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Vincent 'Shy-Guy' Barclay

Main Info:

Full Name: Vincent Barclay

Codename: 'Shy-Guy'

Status: Alive

Rank: Sergeant

Nationality: Scottish

Sex: Male

Age: 31 [06.23.1992]

Physical Appearance:

Height: 6'7 ft. (200.66 cm.)

Weight: 230 lbs.

Blood Type: A-Negative

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Light Brown

Relationships / Affiliations:

Father: [Redacted] Barclay (Status: Unknown)

Mother: [Redacted] Barclay (Status: Unknown)

Sibling(s): Marceline Barclay (Twin Sister — Status: Alive)

Pet(s): Domino (Panda Corydoras), Stu (Skunk Corydoras)

Love Interest(s): Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick (Unspecified)

Children: None

Other: Task Force 141, Los Vaqueros, Station Chief Kate Laswell, Operations Officer Alex Keller, Commander Farah Karim

Weapons(s) / Combat / Skill(s):

Weapons(s): Has a preference for long ranged weapons, since he is, well, a sniper. But is completely fine with short or mid ranged weapons as well. Usually uses some sort of sniper and always keeps a combat knife on him just in case.

Combat Style(s): Finds it easier to fight in close combat due to his strength and size but is also kind of ironic due to the fact he specializes in far range marksmanship.

Specialized Skill(s): Like most common snipers, he's trained in a variety of special operation techniques: detection, stalking, camouflage, tracking, observation, surveillance, etc.

Personality:

Vincent is very gentle-giant like. Looks intimidating, and though he can be, he's a joy to be around most of the time. Doesn't realize he's an open book to people he trusts and accidentally overshares most of the time (don't know if that's a positive or negative, though).

When Vincent is 'intimidating' though, he is (to many people, at least). The cause is usually a strong anger, frustration, or sadness. He gets distant and the tone in his voice whenever he speaks is one of pure exasperation. His height and size make him seem unapproachable already, and when he's feeling a bit.. 'Moody,' if you will, most people will purposely avoid him. And sadly, he does notice their actions.

Extremely introverted and aloof. Tends to stay away from crowded spaces or large gatherings and doesn't speak unless required to. Usually hangs out with very small groups, if he finds himself confident enough to do so. He's also really loyal. Maybe a little too much.

Overall, more serious inside of work and on field, and outside of work he's a pretty laidback and chill guy to be around.

(He can also be extremely sassy sometimes. It's unintentional.)

Background:

Vincent was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland, living a pretty ordinary life as he was growing up. His family was composed of his mother, father, and sister, Marceline, whom he was closest with.

Vincent had originally planned to study in some sort of medical field, but then at around nineteen, got sudden plans to join the military after he graduated college— specifically Special Operations.

His father being a veteran— who became a soldier around the same age as Vincent, but then leaving to raise a family, knew the hard times you would have to go through, so he made sure his son really knew what he was getting into. Her mother and sister were greatly concerned for him, but eventually respected his choices— and that's all the motivation he needed.

Just a few weeks after Vincent had turned twenty-two and had finally finished with college, he finally enlisted in the army. At first, he was known as just 'Vincent,' or some other shortening of his name. Vincent shyed away from engaging with comrades and other operators off of field, but he soon found himself warming up to a task force he strangely always got to work with. That task force including the following soldiers— 'Soap,' 'Gaz,' 'Ghost,' and Captain Price, resulting in him growing friendships with them and also joining Task Force 141. Soap would always playfully tease him about them being so introverted and wearing his sniper hood all the time, and eventually Vincent's little nickname, 'Shy-Guy,' unfortunately(?) turning into his permanent callsign.

Though his past home life is long forgotten most of the time, war and sounds of gunshots overtaking his mind, Vincent still keeps in contact with his family, though mostly just his sister— her voice brieflyreminding him of his childhood every time he picks up the phone.

extra (random) notes from yours truly!:

ight yall. i KNOW you guys be looking at the codename like 'what the fuck bitch 😭 yer sooooo weird....??' AND ME TOO DARLING but like??? the shy-guys in the video games . i know i sound like a huge nerd (BULLY ME) BUT THEY SO REMINDED ME OF VINCENT. okay 1, shy-guy. like. vincent is literally a shy guy (as soap said like when they were playin around.). AND 2 SHY-GUY WEARS A MASK ALL THE TIME AND VINCENT PREFERS TO WEAR HIS SNIPER HOOD LIKE EVERYWHERE (again mentioned that in the 'backstory')??? 3, shy guys are cute, vincent is cute!!!!! GUYS cmon don't bully me, johnny's callsign is literally soap because he scrubs the house so fast n good he's nicknamed after a cleaning product LEAVE ME ALONEE

also i'd like to think some people shorten the callsign to 'shy.' like that's so cute??

i'm a bad character designer, i know that!! sorry he's actually so basic looking

i might add more stuff / edit / revise in the future i dunno!!!

the colour palettes without the screentone filter i put on top of it, so you actually can use them (without the colours bein' all weird.) if you'd like 💗

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(1: skin , 2: scar(s) , 3: hair , 4: shaven-sides , 5: sniper hood , 6: t=shirt)

#guys don't laugh at me i'm not good at this it's very unprofessional I SEE YOU LAUGHING (i'm laughing too)#tell me if there are any spelling/grammar mistakes :) i appreciate it #i changed some (alot) stuff about him hahahaaaahs OOSOSPPSPS #i can't type a proper backstory for to save my life don't bully me im just a little boy 😔😔 (BOOOOO TOMATOES TOMATOES 🍅🍅🍅🍅 UNFOLLOWING)#VINCENT FACE REV REAL FOR REAL REAL REALSIES???#thank you liam for letting me use bits of your HoC bios....#thank u to the amazing @/sleepybluarchimedes for proofreading<333 #COD OC: Vincent #oc #my oc #original character #cod oc #cod ocs #cod original character #call of duty oc #call of duty original character #cod #call of duty #mw #cod mw #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #call of duty mw #cod artist #cod oc art #cod art #call of duty art #artist #digital art #bio

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writersblockiskillingme · 5 months

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hi love!!!! your work is so amazing i love how you write

i was wondering if you could do a corionlanus x fem reader where she’s his tribute and is about to be killed in the game but it’s kind of like that scene in you where she says “no don’t kill me im pregnant” and it’s his reaction and everyone watching trying to get them to end the games? i’d love to see what you could do w that feel free to change anything u want!

Songbird's Plan | Coriolanus Snow

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!tribute!reader

Summary: The presence of a song bird can change everything for one who appreciates them or "if it weren't for the baby" TBOSAS edition.

Warning/s: a bit of angst, Coriolanus Snow being in love, nickname (songbird), mentions of death, mentions of pregnancy, short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: It's finally here. Hope you enjoy.

The moment Coriolanus Snow met you he knew that he would do everything in his power to protect you from harm no matter what.

Of course he knew that that was going to be a difficult challenge because you were his tribute.

You were supposed to be in the games, you were supposed to literally fight for your life. There was always the chance that you would die, but Coriolanus didn't allow himself to think too long of this outcome. He knew that it would simply drive him to compete and utter madness.

So once the rebels bombed the arena, once he was out of the hospital and once he made sure that his tribute was okay, he sneaked into the arena the night before the games.

He spend more than half of the night searching for the places for his little songbird to hide. He did everything he could, he truly did, and he truly did though that he would be prepared for everything.

Yet as he found himself leaning towards the screen in front of him that displayed the scene of you being attacked by Coral he felt himself automatically freeze. He felt helpless.

He felt like he let you down and that ate him inside out.

Coriolanus felt like his heart was going to simply burst out of his chest as he watched, his throat tightening.

He watched Coral getting closer to you. He felt useless.

But there was something that both of you underestimated. There was a certain connection between you two. Both Coriolanus and you were smart, willing to do anything to survive.

Once Coriolanus remembered that, he forced himself to move. He could probably wipe out Coral with those badly made drones, but he needed some distraction because if Coral sees them, it's over. He could hit you.

"Please, don't!" Your voice broke out of the screen, Coriolanus felt himself flinch at the desperation behind it.

He watched your helpless form glazing away from Coral like you were on thin ice.

Coriolanus felt like he would scream put as Coral raised her weapon against you. But that's when you yelled out something that made his heart completely stop.

"No!" Your forceful voice shouted. "Don't kill me, I'm pregnant!"

Coral stopped for a moment. Coriolanus stopped for a moment. In fact, it seemed like the entire world stopped for a moment.

Coriolanus couldn't move, his mouth slightly agape as he watched you breathe heavily as you waited for Coral to move.

"Stop the games!" Tigris shouted in despair.

Coriolanus felt himself turn around quickly as he watched the mob of students standing up, waving his hands in air as they shouted to stop the games.

Coriolanus quickly turned to the screen and watched Coral still trying to gain her composure. He moved quickly, his body quicker than his mind.

If he doesn't do anything now, it would be over for you.

So as he send at least ten drones into the arena, successfully killing Coral, and as he watched your face twist in relief, and as he heard the cheers behind him he realized that maybe the hope wasn't lost after all.

His little songbird was truly a genius.

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inkskinned · 1 year

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hey it's nanowrimo. i have tips bc i've done it about 34 times.

Don't edit. Ever. Stop it. If you just decide to start a new project half thru this one with all new characters, no problem. pick up and keep writing as if you'd already written the first half of that.

"but i spelled it wrong" whatever. "but the grammar" whatever. make it exist first. no time for sense. think like you're working on a typewriter. no backspace. only forward go.

Don't re-read further than a paragraph or two backwards. "did i mention the gun before?" listen - it doesn't matter. if you need there to be a gun there, the gun is there. put it back in once you finish the book.

"i forgot the specifics of X thing i already wrote" whatever. change it, make a note/comment to figure it out later, and just write what makes sense for the moment. "no raquel it's legit the characters name and origin" idc that character is now reborn as Claudius from Elsewhere. it's fine.

only you see your mistakes. nobody else knows. one of the ways writing and dance overlap - only you know the choreography. nobody else will know if you miss a step, so just keep dancing and pretend you meant to do it like that.

it's an illusion that you need to write linearly - from point A to point B to point C. Nah; that's just timeline propaganda. I've written a LOT of books out of order and just reordered them once i've finished. if you have a scene you'd LOVE to write but can't get there yet because of plot, just fuckin write the scene. I've always found its easier to establish "point F" "point J" and "Point A" and then wiggle my way between those scenes.

write what you WANT to write. 230 pages of smut? of well-researched discussion on bread? whatever. the point is to strengthen muscles however you can.

if you miss a day, a week, whatever. not the end of the world. we all have dry days. also time is a myth so u can do this challenge whenever u want.

as soon as you try to write for a specific audience, you kill your voice. you are writing for yourself. stop thinking about how people will take ur book. it don't matter. what matter is u, enjoying writing. i luv u.

play to your strengths. i have characters talk so much because i don't know how to write a plot if it kills me but i'm really good at dialogue so.

i love a flight of fancy. write a poem in there. shift tactics and write in code. keep it fun for yourself.

see what happens if you shift something major about ur main characters - gender, wealth, superpowers. or if you change point-of-view. or if you kill everyone in a big explosion. do NOT edit anything before this or after it. often these little weird one-off exercises teach me what interests me about what i'm working on. it is never what i thought. plus it is a fun way to add like 1k words.

stretch.

it's for fun and for practice. stop doing that project if it's giving you anxiety. once my nano was literally 50k words of half-started stories. just things i tried and tried and tried and wasn't able to flesh out. oops. but i am now 50k words of a better writer.

add dragons?

read books/listen to books on tape/etc. people often make the mistake of "buckling down" to just write. you need inspiration. you need to like. fill up on words. you need to remember how it feels to lose yourself in a story.

i don't have the time or space to really talk about this in this post but a lot of creative people turn to drugs/alcohol because it can help you be more creative. this is harmful, and walking a blade that only cuts deep. if you notice you and your loved ones are turning more to substances, please know i love you and i hope you are able to get help soon. i feel like this almost never gets mentioned because it's kind of a hazy underbelly to art. you are always more important than the work.

on that note. drink your fukin. water.

don't talk about a story until you've finished it. once you tell the story, it exists already, and isn't about discovery. i usually have a very canned "haha we'll see" response.

grapes :) tasty snack.

i love you be free.

#edit: the command not to talk about it is from personal experience!#i have heard Otherwise in the tags so i will edit to say:#if you've noticed that you tend to like Talk A Lot about ur piece but never WRITE it -#consider voice-to-text #also #u might be like me and ... need to figure it out on the PAGE and not OUT LOUD #i am often an auditory processor so i wont tell people specifics but i'll be like #huh. so i have a character who is in love .... and they don't know it #and my friend will be like ''oh they should kiss' and meanwhile #somehow #saying it out loud im like #yeah thank u ur right the dress SHOULD be purple that's what the problem has been <3 #idk!!! it's up to you!!! my suggestion is to say LESS until you know for a FACT that saying MORE works better for you #-- always better to slowly unspool in ur exploration of that #than to accidentally talk too much and get Bored Of Project #idk idk idk #i have adhd so every book surprises me bc im like #wait where did any of this even COME FROM #and whatever little gremlin in my brain that writes is like :)#''heyyy girlie.......''#WHICH IS A LONG WAY TO SAY:#i didn't know about Not Talking About It as an option until i'd ruined a few projects!!#but there are people who need to do the other thing!!! and i love us both!!!!#wow brains are so funny!!!!

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embrosegraves · 3 months

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𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕍𝕊 𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕔

Arthur Leclerc x Fem!Verstappen!Reader In which they love to annoy their older brothers with their relationship

Warnings: really cringy pick up lines maybe some spelling/grammar mistakes idk idrc

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arthurleclerc Your hand looks heavy, I'll hold it for you

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yn_verstappen Liefje 🥰 ↪ arthurleclerc ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

yn_verstappen I also have a really big crush on u 🤭🫣

yn_verstappen my boobs are kinda heavy too 🥺 can you help?? ↪ arthurleclerc omw 🫡🤗

charles_leclerc I'm gonna barf ↪ maxverstappen1 that makes two of us 🤢🤢

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yn_verstappen You look exactly like my future husband

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arthurleclerc Mon Chérie 😍

arthurleclerc I was gonna say you remind me of my future wife ↪ yn_verstappen 🤭🤭

arthurleclerc My lips are pretty lonely, can I introduce them to yours? ↪ yn_verstappen I'll be right there! (^///^)

maxverstappen1 can you not? ↪ yn_verstappen who? ↪ maxverstappen1 you and your 🤢boyfriend🤢 ↪ yn_verstappen no i mean who asked??

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maxverstappen1 or you could just not come ↪ yn_verstappen And when arthur sees I'm not there for his debut? what then?? ↪ maxverstappen1 not my problem ↪ yn_verstappen aight bet.

charles_leclerc yes yes very happy for arthur but can we keeping the annoying to a minimum? ↪ yn_verstappen what have you done to deserve less annoyance? ↪ charles_leclerc I'll let you borrow my yacht for a week. ↪ yn_verstappen a month or no deal ↪ charles_leclerc you're kidding. ↪ charles_leclerc fine. ↪ yn_verstappen pleasure doing business with you Chacha

arthurleclerc the universe is complex, beautiful and fascinating. Don't you ever get tired of it copying you? ↪ yn_verstappen I think that deserves a kiss ↪ yn_verstappen maybe even 2 kisses ↪ arthurleclerc stay exactly where you are, I'm coming for my kisses ASAP

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This was going to be a bit longer, but the Australian summer heat is making me feel like death so part 2 will come out whenever I can be fucked to do it

I hope you all enjoyed!

Likes, replies and reblogs are always appreciated <3

#formula 1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 fluff #formula one #formula 1 #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc #im too tired to put a lot of tags #please reblogs with tags I missed <3 lysm

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misterblanc · 1 year

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do you feel me here?

lewis hamilton x fem!reader

summary: getting intimately reacquainted with lewis after he decides a work trip has kept you away from him for far too long

warnings: mature language, smut (dirty talk, unprotected sex, fingering, daddy kink), possible spelling and grammar mistakes and a rushed ending [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

note: this is my first time writing smut...ever! inspired by sabrina claudio's "don't let me down". help a hoe out and leave feedback/comments and if you feel so inclined a like/reblog 💕 stay safe all u horndogs

words: 770

❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"Good girl - that's a good fucking girl." Lewis cooed, warm breath fanning against your slick inner thighs as you rode out your orgasm.

You whimpered and quaked as he slowed the pump of his fingers inside your tight walls and peppered gentle kisses against the silky skin of your thigh where his head lay, your hand threaded tightly through his braids.

You'd lost track of how long his lean muscled body had been draped over yours, and quite honestly, you didn't care. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were drunk, lost in the hazy stupor that you always fell into when you got in bed with Lewis. The only indicator that time had passed was the dim, inky morning light that had started creeping through the gauzy curtains of his hotel room.

Lewis rarely made extraneous use of the private jet at his disposal but after 8 days spent by himself at a hotel in New York on a business trip to attend to his growing fashion line, he had grown too sexually frustrated in your absence to take it anymore. Of course, the photos and videos he received on a nightly basis that you took of yourself weren't helping, either. Sometimes you played lazily with your clit, other times you fucked yourself roughly with a dildo in your shared bed, but every time you moaned his name as you came, your sweet noises going straight to his stiff, aching cock.

With a few phone calls, you were on your way. And that's how you'd found yourself across the country at his hotel. You had barely any time to say hello once he opened the hotel room door before he grabbed you by your waist and threw you onto the soft bed where you'd stayed since you arrived.

Lewis tilted his head upwards between your shaking thighs to look at where you lay above him on the bed. He thought you looked beautiful all the time, but if he had to be honest, he loved this view the most. Eyelashes fluttered against skin that glowed with a sheen of sweat that only multiple orgasms could bring, the baby hairs of your undone hair sticking against your forehead. His eyes raked over your tensed neck and arched torso, where he had sucked and licked your sweet skin earlier on his way to your aching cunt.

"You look so gorgeous when you're all fucked out, princess," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows. "You've been so patient for me, baby...I think you deserve Daddy's cock now. Do you think you can handle that for me?"

You moaned at his words, thighs squeezing together against the soreness and sensitivity of your pussy. "M' don't know, Daddy..."

"You can give me another one, can't you baby?" Lewis purred, wrapping tattooed hands around your thighs to pull them apart again. "Don't hide Daddy's pretty pussy, baby. I wanna see all of you."

He knelt on his knees in front of you, stroking his hard cock. Your head fell back against the pillow at the sight of him smearing his now dripping precum along his length.

Wordlessly, you gave in and hooked your legs around his waist as he rubbed the head of his cock against your creamy opening.

"That's right baby girl, you know just what to do." he breathed out as he finally pushed in, the searing stretch of just his tip making you gasp. "Always know just what to do for Daddy."

He leaned down and you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperate to feel him closer to you. He groaned softly as he bottomed out inside of you and began thrusting, your wet cunt clenching around him.

"Do you feel me here, baby?" Lewis asked, reaching one hand down to press against your lower tummy where you could feel his cock buried deep inside you.

"Mmhmm, yes Daddy," you panted, thighs tightening around his waist as you felt the approach of another orgasm and screwed your eyes shut. "Please, don't stop!"

"Oh, love, are you going to come again? Are you gonna come all over Daddy's cock?" he asked, pulling his head back and gripping your chin so you were face-to-face again. "Say my name when you fucking come, princess."

Suddenly, the knots twisting in your stomach came undone and the only word you could speak was his name,

"Lewis!"

At the sound of hearing you finally moan his name, he smirked as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

"Good job, princess. Rest up, because I'm gonna make you scream it again before daylight."

#my writing #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton smut #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton drabble

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acciopietro · 1 year

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Hi, I have a request.

So like Pietro and the reader are in a relationship and Pietro is really insecure about him being not able to give reader enough gifts and attention. (Reader is from a wealthy family)

He's scared that Reader could leave him for a wealthier person than him. Reader reassure Pietro that they won't leave him.

Yea, so angsty & fluff.

The reader can be gender neutral, I don't really care.

Thanks, I love how you write

Have a nice day.

anything from you - p.m.

pairing: pietro maximoff x gn! reader

summary: pietro’s unsure whether or not he’s enough

word count: 1662

tw: no!

a/n: this was such a cute idea! i apologize for how short this is, i'm trying to clear out my drafts LOL! this is unedited so if u see any grammar or spelling mistakes lmk!!!! <3

"I CAN'T ACCEPT THIS," PIETRO'S mouth had fallen agape at the sight of the small box he opened, resting it on his lap. The light flashed off of the glittering silver of the watch inside, it's glass face perfectly clear, so well made that it looked like there was nothing there. "This is... this is very expensive gift."

"You have to accept it," you grinned, shrugging your shoulders. "I saw it and thought you'd like it."

"Yes, and I-- I do, but..." Pietro opened and closed his mouth like a fish. "I have never worn something so expensive before."

"Firsts for everything!" you giggled and gave him a bashful smile. He pursed his lips, melting at the sweetness of your face, and glanced back down at the watch. Your face sunk a bit at his hesitation, and you grabbed the bag that previously held the box. "I can return it, if you don't like it."

"No, I... I love it," Pietro grabbed ahold of your hand, smoothing his thumb over the top of your knuckles before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. "Multumesc, dragă."

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“AHA!” Pietro mumbled to himself, pulling his hand out from behind the couch cushion of the couch in the Avengers Compound’s foyer, another quarter pinched between his fingers. He was lucky enough to live there and earn a decent wage, but he certainly did not have as much disposable income as say, Tony Stark, or even Y/N L/N.

“Pietro,” came Wanda’s voice from behind him, her tone slow as though she were confused. He turned his head to see her standing there, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Right now, I am counting,” he said, sitting down and dumping out his pocket, muttering the numbers under his breath. “I have a total of twenty-three dollars and...seventy-three cents. But then once I add the money from my wallet, I’ll have about...”

“What do you need this for?” Wanda sauntered over, sitting across from him and his measly pile of dented dollar bills and dirty coins. Pietro didn’t respond, still counting in his head.

“Sixty-five dollars and eighty-two cents,” Pietro nodded his head, muttering under his breath. “That might be enough...”

“Nice watch,” Wanda complimented. “From Y/N, yes?”

“Yeah,” Pietro muttered, rubbing the band of it with his thumb. “They are very generous.”

“I see.”

“I want to buy them something,” Pietro told his sister. “But... I cannot really afford something very expensive, you know? So maybe something for fifty dollars. Or maybe more, but I... I don’t know.”

“Why don’t you just make them something? Or take them some place nice?”

“I could,” Pietro scratched his chin, dropping his shoulders in exhaustion. “But they’re always buying me things, I feel like I need to return the favor.”

“You don’t owe them anything, though,” Wanda told him gently. “Just because they buy you all these things doesn’t mean you need to buy them things, it just means you need to gift them with other things. Experiences, homemade things... as long as there is love in it, no?”

“I am not wealthy like them,” Pietro sighed. “What if they think I am using them for their money? I need to show them that --”

“They do not think that,” Wanda gave him a gentle look. “They love you, trust me. I was with them when they picked out that watch for you.”

“Yeah, well,” Pietro didn’t have much to say in response to that. “They’d be better off with someone who can afford to take care of them.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Wanda shook her head. “You take care of them just fine.”

“Hmph,” Pietro only shrugged and began to leave the room. “Maybe. But they could do better.”

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“Wanda?” you said, poking your head into the kitchen. Said woman stood over a steaming pot, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon. Vision glided into the room, holding onto a container of paprika looking triumphant.

“Found it!” he said cheerfully. He turned his head and grinned at the sight of you. “Oh, hello, Y/N. Did you want some paprikash?”

“Maybe later, thanks Vision,” you smiled. “Have either of you seen Pietro?”

“Uhm, I’d assume he’d be in his room,” Wanda guessed.

“No, he’s not in there,” you frowned, sitting on one of the bar stools. “I’ve been looking around for him all day. I think he’s avoiding me.”

You knew Wanda and Vision shared a glance, but you were too busy staring down at the ring on your finger to say anything. Pietro had gotten it for you in the early stages of your relationship; you hadn’t the slightest clue where it was from or if the gems were real, but it was beautiful and fit like a glove. That was all that mattered, anyways. You twisted it around on your finger, frowning.

“Did I upset him?” you asked Wanda. “Has he said anything to you?”

Wanda gave a quick, almost unnoticeable glance at Vision. “Erm... he’s not upset at you, no.”

“What is it, then?” you pressed. There was a pregnant pause of silence.

“Look, I think you should talk to him,” Wanda trailed off, her brows slowly raising as she glanced behind you. Vision did nothing, however he was not slick about the way his eyes widened and he mouthed, “Go!”

You whipped your head around, and before you set eyes on Pietro, the blur of his red sweatshirt caught your eye and you knew he had run off. You sighed, running a hand across your scalp.

“Sorry,” Vision apologized to you, bowing his head. “It’s... it’s your business, you and him.”

“Yes, I know,” you sighed again. “Thanks, I guess.”

“We’ll save some paprikash for you!” Wanda called out to you as you disappeared down the hallway. The lights of Pietro’s room were on, and you could hear the soft sound of a record playing from outside the door. It was Billy Joel’s The Stranger, one of his favorite American records; you had bought it for him, along with Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder and Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John.

With “Vienna” playing from the old record player, you creaked open the door. Pietro was at his desk, hunched over a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen in his hand. He was humming along softly under his breath, scribbling away and not noticing you. You walked up behind him and put a hand on his arm, bending over to place your chin on his shoulder. He jumped.

“You scared me,” he muttered, hastily folding up the paper and shoving it into a drawer. “Did you knock?”

“No, sorry,” you drew your face away from him, glancing at where he hid the paper. “Did you want me to leave?”

“I--” he hesitated. “No, I don’t.”

“Okay,” you rocked on your toes for a second before crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed. “You okay? Whatcha doing?”

“Just drawing,” he sighed, putting the pen down and leaning back in his chair. “Bored, I guess.”

“Haven’t seen you all day,” you continued.

“Been tired,” he lied through his teeth.

“Yeah, okay,” you scoffed. “You slept for like ten hours.”

Pietro’s lips quirked up. “Yeah, true.”

“What’s going on?” you asked bluntly, patting the empty space on the bed beside you. Pietro eyed it for a second, as though hesitating, before getting up and taking a seat beside you, his knees resting against yours, shoulders pressed against one another. You lifted your hand, running it through his hair. “What’s goin’ on in that brain of yours?”

“Just...” Pietro paused. “Don’t you ever... aren’t you ever upset that I can’t... that I can’t really do stuff for you?”

You furrowed your brows, unsure what he meant.

“Like this watch,” Pietro ran his thumb over the face of the shiny gold watch on his wrist, the band glinting under the soft lights of his bedroom. “It’s... it’s great. I love it. But I can’t buy you stuff like this. I can’t... I don’t have...”

“That never upsets me,” you told him honestly. “I don’t even think about that kind of stuff.”

“You could have a guy who can buy you things,” Pietro went on. “A real rich one, you know, take you shopping and whatnot.”

“I can take myself shopping,” you joked, bumping your shoulder with his. He gave a small smile. “And I don’t need that, nor do I want that. I want you, and whatever you come with is perfect.”

“Are you sure?” Pietro scrunched up his face, his pale eyes glazed over. You ran your hand through the icy tips of his hair, and he leaned into your touch like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “Sometimes I worry that you’ll leave.”

“Leave?”

“For someone with more money,” Pietro mumbled.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to leave, and I’m not going to anytime soon.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you kissed his temple. “I am.”

Pietro said nothing, his brows furrowed and his nose slightly scrunched. You put your hand under his chin, turning his face so the two of you were eye to eye.

"You are perfectly perfect, Piet,” you told him firmly. You felt his face turn hot underneath your hand. “I’ve never wished for anything more or less from you. It’s like I’m Goldilocks and you’re the porridge that’s just right."

“Mm,” was all he said for a moment, leaning into you. After a pregnant pause of silence, he said, “I don’t know what that means.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you wrapped your arms around him, hugging his side. He pressed into you, hugging you back, the warmth from his arms engulfing you. “My next gift for you will be an American nursery rhyme book. How’s that?”

He let out a laugh, holding you tighter. “Anything from you is perfect.”

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translations:

"Multumesc, dragă." - Thank you, darling.

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pjsk-writin · 9 months

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Hey there! This is my first time requesting lol

Anyway can I request platonic or poly vbs with a reader who's like the mom friene in through out the relationship? Idk if I worded that right- for example like reader always has purse that literally has everything anyone would need and probably always reminds An and Akito to do their homework 😭 and just always worries for them making sure they do the right things

thank uuu <33 aslo sorry for any spelling/grammar mistake here's eng isn't my first language-

HIII super happy to be ur first req!! <3 ur free to interpret as u want <3 and dw abt it, ur fine!! hope u like this!! <3

◇ MOM FRIEND - Kohane Azusawa, An Shiraishi, Akito Shinonome and Toya Aoyagi x Reader

Everyone in VBS is almost immediately drawn to your motherly attitude, you were just so sweet to them!

It gets to the point where even the Virtual Singers hear about how amazing and sweet you are, they all just adore you so much <3

Your support and kindness will definitely draw many emotions out of Kohane. She's both very confident with your support and very shy receiving it

You're probably one of the only people to see An's more insecure side, because she feels comfortable enough to ramble to you due to how kind you are about it

Akito will definitely love to joke around with you and shrug off your motherly statements, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it when you dote on him

The person who will literally melt from your motherly demeanor will be Toya. He's not used to it, and he finds himself looking out for you and your support all of the time

They all get used to just asking you for things from your bag, because they know 99.99% of the time you'll have what they need

They will all light up if you come visit during a practice, and An is quick to whip up some food and drinks for you

One of the biggest jokes with Akito and An in particular is that they threaten to "tell mom" if the other did something wrong. Their faces will drop so quickly

This joke does spread to Toya and Kohane, although they don't use it as much. You can walk into the room to find them all trying to hush each other

Overall, they absolutely adore you, and they will always try their best to return your efforts tenfold <3

#project sekai x reader #pjsk x reader #kohane azusawa x reader #azusawa kohane x reader #an shiraishi x reader #shiraishi an x reader #akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #aoyagi toya x reader

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thunderc1an · 2 months

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how to love a stranger

#warriors #warrior cats #thunderclan #sparkpelt #firestar #my comic #this comic is based on my own experience #with my grandmother who I never met #remember that wip I posted like a little bit ago of the comics I had planned #yeah hehehehe #I wanna add one more thing but hmmmmmm still deciding how to word it hmmm #if u see any grammar or spelling mistake... no u don't

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tigerr-cherry · 2 months

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A cotl Au I pulled out of my ass lol

I have already like 3 wips started for this thing

! Ramble ¡

Over the Millenniums, the heavy weight of the red crown has taken its toll on the lamb, causing them to relive the years. They've dissappear from the cult and has left everyone behind . Narinder has taken over running the cult, but it's basically useless without the red crown.

Narinder can't take the risk of leaving the compound to hunt the Lamb for the red crown with The Lamb constantly on the move as they descend into madness. makes it even more difficult to pinpoint their location.

Luckily, a rumor of a demon causing mischief near the cult's ground has reached Narinder, which is probably the best news he's gotten in 78 years. Demons are excellent trackers .

Basically, Narinder & Shiloh make a deal. They go on serious/ not serious bros trip 2 look for the lamb . Find lamb. Narilamb happens. Narinder gives Shiloh the red crown so they can do the resurrection thing. Shiloh is so confused & is like, "I just wanted my ex lover back from the dead . I don't want y'alls cult, ,,," to which Narinder says "yeah whatever I'm gonna be busy with husband's healing journey. Keep the place warm for me till we get back. Peace." Then they go live in a cabin in the woods while Shiloh is stressing w/ the red crown

#if there are any spelling/ grammar mistakes just pretend u don't see it #i am insane #and dyslexic #cult of the lamb #Narinder my pathetic lil meow meow #cotl narinder #cotl fanart #cotl oc #cotl au #my art

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infranuz · 1 year

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Hii can I get a Chishiya x reader where the reader is an artist? It can be in whatever format u like, I don't really mind. Please and thank u!

“ A PAINTING FOR YOU!! ” — chishiya x artist!reader

where chishiyas s/o is an artist who likes to take painting commissions, except this time valentine’s day is getting closer and they want to make a special gift just for chishiya.

— HIHI!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING,, I had this idea to add on to the request hopefully you don’t mind<3 but I hope it is to your liking!! ,, ps there’s most likely spelling and grammar mistakes so anything I missed, feel free to correct me 💕 also so sorry for writing this 4 days after valentines😭 ,, also,, mentions of wife and husband..

it was currently 10 pm, saturday february 11. three full days before valentine’s day, yet you were still busy finishing up your commissions instead of planning something special for your boyfriend. the thought of making something for him this year crossed your mind as you were scrolling through Instagram looking through your feed. it wasn’t a bad idea at all actually. surely chishiya would appreciate a gift.

you were a painter who made portraits and other paintings for people, chishiya admired this. he always wondered how you were so patient yet fast when handling your art. truly a unique talent, even for him to admit. you had actually tried to teach chishiya how to sketch and make a good painting, the basics. not once did it work out. he may be a fast learner but sticking to the med field instead of art would be better.

still, you always kept his painting attempts most of the time. point is, valentine’s day was approaching rather quickly and this year you wanted to use your talent to good use. it had to be something meaningful yet pretty, something he would love to admire. this was your second year as a couple celebrating the 14th together. you had thought of other things to possibly gift the half blond but chishiya was never the materialistic type so choosing something for him was rather difficult.

so that’s when the idea of a painting came in, i mean you could easily finish a canvas in three days, right? the moment you realized what you wanted to do you got up from your bed and immediately started to sketch out your idea. you only had three days to finish the painting, thank god chishiya didnt live with you, otherwise the gift would’ve been a big fail right from the start.

after about an hour of narrowing down your ideas, you went for the safer option, your favorite date spot. it was more of a rough sketch idea since you weren’t fully sure when you first started, finishing the sketch would probably take all night but you were willing to take that risk. of course you would be closing and pausing your commissions just until the 15th so you could focus on the main thing.

obviously the colors would be a pain to find so mixing and combining the ones you had at home were the safer option. greys, whites, some really pigmented and bright ones others pretty dark.. yet it was a good palette. it all looked good together when you tested it on a small scaled canvas. it was now 7 am, frebruary 12th, took all night to finish, but at least the picture itself was done.. good news!!

although the bad news on the other hand,, chishiya would be arriving at your doorstep any moment now. he would always make sure to see you before a shift of his at the hospital, which was quite early. you had to put a cover over the canvas and securely lock your art room beforehand. it was screaming suspicion but who cares, not like you killed anyone. though the idea of chishiya finding out his gift wasn’t pleasant so before he arrived you tried to look natural which wouldn’t be easy with the evident dark circles under your eyes that made it obvious you hadn’t slept an inch.

right after you walked back to the kitchen the sound of keys trying to unlock the door were heard. normally you would be happy yet sleepy of his presence right before going to work. this time you were nervous and still sleepy, he figures things out way too quickly specially when you act suspicious, he can read a person too well. you heard him go upstairs, thankfully not where your art room is at. confused you waited for him to come back downstairs, “there you are, I thought you were still be in bed” chishiya made his way to the counter. on sundays you stayed in bed until he arrived and woke you up to eat breakfast.

“I woke up a tad bit earlier today” you turned to him with two mugs filled with hot water. “morning chishi” you smiled at him trying to shake off the nervousness. he looked up at you and his eyes immediately landed on the dark circles right beneath yours. “did you not sleep well?” he frowned. “ah, this? I was finishing up some commissions last night that I completely forgot to sleep haha..” he raised a brow at you with clear confusion, but questioned no further.

to anyone, you staying up finishing any art project of yours would be normal, to him it’s was very,, weird. chishiya knew you all too well, you would never and when I say never it’s because clearly, never have you stayed all up all night trying to finish a canvas. still he didn’t mention a single word of this, “you should’ve told me, you could be sleeping right now instead of having breakfast with me” it was your time to frown, “but I wouldn’t have seen you today, anyway it doesn’t bother me I purely run on coffee” you said proudly.

“you’re stupid” he sighted, though truth is he was glad he got to see you before work, long hours at the hospital were exhausting specially when he didn’t get to see you all day. he would never admit to that though. “make sure to sleep after, it’s not healthy not getting any sleep, you could get sick” there he goes again scolding you about your health, it’s almost as if he was your husband and you his wife. “i know, i know, don’t worry i will” you weren’t..

he left soon after you packed his lunch, which was rather silly. everytime you thought about it, it would be almost as if you were a married couple. with a quick kiss and hug he exited your house and walked to his destination.

right after he left you grabbed your keys and unlocked your art room again ready to continue. he would scold you later when he finds out you went straight to your project rather than sleeping. but that would be a worry for later. sadly he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow when he finished his shift.. at least it would give you more time to work rather than having to hide your painting.

at some point you decided to stop and actually take a small nap, anyway you were half done and it was 1 am, february 13th. once again you put a cover over the canvas and locked the door before walking up to your room and finally sleeping. yet that didn’t exactly do much for your eye bags.

“you didn’t sleep again?” he sounded tired and sleepy the very next morning he arrived from the hospital “you haven’t slept either chishi” whenever he arrived at your doorstep tired from his long hour shifts you would grow worried for his health. “let’s get you to bed” you grabbed his hand as he followed. it was a pretty normal routine by now. he would sleep at your house while you either stayed right beside him or went out to buy groceries. this time you would have to go back down and finally finish the project. which was very risky considering he was there.

he immediately knocked out after he felt himself laying down, you giggled at his sight as you went back downstairs. you made sure to lock your art room before starting so he wouldn’t accidentally walk in on you making his gift. after many hours later the painting was finally done and you could get a good rest right next to your boyfriend.

finally the 14th of february arrived, you were excited to show him his present that you worked hard on. hoping that he would like it even more, you took him to the exact same spot that was painted into the canvas. a picnic date to be exact. you were both clearly still in need of sleep but that business would be for later after your date.

he had a bag and some flowers in hand when he arrived, he was wearing the white hoodie you got him last year with a white shirt underneath and sweatpants.. typical of him. the canvas was right beside the basket of food you brought but that would be opened after you were done eating.

some small typical talk later you both finished your food “thankfully you had today off, you seriously needed a break” you were picking up and trashing the items you no longer used. now, it was the time for gifts , much to his dismay. chishiya was never good with words so he always just handed you your gift straightforward “here” he grabbed the bag by his side and gave it to you. it was a necklace with both of your initials although the s stood out more.

you let out a grin “thank you shuntaro”, surprisingly he didn’t buy you a ring, (he was about to).. actually even more surprising, he got you jewelry. you asked him to clip the necklace from behind your neck. it was a pretty necklace needless to say. he also handed you a letter but he advised you to open it later when he wasn’t in your presence anymore.

now it was your turn to give him his gift. you let out a deep breath and grabbed the boxed canvas behind you. “i wanted to gift you something special this year, so hopefully you like this” you hand him the painting.

he slowly unwraps the tie and opens the box, for a second you see his eyes widen as he stares at the content inside, slowly they soften and he smirks “so this is what you were hiding” you look up at him shocked “YOU KNEW?!?” you couldn’t believe such a moment was ruined by him telling you he already knew.

“it was pretty obvious dumbass” you sighted in defeat “at least you didn’t know what the painting contained..” you smiled softly “do you like it?” you looked up at him, his eyes to be exact. he only hums and smiles at your words, you feel all the nervousness lift from your shoulders.

you launched yourself at him with joy as he falls back on the grass. his hands travel to your waist as he hugs you. truth to be told you loved these moments were chishiya showed just how much he actually enjoys being with you without him having to actually say it.

your hands land on both of his cheeks, a small kiss to his forehead. “i’m glad you liked it, let’s have more years together okay?” you smile at him. chishiya could only chuckle at your words yet agree, he looked forward to spending many more years to come with you and truly, only you.

#asalamis #aib chishiya #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fluff #chishiya imagine

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wonderland-smile-stories · 4 months

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~ Chapter 5. 01 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

"Mi-na!"

I had just walked out of the restroom when Ji-su yelled my name from behind me. Her arms wrapped around me the moment she stood in front of me.

"I'm so happy you are alright."

I patted her back saying.

"Don't worry I'm fine."

She pulled away scanning my body up and down.

"Your ankle?"

I look down at it before looking back at her.

"It's the only injury I have from the fall."

"You were so lucky that you landed on Hyun-su. If it wasn't for him you would be dead!" She responded.

"Speaking of Hyun-su. Have you seen him? I haven't seen him around here. I want to thank him for what he did." I explained while looking around to see if he would walk by or something.

"Nobody has told you?"

Completely confused I shook my head.

"There was a voting. The residents had to vote if he could stay here or if they would throw him out. Because he was infected." My mouth when open ready to argue back when she stopped me.

"Calm down. He could stay." I let out a sigh of relief while running a hand through my hair.

"So where is he?"

"He's locked up." She said hesitantly to see what my reaction would be.

"What! Why?!" I fumed balding my hands into a fist.

"He's still infected. They said he could still turn into a monster. It was too big of a risk." I poke my tongue against my cheek trying to calm myself down.

"Who's idea was it?"

"Eun-hyuk. He kind of runs things around here now." Of course.

Without saying anything else to Ji-su I limp toward the security office. I didn't bother to knock and just slammed the door open. He was sitting in front of the monitors but turned around when I slammed the door against the wall.

"You locked him up?!" I hissed walking closer to him.

Calmly he looked at me before answering.

"It's for our safety. We don't know if he still will change or not." I shook my head.

"He won't. Besides he isn't dangerous. He already saved my life twice and saved two kids. Does that sound like something a monster would do?!"

Eun-hyuk let out a sigh.

"We can't risk him changing in the middle of us. I'm sorry we can't let him run free."

frowning my brows I shook my head.

"If he's locked up because he's infected. Then you can lock me up as well. I'm infected."

Without saying anything he stood up walking past me to close the door.

"There's no need to lock you up." My brows frown out of confusion.

"What? You just told me you locked him up because he could change at any moment. But you wouldn't lock me u...."

That's when it hit me.

"You knew didn't you?"

He was still facing the door not giving me one look. I heard him sigh before speaking up.

"I had a suspicion when they explained what the symptoms were." He turned around to look at me.

"But I thought it was coincidental seeing that everything just has started and you had them for a week." He explains with his hands in his pockets.

"But I was sure of it when we found you at the bottom of the stairs. When you were unconscious I examined you to make sure you didn't have any major injuries. That's when I found the bandage around your waist. It was bloody, so I wanted to make sure everything was okay, but when I removed it nothing was there."

I was right.

He had noticed that the bandage was there, but he didn't say anything about it.

"I had asked Ji-su and Jae-heon what happened and from what they told me the wound should still be there."

"I can still turn, so why don't you want to lock me up?"

He walks past me towards the monitors.

"Most people change just days after the first symptoms. You had them for so long now that it makes me think you are immune to it or it just doesn't affect you like other people." He explains looking at the monitors.

I swallow thickly before speaking up.

"So what if Hyun-su is just like me? It has already been a few days."

Eun-hyuk shook his head turning around to face me.

"Are you sure about it? Can you prove to me that he is like you and can guarantee that he won't change and kill us all?" My eyes moved to the ground letting his words sink into me.

I honestly can't. I don't even know why I haven't changed yet.

"Can you prove to me that I won't change and that I won't kill everyone?" I asked looking back up at him.

He let out a sign before saying.

"You're lesser of risk than him."

A frown came to my face.

"And you're willing to risk everyone's lives because you think I'm lesser of a threat to everyone? That isn't fair to Hyun-su or the residents." I argue back.

"I'm sorry. I won't change my mind. Besides they weren't really happy that we let him stay here. They could have kicked him out. Locking him up was the only thing that could bring back some stability here." I shook my head turning around to leave when he spoke up.

"Mi-na. Don't tell anyone you're infected. Not even the people who are close to you or even Hyun-su. With you out here it would be safer if something happened and we can't get to Hyun-su fast enough." I let out a scoff before walking out of the room and slamming the door shut behind me.

I don't even need to ask where they locked him up. I was there just a few minutes ago. Limping my way back to where the cell door was my mind began to fill with questions. Why would Eun-hyuk risk everyone's lives? What is he even planning on doing with the people who are infected? Is he just going to let them rot there?

Maybe I could free Hyun-su so that he could run, but then again where would he go? It's too dangerous outside, even for him.

I rolled my eyes when I saw the three guys from earlier still standing there. I guess they are standing as guards. Without giving them one look I walk to the door. I can't just get in there I needed a key. My head turned to the guys and saw them quickly looking away when they saw me looking at them.

"Do one of you have the key?" My voice wasn't harsh or cold, yet it made them jump.

"We can't allow you inside." Seung-wan answers from behind the other two.

"Why not? Scared I will break them out?" They looked at each other before looking back at me.

"Nobody is allowed inside. It would be too dangerous." Byeong-il Explains.

I rolled my eyes at them taking a step towards them. It made them let out a little yell.

"Didn't you three say that I belong in there? Well here is your chance to do it." They just looked at me without saying anything.

I let out another sigh taking another step closer. It only took one step to make them yell and for Seung-wan to hold out the key as far as possible from himself.

A smile came to my face taking it from his shaky hands.

"Thanks."

Without waiting any more time I unlocked the door. It was much more darker in here than I had thought, but I could make out Hyun-su's outline from the way he was sitting.

"Hyun-su." I breathe out happy seeing that he was completely alone.

His head shot up from his arms that were on his knees when he heard my voice.

"Mi-na?" I nodded my head walking over to him.

He was sitting on some wooden crates.

"You're really okay!" He exclaimed standing up.

"Yeah, thanks to you! I would be dead if you hadn't grabbed me!" I answered with a smile.

It wasn't bright here, but I could still see his cheeks turn pink.

I took a step closer and his eyes widened.

"Your ankle? Is it because of the fall?" I look down at it before looking back at him.

"Don't worry about it. I rather have this than be dead." I laugh.

"So how are you holding up so far? I know it's no fun being here." I said looking around the room.

I hadn't seen them before, but Yoon-jea was sitting on the other side looking at us with sharp eyes. While Mister Kim was sleeping on the couch.

"I'm fine." He said softly when I looked back at him.

I limp to the crates he was sitting on earlier and took a seat myself on it. To be honest, my ankle really began to hurt. I brought my left leg to my chest to have a better look at it. I could see that more redness had appeared around.

"What happened? This isn't from the fall." My eyes moved back to him when he grabbed my arm moving my sleeve a little up.

My heart stopped for a second scared he would see what was higher, but he didn't push it further up. I hadn't noticed it before, but my wrist was bruised with some scratch marks that were bleeding a little. It's probably the outcome of when Yoon-jea had grabbed me in the hallway.

My eyes automatically moved over Hyun-su's shoulder meeting the eyes of Yoon-jea. He was biting on his thumbnail while staring intensely at us.

"Nothing. It probably happened when the big monster threw me against the wall yesterday." My eyes moved back at Hyun-su at the end of the sentence, but that didn't stop him from looking over his shoulder at Yoon-jea.

"Did h..." Quickly I shook my head when he looked back at me while pulling my wrist from his hands.

"No. Don't worry about it. Nothing happened." I try to reassure him.

The look he was giving me said that I had failed.

"I'm pissed that they locked you up in here. I tried to change their mind, but they just don't listen." I spoke trying to change the subject.

Hyun-su lowered his head before speaking softly.

"Maybe it's for the best. What if I really change into a monster? I don't want to hurt people." I put my hand on his shoulder giving it a little squeeze.

"You won't. And even if you did I don't think you would hurt anyone."

His eyes met mine and I could tell that he didn't believe me.

"How are you so sure about it? Maybe I deserve to change." I shook my head giving him a small smile.

"You don't. You already have saved me a couple of times without even really knowing me. Same as saving those kids! You're a good person Hyun-su, with a good heart." To my surprise he took my hand off his shoulder, gently placing it on my lap.

"Being a good guy can sometimes fire back into your face." I was about to argue back when the door opened.

I rolled my eyes when I saw Eun-hyuk walk in.

"Mi-na, you don't need to be here." Clenching my teeth together I carefully got off the crate muttering some curse words while passing him, but before I could fully pass him he grabbed my arm and whispered.

"Just because I won't lock you up doesn't mean you don't have to follow the rules." I yanked my arm out of his grasp not bothering to look at him.

When I walked away I could hear him calling Hyun-su.

Facking douchebag.

Just because he's smart doesn't mean he can be the freaking boss around here.

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soleilnomoon · 11 months

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Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

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