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━‎ second chance

synopsis; dream offers you a deal

contains; manipulation, fighting, war, guilt tripping, death threats

prolouge + 2.1k wc

note; wow this was really long, but i hope you enjoy the prologue of seven days! also i'm changing the update schedule to every wednesday because im impatient lmao

seven days masterlist ; masterlist ; next part

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone was fighting. there was no time to think as people charged into battle, screaming echoing off trees and shaking the leaves. the war went on, the violence unceasing between the dream smp and l'manberg. this was the worst possible outcome.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you never liked war, even if you were known for starting chaos, this wasn't the type of chaos you wanted nor needed. l'manberg was still fragile, still in a new and weakened state, having not been built too long ago. war would only tear it down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎before you joined l'manberg, you and dream were close. really close. the two of you could be seen everywhere and, without a doubt, were two of the closest people on the server. and yet the two of you had drifted apart before everyone else.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it started when dream became more power hungry, demanding l'manberg to be tore down simply for his own tyrannical reasons. you noticed, the change in his attitude evident, yet didn't say anything. it didn't stop dream from lashing out at you and even exiling you though.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was too late however, even by then. you were already too entangled with dream, and he knew it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't spoke to dream since your exile. you stayed in the walls of l'manberg, usually only speaking to wilbur or tommy. you were more lonely. dream was, in a sense, all you had. he was the one person you talked to and the one who seemed to care about you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sure, you spoke to george and sapnap, but they weren't dream. dream was the one you favored, despite saying you liked them all equally. that was clear, no matter how much you insisted you didn't.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was even more clear when dream began speaking.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream, sapnap, and george stood outside the towering walls of l'manberg. they had tnt and weapons that were far greater than your own. they were intimidating, exactly as they had planned. they stopped the violence for a moment, pausing when dream raised a hand up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i want to speak to [name]."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was as if time had stopped. you were stood behind wilbur, but the only person you could see was dream. an arm was placed in front of you, wilbur's, and he said something. but you weren't listening, too caught up in the way dream was staring at you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was he staring at you? you couldn't tell with his mask on.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you came back to your senses, looking up at wilbur. you had always been one of the loud ones of l'manberg, but you stayed quiet as he talked to dream. you heard your name amongst his words, but couldn't decipher what he was saying.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then it happened.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎within seconds everything was gone. ash scattered across the once green grass and smoke rising in the air. it happened all so quickly. you had ash in your hair and there were bits of stone and wood laying around. you all ran to the caravan, trying not to get caught in any more flying debris.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎glass crunched beneath your feet as you walked in the caravan. part of it was gone and the glass panes had been broken. it was evident how much destruction had been done by dream. so why were you still thinking about him?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't noticed, but your ears were ringing. you were lightheaded and there was blood on your once clean uniform. "i consider this a win." wilbur said, ever so confident. it was refreshing to see his confidence still in tact. it reminded you of dream.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you stood beside the caravan now, the destruction of your home creating a sinking feelinf in your chest. however, it was gone once wilbur stood on top of the vehicle. he wrote the declaration of independence, the giggles from you and your comrades filling the air.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was a change of heart from the war that ended only minutes ago.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎afterwards, you all got patched up. wilbur had been bandaging your hand, having got shards of class from the windows of the caravan stuck in it, when he suddenly sighed. "[name]." he said firmly, looking at you. had you done something?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"did you hear what dream said today?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it was all a blur, the loud sounds of war and your own thoughts had drowned out the sound of anything else. "no? what did he say?" you asked, something arising in your chest. you couldn't tell what it was, but there was a familiar sense of giddiness. you were giddy to know what dream had said, willing to be hooked on every syllable coming from him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he only shook his head, wrapping your hand. "nothing. just something about how he wanted to talk to you." he answered, not noticing the way you got somewhat upset. you hummed, nodding your head before he turned to the night sky. it was late, much later than you were supposed to be up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎everyone else had already been asleep, having been nursed hours ago, but you had only just noticed the shards of glass in your hand. you didn't know how the pain had left you unaffected, but dream had always told you how strong you were.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you should go to bed," wilbur murmured after a moment of silence. "it's late and we have things to do tomorrow." you nodded quietly, unaware of the tired look on the mans face. you bid your goodnights, and with that, you went back to your home.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you had been trying to go to sleep for hours. you couldn't seem to stay still enough to go to sleep. perhaps you still had energy from earlier. you sat up, frowning as you glanced out of your window. the grass, once lush and green, was now tainted with the aftermath of war.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎maybe a walk would help.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you got a knife, a simple form of protection in case anyone tried to attack you. you walked out of your house, careful to be quiet to not wake any of the others. you hoped you were the only one having sleeping problems.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you found yourself wandering out of the walls of l'manberg, sitting beside a lake. it was peaceful, the gentle glow of the moonlight reflecting off the water. it was silent, the crickets and the sway of the leaves being the only noise around.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or so you thought.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you hadn't even heard anyone come behind you. you were alone, weren't you? it appears not. "i haven't seen you in a while." his voice cut through the peaceful atmosphere, bringing dread and longing all at once.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you turned to look back at dream, the smile mask haunting and causing you a sense of peace at the same time. your mouth ran dry, eyes wide as you looked up at him. this was the first time you two have talked in months.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded in agreement to his words, wondering if you should be scared or excited of the man. you wanted to feel nervousness, to be put off by his sudden appearance, but all that came was the relief of finally being able to talk to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"not talking, huh? do you even miss me?" he asked, taking a seat beside you. you panicked, frantically trying to tell him that you had missed him, but he only laughed in your face. "calm down," he teased, the grin in his voice calming you down. "you always overreact at every little thing."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you apologized sheepishly, embarrassment tickling you. he sighed, leaning back on his palms as he stared at the moonlight. was he relaxed? "you know, i tried to talk to you earlier. in front if l'manberg. did you not hear me?" he turned to look at you, tilting his had quizzically.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you shook your head, rubbing at your arm. "no, i didn't. i'm sorry. it was really loud then." you explained, being comforted as he put a hand on yours. "it's alright. just make sure you listen for me next time okay?" his grip got tighter at his words, a passive aggressiveness punctuating them.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you nodded quietly, his iron grip alleviating at your movement. silence washed over you two again, your mouth opening and closing at the words you wanted to say but didn't know how to. it changed once he pulled you closer to him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"do you know why i exiled you, [name]?" he asked. you were confused, brows furrowing as you shook your head. "no .. why did you exile me, dream?" you asked, hesitant but willing to get the answer. he hadn't told you what he had exiled you for, having only told you he was done with you and to get out of his sight.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎his hand left yours, instead resting on your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. he was much more intimidating with the moonlight shining behind him, yet looked like an angel all the same. once more, his grip tightened on your chin. you winced, knowing there would be a mark there.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"you threatened my power. you were the one thing holding me back from doing what's necessary. exiling you was the only way i could make sure you wouldn't get in my way," dream seethed, snarling beneath his mask. he snatched your face closer to his, your eyes wide with confusion and fear. "but you're threatening my control again."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he let you go, you grabbing your chin out of pain and stammering at him. he reached for his sword, bringing it out of its sheath and pointing it at you. you were vulnerable, only having a knife that you couldn't possibly reach for with him keeping his eyes on you, not without risking your safety.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"killing you in the only way i can make sure you don't hold me back anymore."

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he raised his sword, and your life flashed before your eyes. you begged. you pleaded for mercy, tears welling in your eyes and your hands covering your head. "please dream!" you sobbed, sniffling as you begged him to spare your life. "i won't get in your way anymore, i swear! i'm sorry!"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎your life should have been over with, but he stopped. he tilted his head down at you, his sword still pointing at your chest. you whimpered, tears streaming down your face. you couldn't even feel the embarrassment of it with all the fear weighing you down.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he weighed his options, thinking for a moment. unbeknown to you, he grinned beneath his mask. he would play with you for a little while longer. "alright." he said, amusement coating his tone. he tilted your chin up with the end of his sword, the blade nearly caressing your neck. it scared you, how easily dream would be able to kill you.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎dream almosted pitied how pathetic you were.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"i'll give you seven days. a week for you to say goodbye to everyone, and when those seven days are over, you come right here, at this time, and you get to convince me to either spare your life a second time or i kill you. understand?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the joy in his voice, the raw delight, terrified you. you nodded frantically, not passing up on a chance to have your life spared. your mind was already racing with thoughts to convince him to spare your life.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"if you try to go against me in any way possible within this week, i'll kill you in front of your friends instead. do we have a deal?" he put his sword away, putting his hand out towards you. you hesitated, terrified to touch him. yet he only insisted, shakily shaking his hand.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎he snatched you towards him again, his tight grip on your hand making it ache. you swallowed with nervousness, catching a glimpse of his wide grin underneath his mask. all the more reason to be terrified of dream.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"don't disappoint me."

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kazuhasbunny · 3 years

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Giiiirl, imagine you are on Baal's side, you are a general and commanding an army against the rebels' own general, Gorou.

You are all cocky and confident, your years of experience just keeping you aware enough so you won't be consumed by your pride. But oh, your face, when after all of those carefully thought out strategies and intensive training, you end up losing to that mutt.

He is insufferable. Even though his face and body is caked in a mixture only war can give-- blood, sweat and dirt, his smile is the biggest, smuggest thing you have ever seen in your life as a warrior. It does not help that you are on your knees, back stretching forward as the grip he has on your jaw tugs you up with such a force you won't ever believe an archer, a long distance fighter, would posses. The bodies of both sides lay scattered on the defiled land, but the purple spots decorate the most, as his last men stand straight and proud behind him, just as yours do, but the lack the attentiveness. Their tired and bored countenance ticks you in a wrong way. Why they don't look happy by this result?

Does your failure was already predicted? As if this end was something that was already calculated. Taken in account.

The man holding your jaw in a bruising grip let go of you, a mere blink of respite as the next second your left cheek explodes in pain, your vision swaggers for a second as you fall on your right side from the streght of that blow. You shut your eyes and concentrate on your breathing; the fight left you completely drained, as much as your brain screamed at you to stand up and attack that man, your bones and muscles protested as you tensed in hopes of getting up, but ultimately you only made yourself look pitiful.

Gorou turns to were his men are, his gaze lingering for a second on your laughable attempt. His focus switches to the army as he starts to pace from one side to the other, the victory was already decided, but the energy from the feat itself brought a surge of emotions within him.

Another quick glance at you, and something on his mind switched. He was wondering what to do with you; killing you off felt as a meaningless action, as the Shogun won't care for someone as low as yourself. You only were deployed to fight against them to gain time for the real force, to prepare and learn how strong the rebels actually are. With how confident you looked hours ago, it seems that your benevolent Shogun forgot to grace you with such knowledge before sending you off with a bunch of newly trainees.

"First of all, congratulations, my friends, for this well earned victory" Gorou began. The group of men on front of him quickly acknowledge his words, paying attention to what he had to say.

"Even if the outcome resulted as to what we--" He turns around, your eyes opened when he began speaking. You both made eye contact, and Gorou's smirk transformed into a full smile. Was it okay for him to fill such giddiness at the sight of your equally wounded pride and body? After all, he was the one to bring you into that state, he was the one to put you in your rightful place with just one arrow, kneeling on the dirty battlefield as the geo power incased on the arrowhead did its job in petrify you.

The glint of defeat on, dare he say, those gorgeous eyes of yours really made them stand out. Actually, as he approaches your form, he's starting to see some other appealing features he couldn't notice from a longer distance. What was the Shogun thinking, in even allowing you a spot within her number when you clearly weren't made for war?

"--Expected" his pause brought your attention to what he was actually saying. So they had all of this calculated...

"But now, all that is left to do, is tend to the wounded and take care of the dead. Yours and their sacrifice will bring an end to this stupid decree in no time. We need to prepare for tougher, real..." He gives you a glance "...battles from now on. Don't let this win get in your head"

The crowd quietly cheers between them, some of them patting each other on the shoulder for a job well done. All of that camaraderie made your stomach hollow, as you recognise the same speech you have told to your former men after a battle well fought. Those piercing blue eyes of his made you painfully aware of the consecutive part of giving a victory speech, about what is waiting for the losing side, the pit in your stomach grew in size and you really wished that it could swallow you whole before the man in front of you does.

Gorou thrills in your despair. That pretty face of yours plunging into dark dephts, your mind weaving one horrifying destiny after other speaks a lot of your character, as only those who have layed a cruel end to those before them can conceive. He knows what kind of thoughts those are, but as much of a monster as you are viewing him now, he won't do such a thing. He was quite merciful while deciding what your fate will be, even if he didn't pondered a lot in the few minutes after your fall, you are but only a child with a weapon, sent to die by that horrible woman.

And something he prides himself of, is learning from mistakes. He won't throw away something that can fulfill very well other duties than warfare ones.

"Sir! If I may--" a voice spoke between the masses of helms and spears.

"I know, I know. The general" Gorou waves off his hand, his eyes never stranding away from your form for far too long.

A groan escapes your body as his foot steps on your ribcage, not too hard but your weak body sense as if he had nails attached to the sole, your skin felt cold and as if it was being prickled by a ton of needles. He pushes your your body with a gentleness unexpected from an enemy, until you were lying on your back. The new position put pressure in the arrow wound on your right/left shoulder, your dominant arm, and for a second you were grateful of the rigidness granted by the geo element yet covering half of your arm or else you are sure you would have cried in pain, the last thing you want now is to show more weakness that what you are displaying.

"What I am going to do with her... I didn't know myself when we first begun this battle" Gorou continued. He removed his shoe from your chest to your side on the floor, so you'll be cage between his legs while he looks down on you. His arms crossed across his chest and he tilted his head to the side, as in assessing you, taking on your face just as covered in grime as his but not diminish your beauty in the slightest. He really made a good decision in regard of your fate.

The soldiers stood still, the atmosphere felt heavy like the air on a hot summer afternoon that feels stuffy on your lungs as your breath in. Their general had an unseen aura surrounding him, his usual careless actitud makes everyone forget that there's an animal side to him, although they aren't sure they will presence it for the first time, their captain is definitely switching towards that side... they even feel a little bit of pity for the woman under him.

"But as I see her like this, beaten, it makes me remember something of old, that the victorous usually sow. Can you guys guess what it is?" He squats over you, sweetly combing a couple of strands of hair out of your face.

Whispers break among the army after the question. One of them raised his hand, no barely 18 years old as he was one of the shortest in comparison to his bigger and wider shouldered comrades. The young recruit promptly lowered his arm as the general wasn't looking at their direction but that didn't stopped him from answering, eyes shining with excitement:

"They take something as a token of their victory, sir!"

Gorou hummed in affirmation. "Yes, they did. A spoil of war, if you may"

Dread washed over you. He wasn't going to kill you, as a way to demonstrate their superiority? To be taken as a trophy, a possession... He surely won't mean that, right? They are going to torture you and extract every drop of information that you have, until the last thing left in you is blood to shed on their hands as your usefulness is cut short like your troath.

You needed to say something. Anything, as long as it would arise anger within the young male, anything as long as you aren't degrade far from what you have been.

Gorou raised his eyebrows as you coughed. He wasn't expecting a monologue from you but neither silence. Your sudden wish of speaking made the men jump into action, their spears pointing at you with such terrifying speed made you realise furthermore that this battle was destined to end like this, another stripe to the tiger just like a new blow to your pride.

"Just kill me already. I won't say anything, and if given the opportunity, I will end it myself" you spat. You tried to transmit all of your pain, hate and shame in one stare, you won't go happy until you make that man see what you feel, how big your abhorrence is to his being.

All the males stare in silence, until the general himself chuckled. Your cheeks burn with rage, your teeth clenched together as you tried yo surf this flare of emotions. How dare he laugh like that! He already won and you won't speak a thing about the Shogun, why acting like that? Isn't the rebels supposed to act with nobility and fairness?

Gorou took a breath in. He's happy he didn't went for the traditional route and killed you.

"Aw, now you just proved me correct, sweetheart. I'll enjoy making you into a proper wife"

All of that just to say "Imagine being taken as Gorou's prize and he makes you his whore wife" LMAO

(Also? In the part that reader coughs? I wanted to put that Gorou spits on your lips because you looked thirsty AODJFJDC)

THIS 🙏 yes i’d love to be gorou’s housewife he should really take me in and train me to obey him . please i’d do anything for him

AND pleasee omg ... if u actually put that in i’d die on my chair it’s too hot i can’t hjnhnggrh

#eli.replies #anon #AAAA #this is so good i #am at a loss of words

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part IV/VII)

"wrong name"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @accioweaslcy

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, mentions of Fred x Reader, brief mention of death ig (?) Feels

A/N: here's a Christmas fic that has no right to be this angsty lmao, enjoy nonetheless <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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We apparated in the Weasley front yard together at dusk at the same time as Percy did; we greeted him with a hug and entered their old home, only to be met with more hugs.

I had only stayed at the Burrow once, arriving the night we escorted Harry, and leaving shortly after the tragic and abrupt ending of Bill and Fleur's wedding.

I had attended to the wedding as Fred's date. Even if we agreed that there was nothing serious between us, we cared deeply for one another, and I was important enough for him that he asked me to present ourselves together in front of his family.

How odd it was that the second time I was staying at the Burrow, it was because I had been asked to attend this Christmas gathering by none other than George —as friends, of course—; so odd that it made me anxious, but Arthur and Molly were way too welcoming for that anxiety to carry on longer than a minute after I stepped into their home.

"Y/n, dear!" Molly held me back while George went to greet his siblings, who had arrived earlier than us. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

"She didn't want to come." George snitched, coming back to us after hugging his father. "Said she felt like she was trespassing."

"George!" My cheeks burned when he exposed me.

"Oh, darling," Molly pulled me into the house to join the rest. "You're always welcomed here, don't be silly!"

Molly had liked me since day one, even before Fred and I became a thing. I was the one to receive her when the Weasley matriarch first visited the shop, and we immediately got along. Fred had explained to me that it was because I reminded his mother of her younger self.

"You're a snitch." I whispered into George's ear as we both walked behind Molly in the kitchen direction, his only response was to stick out his tongue, which made us both chuckle.

Molly looked over her shoulder and I caught in her eyes the same emotion I saw in Ginny's the first time she came to visit the shop after the reopening.

A profound emotion rooted in hope; a bittersweet feeling coming from the thought that, even though Fred was gone, George seemed to be coming back to us.

I felt it too, whenever he smiled. It was lovely to see him actually happy; I wished I could keep him like that forever, even in the nights, when everything would come down on his shoulders, tearing apart every spark of joy might have had in the day.

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We weren't finished with food yet when Arthur wiped his mouth with the napkin and, clapping his hands once, exclaimed, "Alright, time for presents!" Teddy, who rested on Bill's lap, squealed, his hair turning pink; that baby was smart. "I'll get them, dear." He stopped his wife from standing up and went to get them himself.

He distributed the gifts, and I was surprised when he handed me one. "Oh! You didn't have to—"

"Nonsense!" Arthur stopped me, resuming his task with a warm smile. Everyone was happy in that moment, and I knew George's mood had a big part on that.

He unwrapped his, which turned out to be a purple and orange scarf and matching mittens. He was putting on the mittens when I tossed the wrap of my present, uncovering a cardigan formed by several tones of my favorite color.

"Put it on!" George requested excited. unbeknownst to me, it had been him who told Molly my favorite color. "Aw you look fantastic." He observed, poorly wrapping his scarf around his neck.

"Of course I do." I agreed, shifting on my chair to face him, my hands traveling to his scarf to relocate it properly.

Though we didn't notice, it wasn't the first time that more than one pair of eyes observed us that night, and it wouldn't be the last.

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Bill and Fleur had offered to take care of Teddy since they were leaving to Shell Cottage, so Harry and Ginny could spend the night at the Burrow without the worry of the baby.

Percy was terribly tired, so he withdrew from the living room to go to sleep.

Thank goodness he did; Percy was probably the second most affected by Fred death, and after that nice evening, he wouldn't have wanted to witness what was about to happen.

Ron, Hermione and I had colonized the settee, while Ginny and George were on their feet near the table, chatting about some nonsense; Molly was cleaning the dishes. Harry had offered to help her, but she refused, so the boy decided to talk with Arthur instead.

Molly pointed with her index finger at the remaining glasses laid on the table and called for George.

The thing is, she didn't really call for George.

"Fred, darling, hand me those."

The room fell silent.

It took a moment for her to realise, but an instant later, Molly was covering her mouth with her hand, her glassy stare fixed on the wrong named twin.

My eyes frantically travelled to every single person in the room, who had gone livid. We all seemed to be holding our breaths, waiting for some kind of explosive reaction.

Then my attention was drawn to George, whose, until that instant amused gaze, had turned blank and expressionless.

"Darling—" Molly's voice shattered with a single word. As Arthur went to console his wife, Ginny led her older brother aside and whispered things only he could hear, attempting to sooth him. "It slipped..." Molly cried.

I stayed sat on the couch with Hermione and Ron, the three of us frozen; I felt like I was an intruder witnessing a very intimate family moment.

"George don't—" we heard Ginny raising her voice before her brother disapparated. "Bloody hell!" She spun around and walked to me. "Y/n, speak to him, he'll listen to you." She practically begged, nodding her head at the window, prompting me to look at George standing alone at the edge of the cornfield, already making his way in.

"I-I..." I didn't need to look around in order to acknowledge all the eyes laid on me. "O-okay." I blinked away my own tears and rushed to the door, only to be stopped by Molly's shaky hand.

"Please- tell him I'm sorry."

"I don't think he'll blame you." I reassured the wrecked mother, offering her a comforting smile before making my way out and jogging into the cornfield myself.

"George?" When I didn't obtain an answer, it dawned on me how dumb it had been to dive into that area without knowing where to go. "George?"

I yelped when something tugged on my sleeve, making my body pivot on my heel. "You know how easy is to get lost in here?" The ginger questioned in a raspy tone, the hand that had been on my sleeve going down to mine, which invited him into my hold.

"She didn't mean— I reckon she just... Saw him in you for a second."

"I know." Though his eyes did look a bit red, he was calm.

"You alright?" I inquired, taking my hand to his cheek, on which he leaned.

"I just..." Sigh. His right hand travelled up to his face to hold mine in it before pulling away. "I need a moment alone."

I nodded. "Don't take too long or you'll catch a cold." He hummed affirmatively, and I half-heartedly left the cornfield and headed to the Burrow.

I excused George, assuring them he would be okay and, though the previous light-hearted environment didn't return, the tension in the air dissipated a bit.

A few minutes later, George came in; his mother welcomed with open arms and he returned the hug, having a small conversation against Molly's shoulder before making a beeline to me, sitting by my side.

I felt my cheeks flushing as he leaned on me, putting his head on my shoulder; suddenly self-conscious at the closeness between us. Somehow it was different being that close the privacy of our flat, than outside of it. Though it felt somehow inappropriate, when his long fingers intertwined with mines, I indulged him, trying hard not to meet neither Hermione's nor Ginny's eyes —they had been staring so much that I had noticed them an hour ago.

I was completely unaware of Molly's gaze laid on us too.

George, whose eyes had been closed, sit up straighter to whisper in my ear, "Can we go back to the flat?" My eyes met his and I realised we were even closer than I had thought in first place.

"I thought we were staying the night?" I murmured, trying in vain to keep his family out of the conversation they were pretending not to hear.

He leaned a bit closer only for me to hear his words. "I don't think I can sleep in my room."

"Do it for your mum." I squeezed his hand and he sighed. "I'm gonna stay in that room with you." Another sigh, but this one was of defeat, letting me know that I had talked some sense into him.

HERMIONE'S P. O. V.

At the beginning of the evening, when George and Y/n had first stepped into the Burrow, Ginny had come to me, urging me to observe them closely.

At first I didn't know why she would say that, but after the wrong name slipped out of Molly's lips, I started to get a hold of the matter, but it seemed so surreal— it just couldn't be.

Though the way Y/n's cheeks lighted up when George took a seat between us did remind me of the way I used to react when Ron got a tad too close to me in our sixth year.

After a while Y/n seemed to forget about our presence and eased besides George, making their bodies get closer.

When we decided to call it a day and the ones left in the living room started to retreat to their rooms for the night, Y/n got up without letting go of George's hold at any moment and, thanking Molly for her hospitality, they made their way upstairs.

Had my eyes not been trained on them, I would have missed the way George's hands went to Y/n's waist as his chin fell on her shoulder.

I left the sofa and walked to Ginny before she and Harry could slither to their dorm. "Are they...?"

"Not sure." Ginny replied with knitted brows. "What'd you think?"

"I... Don't know." I confessed.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

We entered the dark room, illuminated only by the light provided by the night sky and started to discard our clothes in silence without looking at each other.

I was the first one to finish, making my way to my old bed and catching a glimpse of Y/n's silouhette while she threw a tee on.

I was utterly, hopelessly in love with her.

I had known I loved her for quite a while, but the feeling that had made my heart swell and my stomach flutter when she got into the cornfield without giving it a second thought in order to find me, that was something else.

I had also felt it when she had found me lifeless in Fred's room a couple of months ago; that feeling had been the reason why I found the strength in me to come back to life.

I was young, but I just knew what I felt went further from only love.

"What's on your mind?" She was already slipping under the covers by my side, her arms wrapping around me and bringing my back closer to her chest.

You, I wanted to say. "Not much."

"Liar." She tugged on my shirt and I turned on my other side so we would be facing each other. "C'mon, it's just me."

Words blurted out of my mouth, escaping my control. "Do you see him when you look at me?"

And I wasn't making anything up; It was, in fact, on my mind. It had appeared during the walk through the cornfield and it hadn't left, but Y/n's scent, touch and words had backed that thought to a corner of my mind.

She wondered, tucking one of my locks away from my forehead. "Sometimes, but not like you think." She must have sensed my inquiry because she explained further. "There are small gestures, jokes— things like that in you, that remind me of him." Her eyes were roaming all over my face, her hands bringing mines to her heart. "When you're happy, like tonight— I can't quite explain it but... it sorta seems like he's still here. So yeah, you could say I see a little bit of Fred when I look at you." Her eyes finally met mines. "It's not a bad thing— you love him so much that we can still see him through you."

"Loved." I corrected her, my thumb drawing circles on the back of her palm. "He's dead." A tear rolled down my cheek, but Y/n caught it with her fingertips before it could reach the pillow.

"Love never dies, Georgie." Her replied seem to carry more significance that someone would see at first sight, but I was too tired to discern it.

I couldn't tell if she had scooted closer, or if I had unconsciously leaned on, but the tips of our noses were nearly touching.

Initially, she didn't attempt to put more distance between us, and I couldn't help but let my hopes get high. I waited for a sign, something that would let me know I could close the gap between our lips —oh, how I craved to feel her lips—, but the sign didn't come and we stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before she casted down her eyes, immediately breaking the spell.

"Goodnight, Y/n." I whispered, turning my back to her.

"Goodnight, George." She mumbled back, coming closer to cuddle me.

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letsbeoutoftouch · 3 years

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Back in December 2016, during a sleepover, my friends and I decided to watch EXO's Chanyeol's most recent movie, "So I Married an Anti-Fan". It effortlessly became one of my favourite movies, so much so that I rewatch it —at least— once a year.

Therefore, when it was first announced that South Korea was going to produce a drama based on the same story, I was thrilled. The feeling only increased when I found out that the male lead was Choi Tae-Joon, whom I loved because of Suspicious Partner. Later (to be more precise, this year), I discovered that the other lead was the one and only Sooyoung from SNSD!

The drama was filmed back in 2018, and it was supposed to air a loooot sooner, but it had a few problems and it finally came out this year. Since I don't like waiting for episodes to come out each week, I waited until it finished airing to watch it... And, today, I finished it!

So, here's my review, fresh out the oven!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is a 2021 South Korean drama, featuring Choi Tae-Joon, Choi Sooyoung, Hwang Chansung and Han Ji-Ahn. It's based on the novel "그래서 나는 안티팬과 결혼했다" (So I Married an Anti-Fan), written by Kim Eun Jun and published in 2010.

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♡ PLOT:

The story revolves around Hoo Joon (Tae-Joon), a well-known idol, and Geun Young (Sooyoung), a magazine reporter. They meet during an event, where a series of misunderstandings leads them to have a bad impression of each other.

For this reason, when Geun Young loses her job, she's under the impression that it was Hoo Joon's doing and is therefore keen on "reveal" Joon's real character. However, her retaliation backfires, and she attracts a lot of attention as his "anti-fan".

Later, a TV producer approaches them both to star in a reality show. Geun Young and Hoo Joon accept and think to give each other a hard time on set. But, as time goes by, they get to know each other better and better.

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♡ EPISODES:

It's made up of 16 episodes, running for an hour each (i.e., your typical k-drama).

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♡ CHARACTERS:

-Geun Young (FL): She's the best character, hands down (I swear I'm not being biased because I love Sooyoung).

For some reason, I've seen a lot of bad comments about this character. I don't truly understand why some people said that she didn't stand up for herself or that she was so-so, when she dealt really well with everything that had happened to her. I'd like to see all those people in her shoes—I bet they'd have cracked up quickly.

Also, she's like the least toxic character I've ever come across in a drama. She waits patiently for Joon to deal with his problems and doesn't jump to conclusions regarding his relationship with In Hyeong and Jae Joon. She lets him do his thing, is an independent woman, and tries to be as little of a burden as she can to the people she cares about. So, props to her!

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-Hoo Joon (ML): Although I overall liked his character, I admit that if I hadn't previously watched the movie, I'd probably be wary of him at the beginning. But, don't worry: as the story progresses, you get to know him better. He's patient and thinks of other people's feelings and well-being a lot (sometimes, a little too much for his own good, but he's a good boy).

I felt the need to include that there was this one scene where he acts... In a way that I didn't find appealing. Fortunately, he isn't like that all throughout the drama. Also, he isn't toxic like a lot of the male leads in drama-land. If you're wondering which scene I'm referring to, here's a spoiler: *SPOILER ALERT* When he and Geun Young start dating, they are requested to film an advertisement together. In the filming, he acts all "jealous" because the dress she was wearing was too short for his liking. I'm sorry, but she's the only one who has a say on how short a dress she's wearing is—not you, not even if you're her partner *END OF SPOILER ALERT*.

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-JJ/Jae Joon (SML): Jae Joon is the second male lead, and he was portrayed by 2PM's Chansung.

I'm sorry, but I never could come to terms with this character, not even during the last episodes. If the writers' intention was for me to hate him, they (and Chansung's acting) totally achieved that purpose.

He is incredibly selfish and keeps this attitude up to episode 13/14. Towards the ending, the story tries that the audience feels some sympathy towards him—it is shown why he acted the way he did. Nevertheless, in my opinion, while his past may explain his actions, it doesn't justify any of them. That's why I couldn't bring myself to feel sympathetic or empathetic towards him. *SPOILER ALERT* In fact, I think Hoo Joon was too nice to be there for him in the last two or three episodes. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

He's also outright abusive. *SPOILER ALERT* I mean, he slapped In Hyeong and broke her laptop ¿?... Even though I didn't like her that much, nothing justifies that kind of violent behaviour. *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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-In Hyeong (SFL): She's the second female lead, portrayed by actress Han Ji-Ahn.

Oh, man. I had a hard time trying to wrap my head around this character. I was just going to say that I couldn't stand her because she was always purposely putting a spanner in the works, making everyone's life difficult.

However, as I was drafting this review, I began reflecting on the character and felt sympathy for her. She was in a vulnerable place—leaving aside that she felt abandoned by her first love, she had trouble trying to make her career take off, and she was in a really abusive relationship. It could be argued that JJ and In Hyeon were both toxic to each other, but it was clear that he was the one with the upper hand (he was the CEO of her new agency, which brings a real disbalance of power).

Moreover, it was hinted several times that all she went through took a toll on her mental health (*SPOILER ALERT* she was always taking pills to calm down, and she freaking tried to kill herself!!!!!!! *END OF SPOILER ALERT*). I believe she needed professional help to put herself back together, so she could let go of her past and finally leave that abusive relationship.

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♡ COUPLES:

Since this drama mostly gravitates towards romantic relationships, I'm including this section.

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-Geun Young x Hoo Joon: They are your typical enemies to lovers.

In the beginning, their relationship was tainted by a lot of misunderstandings, which led them to hate each other's guts (but, where's the charm in a k-drama that isn't filled with misunderstandings, am I right?). Once they started to spend more time together, they began understanding each other better. In time, they were able to leave their pride aside and got rid of their prejudices (yes, the story gives Jane Austen-ish vibes, so much so that "Pride and Prejudice" is mentioned a few times).

Their chemistry was alright. I would have changed some parts of the script that made a lot of scenes to be super cringey—especially, before some of their kisses (like, what a way to ruin such an awaited moment!).

The thing I liked the most about them was that neither of them was toxic, and they knew how and when to give the other person space. They were sweet, but not unbearable sweet—just the exact amount.

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-In Hyeong x Jae Joon: I don't know if they can be considered a true couple, but I'm adding them here just to repeat that I HATED THEM TOGETHER.

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♡ SOME PERSONAL INTERPRETATIONS AND THOUGHTS:

For me, the story tries to show the two sides of the same coin: things that may seem completely different, but are essentially the same. You can see it with Hoo Joon/Geun Young, their friends, and even with Hoo Joon/Jae Joon. Of course, this could be argued—it is just my personal impression.

Also, while the drama condemns some of the toxic fan behaviour, it sometimes romanticises it. *SPOILER ALERT* one fan freaking kidnapped him, and everything was suddenly alright ¿¿ Nuh-uh *END OF SPOILER ALERT*

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♡ DRAMA VS. MOVIE:

As I mentioned above, there's a prior Chinese movie from 2016 that was based on this novel. It features EXO's Chanyeol, Yuan Shan Shan, SNSD's Seohyun, and Jian Chao.

For obvious reasons, the story is shrunk down in the movie. There are a lot of things that weren't included in the movie, other things were overly simplified, and some stuff was missing and/or changed.

If you want to have a good laugh, then I recommend you to watch the movie. It's filled with non-sensical comedy that, in my opinion, China excels at. However, if you are more inclined towards drama, then the South Korean version is the one for you (you'll laugh, too, don't worry).

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♡ SUMMARY:

This is, basically, a sweet enemies-to-lovers, famous-person-and-normal-person story. If you like any of those troupes, then you're in for a treat.

It's a really lighthearted story that will make you laugh. Don't expect a complicated plot because there won't be one. It's ideal to have a break from all those dramas where you can't miss a single detail because you'll get lost, or from those dramas which plots are so heavy they end up tiring your mind out.

I loved the cast, and their acting was great (especially Chansung's, because he made me hate his character with a passion, lmao).

ALSO, if you like Sung Hoon (My Secret Romance, Oh My Venus) like me, then WATCH THIS DRAMA, lol. He has a guest role in some episodes!

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So I Married an Anti-Fan is available on VIKI!

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If you read the whole review, thank you very much! I hope you liked it.

#so i married an anti fan #so i married the anti fan #kdrama #kdramas #choi sooyoung #choi tae joon #chansung #han ji ahn #review

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