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Red, White & You

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Enemies to lovers one shot)

Summary : Inspired by Bucky in the MCU becoming a congressman, I present to you this story which explained why he ended up becoming a politician. Sprinkled with some intense enemies to lovers moments, I hope you guys will like it ;)

By the way, I was already finished writing this when I realized he is a congressman and not a senator XD But I had no time to change it and I thought he was a senator in What If, so I decided to keep him as a senator here. Besides, running as a senator is more high stakes and high profile, which makes more sense for the story. Hope you guys will enjoy it ;)

Warning : some cursing, some non vulgar smut. If you're under 18, proceed with caution.

Word count : 7k

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The world had been broken before, but this time, it felt different.

After the Blip, after the battle against Thanos, after years of loss and chaos, people had tried to rebuild. But what did that even mean? The old systems didn't work anymore - if they ever had. The world wasn't just healing; it was searching, desperate for something new, something better. People needed hope. And not just the kind that came in the form of superheroes soaring through the sky. They needed real leaders, people they could trust, people who had seen the worst and still fought for something good.

The United States was no exception. The government was a mess, tangled in corruption and power struggles. The Senate was just another battlefield, full of the same egos and self-interest Bucky Barnes had spent a lifetime fighting against. He had no interest in joining that fight.

For the first time in decades, Bucky had found peace. He had spent years making amends, crossing names off his list, learning how to live with himself. The nightmares had faded, the weight of the Winter Soldier was no longer crushing him. And yet - what now? What did a man like him do when there was nothing left to run from? When his war was finally over?

He had thought about leaving the city, finding somewhere quiet where no one knew his name. But that wasn't who he was. Not really. He had fought too long to disappear now. He just didn't know where he was supposed to go next.

That answer came in the form of Sam Wilson and a woman who looked like she could topple empires with a single glance.

—--

Bucky had been a lot of things in his life - a soldier, a survivor, a man out of time - but a politician? Not a damn chance.

So when Sam knocked on his Brooklyn apartment door with a team of eager political strategists, all grinning like they had just won the lottery, Bucky was already bracing himself for whatever ridiculous pitch was about to come.

"No," he said flatly, arms crossed before Sam even had the chance to step inside.

Sam sighed, shoving the door open anyway. "Just hear me out..."

"No."

"Bucky... "

"Nope."

"At least let us sit down before you reject democracy entirely," a new voice cut in.

Bucky turned, and that was when he saw her.

Y/n L/n.

She was something out of a different world - polished, poised, and utterly unimpressed by him. Dressed in a perfectly tailored blazer, her sharp eyes scanned the room like she was already ten steps ahead. She carried herself with an air of certainty, like she had never lost an argument in her life. And maybe she hadn't.

She wasn't smiling. She didn't try to charm him. Instead, she strode inside, tossed a thick folder onto his coffee table, and said, "That's your polling data. You're already more popular than half the candidates in this race, and you haven't even announced. So, congratulations. You're running."

Bucky blinked at her. Then at Sam. Then back at her. "The hell I am."

"You are." She perched on the arm of his couch, all sharp edges and authority. She clicked her pen once. Twice. Like a metronome of impatience. "The American people like you. They trust you. You have a better shot than anyone else."

Bucky scoffed. "I don't even like politicians. Now I'm supposed to be one?"

"You don't have to like it," she said smoothly. "You just have to be better than the alternative."

Bucky exhaled sharply. He knew what she meant. There were too many corrupt, power-hungry bastards in Washington looking out for themselves, and Sam had spent months railing about the mess they were in. But that didn't mean Bucky had to be the one to fix it.

He turned to his best friend. "Sam. Seriously?"

Sam rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Look, man. I wouldn't be here if I didn't think you could do this. People need someone like you. Someone real."

Bucky stared at him for a long moment. His gut told him to walk away, tell them all to shove it. But something about the way Y/n was looking at him - calm, expectant, like she already knew the answer - made him pause.

"Give me two weeks," she said suddenly.

He frowned. "What?"

"Two weeks," she repeated. "If I can't convince you by then, I'll walk away."

Bucky narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust her. Too polished. Too confident. Too damn sure of herself. But he also knew Sam wouldn't have brought her here if she wasn't good. And if this was what it took to get her off his back...

"Fine. Two weeks."

Y/n smirked, shaking his hand. "You won't regret it."

Bucky already did.

—--

The next morning, his regret solidified when she showed up at his apartment at seven a.m.

She knocked once before letting herself in like she owned the place. "Rise and shine, Senator Barnes."

Bucky groaned, rolling over on his couch. "You can't just barge in here."

"You gave me your address."

"For meetings. Not home invasions."

"Tomato, tomahto." She dropped a suit bag onto his chair. "Wear this."

Bucky cracked one eye open to glare at it. "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Y/n gave him a once-over, unimpressed. "Unless you're planning to campaign as the poster boy for 'Brooklyn Man in Crisis,' you need a better look."

He sat up slowly, rubbing a hand down his face. "You're insufferable."

She grinned. "And you're going to be a senator."

God help him.

—--

Bucky should've known two weeks with Y/n would feel like two years.

From the moment she barged into his life, she was relentless. She had a plan, a schedule, and a level of energy he didn't know how to handle. She dragged him across the city, introducing him to people he supposedly needed to meet, and he hated every second of it - until he didn't.

The first stop was a veteran's shelter.

Bucky had no idea what she expected him to do here, but the moment he stepped inside, everything felt familiar. The smell of instant coffee and cheap floor cleaner, the low hum of a broken television in the corner, the weight of men and women carrying too much on their shoulders.

Y/n introduced him to Robert, a Vietnam vet in a tattered army jacket with a wheelchair that barely rolled.

"Barnes, huh?" Robert eyed him, unimpressed. "You got that soldier look."

"Yeah," Bucky admitted. "Got the baggage to match."

Robert huffed a laugh. "Join the club."

Bucky listened as Robert told him about the shelter's struggles - how the government aid barely covered meals, how the VA left calls unanswered, how the system forgot about the people who fought for it.

He was still listening when Robert shifted in his wheelchair, wincing as the wheel snagged against the floor.

Bucky crouched down. "What's wrong with it?"

"Damn thing's falling apart," Robert muttered. "VA won't replace it for another year."

Without thinking, Bucky rolled up his sleeves, inspecting the rusted bolts and worn-out bearings. "You got any tools?"

Robert looked surprised. So did Y/n. But ten minutes later, Bucky was on the floor, sleeves dirty, fingers working with muscle memory as he patched up the chair. When he tested the wheels and felt them glide smoother, he exhaled, satisfied.

Robert grinned. "Maybe you ain't just another pretty face after all."

Y/n's voice was quiet when she said, "I told you."

—--

The next stop was a family-owned diner on the verge of shutting down.

Linda, the owner, was in her late fifties, with tired eyes and a forced smile. She poured them coffee and explained how a chain restaurant opened two blocks away, stealing her customers and threatening to erase thirty years of her life's work.

Bucky saw the exhaustion in her hands as she gripped the coffee pot. The weight of running a business, trying to compete with corporations that had lawyers and loopholes.

"I don't wanna shut down," she admitted. "But I can't survive another year like this."

Y/n leaned forward. "If a senator fought for policies that actually protected small businesses instead of bending to corporations, would it make a difference?"

Linda scoffed. "It'd change everything."

Bucky watched the way Y/n studied Linda - how she genuinely cared. He was starting to understand that this wasn't just politics to her. It was about people.

And for the first time, he wondered if it could be for him, too.

—--

The last visit was to a single mother named Marissa.

She lived in a cramped apartment with peeling paint and a broken heater, raising two kids while working two jobs. She told them how childcare was so expensive that working barely made sense, how health insurance barely covered her son's asthma medication, how politicians always promised to help but never did.

When Bucky met her daughter, a five-year-old with bright eyes and tangled curls, she tugged on his sleeve.

"Are you a superhero?"

The question hit harder than he expected.

Bucky knelt to her height. "Not really."

"But you help people?"

He hesitated, then nodded. "Trying to."

She beamed. "Then you're a superhero."

And that? That stuck with him.

—--

That night, Y/n drove him back to his apartment.

She was quiet for the first time since he met her. When she finally spoke, her voice was softer. "So?"

Bucky exhaled. He still didn't trust the system. He still didn't want the spotlight. But tonight, he realized something - if he didn't do it, someone else would. And they might not give a damn.

He glanced at her, then out the window.

"I'll think about it."

Y/n smirked. "That's politician talk, Barnes."

He shot her a look. "Shut up."

She laughed. "You're already getting good at this."

—--

The next morning, Bucky woke up with the weight of yesterday still pressing on him. The stories he'd heard - the veteran struggling to get by, the small business owner drowning in red tape, the single mom working two jobs just to stay afloat - echoed in his mind.

He wasn't a politician. He wasn't a leader. Hell, he barely had his own life figured out. But something about yesterday wouldn't let go of him.

Y/n had been right about one thing - if he didn't step up, someone else would. And that someone might not care about the people who actually needed help.

By the time he made his way to the campaign office, she was already there, coffee in one hand, phone in the other, barking orders at an assistant who looked terrified.

Her eyes flicked to him the second he walked in. "Oh good, you're here. We have a lot to - "

"I'm in," Bucky said, cutting her off.

Y/n froze mid-sip. Blinked. Then, very slowly, a smirk spread across her face. "You're gonna have to say that again. For legal reasons."

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I said I'm in. I'll run."

She grinned like she'd just won the lottery. "God, I love being right."

Bucky sighed, already regretting this. "Don't make me change my mind."

"Oh, no chance, Barnes," she said, already reaching for a stack of folders. "Now sit down. We've got work to do."

And just like that, the fight began.

—--

Y/n had worked with stubborn candidates before, but Bucky took it to another level. He refused to follow a script, hated media training, and had an allergic reaction to the word fundraiser. He was a walking PR disaster waiting to happen.

"I'm not saying you have to lie," she argued, pacing the room as he leaned against a desk, arms crossed. "I'm saying you need structure. A message."

Bucky scoffed. "People don't want scripted bullshit."

"No, but they want confidence." She threw up her hands. "Do you think Captain America winged his speeches?"

His jaw clenched. "I'm not Steve."

She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. "No. But you're running for Senate. And senators speak to people."

"Yeah? Well, I'd rather speak like a human than a goddamn teleprompter."

She groaned in frustration. "You are impossible."

And he was. The same way he refused to wear a damn tie to the fundraiser she'd been planning for weeks.

"It's a tie, Barnes," she said, arms folded as she blocked his path.

"I hate ties."

"Oh, I'm sorry - are they strangling your delicate little neck?" she shot back.

He smirked. "You wishing you could strangle me, sweetheart?"

She made a strangled noise. "Yes!"

The tension between them simmered like a slow-burning fire, always waiting to explode.

And one night, it did.

—--

The office was dimly lit, the city skyline glowing through the windows. It was past midnight, and they were alone, trapped in yet another heated argument.

"This is not how you win a debate," Y/n snapped, throwing a folder onto the desk. "You need to stop acting like you can just wing it!"

Bucky's hands curled into fists. "I don't need a script to tell me how to care about people."

"No, but you need one so you don't screw yourself over." She stepped closer. "I don't understand how someone who actually gives a damn can be this stubborn."

"I don't understand how someone so smart can be this damn controlling."

Her breath hitched. He was too close.

The tension in the air shifted, something sharp and electric. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. Her pulse thrummed wildly.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then, with a growl, Bucky slammed his hands on the desk behind her, caging her in.

Y/n sucked in a breath. He was right there, inches away, heat radiating off him in waves. His blue eyes burned into hers, his jaw tight, his breathing ragged.

Her back pressed against the desk.

His fingers twitched like he wanted to grab her.

And then, just as suddenly, he stepped back.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

Without another word, he turned and stormed out.

Leaving her standing there, breathless, heart pounding, wondering what the hell just happened.

—--

Something changed after that night.

The fights didn't stop - but they became different. Less about proving each other wrong, and more about understanding.

Y/n started to see it - the way Bucky avoided scripted speeches, not because he didn't care, but because he felt too much. The way he hated fundraisers, not because he was lazy, but because he despised the idea of rich donors controlling politics.

And Bucky? He started to see it, too.

The way Y/n fought for his campaign like it was her own life on the line. The way she anticipated every obstacle before it happened. She wasn't just good at this. She was brilliant.

And for the first time, he realized - maybe she wasn't his enemy.

Maybe she was the reason he had a shot at winning at all.

—--

Bucky never imagined himself in politics. He wasn't cut out for speeches, handshakes, or the endless parade of fundraisers. But once he made a decision, he committed. And if he was going to run, he was damn well going to win.

Bucky officially entered the race, and the world took notice.

The media loved it. The New York Times called him The War Hero Washington Needs. Talk shows and political analysts couldn't stop talking about the ex-soldier-turned-senatorial candidate. Social media flooded with clips of him speaking - raw, unscripted, genuine. He had that rare quality that made people listen.

Y/n watched the madness unfold with a mixture of awe and annoyance.

Because as much as she hated to admit it, Bucky Barnes was a natural.

He was charismatic, self-assured, and - when he actually listened to her - practically unstoppable.

"Admit it," he teased after a particularly successful rally, leaning against her desk. "You thought I'd suck at this."

She gave him a flat look. "I still think you suck at this."

His smirk deepened. "The polls say otherwise, sweetheart."

She hated how much she enjoyed this.

But the honeymoon phase didn't last long.

—--

It started with a headline: "Can We Trust the Winter Soldier in Washington?"

Then came the stories. The grainy footage. The whispers of blood on his hands.

His opponents had been waiting for this moment.

They called him a terrorist. A murderer. They dredged up every dark piece of his past and plastered it across news stations and debate stages.

Bucky took it all in silence.

And then, one night, he walked into Y/n's office and dropped a newspaper on her desk.

"I'm done."

She stared at him. "Excuse me?"

He exhaled slowly, jaw tight. "They're never gonna let me move on. Doesn't matter how many people believe in me - this campaign is over."

Y/n clenched her fists. "So that's it? You're just quitting?"

His glare was sharp. "You think I don't want to fight? You think I don't want to - " He cut himself off, shaking his head. "I'm tired, Y/n."

She stood, slamming her hands on the desk. "You don't get to be tired."

Bucky blinked.

"You think I don't know what they're saying about you?" she continued, voice heated. "You think I don't see how much it gets to you? But you do not get to let them win."

His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

"You are not the Winter Soldier," she said fiercely. "Not anymore. And if you quit, you let them define you forever."

Bucky swallowed hard. "Y/n..."

"No." She shook her head. "You listen to me, Barnes. You want this. You deserve this. And I didn't waste my time dragging your stubborn ass into this race just for you to back out when it gets hard."

Silence filled the space between them.

Then, slowly, Bucky exhaled.

"...You really don't like losing, do you?"

She crossed her arms. "No. And neither do you."

A slow, tired smirk tugged at his lips.

"Fine," he murmured. "Guess we keep fighting."

—--

That night, after a brutal press conference where reporters refused to let up on his past, Bucky showed up at her office with a bottle of whiskey.

"I swear, if one more reporter calls you a brainwashed assassin... " she muttered, rubbing her temples as she watched the coverage.

"They're not wrong," Bucky muttered, pouring them both a glass.

She shot him a look. "They're not right, either."

He didn't respond. Just handed her a glass and sank onto the couch beside her.

For a while, they drank in silence. The city lights flickered outside the window.

"I never wanted to be a hero," Bucky admitted suddenly. His voice was low, tired. "Didn't ask for it. Didn't want it."

Y/n watched him carefully. "Then why are you doing this?"

His fingers tightened around the glass. "Because... you were right."

Her breath hitched.

He turned his head slightly, blue eyes locking onto hers. "I want this. Even if it's messy. Even if it's hard. I want to fight."

Y/n's chest tightened.

Slowly, she turned back to her drink. "I never wanted to fall for a candidate," she murmured.

Bucky froze.

Neither of them made a move.

A thick, charged silence settled between them, the weight of unspoken words pressing into the space where they sat. The dim glow of the office lamp flickered against the amber liquid in their glasses, but neither of them took another sip.

Bucky watched her carefully, the words settling between them like a live wire, humming with something unspoken.

His fingers tightened around his glass, knuckles pale. Then, in a voice rougher than before, he murmured, "I never wanted to fall for my campaign manager."

Y/n's breath hitched.

Bucky exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before letting out a dry, humorless chuckle. "But here we are."

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The air between them thickened, heavy with everything they weren't saying.

Finally, he exhaled, his fingers tapping against his glass. "I never wanted this either," he admitted, voice low. "But somehow... it feels like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be."

Y/n swallowed, gripping her glass a little tighter. "Good," she said quietly. "Because I don't work with quitters."

Bucky let out a breath that was almost a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, I figured that out."

For a moment, everything felt suspended in time - just the two of them, the campaign, the weight of their choices pressing down like an inevitability neither of them could escape.

Then, without another word, Bucky stood, downed the rest of his drink, and left.

The moment he was gone, Y/n exhaled sharply, setting her drink down with a clink.

Damn him.

Damn the way he looked at her. Damn the way he made her care.

She closed her eyes for a brief second, willing away the storm inside her chest. Because this was temporary. It had to be. The stakes were too high and they couldn't afford any mistakes. And being with him would be the biggest mistake she could ever make.

—--

The weeks leading up to the election blurred into a whirlwind of rallies, interviews, and endless strategy meetings. Every day felt like a battle, not just against the opposition, but against the weight of expectations, the relentless media cycle, and the ghosts of Bucky's past that refused to stay buried.

For Y/n, it was all-consuming. She barely had time to breathe, let alone sleep, her mind constantly spinning with talking points, damage control, and making sure Bucky didn't self-sabotage. He was brilliant, infuriatingly so, but he also had a habit of ignoring every carefully crafted plan she laid out for him.

And Bucky? He was exhausted, but he wouldn't admit it. The pressure of it all sat heavy on his shoulders, his name dissected in headlines, his past dragged through the mud. He knew this fight was bigger than him, but that didn't make it any easier.

And Y/n - Y/n was right there in the thick of it with him.

Which was why, when another long, brutal day finally broke them both, the tension snapped like a live wire.

"You have to stop going off-script!" Y/n snapped, shoving a stack of notes against his chest.

Bucky barely caught them before they scattered to the floor. His grip tightened, knuckles flexing as he let out a sharp exhale. "Maybe if your scripts didn't sound like a damn robot, I'd actually use them."

Her eyes flashed. "Oh, I'm sorry that actual, thought-out speeches aren't good enough for the great Bucky Barnes."

He stepped closer, his voice low, rough. "And I'm sorry you think I need a damn leash just to talk to people."

Y/n tilted her chin up, refusing to back down. "Someone has to keep you in line."

Bucky's jaw ticked, his fingers curling around the edge of the papers still pressed between them. Neither of them moved. Neither of them blinked. The tension was thick, electric, sparking between them like a live wire.

The stack of notes crinkled as his grip shifted, the paper caught between their hands the only thing keeping them apart. The way she was looking at him - heated, daring, like she wanted to push him further - made his pulse pound.

He wasn't sure who moved first. Maybe it was her, maybe it was him, but suddenly they were too close, the air between them charged.

Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed against hers, just barely, just enough to send a shiver up her spine.

His voice was quieter when he spoke again, but there was an edge to it, a slow, deliberate weight. "You think you can handle that?"

Y/n swallowed, her throat bobbing. She should've stepped back. She should've put distance between them. Instead, she held her ground, her breath quickening as his gaze flickered down, tracing the curve of her lips before dragging back up to meet her eyes.

Her pulse hammered.

His fingers flexed.

The moment stretched, thick with something neither of them were willing to name.

Then - just as suddenly as it had come - Bucky stepped back. The papers slipped from his grip, falling to the floor between them.

Y/n exhaled sharply, blinking away whatever that had just been.

Bucky smirked. "See you at the fundraiser, sweetheart."

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, heart pounding, hands trembling, and mind racing with a thousand thoughts she had no business thinking.

Damn him.

Damn the way he looked at her, the way his voice got all low and rough when he was trying to push her buttons. Damn the way he smelled - clean and sharp, something like cedarwood and stubbornness. And damn the way her body reacted every time he got too close.

She shook herself, gathering the fallen papers with sharp, jerky movements. She didn't have time for this.

But ignoring it was easier said than done.

—--

The tension between them didn't fade after that night. If anything, it got worse.

The next morning, they had a meeting at headquarters. Y/n arrived early, coffee in hand, already scanning through the latest poll numbers. She didn't even notice when Bucky walked in - at least, not until he leaned over her chair, close enough that she felt the heat of him against her back.

"Black coffee, no sugar?" His voice was amused as he plucked the cup from her hands.

She turned, scowling. "Excuse me?"

He smirked, taking a slow sip - too slow, too deliberate. "Just making sure you're not poisoning me."

She huffed, yanking the coffee back. "Please. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't waste a perfectly good coffee to do it."

Bucky chuckled, that low rasp of his sending a flicker of heat down her spine. But she refused to let him see how much he got under her skin.

Unfortunately, that was becoming harder by the hour.

At the next campaign stop, it was even worse.

They had a rally in the city, and Y/n was supposed to be watching from backstage, making sure everything ran smoothly. But then Bucky, in all his reckless glory, decided to go off-script again, throwing in some charming, impromptu remarks that had the crowd eating out of his hand.

She stood there, arms crossed, biting the inside of her cheek. Damn him for being good at this.

When he finally walked offstage, flushed from the adrenaline, grinning, she grabbed his arm, dragging him into a quiet hallway.

"You cannot keep doing that," she hissed.

Bucky arched a brow. "Doing what?"

She groaned. "Going off-script! Improvising! Making my job impossible!"

He smirked, stepping closer. "Oh, sweetheart. If you think this is me making your job impossible, you should see me when I'm actually trying."

Her breath caught.

He was close. Too close. His eyes dark, locked onto hers, his lips curled in that cocky little grin that made her want to slap him - or maybe kiss him.

The worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing.

Y/n squared her shoulders, refusing to back down. "Just - stick to the damn speech next time."

Bucky tilted his head, studying her, then smirked. "No promises."

—--

By the time the night of the fundraiser arrived, the tension between them was unbearable.

Y/n had spent the whole evening pretending not to notice the way Bucky looked in that perfectly tailored suit - how the fabric hugged his broad shoulders, how his tie was just slightly loosened like he couldn't be bothered to be fully put together. He looked unfairly good, and worse, he knew it.

She was doing a great job avoiding him, too. Right up until they ended up in the elevator together.

Alone.

The doors slid shut with a quiet chime.

The air immediately felt too thick, the space too small.

Bucky leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, watching her with that slow, assessing look that always made her insides twist.

"You've been avoiding me," he said.

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms. "I've been busy."

He smirked. "Uh-huh."

Silence stretched between them. The hum of the elevator filled the space, the soft, distant chatter of the fundraiser slowly reached them as they ascended.

Then - Bucky shifted.

Not much, just a slight push off the wall, a subtle step closer. But it was enough.

Y/n's breath hitched.

His gaze dropped - to her lips, then back up, slow, unhurried. The air between them was thick, humming, electric.

He reached out, just barely brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was barely there, the tips of his fingers ghosting against her skin.

Y/n swallowed hard.

"Careful, Barnes," she murmured, forcing a smirk. "People might start thinking you actually like me."

His lips quirked, but his voice was lower when he replied. "What if I do?"

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

The elevator chimed.

The doors slid open.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

Bucky stepped back, smirking as he gestured for her to exit first.

"After you, sweetheart."

Y/n exhaled sharply, forcing herself to walk forward like her knees weren't about to give out.

Damn him.

Damn herself.

And damn whatever the hell this was between them.

Because it wasn't going away.

If anything, it was getting worse.

Then came the moment of his speech at the fundraiser.

A disaster.

Bucky went completely off-script again, saying something reckless about corporate donors that had Y/n seething.

"Are you insane?" she hissed the moment they stepped off stage, grabbing his arm. "You just alienated half the people funding this campaign!"

He yanked his arm away. "I told the truth! You should try it sometime."

Y/n's nails dug into her palm. "You think this is some noble fight? This is politics, Barnes!"

"Yeah?" He turned on her, stepping way too close. "And?"

The air thickened.

They were too close.

His chest brushed hers. Her breath hitched.

His jaw was tight, his breathing uneven, and his eyes - god, his eyes burned, locked onto her with a mix of frustration and something darker, something that made her stomach flip.

Her pulse pounded.

Then, his gaze dropped.

She saw it.

The flicker of hesitation. The war happening in his head.

And then, in the next breath, he snapped.

Bucky grabbed her wrist, yanked her into the nearest dark room, and slammed the door shut.

"Hey - "

But she never finished the sentence.

Because Bucky was on her.

His hands gripped her waist, her back hitting the wall with a quiet thud. His body pressed against hers - heat, tension, the sharp inhale she barely had time to take before his mouth crashed into hers.

Messy.

Desperate.

Like weeks, months of biting back every unspoken thought had finally exploded.

His hands were everywhere - skimming her ribs, gripping her hips, fingers digging in like he needed to anchor himself. Y/n gasped against his lips, her own hands yanking at his tie, pulling him closer, closer, closer...

His teeth scraped against her bottom lip, pulling a soft sound from her throat that made him groan, low and rough.

"Fuck," he muttered against her mouth, his forehead dropping against hers for a fraction of a second. His breathing was ragged, his grip on her tight.

Y/n swallowed, chest rising and falling against his.

This was bad.

This was reckless.

But then Bucky's lips traced along her jaw, hot, open-mouthed kisses dragging down the side of her neck, and suddenly she didn't give a damn.

Her head tilted back, hands gripping his shirt, her own breath shuddering when his tongue flicked against her pulse point.

"Bucky," she whispered.

His body tensed.

And then - just as quickly as it started - he pulled back.

Like he was waking up from a dream.

Like the weight of it all had just come crashing down.

Silence.

Harsh, panting breaths.

The air between them was still charged, thick, suffocating. But something had shifted.

Bucky's hands lingered on her waist. His thumb brushed her blouse - once, twice - before he stepped back.

His jaw was tight. His expression unreadable.

And then... he kissed her again.

This time slower, deeper.

Not just frustration. Not just tension.

This was giving in.

Y/n whimpered as his hands found her thighs, lifting her against the wall. Her skirt rode up, his fingers digging into bare skin as her legs locked around his waist.

Her mind screamed at her to stop.

But then his mouth was back on her throat, his hips rolling against hers, and any thought of stopping vanished.

It was fast.

Clothes pushed aside, hands desperate, mouths bruising.

A slip.

A mistake.

A perfect, shattering mistake.

And when it was over, when their breathing slowed and the reality of what they had done settled between them, Y/n found herself staring at the ceiling, trying to steady her pulse.

Bucky was silent.

Then, with a deep breath, he pulled away.

Fixed his shirt. Straightened his tie.

Y/n swallowed, smoothing down her skirt with trembling fingers.

They didn't speak.

Didn't look at each other.

And when Bucky finally reached for the door, he paused - just for a second.

Then he left.

Y/n exhaled sharply, staring at the empty space where he'd just been.

She didn't move for a long time.

And just like that, they went back to the way they used to be.

As if nothing had changed.

Even though everything had.

—--

The next morning, Y/n sat stiffly at her desk, her fingers gripping a pen she hadn't used in minutes.

Bucky stood across from her, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

They didn't talk about it.

Didn't dare.

But the air was different now - charged, restless, crackling with something unsaid.

Every glance stretched too long. Every breath felt too shallow.

And every touch - accidental, fleeting - was a live wire.

Y/n felt it when his fingers skimmed her wrist in a meeting, the warmth lingering far too long.

Bucky noticed the way her breath hitched whenever he leaned in close, the way her pupils dilated when he said her name.

They should stop.

They really should.

But neither of them did.

—--

Sam noticed.

Of course he did.

One night, after a particularly tense briefing, he pulled Bucky aside, arms folded, expression heavy with suspicion.

"You and Y/n."

Bucky blinked. "What about us?"

Sam scoffed. "Don't play dumb. I see it."

Bucky clenched his jaw.

"You wanna throw your whole campaign away for this?" Sam pressed, voice low. "Because if this gets out..."

"It won't."

Sam exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Man, I know you. And I know her. And whatever this thing is, it's dangerous."

Bucky said nothing.

Because he knew.

The warning sat heavy in his chest long after Sam walked away.

He knew the risks. Knew what was at stake. But none of that changed the way his pulse jumped every time Y/n was near. It didn't erase the memory of her lips, the way she had fit against him, the way her breath had trembled when he dragged his mouth down her throat.

It didn't erase the way she had looked at him after - like she knew it was a mistake but still wanted more.

They hadn't spoken about that night.

Hadn't touched again.

Hadn't let themselves want again.

At least, that was the lie they told themselves.

Because it was there.

In every stolen glance. In the way their fingers brushed too long when she handed him a file. In the way her voice softened, just a fraction, when she called him Barnes.

In the unbearable, suffocating tension that neither of them dared to break.

Bucky wasn't sure how much longer he could take it.

But with the final debate looming and the weight of the entire campaign pressing down on them, there wasn't time for mistakes.

—--

Bucky had faced war. He had taken down enemies, survived impossible missions, and fought battles no man should have walked away from. And yet, standing in Y/n's office, just hours away from the final debate, he felt something he hadn't in a long time.

Fear.

Not the kind that crept up on you in the dead of night, whispering reminders of past sins. No, this was different. This was the fear of failure. The fear of losing.

He wanted to win now - not just for the people, not just to prove to himself that he was more than his past, but for her.

For the woman who had dragged him into this campaign, who had fought for him even when he gave her every reason not to. The woman who had challenged him, frustrated him, made him feel alive in a way he hadn't in years.

And now, she sat behind her desk, arms crossed, watching him with that sharp gaze that always saw right through him.

"You're nervous," she said.

Bucky scoffed, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm not."

"You're pacing."

"So?"

"You never pace."

He stopped, exhaling sharply before turning to her. "I don't want to let you down."

That caught her off guard. Her brows lifted slightly, and she hesitated before speaking. "Me?"

Bucky clenched his jaw, his voice rougher than he intended. "Yeah, you. You're the reason I made it this far. You fought for me when I didn't deserve it. You believed in me. So yeah, I need to win this."

Y/n stood slowly, stepping around the desk until she was right in front of him. Close enough for him to smell the faint scent of her perfume, the one that had tormented him for months.

"Then get it together, Barnes."

His eyes darkened. "Barnes?"

Her lips curved slightly, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. "Until you prove you can actually stay controlled."

Something inside him snapped.

One second, they were standing inches apart. The next, Bucky had her backed against the desk, his hands gripping the wood on either side of her, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.

Y/n's breath hitched, but she didn't back down. If anything, she leaned in, eyes locked onto his.

His nose brushed against hers, his lips hovering dangerously close, teasing.

"Control, huh?" His voice was rough, low, sending a shiver down her spine. "That what you want?"

Y/n swallowed, her resolve wavering for the first time. "Show me."

Bucky's grip tightened on the desk, his knuckles white. His whole body ached for her, months of tension reaching a breaking point. But instead of giving in, he pulled back at the last second, his breath ragged.

"Tomorrow," he murmured, his voice full of promise. "After I win."

And with that, he stepped away, leaving Y/n breathless and gripping the edge of the desk for support.

—--

The auditorium was packed. Cameras lined the back of the room, reporters perched on the edge of their seats, the audience buzzing with anticipation.

Bucky sat backstage, rolling his shoulders, exhaling slow, measured breaths. He could still feel Y/n's presence beside him, could feel the tension crackling between them like a live wire.

"Ready?" she asked, voice steady.

He looked at her then, really looked at her.

She was the reason he was here. The reason he wanted to win.

Instead of answering, he reached out, his fingers brushing hers for the briefest moment. A silent promise.

Then he stepped onto the stage.

The debate was a bloodbath.

His opponent came swinging, throwing every dark piece of his past at him - the assassinations, the destruction, the years of being the Winter Soldier.

But Bucky didn't flinch.

He looked straight into the cameras, into the eyes of every person watching, and he owned it.

"Yes, I have a past. A dark one. A violent one. And I've spent every day since fighting to make up for it. But I am not that man anymore. I am a soldier. A survivor. And I will fight for you the way I fought for my own redemption."

The crowd erupted.

His opponent was left speechless.

And Y/n - standing just offstage - watched him with something she had never seen before.

Pride.

—--

The announcement came hours later.

James Buchanan Barnes had won.

The victory party was chaotic. Reporters swarmed, cameras flashed, and people cheered his name. Music blared, champagne flowed, but Bucky barely heard any of it.

His focus was on her.

Across the room, Y/n was talking to a group of campaign staffers, but she felt his stare, turning to meet his eyes.

And that was all it took.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a dimly lit hallway, away from the noise.

She barely had time to react before his lips was on hers.

It was desperate. Months of tension, of late nights, of stolen glances and almosts - all of it exploded in that kiss.

Y/n gasped against his lips, her hands fisting in his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

He groaned, hands gripping her waist like he'd never let go.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, he smirked down at her. "Told you I'd win."

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the way her heart raced.

"Shut up, Senator Barnes."

Bucky chuckled, his grip tightening on her waist. "Say it again, sweetheart."

She huffed, but there was no real bite behind it. Instead, she grabbed his tie - and yanked him down to her level, their noses brushing.

"You're insufferable," she muttered, but the way her fingers lingered against his jaw told a different story.

Bucky grinned, tilting his head like he was considering something. "You love it."

Y/n didn't dignify that with a response. Instead, she kissed him again, slow and deep, like a promise.

The victory, the campaign, the chaos of the night - it all faded.

Here, in this quiet hallway, it was just them.

Just the two of them, pressed close, breathing the same air, caught in something neither of them could deny anymore.

Bucky traced his fingers down her arm, his touch deliberate, reverent. "You realize," he murmured, "this means you're stuck with me."

Y/n arched a brow, lips curving. "Oh, I've been stuck with you for months, Barnes. The real question is - " she dragged a hand over his chest, toying with the lapels of his jacket - "what are you going to do now?"

His smirk softened into something deeper, something real. "Keep fighting," he said simply. "For this. For you."

Y/n's breath caught, but before she could respond, his lips found hers again, slower this time, savoring.

The world outside could wait.

Tonight, they had already won.

#sebastian stan #sebastianstan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #james buchanan bucky barnes #the winter soldier #winter soldier #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fanfiction #buckybarnes

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 months ago

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No see, the Trio was already somewhat known internationally, due to Dekiru's work overseas, and people that follow her know about them and their history. But it does EXPLODE after the incident because now? People all over the World are using it as an example of how one should act when in a relationship and someone comes up to seduce them.

Poor Shindo (sorry dude, I needed someone) never does recover from the rejection. Shouldn't have asked during the annual gala dinner, where the press could record it.

The Trio keeps an eye on the more obsessive fans just to make sure that it doesn't escalate violently, especially after Tomoe and Aiko are adopted.

Hagakure's girlfriend just shows up at the gates, and they proceed to have a very cute romance. Monoma on the other hand, has to wait since his future girlfriend is already in America, and none of the pictures shown of them together showed her face or name due to being a civilian. (Hagakure's girlfriend was already known, so they don't have that issue.)

The 'Bigot' line's success came as a surprise to many of the older generation. But after the first few were sold out, and they started accepting submissions from fans, they understood that it was a way of fighting back against the everyday microaggressions they faced.

There is a page where fans can submit pictures of them wearing the T-shirts. Shouji has cried more than once looking at them.

And then the older Heroes join as well! Hawk's 'You and I? Yeah, we're NOT Birds of a Feather.' and Mirko's 'This cute wittle wabbit is going to KICK YOUR ASS!' are very popular. As well, those with minor mutations join, Jirou's contribution goes 'Hmm? I didn't hear you, can you repeat that?' (I wanted one of Mina but everything I come up with sounds super self-absorved 🫠)

'The Real Human' line crashed before even launching, mostly because after it was announced, 'Bigot' launched a limited edition T-shirt with, 'If you weren't a Bigot, you wouldn't be so pressed about this T-shirt.'

Shindo kind of does go 'Well come on, you miss every shot you don't take. But a no is a no." So he ends up a symbol of consent which he's happy about. He still doesn't live it down.

There was one big nasty moment where a fan tried to claim she was the bio parent of Aiko in order to get close to them, but it was rebuffed.

It wasn't pleasant, though.

Hagakure and her girlfriend gained an early following. They're just amazing together, and it's obvious that they'll become so well known in the future. Monoma's girlfriend is trying to find an email for him while watching a livestream.

Everyone has cried hard about the pictures. It makes it all the more real in the end.

Gang Orca has one "Out to sea to leave you Bigots behind." Mina has, "Sorry, this Acid isn't Neutralized by a Base Bigot."

Yes, that so happens and it is beautiful. Just, nope, doesn't work out. Sorry/not Sorry.

Nezu happily helps launch the shirts and has one saying 'I'm not Human, and I don't care about Bigots."

#bnha #bnha au #the iidamomodeku au

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bellspun · 2 months ago

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can you tell us more about hong gildong? what are your favorite aspects of his character? how do you envision him to look?

Of course!

Hong Gildong isn't my favorite per se (truth be told, I'm more interested in Memoirs of Lady Hyegyeong but that's an entirely different story!lol), so do take my word with a grain of salt, but he, essentially, is a Korean Robin Hood as popular opinion suggests—provided he's more of a Korean Robin Hood with mythological powers (such as teleportation, summoning spirits, and being able to make copies of himself with straw.., sounds super OP right LOL)

Do be warned some sensitive topics come up, albeit very, very briefly, so proceed with caution!

Everything he achieves is pretty much done before he even reaches adulthood 😅 He kills his assassin Teukjae and forms a rebellion against Joseon all within his preteen years and I find that really funny HAHA. In this way, Hong Gildong is portrayed as the perfect hero—consider him a Gary Sue if you must—and the only thing stopping him would be his low-born status as an illegitimate son of a high-class minister ++ how Joseon society viewed children of such.

That is probably one of my favorite aspects of him! Hong Gildong is somewhat of a tie between the high and low class of Joseon, and his rebellion alone (though he is no mindless criminal, he's loyal to the Confucian doctrine but disagrees with the injustice his status) signals a new turn for the country political or otherwise. I could get deep into character analysis considering whether his dislike for said injustice is only when he happens to be on the wrong side of it, or his turn against the state is rooted in his desire to become a high-class minister ++ be allowed to "call his father his father, or his brother his brother" but I'll refrain, lest this post become longer than it is!

( Is he selfish for never applying his eye for unfairness in his household—for she was a concubine unwillingly, a prisoner trapped in her cell in other words, who made no effort to escape from it after Gildong was born—and rather only focus on the Joseon state as a whole (which appears to be justice for everyone at face value, and it could be! but is more a reflection of his aspiration to become a government officer or official—something he was denied since birth because of his illegitimacy?) Perhaps! And it makes him incredibly unlikeable to some, but that's what makes him a fun and complex character:) )

As for looks, I think he'd look like your average low-class Korean man!lol. He is described to be exceptional in every way, and I'm sure that could also apply to appearance, but generally I view him to have dark hair and eyes, etc etc. Maybe taller than average to accentuate that "exceptional" bit? Youthful too :) Common practice is to see him in blue traditional wear and yellow hat/bandana apparently, but that I will have to double check

I apologize for the long post! thank you so much for the ask ^^ I hope this answered your questions. Forgive me if things sound off, I'm half asleep!lol ❤️❤️

#hong gildong jeon #hong gildong #korean literature #bellspuns qna

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peachymilkandcream · 1 year ago

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Fraud|Part 4|Yandere All Might x Hero!Reader

(A/N: I love doing yanderes who have a lot of political power. Both All Might and Levi can basically get away with anything because they have a reputation that proceeds them. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, etc.

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When you're the Number One hero it's never hard to find someone willing to do whatever it takes to get in the good favor of the Symbol of Peace. Anyone would kill to be so recognized by Japan's hero.

With this came some rather deranged fans who would do even more than most because of their deep devotion and infatuation with the hero. Some women would call to him on the streets while others were willing to lie, steal, and manipulate if it meant the Toshinori noticed them.

Which is where he found the perfect woman to execute his plan.

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Just killing the man would do nothing in the long run. Some women swore off love forever if the person they considered their soulmate happened to die, or they would always long for the one who's life was cut short too soon. And what Toshinori needed was for her to fall for him, that way she would be easier to manipulate.

Breaking her entire image of this man was what needed to happen. To make her believe that all men except for him were truly horrible and deplorable people.

Then she would find safety in the only one who was truly kind and good to her.

The most gorgeous women followed All Might like he was a god, so when he approached a young woman and have her seduce Shade's significant other in exchange for promised intimacy later, she jumped at the opportunity. Both women were out of this scum's league, but there was no doubt he would choose what he perceived as the prettier of the two.

Deep down All Might felt a twinge of guilt, forcing this woman to go through such pain to get what he wanted was truly deplorable. But if the man willingly cheated on her then All Might was simply saving her time.

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Shade had noticed something was off with her boyfriend for a while. Her and Hunter had moved to Japan from America when they were determined to make their relationship work after they both believed that they had better chances at becoming pros in Japan. Both of them were pros, with him having a bit more popularity than she, something he often reminded her of. But they had been happy, which is why his coldness to her now was immediately raising alarm bells.

Hunter usually demanded sex, getting frustrated with her whenever she was too tired on just generally not in the mood. However as of late he hadn't been asking or demanding it at all. Only when she initiated did he even touch her.

And then there was his phone, always on it, always smiling and texting someone she didn't know. Shade had to give Hunter her passcode so he could ensure she didn't cheat, however when she asked he told her to shut her mouth.

Suspicion and jealous rose up in her. "Who're you talking to babe?" She asked casually.

"Just a buddy of mine." His smile vanished.

"About what?"

"Nothing, damn, can't you leave me alone?" He rolls his eyes and goes back to the screen.

She was probably getting worked up over nothing, Hunter said he loved her so why would she need to be worried about what he was doing?

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Days turned into weeks of staying out late and mysterious messages and phone calls, and all the while Shade continued to force herself to believe all was well. Everything would be fine in the end. It would all work out okay.

Until she came home early.

Heroes never followed a very scheduled day, different jobs and situations called for unpredictable hours. Especially for a hero trying to make it.

But with the recent strangeness of Hunter, Shade wanted to make an effort to ensure it wasn't her not giving her all into the relationship. So she made a point of coming home early to surprise him. Nails and hair done in a new dress, something sexy in her shopping bag. All to show him she cared.

She shouldn't known what she would find when the door creaked open and she heard the noises. But the morbid curiosity forced her to walk the hall to their bedroom, where the creaking and moans filled her ears.

Shade pushed the door open, feeling numb as she saw another woman riding the dick of her boyfriend.

#fraud #all might mha #yandere all might #all might x you #all might bnha #mha #bnha #bnha toshinori #mha toshinori #yandere all might x reader #toshinori yagi x reader #toshinori x reader #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi x you #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha x reader

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verdemoun · 11 months ago

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did the gang find out about macsummers in modern or canon times?

i have given up on answering asks in order i answer asks in order of the giggles they give me

the girlies of the gang all knew in canon era. karen, mary-beth, jenny, and tilly were all actively shipping them and directly responsible for sean realizing lenny was actually flirting with him. god knows if sean would have ever connected the dots in either era without them (to be fair lenny was flirting in that 19th century 'could be murdered in the street if he was outed' and spending adolescence in reform school did not help sean in learning how to understand subtext and contextual clues)

also please imagine lenny 19th century educated man flirting. thinking he's so smooth laying it on maybe a little too thick teaching sean to read starting with the happy prince, sean mentions it offhandedly to mary-beth who proceeds to choke on her coffee because She Knows

lenny and sean being together was such a core part of the quartet's dynamic that when lenny found jenny in modern era and said 'and sean's here too' jenny let out a sigh of relief because she was not putting up with lenny's lenny-ness on her own before going 'no oops that sounded fucked i'm super sad he died but also yay sean's here'

hosea is just side-eyeing them suspiciously for a few weeks because "HMM they seem awful co-dependent in a way i had not noticed in canon era. maybe it's trauma bonding? maybe they're clinging to their friendship more than they did in canon era to cope with oh god damn us all they're fucking aren't they"

bessie just tilts her head slightly in confusion "darling i know you were slightly distracted at the time but did you not see the way they embraced when they saw each other? i am almost certain this is not a new occurrence"

also shoutout to bessie who despite being a 50+ year old history lecturer who no one would expect to be in the know she very politely sat the boys (and her husband) down powerpoint presentation style to explain modern era queer lexicon like for the love of all that is holy please do not use the terms sodomite or pederast they have CHANGED MEANING (the term homosexuality wasn't considered popularized in america until 1906 like she would have had to explain... so much)

arthur was very confused because look he's a little behind the 8 ball at times and just assumed karen and sean + lenny and jenny would become things, moreso than actually taking issue with anyone's sexuality. they obviously all suffer from heteronormativity

and of course how much identities and terminology changed from 1999 to 2011 (when most of the gang got there) lenny spent a good two years unironically identifying as moronsexual

sean's dyslexic ass having to learn the acronyms he thought BLTs were gay sandwiches for weeks pray for him (he still calls them gay sandwiches in private and they are a staple of the macsummers household)

it took so long to get used to gay meaning queer instead of happy. still slip up and say they're feeling gay when someone asks how they're going then backpedaling wait no well yes but you didn't need to know that i Was in a great mood

most of the gang didn't really react - they ALL knew about hosea and dutch 'reading' in canon era so if it was going to be an issue it would have come up then. just 'oh cool good for you guys what the hell is with miniature moving picture box in the house are we rich'

bill was the only one who even questioned it? looking at all these same-sex couples discreetly wondering aloud if in the future it was the norm ('without' a hint of optimism in his voice) because i, the author, accidentally made them all very not cishet

maeve at the tender age of 4 looked this bear of a man in the eyes and called him a faggot (she picked it up from the gang using it affectionately)

bill had no idea what that meant but he did know it was something at his expense

#rdr2 timewarp au #sean macguire #lenny summers #macsummers

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fortheloveofarchons · 4 months ago

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How A Fish Finds Solace (from Ao3)

A chapter where you have a deep talk with Daisuke, and proceeds to take drugs together (ate a fuck ton of candy)

Full chapter is on the link down below (bc my tumblr is acting up like my dog)

In the past, where you bonded with Daisuke...

It’s been a month on the Tulpar. And things seem to be smooth.

You were able to get along with everyone– well, most of them. Your Captain Curly (bless his soul), has always been supportive towards everyone, including you. Nurse Anya has always been attentive to everyone’s health. For someone who has said to have failed medical school multiple times, she was like a bird in flight when it came to attending injuries and wounds, making something so impossible for others appear easy and natural.

As for Swansea, he always sounded groggy like you interrupted his post-drinking nap. Or maybe he took too many fucks from everything wrong with the Tulpar and Pony Express. He’s a tough nut to crack, but that’s alright. You’ve always liked the grumpy, strict teachers more than the charismatic ones that always laughed at the popular kids’ jokes.

People like Swansea are predictable and keep the rules at all times, after all.

And for Daisuke… Surprisingly, it’s a bit difficult for you to get along with him.

He’s like… a younger version of Captain Curly.

Captain Curly’s happiness is like a big ball of sunshine, and Daisuke's is like the flowers that open when the sun comes out. Tanned complexion, dyed brown hair, almond-shaped brown eyes… You can’t help but wonder if Daisuke’s one of the popular kids back in high school.

Sure, it sounds like a good thing that there’s another peppy one on board.

Yet… maybe it’s the way his smile is more spastically. The kind of smile that is soft, close-lipped.

Maybe it’s the way he’d step his foot on the ground while he’s sitting, and his fingers would sometimes tap against his thigh in a rhythm.

Maybe it’s the way his eyes would become dull, as though his mind was wrapped in wool, softening the edges of reality.

You’ve thought of asking him, yet… years of living under your parents have taught you that it’s best to not ask too much.

One question and it’ll trigger a flood, or rather, an argument.

If he wants to talk about it, he’ll talk about it if he’s open with it. Besides, we have Nurse Anya here, after all.

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When you said to yourself that he’ll talk about it on his own terms, you did not expect it to be the next day.

The two of you are the only ones left during dinner, savouring the warm, carbonara chicken pasta in your stomach. Captain’s always been a fast eater, as evident on how tight his uniform looked on his arms and chest. Nurse Anya mentioned reading a psychology book earlier, so she left early. As for Swansea, he… left too, grumbling and mumbling something about incompetence.

You then remembered that you accidentally overheard Swansea giving Daisuke a loud lecture about basic wiring this morning, which you assumed that Daisuke must’ve accidentally messed up the connecting strips of copper. You didn’t see it, but you could hear it all.

The room was quiet… Too quiet.

Aside from the soft clinking of metal fork against porcelain plates.

You swallowed, stealing a quick glance at the intern with a Hawaii shirt before looking away immediately.

“Co-pilot?”

You turned your head way too quickly at him. “Hmm???”

“Do you think… Swansea doesn’t like me?” Daisuke asked, his voice casual, polite.

“Oh, well– I don’t think so.” You said too quickly, your voice coming out thinner than you intended. “He’s like this with everyone, even me. It’s just one of his principles, so don’t worry too much about it.”

“It’s just…” You noticed that Daisuke barely touched his plate of pasta, and the only thing he ate were the chopped up chicken bits. “It feels like Swansea is much harsher with me. I mean– I get why, but still…”

A few beats pass until you realise that it seems that Daisuke’s been scolded by Swansea more than a few times.

“Daisuke, I’ll tell you one thing. It’s a good thing that Swansea’s scolding you.”

“Huh?” Daisuke almost dropped his fork onto the table. “Why?”

“I mean–” Your ears become warmer. “It’s just– The fact that Swansea’s willing to teach you a lot of things proves that he does care about you as an intern. I’ve been on this kind of internship before, and let me tell you– No one really cared, I barely learned anything aside from making coffee orders and arranging folders.”

Ah, this brought back memories. Memories where you were unfortunately seen as a lackey, not as someone who’s willing to learn for their future.

“That… kinda sounds boring.” He gives you an understanding glance. “Especially on a ship, I can’t imagine…”

“Listen, I know Swansea is harsh– That I do think he should tone it down.” You explain. “But… I can tell that he really does care, I’ve seen him teach before. Sure, Swansea isn’t exactly super-duper nice. But he’s consistent, reliable, and disciplined. Heh… maybe I’ve got a soft spot for people with a rough exterior that shows a strong moral code, and a surprising amount of loyalty and selflessness.”

“I guess you’ve got a good point…” Daisuke takes a bite out of his pasta, eyes glancing down at his plate.

But before you could try to comfort him further, Daisuke asks you another question.

“Co-pilot, is this job your dream goal?” He asks. “Just… Is this the job that you’ve always wanted to have?”

Wow, we’re going philosophical here.

“Kinda?” You reply back, rubbing the back of your neck with your hand. “Though, to be fair, I picked it because it was the most interesting to me. Medicine, law, computer sciences… I couldn’t be convinced to try them no matter what my parents told me.”

A few beats pass by until you ask another question for him.

“Why do you ask?”

“I just… never knew what I wanted to be…” Daisuke’s brown eyes grow heavy, his shoulders curving inwards. “The truth is, my mom was the one that told me to try this internship. ‘Such a slacker,’ she said. Never was good at anything. Total screw up.”

Oh, shit. It’s that bad, huh…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61450888/chapters/161651374

#ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #mouthwashing game #mouthwashing #mouthwashing fanfic #curly mouthwashing #daisuke mouthwashing #anya mouthwashing #nurse anya #swansea mouthwashing #daisuke & reader #fluff and angst #curly x reader #fluff and humor #sweetener

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justiceburst · 2 years ago

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preliminary akechi palace au thoughts!

goro akechi. tokyo. reality television show.

upon entering his palace, you find yourself on the set of a fusion reality/game show, and are greeted by one of akechi's shadows, the hero prince. he is bright and always smiling, fluctuating in age but generally either around nine or fifteen. sometimes, he will briefly excuse himself so a member of the television crew can give him a new face with which to replace the current one, obscuring the nothingness underneath. emotional distress, especially anger and embarrassment, will cause his face to crack like a porcelain doll.

the hero prince is the star of the show. he is good at everything, and everyone loves him. he's the audience favorite! he wins every challenge on the show, and will swear it isn't scripted - he's just that good! really!

it's impossible to make much progress, let alone find the treasure, during this first visit. you're stuck on the set, and you can play televised games against akechi and the other contestants, but akechi will always win and his demeanor will never shift. he is popular, he is perfect, he is loved. everything is about him. there are cameras everywhere, eyes everywhere.

to proceed, you have to let his real self know that you know he isn't perfect, that everything is an act. and the next time you enter, the facade will have cracked. the hero prince will follow you instead of guiding you this time, and he's obviously being controlled by puppet strings. his face will crack much more often, and he'll ask for attention and validation a lot.

you like me, right? hey, look at this! one time, we played a game, and the way i won was so smart, listen to me! you like me, right? do you love me? do you enjoy my company? am i bothering you?

if you give him enough validation, the palace will begin to repair itself and lock you out of further progress again. if you ignore him, he will become increasingly desperate, and the palace will become more hostile, with more high-level shadows appearing. if you tell him you don't like him, he will attack you then and there, but retreat if it seems like he's losing, and will not interact with you again. if you participate in challenges this time, a cognition of joker will be playing as well, and he will have essentially taken akechi's place. he'll always win, everyone loves him, he's wonderful and perfect to an almost cartoonish degree. but he'll be extremely nice to akechi no matter what, even as the other competitors begin to laugh and make fun of him if you play multiple games. pictures, statues, posters, and the like of akechi will have been replaced by joker as well.

eventually, you might be able to find your way backstage. here, you can see the scripts, the teleprompters, the rigging - how everything about akechi is fake. everything is scripted, his victories are choreographed. you can hear the crew members bad mouthing him, calling him worthless and stupid and ugly, both generally and in very specific and incredibly personal ways. no one actually wants him there. some will even talk about wanting to hurt or kill him. the cameras and eyes will become more apparent and unsettling, this time obviously not part of the controlled environment of the tv crew.

aaaand that's all i have for now! :D

#justice || akechi #justice || headcanons #i don't have a tag for this au yet hmmm gotta think of one!#this palace is also like. intrinsically pre-engine room and joker's cognition is obviously not there if goro hasn't met him yet #his vice could be wrath or envy or pride all three of them work with his distortion although the wrath doesn't show up until deeper in

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queen-ofsunflowers · 2 years ago

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Free to Be Me: Prologue Preview

Since these are still works-in-progress, it is likely that the following excerpts will change between now and the final draft! Please keep that in mind while reading. The following excerpts have been taken from Chapters 1 - 6!

???: Do you seek the truth? (Yu falters when he hears a voice.) If it’s the truth you desire, please… Come and find me. (Curious, Yu proceeds on forward. There’s a ghost-like figure in the distance. He runs towards it, only for the fog to thicken around him.)

???: So, you’re the one who’s trying to break through, hm? (It’s a different, more malevolent voice than before. It laughs.) Try all you like.

Yu: Who…? What’s going on? Who are you?! (He reaches out, trying to get to the figure he sees, but they’re violently jerked away with a scream.)

???: You can still see, despite the fog? ...interesting. (Yu’s eyes narrow, and he runs forward to try and find whoever was calling out to him.)

Yu: Come back!

???: You cannot catch me that easily. The truth? Haha… if that is what you seek, then your search will only be in vain! (The fog around him grows thicker and thicker to the point where it’s almost suffocating. There’s a heavy static that clings to Yu’s clothes as everything around him becomes a haze. He can’t see, and that scream. It makes the static field forming around him almost hard to bear.)

Yu: Please… I can’t… (It feels like there are hands choking him.)

???: Everyone only sees what they want to. And when that happens, the fog grows thicker. Hmhm… I look forward to seeing the inevitable battle, Young Witch. And your inevitable demise! (Something leaps out at him from the fog, pinning Yu down and pulling him into the abyss. He screams as the world around him goes dark.)

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(On the way home, Chie needles him with question after question. It’s almost hard to keep up. But Yu does his best to answer them each truthfully or in ways that she’ll accept. Eventually, she comes to ask him about his parents and why he was here and not with them. That one was pretty easy to explain.)

Yu: Their work. They’ll be overseas for the next year, and they didn’t want me to be on my own for that long. (And that’s all he has to say. Chie doesn’t need to know why they didn’t want him on his own for that long. She doesn’t need to know. No one needs to know.)

Chie: Gotcha… (She chuckles.) I thought that it was something way more serious. (And she takes it.) But I don’t get why they’d send you out here. There’s nothing really here. (Yu hums. Probably because they had both grown up in the area. Bonus points that they still had a relative living here who was willing to take him in.) But I guess that’s what makes it nice, even if there’s nothing that we can show people from the outside. I think there’s something about the mountain, though… Maybe our clothes or something are famous. Oh! There’s the Amagi Inn! Yukiko’s family runs it. It’s the pride of Inaba!

Yukiko: It’s just an old inn…

Chie: No way! It’s a great inn! (to Yu) It’s been going for generations, and Yukiko is gonna take it over someday. Their inn attracts a lot of Non-Mortals to Inaba. It’s pretty much what’s kept the town going.

Yukiko: I don’t think that’s true… (Yu’s a bit curious. Chie talked about the Amagi Inn a lot. And if she’s right and it’s the pride of the town… what doesn’t Yukiko seem more proud of it?)

Chie: Hey! (Yu hums.) You think Yukiko’s cute, right?

Yu: Huh?! (Okay, that’s caught him off-guard…) Uh, well…! That's um…

Chie: Whoa! Are you blushing?! *giggle*

Yukiko: Come on… Don't start this again… (Again?)

Chie: She’s really popular at school, but she’s never had a boyfriend. Kinda weird if you ask me. (It’s… not that weird when Yu thinks about it. And considering how embarrassed Yukiko is, she’s probably thinking the same thing.)

Yukiko: It’s not true! I’m not popular and I’ve never had a boyfriend! …W-Wait, no, I mean I don’t need a boyfriend! (She groans.) Chie…! (Chie laughs.)

Chie: Sorry, sorry… but this is our chance to talk to someone from outside of Inaba, and you’ve barely said a word this whole time!

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(The group arrives at Junes’ Food Court without much of a problem, and Yu is left wondering why they’re at a department store of all places. Is the food here that good? He’d be surprised if that was true. Chie, on the other hand… isn’t as quiet about it as he is.)

Chie: This is the cheap place that you were talking about?! They don’t even have grilled steak here!

Yosuke: Yeah, well… plans change when some unexpected living mass of barbed wire decides to hop on the freeloader train, Chie. (Chie glares at him, but huffs and sits back down in her seat.)

Chie: Still, that’s no reason to take us to your place. (Yu blinks, a brow raised. His place?)

Yosuke: Dude, this isn’t ‘my place’.

Yu: Can I ask what you’re talking about? (Yosuke and Chie look over at Yu as if they just remembered that he’s sitting there with them.)

Yosuke: Right… I haven’t told you yet. I moved here from another city ‘bout six months ago. This location just opened up, and there really was a… very, very slim number of candidates for it. Apparently the council that’s responsible for keeping magic a secret had to step in to make sure that no human set foot in this place. Out of all the people, they picked my dad to manage it. So our entire family came out here. (as if to change the subject,) Here. Welcome to Inaba. (He places the plate in front of Yu, and gives Satonaka hers a little less kindly.)

(The conversation soon became quite animated over small talk, Yu kind of relieved that Chie and Yosuke had taken the lead on things.)

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Yosuke: Hey! Yu. (That snaps his back to the present.) Whatcha lookin’ at?

Chie: Are we that close?

Yu: Huh?

Yosuke: What’s up, Chie?

Chie: Uh… have you guys heard of the Hollow Forest? (Yosuke and Yu exchange a look with each other before looking back at Chie.) It’s the forest that borders part of the town. People say that it’s haunted.

Yosuke: (bluntly) A haunted forest in a town that’s full of magical and mystical beings. That’s a big surprise. (Yu blinks. But… ghosts don’t really exist.)

Chie: Shut up! I’m serious! See all the fog in there? It’s always there. It never leaves the forest, either. It just stays there. That’s creepy!

Yosuke: So… creepy forest full of fog. That’s something.

Chie: They say that if you go in there, you never come out again. There are things that live in that forest. Bad things.

Yosuke: Well, we’re considered bad things. (Yu nods. Yosuke has a point. Yu looks at the forest.) Anyway, Chie. What kind of TV are you guys in the market for? Maybe I could find one in your price range.

Chie: I don’t know. They said they wanted one that’s cheap.

Yosuke: That depends on your definition of “cheap”

Chie: You got connections, right? C’mon, hook me up! (Curiosity gets the better of him. Yu steps forward, getting closer to the Hollow Forest’s border.)

Yosuke: You know I can’t do that. Well… there’s the display unit. It’s a little old, but…

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Yu: My name is Yu Narukami. And this is Yosuke Hanamura. Do you have a name we can call you?

Mystery Bear: …Teddie. (Yu nods. Teddie. Meanwhile, Yosuke groans.)

Yosuke: Figures… but uh… How are we supposed to find the culprit in the first place?

Teddie: I dunno… oh! I do know where the last person who was in here was!

Yosuke: Last… you mean Saki-senpai!?

Teddie: I mean the person who came in here and where she was last! I dunno about the name. I can take you there. Oh! But put these on first! (He takes something out of his pocket and holds it out to Yu and Yosuke. It’s two pairs of glasses.)

Yosuke: (taking the orange pair) What’re those for? (Yu takes the remaining black pair and puts them on. The moment he does, his vision becomes much clearer.)

Yu: You should put them on, Hanamura.

Yosuke: Yeah, but I don’t get why… (He puts them on.) Whoa! It’s like the fog doesn’t exist at all…

Teddie: They’ll help you see your way through the fog. But uh… I can only show you where this place is. (He takes Yu’s and Yosuke’s hands, leading them through the trees.) You guys’ll have to defend yourselves.

Yosuke: Hey, we just got here! If it’s so dangerous, why don’t you do something instead of relying on us!? (Teddie shakes his head.)

Teddie: Uh-uh. I have no muscles. Oh! I’ll give you support from a safe distance! How’s that sound? (Yu and Yosuke look at each other, not sure about this. Could Teddie really not fight? Yu knew that he was kind of like a child, but… Suddenly Teddie trips, nearly bringing Yu and Yosuke down with him if he hadn’t let go in time. Teddie groans, trying to pull his foot free of the root that tripped him. But he’s stuck.) Noooo…!

Yosuke: Geez… (Yu crouches down and puts a hand on Teddie’s head, ruffling that fluffy hair of his from under his hood to calm him down. Teddie sniffles a little, relaxing as Yu frees his foot.) We swore to find the culprit, and our only back up is a little kid?

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Other Yosuke: You put on such a good show of being so carefree and happy-go-lucky ‘cause you’re so terrified of being alone! You’ve gotta be surrounded by people to block out the pain of isolation. Not to mention the real reason you came snooping… It definitely wasn’t for Saki-senpai’s sake!

Yosuke: Stop it!

Other Yosuke: (laughs) Why’re you freaking out? I thought I was just spouting bullshit! Or maybe… I do know what you’re thinking!

Yu: How…?

Other Yosuke: I am Yosuka Hanamura! The only reason he dragged you in here with him was because he thought it sounded like a good time! What else is there to do out in this shithole? A strange world inside of a foggy forest? Now that is exciting! What other reason would there be for coming here?

Yosuke: That’s not true…! Stop… Stop it…!

Other Yosuke: You. You’re just trying to act like a big shot. And if it went well, hey, maybe you could be a hero! And that Senpai you were crushing on? Her death was the perfect excuse!

Yosuke: That’s not true! Who are you?! What are you!?

Other Yosuke: *chuckle* Didn’t ya hear me? I am you! I am your Shadow! (A shiver runs up Yu’s spine. No… how was that possible?!) There’s nothing that I don’t know about you.

Yosuke: No! No way! It’s impossible! You can’t be me, you son of a bitch! (The other Yosuke widely grins before bursting into ecstatic laughter.)

Other Yosuke: That’s right… Say it! Say it again!

Yosuke: You’re not me! You’re nothing like me!

Other Yosuke: Ha! That’s right… I’m not you. I am ME! (A light flashes around the Shadow as more Shadows swirl at its feet. Yu starts to feel sick to his stomach. It absorbs those Shadows, growing bigger and bigger until it becomes a freakish looking frog thing. Yosuke collapses.)

#monsters and magic au #previews #fic: free to be me #persona 4 #persona 4 au #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #chie satonaka #yukiko amagi #teddie

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pennedbylisse · 2 years ago

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NEVERLAND IN AUGUST

I often tell myself I will no longer partake in writing tae fics bc they always turn out excessively angsty and melodramatic, and yet, I find myself here, time and time again.

short version: kth and poor decisions. salty air. beach shore. never meant to be. exchanges that slipped away into moments in time. a secret well kept, and then fallen into oblivion. seashells. skinny dipping. august, except it's not. you, except you are not mine. us, except there is no such thing. you were never mine to keep, or to lose.

tae's got a neverland complex. doesn't wanna grow up, bc it means leaving behind his freedom, but worst of all, you. or something like that.

proceed, if you are interested in the long version.

wc: 3.7 k

tracklist: 'August' by Taylor Swift

tense and POV: 2nd person and past

You are so easy to fall back into, as though we are molded to fit one another, a lock to its key, and it shouldn't be this easy to self-destruct.

Taehyung slipped away into the night when the crowd had settled and turned its eyes blind; when the topics of conversation had shuffled from his career and marital prospects to rather pettier, popular culture developments.

He averted curious gazes amidst the crowded streets as he meandered aimlessly. Like a compass with a damaged needle, he spun indefinitely, pressed tight between bodies. No sense of direction.

With a flighty gaze, he scoured the surrounding, illuminated buildings for an anchor, a sort of lighthouse, some sort of sign to pierce his attention, slap him hard across the cheek as the ground would if he would only stop falling. If the ground were to catch him and hold him, rather than cave beneath his feet.

Gloomy, dim eyes searched past the silhouettes of the skyscrapers, past the nomadic clouds, which veiled the moon's luminous halo, attempting to make out faint stars freckling the sky.

Not just any stars.

Polaris - a stable point, axis, around which the rest of the world's body falls and rises.

The star he'd chased with his siblings through the playgrounds long ago.

The clouds were too vast and dense, as were the crowds pressing in around him. Suddenly, he felt painfully sympathetic of Polaris's condition; the world seemed to start spinning around him, too; the ground at his feet warping with each unsteady step.

He didn't want to be central, polar. He wanted to be a fuzzy margin, ambiguous, never quite a start, never quite an end. The horizon.

He wanted to be too many things in life, and nothing at all, at once. It was dizzying, to say the least, to be tugged in every direction. To have so many quarreling voices beckoning your attention.

Sometimes he wished he could split himself into a million little versions. Split the burden between them.

He just wanted it to stop. The spinning. The encompassing chatter. The omnipresent stares. All of it.

He dipped into a gas station with a neon sign for a header and pulled the cheapest bottle of red wine from its rack. Rolled it over the counter towards the register clerk along with his upturned ID, only his thumbpad mostly covered his picture and name.

It was a quick swivel, quick enough for the clerk to nod in recognition he was of age; not long enough for them to register the reputation behind the name, the face;

not long enough for a light to flicker in their distant gaze and their mouths to fall slack in awe.

With a lazy grip on the bottle's neck, he swayed and weaved through the saturated streets, often slamming shoulders, until he sank into a dim alley, save for an overhead flickering neon sign, similar to that of the gas station, only just one flicker short of giving out.

He padded his way out to a quieter, sleeping street, and found himself a vacant bench to collapse onto.

It was finally dark, and quiet, and the margins of the world had seemed to settle about him.

There, he conjured up an affair with the shadows until he grew to question whether he'd become one. Whether the star-freckled clouds had encompassed and carried him away, to some distant Neverland. A place that could offer him an eternity to figure out the calls and wants of his heart.

His parents had omitted a truth from him. They'd omitted many through his development, opting for sugar-coating existence, but of all the ones, this one was unforgivable.

They had never mentioned how it is like the air in your lungs dissipates with each passing year. A blind habit forms: you start holding your breath just to get through a couple of gruesome hours, a shift, the day.

You wait for the afternoon to catch it again, but then the afternoons start growing burdensome in a way uniquely their own. It grows, the weight on your chest, drowns you and kills you slowly.

In his brief recollection tonight, he supposes they'd been unconvincing in their pretensions. They'd never blatantly admitted this truth but had often insinuated it.

He should have looked closer, not forsaken the fine details.

He would have noticed the drawn bags lining their eyes, the burst capillaries on the ivory margins.

He would have felt the exasperated sigh leaving their lips while bracing their weight against the counter, just trying to stand another day.

He could feel that helpless sigh, now. Infact, it had grown to become his.

A sigh which seeped into the quiet night.

Quiet, safe for the whir of cars on the highway, a couple of miles back; safe for the chirp of crickets nestled amidst bushes, shrubs.

Quiet, safe for the sudden exclaim of a nearby branch, snapped under unannounced weight.

Taehyung stiffened and used the bottle that had been resting on his thigh as leverage, in case he'd need to spring upward and dash -though, it would likely be less of a dash, more of a stumble and awkward trot away given his inebriation.

"Boo!"

He didn't startle, much too inhibited to have reacted within the acceptable timeframe.

Or simply, too unbothered.

Instead, he turned his head with a lazy, drunken gaze and there you were -- his Neverland on Earth, stardust lining your eyes, a shard of magic and dream and impossible possibilities amidst a limiting world.

The stars surely envied you.

You kicked the air, standing, waiting awkwardly, as if for an invitation from him to sit. You weren't sure if he'd appreciate you intruding on his hideout, even if it was a vacant restaurant patio, with rusted chairs and overgrown ivy.

"They are losing their minds looking for you, you know?"

"They are?" A smug smile tugged on the corner of his glistening lips. "Let them." He proceeded to lick the gloss away, tasting the bitterness of residual liquor with subtle tones of sweet vanilla and tart cherry. "Are you gonna tattle on me?"

He swung down the leg he'd had outstretched on the bench, opening a space for you. Welcomed your presence.

Your original reluctance dissipated, formerly pinched shoulders relaxing.

"I already did," you flaunted, lied, made your way across the patio, crunching over shattered stone.

As you lowered yourself onto the seat, he gestured the opaque bottle at you, whirling the contents around.

"If I'm going down..." he started, holding back a hiccup behind puckered lips. For an instant, his face twisted, as if bile had crept up the column of his throat.

He swallowed hard, and quarreled with the nausea wringing his stomach. "I might as well not remember any of it."

You'd feel nauseated, too, leading his life.

Sure, it was glimmery and luxurious, alluring and comfortable by every physical means, with everything imaginable so carefully crafted and tailored. The perfect life.

It was all pretend, shallow. A gilded cage is only ever still a cage, a prison, confinement.

It wasn't him - not the him that you knew. He was a free bird, meant to take flight.

The him that you knew would be up for spontaneous drives to the shore. He'd get lost out of an insistence to avoid using navigation systems. He'd blast every genre of music through the speakers, and somehow recall every lyric, even the ones that were in a foreign tongue.

The him you knew, would leave his shoes at every corner, flinging them off with irritability, complaining about how sore they made him, managing to turn it into a debacle on how suffocating it is to be trapped.

He'd walk on coarse gravel, all through the city. Come home with the filthiest soles, nothing short of charcoal. He'd defy every norm with the lightest of smiles, come spewing to you about the sights he saw on his adventures, the people he'd met, how he'd played soccer with a couple of kids from the neighborhood, how their mother had served him some jiggae and how it reminded him so much of home.

Then he'd guffaw, shake his head and tell you that it was weird how he could recognize the familiarity of home when he'd never really met it.

But you were, of course, biased in your belief that the only version of him that existed was the one he showed you. You didn't really - or simply didn't want to - accept that this version could be the manifestation of a persona, a theatrical mask meant to distract something deeper, more fragile, genuine, and lost.

Your accepting company allowed him to be a different version of himself, but it wasn't entirely the truest one.

"Get up." You slapped his thigh and turned the bottle he'd handed over, letting its maroon content pour onto the cement, stain it beyond repair. "I want you to remember tonight."

He groaned, collapsing his head onto his hands and ruffling his hair into a nest. "I had been enjoying that!"

"That..." You shifted your gaze to the ground and then back up at him, brows pinched in question. You couldn't possibly be referring to the same thing. "No one could possibly enjoy that. Abominable." You shuddered.

"It was cheap," he justified.

"You act as if you have no money."

"I don't! It's their money." He thrust both arms into the open air, gesturing to his puppet masters, to the strings sewn into his elbows and wrists.

At all times, he was being watched fall apart at the seams, and was scrutinized. The same life which had been breathed into his infantile lungs, never felt his. Instead, it reminded him of a plotted strategy on a chess board game drawn out for added torture. It wasn't a single, one-time commitment; it was a lifetime of sustaining choices that would remove him further from himself.

"Enough self-pity for one night. Come on." You rose, knees creaking a little. "Let's go."

"Where to?" He beckoned, still planted on the bench.

"Somewhere. Anywhere. Nowhere." The offer hung in the air, open to endless possibilities. Potential twinkled in your starry eyes; a million wishes and dreams birthed in a second.

You smiled, and stardust gathered on your tear line, rained down and dusted his sullen limbs until he was floating, made weightless, trailing after you.

"Neverland."

"What?"

"Let's go to Neverland."

You snickered and it was as if bells chimed, rang, jingled.

"What are you - Have you gone mad?" Taehyung hissed, dancing his weary gaze across his immediate surroundings. He'd rapidly grown weary, careful of an audience bearing witness to the spectacle you were putting on, in your lacy underwear. Locks of hair danced around your figure in response to a cool oceanic breeze gathering to greet you.

"I am pretty sure this is illegal. Illegal, T."

T, as in Tinker Bell, his personal version of a rose-tinged fairy, with a volatile temper, particularly when things don't follow your script.

Incredulously, Taehyung continued to mumble beneath his breath. The cyclical breath of the sea drowned his protests.

Your bra collapsed onto a mound of sand, forcing his lips mute. Like a fish hauled out of the water, his lips smacked open, shut, then open again, failing to close around the ghost of words he'd thought to say but suddenly drew blank on.

Cheeks burning flushed in that so fae way, you dipped your chin behind the curtain of your hair.

You shut your eyes for what you were about to do. Mustered the courage to follow through, to not feel vulnerable under his gaze.

Taehyung's unwavering gaze followed your hands down, before trailing up so fast he saw stars spinning around his field of vision. He felt he'd been thrown into Van Gogh's Starry Night.

Slowly, apprehensively, he let his eyes cascade over your silhouette, which grew smaller in the distance as you raced to the sea, desperate to hide in its embrace.

Growing envious of it, Taehyung ripped his top off his torso, and stumbled the length of the shore, quarreling with his trousers.

In his boxers, he stopped close enough for the edge of the tide to graze the tip of his toes. Retracted at the sudden bite of cold. "You are mad, woman." It's no longer a question.

"Look who's talking?" You twirled around, the water caressing your sides, sculpting you with as much love and delicate intent as a historic artist did his marble block. "Isn't this illegal?"

And something in you fizzled, like the air bubbles frothing against your lips on the crystalline surface. It filled you with confusing pleasure to leave a mark on him. To corrupt him.

You hoped your touch on him - your influence - was permanent enough to outlive all that would proceed. Permanent and deep like etchings on tree barks, or indentations on freshly cemented sidewalks.

The panic in his gaze had long dissipated. It blended into a palette of emotions. All unnamable, indistinguishable, but utterly mesmerizing, nonetheless, much like the colorful horizon behind you.

Delight. Amusement. Fascination. A twinge of flippant anger.

You drive me mad, woman.

Orange sherbet. Strawberry pink. Lavender lilacs.

Mad enough to rouge his own cheeks.

You'd like to stare long enough to acquaint yourself with each and every one of them. To name them all, and find where one starts, and the other ones trails off.

But the thought of staring, steadily into his gaze makes you restless, short of breath. As if there isn't enough air in the entire atmosphere to satiate your lungs.

You can't name the way he looks at you; it's foreign, but not frightening in its oddity. Still, you can recognize its danger, in that it's not a known way to look at friends.

You reclined your head onto the surface of the water, much as you would against your pillow after a long day. "Oh, it's heavenly, Tae." With your arms outstretched like the limbs of starfishes on the ocean floor, you floated. The salty medium carried the voice of the sea directly into your ears. The sound of your breathing and the beating of your heart amplified.

A bizarre reminder that you were indeed alive.

Splashing and thrashing echoed across the sea, and you instinctively curled in on yourself to find Taehyung visibly grimacing at the cold state of the water.

"Why did I ever think following you was a good idea?"

You beamed, droplets of the salty sea clinging to your lashes, where they refracted the setting sun, and it's like stardust in broad daylight all over again.

"You have to do it all at once. Don't think. Just do," you encouraged, watching as the delicate, thinly defined muscles of his torso flexed and twitched over the surface of the water.

His gaze was devoid, save for deeply creased brows caught in contemplation. A war with the limits of sensation. He held his arms linked over his chest to preserve heat, or perhaps hide his vulnerability.

Water pooled in the cup of your hand, which you splashed in his direction, aimed right at his handsome frown.

Victory ignited like an ember amidst your eyes.

He grew to shudder a few arms' length from you. Broad and strong shoulders quivered helplessly.

"You!" Then, those burnt-honey eyes pierced yours. Glaring. Fixed.

The cupid-bow lining his upper lip momentously twitched as he repeated himself "You-" His words stumbled over unstable, shallow breaths.

You withdrew into the water's embrace and watched attentively, as the waterline climbed up his finely detailed torso. Outstretched arms grew nearer. Burnt-honey eyes widened in a vengeful craze. Ivory teeth became bared underneath strawberry-red lips.

A frightened giggle of yours bubbled the water's surface rimming your chin.

Finally, with an inhale of courage, Taehyung lunged forward, took the blow of the cold front on, and wrapped you in his arms. His weight sunk you beneath the surface. You were a pair of tangled anchors.

Not having stored a breath in your lungs, you squirmed and kicked in his old. His groans were muted by the harrowing echoes of the abyss beneath the sea.

Strong arms tightened around you and hauled you out. You broke the surface with a desperate gasp, choking for breath between giggles.

Laughter echoed in his chest, and reverberated through you. It reminded you of the waves and siren songs you grew up believing resided within conch shells as a pig-tailed kid.

Since having shed your milk teeth and tolerated the gnaw of growing pains that accompanied such loss, you'd given up on childish fables of that kind.

On trips to the shore, there weren't hidden siren songs in the colorful conch shells you held up to your ear. There was only your younger sister cackling beside you, calling you a fool - but only after having tried it for herself first.

But much as you had convinced yourself siren songs didn't exist inside the shells, you'd also convinced yourself you'd never hear that laugh again. Somber. Baritone. A tad boyish, in the way it would crack unpredictably. So wholly yours. It was a tune you'd looped in your memory from the very first instance you'd heard it.

In that split-second, with his hands fanned over your hip bones, and half-moon eyes tenderly fixed on yours, the fables did not seem so farfetched. New possibilities were solidifying at the tip of your fingers. Your fingers grazed the apples of his cheek.

The possibilities were whispers in the crest of your ear.

You'd only needed to get far enough from the bustling commotion of the city to hear them, to realize they'd always been there.

An abstract somethingness would always exist between you two, just barely palpable.

The champagne had a mildly scorched aroma undermining its light fizz. You grimaced as it burned its way down your throat.

On any given night, you would much prefer a cup of tea to pair with the sacred act of slipping into bed; green, chamomile, on occasion, even aromatic Tulsi.

But tonight, you weren't trying to sleep, to ease a mild case of insomnia. Sleep would rob you of time both of you knew you didn't have.

After a couple of swigs from the dark bottle, your skin began to buzz. A denseness subtly amounted over you, as though honey were dripped over your body, every move lubricated, viscous.

Your legs were warm, draped over his in a languid, but intimate manner - almost grounding in nature, as if you were his anchor. You tethered him to the present pleasures, kept his mind off the anxious tomorrows.

His lips were sweet on yours and at times a hint bitter, like something you shouldn't have taken pleasure in tasting. A poison, that grows tolerable the more you ingest, but not any less deadly.

The tolerance being an illusion, an influence of the poison over you, foreshadowing its impending triumph, as you relinquish your willpower.

That's it. You were dwindling under its influence. Your mind grew heavy, like your limbs, with intoxication.

It was no longer bitter.

Rather, it became cloying, and you were innately and undeniably insatiable.

Taehyung hoisted your hips to reposition them over his, desiring your proximity. Possibly as equally intoxicated. The question hung over your heads in the shape of a watchful moon.

Who was the poison?

The hold on you was rough, but harmless. It was the gentlest rough-grip you have ever been subjected to. You allowed it.

"I shouldn't do this." Your shallow breath ghosted his swollen lips in torment.

He nuzzled the distance in desperation, and you obliged, tasting him apprehensively.

Just one peck.

Then, another.

And, what if, perhaps you held his lips in place with adoration and reverence. Held them in a warm hug, as if to shield them from the cool breeze blowing in from the sea.

Would that have been such a crime?

The set of trespassers that tore through your blouse certainly were (criminal). They robbed you of any and every modicum of self-restraint.

You were no longer holding his lips. You had long since graduated to a sculptor, molding them to your will with each measured graze. Simultaneously, you started to circle your hips over his, back and forth, round around.

"We should stop." Taehyung breathed raggedly into your neck. "Tell me to stop," and it came across as half-plea, half-demand.

You defied him, pulled him close, your breasts flushed against his sturdy chest.

You were definitely the poison.

You were a corrupt, filthy little thing. Loved it when he called you out on it.

Tonight, he held you like you were something, someone sacred, like you were ceramic at risk of shattering in his hands.

You wrestled his gentle touch, wanting him to defile as he'd done enough times before for it to not be mistaken with error, overwhelming tempation.

You were temptation embodied, but he never once feigned sanctity.

Equally so, if not more, you deeply desired to defile him, to permeate every inch of him until the crime became undeniable.

Fast, is how it unfolded.

But is there any better way to go?

Live fast, die young, right? Shine so bright you burn out. A phenomenal supernova. Watchers gathered to experience a historic event.

There certainly wasn't an absolute right or wrong way to go. But, if there had been, Taehyung was certain that way was fast. To burn like the dozens of stars in the sky, framing the quaint balcony. One moment there, the next gone.

He knew that his departure approached just as quickly as dawn brightened the horizon. He knew you weren't oblivious to this fact.

Something in him winced at the thought of putting you through it again.

"Tell me to stop."

"Don't stop."

"Tell me to go," he almost begged, groaning as you kissed down the column of his neck.

"Stay."

He wished he could.

A ringtone blared across the room, funneling out through the creak between the balcony door and the frame. It said what neither could bring themselves to utter.

Taehyung marched out of the room, half-dressed, delirious but with a direction in mind.

And just like that, the bitter taste returned to overpower your senses.

The whispers in your ears, grew deceiving.

Deceitful little lies. Impossible possibilities.

The possibilities that had grazed your fingertips crumbled into mounds of sand.

Sand, after all, is only ever withered shells.

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deardiaryxo1 · 2 years ago

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Dear Diary,

I've decided to start writing a diary here, a place where I can pour out my emotions and thoughts without fear of anyone ever stumbling upon it. 🤫

High school can be such a whirlwind of emotions, and I desperately need an outlet to put my feelings on something 🫠.

You see, there's this guy that I'm head over heels in love with, but he doesn't even know I exist lol

Every day, I see him walking through the halls, he is year older. He's …..HOOOOOOT. 😱😭 But there's one problem - he already has a girlfriend.🙂

It's hard for me to understand why he's with her. She seems more interested in the idea of dating someone as attractive as him, rather than truly being in love with him. She's the popular girl, the one everyone adores. With her blond hair and blue eyes, people say she's the most beautiful girl in school. But honestly, I don't see it. To me, she just looks like an average popular girl from any other school.

It's frustrating to watch them together, knowing that I could offer him so much more. I see the way he gazes at her, hoping to find a connection that seems to be missing. I yearn for him to see me 😭

But for now, I'll keep my feelings hidden, locked away inside the pages of this diary. I'll continue to watch him from afar, silently cheering him on in my heart. Maybe, just maybe, someday he'll notice me and see beyond the facade of popularity.🫠

Anyways, let’s get to the small twist of this all lol {DRUM ROLL} 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

You see, for the past two weeks, I have been talking to him on Facebook, but there's a twist to the story - he doesn't know it's me. 😭😂

Let me explain.

I created a fake Facebook account, using a different name and all info, and approached him with a weird shit story lol I told him that I had seen him around and blah blah blah and surprisingly, he went along with it.

The chats have been going on for two weeks now, and we've developed quite a bond. 🫠 We talk about our days (as if I don’t know his day 🥲). It's quite amusing to listen to him sharing his experiences, knowing I already have insight into his life.

I must admit, it's become a bit of a best friend conversation, despite the fact that most of what I've told him is a lie.

However, amidst all these lies, there is one truth that I've stuck to - my name. I may have created a fake persona, but my name remains unchanged. Perhaps it's because deep down, I believe that honesty should be at the core of any relationship, even if it's built on deception.

I find it intriguing how easily we've formed a connection, despite the dishonesty that lurks behind every message. We seem to have a lot in common, and it's effortless to keep our conversations flowing. Yet, there's a part of me that wonders how long I can maintain this charade without it coming crashing down. 😫

I can't help but wonder how he would react if he discovered the truth. Would he be angry, hurt, or understanding? Would he appreciate our connection enough to overlook the lies I've told? It's a risk that I knowingly took, but now it keeps me up at night, wondering about the potential consequences. 😭

As the days pass, the situation with him becomes increasingly complicated. It seems that he is eager to take our online connection to the next level, suggesting meeting up or casually saying hello in person. This puts me in a precarious position, as I am torn between maintaining the facade and coming clean about my true identity.

Whenever he brings up the subject of meeting, I find myself crafting feeble excuses to avoid the situation. 😩 So far, my excuses have been successful in diverting his attention away from the idea. But deep down, I know that this cannot go on forever. Sooner or later, I will have to confront the truth and make a decision about how to proceed.

Maybe I am selfish but let me say one thing - whatever is going on is better than nothing 🥹

Yours sincerely,

A Hopeful Hearty

#dear diary #diary #personal diary #my diary #tumblr diary #thoughts #daily journal #mindfulness #self reflection

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lesbianjunimo · 4 years ago

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That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?)

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~”

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams.

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that.

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way.

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism.

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?”

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on.

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process.

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care.

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet.

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention.

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram.

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place.

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly.

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 3 years ago

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Does anyone have anything abot actul UA for the two ? ( first year Shinya, 3rd year Best Jenist ) as a friendship or anything, you're telling me that all of

you are about to ignore the 15 years old Edgeshot with his tiny smile and hair thing AND the 18 years old Best Jeanist with his uniform thing and being the one who made handcrafts club ?

I want headcanons

Oh? You want headcanons, I have headcanons~ >:)

I always have headcanons for these two- and I just so happen to have been writing notes for their UA years as you sent this, so here we go~

So, edgeshot and jeanist in their UA years? I got you.

Tsunagu made the handicrafts club, thought that it would be a nice opportunity for aspiring heroes to hone other skills that could be useful for a hero to have - as well as just simply having fun while they can.

He was the club president, yes, but no one seemed to show any interest in the club. Or, when they did, it was simply brushed off as “boring” or a “waste of time”

So he was alone for a while, until a certain lil ninja shows up, looking for the club president saying that he wanted to join. And so a very fun friendship begins~

It starts off awkward, not many words are exchanged between the two, but they both kinda bond over being the “slightly odd, weird fashion sense, most likely quite a loner” type.

After getting to know each other a little more, thats when the fun happens.

Shinya would think ‘this is a respected upperclassman and I’ve heard and seen quite a lot about him, but he seems different to how people say he is. And he has a sense of humour that is so strange but weirdly comforting.’

Tsunagu would think ‘that first year has so much potential. Though most see him as cold and quiet, I think there’s a little glimpse of mayhem and a love for fun in those eyes.’

Tsunagu introduces Shinya to knitting and sewing things together, and Shinya teaches Tsunagu origami!

They make loads of tiny little keychains, plushies, trinkets, and charms together and have fun as they let their collectively odd imaginations run wild and talk about various topics and interests.

Tsunagu even asks Shinya to help him with the club posters, to try and make it more catchier for people to join.

Though, deep down, they were actually happy if it would stay the two of them, because never before had either of them been able to have this much fun with an actual friend before.

When Tsunagu asks Shinya about his ninja theme, Shinya gets worried that he’ll be ridiculed yet again, but! Tsunagu simply shrugs and says that “its good to have a theme to stick to as a hero. You will have a namesake and a style for people to look out for and recognise”

When Tsunagu sheepishly reveals his hero name, Shinya simply laughs and says “it may seem silly now, but when the time comes when that name gets seen as a sign of hope and safety and joy for the people, it’ll become a name that means so much more.”

but.

thats enough of that

we need the silly Shenanigans-

You’re gonna look at these two idiots and tell me that they didn’t get up to trouble? No no.

The two members of the handicraft club, who wind up being popular around school for simply the Strange Shit that they get into.

There’s the time they ran out of supplies, causing them to sneak into the school’s supply closet and then proceed to get stuck in there- only for a faculty member to find them attempting to knit their way out.

Or the time where they got locked in school after dark, because they were busy discussing “latest weird fashion trends of the year” and ranking them- and didn’t notice the time.

This led to them taking the time to explore the school and being found in the morning by one of the teachers. They got in trouble. Again.

Or the multiple times where the handicrafts club turned into various sparring sessions.

Or recovery girl being absolutely sick of the two of them, for the amount of times they showed up, needing medical assistance because of something stupid they did. “It’s only a handicraft club???” “Arts and crafts can be very intense.”

Or maybe even the time that Tsunagu was so determined to make it to the club, that he ran from his internship, scaled the fucking walls and climbed through the classroom window, only to notice he was in the wrong room, and then proceed to jump out of the window, swing like fucking spider-man into the club room window, crash into Shinya and end up giving himself a nosebleed bc the teacher opened the door and he slammed his face into it.

(He’s an idiot)

cue these types of conversations with teachers:

“Hakamata, can you tell me why the desks are upside down?” “..we were....testing how strong the glue was....?” “....get them down.”

“Can you two tell me why there are paper cranes everywhere?” “...we had lots of spare paper?” “...”

“Kamihara, I thought this was a handicraft club- why is Hakamata on fire?” “He’s testing fireproof fabrics for his hero costume!” “oh my god, just put him out-”

And so on so forth.

That is all I have in me to write down as of now, but I hope these hcs serve you well dear anon.

I have plenty of hcs for these two in UA relating to my personal backstory hcs for them too, so if anyone ever wants to know those I’m happy to write them out :)

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serenityseventeen · 4 years ago

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S.Coups (최승철):

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“I Love You Too Much”

synopsis: You and your group have to work on a Collab stage with SEVENTEEN again, which is the group your ex-boyfriend, Seungcheol is a part of. You both still love each other.

genre: angst, fluff, idol!au

characters: seungcheol x idol!reader (with mentions of other members)

word count: around 2.15k (I think)

a/n: happy birthday to our leader! S.COUPS!! I can't believe it won't be long until he and Jeonghan would have to enlist in the military... anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!!! I love him so much, he's inspiring, beautiful, and perfect in all kinds of ways! + Congrats to everyone who gets to see Caratland 2021, I'm sad I can't see it but maybe I'll find a reupload somewhere...

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You sat in the corner of the practice room, beside your group members, staring at the opposite side where your ex-boyfriend, Seungcheol sat.

It had been about half a year since you two broke up and though your days had continued to pass by, without him, you felt the emptiness in your heart, soul, and body. You weren't able to get over him and every few nights, you would miss him so much that you would have to torture yourself again by looking at your past videos and pictures with him that you couldn't bring the courage to delete.

You were just getting over him but now, that would be nearly impossible. Just being in the same room with him was making tears sting your eyes. How were you supposed to practice repeatedly for a month with him and proceed to perform a special stage with him?

As far as your professionalism could go, you knew that you wouldn't be able to do it. The love was still there, deep in your heart, and the lingering feelings were undeniable. You still loved him even after the breakup.

“It's okay,” Your groupmate said. “I'm sure it'll be fine.”

You shook your head and turned to her, holding back your tears. “How will it be fine?”

You brought your knees to your chest and buried your head to prevent yourself from crying out loud. “They hate me. It's not only Seungcheol who hates me, the members of SEVENTEEN do too. It's because I hurt him.”

“But you're hurt too,” your groupmate continued, patting your shoulder. “I know how much pain you have to deal with. I was there, on every night that you cried your eyes out missing him. Some days, you would even cry because something reminded you of him.”

You couldn't cry now. You couldn't.

Seungcheol didn't even know how hurt you were.

“What did you want to talk about?” Seungcheol asked, unaware of the words you were going to spit out of your mouth.

You couldn't be with Seungcheol anymore. Both of you were idols and of course, being idols and dating could be scandalous in the industry.

You were only a small group. Your company wasn't big and all you had to go off on was the talent your group held. You didn't even know that such a small, unknown group like yours could reach a place next to large groups like his.

He didn't even consider your status. He didn't even consider the fact that your group was small and just starting to grow. Seungcheol fell for you the second that he saw you perform. The song you performed with your group was written by you too.

He came up to you so shyly and asked for a talk that would lead to flirting, becoming friends, going on on dates, until eventually, you two began dating. You were falling in love with him as each day passed.

Your group was also gaining immense popularity. Your once partially free schedules were getting filled with performances, interviews, variety shows, photoshoots, along with creating music on the side and practicing for upcoming comebacks. You two saw each other less and less but still, your love for each other continued to burn.

Until now.

At the peak of your career, you had to make a choice, and you had decided to be selfish. Anything could take the career you and your group worked so hard on. All your groupmates ever wanted was to be recognized for their talent and loved by the public, allowing your small company to expand and give all of you better treatment. If the public found out about your relationship, your group could become known as nothing more than a group whose member used their popularity to snatch another idol. The public could be scary and you were intimidated by it.

The silence made Seungcheol afraid.

“I want to break up with you,” You said, looking at him in the eyes. “It's not because I've fallen out of love with you or anything, I just want to.”

In the middle of the parking lot, Seungcheol let out a chuckle, refusing to believe it. “Come on, don't joke like that.”

You didn't want it to be a farewell that would leave both ends feeling angry. “I'm not, I am being very serious.”

“Why?” Seungcheol asked. His voice had suddenly lost all of its emotion.

His voice was like a dagger, digging into your heart. You stared down at the ground and had to take a deep breath before you could continue. “I don't want to risk my career.”

Seungcheol stared at you as if needing a more definite answer.

You let out a small sigh. “I'm growing bigger. My dream is finally coming true. I don't want to risk it all collapsing just because I love you, okay? Can you understand that for me?”

“Was I just a stepping stone?”

“What? Of course not!” You replied. You were hoping that he'd accept your request to break up calmly but of course, he had to be angry. You couldn't blame him. “I want us to stay friends.”

“Friends... You're choosing your career over me? I've been with you since the beginning of your career. I've done everything for you because I love you,” Seungcheol was raising his voice slightly. He felt betrayed. “I'm not asking for much, love isn't about giving and taking. I supported you because I knew you could do it and by that, I mean bringing yourself and your members to the top. I spent long nights helping you write lyrics when I could have gotten sleep because I wanted to help you. I reassured you that those hate comments you receive are nothing because I truly feel like they're a load of bull. I did all that for you because of a simple reason, I want you to stay beside me, I love you, and I care for you. I cherish you.”

“I love you just as much-”

As you reached your hand out to him, he took a step back, avoiding your touch.

“Whether it's staying friends or not, as long as we're around each other, I can't change. I won't suddenly act as if we stopped loving. I can't do that,” Seungcheol ran his finger through his hair and you couldn't believe it. The love of your life slipped out of your hands and it was all your fault. You should have known. “I can't. If you're choosing your career over me, how can I believe that you love me?”

You stood still, watching as Seungcheol drove away.

You two never talked again.

Seungcheol wasn't his usual self. He was always distracted but would pretend like everything was fine. The members tried to comfort him but he'd always lie that everything was fine.

Until one day, he couldn't lie anymore. He cried to them and told them how much it hurt to have you leave him. He regretted his response to you because now, he couldn't even see you again.

“Hey Jeonghan, can you-” You walked up to Jeonghan who was on his phone at the top of the stairs, wanting to know if he could help you carry prop boxes. However, he cut you off before you could even finish. “Sorry, I have to go somewhere. See you around.”

You watched as he left. He probably hated you too. Seungkwan, Chan, Jihoon, and others tried to seem kind about it but you knew that inside, they didn't want to engage with you as well. They would only forgive you when you made their leader happy again.

You sighed and walked down the stairs to where you left the boxes only to see someone else lifting them. You smiled and hurriedly went down the stairs to greet them.

“Thank you-”

Just then, you saw their face as they made their way up the steps.

It was Seungcheol.

You paused as he brushed past you without a word, carrying the boxes with both of his hands. You wanted to help but you found yourself mute and frozen.

It couldn't be this way forever. You knew that. Maybe this small act of kindness meant something bigger. Your heart was thumping out of your chest and you didn't know what to do.

Seungcheol reached the practice room and set the boxes down. He saw the way the members treated you and though it was probably a part of their stupid plan to try and get you guys back together, he didn't want you to feel guilty over the breakup. He knew it was partially his fault too and though he was hurt by you, he couldn't stand seeing you hurt by his member's words.

His members and your members were practicing but Seungcheol could see the tension both groups had.

Seungcheol let out a soft sigh and left the practice room, his next destination being outside for fresh air. However, the moment he stepped out of the room, he was met with you. You were holding two cans of soda from the vending machine in your hands that you knew he liked.

Your eyes met and with a nervous heart, you said, “Can we talk for a bit?”

Seungcheol stared at you, your eyes captivating him. He could almost feel how he felt when he first fell for you. Like he was possessed, Seungcheol nodded.

Both of you two were sitting on green grass in the middle of a park, beside a large tree. The walk to the spot was quiet and you two decided to settle down in a spot with barely any words being spoken. He just followed you as you guided him to the big old tree where you two shared your first kiss.

“How are you?” You asked. Seungcheol was sitting next to you but not too close and not too far away.

He popped open his can of soda.

“Fine, you?” He took a small sip.

“I guess I'm okay too.”

“Without me?”

You stared ahead, feeling your heart race. Your hands were so close to each other that you just wanted to take his hand into your and hold it as you two did in the past. So, you placed your pinky on top of his while replying, “Not really.”

You didn't expect that he would reply. It would have been strange if you two made up so quickly after half a year of being apart and feeling nothing but longing, sadness, resentment, guilt, and regret.

Slowly, Seungcheol turned his head to you and replied, “Same.”

But maybe, just a bit of honesty could make it work.

“You know, I cried a lot,” Seungcheol said, turning his entire body to face you. “I was upset about what you said but I regretted it because I couldn't be around you.”

You didn't even get to reply, all you were able to do was turn your body to face him too, the tip of your feet now against his shoes.

“I was cowardly, right?”

You let out a soft sigh, staring into his eyes. “Why don't we try again?”

You firmly scooted closer to him. You always imagined that if you ever brought up a second chance, you would be bawling, but for some reason, you smiled softly. “Can we?”

Seungcheol was waiting for this his whole life.

Spending half a year without you was like hell.

Spending half a year without him only left you suffering.

“I think I value you more than fame.”

“What about your members? The reason we broke up was that you didn't want the potential scandal affecting them, right?”

“One way or another it'll affect them,” You replied. “I'll just have to take responsibility for it. I have to be selfish one way or another.”

Seungcheol smiled.

“Plus, I'm sure they'll understand. They've been there for me ever since I broke up with you.”

Seungcheol cupped your face with his hands, leaning in close to your face.

“About that second chance,” Seungcheol began. “When I kiss you, would that confirm it?”

You stared into his beautiful eyes, looking closely into the eyes of the man you missed so dearly. You brought your hands to caress his arm and slowly, you nodded, feeling tears of joy fill your eyes.

He leaned in slowly and planted a soft kiss on your lips, his hands brushing your cheeks.

Both of you knew that it would be too hard to live without each other. Both of you also knew that being together brought more comfort, happiness, and reassurance in your lives. Being apart was torture but together is like cloud 9.

It was obvious.

You loved each other too much.

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bukojuiice · 4 years ago

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— when he does the ‘lip bite’

ೃ chars: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and denki kaminari x gn! reader

ೃ tags: headcanons, fluff and humor

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ೃ heavily based on a very chaotic convo i had with @noodles-shoto 🥺💓 shoto doing the lip bite will forever live in mine and zay's minds rent free. 😌🖐️

KATSUKI BAKUGO: there are days when katsuki is a bit more gullible than usual. dare i say, he radiates himbo vibes during certain times of the month. and so, when kaminari jokingly told him that the “lip bite” challenge (in where boyfriends around the world supposedly have a tournament on how much their significant others would swoon over them when they do the lip bite) was the talk of the town, bakugo could not back down without a fight. you bet katsuki came marching up to you in slow strides, his eyes fierce and determined, calling out for your name. “oi (Y/N).” you turn to his attention and lock eyes . his stare is intense, his lips are pursed, and oh. He does it. He does the lip bite.

There is silence in the air for a few seconds before you burst out into laughter, patting your poor boyfriend in the back. “SHHSHSUHSUSH katsuki, babe, please don’t do that again.” “PHAH! I don’t even care about the fucking challenge anymore! Did i make you swoon or what!?” “yes. yes you did.”

TODOROKI SHOTO: your man can just about pull off anything and he’d still look painstakingly handsome while doing so. This particular situation became exhibit a of as to why you came to that conclusion. when dekusquad dared him to send you a selfie of him doing the infamous lip bite, he immediately agreed and was determined to do what he was told. but, not before he had to go through an terrible wikihow article on how to make the “face” and how to pull it off flawlessly. “it’s missing that extra oomph.” he whispered to himself, scrolling through all these cute filters from an app called snow. several hours have passed before he was finally satisfied with what his lip bite selfie looked like. taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes as he hits send.

His text surprised you as he wasn’t one to send one so out of the blue. you swiped up to open it. dropping your phone in befuddlement because of how handsome shoto looked. It was a selfie of him with his hand on his chin, his upper lip biting the lower tenderly, and his eyes are squinting seductively. you send him a heart eyes meme and proceed to squeal onto your pillow.

what was exhibit b of ‘shoto todoroki looking effortlessly handsome while doing the most obscure and rando things out there for the memes”? Only time will tell.

IZUKU MIDORIYA: you’ve been sending your favorite memes non-stop to the seaweed-haired cutie. one of those being the lipbite emoji that was way funnier to you than it should be. It became one of your favorite out of context memes in recent time and izuku just had to find a way to resolve your “meme of the month” obsession. And so, during lunch time, he catches your attention by being too cute and wholesome. patting your hand and tracing circles around your fingers so that you can divert your attention to him.

“so (y/n)... about that meme you keep on sending me.” “what about it?” “well…” his gaze is awkward but loving as izuku’s mouth forms into a pout, his teeth partly showing. no inclination at all of what he was trying to do, but you quickly pick up and get the idea. “Izu-kun… are you trying to do the lip bite meme?” “y-yes! did i do it wrong?” god why did he have to be this cute? You want to see him attempt to make a cute face like this again but how can you do that without discouraging him? “nope! In fact, i think we should create another meme! One that’s exclusive to class 1-A! How about izu-kun’s version of the lip bite!?”

DENKI KAMINARI: denki was the perpetrator of this all. the evil mastermind. The man behind everything. it was he, the all powerful and mighty chargebolt who made this wonderfully stupid meme become so popular in class. everyone has attempted to do it at the behest of kaminari and his wicked charm of asking them to “do it for the memes”. The only one he hasn’t asked yet was you. his favorite person in the entire world.

instead of asking you to do it for him, he wants to do it to you. Maybe he can make you feel giddy or maybe he can make you blush because of how unintentionally handsome and sexy he looked whilst doing the lip bite. however, he doesn’t know how to react and what to feel if he sees that you were unimpressed by his cute little joke.

“(y/n)! (y/n)! He approaches your desk, a glimmer present in his eyes. “What’s up kami-kun?” He clears his throat and tries to lower his eyelashes seductively, glancing at you to try and get a reaction. A desirable reaction. “SoOooo how would you rate my lip bite!?” “wait… that was your version of the lip bite?” “yeah! yeah!” “a 1000/10. Now, please stop spreading the meme and asking everyone else to do it, kami-kun.”

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natsukitakama · 4 years ago

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Fluffy alphabet (A, B, C, E, I, J, K, L, N, R, U, and W) Floch edition

Request : Could I please get fluff alphabet (season 4) Floch Forster A, B, C, E, I, J, K, L, N, R, U, and W with fem s/o please?

Author note : I’m sorry for taking so long hope you’ll enjoy this ♡

Warning : Fluffy / Spoiler from season 3 and 4 of Snk

Masterlist

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Before the Shinganshima’s event, he used to take you on a date around the city. He took advantage of his situation in the army and the fact that the survey corps were popular to go to the city. Not only he could show you off but can also act all cocky telling you story about his adventure outside the wall. He talked a lot about himself but most of the time you didn’t mind cause you were quite curious about his life as a soldier and what he saw outside the wall since you never left your « comfort » if we can say that. Now, after the Shinganshima he decided to become a Yeagarist and let’s be honest after that, much to his dismay, he doesn’t have much free time. Which mean that everytime you two could have some quality times, he spends it with you in the comfort of your house, letting you pamper him because he craves your affection. So yeah you have spent a lot of time on your house chilling around. He is very ashamed of that because he wants the best for you. He kept whispering to himself that everything is for your safety and that after reaching his goal he’ll make it up for you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Honestly ? The way you can keep up with his shit. Floch isn’t an idiot and he knows that he can be a bother, a real dick sometimes, and the way you never were angry at him each time he was being en ass never felt to amaze him. Your calm and kind nature was something he really loves about you, the fact that he doesn’t have to be ashamed for who he is and that he can be natural around because you’ll find a way to make things right so Floch doesn’t end up having troubles. You’re his light, his arch. Now if we’re talking about physical aspect he is into your legs, there is something sexy and cute about it. The flesh, how soft it is, how they feel around his hand or against his cheeks. He is one of those leg’s simp you know ? Every aspect of your legs is attractive to him no matters if you are self-conscious about something, he loves them, deeply and won’t be afraid to put some sense into you each time you’ll say something bad about them. I’m not kidding you’ll be scolded because « your legs can hear you and they’ll feel sad » then proceeds to kiss them to reassure it that they are beautiful.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

I won’t lie he’s not in the top 3 of the best to deal with a panic attack or anything that involve him taking care of you. People might think it’s because he is being selfish as usual and wants all the attention to himself (well he kinda wants it but that’s not the real reason). To be honest he isn’t good in dealing is own insecurity, which could be seen with the way he is acting like a dick. He is not a natural dick, he is always doing it to reassure himself you know ? Like you can’t hurt me if I hurt you first. So yeah since he isn’t capable of controlling his own feelings, he is going to have a hard time dealing with your negative thought. He might even start panicking if he saw to get a huge crisis. After talking with some of his superior and his comrades from the survey corps he’ll learn one or two tricks to help you getting good and finding your breath. After some times, Floch will learn how to calm you whenever you’ll feel the need, he will also become a good reader meaning he’ll know each time you’re not feeling good. Depend on what you need to feel happy, he won’t hesitate to talk shit about his companion if it makes you laugh. It’ll take a long time but Floch would work harder to help you because he cares about you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Mostly dominant, Floch isn’t the one to talk about his feelings or the one to follow something. I’m not saying that he got trust issues but he went through a lot and his way to cope with everything : his trauma, his fear, his nightmares, his dark thought are to be in control. He needs to be one in charge all the time. It gave him the (fake) sensation of being strong. Now he is not a dictator, if something is bothering you just tell him, I might add that he expects you to say whenever something is bothering you because he can be oblivious. In bed he might be inclined to be a switch and let you have your way with him, when it came to a relationship he kinda needs to feel like he leads, again you don’t really feel like you’re being leaded by someone it’s just the way he talks or his posture that might betray the fact that he is the dominant one. These feelings got stronger after he joined the yeagarist, since he was « close » to Eren most of them believe that he was in charge of everything with Eren so it didn’t help his need of being the leader.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

After a couple of weeks of a relationship, most of people noticed that Floch was more inclined to talk « gently » with them or at least act like he cares about their opinion. People who were close to him also underline that he tends to not be all cocky and instead was getting more and more serious. As if your relationship helped him to grow up as a man you know ? He was more aware of his environment, of his companion, his surrounding. If Erwin gives him the goal of being a good leader, you on the other around help him to be a better human in the sense that he’ll stop being mean. Well let’s be honest. It would be a hard work cause it became a part of his personality but you’re here now. As mentioned earlier, you’re kinda a light for him even more you’re like his arch, his moral guide, your job as his significant other is to tell him when he went beyond the boundaries of someone nonetheless since his attitude is something deeply written in his personality it’s a work for life.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

I’d like to say that he is not jealous at all but let’s be honest he is. Now it’s not something bad where he’ll send someone to follow you and beat up each people that share the same breath as you. But, he is kinda possessive around you and even thought he is trusting you. He can’t help but feels some dark instinct each time someone is trying to get your attention. You were supposed to be attentive to him and only him, why would you give your attention to some deep shit ? He just loves you so much you know ? Also, he is kinda aware that people talked about his back like they’re underlined the fact that you are so nice, so beautiful like you’re way out of his league. They didn’t understand what got you around Floch, to them he wasn’t that interesting and was a huge dick they pity you which bothered him. As I said before, Floch knows that he is being a dick a lot of times and well he became a little bit (a lot) insecure about your relationship and can’t help but be afraid that one day you’ll wake up and leave him for someone better than him. Someone that would provide you the love you deserve because yeah he strongly believed that he is the selfish one in the relationship which is pretty true but he is not bad for you, and has his way to show you that he loves you. You know him, and were aware that if you’re feeling like he is being an ass to you, you can tell him. So yeah maybe he’ll be clingier when you’ll face someone that Floch believe is better than him, maybe he’ll kiss you in front of them to remind them that you belong to him, maybe he’ll be mean to them but he does that because he loves you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is the part of those one who kiss you like it would be their last time. Maybe it’s because he is a part of the survey corps, maybe it’s because of his nightmares or his trauma but each time Floch kiss you it’s passionate, he kisses you deeply holds both of your cheeks or put a hand on your hair the other on your waist to keep you firmly against you. He might even push you against a wall so his body could be full against you, yeah he does it everytime and each time it felt like it would be your last kiss that you’ll share together. Even though he always came back to you, he can’t help but always hold you close as if you might disappear if he doesn’t do it. He is into French kiss even during your first kiss exchange he hasn’t hesitated and put his tongue against yours to taste you because he craves for it, he craves for you. You’re like a drug to him he is addicted to you.

Your first kiss didn’t feel like one, let me explain. You were dating for two weeks and much to your surprise each time you two went on a date he never tried to kiss you even thought it was written on his face that he wanted to do it. But he didn’t because he felt like you should give him the go-ahead, so he waited again and again before you finally gave him the sign he was waiting for. As he was walking you home feeling that today again you wouldn’t exchange a kiss with him except the sweet peck on his cheeks, he was about to leave you when he felt your hand around his wrist holding it. Floch didn’t much, he turned back and without a blink of an eye his lips crashed on yours. His hands naturally found their place on your neck and waist as he was deepened the kiss. It felt as if you two used to be lover because it felt natural and so good to you.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I wish that he was a little bit more romantic but he doesn’t so as everything he does, it’s a bit blunt. Like when he met you, instantaneous he felt like attracted to you. So when he felt like everything went smoothly between you two (you’re not trying to yell at him punch his face for being mean for no reason), he asked you to go out with him. It was a date but he didn’t present it like this just in case you saw him as a friend and not a potential lover. Those dates who weren’t a date last a couple of weeks actually, each time Floch was trying something. First he brushes his hands against yours to see if you wouldn’t flinch but seeing that you moved your hands against his give him the ego boost he needed. Then, he started to put a hand on your lower back each time you would enter a shop or anything, next Floch will wrap his arm around your waist. Basically two months later you were acting like a couple without actually saying anything, whenever you got the occasion you brought him foods for his job, you would lean against him as he was putting his arm around you. Everyone was now teasing him because he didn’t have the gut to actually confess to you even though you were acting like his damn significant other.

So one night when you two were watching the stars sharing foods you brought earlier, he just holds your hands like he used to but this time, he also put his hand on your chin to move your face so you would face him. And he will just say it looking at you straight in these eyes while you were still eating your cake. You shouldn’t chuckle but you did because obviously he couldn’t wait for you to actually swallow your cake. He thought that everything was over because you were taking time but then you give him a kiss whispering to him that you felt the same so everything went fine.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Most of the time he called you heaven because you’re like heaven for him, he doesn’t call you like that just to tease you it’s also a way of reminding you that you’re helping him so much growing as a man, you’re like his shelter now that he got you by his side he can’t picture a life without you. He tends to call you sweetie or cutie just because your cheeks got warmer and you became flustered.

There’s a particular nickname that he used only when he had to leave for a long mission, those one were he wasn’t sure to be back. During times like those, he called my love he sounds cliché I know but he called you like this each time he got the kiss of your life, both of his would hold your face as he looked at you tenderly. He will remind you that he loves you and will do everything to be back to you because he can’t live without you.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He isn’t the romantic one but he isn’t the worst you know ? He is trying okay. It’s just each time he tries something to act romanticly he had to spoil it by being cocky, teasing you until you’re a mess. And when he is trying his best to bring you something, most of the time he forgot it. I can’t even count how many flowers he got spoiled because he forgot to bring it to you. But when it’s really important like your birthday, Floch will work hard to not only bring you as much as gifts as his wallet can but also to provide you the loveliest party as possible (or date if you want it to be more private). I’ll give him 6/10 like he is not the worst but he needs to work a lot on his romantic gesture.

That’s why when he wants something to be smooth, he asked everyone to give him ideas anything that might help him to please you. He mostly asks Armin because he is a genius and always seemed to think about great idea for a date, he kinda became his ally even though he’s still bitter against him ( you know about Erwin’s case).

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

As mentioned earlier, it’ll take him time to understand you, for being able to read your properly. It’s not like he isn’t empathetic but he already struggled with his own insecurity, fear and trauma so obviously he is not the best to deal with emotion, feelings being down and everything. But if Floch feels like it’s burdening you in any way, he’ll work with you cause he can’t do it on his own. He’ll always ask you to tell him when something is wrong, to at least give him a sign when you feel like something isn’t good when you feel sad, when you are depressed. He got a list of each sign you decided to use to help him getting the signal that he has to be on your side.

After a couple of panic attack/emotional crisis, Floch would become one of the best to read you and prevent any form of bad thought. Insecurity ? Gone even though he is calling you a dumbs for thinking that you are not enough you have to admit that it’s working. Fear ? He’ll kill anyone that might put a finger on you. So I’m going to give him a 7/10 he is a good but he needs help coming from you to help you properly.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

I shouldn’t say it because it was supposed to be a secret, but he stole you cloth. Not to wear it but he is stealing everything that got your scent each time he left for a mission, because he wants to have your smell/warmth with him whenever he is far away from you. It’s silly, it’s cliché and people would make fun of him if they’ll learn about it, but he can’t sleep properly for example if doesn’t have your shirt around him. He might use your t-shirt as a teddy to hold it close to him you know ? He is pretending that you are here with him and that everything is fine. He’ll mostly take your shirt/t-shirt because it’s small and convenient for him to put on his bag. He also got on his wallet a bunch of things that is supposed to remind him of you, like your favorite flower etc. What can I say ? He is a simp.

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