#(still not sure if it's like the right word for it in english)

[folkwhoreberry]

Amongst Demigods⁵

A Change Of Plans

f1 x reader

or... the one where a little plot twist wouldn’t hurt, right?

word count : 664

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : the tortured poets department by taylor swift

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you don’t answer franco’s question right away. the words hang in the air like smoke, soft and lingering, while the lake reflects the pink-orange sky like nothing’s changed. but everything has. you’ve been claimed. the camp sees you differently now. the boys look at you differently now. and franco - well, franco’s sitting beside you like he’s holding his breath.

“I don’t know,” you finally say, voice quiet. “I need some time.”

he nods, gently, like he expected that. “I figured. just… had to say it.”

you give him a small smile, one that says thank you for being brave, and the two of you sit there a little longer, shoulders brushing.

but things don’t exactly go back to normal after that.

——————

in the days that follow, everything is heightened. lando finds you before breakfast just to walk you to the pavilion. oscar always manages to end up your sparring partner in sword practice - except he mysteriously “forgets” how to go easy, like you didn’t just get claimed by a literal god of the dead. daniel brings you snacks he “definitely didn’t steal from dionysus’ stash,” and charles… charles watches. from across the field, the dining area, the archery range. he watches you like you hold answers he’ll never get.

and franco? he gives you space.

he’s still around. he still smiles. but he doesn’t bring it up again. not yet.

one night, after a long day of drills and a brutal obstacle course (george bet five drachmae you’d beat alex - he won), you sneak away from the cabins. the woods are too loud, the campfire circle too crowded, and the lake too obvious. so you walk, past the strawberry fields and through the torch-lit paths, until you end up near the forge.

you don’t mean to see him. but there he is.

carlos.

shirt slightly damp with sweat, soot on his cheek, holding a freshly finished bronze dagger that glows faintly with celestial bronze. he doesn’t see you at first, too focused on the blade, but when he does, his eyes widen.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, not unkindly. “it’s late.”

“I could say the same to you,” you reply, stepping into the warm glow of the forge. “but I guess fire gods don’t sleep either.”

he chuckles, setting the dagger down. “you okay?”

you nod, even though you’re not sure. “too many thoughts.”

“same,” he says. then, after a beat, “is it the five?”

you blink. “the five?”

“charles, lando, oscar, franco, daniel,” he lists casually. “you’re kind of their whole personality right now.”

you let out a tired laugh. “don’t remind me.”

carlos picks up a cloth and wipes his hands. “you ever think maybe they’re all wrong for you?”

you tilt your head, amused. “and you think you’re right?”

he shrugs, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “not saying I am. but I’m definitely not a follower.”

he takes a step closer. the forge’s glow dances on his face, softening his sharp features. “they circle around you like you’re some prize. I just think maybe someone should see you without the competition.”

you swallow. “and you think that’s you?”

he doesn’t answer - not with words, anyway.

he leans in slowly, gaze locked on yours. it’s deliberate, careful. and then he kisses you.

it’s different. not like lando’s lingering touches or franco’s gentle flirtations. not like oscar’s thoughtful glances or daniel’s confident nudges or even charles’ intense stares. it’s warm, grounding, a little messy with the scent of smoke and metal clinging to your clothes. and when he pulls back, your heart is racing.

you stare at him, lips still parted, stunned.

he smiles, cocky but quiet. “I’ll let you think about it.”

then he walks past you, leaving the forge behind, the faint scent of fire and bronze still in the air.

and you?

you just stand there, blinking, wondering how in the underworld carlos just became a very, very real problem. ————————————————————————————

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a/n : fav series everrrr

[gallavichthings]

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[igotatasteforoldermendelrey]

Powerhouse.

Picture from @peachyxash on Pinterest.

A/N : hi everyone, I woke up this morning thinking back at Joaquin Torres and his accident during Captain America : Brave New World, so I wrote this. Hope you will like it! Remember : English is not my first language, you might find mistakes in there, don’t hesitate to warn me!

Ship : Joaquin Torres x reader

Summary : After the events on the celestial island, you help Joaquin during his recovery. Follow dismissed feelings that cannot be ignored anymore and a love confession.

Warnings : mention of injury, hospital, recovery, rehabilitation, denial, angst (a little bit), ignored feelings, Sam and Bucky (yes they deserve a warning), spoilers of Captain America : Brave New World.

If I forget anything, don’t hesitate to tell me!

I do not consent to any of my work to be translated or posted anywhere else without my permission.

Banner made from Pinterest.

You’ve seen him fall, unconscious, towards the ocean. The force of the impact would kill him, you knew it. You were stuck on the boat, incapable of saving him from an inevitable death. You tried screaming at Sam to get him but Sam was already fighting someone else.

You heard his body entered the water, like a bottle falling on the ground. The rest was blurry. A helicopter getting his inert body from the water, Sam getting to you, the road to the medical facility.

The sound of the machine got you out of you thoughts, a constant reminder of what you almost lost.

Joaquin was laying on an medical bed, the side of his face burned from the missile that exploded in his face. He was between life or death, the chock of the impact almost broke his neck. You were sitting beside him, wearing a jogging and a sweater, not caring about your appearance right now.

It has been one week since the accident. Sam and Bucky came to see him and how you were doing, asking you every time if you didn’t want to go home to rest while they stayed with him. You refused every time, too scared of losing him when you were away.

You and him were not together in any way. Sure you were friends, close one. But all those late nights were you almost cross the line between friendship and lovers, meant something. To you at least. You were not blind, the longing stares meant something to the both of you. But putting words on it would mean changing the dynamic you two and Sam built.

Bucky called you out on your shit so many times during your frequent meetings at the bar around the corner of his street. You too were close, a sibling kind of relationship that blossomed when you were still working with Steve. He made sure you were safe and healthy and you made sure he was loved and cared for.

He knew you wouldn’t allow yourself to access this happiness. The fear you felt was too strong to get you to act on your feelings. So he did all he could and was there for you.

What a beautiful sight for my return on earth from the dead. You heard a voice coming besides you, getting you out of your thoughts.

When you realised it was Joaquin you jumped on your feet, getting immediately near him.

Oh my god you’re awake! How do you feel? Wait, let me call the doctor. You said, pushing the button to call the doctors.

Joaquin smiled at you with so many things in his eyes. He tried to take your hand in his but didn’t have enough force to do so. So he content himself of smiling at you.

You pushed back his hair from his forehead, leaving your hand on the top of his head.

You really scared me.

Yeah… me too.

His doctor entered the room, a file in his hands. He made him pass exams, blood tests and answer some of his questions in order to examine the extent of the damage. He then announced it will take him several months, if not years, to recover fully from his injuries. Joaquin was not surprised, he knew he got lucky when his heart didn’t completely stopped that day. However, he was anxious about starting rehabilitation, knowing how painful it was going to be.

When the doctor left, you kept his hand in yours too scared to let him go again.

I will help you. I will do every exercises with you. You and me are in this together, Joaquin.

I know you will.

~~~

A few weeks later.

Joaquin was making progress, he could walk almost like before if not for his left knee still feeling sore. You guys were currently working on getting him to run again, exercising to strengthen his muscles. I mean currently was maybe getting ahead of yourselves since he was still not up.

You sighed, walking towards the door of his bedroom, softly knocking on the wood.

Jo? Are you up? It’s time for your exercises. You were met with silence. I hope you’re decent, I’m coming in.

You opened the door slowly, giving him time to say something if he didn’t want you to enter his room. When nothing came from the other side, you fully opened the door and were meet by the darkness of the bedroom. While your eyes get used to the darkness, you realise the man was still in bed, curled up on his side.

Jo? You alright? No reply. You approached his bed slowly, coming on the side he was laying on. His eyes were opened but void of any emotions. Hey what’s going on?

It’s my fucking knee. It’s killing me, I cannot fucking move it! He exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice.

Like at all?

He shook his head no and furrowed his eyebrows in pain.

Can I look? You asked gently, he simply nodded at you, not bothering to verbally answer. You took the sheets between your fingers, slowly pushing it back. Since it was too dark, you turned on his bedside lamp to get a better view. Ok, your knee is slightly swollen. I think we might have been too hard on it yesterday. Let me get your crutches.

No I’m good you can Leave. I don’t want to be a burden.

The fuck did you smoke? I’m not gonna let you here in the dark all day.

I’m serious, just fucking Leave me alone!

You flinched at his raised voice, not used to him losing his temper. You let the sheet fall back on his body, moving closer to his head.

You’re going to listen to what I’m going to tell you. I meant what I said when you were still in the hospital. You and me are in this together. You can scream at me all you want, I’m not gonna let you alone. I understand that there are day where you feel like you won’t be able to do it. I do. But believe me when I’m telling you that you will. You will run again. You will go on missions again, Joaquin. I’m going to do everything that I can for it.

Joaquin didn’t answer, just staring at you with something in his eyes you couldn’t really pick up. But then his hand came on your cheek, gently caressing your skin and his pushed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

What would I do without you?

The same except Bucky and Sam would be really less cool coaches. More like the military. You replied with a small smile.

You both stayed in this position for a few minutes, letting him calm down. But then you opened your eyes at the same time, staring at each other with so many unsaid thoughts. He was the first one to move, bringing your face close to his and uniting your lips. Things escalated and soon you find yourself seated on his lap.

Parting ways, he held you close to him, your head on his chest, listening to the beat that almost stopped.

I don’t want to be your friend anymore. I cannot do it anymore.

Are you… breaking up with me? You exclaimed.

Shut up. He laughed, the vibrations making you smile in his arms. When… when I was falling… I could only think about you, about how I might not be able to do everything I wanted with you. That I was going to die without telling you how I felt.

And how do you feel? You asked, feeling your heart beating out of your chest.

I really like you. More than a friend. I thought I wouldn’t be able to tell you that every time you entered a room it was like the sun were rising again, lighting the room. That when you were sent on mission without me, the only thing that could put me to sleep was the teddy bear you offered me last Christmas. That when you’re not around it feels like a butterfly in the wind. You have a way of understanding me that I can’t quite explain. It scares me. So when I saw you seated on this chair back in the hospital, your head in your hands, I knew I had to say something. I just needed time to gather my courage. And maybe Bucky telling me he would run me over if I continued to act like a coward with you.

You laughed at that. That really sounds like him. I’m… I’m not good with talking about how I feel. I’m really not. But I know that when I saw you fall down, it felt like a part of me was with you in that moment. That if anything happened to you, a part of my heart will not recover. I gave you space and time before acting on what I felt because I didn’t want to trouble you when you were already going trough so much. I couldn’t leave you with Bucky and Sam to make you exercise, you would have suffer too much.

He laughed, knowing you were right.

It doesn’t mean you won’t have to continue you rehabilitation though. I’m even going to be harder on you.

What?! I’m an wounded soldier!

Well well well, what do we have here. A voice interrupted your moment.

You both turned to the door, seeing Sam with his arms crossed, against the door frame.

You owe me 50 bucks Sam. Bucky said from behind him.

You baited on us?! You exclaimed.

Of course we did. You two were the only one obvious to the situation. Sam said, smirking at you.

I hate you!

No you don’t. The both of them answered, leaving the room.

I can’t believe them. They’re insufferable. You sighed, shaking your head.

Yeah they’re are. They’re not wrong though, we really were two fucking idiots.

No we were not. We were just in denial.

Thank god for my near death experience then.

You hit him on the chest. Don’t say that!

The path for recovery was still long. But with you around, Joaquin had found a new fuel to get him going. Like a powerhouse.

[hornedstorys]

One Piece Killer x Reader - Smile

Warnings: None really, Killer's insecurities, instead of pick-up lines there are jokes today

Synopsis: You've noticed that Killer doesn't like his laugh, which you can't understand, so you've tried to make him laugh to prove him wrong.

This man deserves more attention and above all love, he is one of my fav. Characters from One Piece. PS: The jokes are translated from German into English, I hope they are well received XD I don't know how these jokes are originally translated into English.

You stood thoughtfully at the edge of the Victoria Punk and looked out over the wide sea. You often just stood there with your arms folded and lingered for a while. It was nice to have some peace and quiet, especially on this ship it could get noisy. Mostly when the Kid had his screaming fits again. You suppressed a giggle as you thought of your captain's roaring face.

But the smile on your lips made you stop. You couldn't help but think of Killer. The big man with the mask who hated his laugh - you knew it from the Kid. You also knew that that's why Killer wore a mask and never actually laughed. He was as calm as the sea on calm days. But inside you wondered whether the whole thing wasn't weighing Killer down a little. Laughter was a beautiful thing and nobody should be ashamed of their laughter.

You got on best with Killer right from the start. You liked his calm manner and he seemed to enjoy yours too. You often watched the sea together and talked. Another thing he always liked to do was cook you something. And he cooked really well!

You thought about how you could help Killer get rid of his discomfort, then you thought of something and made your way to the kitchen, where Killer should be. And you were right, because you could smell the good smell for miles, you were sure of it.

“Hi handsome, I knew I'd find you here,” you flirted affectionately, but you didn't realize how Killer tensed up briefly when he heard your words. You liked calling him pet names, mostly because it seemed to make him nervous. But it was just the truth, you thought Killer was handsome, even if you never saw his face.

“Hello,” it came softly from his mouth and he turned his head in your direction. The holes in his blue and white mask looked at you, almost gently. Sometimes you felt like you could tell what emotions he was expressing even with the mask on. “Did the smell of the food lure you here?” he asked, amused and still with a blush on his cheeks.

You smiled gently at him. Oh how he loved your smile, so beautiful. He could and wanted to see it every day.

“No, not really. Well, sort of, but that wasn't the main reason,” you giggle sheepishly. You were a little worried that your plan might go wrong. Killer was really sensitive about his laughter and had already killed a few people because of it. Not that you think he would kill you, but you didn't want to hurt him. You just wanted to hear him laugh.

“Sooo, I heard a good joke the other day, you want to hear it?” Killer tilted his head briefly, he seemed confused, but then he nodded slightly.

“A fish goes into the pharmacy and says: “Please, an anti-dandruff shampoo!” You chuckled, but no sound came from Killer. His head was still tilted. You felt your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment, but you carried on.

“What do you think is humanity's biggest problem, stupidity or ignorance?” - “I don't know, I don't care!”

This time you heard a snort - it sounded amused, but he wasn't laughing yet. You were about to make another joke, but then Killer suddenly put a bowl of food in front of you. You looked at him, confused.

“No, not really. Well, sort of, but that wasn't the main reason,” you giggle sheepishly. You were a little worried that your plan might go wrong. Killer was really sensitive about his laughter and had already killed a few people because of it. Not that you think he would kill you, but you didn't want to hurt him. You just wanted to hear him laugh.

“Sooo, I heard a good joke the other day, you want to hear it?” Killer tilted his head briefly, he seemed confused, but then he nodded slightly.

“A fish goes into the pharmacy and says: “Please, an anti-scales shampoo!” You chuckled, but no sound came from Killer. His head was still tilted. You felt your cheeks start to glow with embarrassment, but you carried on.

“What do you think is humanity's biggest problem, stupidity or ignorance?” - “I don't know, I don't care!”

This time you heard a snort - it sounded amused, but he wasn't laughing yet. You were about to make another joke, but then Killer suddenly put a bowl of food in front of you. You looked at him, confused.

“I think that's enough with the jokes, (Y/n),” he breathes, it sounded so muffled that you didn't know if he was in a bad mood or not. Grumbling, you ate the food. You will not give up.

For the next few days you tried your luck and told killer jokes, which didn't go unnoticed by the Kid. Confused and with the grim expression he always had, he watched you.

“Yesterday I bought a pair of camouflage pants. Today I can't find them,” you told him and again Killer just shook his head. You sulked. You were about to give up.

A few days later, as you were cleaning the deck, someone unintentionally snuck up on you. You were humming a tune to yourself when you suddenly heard a voice.

“You're not going to make him laugh like that.” The Kid had startled you so much that you'd actually smacked him with the mop. You gasped in horror and slapped your hand over your mouth. Kid's head turned red with anger and he was about to grumble when a rare laugh echoed across the deck and the whole crew fell silent, even Kid.

Killer had watched the whole thing. He wanted to see you and when he saw how you had accidentally hit the captain, he couldn't help but laugh.

You stared at him with wide eyes and when he met your gaze, he was overcome with shame and fled to his cabin. You quickly ran after him and before he could close the door, you scurried through it.

“Stop, killer!” Your voice actually made him flinch and you stopped.

“Please don't run,” you breathed and your movements were hesitant. You didn't want to get too close to him, just following him into the room had been enough. Killer just sighed and stood with his back to you. Slowly, you walked towards him. Your hand placed itself on his forearm and he flinched briefly.

“I don't understand why you don't like your laugh,” you whispered and neither heard a sigh.

“It's terrible…”

“Nonsense! I find it unique and beautiful,” you said in a firm voice and now his mask tilted in your direction. You knew he was hesitating and he searched your eyes for the lie, but he couldn't find it. His shoulders slumped.

“Is that why you told the jokes?” he asked and you looked to the side, embarrassed.

“Maybe,” you admitted and Killer huffed in amusement.

“They were really-”

“Bad, I know,” you finished his sentence and Killer laughed softly. Immediately, your eyes darted to him. His laugh mesmerized you and you were already getting hooked.

“Give me time. I don't know if I'll ever manage to really laugh again - I've been suppressing it for a long time…” You gently stroked his arm.

“I'll gladly hit the Kid with the mop again,” you suggested and you both giggled.

“Deal.”

You could still hear the angry Kid from outside, shouting around and now with a bump on his head.

[alexsl-universe]

My masterpiece

Summary: Bucky is gorgeous, even with everything he's been through, he's still the most beautiful person you've ever met, and you think some colors would just make him more handsome, why not do that?

Word Count: 2.748

Bucky x Artist!Reader

Warnings: Trauma mention, slightly mentions of wounds, fluff, love for Bucky (If i miss anything please tell me)

A/N: Hello, this is my first time posting a fic, I was inspired by this post, I haven't written in almost a month, but @buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger reblogged it and I felt a spark to write again, so here it is, I hope you like it, also, English is not my first language, so let me know if there are any mistakes, have fun :)

It was a quiet evening, Bucky was in a day off with you, both decided that just chill and rest at home was the best to do, at some point you play with his arm drawing patterns with your finger, and then you got an idea

“Baby, can I draw in your arm?” you say looking to him as he reads some book, he stops and look at you

“Why?” he asks a bit confused

“I’m bored and you have huge arms and so much space to draw on” you say looking at him caressing his arm

“If makes you happy go ahead” he says kissing your forehead and go back at his book

You smile and go grab some of your makeup and sit next to him thinking in which arm you’re going to start with, you look and wander what to do, you decide to start with his left arm, so you start outlining some patterns and coloring with diverse colors, blending them to make it more cute, he takes a moment to look at you and see what you’re doing

“Is this a that new one you bought?” he asks looking at you and moving his arm

“Shh don’t move” you say grabbing his arm and letting it stay still

He do what you say and keep still while you do your art, grabbing some golden eye shadow and highlights making his golden parts get more highlighted, when you finish it's very pretty, but his other arm looks in need of some colors too, so I go to the other side 

"I will draw in this arm too, can you hold the book with the other hand please?"

You say looking at Bucky grabbing his attention again

"Sure doll, have fun" he says and changed the hand he is holding the book

You kiss him and begin to draw various patterns and things, like a small shield of Captain America, a heart with yours and his initials, some flowers, a mini Sam with red wing and a mini Steve looking amused to how big Bucky is, you also draw a small version of you kissing his neck, that tickles him a bit.

"Stay still just a bit more, I'm almost finishing here"

You say doing the line art.

"It tickles doll, but I will try my best"

He says holding a laugh a bit

When you finish his right arm was very colorful, some very pretty arts and funny things you did to him, you smile and lean back in the couch 

"I'm done, what do you think?"

You say looking at Bucky 

He close the book and put it in the arm of the couch and look at his arms, he smiles seeing every pretty you did, he loves every detail in both of his arms

"I love it doll, but I can't see what you draw on my neck, take a picture so I can see it, and also take pics of everything you draw on me, it deserves to be kept as a memory"

He says smiling to you

You smile back and take a first pic of the drawing on his neck, with the perfect angle and him smiling 

"What do you think?" You say showing the picture to him and he laughs a bit 

"Loved, i should tattoo this one, i love it more than the others" he says and kisses you

You make out on the couch for a bit, Bucky got a bit sad that some of the drawings smudged but you assure him that it's okay, you can draw more later.

On another day it’s really hot day and he is wearing shorts, something that grabs your attention to his beautiful legs, your mind go straight back to the day you draw on him and you got more desire to do so again. You two are watching some show on the TV, you do the same and start to draw patterns with your finger on his leg before you ask him.

“Baby, can I draw on you again? Your legs look so good to draw on” you say looking at him and pounding to him

“You want to do it again?” he asks looking at you and you nod to him “Go ahead and have fun baby” he says and grab your face and kiss you

You smile kissing him and went to grab your makeup again but remembered that it smudged, so you go and grab some Crayola markers and sit next to him

"This won't smudge easily, only if you put water on it"

He looks at you and just nod and go back at watching the show, you start drawing some simple things, flowers, dome doodles, and you decide to draw a small version of you laid on his thigh like you were in a big comfort carpet saying "Remember i love you and you're amazing" on as speech bubble, you draw some Steve and Sam laid on the other leg having a "chat"

"It's comfy but i don't want to stay here when he gets naked" Sam said

"I don't want to be in here when they start to make out, that would be too much to handle" Steve said to him

You keep doodling in his leg and when he notice the drawings on his leg he laughs 

"I don't think I want them in there either" he says looking at you smiling 

"We can wash them away later" you say sitting on the floor painting a wakanda cloth pattern he has on his calf

"It's for the best, the only one that can see you naked it's me" he says caressing your face as you look at him

"Or... we can give them quite of a show" you say smirking maliciously, and he does the same and grab your face and start to kiss you

You two make out on the floor of the living room, and later in the bed, and also later in the shower, and only there you realized the drawings aren't coming off, at least not all of them, some parts are and others don't, so when both of you finish bathing you go look if you grab the wrong markers.

"Oh fuck" you say realizing what you did

"What happen doll?" Bucky says getting out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped on his waist

"Hmm, I have bad news" you say a bit shy and he looks confused at you "I maybe have used some permanent markers on you"

"Okay i don't think is a problem, i can wash them away later right?" He says and you press your lips together "I will be able to watch them away right doll?" He ask and bit anxious now

"Yes, but not in one bath, it takes a few baths to wash them away completely" you say to him a bit shy

He looks at you a bit anxious, but starts to laugh 

"I think we will give them more then one show" Bucky says still laughing and you laugh with him

It took almost a week for the drawings to fade away, and it was funny to see Steve and Sam slowly fade away in his leg

One night Bucky arrives tired from a mission, it was a bit complicated one, he takes a bath and laid down in bed tired

"Baby can I give you a massage? I think will help you to relax" you say worried by Bucky tiredness 

"Sure doll, but having you by my side already relaxes me" he says smiling with tired eyes

"Turn on your tummy and let me relax you more" you say kissing him and going grab a lotion to help with the massage.

You get on his back and start to massage his back, feeling him relax more and more, you get him totally relaxed when an idea comes in your head, you have some gouache that you’re sure it goes away quickly, so you finish his massage and go closer to his face to ask

"Can I paint on your back? I promise this time it will go away in the first bath" you say and he open just a little bit his eyes

"Sure doll, have fun" he says to you and close his eyes again, you kiss his cheek and go grab the material you will need

You grab some paint brushes and the paint and stare at his back thinking what to do.

After some time you decide to do the starry night of Van Gogh, but making in a way his arm are part of the painting.

You start the firsts paint strokes with some blue shades, putting some on his metal arm and shoulder, you also decided to make some of the yellow parts with golden paint, to also give more relation with arm, slowly it begin to turn more and more look alike with the reference, you even lost track of the time.

When you finish Bucky is already in a deep sleep, he is in such a peaceful sleep you decide to not wake him up, you take a picture of him sleeping and the art you made on his back, you stand in the bed to capture perfectly all of his beauty and the beauty of the art you did, you’re proud to relax him and happy for making such a masterpiece.

You put away the paint and brushes and go to sleep next to him, he embraces you as always, every night he hugs you until both of you are sleeping, it's like an instinct now, he feels you come close and grab you to his side so both of you sleep in peace.

On the next day Bucky wakes up first, he goes to the bathroom and don't notice the art on his back, only when he goes take a bath some blue and golden colors appears on the floor, he got a bit scared, he still a bit sleepy, he sees if it's the shower but nothing in there, he sees his arm, but none gold had fell, he puts is hand on his back and feel the paint, he got relieved that nothing had happened to him.

He takes a shower and tries to take the paint away from his back, only in the end to realize maybe you haven't took a picture, you love to take pictures of your art, and he knows that, so as he thinks in a way to undo what he did, maybe remake himself maybe? No, it would be easier to go back in time, Steve did so why can't he?

Suddenly you appear in the bathroom, he freezes for a moment, not knowing what to do

"Good morning handsome" you say still sleepy going to the toilet 

"Good morning doll, had a good sleep?" Bucky asks a bit shy and afraid to tell you what he did

"Amazing as always my love" you say to him sitting in the toilet "And you? You got pretty tired yesterday"

"Amazing, the massage you gave me relaxed me so much" he says looking at the shower floor that got tons of gold and blue spots on

"I saw, you slept in such a cute way I didn't want to bother you, but you know your arms still the best place to sleep" you say smiling to him "And you got a chance to look at the painting i did in you?" You ask cleaning yourself, Bucky freezes again, how can he tell you?

"About that..." he says, he don't want to hurt you, but he knows that if he hides will be worse "I take a shower and erase it all, sorry" he says sad 

"Oh no problem I took a picture of it" you say washing your hands and Bucky sights relieved he didn't ruin your artwork, and you look at him confused 

"I thought I had ruined and you didn't took any pictures, I was so afraid of hurting you" he says to you 

"Oh honey, don't be afraid to tell me, I understand it, I won't get sad about it" you said after drying your hands and holding his face "I love you no matter what" you say and kiss him

He kisses you back holding you close to his body, holding you like the most precious thing in the hole world

"I love you too doll" he says while hugging you

When you're trying to get some inspiration you went to look at something on your phone, but nothing is giving you the creativity spark you need, until you see your lock screen.

It's the picture of Bucky with the Van Gogh painting on his back, the golds of the paint and his arm sparkling perfectly, that's it! That is the spark you needed, and you go and plan everything you will need, and name it "Project Masterpiece Kintsugi".

You tell Bucky you plan, how he is perfect to be in the arts, how he is the main spark of inspiration to do this project, he loves and accepts to be part of it.

So the preparation begins, you buy the golden paint, sketches how it will be, how you're going to picture it all, how everyone will be edited and displayed, how each part is crucial and needs to fit perfectly to work.

And after a while everything is ready, many bottles of golden paint had been emptied and some paint brushes got a bit stiff, but your masterpiece is ready, but it isn't just your, is Bucky's and many others masterpieces.

You made various pictures of persons with golden marks on them, representing pieces they lost and were replaced, or that were broken and glued back together, and the main picture is about Bucky.

He is sitting in a stool with a white background behind him, he is being covered by only a silk cloth on his intimate parts, and many golden marks on him, some straight others crooked, some big and small, in many ways, all coming from his arm as a starting point.

It's the poster of the exhibition, with the name of "Masterpiece Kintsugi: perfect as I am", you got this space with the help of a friend who also loved the idea, it has many pictures of different peoples and the ways they're broken or lost something.

A few of your favorites are of a lady who had breast cancer, her wound was covered in golden paint and flowing to her chest and arms. Another is of a person who lost their leg due a traffic accident, the person is using a golden prosthetic leg with some flowing up his leg. Other is about an old lady who had lost her husband and two sons though her life, she was wearing a silk cloth just like Bucky but exposing her belly, you draw a golden spiral in there that went to her chest, neck and face, she is in her 80's, she is one that has so many golden lines, she had seeing many things, and told you many history’s about her life, and you listened and wrote them all, every picture have a small note about theirs losses, and some even has some audio of the person telling their story and how they found happiness after all that, also having a picture of you, actually two.

One was you just alone, some golden coming from your head, some from your heart, some from your arms, you always had trouble finding yourself, and life had not being easy on you, and on yout note says "I was lost, I didn't think I could find happiness, but something changed..." and the next picture is one of you and Bucky holding hands

You're looking at each other and smiling, his golden marks and yours almost connecting, and the note in this one says "I found everything i needed with him, he healed me and I healed him, we found perfection in each other, 愛してるよ Bucky"

At the begging of the exhibition has a description of what Kintsugi means, and now at the end has another explaining it again and what the last words in the previous note says, it means “i love you” and is not commonly used, only spoken between married couples in very serious and sentimental moments, for last has your and every person who participated signature on it too.

I hope you liked it :)

[alienlikestoabduct]

fandom pretends—with a headcanon they made up about how Mu Qing hates revolution in respect of his father’s memory because… his dad was executed for being a revolutionary Lol, it's such a stretch 😭 I mean, it's an interesting and creative headcanon, but why treat it like an actual fact to defend him in the context of canon

And yeah , it’s soo obvious that hua cheng beef with them run deep—also ties back to how they treated him when he was Hong Hong’er

“Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”That child shook his head. “No home.”Feng Xin approached, holding the arm that was now in a sling. “No home? So, he really is a little beggar?”Seeing that this child was so emaciated and small, his clothes filthy and unkempt, it wasn’t impossible to believe. If he had no home to return to, they couldn’t possibly leave him at the palace or throw him out on the streets. Xie Lian pondered for a moment, then said, “If that’s the case, then let’s bring him with us back to Mount Taicang.”Unexpectedly, Mu Qing suddenly spoke up. “He’s lying.”

Chapter 26:Lost Red Pearl, Inadvertently Luring the Red-Eyed season sea's english translation

That young child peered at Mu Qing and didn’t say a word. Feng Xin was doubtful.

When Xie Lian looked closely, it was indeed as he had said. So he asked, “Do you have grown-ups at home?” The young child shook his head, but Mu Qing said, “There must be. If he doesn’t go back, his family will surely be worried sick looking for him.” “No, no way! There’s nobody!” that young child cried, sounding like he was afraid to be sent back, and he opened his arms reaching for Xie Lian. He was still covered with mud and blood, and Feng Xin couldn’t stand it anymore. “What’re ya doin’, kid? Things were urgent earlier, so whatever, but shouldn’t you know better by now? This is the crown prince. His Highness the Crown Prince. Do you understand?”

Feng Xin spoke up. “No. I still don’t think Your Highness should hold a strange child for everyone to see.” “What’s the problem?” Xie Lian asked “You’re the crown prince!” Feng Xin exclaimed.

One could argue that, at one point, they did shield Hong Hong’er but

The two were defending a protection array that repelled the invasion of evil spirits, straining as they barely held on. Sure enough, Feng Xin’s voice rang out.“Your Highness, don’t come in! There’s something strange with this child! All those things are coming for him!”Only then did Xie Lian notice that behind the two figures was a small, black shadow, kneeling on the floor with his head in his hands. He cried, “It’s not me!!”

also the scene where the State Preceptor backed away, yelling, “Make him leave the mountain, hurry! Don’t touch him, I mean it! That fortune is too toxic; don’t touch him!”The Deputy State Preceptors hurriedly moved aside, and Mu Qing and Feng Xin didn’t know whether to act. Seeing that everyone was avoiding him like he was poisonous vermin, the child was shaken and started thrashing even harder, biting and screaming with all his might. “I’m not! I’m not!! I’M NOT!!!”Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, encircling his small form. A voice came from above his head. “You’re not. I know you’re not. Don’t cry, now. I know you’re not.”

Chapter 27:To Ascend Is Human, to Fall Is Also Human. They remained silent. It was only Xie Lian who comforted that little child in pain and Hua Cheng is honestly so right in his hatred toward "heaven"

It wouldn't take much to read the novel properly before writing meta about it on the wiki. One would expect a of bit professionalism

also in the amnesia one Might you aid me in seeking out two individuals?” Xie Lian asked politely as his hand dug into his sleeve to reach for a few pieces of gold foil as an offering. The Lord of Soil and Ground waved his hands wildly when he saw what Xie Lian was doing. “Oh no, no need for that! Whom does my lord seek?”Just as well, for Xie Lian didn’t manage to pull out anything. He took his hand back out. “My two servants, Feng Xin and Mu Qing,” he replied.

he did referred to them as his servants

Hello, hope you are doing well… I'm sorry it's going to be so long, it's just that I was going through Heaven’s Official Blessing’s wiki... When I first read it, I had a very uneasy feeling I couldn’t quite pinpoint. But after reading your meta about Mu Qing and Feng Xin, I finally understood why.

"After the fall of Xianle, Hua Cheng was reintroduced as a ghost fire and was found by Xie Lian.He was told by Xie Lian that Mu Qing had left and additionally was present when Mu Qing requested Xie Lian to leave the mountain meant for cultivation alongisde the 33 gods that humiliated Xie Lian. With Xie Lian being his main priority, Hua Cheng's hatred for Mu Qing grew further"

‘Requested’😭 Bruh

Mu Qing was holding a long saber-and the sharp tip was pointed directly at Xie Lian."Please leave," said Mu Qing, weapon in hand Chapter 98:Thirty-Three Heavenly Officials Fight Over Blessed Land

the nameless ghost declared, "To die in battle for you is my greatest honor."I'm sorry," he replied. "Forget me."The nameless ghost's flickering flames flared brighter. "I won't forget. Your Highness, I am forever your most devoted believer."Xie Lian forced down a sob. "...I've already lost all my believers. Believing in me won't do you any good; it might even bring disaster. Did you know? Even my friend has left me."The nameless ghost declared as if swearing an oath, "I won't.""You will," Xie Lian said.The ghost was insistent. "Believe me, Your Highness.""I don't," Xie Lian said.He no longer believed in anyone, especially himself Chapter 96:Hero Defeated by a Penny

It was said in that context, but without it, it’s easy to misinterpret. And since people often rely on these sites more than actually reading the novel, it becomes a problem.I don’t know—maybe I’m wrong—but it’s giving… like it’s either hua cheng's own perception fault or xie lian's the reason that he continues disliking Mu Qing? What about people making up their minds and going into the novel reading THIS—?? No offense, but?! Also, Xie Lian didn’t just find that ghost fire out of nowhere—he literally saved Hua Cheng and the other ghost fires from the clutches of a greedy maybe mention that too.

"He helps Xie Lian make a present for Hua Cheng's birthday [10] and even pretends to be his servant again when Xie Lian has amnesia. [11]"

"What's going on?"Xie Lian looked up and saw Feng Xin and Mu Qing-but they weren't the same Feng Xin and Mu Qing he knew.Sure, their general appearance was the same, but their demeanor had changed. They didn't seem like two rash young men, but more like generals with years of battle experience under their belts. Moreover, both were wearing black robes that looked rather sumptuous, quite unlike the dress that ordinary folks wore, and quite unlike anything Xie Lian had ever seen them wear.The one who had spoken was Feng Xin, and he walked over. "Your Highness, what are you doing out here by yourself?""That's what I was going to ask," Xie Lian said. "Where did you two run off to? I told you guys to train idioms outside last night, but why could I not find a shadow of you this morning?"An odd look that matched the Lord of Soil and Ground's crossed both Feng Xin and Mu Qing's faces, like they couldn't comprehend what he was saying.Xie Lian felt his head splitting, and he cried, "And what's with those outfits? What in the world is going on?!"Feng Xin looked down at himself and wondered, confused, "What's wrong with my outfit? Isn't this normal?" Chapter 135:Extra 2The Strange Amnesiac Adventures of His Highness the Crown Prince (Part One)... seven seas edition

When did he ever pretend in that whole scene? Like—?? They probably didn’t even know ,one can see from Feng Xin’s confusion that Xie Lian had referred to them as his servants.

"Although Mu Qing admired Xie Lian and wanted to be his f-f-friend, the nature of their dynamic as master and servant complicated this.As a servant he couldn't voice his real thoughts or truly express his personality; in Xie Lian's memory he was always soft-spoken and well-mannered. [13] Xie Lian was oblivious to this issue, thinking that he treated everyone as equals. Though he had an easier time than Feng Xin understanding how Mu Qing was interpreting something, Xie Lian couldn't see the issues in their own relationship.An example of this is the missing pearl earring. Due to an offhand comment, Mu Qing thinks the others are accusing him of stealing it"

Are you sure Xie Lian couldn’t see the issues? Because literally in the next sentence, it says—it's in Mu Qing’s mind, he’s a prisoner of his own thoughts.

then there's Feng Xin

"He was exceedingly loyal and supportive of Xie Lian, only leaving him when Xie Lian orders him to do so. [14]" "One of his most remarkable qualities are his loyalty and devotion, [1] shown through his history with Xie Lian. Feng Xin always supported him and during their first banishment, he refused to leave Xie Lian's side for the longest time despite desperate circumstances.[8][9]"

"Leaving him when Xie lian orders him" "always supported", "refused to leave"? At one point he did but he literally did left him—over what? A single sentence from Xie Lian saying he should stop following him? "loyalty and devotion" to what , huh? an authority figure, not to the person that should’ve been mentioned.

I have nothing against Mu Qing or Feng Xin —they’re interesting characters, no doubt. But the whole wiki sometimes feels like it’s trying too hard to justify their behavior and choices. It’s okay to love a character with flaws; no need to over-defend them. After all, it’s a wiki—not a personal space for fan bias, such sugarcoating! I just needed to vent, but honestly, people should be aware—things like this can really affect how someone interprets canon ...or maybe i don't know I am overthinking this...the whole wiki isn't that bad but it's sigh.

The tgcf wiki was written by a Mu Qing stan who hates Xie Lian and notoriously got into it with me on this blog in which they argued against my meta—that Mu Qing is actually a very classist character that is not a “working-class hero” like fandom pretends—with a headcanon they made up about how Mu Qing hates revolution in respect of his father’s memory because… his dad was executed for being a revolutionary. Idk how bad the svsss wiki is, but both the mdzs and the tgcf wikis are useless as tools to understand the story because they are written by people who aggressively hate the MCs and are using admin control to attempt to twist people’s understanding of the story to oppose them.

Also, Hua Cheng dislikes both Feng Xin and Mu Qing for abandoning Xie Lian, but he treats Mu Qing noticeably worse, almost as if he has personal beef against them that isn’t just tied to their treatment of Xie Lian 🤔 (He does. Both Feng Xin and Mu Qing treat Hong Hong’er like shit, and then Mu Qing kicks Hong’er out of the army out of pettiness. Hua Cheng didn’t just forget this because “it had nothing to do with Xie Lian.”)

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2025: ADRIFT IN CURRENTS CLEAN AND CLEAR by Seanan McGuire.

Ah, yes, my favorite January tradition: heartbreak in tiny series installment form :)

This one is about a turtle-obsessed disabled Russian girl who gets adopted by an American family and fitted for a prosthetic she doesn't ask for, want, or need, and then she splashes through her Door.

I love Russian language and culture things (shout out to accidentally double minoring in college), so I was excited for a Russian protag and a Russian-coded Door world! Excellent enrichment in my enclosure. Neat cultural expansion on the Wayward Children universe (multiverse? cosmos?? insert appropriately scaled setting word here).

I also liked the aquatic nature of Belyyreka--terrifying giant frogs and delightful giant turtles and delightful talking foxes on the riverbanks were all lovely, and the worldbuilding about different weights of water was neat! Very mind-bendy kind of setting, I dig it.

This installment felt very slim (146 pages in my copy), and Our World Heavy--the first 46 pages were in Colorado, and the last 100 were in Belyyreka, but it felt like we did More Frequent and Larger Time Skips in Belyyreka compared to Earth? Kind of speedrun mode, sans Quests, really (this one was a lot more oriented toward Finding/Building Your Family, which was signposted pretty clearly upon our arrival in Belyyreka). Mostly a quieter installment up until the, y'know, Typical Impending Tragedy of Return at the end. (Did I almost put it down at 1AM last night with 30 pages left so everyone could Be Happy? perHAPS,)

Overall: I had a good time! But, ow, my heart (once again and forever).

[corpsentry]

there’s something so epic about hetero chinese period dramas and i think one part of it is that there is absolutely nowhere in the narrative i could exist.

lately i’ve been on a western media detox— i’ve cleaned english language music out of my playlists and have never been able to stomach western dramas anyway, so that part is easy— which might seem funny, because if i’m in singapore and i hate it and i won’t touch american music then what’s left? the answer is the false binarism of chinese period dramas, at least for me. the badly written ones are misogynistic and stupid and the better ones are less of those things, but regardless the world that emerges is clean-cut and easy to parse. there’s someone to root for and someone to hate. there’s a girl and a boy. there’s the comedy and the drama, the sheer thick drama, the music that signals to you precisely how to feel before the scene even starts going

try to jam a fifth culture transnational transgender they/them with 2 mental illness and 1 autoimmune disease into this world and it simply doesn’t work. and that’s kinda epic lolzers! it’s like watching high fantasy, or super hardcore sci-if. it both represents a simulacrum of the real world and is so far from the reality you know that you understand it as a hypothetical universe, one that disincludes you on principle. i exclude myself from the story and in doing so fangfei from moyuyunjian’s steely gaze becomes all the more important. i give so many shits and laugh and yell and spectate. but i am safe from the eyes of its inhabitants. if i entered the story it would break. so i sit outside of it, clapping by myself

in other news, we gave up on mysterious lotus casebook 16 episodes in. there are many character archetypes in these shows that i can no longer stand; the salacious sexy seductive supervillain lady is not necessarily one of them but the way they did miss ‘this man didn’t even Look at me when all men fall at my knees so i hated him’ ‘no one is allowed to steal buttchin from me’ jiao was way up there. surely a woman can have multiple personality traits and yet you would think from this drama that that is not at all true. and the strange harem that grew around li lianhua despite his absolute loser attitude— like i get it, he’s the gintoki of this show, that’s hot, but the way the women who were into him were written made me want to Eat Horse. it bothered me that di feisheng and lianhua’s homo as fuck dynamic was so intriguing and them + fang duobing was a winning trio but all the women in the show were written like complete fucking ass, and one of the big antagonists being a woman, the stakes throughout were not only lost to me but also Pissed Me Off. also, that case about the corpse flowers dragged on forever and all my pocky wilted

I Just Think, women deserve better in these damn stories. make them slutty as hell, sure, but make them other things too and i mean this in the most generous sense. slutty and proud. slutty and weird. slutty and oblivious. literally anything at all so they don’t come out cardboard flat from all angles. this is why i have a personal vendetta against the ditzy clueless female protagonist as well because if everything stems from the fact that she doesn’t know shit it’s like please someone Please tell her shit i’m on my hands and knees begging. give her more to chew on she’s dying of boredom over there

this is why i liked the so called antagonist of blossoms in adversity best (spoilers ahead). he was cruel as hell to huazhi and gu yanxi’s only parental figure. he was paranoid and selfish and lonely and craved a son’s love from the one person he couldn’t hold onto. in the end he is pushed further and further by huazhi, who won’t give in, to isolate yanxi from the people he loves and to lash out at those people as a way of punishing yanxi. and when he dies it’s because of his own distrust, his own negligent parenting, his absent cruelty from decades of insomnia and lack of faith in his people. but he cries for yanxi, and there’s something so human about that. to think of evil not as a first principle but rather an adjective for a verb that is set in motion by other events. to be honest, i haven’t seen such thoughtful writing in any chinese period drama before or after that and i strongly suspect i will never see such writing again in this genre but man, it was so fucking good (spoilers end).

in the meantime, i’ve dragged my mother to moyuyunjian/the double for the return casting of liu xiening and wang xingyue who are Eating so hard. they’ve got wang xingyue done up with the sluttiest makeup and liu xiening is breaking my heart with her pout and her Sassy Mean constitution and this is a revenge story, yes, but it’s a double revenge story. it’s a grief story. and fangfei is carrying more on her shoulders than lingbuyi imo, and doing so with much more grace too. her step mom’s a dick but she’s a smart, 5d chess playing dick who wears hot shades of green so i’m personally interested enough to keep watching (something lotus casebook DID NOT accomplish with their epic female antagonist…. mein gotte). and the princess too. unhinged as hell but god, so charismatic. and beautiful, with scary big eyes and the sweetest head tilt. fun fun fun! that’s fun character writing right there. the comedy might be too straightforward for my tastes but everything else is kind of hot and sexy And after the coming of age ceremony when jiangli appeared amidst the flowers i felt my throat close up even though we saw her for all of one (1) episode). i was like yes. they got me alright. i Care now

really that’s all that matters isn’t it. we want stories about people we care for. we want to give a shit. why else would we listen to the stories of other people. we are looking for us and the people we love in them

oh also moyuyunjian soundtrack goes hard as hell i love a little three step waltz. here’s a pic from the ‘gym’ for ur time. guten night

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

I don’t get why people feel like the Duolingo owl is threatening, if I ever feel like he is I just get mad at him. I could fight an owl. I don’t know if I’d win, but I don’t think I’d lose (two things that can apparently coexist). I think I’d survive at least and that’s not really winning but also not losing.

You wanna be so threatening? Da bør du drepe meg!

[hersterical]

A brief look into my mind ever since seeing The Marvels: Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Lucky Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Lucky the Pizza Dog Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Hawkeye Hawkeye Kate Bishop Kate Bishop KATHERINE ELIZABETH BISHOP Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Young Avengers Kate Bishop Hawkeye Investigations Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Pizza Dog Kate Bishop Lucky the Pizza Dog Kate Bishop Hawkeye Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop Kate Bishop KATE BISHOP KATE BISHOP KATE BISHOP

KATE BISHOP

KATE BISHOP

KATE BISHOP

[bronx-aro]

I had a dream last time where i was Welsknight and i was on hermitcraft (not playing the game, the world *was* minecraft).

So i kept trying to help Joe Hills build his montain base with a statue on the outside wich opened up in ik a mountain face. There was this huge dungeon outside too. And i was SO exited to help and do things. But the other hermits kept getting more and more annoyed with me when i just wanted to have fun. At some point everyone was just walking around the builds (mostly still joe's base) and i felt so bad i was just lagging behind, purposefully phasing trough the ground spectator mode style (i was able to do that and flying all along, something that nobody else did but it's not that unusual for me to have some awarness in dreams and therefore more or less lucidly do things). I was hoping to hear them say nice things about me or even apologise so that i could reassure myself i wasnt hated. They didnt.

It all came to an end when we ended up at joe's base again, on a side of the dungeon that was opened up to the air near a river. And an hermit (i am pretty sure it was hypno; he was for sure one of the people that talked then) pointed at another hermit and sayed a small, nice descriptive about them. The hermit he sayed this too (i think it was stress, but i was a bit far because i didnt want to get close. Might have been another girl) started to do the same to someone.

At that point i was laying on the ground in the position i had gotten out of phasing moden and i realised it was only a matter of time before it came to me, or they noticed i was there if they hadnt before. But before i could phase back into the ground the person stress had pointed to had already taken two steps towards me, pointed at me and just said "Vile Friend".

VILE FRIEND.

And then i WOKE UP.

I am messed up right now HOLY SHIT. It took me a while to get myslef back together properly before i would leave my bed. When i saw my shelf with all my hermitcraft cards when getting up i was filled with as much anger and dread as when you look at some merch from a youtubeur that was cancelled. It's fine now but WOW.

ANYWAY hermitblr if someone wants to take that and make it into a hurt/no comfort fanfic feel free because holy shit. Actually no bonus points if you include Helsknight showing up and taking care of Wels while hating on the other hermits.

[vanishintoyou]

i found an old invoice from like 2015 and it says a toaster was 100 liras. kms

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

hang on are cougars like panthers

[svidrigailovs-bathhouse]

king of - hang on, monarchy's not relevant here - undisputed champion of - dude, why's it gotta be a hierarchy? - well i'm quite good - relative to whom or what standard? - uh - well often lately I've just had a sensation that I make a lot of to-do lists in which I complete maybe one task. that's all.

[cosmictheo]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 | hwang in-ho

( gif credits to @lalaray )

—summary: for some reason, player 001 seems to like you a little too much, way more than you think. amongst the chaos after the mingle game, he gets closer to you. —pairing: hwang in-ho/young-il/player 001 x female!reader —word count: 4.5k —warnings: bro has a lot of names, +18, smut !!! (minors dni), most definitely ooc!in-ho, descriptions of the reader having female genitalia, some porn with some plot, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight voyeurism? (a guard outside the bathroom listening all the tea💀), sub in-ho!!!, obsessive, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, slight manipulation, in-ho being a slut for the reader, they want each others bodies so bad, panic attack, blood, killing, yk usual squid game stuff.

writer’s note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

ᯓ✶ part one ── part two

The first thing you saw were Young-il's eyes, and then you sensed his hands resting on your shoulders, a subtle touch but one that struck your entire core, sending shivers up and down your spine, snapping you out of the trance of shock, drawing you back to reality and back to him.

“Hey, hey, shhh...” he spoke softly, leaning close to you, making all you focused on was him, his voice, his eyes, the way his lips uttered your name. Him, him, him...

“Young-il?” you breathed out, matching your respiration to his ever-calm one.

He nodded his head slightly, his fingers stroking your shoulders soothingly. “You're okay. You did so good. It's over now” his soft whispers felt like an anchor back to earth, anchors you were clinging to with all your might.

“I got you” he assured you, helping you to your feet again. It was only then that you noticed that you were still in the room set of the third game, there was only you and him left in the arena, and the multitude of bodies sprawled around the bloodstained floor, of course. Noticing your gaze drift to the dead people, his hand lifted to your chin, standing right in front of you to block your field of vision and reduce it to just him, his serene face and piercing eyes, “Just look at me, angel. Keep those pretty eyes on me, yeah?”

He delicately pleaded you, his thumb tracing patterns of grazing caresses on the skin of your chin, treating you as carefully as possible. 

And you complied, of course, succumbing to the gentle darkness contained within his eyes. Like a little lamb falling into the wolf's trap.

“There you are,” a little, honest smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

A couple of guards were standing near you, watching you in silence and strangely, allowing Young-il to comfort and help you during your panic attack. The first one you had since you had arrived in the horrifying place, you hadn't cracked once, holding a tough and fearless armor.

“You are safe with me. Nothing will happen to you,” his other hand moved down from your shoulder through your arm, igniting a warm flush on your skin under the passage of his palm, all the way down to encounter yours, his fingers intertwining between yours. “I'll make sure of that, okay?”

You merely manage a trembling nod, holding his gaze. His reassuring, gentle demeanor was all you needed at that moment, in that strange place, full of strangers, he seemed to be the only familiar sight to you, the light among all the ruthless darkness. And his face, exuding concern, completely captured your heart.

Young-il offered you that one protector figure you always needed, that someone to rely on and trust even in your darkest moments.

“Come with me, please” one of the guards, the one with a square outlined on his mask, interrupted your moment, stepping up beside you, his gun pointed at the ground and not at either of you, thank goodness. His voice held a diplomatic, yet polite tone, glancing at the two of you. Young-il glanced at him with a scowl on his face, not too happy that the guard had popped onto the scene, apparently, his gaze went ice cold in the span of a millisecond, “Sir, miss, you need to go back to the main room with the other players.”

“The lady needs to freshen up a bit, could I accompany her to the bathrooms?” Young-il asked— no, rather, he actually demanded of the armed guard, his demeanor shifting to an authoritative one, straightening up and looking at the masked man with imposing eyes.

The guard looked from Young-il to you and back to him, finally nodding his head just once after a few seconds of contemplation, looking at him too long, nearly as if he was considering Young-il's expression, “Of course. Come with me, please.”

You did not decide to comment on the strange behavior of the guard, even they had been acting like human beings, empathetic and considerate. You really couldn't think of anything much at all, all you could focus on was Young-il's hand placed on your lower back as you walked together through the winding, ridiculously colorful corridors and staircases inside the seemingly infinite building.

His touch had your mind a fuzzy blur and the panic and self-doubt in your veins had already been well forgotten, replaced by a state of constant flushing, feeling so small next to him. The feeling was a good one, though. Definitely.

Ever since you had met him he had seemed to have a special liking for you, always making sure you were safe and secure, putting you above the others, making you feel protected and seen. Before every game he made sure he stayed by your side, willing to take whatever risks were necessary for both of you to come out of it alive. Gi-hun had told you a couple of times that he liked you, much more than a friend, but you refused, huffing that it wasn't the place to think about that, much less regarding a man who was married, supposedly. The two of you had really bonded so well, as if you had somehow known each other for a very long time before this.

Once you were in the bathrooms, Young-il closed the door behind both of you, leaving the square guard just outside, and then guided you towards the sinks, opening one so you could take a sip of water.

“Let me...” he quietly whispered, rolling up the sleeves of his turquoise tracksuit and soaking his hands for a few seconds before raising them to your face, running his fingers gently across your cheekbones, removing traces of blood droplets that had been lucky enough to land on your skin, he thought to himself. For some reason, everything felt more intimate than it should have.

You stood in silence, watching him with big, attentive eyes as he wiped your face delicately, as if your skin were the finest porcelain. All that could be heard for a few moments was the water running from the sink and the thundering beat of your heart, desperate to flee out of your chest and leap into his.

“Young-il?”

“Hm?” he hummed, very much focused on cleaning your face, his countenance encouraged you to ask him anything you wanted, it was peaceful and gentle.

“Why do you care so much about me?” you dared to ask him, in a low tone, brave enough to hold his gaze, which softened at your question.

He held back his hands, pulling them away from your face very slowly, analyzing your flushed face for a few moments, contemplating an answer.

“You're special. Very different from the others.”

Young-il sympathized with you, with your history, your person. Usually when he looked at you, he saw his old self, from before all this. He saw in you the good side of things, your good heart, your innocence and kindness, you were much more than a pretty face. He could see past your usual gloomy and pouty face, past your sharp and too cunning eyes, you were too much for that place. And that's why he intended to take you out of there and keep you with him, to have you by his side to care for you and provide for you.

He was excited about the idea of getting to know you further, like a new game in which he had to crack his way through. And In-ho, he was good at games.

You blushed slightly, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “Special?”

Young-il spun around, allowing you to see his side profile as he washed his hands in the sink, concealing the impulse to smirk as he noticed the immediate effect his words had on you. He had you right where he wanted you. 

Now he wasn't wearing his usual dark mask, capable of covering his each and every emotion, no, now his expressions and gestures were for everyone to see, so he had to try a little harder than usual to be cautious. As you too were very careful and cautious, always attentive to your surroundings, you had figured out the objective of the last games as soon as you arrived at the arenas. It had been a record, no other player had been as interesting and quick-witted as you. You only needed a couple of minutes, a scan through the walls, the equipment brought by the guards, and you already had the answer. You were a prodigy. Not even he knew what you were doing in there to begin with, when you should have been in the best university.

You would definitely be a favorite of the filthy V.I.P.'s and that, for some reason, made him uneasy.

“Mhm...” he hummed once again, wetting his face now, refreshing himself as well, thoughtfully, “That makes you dangerous.”

His eyes held a slight playfulness as they met yours now, and his pupils expanded as he watched you step closer to him, unwrapping your sweatshirt from around your waist and lifting it up to his face, gently wiping and drying his skin with it, running the cloth carefully over his cheekbones, forehead and chin, drying every drop of water, sweat and blood that rolled across his skin.

“Why?” you tilted your head, big, interested eyes watching him intently as you carefully wiped his cheeks.

Young-il gazed at you for a few seconds, feeling himself swooning at the careful way you were treating him. He cleared his voice subtly before replying to you, in all honesty, “You're the only one I care about in here.”

Usually In-ho encountered with people who looked at him with fear, with trembling hands, hesitant voice and submissive manners. Most guards were like that with him, he was the Front Man after all. Just a movement of his fingers, a word emitted by his voice, was enough for the whole building to move at his command, for anyone to race to do what he ordered.

But you... you simply reached out to him, touched him, treated him with care, with gentleness and softness, looking at him with warm and sympathetic eyes.

“No other person makes me feel both weak and strong” he rasped out, quietly, his warm breath brushing against your lips, which gaped at his words, his choice of words, “That's dangerous for a man like me”

You motioned to pull your hand away from his face, but he was quick to grab your wrist, stopping the movement.

“Young-il, you're married, I can't—” you hurriedly opted to go the right way, trying to talk some sense into him, shaking your head softly, blinking several times within a single minute. Your heart was already starting to beat faster and he could feel it through his thumb placed on your pulse.

He shook his head, seeking your gaze, his fingers gently squeezing your wrist, not wanting you to move too far away from him.

“I'm not married. I lied” he revealed to you, almost desperately. There was no reason for him to lie to you on that, because he knew that you were someone he could trust, and that everything that was going to happen there, would remain within those walls. A little complicity. A minor crack in the script, in the whole scheme that he had been working on for weeks.

You let him grab your wrist and the jacket of the tracksuit you had previously held in your hand fell to the floor, making a muffled noise that echoed off the quiet walls of the bathrooms. Your brow furrowed slightly, not understanding what he was talking about now.

“You lied? Why?” you asked in a low tone, as if anyone could hear you. It seemed, at least it felt like too private and all too intimate a conversation for anyone to overhear.

“I didn't want to push you away and scare you with my... life resolutions” Young-il lowered your hand now joined with his, looking at you with brighter eyes than usual, “It was the wiser thing to do.”

“Resolutions?” all you appeared to be doing was asking and asking, and In-ho, right there and then, was willing to answer all you wanted to know. Your tone of voice drifted into playfulness, void of judgment or disgust, on the contrary, you reassured him, “All of us here have made bad choices in our lives, that's why we're here. We're all the villains of society”

“Villains...” he repeated, savoring the word and approving it with a gentle nod of his head. Then he tugged on your hand, lifting it to his face, placing an affectionate kiss on your knuckles, doing all of that while keeping eye contact, “But you're not bad, not like them, not like me. You're just so good, angel.” There was the petname again, and it held the exact same effect as when he first called you that, making you blush softly, your legs trembling just barely, your core reacting instantly, your body succumbing to his, longing for him.

His fingers caressed the palm of your hand tenderly, “You have no blood on your pretty hands, no perversity in your little head, no, you're a good girl. You always have been, right?”

He read you like an open book, even though you had been cautious and reserved since the games had begun, you had not let anyone in, much less pass over the walls you had built around yourself. Yet in the span of a few minutes, Young-il had ripped them apart, tearing his way through them, into you.

You caught a glimpse of pity in his eyes.

“You don't have a debt, you just don't have anyone out there waiting for you, to take care of you, provide for you” At his words, you gulped, watching him kiss your knuckles once again, making your heart race, then his lips kissed your pulse on your wrist, and after that, he tugged you closer, placing your palm against his chest, making you feel the beat of his heart as well, “I could be the one. I could take care of you, protect you, give you everything you want. There wouldn't be anything I wouldn't do for you and those eyes. You'd just have to stick by my side, look pretty for me, hm?”

In-ho had been watching you, of course, ever since you had met Gon Ji-cheol in the subway, ever since you had encountered Gi-hun. He knew your life completely, he had grown obsessed with you. You were everything he needed, everything he wanted, the missing piece in his new life. The anchor he desperately needed, yearned to hold on to.

And to your flesh he clung, his lips making a path of light, but tentative kisses on the back of your hand, across your skin, up your arm.

“Young-il...” you breathed out his name a bit stunned by the whole sudden confession. At the sound, he felt his limbs tremble, his lips had reached your bicep and it wasn't until he kissed your shoulder that he opened his eyes so he could look at you with raw adoration, his breath joining yours at the closeness.

“I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. I won't let them touch a hair on your head” he promised, reassuring you, pulling you in, inviting you to slip into his orbit, “I just need you to trust me”

Your eyelashes grazed your cheeks as you blinked slowly, your hand rising to his shoulder, thumb brushing his neck, “How will you do that?”

“Trust me” he pleaded, staring at you for a few seconds before leaning down into you, both of his hands landing on your waist, holding you against him, his face nestled into your neck, he began to press his lips into your skin, kissing it. You close your eyes in utter pleasure, feeling yourself getting all aroused, suffocated by all the attention, the sweet words, his desire for you. 

“Would you do that for me?” he rasped out against your skin before kissing it, sucking lightly, “...hm?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, his lips rapidly kissing your throat, and suddenly, everything was him, his mouth, his breath, his hands squeezing your waist. Him... 

You lifted your chin, allowing him more access to the soft flesh of your neck, seductive lips exploring every inch of your skin.

“Yes”

“That's my girl” he cooed with tenderness, kissing your neck one last time before pulling away from it so he could look at you, not even letting you breathe the air that had slipped out of your lungs for the entirety of his doing, before he was kissing your lips like a starving man.

He breathed against your lips in between frantic open-mouth kisses. He almost felt himself melt as his ears were blessed by the delightful little noises leaking out of your mouth, panting and low moans escalating up your throat.

“Young-il…” you whispered his name, your voice sheepishly lowering as you noticed the look in his eyes, your hands clasped around his neck, fingers trembling from the thrill and sudden shame that shook you.

“Jump” he said, his tone of voice heavy with command, his hands reaching around your waist and down onto your ass to lift you up effortlessly onto the side of the sinks, balancing himself tight against you in between your legs, which wrapped around his hips and pressed him further into you, under an instinctive impulse.

You panted against his lips as you felt his erection against the inside of your thigh, his body eagerly surrendering to yours in desperation.

His commanding voice and face were something that really turned you on even more, if that was even possible. It wasn't usual for him to be this stern with you, he was usually like that with the other players, with strangers, always cautious, quiet and tactful, meticulous of his every step and every word.

“W-wait— we're going to fuck in h-here?” you somehow managed to asked in between frantic, breathless kisses, barely opening your eyes, catching him with an expression of raw lust, pupils fully dilated now.

Young-il smirked playfully, allowing you to catch your breath for a moment, hands caressing your skin appreciatively beneath the fabric of your shirt, before dropping down and laying on either side of you against the sinks, veins bulging against his skin, “You want to do it in the other room? I don't mind having an audience.”

His little tease and the way he tilted his head made you blush furiously, fingers nuzzling the back of his neck, curling between locks of his hair.

“The guard will hear us...” you tried to talk some sense into him, whispering quietly to him, leaning your head even closer, as if you were little kids sharing a forbidden secret.

But Young-il stood his ground, kissing your lips shortly, to reassure you, noticing the worry in your big eyes, “Don't worry about him, don't worry about anyone,” his hand snaked between your bodies, spreading your legs a little further apart, “He won't hear a thing, they never hear or see anything. Not if they are ordered not to”

One of his hands reached up, stroking your hair soothingly, sensing the softness of your locks between his fingers. You were perfect, perfect. And he just knew he could lose all track of time, if it meant letting himself fall into you, touching you, feeling you, worshipping you.

"Lift your hips for me, yeah?”

Obedient, you lifted your hips just a little, letting him pull the hem of your tracksuit pants down your legs, taking it out of the way of obstructing his path into you.

“I know you want this as much as I do, you don't have to say it,” he cheekily smiled, looking up at you once he had lowered your pants down until they were at the level of your ankles. On his journey upwards, he kissed the side of your leg, your knees and your thighs without taking his eyes off yours, he was ruthless and you looked so pretty to him.

“Your body speaks to me, it has spoken to me since the first game. I've noticed the way you look at me. You are a naughty girl.”

You heaved a sigh, closing your eyes and pulling your head back as his hand dipped into the center in between your legs, feeling the wetness of your panties and the heat, your cunt pulsing around nothing. Your hands, now on either side of you clasped onto the ceramics of the sinks, your back arching beautifully.

You can't help the way your body trembles, flutters and simply submits when his finger rubs your swollen clit through your panties, feeling your face and your whole body flush, feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment at the magnitude of his words and the enormity of all that was happening.

“Look at you,” he cooed, eyes locked on your pussy once he had pulled down your panties with precise but desperate motions, ran his index and middle fingers through your slick folds, making you moan, “you're soaking wet for me, just for my kisses? Fuck, you are so beautiful. My pretty, dirty girl. Letting herself be touched by a stranger.... but then again, not a stranger at all, hm?” his voice almost sounded mocking when it reached your ears, “I need to taste you,” his gaze moved up to your face, and he looked nearly pleading, he licked his lips in anticipation, fingers sinking just barely into the small entrance of your core, “may I?”

“Please—” You at once nodded feverishly, almost whimpering over the words that rushed into your throat, “Yes! Please, Young-il, please—”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, slouching closer, sinking right between your legs, his hands lingered around your knees, squeezing them against him with a possessive hold.

“In-ho” he corrected you, flushed against the skin of your inner thigh, pressing kisses along it, all too drunk already by your intoxicating scent, his mind going fuzzy with desire, the urge to make you his, “Call me In-ho”

You didn't even pause to doubt what he was telling you, Hell, you'd call him God if he asked you to. You were in the palm of his hand, on full display. His lips kissed your sex and you mentally thanked fate for putting you there, with him.

“Say it” he ordered, just before he plunged his tongue deep between your folds, knocking all the little breath left in your lungs. “Say my name, angel” the vibration of his voice against the most sensitive flesh of your body clenched the knot deep in the bottom of your belly.

“In-ho” you named him between shaky whimpers and little moans, like a prayer. One of your hands dropped to his head, fingers sinking into the black of his hair, tugging it and making him hiss against your cunt. “In-ho...”

In-ho, In-ho, In-ho...

“Good girl”

God.

He ate your pussy like it was his very last meal, lapping and drinking in everything you had to offer, every bit of wetness from you. The slurping noise burst through every wall of the bathrooms and suddenly, you didn't give a shit if the guard outside heard you, you didn't give a shit if all the guards heard you. 

They could be right there watching you, you couldn't care less, it wouldn't change the way you tugged at his hair, how your eyes rolled back and the way he was gazing up at you from below, kneeling perfectly between your legs as if they were the gates to heaven.

His tongue seemed familiar, his fingers squeezing your thighs, his eyes locked with yours, his lips kissing your sex with no breath, all the breath he needed was you. He didn't feel like a stranger, your body acquainted him, perhaps in another life. It all felt like deja vu, a reminiscence.

Your muscles tensed and he felt it through his tongue. You were about to cum, and your throat felt scratchy from all the moans and whimpers rasping through it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” he coaxed, pulling away from your cunt for just a couple of seconds, sneaking a hand in and pressing just barely at your entrance with a couple of fingers, kissing your clit and sucking it just right, “Yes you are,” he grumbled endearingly, his tongue tracing caresses all around your clit now, looking up at you.

“You're so tight” he marveled, watching in awe as your cunt eagerly attempted to suck in his fingertips, clenching and struggling to fit them. “Look at her, so eager... such a good girl, aren't you?” Once again he leaned into your clit, kissing, sucking and caressing it with his tongue, already too pussy drunk to stop. “Cum for me. Cum on my tongue, yeah, just like that”

“Holy shit, In-ho—” you hiccupped, feeling tears blur your vision, a wave of pleasure unleashing from deep in your belly. You moaned his name like a prayer, pressing his head closer to your cunt on an instinctive impulse, “Mmph!”

Maybe it was seeing his chin and mouth all dripping wet of you, or his dark, deep eyes marveling at how your pussy squeezed tight around his fingers, or his other hand sliding up under your shirt, finding one of your breasts and flicking your nipple. Maybe it was all of it, either way, you were cumming like you had never cum before. Your whole body was shaking and succumbing to the overstimulation. Succumbing to him.

In-ho gulped down everything you gave him like magic waters.

“You taste better than I imagined,” he confided, licking his index and middle finger as well, catching every trace there was of you that he could possibly consume as if it were honey.

Then, he kissed your pussy once more before standing up, sending shockwaves of electricity through your whole body with his touch, his hands settled on your hips, holding you so you wouldn't fall.

And he just smirked. He moved closer to you and kissed your mouth, making you savor your own taste through him, his hands appreciatively caressing your thighs, swiftly pulling up your panties back on.

“You're perfect, perfect,” he smoothed against your lips, his forehead leaning close to yours and he kissed you again, praising you, holding you tight in the afterglow of your orgasm, “My girl, my favorite girl, so good for me"

“We need to get back before someone starts to get suspicious,” he mumbled softly, helping you to your feet and pulling up your pants, always holding you with his hands and strong arms.

“B-but,” you retorted, your hands gripping his shoulders, still feeling your legs a little wobbly and unsteady, your dilated pupils and half-closed eyes following him as he arranged you, “I want to-”

He interrupted you, grinning warmly, stroking a lock of your hair away from your forehead before kissing your lips once more, as if closing a deal, a promise, “There will be time. Be patient, princess. We don't want the others to find out about my favoritism, do we?” seeing you still looking a bit confused, and still denying with your head, In-ho smiled playfully, “That would be very unprofessional of me, so this will be our secret”

This time you kissed him, sealing the secret.

[honey-tongued-devil]

[Arcane preference]reacting to their s/o calling them husband/wife for the first time

I’ve finished the first chapter of the long fic about Universe 7 (Anytime it rains). As soon as my second beta reader gives me the okay, I’ll post it. While I wait, I’ve written the first headcanon (out of three I’m definitely planning to write and post in the next few days) and picked up the drawing of Steb I’d left unfinished. I’m slow, as usual, but English isn’t my first language, and I’m juggling a lot of things at once. Enjoy!

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Jayce:

-This man is planning to put a ring on your finger as soon as possible, okay? -Between the academy, public appearances, and both theoretical and practical studies, there isn’t a single moment when he’s really in the right mindset to bring up the topic -The worst part is that, deep down, he’s terrified of putting pressure on you -That’s why, the first time he hears you refer to him as “my husband” during a gala with noble families, he almost chokes -He has to gather all his strength not to grab the interlocutor by the shoulders and ask if they also heard you say that word -He’ll try to keep his composure, maybe responding to your remark with, “Yes, exactly. Her husband really did say/do/design that.”

Viktor:

-It’s not a thought he’s ever really entertained; it never crossed his mind -Part of it is that science is his priority, and part of it is that marriage doesn’t seem like something meant for people like him, -The first time you call him “your husband”, that thought suddenly becomes real in his head, and he can’t help but lean against a wall and wait for the other person to leave -“So, I’m your husband now, huh? Mmm… I don’t mind, a bit pretentious, though…” he jokes, making you roll your eyes -Now, more than ever, he has no idea what to do. He’ll give you a bronze ring from a machine he’s building -“Until I can get one worthy of you.”

Ekko:

-Yes -That’s it -The end -Okay, seriously. The idea of being certain that something will last forever is probably his greatest wish -The first time you call him your husband, he doesn’t see it coming -“Wait, you’re married?” -“I was talking about you, Ekko.” -The moment you say it, he points to his chest, you see his lip tremble slightly, and his eyes grow shinier -He won’t stop talking about it for a week, and at least once a day, he’ll ask if you still want to marry him, if you’re sure, if you love him -No rings before S2; the promise is made by drawing something for each other on your masks and clothes -After S2, he still can’t afford a ring, but now that life is more stable, he can start thinking about a more traditional gift, like a piece of jewelry

Vander:

-This man is ravenous for any family role you might offer him—fiancé, father, husband. Anything goes -The first time you call him “husband”, he plays it cool but will seize the first opportunity to return the favor by telling a customer you’re married -As soon as he can, he’ll squeeze your hand, even under the counter -The idea of being married and having a complete family is everything he’s ever wanted -He won’t stop calling you “my beautiful wife/husband” from that moment on.

-You said it first; you can’t take it back. Now you have to get married

Silco (old man):

-This man’s only sin is loving too much, but I’ll save that reflection for another post -Having no ties other than his illegitimate daughter doesn’t make him someone who’s particularly keen on formalities -The first time you call him “your husband” is in front of Sevika, and he slowly turns to look at you, while she slowly turns to look at him -“Did I... miss something?” Sevika asks, but he doesn’t reply, still perplexed, before glancing at her and saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” -He’s relieved but doesn’t show it. He can’t afford to just yet -As soon as he confirms you were serious, your name will be flamboyantly forgotten—he’ll constantly refer to you as “my wife/husband”

Silco (young):

-The man who survives on love -The first time you call him your husband is in front of Vander, and while Vander bursts out laughing, Silco chokes on his drink -“Are you serious?” He’s so happy that his pale iris are completely swallowed by his dilated pupils -He grabs a pen and draws a ring around your finger -To his credit, he works in a mine, so it’s hard to do better than that, but it becomes the goal that keeps him going -Completely focused on family, the future, and anything that sees the two of you together and happy

Steb:

-The first time you call him your husband is at a dinner among enforcer families, and being mute doesn’t stop him from stealing the spotlight -He whips around, blinking slowly with only his third eyelid in a gesture of confusion -When he’s 100% sure he understood what you said, his eyes widen, the small membranes under his eyes flutter madly, and even the barely visible gills near his jaw gasp for a moment -Someone says, “I didn’t know you were married,” and he immediately nods enthusiastically, not giving you time to take it back -Within 48 hours, he’ll have the ring ready

Jinx:

-The first time you call her “your wife”, she freezes -“What did you just call me?” -She’s used to being a little sister, a big sister, a daughter—she’d never thought she could be a wife. Family ties aren’t chosen, but the idea that someone would want her in their life so much they’d marry her feels incredible -“You want to marry me? Really? Why?” -She bursts into tears, and it’ll take at least 24 hours of cuddling in bed to calm her down -After that, she’ll run to her father to announce that she’s now a married woman

Vi:

-She might not be Silco and/or Vander’s blood daughter, but she’s inherited their deep desire for family -From her family’s tragic fate to Vander’s, she’s always seen family as the ultimate aspiration -When you call her “your wife” for the first time, she doesn’t notice right away, but a full minute later, she whirls around to look at you, as if to ask for confirmation -“Say it again.” -“...You need to buy bread?” -“No, all of it.” -“My wife needs to go buy bread.” -“Again.”

-"My... wife?"

-"Again"

Caitlyn:

-Has she thought about it? Yes -Was she planning to act on it? Not exactly -Caitlyn struggles with emotions and feelings, which is why she hesitates and takes her time -But when you first call her “your wife”, her brain completely shuts off—she just stares at you, unable to hear a single word being said -If you or someone else asks her a question, she’ll snap out of it and respond, -“My wife/husband said everything.” Even if it makes no sense as an answer, making you laugh and leaving the other person baffled

Mel:

-Not a single flicker of surprise—the first time you call her “your wife”, she remains completely composed -“So, I’m your wife?” she asks as soon as you’re in private, approaching you like a feline. You can almost hear the purr in her voice -She’s amused but also intrigued by whatever game you’re playing -The idea of marriage is complicated for her—on one hand, it feels like it would limit her freedom to act, while on the other, unresolved family issues seem to devour her at the mere thought of starting a new cycle -She’ll tell you to go ahead, to get married, but she’ll also ask for time -In the meantime, though, she’ll start using the term “husband/wife” with you—she likes the way it rolls off her tongue

Sevika:

-Between the work she does, the environment she lives in, and all the interesting circumstances of her life, marriage has never been on her radar -Not to mention that in Zaun, it’s not exactly a common practice—people just move in together and build families when they can, without much fuss over formalities or bureaucracy -The first time it happens, she’s playing cards with the other goons, and you casually ask if “your wife is winning” -Her first reaction isn’t even hers—it’s the others’. Dustin, the blond goon with the lazy eye, almost starts crying, embarrassing her -Don’t worry, she’ll make you pay for it at home -She won’t ask to formalize anything, but in true Zaunite fashion, she’ll consider you married, plain and simple