(A/N): I literally have no excuse for this other than I love mermaid Bucky so
Summary: (Y/N) happens to come across a rather friendly mermaid
The sun was just barely rising, the beach was quiet, no birds about squawking, no children running around carrying greasy hot dogs, no music of beach goers, just you, the sunset, and the ocean. With a pleasant sigh you settled down onto one of the docks surrounding the ocean.
You pick up a pencil and begin to gently sketch the purple and pink hues of the sky, your pencil gingerly shading along the half orb you had drawn for the sun. You bite your lip in concentration, looking from your paper up to the sky and back down to your paper again. Every so often you’d switch colors, truly wanting to capture the beauty of the sun and sky-
A gentle slap of the ocean is what grabs your attention. Sure, waves had been rolling in all day, sloping against the wooden posts if the docks, or against boats or sea cliffs but this one sounded different- sharper perhaps? It was much more clear and concise, more like a smack than anything else. The kind of sounds you got when a fish was squirming to get back in the water. You perk your head up and look around but alas there was nothing to see other than the vast expanse of salty water. That’s when you hear it again- that distinct smacking sound only now it was louder, and perhaps a bit faster than the last smack. It sounded panicked or frenzied if you thought about it.
You rise from your spot on the dock, looking around the docks and seashore to see where if perhaps there was any animal who had gotten stuck in some
Plastic or perhaps just needed some help getting back to sea. Your eyes search along the shore, between the boats, even against the cliffs before circling back around. Your eyes don’t particularly catch on anything but your ears certainly do, the smacking sound comes again and again and again, each slap more panicked than the last and it was loud, much too loud to be far away and that’s when you realized the boats closest to you were so large that you couldn’t see behind them or over them and perhaps whatever creature was stuck was hidden behind one of those.
You run to the base of the dock and to where the boats attach to the wooden planks and your eyes begin to search, scanning up and down the rows until you spotted something. And that’s when you see it, a gleam of silver in the purple sun, the scales of some fish as it struggles in a fallen net. Shit, you think to yourself as you run towards that particular dock, already dropping to your knees to help wrangle the poor creature free but what you see is most definitely not what you were expecting. Rather than some fish staring back at you with beady eyes you were faced with a man with rather large, beautiful shining blue orbs.
You stare at the mans face for what feels like forever before you snap out if your reverie, blinking lazily to clear your thoughts.
“Oh my god,” you whisper as you suddenly come to terms with the fact that a man had gotten himself tangled in this net. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The man doesn’t respond, he simply stares back at you with these giant almost pleading puppy dog- esque eyes. "What happened? How did you fall in?“ You try some more questions but yet again the man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t respond with any words but some strange vibrations rattles the air and it takes you a minute to realize that this man is the one making the noise, a sad, almost depressed little whimper in his throat. "Okay,” you whisper as you lift up chunks of the net attempting to figure out how he was tangled. “Lets get you out of this,” You lift up the net as you pull it towards you but it gets caught on something, something almost triangular but almost soft when you tugged hard enough.
The man whimpers, reaching up
Through the net to grab at your hands, silently begging you to stop. You comply, immediately stopping the pulling. But rather than focusing on getting the poor
Man free your eyes are suddenly glued to something else, his hands. They would have looked like any other ordinary pair of hands if it weren’t for the fact that they were webbed and smooth, giving them a glossy like appearance. His nails came to sharp little points, like tiny little daggers attached to his flesh. You stare at his hands, half tempted to even touch them but suddenly the man starts up with his cries again, that low, depressed throaty noise that had your heart aching.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, attempting to get back to work. You twist and pull at the net at all sorts of different angles, trying to free the man but each attempt only brought you more whimpers and more squirming.
“Shit,” You whisper as you stop struggling against the net, slumping down onto the dock in defeat. The man looks at you with concerned eyes, his sad noises starting back up again. “I- I don’t know how to help,” You mutter weakly, your tone nearly exhausted at this point. The man whimpers some more, his clawed hands reaching to attempt to tear the net away from his body. “Wait- stop,” You sigh as you reach down to grab his hands, trying to stop him from causing any more damage. “You’re gonna cut yourself-” The man becomes more panicked in his movements as you grip his wrist only now he was attempting to yank his grip from your yours rather than the nets. “I’m not gonna hurt you!” You attempt to calm him but it was no use, he was struggling and he was struggling hard. With one hard tug your knees slip on the dock, pulling you close to the waters edge. In fact, you’re just about to let go when the man gives one final tug, pulling you into the water with him.
Immediately water fills your lungs and you’re damn sure you scrape your feet along something sharp because the pain shooting into your legs most definitely isn’t normal. You bob back up to the surface, gasping for water as you hack up whatever you had swallowed all the while trying to wipe the water from your eyes. You cough a little as some water bubbles into your throat and out of your mouth, spraying back into the salty abyss. The man goes rigid, staring at you in pure fear and shock, his blue eyes widening in surprise.
“What the hell?” You deadpan, glaring at him with an angry gaze. “You could have killed me!” The man recoils just a tiny bit, those small whimpers bubbling in his throat again. You sigh as you paddle the water about you gently, keeping you afloat long enough to converse with this mysterious man. “I’m sorry- I get you’re probably stressed being caught in here but I’m just trying to help,” You give him what you hope looks like a sympathetic smile. “Can I try to help with the net?” You ask, gesturing to the offending material. The man looks at you and back to the net and back to you again, biting his lip in thought.
You can’t help but notice the way his teeth came to a perfect little point, just like his nails, like tiny daggers buried into his body. Sharp nails, sharp teeth, he wasn’t speaking to you, what the hell was wrong with this guy? But before your anger could bubble again the man nods, squirming just a bit within the water. You give him a grateful little smile as you paddle towards him, stopping just shy of his torso. The closer you got the more you realized just how beautiful this man was, with baby blues and stunningly dark hair, not to mention a strikingly strong jaw line and amazing cheek bones. Even with his strange hands and teeth you couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit attracted to him.
“You’re not gonna try to drown me are ya?” You ask only half jokingly, the other half completely meaning the question. The man looks at you with those damn puppy eyes, shaking his head softly. He almost looked offended by the question if you thought about it but you didn’t have time to gawk at his face, you had to help free him from the net. With a determined albeit hesitant smile you reach out to gingerly work the net away from his chest, trying so desperately not to brush your fingers over his milky skin.
You gulp as you reach up, slowly but surely freeing his head from the net. It’s then, with your fingers grazing along his neck that you notice something, three small cuts along either side of his neck, pulsating as you moved your fingers along. You can’t help but stare at them, perhaps out of morbid curiosity, your eyes glued to the pink flesh of each cut. If you truly thought about it they actually looked like gills of some sort, just like the ones of fishes your father had brought home all those years ago. The man squirms, making some noise in the back of his throat under your intense gaze. You snap out of your trance again, electing to ignore the strange cuts until you freed the man from the net.
“Almost done,” You whisper as you let the top part of the net fall in front of him, all you had to do now was free his legs and- The man reaches down with his own hands- webbed might you add- and rips the remaining net to shreds, nearly ripping it from his legs like some animal. There’s another smack of water and suddenly the man disappears, completely gone after the water calms. You look around, twisting your body to get a good look around but alas you found nothing, not even a trace of the net he’d been confined in. Sure, you thought this was rather strange but you dismissed it as the chill of the freezing water began to set in. You give one last look to the ocean before climbing back onto the dock, shivering within your skin as you meander back to your art supplies.
Your clothes had been soiled by the water and you were freezing, the sun was far too high in the sky to sketch now and thus your morning had been slightly ruined. With an unhappy little sigh you bend down and pick up your supplies and shoes before making your way back towards land, shuffling as water pooled from your shorts.
You wince as pain spreads throughout your feet and something wet slops below you. You look down, grimacing when you noticed the thick red liquid oozing from the bottom of your feet. Guess you really had cut yourself on something. You mentally curse yourself as you limp towards land, most definitely not looking forward to going home and having to clean your wounds up. Grumbling angrily to yourself you waddle onto the sand, nearly yelling in pain as the sand seeps into your blood. God, is this what you got for saving someone’s life? Next time, you begged the universe to remind you to never help someone out again. You stomp as best as you could to your car, an angry cloud of hate brewing over your head. In fact you were in such a bad mood that you failed to realize a certain man staring at you from a few miles in the sea.
The next day you tried the shore again, this time picking a different dock to sit on and sketch from. This time you picked on closer to shore, just to be on the safer side and once you had gotten comfy you began to sketch, hoping to complete your picture today but when you had only been drawing for five minutes you were suddenly interrupted. That telltale smacking sound resounded around you and all of a sudden an almost familiar head of black hair bobs above the water, only the man’s eyes and nose visible.
“Have you come to drag me into the water again?” You ask, a hint of smugness to your tone as you look back down to your drawing, completely dismissing the man. The man shakes his head, a look of remorse crossing his only visible features. “Are you ever going to talk to me?” You ask, suddenly setting down you art to look at him. “I saved you, you nearly killed me, and I don’t even know your name,” The man looks up to you then to your pencil and sketch pad. You follow his gaze, your own landing upon the pencil and paper. “Do you want to write it down?” You ask, the man nods and suddenly he bobs from the water, resting his elbows upon the dock as you hand him a piece of paper and the pencil. He quickly jots down a few words before handing the paper back to you.
James Buchanan Barnes
You smile at his choppy hand writing, it was cute if you really looked at it. “James?” You question, looking at his name again. The man reaches for the pencil and the paper, quickly jotting down a few more words before handing them back to you.
I like Bucky better
You smile even more, nodding. “Bucky it is then. So uh Bucky-” You test the name on your tongue, allowing the taste of it to settle in. You liked it. “Any reason you’re using up all my paper?” You joke but the look of regret that crosses Bucky’s features has your chuckling coming to a stop. “I’m sorry, I uh- I didn’t mean to offend you or…” You trail off as Bucky grabs the pencil and paper again, proceeding to write out another message.
I’m sorry, I can stop using your paper if you’d like me to
“No, no!” You quickly say, “I was just giving you shit, I really don’t mind,” Bucky looks at you for a moment before looking back at the pencil in his hand.
You really don’t?
“I promise,” You smile at him, hoping the small gesture reassured him. Bucky smiles, a small quirk of his lip is all, but it was a start. “So…you really like the water huh?” You ask, chuckling awkwardly at your own question. Bucky apparently doesn’t seem to notice as he nods, looking down to the water almost fondly. “Even after the whole…” You wave your hand, coughing a bit as you allude to the incident the previous morning. “The whole net thing?” Bucky’s brow creases as he reaches for the paper, quickly jotting something down before handing it back to you.
I’m sorry I dragged you in, I was just scared is all
You smile once more, his words alighting something within your heart. “It’s okay, nothing I couldn’t handle,” Bucky nods, his eyes wandering about the scenery almost lazily when suddenly his eyes land on your bandaged feet. You’d gotten home, cleaned the deep cuts out and went in to get stitches and now here you were again, sitting in the same place that gave you the cuts. Bucky pouts as he reaches out with a webbed finger, gingerly running his nail along the white bandage.
“Be careful,” You warn softly, not wishing to startle him. “It’s uh- it’s pretty sore,” Bucky pouts as he reaches out for the paper and pencil again, quickly jotting something down before shoving it towards you.
You bite your lip, contemplating whether or not you should tell him what exactly you had done. “Um, I just cut them up a bit, it was a complete accident,” You add, hoping he didn’t suspect you had cut your feet when you fell in. Bucky nods, reaching out again to run his clawed fingers along the bandage.
“Buck?” You ask hesitantly, biting your lip as you stare at his hands, his very strange, not at all human like hands. The man hums, a low purring like sound issuing from the back of his throat. “Can I uh- Can I ask a question?” Bucky nods as he pulls away a bit, resting his folded arm on the dock to keep part of his body up out of the water. "What’s with the hands?“ You gesture to his, specifically to the webbing. Bucky looks at his hands, a sudden blush rising to his pale skin. He quickly hides his hands under his arms, hiding his face in the flesh part of his elbow.
"I’m sorry,” to attempt to backtrack, already feeling horrible. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed, they’re just different from mine, see?” You hold a hand up, showcasing your short, trimmed nails and most definitely not webbed fingers. Bucky poked his head up a bit, looking at you with uncertain eyes. His piercing gaze then falls to your hand, the blue orbs scrutinizing each finger as he stares. He cocks his head to the side as he studies it, almost with a childlike curiosity.
He gently shifts his arms, hesitantly pulling his hand out from hiding an slowly but surely raising it to yours. It even felt different, it was slimy, practically clammy against your own but it wasn’t unpleasant. He studies the two hands together, pushing his fingers against yours only to pull them back again, he looks at his webbing and then yours, studying his webbed hands almost distastefully. He then moves onto the nails, studying your small stubby ones and then his long, jagged ones. He hums softly, cocking his head to the other side as he places his fingers between yours, watching the way they only went so far due to his webbing. He was studying you like he’d never seen another human being before and at this point you were starting to think he hadn’t…
i was trying to determine what movie the voltron gang was watching in that one picture based upon their reactions and i just. can’t .
first we have coran here. he’s just. chillaxing back with all his snacks. no real reaction. he’s probably not even watching the movie, he’s just there for the food.
and then there’s keith. calmly taking a fucking sip, babes. no real emotion on his face, yet he seems vaguely intrigued. he’s probably the only one watching the movie but not actually paying too much attention to it.
shirogane is ShiroGone™. look at those eyes. that calm, relaxed smile. this man has not stopped a day in his life. he has no clue what’s happening, but is just happy to be in a situation where his life is finally no being immediately threatened. he’s probably disassociating so hard his mind is in the ninth astral plane. godspeed, shiro.
now allura. her little :T face. god, she’s so adorable. but she looks like she’s thinking more about whatever type of alien popcorn she’s eating more than whatever’s on the screen. she’s a mix between shiro and coran. she’s somewhat Gone™ but she’s also just there for the snacks.
now pidge. excited, gripping her pillow, sitting up straight. she looks like she’s actually watching the movie, and is happy to be there. she probably got to pick the movie.
hunk, my son, what has you so frightened????? nobody else besides lance is reacting as hard as you. did something explode??? did a character did a blood death??? someone hold him
okay so the frick frack diddily dack patty wack snick snack crack pack slack mack quarterback crackerjack biofeedback backtrack thumbtack sidetrack tic-tac has lance so excited. everyone else is either sitting normally, not really reacting, or they seem fucking terrified like hunk. what’s got lance so excited???? my bet is that he zoned out five minutes into the movie and then just started physically reacting to his own internal commentary as he ad-libed what all the characters were saying on the screen in his mind
Happy Trans Day of Visibility!!!
It’s been a wild ride, and my two year anniversary of being trans was just about a week ago. My situation hasn’t changed much: I still am in Christian therapy to ‘fix’ me, my binders are still taken away, and I’m still berated by my family if I dress masculinely.
But, there are some upsides! I’ve found some names I’m comfortable with that I connect with, and at school I actively am going by one of them in all of my classes (not correct pronouns however, one step at a time.) and it’s been great. My friends are so supportive and have been my lifeline even when my parents are especially harsh, and I am forever thankful for them.
I’m about to finish my junior year, which means only one more school year left until I can leave this house and start my transition! Next year is full of unknowns, but I’m definitely feeling cautiously optimistic!
The biggest takeaway for me right now from the TLJ panel and promo material is just how unhappy Kylo looks. Those are not the eyes of a man who is feeling overly comfortable with his situation, who feels secure in his position. They are the eyes of a man who has made many choices he regrets; the eyes of a man who is lost; the eyes of a man who is harboring a scared little boy inside him. It’s the same look we, the audience, see right after he kills Han. Conflict and confusion. And it’s not just that that’s the still we got; he has the same look about him in the poster.
Releasing all of those promotional pieces (stills, poster, trailer) was a conscious decision by the wonderful people at Lucasfilms, and if the narrative they were trying to spin was one of an irredeemable villain who would be a static character throughout the film, then I’m sure they could have told told Adam to have the expression that we see on Luke’s face on the poster, but they didn’t; instead Luke looks angry and menacing (as he damn well should be. The man needs a break!), large in the picture and imposing on Rey and Kylo, whereas Kylo looks pensive, despondent, forlorn, yet also determined. We are lucky to have such wonderful actors in the franchise, and one of Adam’s shining qualities is his ability to play his characters in a very nuanced and raw way. If Rian told him to play the villain, he would kick ass and be the scariest bastard ever, but that’s not what we see. Adam gives us a broken, untethered Kylo, and all of it was intentional!
I wouldn’t be surprised if TLJ makes us take a front row seat to Kylo’s torment. He’s not in a good place right now; he killed his own father (which, as we know from the screenplay and the novelization, made him feel weaker, the exact opposite of what Snoke promised he would feel), he’s isolated from the rest of his family, and he’s beginning to doubt the power figure in his life (Snoke). He’s had his whole way of thinking and his “support system” (as crappy as it is) upended in less than a day. He’s angry at himself and the world; he’s scared of what will become of him (either if he doesn’t please Snoke, or what the weakness and pull to the light he’s been feeling mean to who he will become), and he’s all alone throughout this. Look at his eyes immediately after he stabs Han.
It’s very similar to his expression in the poster and the still. There’s not much lower that he can go.
My prediction for TLJ, especially given what we’ve seen in the trailer, as well from the various cast interviews and panels leading up to SWCO17, is that Kylo may do a runner and defect from the FO (although I also think he considers himself apart from the Order), not to the resistance per se, but to Rey and the rest of our plucky protagonists. We already know (from the databank, novelization, screenplay, etc.) that there is some sort of connection between Rey and Kylo and that they are intertwined in each other’s destiny, and I think that Kylo knows (or at least suspects) it, too, so it would make sense that he would maybe follow that lead in order to find some stability and power to create his own fate.
I know that some people have been volleying about that the scene with Phasma and the stormtroopers walking out of the burning wreck may be connected to this scene:
and Kylo may turn on the order (possibly because of Rey’s pleading). I don’t think that I’m ready just yet to guess at what actual shots are showing in relation to the rest of the film, but I do think that there will be some sort of scene with a similar outcome and meaning to the overall plot. Regardless, you can see the determination in his eyes. To me, it’s no longer anger and hate and frustration; it’s passion and resolve. He is very different in this moment to where he is at the end of TFA and in much of the promo material we have. This is a man on a mission, and I don’t think he’s Snoke’s lapdog anymore.
I don’t know whether any of that may come to pass, but I would bet money on this film being the one where Kylo begins his road back to being Ben. At this point, I’m just rambling and trying to process everything we got today.
Can you write something where the bros and cor have an S/O who is a bit of an airhead? I'm a little self conscious because people say that I am ㅠ_ㅠ
Hey there Anon
:) Of course I can- this one truly hits close to home because I’ve been called
an airhead plenty of times as well! (It’s not our fault we get lost in our
thoughts at the best of times T.T). I’m going to write these as small scenarios
because I need to be in bed really soon xD Hope that’s okay! <3
Noctis: Truthfully, Noctis is a bit of an
airhead himself. He’s actually happy that you have the same tendency to get
lost in your own thoughts in any given situation- whether it be during your
down time, or in the middle of doing something incredibly important. That’s not
to say that he doesn’t scold you a little when you zone out during a battle, or
any other equally life-threatening situation. When he notices that your eyes
are glazed over on the battle field, he usually moves in towards you and
pinches you really hard on the tender skin of your inner arm to snap you back
to reality. The glare he shoots you as he retreats back into battle upsets you
greatly, and you feel absolutely awful every time this happens- but in the heat
of the moment, where every second counts, Noctis doesn’t really know how else
to snap you out of your thoughts. Nor does he have the time to be gentle in his
manner of coaxing you out of your own mind.
imminent danger has passed, Noctis immediately scoops you up into his arms and
apologises profusely. He’s usually not one for public displays of affection,
but he ignores Gladio and Prompto’s wolf whistles and cat calls in the back
ground as he clings to you and gently scolds you about your short attention
span. “I love you too much to lose you- please, pay attention next time?” he
begs you. You sniffle and snuggle into your concerned and scared prince’s chest
and nod vigorously.
“Okay. I’ll do
A few hours
later, you’re scolding Noctis about his own air-headedness after a particularly
close call with a bunch of hundlegs, and holding the young prince while Ignis
lectures his childhood friend about how unbecoming hypocrisy is of a future
king. Meanwhile, Gladio and Prompto cackle in the background.
Prompto: Prompto finds your air-headedness
adorable. He loves it when he catches you drifting off into space, your eyes
glazing over and your breaths coming out in little sighs every once in a while.
This sunshine boy is mostly happy to leave you to your own devices when you get
this way, and takes PLENTY of pictures of you in this dazed state. You’re
always none the wiser until you and the boys are settled at a camp site or
Gladio, and even Ignis (!) have a good laugh at your far-off expressions caught
on Prompto’s camera. You usually get really sensitive about their reactions and
snatch your boyfriend’s camera out of his hands. You’re about to delete the
pictures when Prompto tackles you down onto the bed your seated on, in view of
all the guys, and kisses you silly- gently prying his precious camera out of
your grip as you easily get lost in his sudden display of affection.
finally retracts his body off yours triumphantly, pressing a final lingering
kiss on your cheek before placing his camera into one of his deeper pants
pockets. “Sorry, I just love it when you look all dazed. You remind me of a
sleepy baby chocobo!” Prompto tries to placate you. You sigh and pout, crossing
your hands over your chest, and Prompto laughs a little as your gaze grows
glazed and distant once again as you get lost in your own thoughts about
Prompto’s obsession with your air-headedness.
You don’t even
notice the guys’ voices reprimanding Prompto as he pulls his camera out to take
a few more adoring shots of you in his favourite dazed state.
Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia loves to tease you
about your air-headedness while you’re all in the Regalia, headed to your next
destination. It’s his favourite pass time. You absolutely hate it. He makes you
feel so DUMB sometimes, when he reminds you of all the potentially fatal
mistakes you’ve made out on the field.
that time you threw me an ether instead of an antidote? THAT was pretty
shocking, even for you!” Gladio laughs light-heartedly, but your eyes begin to
brim with tears. You’re wedged between Noctis and Gladio in the back seat, and
Ignis has a clear view of you in the rear-view mirror. He’s the first to notice
the tears streaming down your face.
Ignis reprimands. You sniffle particularly loudly, and that’s all it takes for
your sometimes-obnoxious boyfriend to immediately turn his body towards you and
guide your head to his warm, bare chest. Noctis sighs and merely pats your knee
in sympathy- knowing full well how bad it feels to be the butt of Gladio’s
jokes. He’s been called ‘puny’ while fishing too many times to count!
“Aw, babe- you
know I think it’s cute that you’re such an airhead!” Gladio tries to console
you. You whine in annoyance and swat Gladio’s chest, tears of frustration
running down your cheeks. Gladio could be a complete ass sometimes… but, that’s
something that makes him slightly more adorable in your eyes. His naivety knows
“And I think
it’s amazing how pig-headed you are!” you retaliate, after calming down a
little. Your comment elicits a short, but loud laugh from Ignis. He immediately
apologises, but his sudden outburst has both Noctis and Prompto clutching their
bellies and laughing at the expense of a rather shocked looking Gladio.
“Hey! I am NOT
Ignis: Ignis frowns at you as you both leave
the Lestallum Leville’s bar together. You and the guys had been indulging in a
night of alcohol induced fun during your down time, and the money all of you
had saved collectively from the various hunts you’d all completed. Ignis cut
himself off at two drinks, ever the responsible one. That, and he wasn’t happy
with the way you unknowingly encouraged the less-than-innocent advances of
other young men present at the bar that night.
Once you and
Ignis are out in the humid night air of Lestallum, you turn to your boyfriend,
eyes wide in concern. “Iggy? You don’t look so good- do you need to sit down?”
you ask, genuine concern lacing your voice. Ignis’ frown deepens and he
immediately rounds on you. You let out a short shriek at his sudden movement,
having been semi-lost in your own thoughts about how you were going to take
care of your boyfriend’s less-than-ideal looking health that evening.
your forearms in his large and elegant bare hands, pinning you in place. You
let your eyes wander to his piercing green orbs and you can’t help but gulp in
slight trepidation. Ignis has never been so rough with you. You couldn’t help
but feel both confused and enthralled at the slightly wild behaviour.
“Must you look
upon every man with those hooded eyes? Do you even know what you’re doing, y/n?”
Ignis chides, his gaze darkening as he leans his face closer to yours. You let out
a short breath and shake your head, snapping yourself out of your momentary,
yet frequently occurring, daze.
“W-what do you
mean?” you stutter. Ignis shakes his head, his gaze softening as he pecks your
lips gently with his own. Your eyes remain wide open and unblinking. You’re
utterly confused. What is wrong with Ignis? Is he drunk?
don’t have a clue… absolutely charming.” Ignis whispers, pulling you into a
tender kiss before withdrawing and gently taking your hand. “I really do have
to keep an eye on you if I want to keep you safe from the vultures.”
You just let
Ignis drag you along, deciding for yourself in your mind that, yes, Ignis is
He is not.
Cor: When Cor first realises you tend to get lost in your own
thoughts, he finds you absolutely infuriating on a professional level- given
that you are part of the Crownsguard. But being the professional marshal of the
Crownsguard that he is, he’s not going to fire you on your first day simply because
you have some attention span issues. That, and you are his romantic partner. He
does, however, make sure that all your practical assignments are completed
under his exclusive supervision. He really doesn’t want to be liable for your
death if you manage to space out during a life-or-death battle out on the
practical missions, Cor is not your boyfriend, he is your marshal. And he’s
terribly harsh when you mess up. He berates you openly in front of your peers,
and even they linger around while you try to stop your tears from slipping down
your face to cheer you up. “Don’t worry- he’s just worried about you. Next
time, pay attention and you won’t have to hear him go off at you again.”
But you can’t
help it. Your mind races constantly at every little stimuli you come across.
You see a tree, you think they look like giant pieces of broccoli. You see Cor,
you can’t help but recall the feeling of his lips on your skin so many weeks
ago… you want to feel his lips against yours again…
“Y/N- FOR FUCK’S
SAKE!” you jump at the marshal’s extremely agitated voice, only to realise
there’s a coeurl baring its fangs right at you, ready to pounce. You shoot at
it immediately with your twin pistols, effectively shooting right through its
eyes and into its skull. It’s an instant kill.
be celebrating by now, but you can’t do a thing with Cor looking at you with
THAT much fury in his steel blue eyes. Your eyes immediately tear up and you
can’t control your sniffles and sobs this time. Your peers all scatter, feeling
uncomfortable in both yours and Cor’s presence.
forward, not relenting in his berating the slightest at the sight of your tears.
“How many TIMES do I have to tell you? Pay attention!”
“Yes sir. I’m
sorry sir,” you choke out. Cor’s gaze softens slightly at the shaky tone of
“Do I have to
leave you at the Citadel next time? You know you’ll be demoted if things come
down to that, y/n.” Cor warns you, stepping closer- his voice stern.
unable to answer him verbally as your shoulders begin to shudder
find yourself pulled into Cor’s warm chest, his strong arms encircling your
frame and pulling you flush against his body. “I can’t take my eyes off you one
moment before you go and find yourself in trouble, can I?” he murmurs into your
hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. This tender act makes you cry harder.
you cry out, burying yourself into his warmth. Cor sighs and nuzzles your soft
apologise, just pay attention long enough to stay alive and by my side,
squeezing your eyes shut out of guilt, and Cor presses yet another tender kiss
on the crown of your head and holds you until your tears cease to fall.
So like, what if one day Jeremy and Michael are close to going to the next level, and Jeremy gets a little freaked out because of what the Squip made him do with Chloe??????
Ok so I had to write a fic about this?? This is my first fic for bmc so I’m sorry if it’s bad but,, here ya go! By the way it never gets to actual smut I promise it’s not bad at all they’re both really awkward but you can ask for this to be tagged!!
Here it is!!
It’s crazy how things can quickly turn tables. Michale and Jeremy had been hanging out and gaming as per usual, in the basement of an empty house. It was going pretty causal until Jeremy plopped down into his boyfriends lap, causing both of them to blush. Through the darkness of the room Michale looked down to Jeremy’s face, lit up by only the tv.
It was times like this that Michale didn’t get why the other was so bullied. His determined blue eyes shined against the tv shine, his many littered freckles and the way his hair looms over his eye. His cheek bones too, handsomely shaped, left him in awe as to how he even got this boy to date him. He didn’t realize he was staring until the tv flickered followed by the game over sound of Apocalypse of the Damned came on.
Jeremy huffed and turned to look at him with those eyes, “Ah man, dude we were so close, what the he-”
Next thing they knew their lips were connected. It was awkward, outside of movies and such neither of them had any experience whatsoever. Jeremy had…some, technically. But it wasn’t very good, to say least. Either way things began to heat up, Michale taking the lead of the kiss as Jeremy fixed himself so that he was sitting up and facing Michale.
For a brief moment Michale ran his hands through Jeremy’s hair, until his hands got stuck in a tangle. Jeremy pulled away with a little “ow.” Both of them sat there, the game over screen still flashing, and stared at each other. There was an awkward moment before the both of them where laughing, their faces flushed.
“That wasn’t…that wasn’t too bad” Jeremy tried.
“Yeah…not bad at all…can we uh..?”
“…yeah..yeah yeah of course”
Soon enough they were starting to get the hang of things. Going mostly off of movies, Michale started to kiss Jeremy’s neck. Jeremy breathed out, but it was more of an awkward laugh. In the heat of the moment Michale leaned against Jeremy, both hands on his waist.
Michale chuckled “dude…you watch so much of this crap, yet you suck”
“Hey I do- I do not! The only one here who sucks is you!”
Michale winked, to which Jeremy pushed his face away, “oh my god don’t even look at me Michale Mell”
To prove his point Jeremy gave a quick awkward kiss, then pulled away with a “ha take that” face.
Michale laughed lowly, his voice deep. He looked anywhere besides Jeremy, with uncertainty he said “ do you uh….wanna get..weird?”
Jeremy felt his heart flutter, but not with excitement. “Do you wanna get” reminded him of a certain night on Halloween. He looked at Michale. The boy was completely flushed, his eyes darting around the room. The longer he took to answer the more nervous Mike got. “Do you wanna get…” well..that was completely different. This is nothing like that night. The SQUIP is gone, Michale is clearly giving him the chance to back out. There’s no reason to be stupid about it. So Jeremy nodded his head.
Michale smiled, “cool! I mean uh-cool! That’s cool…very cool”
Jeremy rolled his eyes “get on with it already man”
Michaels hand found his way to Jeremy’s face, gently caressing him. He gave the boy a kiss and fumbled through his mind for what to do next. In the movies this is where things got intense, so Michale began to gently push Jeremy to the ground.
But then Jeremy flinched.
Michale instantly pulled away, wondering if he hurt Jeremy somehow. When he looked down at him Jeremy was staring forward with wide eyes, sweating a lot, and seemingly frozen. Those eyes he was admiring earlier were now struck with fear.
Jeremy took a sharp inhale, then exhale. But he didn’t stop. All he could think about was being unable to move, completely helpless to whatever was about to happen. He could only see Chloe pushing him down onto the bed aggressively after the SQUIP gave him a “you’re welcome”
“…remy? Shit Jeremy, you ok?!”
Michale was off of him and pushing him into a sitting position. When did that happen? Wasn’t Michale gonna keep going?
“Hey..hey man it’s ok…can I hug you?”
Jeremy shook his head, still frozen as he was.
“Ok…ok that’s fine buddy no worries. Do me a favor though, can you breath with me?? In 4, hold 7, out 8.”
Jeremy took another sharp inhale, trying to follow Michale’s instructions. He willed the little voice in the back of his head saying, “this is why you’re so pathetic” away.
Eventually Jeremy calmed down, his breaths even enough, his heart still pounding. He could finally move, looking to Michale through the blinking glow of the Tv.
“Are you alright..?”
“My face is kinda fuzzy…but yeah, I think so”
“Yeah that happens…can I hug you now..?”
When Jeremy nodded Michale wasted no time in wrapping the skinny boy in his arms protectively. His fingers running through his hair calmingly, this time avoiding any knots. He felt himself calm a bit when Jeremy melted into his arms, exhausted from his panic attack, still shaking.
“Damn that scared the fuck out of me…are you sure you’re alright?”
He could hear his SQUIP telling him to lie, telling him to tell Michale he needed to step his game up. Jeremy knew better, “I’m sorry Michale that just…it just reminded me of some stuff that happened with the SQUIP.”
“Ah geez jere, you coulda told me man!”
“Yeah but you wanted to-”
“We don’t have to so fast, I promise. I want you to be comfortable too, you damn twink.”
Jeremy found himself chuckling, “thanks man…but I mean I kinda wanted to too”
“Another day ok??”
Jeremy leaned into the crook of Michale’s neck, nodding, “yeah that sounds good.”
Can you do a reaction with rfa + v + saeran, with MC being attacked, but beating the crap out of her attacker? Like, she takes some hits and gets roughed up too, but the attacker is definitely worse off when its all done. And the rfa + v + saeran can see it all, but for some reason they can't get to her until it's pretty much over.
I always like writing about MC being a badass, and this request was no different! I tried not to make these too violent so hopefully they’re still okay! I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
Yoosung was almost finished with classes for the school year and he couldn’t have been happier
That unfortunately meant finals were coming up so he decided to stay after class one day to get some help from the professor
He was running later than he thought so you decided to wait outside of the classroom on a nearby bench
Yoosung saw you through the window and gave a little wave and a shy smile as he finished up talking with his strict professor
Just as you were about to wave back, one student who was obviously drunk came up to you and started harassing you
Yoosung’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the drunken student throw a punch at you for trying to move away from him
The professor was scolding him for not paying attention so Yoosung pushed passed the professor to get to you
Yoosung immediately felt tears start to form in his eyes when he saw your black eye and bleeding knuckles but felt a tiny amount of relief when he saw the student on he floor unconscious
He apologized over and over again for not helping you sooner, crying into your shoulder but you reassured Yoosung that it was okay
Yoosung immediately takes you to the hospital and signs up both himself and you for self-defense classes
Zen finally had some free time from his busy schedule to take you out on a date to a nice restaurant
The two of you were really looking forward to enjoying the night since you two haven’t had a proper date night in forever
That is until just before you got into the restaurant, Zen was mobbed by a small group of fan girls
You sighed and waited for Zen to finish with the fans, moving a bit away from them so you didn’t feel suffocated
Zen could barely see you at this point but he did see the figure next to you shoving you against the wall
Trying desperately to push his fangirls away, Zen could only watch in horror as the man started hitting you
But you weren’t easing up on him, giving his hits right back to him in full force
By the time Zen broke away from his fans, the attacker was a bloody pulp on the floor and while you did have some blood on you, you looked safe
Zen gave you a bone-crushing hug, profusely apologizing for leaving you alone even after you told him you were find, and from that day forward Zen became the most protective boyfriend on the planet
Jaehee decided that it was time for you and her to have some fun together so she took you to the mall
It was turning out to be a fun day, the two of you bought some much needed new clothing, had a nice lunch together, and even took some photos together in a photo booth
The two of you were at your last shop for the day and just as you both were about to exit, the security alarm went off because of Jaehee’s bag
Jaehee told you to wait outside until her and the store manager could sort things out to which you agreed to
You didn’t see anyone else around until some man came up to you, demanding you give him your money
Out of the corner of her eye, Jaehee gasped as she saw a man attacking you with you fiercely hitting him back
She pushed the store manager aside and ran over to you, almost on the verge of tears as she saw your bloody hands and bruise marks, but you told Jaehee that you were fine but the attacker may need to go to a hospital
Jaehee couldn’t stop telling you how sorry she was for leaving you alone and promised to teach you some judo moves so you would be safer even if she wasn’t around
Jumin was set to leave on a business trip the next day so you asked to go to work with him today so you could spend as much as together as possible
Of course Jumin agreed but you forgot how boring big offices like Jumin’s could be, especially since Jumin was busy that day but it was finally time to go home
Just as the two of you reached the large revolving doors, a couple of important businessmen stopped Jumin to discuss an upcoming meeting
You waited outside because those guys were boring, noticing some sketchy looking man eye up the building
As you went to approach the man to see what was up, he grabbed your wrists but you weren’t having it so the two of you ended up brawling
Jumin could see the entire fight happening as he pushed the businessmen away, calling security
By the time Jumin ran to you, the man was passed out but Jumin was more worried about your growing bruise marks that decorated your skin
You told Jumin that you were fine, happy to teach the creep a lesson, making Jumin concerned but also glad
Jumin promised to never leave your side again, apologizing for not getting there sooner, and that he’d cancel his business trip to spend more time with you
Seven was feeling sick that day so you told him that you’d go buy some medicine for him
He protested, saying that it was late and not safe but he stopped after you gave him the death glare along with him having a coughing fit
Although he did trust you, Seven kept an eye on you through the street cameras, smiling as he saw you bought the medicine as well as some Honey Buddha Chips
But Seven’s smile instantly vanished when he saw some man following you, eyeing you up and down
Just as Seven was about to reach his phone, the man started attacking you, making Seven scramble out of the house to save you
He kept watch on the video feed on his phone as he hoped into his car and sped his way towards you, noticing that you were fighting back and kicking some serious butt
By the time Seven got there, he couldn’t even recognize the attackers face, also noting your bloody knuckles and bruising
He felt instant relief seeing that you were okay, although Seven did get scolded by you for leaving the house when he was sick
And Seven really ruined the moment by asking “So are the Honey Buddha Chips safe?” And getting a swift smack on the shoulder from you
You and V were just coming back from a nature photo shoot
V’s eye sight was starting to falter so he was constantly asking you to go along with him on his photo shoots to help set up and such
The two of you were happily chatting until some random man sneered at V, calling his photos trash and that he should quit being a photographer
V just calmly nodded and tried to pass the man but the man was quicker and pushed V to the ground, effectively twisting V’s ankle
The man then turned to you to take V’s equipment to smash but when you refused, the man started to become violent
V tried to get up to help you, but the pain in his ankle was too much plus he could barely see he two of you
He then heard the man let out a strangled groan followed by a thud
V felt your arms wrap around him, asking him if he was okay
But V was crying, he could make out the blood that covered your clothing and the small trickle of blood coming from the corner of your mouth
Even after your reassurance that you were okay, V only hugged you, crying into your shoulder as he promised to get the eye surgery
You and Saeran had just recently started your relationship but things were going smoothly
Saeran still had his anxiety issues so he was still going to his therapist
After the two of you started dating, Saeran was getting more nervous about going to his therapist, thinking that she would contort his mind and end of hurting you
So both of you made the consecutive decision to have you go along with Saeran to his therapist, greatly relieving the stressed boy
One day, Saeran went into a new therapy room where there was a window and he saw you sitting outside waiting for him on a nearby park bench
Knowing that you were near made Saeran feel at ease, that was until some stranger started getting close to you, demanding you hand over your bag
Saeran thought that he was just imagining things until he saw the man physically attack you, making Saeran rage
He pushed passed his confused therapist and ran outside to find the attacker unconscious and extremely bloody and you bruised but alright
Saeran pulled you into the tightest embrace that he could muster, telling you how sorry he was and how he would never leave your side again to make sure he would always protect you