Ivan and Till from alien stage with a shy and quet girlfriend/ partner? :)
Heard Without a Word
Tags: Ivan x Reader, Till x Reader, Shy!Reader, Quiet!Reader, Established Relationship, Comfort/Emotional Support, Soft Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Gentle Romance, Introspective Moments, Unspoken Love, Vulnerability, Fluff with Sad Undertones, Mutual Understanding, Healing Through Love, Slow Emotional Intimacy.
Warnings: Emotional Distress (Till’s part references self-doubt and breakdowns), Brief Allusions to Obsession (Ivan’s part), Mentions of Past Trauma (Till’s emotional damage implied), Mild Angst, Mental Health Struggles (low self-worth, quiet emotional conflict).
Ivan sat beside you on the rooftop (does that even exist in ANAKT?) of ANAKT, the dusk wind slipping through his black coat like it had memorized his shape. The sky above held an eerie stillness, pink bleeding into indigo. You leaned gently against him, barely touching, but it was enough for him to know you were there, and more importantly—with him.
You didn’t speak much. You rarely did. But that was one of the reasons Ivan liked you.
While others tried to reach past his cold exterior with forced warmth or words that wrapped around nothing, you sat with him in silence, eyes occasionally searching the sky like you were reading a language only you could understand.
“I had a weird dream,” Ivan murmured, glancing sideways, his black eyes glinting with the dying light. “You were gone. Just—gone. And I couldn’t find you, no matter where I looked.”
You turned to him slowly, your lips parting just slightly in surprise. He smiled, faint and fleeting, one fang just visible.
“Scared me more than anything I’ve faced in that stupid stage.”
You didn’t know how to respond in words, so you took his hand into yours, holding it tight. Ivan stilled, then let out a small laugh—a rare, quiet thing that only you ever got to hear.
“I know. I know you wouldn’t leave,” he said, his fingers curling around yours. “You don’t need to say it.”
You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.
Despite the quiet, your presence anchored him. When the world felt fake—plastic smiles and glittering lies—your silence was real. Gentle. Reassuring.
In a world where he always felt too intense, too cold, too obsessive—you let him be soft.
And in turn, he loved you with a quiet devotion he showed no one else.
Till stood in the middle of his room, surrounded by crumpled sketches and fragmented thoughts. The night was quiet except for the rustling of paper and the occasional soft hum from a broken fan. You sat on the edge of the bed, knees pulled close to your chest, watching him with concerned eyes.
He hadn’t spoken in a while.
Then he finally turned to you, eyes rimmed with red, the teal dulled by doubt. “I messed up again,” he said. “They all saw it. I cracked. I…I wasn’t supposed to lose control.”
You got up slowly, stepping over discarded papers with careful feet, and reached out. Your hand brushed his wrist gently. He flinched at first—then relaxed.
You rarely spoke. That’s what calmed him most.
You didn’t ask him to explain or push him to open up. You simply stood there, your quiet presence wrapping around him like a soft blanket.
“I keep thinking,” he whispered, “you’ll get tired of me. That one day, you’ll wake up and realize I’m too much. Too broken.”
Your thumb brushed his hand, and you shook your head gently.
Till looked at you, almost breathless. “Even now…you still like me? Even like this?”
Your gaze didn’t waver. Slowly, you leaned up and pressed your forehead to his, the gesture tender, grounding.
He melted. Soft tears welled in his eyes, and he let himself fall into you—arms curling around your waist, holding tight like you were the only real thing in his world.
“You’re so quiet,” he murmured, a shaky laugh escaping him. “And yet somehow, you’re the loudest voice in my head. Telling me I’m still worth it.”
You didn’t say a word.
You didn’t need to.
Because for Till, your presence was louder than any declaration, stronger than any lyric.
And in that small, silent moment—he believed he could be loved.
summery: you and bucky have a relationship nobody is aware of. they keep trying to set him up with other women while bucky is trying to avoid them.
pairing: Grumpy!Bucky x Quiet!Reader
warning: SMUT, fluff, bad writing???, swearing
A/N: clearly i have a thing for grumpy bucky but i also have a thing was hidden relationships. you can read the asks for this fic at the lodge's BNB and also here is the steve's story in this universe
“Oh come on Bucky, how long will you stay single? Don't you think it's time you start looking for a partner?” Natasha pointed her knife at Bucky while they were polishing their weapons.
“I don't need anyone, Nat.” Bucky sighs and keeps on cleaning his guns.
“Bullshit!” Natasha stabs the wooden table beside Bucky. “We're all wrung out after missions and we all need a release. You know better than to stay holed up in a room with veins full of adrenaline. If not a girlfriend, get some beneficial partner.” Natasha shrugged.
“You might be doing that, Nat but I really don't need someone. I am happy where I am.” Bucky picks up his guns and arranges them back in their place. He wipes his workstation clean and walks out.
The mission today wasn't that bad but Bucky felt tired. The entire team has been on his case for over two months. How can he convince them that he doesnt need anyone? He's fine where he is. In fact, he is happier than ever and he would never trade this with anything else.
He walks in his room and wearily grabs his towel and sweatpants to take a shower. He turns on the water and stands under it till he hears his bathroom door being opened. He turns on the hot water to the right temperature and shuffles to make space. He hears some rustling and the shower curtain is pulled slightly open. You, very slowly step in and stand under the water source.
“I missed you, doll.” Bucky wraps his arms around you. You nod with a slight blush.
You pull out the loofah and pour the body wash on it. Bucky takes it from your hand and starts helping you clean up. Once you are covered in soap, you turn to Bucky and return the favor. Washing away the grime, dirt and tiredness of the day, you both towel each other dry.
“Bucky,” You point at one of his t-shirts from the wardrobe and look down thinking he might reject what you're asking.
“You don't need to ask me, doll. What's mine is yours.” He pulls a t-shirt on you and kisses your cheek. You nod and blush even more. You shuffle onto the bed and snuggle to your side of the bed, waiting patiently for Bucky to come.
“Tell me about your day, doll. Was it very draining?” he slips into the bed and brings you closer. You wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his chest and nod a yes.
He sighs in content and pulls the comforter up. Your legs are parted and one of them is resting on Bucky’s hips. He kisses your forehead and his metal arm slowly drags to your inner thighs. You weren't wearing any underwear, giving complete access to Bucky, as he plunged his metal middle finger into your core. You gasp and your hold around Bucky tightens. He pulls out his finger and rubs your clit, making you moan in his chest. His hold on your waist tightens as he pushes two fingers in you again and uses his thumb to caress your nub. Your moans and gasps fill the quiet room as you reach the edge. You twist a little and put your hand on your mouth as you come all over Bucky’s sweatpants. You sigh and push Bucky a little, signaling him to grab new sweatpants. He complies and snuggles back into the bed against you.
……………………
The kitchen was lively today. Nobody was on a mission so the atmosphere was very relaxed. But not everyone was relaxing.
“Bucky, come on, go on this date. She's really nice and totally your type.” Sam pushed the topic further.
“How do you know my type, bird brain?” Bucky walked behind the kitchen counter.
You were standing there, making lunch for everyone while Bucky helped. Bucky would discreetly hold your waist or find a way to keep close to you in the kitchen. You were a blushing mess but Bucky didn't mind. As he saw nobody was looking, he kissed your cheek and went to the fridge to pretend as if nothing had happened. You just stood there with eyes wide.
“Let me help out.” Bucky very subtly held your waist and moved you away from the stove and started stirring the soup pot. He knew he had shocked you enough and you needed to calm down.
“She's all goth. You grunt, she stares. It's like a match made in heaven, Tinman. Go out with her. Nat arranged the date for you.” Sam continued and Nat nodded.
You looked up and saw Bucky roll his eyes and shake his head. His hand went to his chest and caressed his shirt before going back to the stove.
“I'm not going anywhere. I've told you before, I do not want to go on dates. I am happy where I am.”
“Too late, Barnes. She'll be waiting for you at the cafe this evening. I've already arranged the date and promised her. You can't back out now.” Nat warned Bucky.
“What the fuck, Nat! I told you I'm not interested. Cancel it. Im not going and thats final.” Bucky slams the stirring spoon on the counter and stomps out of the kitchen but not before subtly nudging you to follow.
“Talk some sense into him. He listens to you. Tell him it is a good idea to meet new people,” Sam pleads to you.
You just shake your head and grab some soup in two bowls. One for you and one for Bucky. The rest of the team gather slowly to grab the soup.
You stop in front of your door and knock. A furrowed eyed Bucky opens the door and side steps to let you in.
You hold out the soup bowl towards Bucky who has turned his back to you. “Bucky?”
Your quiet whisper of his name was enough to melt his brains off. He stands up and takes the soup bowl from your hand, putting it to the side. He hugs you and nuzzles his head in your neck, breathing in deeply. Your hand instinctively wraps around his waist and you start rubbing his back to calm him down.
“They just won't let it go. I'm sorry, doll. I wish I could give a better reason to them.” Bucky mumbles into your neck, sending waves of goosebumps all over your body.
“It's okay. Go.” You try to make him go because you know what it's like to be stood up and you know for the fact that Bucky will stand the girl up.
“I'm not gonna listen to you this time, doll. This is ridiculous. I am not leaving and that is final. Maybe I'll send one of those apology flowers you talk about to her through Happy.” he tightens his hold on you. You sigh. You knew it was pointless from getting him to change his mind.
You just wanted him to go and tell the girl that he is committed elsewhere but he is so stubborn that he won't even listen to what you have to say so you try to pull away to at least have him finish his soup.
“No. stop pulling away.” He sits back on bed with you in his lap, not even letting you go. You giggle and try to make space between the two of you so you can at least grab the soup bowl.
“Bucky, soup.” You manage to release your hand point at the bowls.
“Fine. but only because you are hungry and you made this with so much love.” His stomach grumbles and he makes a face, making you giggle even more.
His frown melts into a smile and he grabs your face, peppering kisses all over it, making you giggle and laugh. “This is why I'm not going anywhere. You are perfect, doll. I love you.”
……………………
“You piece of shit! Did you seriously stand her up? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Nat blasted at him and threw a punch at him.
Bucky ducked and svewerd to the side to keep you safe. You were standing very close to Bucky to hide the fact that he was holding your waist. But just as Nat threw a punch at him, he pulled away and moved away from you.
“Are you crazy? You could have hurt her.” Bucky pointed at you while dodging Nat’s punches. “And I sent flowers to say sorry. I told you I am not interested. When I say no, accept it.”
Bucky blocks Nat’s punches with his metal arm and pushes her away. Before she could do more damage, Steve walks in and stands between Bucky and Nat.
“Enough, both of you. This is not a dueling ground. Walk it off, Romanov. And you, Bucky, let's talk.” Steve nods at you and guides Bucky out of the gym leaving you sigh in relief.
That night, everyone had dinner on their own. You weren't very keen on cooking so you, Bucky and Steve got pizza together. They had put on Harry Potter since you loved talking about it.
Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you as you mouthed the dialogues with the characters. He smiled. Steve nudged Bucky and shook his head with a smile.
Steve loved seeing his best friend so happy. Steve loved you like a sister too. Your quiet and shy nature had calmed Steve in many situations and he was grateful. You had taken Steve’s side during the fallout and helped Bucky without a complaint. Surprisingly Bucky wanted to keep you by his side. Steve saw Bucky open up to you and you accepted him naturally. One day Steve found Bucky cuddled up with you and he knew this was his brother’s happy ending.
“I'm off to bed. Doll, take care,” Steve kissed your forehead. “Buck, please stop fighting with people. And think about what I said, both of you. I know where you come from but think about it before it causes more such issues.”
Steve closed the door behind him as he walked out and went off to bed. You turned off the movie and got up to throw the boxes away. Bucky took the boxes from you and walked out of the room to throw them off while you cleaned up the room and got ready to sleep.
Bucky walked in, took off his shirt and crawled in the bed beside you. “What are you thinking, doll?” He saw your solemn expression.
“Maybe Steve is right.” You whisper quietly, fumbling with the edge of the blanket.
Bucky holds your hand and pulls you close to lie on his chest. “Are you worried? I will do what you want to do, doll.”
“You have been doing what we want, Bucky, but after today, I didn't think it would get this serious.”
“Are you talking about my little tiff with Nat? It worked out at the end. You know that.” Bucky kissed your forehead.
“That and the fact that you got set up on a date. I-i know that you won't ever go but, it-it scared me. I-” Your voice started to waver.
You cried on Bucky’s chest. He lifted your face up and wiped away the tears, kissing your forehead.
“Doll, I get it. That's what made me more angry. They were talking about it to you as well. Trying to involve you in their little plans. I hated that you had to listen to all of that.”
“So? What do you think?” You lift your face and rest your chin on his chest, looking at him.
“Don't tell Steve I said this, it'll get to his head, but he is right.”
You rise up to give him a peck but Bucky pulls you for a deeper kiss. You moan and straddle his waist. He lifts your (his) t-shirt up and throws it on the floor, without letting his lips leave yours. You grind against his clothed erection.
“Didn't wear any panties, doll? My perfect girl.”
He flips you and removes his sweatpants. He aligns himself against your folds and slowly pushes himself in. your back arches on the bed and a loud moan escapes your throat. He flips the pair of you again and gets you on top of him, pushing his cock deeper into you. You slowly start to grind against him, making him moan and hiss. His hands are kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples as he starts pushing himself into you. You start bouncing over him to match his rutting speed.
“Fuck, doll. You're being so good right now.”
You whimper as you get closer to the edge. “Bucky, im gonna-”
“Cum, doll. Ive got us.”
His speed increases and soon you both cum and he fills you up while you're gushing down on him. You pant as your body falls on him. He caresses your back as you both catch your breaths.
He slowly gets up, taking you with him, to the bathroom to clean up. The cleaning up in the shower turns into another session and later you both fall on the bed, naked and exhausted. You pull yourself a little further from Bucky and pull out a dainty gold band from the bedside table.
You hand the ring over to Bucky who chuckles and slips it on your finger. You sigh with content and snuggle into the blanket with Bucky’s chest against your back, all tucked in.
……………….
The New Year’s party by Tony Stark is always iconic and it was just as this year too. You and Bucky came to the party together. Bucky was immediately called over by Tony to meet some people while you made your way to the corner of the room. Steve saw you and stood beside you with beer in his hand.
You look at Steve with beer and giggle.
Steve looks at you and rolls his eyes. “I know. But I enjoy the feeling of the bottle in my hand. Makes me feel normal, y’know.”
You nod and pat his back. He relaxes. You point at his hand and he shakes his head. “Not today.” Steve instantly changes the topic. “Bucky told me about your plan today. I'm here for support, you know that, right?” You nod your head vigorously, making Steve laugh out loud.
Hearing Steve laugh, Bucky turns his head in the direction to see a smile on your face while Steve laughs. He relaxes a little and goes back to the conversation. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not get to you the entire night. Someone either dragged him away or you were occupied with conversation with the teammates, but mostly it was the first reason.
It was time for dinner and you started digging around the buffet table to find your favorites. Bucky subtly joined you and handed him the plate.
“I'm nervous, doll.” He whispers in your ears. You look up to him and his stale blue eyes are staring deep into yours. You look around to see if someone isn't looking and pull him in a very secluded corner. You peck his lips and hug him tightly. He releases the breath he didn't know he was holding and wraps his free arm around you.
“Thank you, doll, I needed it.”
You take the plate from him and walk back to the buffet table and gather more food before moving back to the corner of the room. Bucky looks at you as you go with a bounce in your step. He could tell you were happy with the decision and he smiled.
……………….
People were counting down and Bucky was dragged to the other side of the room. You stood in your corner and tried to find Bucky in the crowd. You could have pushed through but he was too surrounded. You shift from one foot to another. The heels were killing you and Bucky had promised that you'd leave immediately after the countdown was done.
Bucky dodged and stumbled against the crowd to reach you. He heard many women in the crowd saying they had a chance with him and he did not want to give it to them.
3
Bucky came across one woman who tried to grab his shirt.
2
Natasha pointed at some woman behind Bucky who would like a kiss but Bucky distracted her
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Almost there
Happy New Year!
Your back was to the crowd. A hand slipped around your waist and pulled you around to face your blue-eyed man. “Happy New Year, doll.”
He kissed you deeply. He was pouring out all the adrenaline that had flown into him while reaching you. Your hand cupped his face and pulled him closer. His metal arm held the back of your head to angle it better while his flesh arm held you tightly against his body.
You heard the entire room gasp and then pin drop silence. You needed to breathe so you tapped his shoulder twice. He pulled his lips away from yours and rested his forehead against yours.
“I guess it's time, doll.”
He moves to your side and pulls you closer to him. But before he could get a word out, Sam jumped in.
“You and her? When did that happen?”
“Well, if you would be quiet, I would tell you.” Bucky pulls you to the couch and sits down, taking you on his lap. You try to slide down beside him but his hold won’t budge. “Well, this is a family matter and I assume the rest of you got the message.”
“Right, well, thank you all for joining the party but I guess it ends here today.” Tony starts shooing people away.
Steve comes and sits beside Bucky and you. He slaps Bucky on the back supportively and you smile a little before burying your face in Bucky’s neck out of embarrassment.
“Everyone is gone. Out with it, Tinman.” Sam jumps onto the adjacent sofa with Nat and the rest of the team in tow.
“We're married.” Bucky pulls out his hand from around your waist and grabs your left hand to show off the matching wedding bands.
“What the fuck!!!” Natasha jumps out of the seat and comes close to check the rings.
“Since when?” Tony asked.
“Three years now, right doll?” You nod.
“Three years! Right under our noses?”
“When did you get married? Where? How? What?”
Everyone was very confused with the revelation.
“We met during the fallout and well, i started to fall in love with her. She felt the same and we got married in a city hall in New York.” Bucky explained in short terms. You were still in his lap and nodded to everything he said, supporting his statement.
“But, why were we not invited? We were with you the whole time! How did we not know about this?” Sam almost screamed his head off.
“You werent there all the time. Remember the day Steve sent you all to stakeout? He helped me and the doll get to the city hall and we got married. Captain America as our witness.” Bucky chuckled at the last statement, earning a small whack from you on his chest. Steve just rolled his eyes.
“You knew!” Natasha pointed at Steve who shrugged. “It wasn't my story to tell and I just wanted to see my best friend happy. He was happy with her so I stopped them.”
The discussion went on for almost an hour. Your little stifled yawn caught Bucky’s attention and he got up with you in his arms.
“Alright kids, my wife and I are tired and I have plans for our third anniversary tomorrow.”
“Bye.” You wave at them and slump back in his arms.
“Wait! At Least tell us your anniversary date.”
“It's January 1st. It was dead winter and my wife showed me that I can be happy during the cold too.”
He lets the elevator door shut on everyone’s faces. Seeing a sleepy you in his arms was all he could ask for this New Year.
HII, I wanted to request Light Yagami x reader hcs (I don't mind if its kinda toxic), where reader is rlly cold and distant (more like serious in general) and doesn't speak a lot, tyy
a/n my first request ever! i included smut, hope that was okay!
Fluff
Light noticed you because you didn't notice him. Or at least, you acted like you didn't. While everyone else either admired him or got nervous around him, you treated him with the same cold indifference you treated everyone else with.
He initially assumed you were judging him. Light is extremely aware of how people perceive him, so your distant attitude made him curious almost immediately.
Once you'll start to hang out, every meet up is just you both sitting in his or your room and studying in silence.
Light is used to people being impressed by every single thing he does, so he's almost visibly shocked when you don't even spare him a glance after he said something magnificently intelligent.
Your texts consist of one word answers and a period behind it.
"Do you want to come over tonight? My parents invited you to dinner."
"Yes."
And it's somehow driving him crazy. Normally Light wouldn't care about a dry texter, hell he would rather jump in front of a driving car than use emojis, but he's fascinated, almost mesmerized, how your whole person is so distant.
He respects how composed you are. You don't ramble, you don't overshare, and you never seem desperate for attention. He feels like it's worth his time talking to you, you pick out your words carefully before you speak and they are always articulate.
To outsiders your relationship seems almost stuck-up and boring. Not a singular sign of PDA and y'all don't even talk; what kinda relationship is that? But you both love it, you find comfort in each others silence..
Light would become weirdly protective over your alone time. If someone annoys you too much, he'll step in with that polite-but-sharp tone that immediately makes people back off.
You both find intimacy in the small things:
him placing a warm drink beside you while you study,
you silently fixing his tie before he leaves,
sitting shoulder-to-shoulder while silently watchign tv at night.
If you ever quietly admitted you trusted him, it would genuinely affect him more than some huge emotional confession.
He'd never say it out loud, but he finds your coldness comforting. The world is so loud and full of injustice, but here you are, like a cold burst of wind on a hot summer day.
Smut
He tries to deny it but he certainly developed a praise kink for you. Expect him to pounce on you like an animal when you so much as say "good", after he found the solution to a difficult math problem.
His personal life goal while having sex is having you make noise. Light is determined and you will feel that, shaking and crying from overstimulation.
Sometimes he'll just edge you until you whimper out a pathetic "please Light", he will make you cum even harder now.
Light absolutely loves it when you give him head. It's like power-play to him, seeing you choke on his dick and he will push your head down.
You both have a shared calender and sometimes when he checks the week ahead, Light's eyes widen as he stares at the little "sex" on Saturday, that you put in
Hi! This is kind of an indulgent request so you don't have to do it if you don't want to. l'm going to be projecting a bit here. 🫣 So, could you write about a quiet 30 year old reader who is just average looking and chubby who has never gotten asked out or paid attention to by any guys all her life, so she had gotten used to the fact that she will never find someone. And then she joins the Thunderbolts and she hangs out with them in the common areas of the tower but mostly keeps to herself and is quiet around them but Bucky likes her and goes out of his way to be nice to her but she's completely oblivious and just thinks he's being nice and welcoming as team leader. Events unfold and eventually he confesses to her and feel free to make it steamy from there 🥰
See What I See » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Thunderbolts!Female Reader
Summary: Bucky sees you unlike any other man.
Warnings: Fluff, implied Smut (18+), language, chubby!reader, quiet!reader, kissing (more like making out 18+), reader mentions that she’s a virgin, pet names
A/N: Thank you for the lovely request, anon🩵
Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.
Header made by my friend🩵 / divider made by me
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞
You’re a quiet person. You mostly keep to yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that. You’ve said a couple of sentences since you’ve joined the Thunderbolts. They don’t mind your quietness, but they do wish that you would talk a bit more. They’re not going to force you to talk though. You always sit in your own corner with a book in the living room area of the tower and mind your own business.
“Hey, new girl.” John calls out to you.
You looked up from your book, looking over at John.
“She has a name, Walker.” Ava says.
“I’m not good with names.” John says.
John looks at you, waiting for you to tell him your name for the umpteenth time.
“Her name is Y/N.” Bucky says.
Bucky looks over at you, giving you a smile. You smiled back.
Bucky has had feelings for you shortly after you joined the team. He hasn’t told you yet though. He doesn’t want to unload his feelings on you and accidentally overwhelm you. For now, he’s going to keep his feelings to himself, but he’s not sure how long he can keep his feelings in. He’s going to try to keep them in the best he can.
Ever since you joined the team, you noticed that Bucky has been nice and welcoming to you. You thought that he’s just being nice and welcoming to you is just because he’s a team leader and that’s what team leaders do. Although, you are completely oblivious to it, which is because you’ve never had the best track record when it comes to men. You’ve never been asked out or anything by a man. Men just don’t see you the way Bucky does. Bucky sees the most gorgeous woman alive. That’s what he sees.
One day, Bucky walks in the gym to see you training. He watches you for a moment. Not in a creepy way. In a way that he’s admiring you. Although, he did notice that your stance is off a bit. He decided to be nice and help you fix your stance.
“Hey, Y/N.” Bucky greets you as he walks towards you.
Bucky accidentally startled you, because you didn’t know he was in the gym. You thought you were alone.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He apologizes softly.
You gave him a soft smile. That made Bucky’s heart flutter. He loves your smile.
“I couldn’t help but notice that your stance is a bit off and I was wondering if I could help you fix it.” He say politely.
You gave him a nod. Bucky gently turns you around so your back is facing him. You could feel the heat of his body centimeters away from you. Anyways, Bucky got to helping you on your stance.
“Put your legs shoulder with apart.” Bucky says softly, his hand gently patting the side of your thigh.
You did as he said. Bucky looks in the mirror that’s in front of you two, making sure your stance is right now and it is.
“There you go.” He says.
“Thank you, Sergeant Barnes.” You say quietly.
“Call me Bucky, doll face.” He says softly and flirtatiously.
Bucky continues to be nice to you. Again, you just take it as him being a team leader and you’re still oblivious of it. He didn’t take offense to it. He just wants you to feel welcome is all. Then one night, Bucky couldn’t sleep and went to the kitchen for something to drink and saw you sitting at the dining room table and drinking tea in dim lighting.
“You couldn’t sleep either, huh?” Bucky asks.
You looked over at Bucky and shook your head no. Bucky made himself a cup of tea as well and sat down next to you at the table. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Bucky speaks up.
“I’ve noticed that you don’t talk much.” Bucky says.
You nodded. Bucky leans forward, putting his hand on your knee.
“I want you to know that you can talk to me anytime you want.” He says softly.
You weren’t sure what to say. Partly because Bucky’s hand is on your knee and it’s making you flustered. You never felt that way before.
“I- umm- I appreciate you being nice to me.” You say quietly and nervously. “Guys have never been this nice to me.” You admitted.
“That can’t be true.” Bucky says.
“It is.” You say, looking down.
The hand that was on your knee gently lifted your head just enough so you were looking in Bucky’s blue eyes that you quickly got lost in.
“Those guys don’t see what I see.” Bucky says.
“What do you see?” You asked.
“I see the most gorgeous and badass woman alive. The men who don’t see that are stupid.” He says.
“Really?” You asked.
“I mean every word.” He says softly.
You and Bucky gazed deeply in each other’s eyes.
“Can I admit something to you?” Bucky asks like a nervous teenage boy who’s talking to his crush for the first time.
“Yes.” You replied.
“I like you. I have since you joined the team. You’re an incredible woman and I would love to get to know you better if that’s ok.” He admits softly.
Your heart flutters in your chest. This is the first time anyone has ever felt this way about you. You never would’ve thought that person would be Bucky who happens to be your team leader and boss. You’ve come to terms with not being with someone before you met him, but that changed when he admitted his feelings to you a few seconds ago.
“You really feel that way about me?” You asked.
“Of course I do.” He says softly.
The more you two gazed in each other’s eyes, the more the tension between the two of you kept building. It wasn’t awkward tension or any ordinary tension. This tension felt sexual. Your breath makes a hitching sound as Bucky leans in to kiss you. It’s started off soft and sweet, but then it immediately turned into something more than just that. He stands up, bringing you up with him. He picks you up and sets you on the table. Your legs opened on their own accord. Bucky puts them on his waist as he gently lays you down on the table. His Army dog tags rested against your chest.
“You’re so beautiful.” Bucky says softly against your lips.
“Yea?” You asked.
“Mhmm.” He hums as his lips move downward to your neck.
You tilted your head just enough to give him access to your neck. One of your hands held onto the back of his head, running your fingers through his long hair while your free hand was on his back, your hand clutching the fabric of his white tank top. His teeth grazed your skin, not marking you up, just grazing. That’s when your eyes shot open, realizing where this is about to go.
“Wait a second.” You breathed, lightly pushing him away.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks softly while panting.
“I’m a virgin.” You tell him.
Bucky’s eyes go wide and his cheeks turn red in realization.
“Oh shit- I’m so sorry.” He quickly apologizes.
“It’s ok.” You say softly.
“I would understand if you want to stop and don’t want to go any further.” He says.
“I don’t mind going further.” You say.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
You nodded your head yes. Bucky smiles and helps you off of the table, taking you to his bedroom. You laid down on his bed while he got on top of you.
“Are you sure this is want?” Bucky softly asks one more time.
“Yes.” You answered softly.
Bucky kisses you again. This time, it was just soft and sweet.
“I’m going to show you how beautiful I think you are.” He almost whispers.
quiet/shygirl ! black ! reader x skaterboy ! jabber | oneshot
word count: 744 ꪆ🏡꒱
now playing.. treehome95 by tyler, the creator ft. coco o & erykah badu.
reader | “ you're my favorite crayon in the box, let's think outside the lines ”
now playing.. rusty by tyler, the creator ft. earl sweatshirt & domo genesis.
jabber | “ i was defiant, always said, "fuck shit". hated the popular ones, now i'm the popular one ”
You were never the type to go out of your way to talk to people. Every time you tried, your words would stumble out, leaving you a stuttering mess. So your daily routine was to go to school, do your work, go home & repeat. You kept your head in the books and headphones over your ears.
Until one accident (literally) changed everything.
After school, you decided against staying home and went to the park. You sat on the bench, people watching. Listening to the kids giggling on the playground, watching the elderly couple chat on their daily walk, or hearing the sounds of skateboard wheels grinding against the concrete.
It was peaceful, but you hated the idea of your hair smelling like the outside. You got up from the bench, pulling your denim skirt down, and began your walk home.
“WOAH, WATCH OUT”
The feeling of wind brushing past your skin was replaced with a huge force colliding with your body.
“Shit shit, I'm sorry… Oh, hello, pretty lady.”
You could practically hear him grinning down at you. Your arms slowly moved from your face, and your eyes blinked open.
He removed himself from above you, dusting off his pants and stretched his hand out towards you.
“Hi, the name's Jabber. Jabber Wonger.” He grinned.
You took his hand and pulled yourself up, took a deep breath, and began to speak. “Hi.”
His eyes widened at your soft yet raspy voice.
“Huh? Speak up, don’t get all shy on me now.”
Rolling your eyes, you reintroduced yourself, a little louder this time.
“Oh, you're that girl in my science class, never heard you speak before.”
“Cute, suits you.”
“Um, thanks?”
He threw his arm over your shoulder and began to speak.
“Sooo.. I’m thinking. You? Me? Ice cream? Right now?”
“Didn’t your mom tell you not to talk to strangers?”
“If I were to get kidnapped, I'd definitely want it to be by a pretty lady like you.”
He leaned towards your ear with a small smirk. “So is that a yes?”
You gulped, feeling his breath on your ear.
“Yeah.. yeah that's cool”
And from that very day, you and Jabber spent almost every day together. You were there at the skate park recording clips for him, and he was there during your study sessions at the library. Aquarium dates to early morning sunrises at the beach. You guys walked through school, hands intertwined, looking at each other like you were the only ones in the world.
Jabber was sweating bullets; it was the first time he came to your house. He tried to look presentable, in a plain white tee, baggy jeans, and two bouquets of flowers for you and your mom. He spent all night practicing a firm handshake and what he planned to say, but he would never tell you that, though. Introductions went smoothly, and your mom and dad were impressed with his aspirations and how he carried himself.
After introductions, you grabbed his hand and led him up to your room.
“KEEP THE DOOR OPEN”
“Obviously, Dad, I love my life, thank you very much,” you murmured.
Jabber’s eyes darted around your room, taking in the cluttered walls and shelves full of memories he’d only seen through FaceTime.
“Boy, come sit down.”
“On the bed? You do know your dad is BIG. He’s like a fucking giant,” he whined.
“He’s a softie on the inside, all bark no bite. I promise.”
He took a deep breath and made his way over to your bed, his body submitting to your bed as soon as his body touched the softness of your bed.
“Yo girl, why’d you never invite me sooner? This place is tightttt”
A small smile crept onto your face as you watched him roll around on your bed. “You should be flattered as the first boy ever to be in here.” Getting up from your bed, he makes his way in front of your body-length mirror, clearly feeling himself. You watched him pose and mess with his locs as he spoke.
“I’m not surprised, I mean, look at me. Who wouldn’t want this fine pineapple lightskin in their bed?”
You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach. “You need to stay off of TikTok because what?”
“Come on, let’s watch a movie.” You grabbed his arm, leading him to your bed.
“I'm picking the movie because we’re not watching Mid-'90s again.”
Summary: In the days leading up to a full moon, Remus Lupin receives an anonymous gift basket filled with potions, chocolates, and a carefully-brewed Wolfsbane Potion.
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Y/N considered herself a rather observant student, especially when it came to the Marauders. It was hard not to notice them, really. They were practically a four-person parade through the halls of Hogwarts—pranks, laughter, and charm trailing behind them like a comet's tail. James Potter with his messy hair and endless attempts to impress Lily Evans, Sirius Black with his dazzling grin and effortless cool, Peter Pettigrew following close, always eager to please. But one Marauder stood out to her more than the rest. Remus Lupin.
There was something about him that had Y/N hooked from the beginning. Perhaps it was his quiet brilliance or the way he seemed to carry a world of mysteries in those warm, honey-colored eyes. Or maybe, it was the way new scars seemed to appear on his face and hands every so often, faint but unmistakable. They fascinated her, those scars, and as her gaze lingered on him in class or at meals, she found herself trying to figure him out.
And, admittedly, somewhere along the way, Y/N developed a bit of a crush on him. But who wouldn’t? He was brilliant, always top of the class without trying too hard, and—and yes, he was gorgeous. Handsome in that annoyingly effortless way. Soft, tousled hair that practically begged to be touched, sharp cheekbones, and—Merlin, those knit jumpers that always made him look so adorable. How was that fair? It was like he’d been sculpted by some benevolent god of tall, bookish, sweater-loving dream boys.
But Y/N’s interest in him was more than just attraction. There was something… otherworldly about him. She’d started to notice patterns—how he would seem worn and pale every few weeks, how he would disappear entirely from school grounds for a day or two, only to return looking exhausted and, if possible, even more scarred than before.
A month ago, after endless speculation and careful observation, Y/N had arrived at a conclusion: Remus Lupin was probably a werewolf. She wasn’t completely certain; it was more of an educated guess. But what could she do with this theory? It wasn’t like she could walk up to him and blurt out, “Hey, Remus! You don’t know me, but I’ve been watching you for months, and I just wanted to ask, are you, by any chance, a werewolf?”
The thought alone made her cringe. Y/N sighed, tapping her quill against her parchment. Remus Lupin might be full of mysteries and maybe—just maybe—she’d get the courage to actually talk to him someday.
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The full moon was only a few days away, and Y/N could already see the toll it was taking on Remus. He was limping slightly, a stiffness in his stride that made her heart ache, and the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than ever. He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t been sleeping in days, and though she knew he had his friends—the Marauders, always fiercely loyal—she couldn’t help but feel he needed more comfort than they could provide. She wanted to do something for him, something small but meaningful.
The idea hit her while she was rummaging through her bag in the library: an anonymous get-well-soon basket. She could leave it outside his dorm, a collection of little comforts to ease the days leading up to his transformation. She’d make sure it was subtle, not too personal, just enough to lift his spirits without drawing attention.
Excitement and nerves mixed in her stomach as she mentally listed what she’d need. A couple potions to help with sleep, pain, and anxiety, some of Honeydukes' finest chocolate, a soft blanket to keep him warm, and a few baked goods from the kitchen elves. She might even add a small note with a simple message—“Hope these bring you a bit of comfort during the full moon. Take care of yourself.”
Over the next couple of days, Y/N carefully gathered everything. She bought him a midnight-blue wool blanket that felt like a hug in fabric form and a variety of different chocolates. She used her advanced potion skills to make Murtlap Essence, a Calming Draught, and a Healing Potion.
But the most important addition was a small bottle of Wolfsbane Potion. She’d somehow managed to get her hands on the recipe, even though it wasn’t officially taught at Hogwarts—and she’d acquired a secret stash of the rare ingredients needed to brew it, though she'd never admit where from. It had taken several nights of brewing in the abandoned classroom she’d found, but she’d done it.
The full moon was only two days away when she finished assembling the basket, carefully placing the note on top before leaving it right outside the boys' dormitory. With a final glance over her handiwork, she quickly walked back to her dorm, satisfied with her work.
As she returned to her room, a little thrill of satisfaction bubbled within her. Maybe, just maybe, her small gesture would help Remus feel a little less alone, a little less burdened by the full moon’s approach. And that thought alone was enough to fill her with quiet joy.
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Just a few floors below, the Marauders were still lounging in the Gryffindor common room, sprawled across chairs and couches as the fire crackled low. They’d spent hours discussing pranks, arguing about the latest Quidditch match, and bickering about everything from Potions homework to the best way to dodge Filch. When the last embers started to die, they finally decided it was time to call it a night.
As they made their way up the stairs, it was James who first spotted the basket. He froze mid-step, eyebrows raised as he pointed it out. "Er, lads... anyone know what this is?"
The other boys crowded around, peering down at the unexpected sight.
“No clue,” Peter murmured, squinting at the note resting on top.
Sirius, with his usual curiosity, leaned down and plucked up the note, inspecting it with a grin before his eyes gleamed mischievously. “Ooooooh, Remus, it’s for you!” he cooed, reading the note aloud for the group: ‘Hope these bring you a bit of comfort during the full moon. Take care of yourself.’
The boys’ faces all fell at once. Whoever had left this knew. Someone had figured it out. Their carefully crafted excuses, the timing of their sneaking around, all the little tricks they’d come up with—they thought it was foolproof. But apparently, someone had been watching more closely than they’d realized.
Without another word, they grabbed the basket, exchanging uneasy glances as they rushed into the dormitory, shutting the door firmly behind them. They gathered around Remus’s bed, where James set the basket down, and just stared at it.
“Well? Open it already!” James urged, his voice a mix of curiosity, excitement, and a tinge of concern.
Remus took a steadying breath. His friends were watching him closely as he slowly lifted the wrapping, half-expecting some kind of prank to burst out at him. But instead, he found an assortment of thoughtful items neatly arranged within the basket. A stack of Honeydukes chocolates, carefully tied together with string. A blanket, dark blue and soft, lay folded at the side. Several small bottles—potions, each labeled with precision, sat in the center, cushioned by tissue paper.
They all scanned the contents in awe and curiosity, but Sirius was the first to notice something unusual. He gasped, eyes widening as he pointed to one particular bottle.
“Holy shit, is that—”
“Wolfsbane,” Remus finished quietly, staring at the vial with a mixture of shock and disbelief.
They all fell silent, taking in the implications of that single bottle. Wolfsbane Potion was incredibly complex, nearly impossible for a student to brew, and yet here it was—crafted, sealed, and ready for him. Someone had not only figured out his secret but had gone to lengths far beyond casual concern. The potion’s presence in the basket hinted at more than just kindness; it was a deeply personal gesture, an unspoken understanding that spoke volumes.
Remus swallowed hard, his fingers brushing the cool glass of the bottle. "Did the card say who it was from?" he asked, looking over at Sirius, who shrugged and handed him the note again.
Remus read the short message over and over, searching for any hidden clues, some hint that might give away the sender. But the note was short, simple, and entirely anonymous. He turned it over, checked for invisible ink, even held it up to the light, but there was nothing.
“Not a single hint?” James murmured, peering over his shoulder, a frown deepening across his face. “Nothing?”
The group exchanged baffled glances. They examined the basket once more, handling each item carefully to make sure nothing seemed dangerous. The potions were labeled clearly and accurately, the chocolate smelled rich and sweet, and the blanket was incredibly soft—perfect for a night when he’d be feeling cold and drained. Every item seemed genuine, carefully chosen, with not a hint of a prank or hex.
As they finished examining the basket, they slowly started getting ready for bed. Remus sat quietly on his bed, his mind racing as he took in the kindness of it all. He tucked the potions into his bedside drawer, hiding the chocolate where he knew Sirius wouldn’t be able to steal it, and spread the blanket over his bed. It was soft, warmer than his own, and the weight of it settled over him like a quiet comfort he hadn’t realized he needed.
Sliding under the blanket, Remus felt a warmth blooming in his chest. Someone out there knew his secret, but instead of using it against him, they’d tried to make things a little easier. And he knew, without question, that he had to figure out who it was.
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The full moon had passed in a calm that Remus had never experienced before. He woke that morning still feeling sore, but the aches were manageable. Normally, the transformations left him scarred and hollow, as if all the energy and warmth had been drained from him, leaving only exhaustion in its wake. But this time, thanks to the Wolfsbane Potion and the potions from the basket, he felt… human. Less broken.
After seeing the other Marauders off to class, Remus leaned back into his bed, feeling the softness of the new blanket wrap around him like a gentle hug. He’d spent the morning drinking one of the calming potions, using the healing salve for his aches, and nibbling on a bit of chocolate to ease his nerves. And though he was grateful, he couldn’t shake the strange blend of curiosity and unease that swirled in his mind. Who knew? Who cared this much? The secrecy felt like a burden, yet he couldn’t help but feel a small glow of warmth every time he glanced at the basket.
Meanwhile, James, Sirius, and Peter were trying to answer that very question in their own way. During Potions, they’d had an idea. Whoever had brewed Wolfsbane Potion had to be incredibly skilled, so finding out who had the best marks in Potions could narrow things down. The second Slughorn dismissed them, they pounced.
Sirius leaned casually on Slughorn’s desk, grinning with exaggerated innocence. “Professor,” he began, “say I wanted to improve my Potions skills. Just hypothetically.”
Slughorn’s eyebrows lifted, clearly intrigued by Sirius’s unusual interest. “Oh? Well, it’s about time, Mr. Black. I’d say your marks could certainly use a bit of boosting.”
“Oh, I know, I know!” Sirius waved his hands, laughing a bit. “That’s exactly why I was thinking maybe a bit of tutoring could help. So… who would you say is the top student in your class?”
James sidled up next to him, nodding earnestly. “Yeah, Professor. Who’s the best at brewing?”
Slughorn looked delighted, his chest puffing with pride at the idea of his Gryffindor students taking a sudden interest in his class. He lowered his voice as though he were sharing a prized secret. “Ah, if you’re looking for someone with real talent, you’d want to speak with Y/N Y/L/N. A truly gifted student! Absolutely meticulous with her brewing, and a Gryffindor as well! You boys ought to know her.”
Sirius and James exchanged baffled glances. “Y/N Y/L/N?” James muttered, frowning in thought.
Peter piped up, looking a little surprised. “Oh, I remember her. We did a project together in second year. She’s very sweet. I suppose she’s easy to miss, always keeping to herself.”
“Right…” Sirius trailed off, scratching his chin. “Doesn’t sound like the type to be sneaking around in the dead of night to drop off mysterious gift baskets, does she?”
“People can surprise you,” Peter shrugged. “I bet she’s got her reasons.”
After classes were over, the three Marauders nearly sprinted back to the dormitory. They’d waited all day to tell Remus their findings, and as soon as they saw him, they launched right into it.
“So,” Sirius said, flopping dramatically onto Remus’s bed, “we might know who left the basket.”
Remus looked up, eyebrows raised, though he tried to appear casual. “Really?”
James nodded, practically bouncing with excitement. “Y/N Y/L/N. Slughorn says she’s his top student in Potions. And she’s a Gryffindor, so she’d know where to find us.”
The name caught Remus off guard. “Y/N Y/L/N?” He knew exactly who she was—quiet, always hanging at the edges of things, never drawing attention to herself. He remembered her from their earlier years, especially a few years back when she and Peter had done that project together. She’d been kind and incredibly smart, but she always seemed to fade into the background.
Sirius shot him a curious look. “Wait—do you actually know her?”
Remus hesitated, carefully picking his words. “I mean… I remember her. We’ve been in classes together since first year.”
But what he didn’t say was that he’d once felt drawn to her quiet kindness. She wasn’t like other students; there was a thoughtfulness to her, a gentle intelligence that had always intrigued him. He remembered her now, the shy girl who had somehow made him feel seen, and the idea that she might have left the basket stirred something inside him—a mix of hope and nerves.
Sirius smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, you remember her, do you?”
Remus rolled his eyes, trying to hide his blush. “Look, it’s probably not her. There’s no way she’d still remember… I mean, we barely ever talked.”
James raised his eyebrows. “Barely ever talked? That doesn’t mean she wouldn’t care. Besides,” he added with a grin, “you clearly want it to be her.”
Remus glanced away, not trusting himself to deny it. Because if it really was Y/N… she’d have gone to extraordinary lengths just to help him. It would mean she knew his secret and, rather than fearing him, had quietly found a way to ease his burden. And perhaps the most surprising part? He found himself hoping it was her.
Finally, he cleared his throat. “Alright. I’ll talk to her. See if there’s anything to this theory of yours.”
The next morning, with a hint of apprehension and excitement, Remus set out to find her. He decided to look in the library first, where he thought she might be studying between classes. But as he crossed the common room, he spotted her in the far corner, curled up in a chair with a thick book on her lap.
He took a steadying breath and made his way over to her. She looked up, clearly surprised to see him, her eyes widening as he gave a small, nervous smile.
“Hi, Y/N,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Do you mind if I join you?”
She blinked, a little flustered, but nodded, gesturing to the seat across from her. “Um, of course, Remus.”
They sat in a slightly awkward silence for a moment, and Remus could feel his heart beating hard in his chest. He cleared his throat, feeling the weight of her attention on him.
“So… I, uh, wanted to thank you,” he started, not sure how to bring it up. “For… everything.”
She stiffened slightly, her cheeks flushing, but kept her gaze steady. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she replied quietly.
He watched her, seeing the faintest hint of a smile playing at her lips, and knew then, without a doubt, that she was the one. “The gift basket. The potions. The blanket.” He lowered his voice. “The Wolfsbane. It helped me… more than I can say.”
Her face softened, and she nodded, understanding in her eyes. “I’m… really glad to hear that. I just wanted you to have what you needed. It’s not easy going through all that on your own.”
Remus felt his heart swell. Here she was, fully aware of the truth and yet sitting here, calm and kind, accepting him exactly as he was.
He met her gaze, feeling a sense of calm he hadn’t felt in ages. “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I did to deserve that kind of kindness from you, but… it means a lot.”
They sat there in a comfortable silence, the unspoken words passing between them, understanding filling the space. He knew he’d found a friend in her—someone who saw through the mask he wore and had chosen to help, not out of pity, but because she understood what it meant to care quietly, deeply, and without expectation.
And perhaps, he thought with a hint of warmth, this was only the beginning of something much deeper.
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A/N ~ this is kinda rushed sorry, school is killing me :P
❥ quiet!reader… is a kook but never act like one, she’s just born in the wrong family.
❥ quiet!reader… is the type of girl to go in garage sale, weird little shop, etc… to find old things to decorate her room.
❥ quiet!reader… is the type of girl to prefer animals over humans, yes she will let you die for her cats.
❥ quiet!reader… is the type of girl to see cute videos with like a duo of cats, dolls, etc… that reminds her of herself and rafe but she saves them in a special folder “send him later” when she’s mad at him and don’t want to be the one who makes the first step.
❥ quiet!reader… is the type of girl to have a massive collection of vinyls and cds.
❥ quiet!reader… loves shows and movies like the walking dead, midsommar, the craft, coraline, miss perigrine’s home for peculiar children, saw franchise, etc..
❥ quiet!reader… loves doja cat.
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❥ quiet!reader… is forced to hang out with rafe and sarah, she will love sarah even if she’s her total opposite and will like rafe because he’s also quiet when he’s with her.
❥ quiet!reader… is 1 year younger than rafe so in the same school and rafe’s friends would make fun of her for being “quiet” and “weird” but rafe would tell them to keep it down and stop bothering her.
❥ quiet!reader… have a little (big) crush on rafe and would spy on him when she comes to visit sarah, what she doesn't know is that rafe can see what she's doing and he loves it.
❥ quiet!reader… would be surprised but very happy when rafe would ask her to hang out with him and not only with sarah.
❥ quiet!reader… began to hear the whispers in the hallway of the school and the rumours circulating because now everyone noticed that they were very often together.
❥ quiet!reader… is always the quiet one when they hang out and he does most of the talking, if they want to order something? he speaks for her. she wants something in a store but she can’t find it? rafe will ask to the employee for her.
❥ quiet!reader… is always looking at rafe with wide open eyes like she fascinated by him or what he’s saying but she’s just like that.
❥ quiet!reader… would force rafe to like her “weird toys” like he calls them.
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this is very different from what i’m usually posting but i wanted to make this SO BADDDD!! (not me adding doja cat and twd because i love her and this show💋)
Hello, I'd like to request a Velvette x quiet g/n! reader romantic/slight angst. Where she's crushing on/pining for the reader, but reader is very insecure and shy, doesn't believe anyone (especially an overlord) could possibly want them.
ooooh my first velvette ask!
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐭 — 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐜𝐬!
𐐒 ft : velvette x gn!reader
𐐒 cw : fluff, slight angst
𐐒 summary : despite your insecurities and hesitance towards her, velvette really wants your attention!
𐐒 note : i swear tumblr glitched and i am now rewriting everything i can remember TT-TT
despite her being. . . well VELVETTE. . . i think she'd be too stubborn to ask you on a date outright, or confess how she feels about you
she wants you to be the one fawning all over her! and she gets a little discouraged when it doesn't happen
despite that, she really sees something special in you-even without her romantic feelings clouding her vision.
she makes it her priority to help you see what she sees
Velvette has been surrounded by insecure models her whole life (she can spot that same look on your face in an instant) so she knows what you think of yourself
it secretly breaks her heart to know you feel that way about yourself,
especially when she finds out how much you admire her status as an overlord. . .but she doesn't want to seem unreachable to you!
She's sitting at the overlords meeting, tapping her fingers on the table in thought, wondering what kind of date she could ask you on to make you comfortable
(probably retains no information about the meeting itself)
Velvette always likes to be physically close to you
Holding your hand, or pulling you in for a selfie
(its an excuse to be close to your face and plant a cheeky kiss to your cheek while she snaps the picture)
The picture is now her home screen's wallpaper btw
I'd like to think (just generally) velvette would give you a friendship bracelet or a matching accessory for the two of you. Something the two of you can wear with ANY outfit
texts you a ton, even managing to do so while she's working on runway looks
she greets you all the time by 'kissing' both sides of your face
always posts you on her socials or tags you in cute videos
likes to make dirty jokes to embarrass you (dropping hints about her feelings in the process)
calls you 'love'
imagine: Velvette asked you to model for her (for just a second), holding pins between her lips as she secures the fabric to your form. When she notices you shifting away from her eyes uncomfortably, she takes both of your hands in hers and tells you "Listen up, I wouldn't have trusted anyone else to do this for me, yeah?" "You're very dear to me. . ." she tries to confess casually "So stop squirming!" she smiles.
velvette sticking out her tongue in concentration as she does your makeup
