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‘Tis the Damn Season

Stark U #6

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, you’re too drunk, you’ve basically avoided Bucky and Steve for six months and the last person you’d want to meet at this party just happens to be yelling in your face. The panic attack is inevitable, really.

Pairing: college!Steve Rogers x reader, college!Bucky Barnes x reader, college!Sam Wilson x reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 7.8k

Warnings: so much angst, past SA, alcohol, talk about violence, Christmas celebrations, things finally start to happen, kissing :)

A/N: Happy holidays to anyone who celebrates and to those who don’t, I hope you have a good few days anyways <3 This is the first I’ve posted since July which is awful of me so sorry

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You didn't see them all summer. The day after your last exam was over, you bolted back to your hometown and spent the entire summer selectively ignoring messages from Bucky and Natasha and Steve and Sam asking what you were doing and how your summer was going and maybe you could all meet up and go somewhere and—

It's December now, and every goddamn day since June you have been trying to figure out if what Bucky said to you when you were sick was a fever-induced hallucination or if he really, actually, said that he wanted you to take his last name someday. It made you panic, because the entire spring term you tried to convince yourself that your feelings towards them were batshit crazy and any inkling to them feeling the same was a delusional reach, grasping for crumbs that in reality were just friendly gestures. And then he says that.

"She's just practicing her future last name, Stevie."

So, yeah...things have been weird. Three months have passed since classes started and none of you want to mention what happened right before summer break. Actually, with each day passing you feel more like maybe it was just a hallucination or a very vivid dream, because both Bucky and Steve act like it never even happened. Bucky even had his mouth latched onto some blonde sophomore at a dumb, stupid frat party on Halloween. You went home right after and cried for two hours. But it's not hard to conclude that even if there was some spark or connection or anything beyond friendship with either of them before summer, it has died out completely.

The subject will probably never be broached. You're too scared of confrontation and definitely too scared of revealing unreciprocated feelings for that to happen. The slightly tense atmosphere in the loft is entirely your fault—your lack of communication with anyone in the group during the summer has made them a little confused, you guess. You mostly spend time in your room, giving excuses of studying and talking with parents on the phone and 'I'm just tired, sorry'.

Spending too much time with Natasha scares you too, because she reads you so well and you don't want her to know how hurt and unhappily in love you are. She'll try to do something about it and then Steve and Bucky will catch on and then you will end up rejected and labeled as crazy, because who the fuck falls in love with two people?

That doesn't mean you've managed to avoid her. Living in the same apartment as her definitely makes that hard, but just the fact that she won't let you makes it impossible. Last week she even broke into your room when you had it locked, because apparently she knows how to pick a lock open in under ten seconds. She absolutely knows something is off, but so far she hasn't brought it up.

Natasha is the sole reason why you're now standing in the backyard of some rich kid's house just off campus, surrounded by smoke from cheap cigarettes and fairy lights hung up between the trees and one too many shots of vodka in your blood. It's December utterly and thoroughly—there's snow on the ground but people still haven't accepted the fact that wearing their short dresses and tank tops without jackets does not work anymore. Ice drops hangs from the tree where you stand, listening to Natasha talk with a drunken girl looking for her phone.

It's fun, sure. Not the worst party you've been to and not the best either. You talked to the girl you've been sitting next to in History class earlier for almost twenty minutes. Got free vodka. It's Friday and you don't have any exams to study for. None of that makes you forget that things aren't the same.

"Nat. Nat." You poke her shoulder repeatedly, obnoxiously probably, until she glances over her shoulder with a slight glare.

"What is it?"

"I'm gonna get 'nother drink. Inside," you tell her, pointing with your thumb towards a hedge even though it was meant to be the door. Natasha seems to understand anyway.

"Okay. Don't wander off too long. And come back here right after."

"Yes, ma'am." You give her a half-assed salute before turning around, swaying slightly in your step. It's the uneven and slippery surface of the snow-covered ground, you tell yourself.

There's a lot of people here, is what you note as you push yourself through the seemingly endless crowds of the living room. You kind of hate that they haven't played a single song you like and if Steve was here he would agree, because he doesn't listen to any music made after the internet was born. Bucky would then make fun of Steve and you would laugh and everything would be right in the world. Instead you're pressed to kitchen drawers of a dark kitchen, cheap vodka mixed with soda running down your throat.

The kitchen is crowded too, but either way it's a respite from whatever the hell's going on in the living room. Jumping up and down and calling it dancing (you were doing the same the hour before). You're too drunk to be miserable about everything happening in your life this entire term and much too drunk to feel the absolute atrocious taste of your drink.

In half an hour you will probably throw up and tomorrow will be spent nursing a horrible hangover, but those consequences seem insignificant right now. You just keep thinking about the image of Bucky shoving his tongue down someone's throat that wasn't yours. It was heartbreaking. That he's not here is a good thing, because you'd either witness the same thing again or actually bring it up to him, and that's much worse. God knows it's only a matter of time before Steve does the same thing.

Someone pushes into you, forcing the liquid from your cup to spill from the confines of the red plastic onto your dress. It's black, so it doesn't really matter, but the alcohol still seeps through the fabric until it reaches your skin.

"Shit, fuck—"

Your hand tries to somehow dry your dress by fanning the fabric, which obviously doesn't help very much, and the paper towels placed on the counter in front of you escape your drunken mind completely.

Fresh air and icy winter winds are the only options, so you push through and stumble into people on your way outside. It takes a lot longer than it should. You can't really see much considering the dizziness and darkness inside, but somehow, magically, you are eventually dragging your way towards Natasha who stands in the same place as before.

"Nat. Natty—I spilled. Look."

The black dress with the now wet patch is lifted towards her by your hands, highlighted for her to see. You sway as you tell her.

"Jesus, you can barely stand straight," Natasha answers with a stabling hand to your shoulder, shaking her head to herself instead of focusing on the very urgent fact that you spilled on yourself.

Natasha turns to the girl she's talking to, saying something you can't bother to decipher, before stepping aside with a guiding arm around you.

"We gotta get you home before you embarrass yourself for real," she mumbles underneath her breath.

"I heard that," you whisper, a loud hiccup following. Whoops.

She rolls her eyes, fishing her phone up from her pocket.

"Who—who you writing? To?" you ask, slightly aware that your sentences lack correct structure but not really caring. As long as the message comes across, right?

"I'm texting Steve. I can't drive and you sure as hell can't."

Even in your state, panic instantly sets in over the mention of his name even though you live in the same goddamn apartment.

"Nooo. No Steve."

Your hand grasps for her phone. Nat pulls it away from your reach much quicker than you can comprehend.

"Yes Steve. You're a mess and he's the only one with the patience to take care of this level of drunk. I don't care that you're avoiding them for some stupid goddamn reason," she tells you.

"Nat," you whine. "He can't see me. I spilled!"

She just glares at you. "I swear to god, Y/n...nobody cares that you spilled your drink. I can't even see it."

"I'm so drunk!"

"Yeah, I know. Just—just stay here, okay? I'm going to get you some water so you can sober up by the time your precious Steve comes for us."

Natasha is heading inside before you can process her words. Waiting in place for a few minutes turns into an eternity in your mind. She should know better than to leave you unattended and then expect you to stay—really, it's her own fault. You will accept no blame if Nat gets mad at you for going inside again. It's cold and you need to go to the bathroom. Also, you're mad at her. Telling Steve to come get you? That's just...embarrassing.

Once again you're shouldering your way past people on about the same level of intoxication as you. There's a bad remix of a Christmas song playing loudly. Makes you wanna punch whoever's phone is connected to the speaker. The bathroom is so, so far away. It's something the architect of this house should've thought of before he put it at the very end of this long hallway you're currently making your way through, but clearly he didn't have you in mind.

"Fuck! Watch where you're going, asshole," some girl seethes at you as your shoulder nudges against hers. A nudge is an exaggeration—you brushed against it at most. She's probably an aggressive drunk, that's all.

You don't answer, instead fumbling for the door handle to what you believe might be the bathroom. Some couple is making out in here, the girl with her ass planted on the edge of the bathtub and the guy nearly devouring her face. Doesn't look very pleasant, if you're honest.

"Out. I need to pee."

Your hands find their way to their shoulders, ushering the lovesick pair out of the room without much protest from either of them. They're still making out as they walk out.

Despite your less than sober state, you manage to remember to lock the door after they leave. Some of the mascara that previously inhabited your lashes has moved down to rest under your eyes. You rub it away, smudging it slightly, but it just makes you look a little more like one of those cool girls you always see on campus. It will do.

You kind of want to throw up, but decide against it. That hasn't happened since you were a freshman, and you'd like to keep it that way. Staring at yourself in the mirror occupies your time in the bathroom instead, swaying slightly with your hands placed on the cold sink. If Steve saw you now he would be so disappointed. At least you imagine he would be—that fatherly look on his face as he tells you how you need to be more mindful with your alcohol consumption. Did you even watch who poured your drink? Never go anywhere alone at a party. Especially not a frat one. You know better than this, Y/n.

Steve's imaginary voice is interrupted by someone banging on the door, shouting for you to hurry the fuck up. It's been over ten minutes, but to you it just feels like three, and Natasha has been looking for you ever since she returned to the garden with a glass of water in her hand and no one to give it to. It's not her banging on the door, unfortunately, but instead a dickhead guy who has no patience. Can't a girl spend some time alone in the bathroom doing nothing anymore?

The guy glares at you as you push the door open, stumbling out into the crowded hallway while paying him no mind. It's dark save for the red LED-lights plastered on the walls, making it feel like a seedy dive bar instead of a seedy house. You don't see much.

"Hey! Hey, you—the girl with the black dress!"

Someone pushes their way past the people talking and making out and leaning against the walls, shoving through them as he searches for your attention. Of course, you don't really think it's you he's after. Half of the people at this party are wearing black dresses.

A clammy hand finds purchase on your shoulder, halting you in your less than gracious steps and turning you around with ease. Head tilted back, gaze running upwards until they settle on the face of a quite attractive guy. He doesn't look pretty happy to see you. You're not very happy to see him either.

The blood drains from your face, stealing away all that alcohol-induced heat within a second as his curly hair and green eyes look down at you with that same contempt he had when Sam dragged him away from the kitchen almost a year ago. You had hoped you never had to see him again. It was a naive thing to wish for.

"Y/n, right?" he asks bitterly. You don't answer, but he takes your silence as a yes. It was probably a rhetorical question anyway. His slightly crooked nose was perfectly straight the last time you saw him. His face is committed to your memory, burned in to taunt you on sleepless nights and everytime an unknown man walks a little too closely when you're out alone. "Your little boyfriend broke my fucking nose. You know that?"

Another rhetorical question. Definitely more threatening. Might be the tight grip he has on your arm too. Either way, his mere presence has apparently stripped away your ability to breathe normally. It feels like you've been running to the point of nausea, dark spots dancing before your eyes as he shakes you in attempt to get an answer.

"You ruined my fucking reputation. For what? I barely touched you. Such a sensitive fucking bitch, going around telling everyone that..." His voice trails off, ushering you into a quiet corner when he realizes people are staring. "Got nothing to say now, huh? Been so good at running your fucking mouth before, haven't you?"

"Let me go," you whisper, voice wavering. You don't sound assertive at all, instead weak and fearful. It's what you feel, as an upbeat, slightly bad cover rendition of "All I Want For Christmas" booms through the house. Girls shrieking in excitement over in the living room reaches your ears. You would have joined them if you weren't currently cornered by the guy who assaulted you in your own kitchen a year ago.

"No, we're going to fucking talk. What the fuck were you doing, going around saying shit like that about me to everyone?"

"I...I didn't..." Your lips part between words, breathing out shakily, trying to articulate sentences long enough to make sense. Why can't you speak? Why can't you even think?

"You didn't what?" he seethes. "You're such a fucking bitch, you know that? Acts all innocent and hides behind her friends. My nose is fucking crooked forever because of that fuckhead you sent after me."

Is it the alcohol that renders you this goddamn useless? There's just tears springing to your eyes, unable to say anything in defense of yourself. Can't even walk away.

He pushes you against the wall, knocking the breath out of you. To other people it probably looks like you're hooking up. At least that's what you hope they think, because otherwise you want to wonder why no one is intervening.

"Joshua, please let me go," you tell him again, even more pathetic this time. You're crying now, curled in on yourself in attempt to make yourself as small as possible.

"Fuck, you're so—"

"She told you to let her go."

The assertive, familiar tone booms through the hallway. It doesn't really, can probably only be heard by the people around you, but it feels like it when Steve's tall figure pushes through with hasty steps towards where you and Joshua stand, followed by a glaring Bucky with his jaw clenched so fucking tightly. A sob of relief is drawn from your lips, muffled by the back of your hand.

Joshua steps back instantly. Kind of funny to think that he's so scared of those two, and sad to think that he only respects a 'no' when it comes from men.

"Nice nose job," Bucky speaks up, pointing at his own nose as he stares at Joshua's crooked one, courtesy of the damn good punch he managed to land with his left fist all those months ago.

"Fuck you," Joshua growls, taking a step forward in attempt to appear more threatening or something. He doesn't really succeed—both Bucky and Steve towers over him in both length and build, unrelenting in their stance. As if they're stone walls keeping out the enemy.

Steve rolls his his eyes, shaking his head with a sigh. "Just get out of here. Don't go near her ever again, you hear me? Bucky's glad to fix your nose otherwise. Break it right back. Can't promise the result will be very good, though."

Bucky stands slightly behind Steve, raising an eyebrow in Joshua's direction that tells him there's not even a trace of a lie in the blonde giant's statement.

"You—fuck this." Joshua throws his hands in the air, aiming the most distasteful glare over his shoulder in your direction, before pushing past Steve and Bucky with a shove.

Your body instantly deflates, the tension melting off your limbs as you close your eyes and lean back against the wall. Gentle, firm hands instantly reach your cheeks, your arms, searching for any trace Joshua might have left behind on your body.

"Hey, hey. Y/n, are you okay? Did he touch you? Sweetheart, look at me."

Bucky's voice draws you out of the anxious, panicked state you slipped into, fluttering your eyelids open to see his worried frown and an equally worried Steve looming behind him. Wet cheeks and red-rimmed eyes greet them, pupils dilated from the alcohol.

"Y/n, are you hurt? How long have you two been talking?" Steve adds, looming over you in such a way that his large frame blocks out any of the colorful lights plastered on the walls.

They already know you're drunk—Natasha was the one to call them here to get you, after all. Maybe your silence and obvious intoxication makes it clear to them after a couple of seconds that an answer from you is a few minutes away, a few miles of distance from this foggy, packed house. Nothing more is said or requested from you. Instead your trembling form is led away and out into the biting cold by gentle hands belonging to your friends. Even your slight shock can't shield you from freezing your ass off as soon as you get out into the fresh air again, teeth beginning to chatter within the second step on tightly packed snow.

"What the—where the hell have you been? I swear to god, Y/n, I was gone for two minutes! I've been looking for you everywhere!" an angry Natasha yells, running perfectly towards the three of you down the slippery lawn to where Steve is currently helping you into the backseat of his car.

"Nat," Steve says, giving her a pleading look that silently tells her it's not the time for a scolding.

"What? I told her to stay put when I went to get her a glass of water and she just disappeared out of nowhere. Slippery motherfucker while drunk, I swear she'll be the death of me—"

"Nat," he repeats, sternly this time. In that tone only he masters, silencing even the most eager tongues with a single exhale. "She met Joshua. And she's not okay. So please, leave your yelling for tomorrow and get in the car."

Steve holds the passenger door open, gesturing for the seat beside Bucky. He's turning the key, letting the car warm up properly while he clutches the wheel tightly. Natasha's irritated frown turns into a concerned one, nodding silently before slipping inside. Steve closes the door shut behind her.

You lean your head against the frost-covered window, fogged up by your breath two inches away from it, and close your eyes. Steve leans over you, reaching for the belt and fastens it over your torso. You forgot. He never does.

It's no surprise, doesn't startle you despite your absentminded state, when his warm hand cups your cheek, turns your head to face him. Soft, blue gaze and ridiculously long lashes. It's nothing but contrasting against the clouds released from your mouths with each breath—warm, concerned...loving? Maybe.

"Are you okay?" he whispers, thumb rubbing over your cheek.

You nod. "Yes. I am now."

Bucky puts his foot on the gas, turns on the blinker, and pulls away from the curb, out onto the streets. It's nearly soundless. The usual rumble from wheels against road is cushioned by the snow.

"This was a mistake. Sorry, I can't—" Sam gags, moving his head out of the bathroom before returning his presence within a few seconds. "You're a real shitty guard, Nat. Why'd you let her drink this much?"

All four of your roommates are gathered in the bathroom, surrounding you as if you're a newly born lion cub in a zoo, while you puke your guts out into the toilet. Steve is kneeling on the floor beside you, a comforting hand rubbing your back, while Bucky sits a few feet away with a glass of water in hand, ready for whenever you need it.

"Fuck you. You weren't there—she was like a goddamn ghost, just slipping away everytime I blinked. Looked fucking everywhere for her. 'S not my fault," Nat answers, residing on the floor of the shower in lack of space.

"Not true," you murmur in answer, your voice echoing off the ceramic surrounding you.

You're pretty much done throwing up, it's just the exhaustion following that's keeping you slumped over on the bathroom tile. Your hand stretches out in Bucky's direction, reaching for the glass of water that's gulped down within a few seconds.

"Careful. Gonna get sick again if you do it this fast," Bucky says, unable to help himself from brushing away the stray drops of water running down your chin.

The gesture is nothing new from him. He did it when you were sick all those months ago too, and you haven't forgotten it at all. His thumb gently rubbing over your skin as if you're precious, something deserving of gentleness, is engraved into your mind. You're thankful for getting most of the alcohol out of your system, because you might not have remembered this moment in the morning if not. Fuck it if you forgot the way his pupils widen just slightly, as if he didn't mean to, as if he couldn't help himself.

"I'm fine," you whisper in answer, clearing your throat. "Got it all out."

"Good." Steve's hand moves up from your back to your head, stroking it for just a second before withdrawing his touch. "Let's get you to the couch."

"I don't wanna go to the couch. Wanna be in my bed." You're pouting. Maybe there is some trace of alcohol left in you.

"Steve and Buck will feel much less like creepy stalkers if they stare at you sleeping on the couch instead of hovering around your bedroom all night like a bunch of pervs," Natasha speaks up. A snort follows after, as if it was a joke and not a statement. Definitely tipsy too, despite unwilling to admit such a weakness.

Steve raises a reprimanding eyebrow Natasha's way, telling her to shut her mouth with just his gaze. She smirks in answer.

"Don't listen to her. A fucking liar," Bucky remarks, but there's still some form of amusement in his expression. He can't even deny the statement—he is going to watch over you. Doesn't really matter if it's in the living room or in your bedroom. "Now let's get you up. C'mon."

With a push from your arms against the cold tile, you're standing on two legs again. Steve is hovering his hand near your back, ready to support if the vodka decides to topple you over. But you're fine—just tired now.

For ten minutes it feels things are back to normal again. On the living room couch, nestled in between them, your head leaning on Steve's shoulder as a stupid Hallmark Christmas movie plays on the tv. Sam and Natasha are in their rooms sleeping, and for a few moments you forget why you kept your distance. Everything would have been good if this is how the night would end. If Steve didn't have to address the past six months.

"I've missed this. With us," Steve whispers as he strokes your shoulder absentmindedly, like it's second nature to him to have his hands on your skin. "You've been so distant lately. For months, Y/n."

The room instantly becomes tense enough to make you nauseous. A clearing of your throat, an attempt to sit up out of Steve's hold and away from this conversation that you'd much rather avoid is futile—it's instantly stopped by Bucky's hand on your chest that pushes you right back.

"No," he says sternly. "You're gonna sit right here, sweetheart, and tell us why you've barely let us see you since fall term started. 'Cause it's sure as fuck not something I take lightly. Why have you avoided us?"

You look away, shaking your head to yourself as you try to talk yourself down. You will not break. You will not confess a single thing. You are going to act like everything is fine and you are not currently freaking out being sandwiched between the only two men you would gladly be sandwiched between under different circumstances than this.

"What are you even talking about?" you answer meekly. It's clear as soon as the words come out of your mouth that no one is falling for your innocent act, not even sweet, naive Steve. Then again, you're doing a particularly bad job. "Both of you think I've been distant?"

"Cut the bullshit, Y/n. If we've done something wrong, just say so." Bucky bites his cheek, glancing down for just a second, but it's enough to let his vulnerability slip. He's hurt.

A wave of guilt instantly washes over your body, an unusual feeling. During all these months of avoiding any interaction with Bucky and Steve besides the necessary ones, you didn't think that they'd actually mind your absence that much. They might not be hopelessly in love with you like you are with them, but they're still your friends. Friends miss each other.

"Or if it's something personal, you can tell us, you know? Is it anxiety, or are you feeling generally low, or...?" Steve chips in, trying to drown out Bucky's accusatory tone.

"No, no...I'm not depressed, Steve. And none of you have done anything wrong, I promise," you say hastily, shutting down their concerns as quickly as possible while trying to buy yourself time to come up with an excuse. "I just...needed some alone time."

Bucky rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Sassy man. "Bullshit again. You've spent a bunch of time with Natasha. Sam, too. It's us you're avoiding." He points to himself and Steve with his hand. "It's been almost six months, Y/n. What the hell's your problem?" He pushes himself off the couch, standing up and blocking your view of the tv. It's as if his frustration is all contained while sitting down.

"Bucky," Steve scolds, glaring up at his friend. He's not appreciating the tone at all, that's for sure.

"There's no problem, Bucky," you tell him, shaking your head. Trying to dismiss this entire conversation before you reveal too much.

"No! Y/n, I'm going fucking crazy! This is the first time you've even let me touch you in half a year!" Bucky yells, a pleading tone in his voice that breaks your heart just a little. Because it's true. You have barely even hugged since June. You've barely talked for more than five minutes at a time.

"Don't yell at her, for god's sake, Bucky," Steve adds, his hands on your shoulders and ready to get up from the couch any second.

"What the hell's going on with you, huh?!" Bucky continues, ignoring Steve's statement. His eyes are solely focused on you, void of the usual softness. There's just anger. "Cause if you can't stand us, then tough fucking luck. I can have your fucking things moved out by tomorrow for all I care. Can move right into Walker's dorm. Bet he'd accept you with open fucking arms if you get to your knees and—“

The drop of your heart down to your stomach can almost be heard, an echoing, hollow sound. You're sure of it. Bucky shuts his mouth, as if he realizes what exactly was about to come out of it. What is not even a second of silence feels like a whole minute, before Steve shoots up from his seat beside you and grabs Bucky by the collar, rattling the whole room with the force in which he nearly tackles Bucky against the wall with. The tangy taste of iron starts to fill your mouth, your teeth biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. There's tears lingering in your eyes but you can't hold them back, not anymore.

"You don't fucking talk to her like that, you bast—"

"I love you! It’s ‘cause I fucking love you guys!” you yell, a pathetic sob marring the words. “So I’m fucking sorry that I’ve avoided you two but I’m trying to get over these goddamn—these feelings, but I can’t, okay! I can’t!”

The bitter delivery is punctuated by the sleeve of your sweater wiping away the tears furiously, cutting Steve off and drawing both of their wild eyes towards your figure now standing up, just a minute away from a complete breakdown. You don't even process the fact that Steve cursed. It would've been teased about endlessly in any other situation.

"I will go. I'll leave if that's what you want," you seethe with a voice so unsteady that it's almost unbearable to listen to. "But I don’t hate any of you. I don’t, and I get why you’re mad. But fuck you, Bucky. Fuck you for saying that.”

More tears fall. It's futile to wipe them away when they'll be replaced the second after. You want to say more, hit Bucky where it hurts, but you cannot get the goddamn words to form on your lips. Opening your mouth and closing it again, shaking your head, comes before hastily walking towards your room and locking yourself inside without giving them a chance to answer.

As soon as the door is slammed shut, your hand comes up to your mouth to muffle the sobs. Sinking down to the floor as if you’re in a movie, forehead resting against your knees. The rate of your heartbeats could be considered dangerously high, but you just blurted out a whole love confession for two of your roommates in the midst of a fight. How the hell could everything turn to shit so quickly? Half an hour ago all of you were joking around in the bathroom, and now you're not sure you have the courage to face any of them again.

It's a rash, impulsive decision fueled by anger and betrayal and shame, but you rush over to your closet and pull out an overnight bag that's soon filled to the brim with enough things to last you a few days. You're crying the entire time.

When you pass the living room again, Bucky isn't there anymore. But Steve is. Barely a glance his way is spared, with hasty steps heading towards the hallway. You remind yourself of a furious toddler when you angrily put on your jacket, stick your feet into your winter boots. The bag is slung over your shoulder, hand resting on the door handle.

"Don't go. Y/n, please don't leave."

Steve stands at the other side of the hallway, a broken down expression on his pretty face.

"Bucky went out of line, but he didn't mean it, I swear. He's just too prideful to admit it," he continues. You shake your head, biting down on your bottom lip. "Please, honey. It’s Christmas Eve. It won’t be the same if you’re not here tomorrow.”

"I just need some space," you whisper, brushing away a stray tear with the sleeve of your jacket. You’re so embarrassed and hurt that you can barely look him in the eye. "I can't be in the same apartment as him right now."

Steve sighs, looking about ready to just throw you over his shoulder to get you to stay. But he won't do that. That's not Steve. So instead he glances down to the floor, shaking his head to himself.

“Did you mean it?” he asks softly. “The thing about—you said you loved us. Did you mean it?”

It takes a few seconds before you nod tentatively, sniffling and keeping your gaze on a spot past Steve. He doesn’t say anything.

Steve gathers courage enough to walk up to where you stand by the door, grabbing your cheeks with his hands, thumb running over the tear-stained skin gently. For a few moments, he just looks at you. Loud thoughts running amok in that perfect head of his.

“Nothing I say right now will do my feelings any justice, so I’m gonna save any big speeches for tomorrow. But just…stay. It’s 2 am, it’s freezing out and you’re still drunk. I don’t want you out there on the streets alone. I need you to stay, even if it’s only for your own safety. Don’t have to talk to any of us if you don’t want to.”

His words makes you nod automatically. All it took was his hands on your skin and the flicker of hope his words ignite in your chest, and you conceded within a second. No hesitation left in that exhausted body of yours. He‘s not saying outright that your feelings are requited, but it doesn’t feel like a rejection either. He doesn’t seem disgusted by your confession, by the knowledge that you’re in love with both him and his best friend.

“Good girl. Let’s just—let’s get you to bed, okay?”Steve tells you, squeezing your shoulder gently. With your confirmation in form of another silent nod, he nestles the bag out of your grip and takes off the jacket from your torso.

The bed feels so soft and warm and comforting when you lie down. Steve tucks you in. It’s achingly sweet and you don’t really deserve it after avoiding him and Bucky like that for so long, but he looks out for you nonetheless.

“Steve,” you whisper, drawing his gaze up to meet yours. “I’m sorry. For being so distant.”

He shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You were scared,” Steve answers. “Don’t worry about anything, okay? Get some sleep. You’ve had a tough night, Y/n.”

The softest of smiles grazes your lips, puppy eyes gazing up at Steve. Your wonderful, caring, perfect Steve.

“Are you alright? It must’ve been hard meeting Joshua again. And what Bucky said, it…it was far from okay.”

“I will be,” you whisper.

He nods, observes your face for a few seconds. Leans down to press a kiss to your forehead—what kind of college guy even does that? And then he leaves the room, turning the light off behind him.

You’re woken up by a red headed, crazy woman sitting on top of you over the sheets, shaking your shoulders.

“Wake up, fuckhead. You’re gonna open the presents I got you,” Natasha urges, grinning down at you as you blink your eyes open, groaning.

“Fuckhead?” you ask, a tired chuckle from your lips as Natasha climbs off the bed.

“Yes. Don’t like it, huh?” she teases. “C’mon. The guys are already waiting.”

With slow steps and a loud yawn, the slightest trace of a hangover plaguing your body, you drag yourself out into the living room. Around the ugly, little tree that Sam insisted on cutting down from the campus gardens last week (he almost got arrested by the security guards) the three boys sit. Your gaze falls to the floor, scratching the skin right above your lip nervously, once Bucky looks up at you. Can’t really read his expression, but you figure you’ll lay the fight aside for the day. It’s Christmas, after all.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” Steve says, urging you to sit down next to him right there on the carpet. You offer a soft smile, and an even softer ‘Merry Christmas’ back. You’re still unsure about yesterday. Despite there being no rejection from either of them, the uncertainty is kind of killing you. A pit of anxiety rests in your stomach, an uneasy feeling corrupting every cell as you sit down on the floor next to Steve.

Not even ten minutes later, the living room is drowning in a sea of wrapping paper. Natasha went overboard with the gift shopping this year, it seems like, but her absent father is also some kind of Russian oligarch or something so she tends to use up as much of his money as she can. You’re not complaining.

The special edition of The Hobbit, signed by the director of the movie, that you managed to get on eBay and cost you a fucking fortune is received with a whispered ‘thank you’ from Bucky. He holds it in his hands tightly, staring down at the book without a word, and you don’t know if he’s happy for it. Maybe he’s not happy with anything touched by you at this moment. He hasn’t gotten you a gift, it seems like, or maybe he threw it in the trash and burned it yesterday.

Steve got you three books that he’d heard you say you wanted months ago, and a dainty silver necklace with a bee pendant hanging from it. “You know, uh, I usually call you ‘honey’ and I thought it was a little funny, maybe. But I can exchange it if you don’t like it. It’s no problem,” he had said, even though there were tears of gratitude in your eyes. Your arms were thrown around him a second later, hugging him tightly as you thanked him profusely for the most thoughtful gift.

Now you’re leaning your back against the couch, still on the floor, watching as Sam and Natasha are tinkering with his new Nintendo Switch that he got from her (overboard with the gifts, as previously mentioned). He’s so happy it almost makes you zoned out as you watch his childlike excitement. It’s nice to see the two of them so calm and sweet with each other too. Usually bickering and getting on each other’s nerves all the time otherwise.

“Y/n, can we talk?”

Your head tilts back, looking up at Bucky standing nervously in front of you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. There’s a deep hesitation within you, a pride that wants to say no and remain in your angry state forever without confrontation. But it’s Bucky. You hate this animosity between the two of you, the tension. Despite being pissed off and hurt and afraid that he doesn’t want you, you can’t say no, so you nod and push yourself up to a stand.

Bucky closes the door to his room behind him gently, clearing his throat and looking at anything but you. A sigh comes out of his mouth, shaking his head, before he parts his lips to speak.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. What I said was disgusting and unforgivable and so fucking out of line. You didn’t deserve that at all. So out of proportion to what I was mad at you for,” Bucky says, running the palm of his calloused hand over his face.

“It was,” you answer honestly. There’s no use in denying that what Bucky said was stupidly hurtful. He nods, looking away from your gaze.

“It made me angry thinking that you ignored me, because at first I didn’t know what I had done, you know? And then I thought for a few months that me and Steve had been too overbearing and that you tried to keep your distance because you thought we were annoying or something. But that’s not the case. I should’ve known better by now than to think that you would do anything to purposely hurt us.”

You gulp, nodding, looking down to the floor. “I’m sorry too,” you whisper. “I didn’t know that you guys thought I had something against you until last night. Obviously, you…you know now that’s not the case,” you tell him, embracing yourself with your arms. “But last night, Bucky, I…you hurt me. I know you were angry, but saying those kind of things isn’t okay.”

“I know that. God, I know, Y/n. I’m so sorry. It was fucking childish of me, retorting to saying that Jo—“ Bucky shakes his head, hands coming up to tug at the roots of his hair. “And it felt stupid giving you that present in front of everyone, so now you think I didn’t get you anything, too, and—“

“You got me a present?”

“Yes. Of course I did, Y/n. But I saw how much Natasha had bought and that necklace Steve gave you and my gift felt stupid in comparison to that. Just didn’t want to give it to you in front of everyone,” he says, a little awkwardly. A little boy giving his mother a drawing he made in kindergarten, he reminds you of.

“Bucky…that doesn’t matter. I don’t care what you have gotten me. I’ll like it no matter what if it’s from you.”

He shifts in his place, contemplating something, before picking up a sweater on his bed, revealing a wrapped present hidden underneath. Bucky took the gift from the pile without anyone noticing before, throwing it into his room so no one would see.

With a tentative hand, he reaches it out to you. Doesn’t watch as you unwrap it, instead biting on his thumbnail. You reprimand him for it, and the hand returns to his side.

“Is it a book?” You run your fingers over the cover, a hardcover with nothing on it. Blank.

“It’s a photo album. Shit, it’s stupid. I don’t know,” Bucky answers, looking about ready to snatch it back, but you open the first page up before he has a chance to.

A picture of you, Natasha, Sam and Steve on the first page. It was taken last year in November. You’re all running after one of Sam’s model planes, fall leaves singling down from the sky. It’s a beautiful picture.

“4 grown idiots running after a kid’s toy - November 12th, 2022”

“It’s just pics I’ve taken with my phone, so it’s nothing artsy or anything, but…uhm.” Bucky runs his hand through his short, brown hair.

You flip the page. You’re looking out through the kitchen window, the sun shining through and casting shadows over the room and your figure curled up on the chair.

“Angel in the sun - March 25th, 2023”

A soft chuckle is drawn from your lips, resisting the urge to run your finger over the photo, but you don’t want to smudge the blank paper. On the same page there’s another picture of you with your arms around Natasha’s shoulders, nearly wrestling her to the ground with the force of your hug. You look so happy.

Bucky looks nervous as you glance up from the photo album at him. “Know it’s not much, but…yeah.”

A loud huff of hair escapes Bucky as you throw your arms around him. It takes a second or two for him to hug you back, but he soon has his chin resting on top of your head, arms around your waist.

“I love it,” you whisper, holding onto him tightly enough to constrict his breathing.

“You do? I can take it back if you don’t like it.”

Your grip around him releases, arms coming down to your sides so you can take a step back and look him in the eyes. “This is everything, Bucky,” you say softly, feeling a lump in your throat that can turn into tears any second. “The fact that you took the time to make this for me is just…it’s the most thoughtful thing ever. And these pictures are so beautiful, Bucky, and just the thought of you sitting down and glueing them onto the page and writing captions and—“

His lips against yours. Oh god. Oh my god, Bucky has his lips pressed against yours. Gentle hands hold your jaw, his head leaning down to compensate for the height difference, and Bucky Barnes is kissing you with urgency and desperation.

The shock is enough to make you unable to return the kiss. He seems to take your surprise as rejection despite the fact that you literally yelled ‘I love you’ in his face last night. Bucky steps away and takes his hands off your skin, running his hand over his mouth, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, don’t know what the hell came over me, I—“

On your tiptoes, fingers grabbing his sweatshirt to pull him closer, and you nearly smash your lips against his to shut up any of that doubt he carries. It’s not a graceful or very romantic kiss, but by the sound akin to a very mild growl that comes from Bucky and his hands sliding down to your waist to pull you closer, you guess he likes it anyway.

It doesn’t last more than 20 seconds. A harsh knock on the door to Bucky’s room interrupts it, forcing you part from his lips and get down from your tiptoes again.

“What the hell are you doing in there? C’mon! I’ve made goddamn Christmas brunch!” Sam yells, drawing a soft chuckle from your lips as your forehead meets Bucky’s chest.

With a soft smile, nothing said, you back away from Bucky. Slipping out of his room and leaving him there all flustered and semi-hard from a 20 second make-out session. The first ever between you, though. He thinks it’s pretty understandable.

As Bucky follows you into the kitchen, sitting down at the table by Steve, he leans towards his best friend and whispers into his ear low enough to make anyone else unable to hear.

“I kissed her, Stevie,” Bucky says with a shit eating grin on his face. “I finally fucking kissed her.”

The blond man turns his head enough to look over at Bucky, the red flush of his cheeks and ears enough to tell anyone what’s been said.

“Are you serious?” Steve asks.

“I kissed her and she kissed me back, I swear. I gave her that photo album I’ve worked on for weeks. She said she loved it, Steve.”

“I guess it’s my turn then, isn’t it?” Steve answers, a shy smile on his lips as the two of them watch you sit down opposite of them at the table, glancing through the window out at the heavy snowfall. Natasha puts a newly toasted bagel on your plate.

“Go get our girl, Stevie.”

#stark u #marvel fanfiction #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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bakugosatoru · 4 months

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MHA Boys Christmas Imagines.

Requests Open! Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia Authors note: Happy holiday season everyone! Sorry I've been a little missing in action but I have been spending holidays back home with my family but you know I couldn't stay away from our boys. I celebrate Christmas so that's what these imagines will be but if anyone wants other holiday ones just let me know! Have a wonderful holidays everyone. (P.S. This was written on my phone so please excuse any weird formatting)

Izuku

- You wake up to Izuku having cooked a gorgeous pancake breakfast for you. - "Good morning honey, Merry Christmas!" - If you were the type to wear matching hoodies or sweaters Izuku would be MORE than happy to indulge you. Matching Christmas sweaters or pajamas, you name it. -You'd have a mostly slow morning, cuddle on the couch and enjoy one another's company until about mid-day when you'd head to Inko's (Izukus mums) home for a late Christmas lunch/dinner -He's happy to spend any other day with your family or just the two of you, but Izuku insists on spending Christmas day with his mum. - She creates a gorgeous roast dinner for the 3 of you, it's incredible and you all happily sit around the table chatting and eating, Izuku holding your hand under the table the minute you finish eating. - Izuku is a very good gift giver. He usually gets you two or three lovely expensive gifts. He's the type to know exactly what you want even if you didn't. He's the kind to remember something you mentioned months before and get it for you for a suprise. - Inko is the type for hand made gifts, she knitted you and Izuku a matching set of gloves because she's worried about you both getting cold. - You spend the evening at Inko's home, happily dozing off on the couch watching an All Might Christmas special in Izukus arms. - "You make my life so much better my love, can't wait to spend the next year by your side"

Katsuki

- As much of he won't admit it, he loves having a big Christmas with both your family's together. - You usually travel up to stay with Mitsuki and Masaru a few days before Christmas. Katsuki puts in under the guise of 'helping the old geezers get the house presentable' but you know that deep down he loves spending time with his Mum and Dad. - You spend time with Katsuki, cooking and decorating, and as much as he feigns complaints, he happily joins you for any holiday activity you want to do. - "Eh? Gingerbread houses? .... Fine nerd but don't take all the icing you hear?" -When Christmas day finally comes, the house comes alive with laughter and chatter of your families, but Katsuki doesn't leave your side. -He is either holding your hand or standing behind you with his hands rested on your waist or wrapped around you - He also always keeps an eye on you to make sure you don't get overwhelmed by all the people, and if you do he'll take you into a quiet room to recharge for a little bit. -"You alright baby? Need a minute? Nah it's fine, the extras can wait, here come sit down." - When it comes to gifts, Katsuki goes absolutely over the top for you. Get ready for 8 to 9 boxes, all for you. - When the house finally quiets down, you and Katsuki help tidy up and head back to the bedroom your staying in. - "Hey, I know I'm not always the easiest to deal with sometimes.... but I love you, I love having Christmas with you, and I wanna spend all of next year with you too. I love you nerd"

Shoto

- Shoto really isn't a massive fan of big family gatherings... for obvious reasons. - His dream Christmas is just with you and maybe some friends. - You really want to make this Christmas special for him so you decorate the house while he's on patrol a few days before. - On Christmas morning you make lovely french toast for him and hot cocoa. - "This looks amazing angel. Thank you" - He helps you set the table and do some cooking for the friends Christmas lunch your having. -Izuku, Katsuki, Eijiro and Denki rock up around mid-day with gifts and side-dishes. - You have a lovely Christmas lunch with all your friends and it seems Shoto was able to get into the Christmas spirit a little. - After your friends leave that evening, Shoto drags you onto the couch and turns on a sappy Christmas movie before grabbing a few small presents. - "I'm not the best with holiday stuff... but I hope you like these" - You adore them, they are heartfelt jewellery pieces and other lovely small gifts. - You fall asleep curled up in Shotos arms, his fingers carding through your hair. - "I've never been a massive fan of the holidays... but with you, I'm starting to get why people love it. I love you and I want to spend every day of my life with you."

#mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #mha fluff #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #NinesWritings

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sanjisboyfie · 6 months

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halloween with the strawhats !

little headcanons i have for halloween !! ! ! ( a a couple days after )

male reader, platonic pairings, straw hats are just a cute lil friendgrouip + don't ask me why zoro and luffys are so short, i don't know why either. i think they just got longer the more down the list you go sooorrryyyyy

also more so modern???au

— luffy definitely wants to do a group costume, something silly and fun. he tries his hardest in convincing everyone to get on board with the idea, but it seems like usopp and chopper are the only ones hearing him out </3 luffy would try hitting you with the puppy dog eyes, but you were already committed to your costume for a while so you had to reject the poor boy.

"b-but, [name]!!!" it was obvious the man was putting on his best whiny voice, elongating every syllable in your name just to sway you. he was also rocking the both of you back and forth in a hug to woo you over in joining his group costume. "it won't be the same without you dressed up with us!"

"luffy, i already decided my costume much earlier in the year, i'm sorry," you said, petting down his raven hair with an apologetic look on your face. but your words only sullened his mood further and made the pout on his face turn into an outright frown.

"but, [name]!!!" luffy began shaking you even more roughly, turning you into a bobble head figure basically. you couldn't do anything to break out of his strong grip and just had to take his torment with a smile.

"i'm sorry luffy," you said softly, runnng a hand up and down his arm to comfort him.

"i don't forgive you!" luffy childishly whined, releasing you from his hold and walking off to a different aisle in the halloween costume store. "whatever, you're the one missing out!"

"i believe you, luffy," you called out, laughing when you heard him grumble under his breath and stomp in annoyance.

— zoro definitely has a lazy ass costume, mainly because he thinks the holiday is a silly thing for children (usopp, luffy, and chopper all lectured him on how it wasn't like that at all). i'm thinking he jsut wrapped himself in toilet paper and said he was a mummy, also using his costume as an excuse to just speaks in grunts and groans to everyone else.

"zoro, could you pour me some more punch!" you had politely asked him as he was closest to the juice bowl. he simply shook his head with his arms crossed over his wrapped chest, giving you a firm, "arrhhggh,"

"zoro, what?"

"uurghghruuhg"

"okay, fuck you too,"

— nami is invested in making some money off of the holiday!! she's committed to it. she has a really pretty costume planned out and forces everyone to participate in a costume contest with a submission fee of 50 bucks, even though it was just your friend group participating. either way, she decides that the winner of the contest gets all the profit. so she wins - obviously in a non-rigged way - and cheers in victory. but even with all of her focus being on getting some cash out of the holiday, she does compliment your costume and slide you a couple bills.

"hm, i was scared you were gonna beat me, y'know?" she mused, looking at you with a mischeviously look on her face, "because i really like your costume, [name]! you look great!"

you grinned at the compliment, "thanks, you do too! and that's why you won, you have the best costume. plus, sanji would have never let me won that prize since he knows how badly you wanted the reward,"

she playfully rolled her eyes at the mention of the blonde, "yeah, well, sanji doesn't have to know about this then," she said, pulling some bills out from her pocket and putting it into your own. "next year don't expect this treatment though! i was feeling generous just now,"

you smirked, taking the cash from her happily and watching as she joined robin's side.

— usopp is the life of the celebration. he is the best story teller of horror stories, even if he himself gets scared of his own made up tales. he brings everyone into the center, under a huge blanket fort and tells the scariest story known to man. but when he reaches the climax, luffy suddenly pops his head into the enclosed space, loudly asking if anyone else wanted food, and completely threw usopp off of his game. the poor man let out a loud girlish scream and jumped into your lap to hide from luffy's grinning face.

"and then when the killer," usopp took a deep breath, looking at everyone's face individually, "finally came knocking on poor little billy's door, he was greeted by the sight of-"

"oh!! i'm getting more food from the kitchen, do you guys want anything?!" luffy had got up for a bathroom break earlier and completely ruined usopp's horror story. his make-up drenched face pushed the blankets aside and completely surprised everyone in the fort. especially usopp.

usopp jumped off of his sitting position and into your lap, hiding his face in your neck for some comfort. he was practically crying and whimpering from fear, eyes screwed shut as he refused to look at the demon (luffy) that was there to terrorize him and his friends (ask if they wanted more food).

"begone, demon!! begone!!" usopp pathetically cried out, also not even looking up at the supposed demon to condemn them.

"usopp, it's just luffy-"

"demon! demonic activity! demon!!!"

— chopper really enjoys the nature of halloween despite being scared very easily. while the place is in an uproar of just ultimate chaos, he's very kindly giving out candy to whoever comes by. unfortunately, not everyone that comes around is dressed in peaceful, cute costumes.

just as you were pouring another drink for zoro. there was a loud, girlish scream that was coming from the front door. the green haired man took the drink for himself, grunting at you. you could only guess what he meant by that.

but you didn't dwell on it further, moving to see what was at the front door. and lo and behold, there was chopper stiffly standing in front of someone in a freddy krueger costume.

"ah, sorry, he scares easily," you explained quickly, resting a hand on chopper shoulder and asking if he was alright. seeing that his shaking eyes were still trained on the figure, you decided to take the candy bowl from his hands and protectively stand in front of him.

even though this guy definitely didn't pose any harm to chopper, it would make the scared guy feel better (probably) to have a physical barrier between the two.

"here, have a good halloween," you said with a smile, making the freddy krueger nod in appreciation and then walk off of the porch. when they were gone, you closed and locked the door behind them and turned to chopper with a grin.

"c'mon man, they were just in costume," you teased, relieved to see chopper was out of his fearful state and instead blushing in embarassment.

"freddy was a scary guy!!" he argued, but it only made you pinch his cheeks in a harmless way.

"right, right, well you were very brave just now chopper,"

"of course i was!!!"

— sanji is dressed up as a prince and goes around proclaiming his loyalty to robin and nami the whole night. he becomes more playful, though, so he doesn't really give you guys (literally, the guys) a hard time. if anything, he joins in the shenagians and lets loose a little bit. one of the rare times you get to see sanji being a mischevious little shit.

"bleh! who put salt in the cupcakes instead of sugar?!"

cue sanji giggling behind his hand and shooting you a knowing look. you laugh with him, fist bumping him under the table while he watched luffy run around and wash his mouth under the kitchen sink.

"why is the frosting sour cream?! sanji, i'm gonna beat your ass up!!"

zoro chases after sanji, those being the first coherent words he says the entire night, mind you. and now they're both running in circles around you. sanji is laughing his ass off while zoro is spitting out globs of sour cream at him.

"sanji!!! why did you pout bittermelon in the stew this tastes like ass!"

"oh! i'm sorry, [name], that was supposed to be for franky," sanji apologized, going through the cabinets and finding some stew he put in the tupperware. it was still hot, you could tell from the bottom of the container.

"why are you so mean to them today?"

"i can just get away with it by sying it's a ghost," sanji shrugged, half-assedly answering your question. "besides, don't you think it's funny?"

"it is, but sooo heartless," you laughed, making the blonde nod his head in acknowledgement.

just as he was about to say something else, there was another shriek coming from the living area, "sanji!!! this isn't strawberry glaze, this is hot sauce!!!"

"why are you yelling for me, it was the ghost!!" sanji shouted back, making the both of you collapse on each other in laughter.

— robin enjoys how everything is so lively during halloween. she loves the spookiness, the decorations, the horror movies!!!, she just loves everything about the holiday. it's a genuinely fun time of the year for her so she just loves to take it easy with you guys.

robin was slumped against the sofa, chuckling at the way chopper and usopp shrieked at the character on the screen killing another person. it was a classic slasher film she suggested and no one had a problem with it, except for usopp and chopper being scared straight through their teeth.

meanwhile, you and robin were enjoying the movie with grins on your faces. you'd sometimes feed her popcorn, her doing the same for you, and then you'd both laugh quietly whenever usopp and chopper started getting really spooked.

after the movie, you and robin reconvened in the kitchen to get more refreshments. you were talking about the movie, chatting in good nature.

"i don't know, i still think stu macher is the best ghostface," you said with a smile, "billy is the one people always talk about, but stu is my favorite,"

"well, maybe the best ghostface, but i don't know about best slasher," she said in amusement, "i like jason,"

you grimaced, "really? his mask is so creepy,"

"that's why, his character is cool," robin shrugged, taking a cherry from the platter of eating it with a hum, "also, the movie was good, i liked it,"

you grinned, ruffling her hair as she shot you a mischevious grin. her affinity towards slasher, or any horror, movie was known amongst the friendgroup. she enjoyed the rush scary movies gave watchers.

"remind me to never cross you, who knows what you might do," you joked, making her scoff and lightly jab her finger into your side. she allowed you to rest your arm around her shoulder, the both of you walking back to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn and tray of drinks.

— franky is a big decorations guy. he makes everything so festive!! plus he goes all out. don't ask him why he decided to put a fake skeleton in the shower, he'll just respond that it was his creative vision and it was a good one too. you appreciate his dedication to the holiday, although you do wish you could just walk around the house without fearing for your life at hyper realistic decorations all around.

when you first arrived to the party, you told franky you were going to drop something off in the bedroom of brook. it was some prop he was asking for his performance coming up.

you were supposed to just drop it off in his bedroom. but why was it that after you turned around from brook's bedside table, there was a figure in a scary mask standing behind the door and staring right at you. you were about to scream before the figure suddenly fell ont he ground, showing that it was just a paper cut out.

"franky!! what the fuck!!" you shouted in frustration, stomping out of the room and going to give the man a piece of your mind.

but as you were walking out of the room, and into the hallway, a figure jumped out of one of the many open doors and scared the shit out of you. this time your fist shot out and nailed the masked figure in the face, making them fold over and hold their nose.

"c'mon [name]!! what the hell!!"

"no, franky, what the hell at yourself!!" you screeched, seeing the familiar face after he took off his mask. you fretted over his face, apologizing over and over again at him. "i'm so sorry, but - seriously what was that thing in brook's room!?"

"it's called a halloween decoration, asshole!" franky cursed, holding onto his nose.

"yeah, and i thought that someone was there to kill me! why'd you put shit in his room anyway?"

"to scare you, obviously!" franky said, allowing you to examine his face and wincing when you saw the damage that was done. "sorry for scaring you,"

you softened at his apology, lightly tugging on a strand of his hair and murmuring an "i'm sorry, too." he grinned at your apology, smiling ear to ear as he assured you he'd be fine.

"they were scary, i'll tell you that," you said, standing the both of you up and guiding him to the sink. but he shook his head, nursing his nose with his hand.

"you know how many time i've broken my nose, this is just a scratch. didn't even make my nose bleed," franky assured you, laughing as you realized that what he was saying was true. how many times franky has broken his nose when he'd been working was uncountable.

"yeah, let's just forget it happened then," you said, making franky hum in approval.

"oh! but don't tell zoro about that thing up there, i plan on scaring him too,"

you laughed, nodding your head and deciding that it would be funny to hear zoro scream out in fear.

— brook is another person that like robin, enjoys anything horror related. he hides around corners or in closests and waits to make someone his victim. and if it isn't anyone in your friend group, he will go around terrorizing the trick or treaters.

"boo!!!"

"ahhh!!!"

there was a scream that followed brook's and then a parent could be heard yelling at him. the rest of the strawhats all ran to the window to see what was happening and everyone winced when they saw a parent was easily chewing out brook for hiding in the bushes and scaring their poor child.

you sighed, running a hand through your hair and walking over to the front door to collect brook since everyone else was too busy laughing their asses off at his predicament.

"ma'am, i'm sorry for his behavior," you started, walking up to brook and taking ahold of him by his elbow, "i'll just bring him inside,"

"no! i'm not done yelling at him yet!"

"have a lovely night, ma'am," you said, turning away from her and taking brook inside to scold him yourself. you looked over your shoulder and saw the woman was disgruntled, but instead focused on comforting her scared to death child.

"what is up with you?! that was a kid who wasn't even 10 years old!"

"but-but!!" brook's laughter echoed in the home, making everyone else join in, "his face was so funny!!!"

you bit your lip, trying to keep a level head and be responsible instead of just joining in on the laughter. but when brook was beginning to mimic the kid's expression, you broke out laughing along with eveyone else.

"and his mom was so mad! and began scolding me like i was her own kid too!!"

"just quit scaring the shit out of kids!" you shouted, slapping him on the backside of his head - but your words didn't really get your point across because you were laughing as much as he was.

— jinbe doesn't really understand the hype of halloween, but he can see how enjoyable it is for everyone else. he doesn't rain down on anyone's parade, bearing through the scares that brook and franky get up to, while also being a reliable figure for usopp and chopper during the horror movie. let's just say by the end of the night, you and jinbe are all tired out as you were being the "baby sitters" of everyone for the whole day.

on the night of halloween, it was basically a big party and sleepover for everyone in the friend group. you and jinbe were working overtime basically to make sure everyone was alright. luffy could possibly be eating suspicious candy, but thank god jinbe knocked it out of his hand before then. you were on duty to be comforting usopp and chopper whenever a shadow passed over the window - even though it was just a tree branch swaying in the wind.

finally, the night was over (it was the early hours in the morning by the time everyone was tired) and you and jinbe were tiredly spread acorss the couch. the group had set up a fort on the floor with the couches surrounding them. they were all sleeping on the mats and blankets they set out for themselves, cuddling to their hearts' content.

jinbe sighed in content of finally being able to rest, putting on a calming nature show on the tv instead of the horror movies that we were all binging.

you laughed at his obvious exasperation and he just waved his hand to you dismissively, showing that he didn't care about showing just how tired he was.

"i can't believe sanji made the glaze tabasco sauce," jinbe said under his breath, making another rouse of laughter come from your mouth.

"did you hear zoro finally say anything besides belrrhh and uurgghh," you said, exaggerating the sounds zoro was making. jinbe covered his mouth to stop his laughter from waking everyone else up. "i mean, seriously if he wanted to just not talk to us, he could've just stayed home,"

jinbe smacked the couch cushion as a means of hiding his laughter, turning to you with tears in his eyes, "you know he enjoys arguing with you and sanji more than he'd admit, there's no way he would have missed out on this,"

you both broke out into loud laughter, making zoro turn over and throw a pillow at you in his sleep ridden state. he sleepily told you to shut up, making jinbe point a finger at his sleepy state.

"see! like i said, in his sleep he can't help it!!!!"

the strawhats are just the cutest ugh. happy halloween everyone 😻☝️school is my biggest opp rn so i ltr have noooo chances to write or upload but hipefully this weekend i can ‼️‼️‼️

tags - platonic

#one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece fanfifction #one piece x male reader #luffy x male reader #zoro x male reader #nami x male reader #sanji x male reader #usopp x male reader #chopper x male reader #jinbe x male reader #robin x male reader #brook x male reader #franky x male reader #cuties celebrating halloween because i love hallowee #halloween is my favorite time of the year #FUCK CHRISTMAS FR #thts a joke but i just love halloween a lot #also i think stu macher is so much hotter than billy loomis because also matthew lilard is SOOOOOOOOO

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If I don't get this done by today then this will be posted late and I'm sorry 😭 suddenly got the idea to write a cute Miguel drabble

Kiss me, I'm Irish

Miguel O'Hara x gn! reader

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Summary: It's St. Patrick's Day, and you know the classic phrase "Kiss me, I'm Irish!" since it's on like every shirt or mug or whatever you see in stores around that holiday. But since you know Miguel is both Mexican and Irish, you thought it would be the perfect chance to take this phrase quite literal.

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, otherwise none, it's just pure fluff!! Guess the only warning is slight mention of drinking and that this will probably be short? Idk we shall see once this is posted.

Today's the 17th of March, also known as St. Patrick's Day. You kind of feel like most people use this holiday as an excuse to go out and get drunk at bars, pinch people for not wearing green, and see those cheesy "kiss me, I'm Irish" shirts. But then you remembered something. Your boyfriend, Miguel is part Irish. Suddenly you got an idea.

You see Miguel laying on the couch, fiddling around on his phone. While this isn't really a holiday you two exactly celebrate, you still want to go through with this little plan of yours.

"Hey, Miggy." You call to him so he gets your attention. He looks over towards you from where you're standing.

"Yes?" He replies while he takes his earbuds out. You can hear the faint music coming from the earbuds, but not enough to know what he's listening to.

You walk over to Miguel, kneeling down in front of him to where he's laying, and you kiss him on his lips. His soft, plush lips against your own makes you feel like you're in heaven every time you two kiss. And you'll never get tired of it.

Miguel, quite surprised, returns the action. His hand reaches out to caress your cheek, with his thumb rubbing against your skin.

You pull away to look at the man before you, admiring every single detail of his appearance. Even when he's just laying on the couch in a T-shirt and pajama pants.

"Did you just try to get my attention just for a little kiss? Hm?" Miguel asks, chuckling as he continues to brush his thumb across your cheek.

"Just know I'm not done yet." You tease, going in for a kiss on his right cheek. Then another on his left. Then on his forehead, then his nose.

Miguel softly laughs, putting down his phone and pulling you in with his strong, muscular arms to embrace you as you attack him with kisses.

"Ah, cariño! What's with all these kisses?" He sighs, smiling as you give him one last kiss, on his jawline.

"Well, do you know what day it is?" You ask, hoping he knows.

Miguel tries to think, only thing that comes to mind is today's date. "Uhh, March Seventeeth? Sunday?"

You shake your head. "Well duh! But I guess I'll just tell you. It's St. Patrick's Day, and do you know what I get to do today?"

He furrows an eyebrow, tilting his head in curiosity. "As far as I'm concerned, not really. Tell me."

You lean in closer to his face, stroking his hair as you look into his eyes.

"It means I get to kiss someone who's Irish. And you know I got to follow tradition." You chuckle, giving him a peck on the lips.

Miguel playfully rolls his eyes as he smiles again. "Oh, you're so silly. Why don't you come up here and cuddle on the couch with me instead of sitting on the floor, hm?" He suggests.

This was quite the offer you couldn't refuse after all. You get up off the floor as Miguel watches you crawl over to the couch and you lay on top of him. He pulls you in closer with his arms as you lay your head on his chest. Hearing his gentle heartbeat.

"Now isn't this better?" He says softly, almost in a whisper. You nod your head, not saying anything back.

"Good. Now, how about you give me more of those kisses? Since you want to follow tradition and all."

You lift your head up and lean in towards Miguel. "I'd thought you never ask..."

Reblogs and replies are always much appreciated 💗

#miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you

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Merry Christmas~ Love, Mine

TW: Yani's entire character honestly, Health hazards due to beauty standards, Hoshi says some outta pocket stuff to Jun about starving. Let me know if I've missed anything

You had made a mistake honestly. You should've known that this was going to be chaotic, a mess, and maybe even damper your own Christmas.

You wanted to hang out with everyone though. Was it really too much to ask for? Just a calm, relaxing, fun Christmas with your friends. No! At least you didn't think so. The world had other plans for you though.

About a week ago you went into work, it was the same as usual. While you were taking care of customers orders you couldn't help but think about Christmas and how close it was. Every year Haruto, Aki, Kage, Jun, and you all throw a little Christmas party, a nice gathering to hang out with friends, and family on their end. It's always been fun, even if it gets a bit hectic at times. You've been a little swamped with work though, it's the holidays and people are going to treat themselves to the good ol' Kikuchi restaurant, anyways you haven't had a lot of time to set up things at your place. You'd do that later tonight.

If you weren't exhausted by the end of your shift.

Which you usually are...

"What are you spacing out for, dumbass." A gentle smack to the back of your head snaps you out of your thoughts. Of course, you recognize that voice anywhere from about a years worth of suffering this dude placed upon you. Kikuchi Hoshi. He's mellowed out some around you, you could even classify as friends! Well...that's mainly going off of how they treated you before. It still doesn't look like you two are friends from an outside perspective.

"Sorry! I was thinking about Christmas. I'm throwing the annual Christmas party this year and haven't had time to decorate at all." You explained before quickly getting back to work. You mind barely went back to the Christmas party for the rest of the shift. However, you felt Hoshi's eyes on you the entire rest of the shift.

Your shift was FINALLY over and you were getting ready to close up and head home. Yeah, you'd set up for Christmas tomorrow. "Bye you three." You waved goodbye to the Kikuchi family before turning around and walking.

"Uhm, wait! Excuse me, Y/n?" You turned around to face Mr. Kikuchi. "I heard you were throwing a Christmas party? Would you please allow Habiki and Hoshi to celebrate with you?" He put his large hands on his son's shoulders in a very fatherly way and gave you a smile. "They've always celebrated with me and I would like them to go have fun and celebrate with some friends, or friend, as you are their only friend." Your eyes widened at the request. You gave an awkward smile as you looked between the two. Their body language saying 'I don't want to go and I'd only be going cause my father made me.' but with the way their eyes kept glancing at you with expectancy, their face even faltering when you take longer then you should to respond. That tells you they wanted to go but didn't know how to ask.

"Yeah, they can come. We'd be more then happy to have them." You can't find it in your heart to deny such a request. you feel bad about making such a decision without confronting the rest of the group about it first, but that guilt doesn't last long. Seeing Mr. Kikuchi smile at me before whispering something in his sons ears, seeing Hoshi eyes light up with excitement, seeing a small smile form on Habiki's face, all of that makes you feel good about your impulsiveness. You wave and continue walking home.

When you get home you feel rejuvenated from the pleasant interaction with your boss and his sons. You have enough energy and motivation to set up for Christmas now!

...

You didn't sleep at all, but that's okay! You'll just drink 10 cups of coffee today, it'll be okay! You take a quick shower before work and head out, early, cause you need to get two for the morning. You head over to the coffee shop near your work place and ask for two coffee's. As you go to pay a hand stops you before handing the cashier their cash instead. You look up and see Kei smiling down at you.

"Kei?"

"Good morning, Y/n. You didn't sleep last night?" His eyes examine your face, mainly your dark eyebags. His brows furrowed in worry as he gently cupped your cheek. "You really should take better care of yourself, Y/n. I could take care of you if you want."

"What? I couldn't hear that last part."

"Don't worry about it, I was mainly speaking to myself." He smiled down at you before pointing to his seat. "Can you take a seat and save mine please? Rest, I'll get your drink." He let go of you and you did as asked, relaxing and saving his seat.

In no time he brought back your coffee's and sat them down in front of you, before sitting down himself. "Thank you, Kei." you smiled before taking a much needed drink of the coffee.

"Of course, anytime." He smiled at you before his smile faded. He interlocked his fingers and rested his chin on them. "Why did you stay up so late?"

"Oh! I had to set up for a Christmas party. I got some energy and motivation last night, so I decided to just do it." Kei let out a hum in response as he watched you drink more of my coffee. Good, he can watch you thoroughly enjoy his gift! Gift...Kei... "Hey, you wanna come to the party?" You smiled at him, happily enjoying his startled reaction.

"That sounds...lovely. Thank you, Y/n."

"Of course, anytime." You chuckled as you quoted him before standing up. "I gotta head to work now. Thanks for the coffee once again!" He nodded and waved bye to you, watching you head across the street and to your own work.

You walk into work and head to the staff room to put on your work cap and apron before heading about your daily work activities. 'Maybe I should invite everyone? I already bought their gifts last month. If I invite them all then I don't need to make extra trips to give them their gifts, we can just exchange them at the party.' Hours pass and work goes by as usual, except the coffee is wearing off and the customers voices are sounding more slurred to you.

"Y/n!" You almost don't hear it, you're too sleepy, but you do thankfully and turn towards your good friend, Minato.

"Good night, Minato..." You give him a sleepy smile. His brows immediately furrow in worry, not that you see it. He places a large hand on your forehead before pulling it away.

"Did you sleep well?" Minato crosses his arms as he stares down at you.

"I didn't sleep at all."

"You really need to take better care of yourself!" Getting scolded by someone as kind as Minato actually makes you feel bad for a minute but then you see a smile form on his face as he shakes his head. "Did something happen? You could always call me if you need me."

"I was decorating for a Christmas party. You can come too Minato, I'm sure everyone would be pleased to have you." You smile again, your excitement for a Christmas party with all of my friends sounding lovely. (Must've forgotten who they are😞)

"Am I really allowed?" You smile more seeing his excitement grow as well.

"I don't see why or how it would be a problem. Do you want to come? If you need time to think about it that's okay, just let me know before Christmas." He looked so excited, like he would accept in a heartbeat, but then he faltered, clearly thinking about it. It makes sense, he's probably always spent Christmas with his grandparents and he wouldn't want them to be lonely or have something happen to them while he wasn't there. "Think about it Minato and get back to me, it's okay." You place a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks. Sorry I would love to come but my grandparents..."

"I know. It's okay, take all the time you need. If you can't make it this year that's okay. I'll find a time to drop by and give you my gift." His face flushed and he nodded shyly as a thank you.

"You need coffee?"

"10 of them" You laugh, letting him know you were clearly joking. He'd probably pass out from nervousness if he knew you were being serious. He nods and then leaves, letting you head back to work just in time as more customers roll in. You feel more energized just from having that conversation. Could still use that coffee though.

Minato comes back and hands you a large coffee. "Here you go." you take the coffee with a thank you before starting to drink. "Make sure you get sleep tonight and don't drink too much coffee. If you need help waking up in the morning I have ways that can help."

"Thanks Minato." He nods before waving bye to you and leaving. Thanks to the coffee You're more awake for the rest of your shift.

You sigh and put your apron and hat back in your locker. "What do you want?" Hoshi asks rudely while Habiki stares you down. You tense up, remembering how they used to treat you.

"Uhm what? I didn't say anything."

"What? NO! For Christmas!" Hoshi rubs his temples as he glares at you.

"Oh I don't need anything, thank you though." You'd feel bad asking for anything when you don't really know how close you two are. Still, you're surprised that they even thought about getting you anything. The first year all Hoshi gave you was a cruel prank.

"I didn't ask if you NEEDED anything, I asked what you WANTED." You tensed again. He's stubborn and absolutely would not let this go until you gave him an answer.

"I think their brain is fried. They drank three coffee's today."

"Seriously! Did you not sleep well?" Despite his earlier angry tone, he relaxed a little, his eyes and voice hold hints of worry.

"I was so excited for the Christmas party after inviting you two that I got energy to decorate, but I ended up not sleeping." You sheepishly admit, playing with your hair.

"So you're saying this is out fault?" Habiki was teasing, though you couldn't tell

"NO! I just got excited. I'm looking forward to spending Christmas with my friends." You yawned before continuing with a smile. "Its been the same four people for most of my life and now we'll have new people. I think that's nice."

"Whatever, just text me what you want when you think of it."

"Night, Y/n."

"Good night Hoshi and Habiki, see you tomorrow." You wave bye to them as they head out. Finally, the day was over. You'd head home and sleep almost instantly.

You open your front door and beeline to your bedroom. Despite feeling like the urge to just plop down on your bed and sleep would be strong, you still had stuff you need to do. You open you door and see Yani sitting on your bed and staring at you intensely before smiling at you. "Hiya Y/n!"

"Yani?! Uhm hi? What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" You ask looking around panicked. "Actually, I don't wanna know. Anyways I'm gonna grab my pajamas and get changed, brush my teeth and go to sleep so..."

"Sooooooo~" Yani looks at you expectantly and you shoot him a confused look. They pout and plop down on your bed dramatically. "You invited everyone else...invite me too please~!"

"Oh! Yani of course you can come...just don't fight with anyone. Promise me."

"I'd never fight with anyone my love~" Yani chuckles before quickly stopping, seeing your unimpressed expression. "...I promise..." It sighs before sitting up and launching itself off your bed, standing up and hugging you. "Carry on with your night, I'll be seeing you~" They press a quick kiss to your cheek before opening up the window and jumping out, waving bye to you. You blink in confusion. You've known Yani for a while and feel like you REALLY should be used to their weird, reckless behavior. Strangest human you've met most definitely. Honestly, they don't even really seem human, but that's a pretty rude thing to think.

You continue about you night as planned getting some well deserved sleep.

And then the week continues, leading all the way up to Christmas.

You may have forgotten to inform the original group of your new guests...

So here you are inside of your place with all your friends, Jun and Haruto looking at the others with caution, Kage more awkward then usual, and Minato and Aki being the only two that are getting along great.

Yeah, maybe not the best Idea to invite others impulsively. Maybe it would've been better if I had actually remembered to contact the original group and let them know. I messed up.

"Kei, it's...amazing...to see you again after all this time." Haruto says with a forced smile. At least he's being civil this time around, he didn't hide his hatred for Kei back in High School.

"The feelings are mutual." Kei sounds as uncaring as usual. It would be humorous if only it wasn't so awkward.

Jun and Kage are talking amongst themselves, which is understandable since they're the same age and had classes together. Jun probably would talk to Aki instead but she's absorbed in her conversation with Minato. Makes sense, they're the easiest people to get along with as they're both sociable and kind. Hoshi and Habiki are talking to each other since they don't really know anyone else, you're pretty sure they're also aware that others know they used to pick on you often too. Yani is...watching you with a lovesick expression.

"Y/n, can we talk? Privately." Haruto looks your way with an unreadable expression, all you can tell is that he's NOT pleased with this. I stand up nervously and follow Haruto to my bedroom. "Why are they here?? Like seriously, Kei, of ALL people! And what about those twins?? Don't they torment you? And that pink haired person, all they've done this entire time is stare at you. Are you in danger? Did these people threaten you?" Haruto's questions and judgements spilled from his mouth.

"I meant to inform you guys but ended up forgetting. I'm sorry. I was spacing out at work one day and Hoshi asked what I was spacing out for, so I told him I was spacing out thinking about the Christmas party. I guess he told Habiki and his dad about it and they wanted to come. Their dad asked for them, and they looked happy when I accepted." I smile recalling the moment, but then remembered that I had made things uncomfortable. "Minato's-"

"Minato's fine. He can come to Christmas parties if he wants I guess."

"Kei and Yani really aren't that bad." You couldn't help but think 'they're worse then bad' to yourself but refrained from saying anything. Truth be told they still had their good moments more then their bad ones, their bad was just really bad. Okay that mainly just applies to Kei. Yani is...how would one describe Yani? How did you become friends with these people again, normal people wouldn't allow them to come even remotely close to them after what they pulled.

"I just...don't trust those two, especially Kei."

"I understand. I'm sorry it won't happen again. Christmas is our time and I kinda broke the tradition didn't I?" Haruto chuckled slightly before nodding.

"Yeah. Let's go exchange presents and then celebrate Jun's birthday." Haruto walked out of you room and back into the living room with his presents, you sat next to him of course.

"Let's start exchanging gifts!" You said cheerfully, trying to ease the awkward tension. Haruto goes to slide you your gift, but Hoshi haphazardly throws his gift at you. Jun pouts.

"I should've been the first one to exchange presents. Especially with Y/n."

"Well then maybe you should've been faster." Hoshi remarks, a slight smirk on his face. Well, this can't be good. "Why should you be the first to exchange gifts anyways. Are you that special? Crazy, since I've never heard of you."

"Hoshi-"

"I usually exchange gifts first since it's also my birthday."

"Oh. Congratulations on being one year closer to death. Did you know people have a higher change of dying on their birthday then they do any other day? Maybe your time is coming faster then expected, you were so slow like an old, deteriorating person."

"I'M YOUNGER THEN YOU?!"

"I couldn't tell with how slow you were. Seriously, if your so good and special then be faster."

"Who are YOU? Seriously, it's tradition that I choose who to exchange presents with first. You can't just waltz in here like you own the place and ruin this for us."

"You ruined it yourself with how slow you are. Must have lower energy then most people because you look like you hardy eat. What? Too focused on beauty standards. Who gives a shit anyways, we all end up looking the same eventually. See you 6 feet under when we're just skeletons, tell me if you care about beauty then."

"Hoshi!"

"Excuse me? Seriously, who the fuck are you? Coming in here and insulting my sister like that! You don't know anything about her and what she's been through so keep your mouth shut." Oh great, now Aki is mad and joining in.

"I don't need to know anything about this person, I can tell just from looking at her."

"Hoshi, can you knock it off?!" You shout at Hoshi. Out of the corner of your eye you see Yani smile. "You should apologize to jun. Also take this back for now and let Jun exchange her gifts." You turn towards Aki and Jun apologetically. "I'm sorry about, Hoshi."

"Hoshi?"

"You mean the guy that's really awful towards you at work?"

"Y-yeah. Those are the horrendous twins."

"I haven't even done anything yet...?" Habiki shoots Kage a confused glance.

"I've seen the way you two treat Y/n at work. I even got some of that treatment." Despite Kage's timid personality, they shot a glare at the twins.

"They've gotten...better. Today just isn't a good example of it..." You sigh and throw your head back, looking at the ceiling and wondering why it went wrong so quickly.

"Y/N! They're fighting, does that mean I can fight too?" Yani asked with excitement.

"NO! I don't want any fighting!"

"I can do physical fighting if verbal fighting is the problem for you?"

"EVERY fighting is the problem to me!?" You're REALLY starting to regret inviting these people. "Minato, Kei, thank you two for being the best behaved."

"Once again, I haven't even done anything yet."

"I haven't actually done anything either! I just talked about it."

"Both of you just need to stop speaking. Habiki I don't like the use of the word 'yet' in your sentence."

"I think Kei's done something wrong by still being alive..."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear you Haruto..." You shot him a glare and he looked at you confused, feigning innocence. "Gift exchange, we are behind schedule people." Jun hands you her gift first, then she hands Aki hers, then Kage's, then Haruto's. In return you all give Jun your gifts that you had gotten her. You then exchanged gifts with your self invited guests. "Alright Jun, I'll go get your cake."

"I can come with you, cutie~!" Jun stood up and started following you. You didn't notice but Yani followed you too. Of course it did, it follows you everywhere... Jun seemed to notice though and shot a glare at Yani. "Go sit down, three's a crowd."

"I agree!" Yani moved closer to Jun and pulled a pocket knife out of her sleeve. Smiling at Jun's horrified face. "Maybe you should go sit down and celebrate your birthday with your friends, Y/n will be out in a little, kay? Stop being annoying and go be patient." Jun backed away and sat down panicked as she kept glancing at Yani who kept watching her. You brought the cake out shortly placed it in front of Jun excitedly, smiling at her.

"Merry Christmas, Jun. But most importantly, happy birthday!"

"T-thank you." Jun's face flushed as she cut the cake to give a slice to everyone. In the end everything worked out. Jun had a happy birthday and you all had a Merry Christmas.

(Happy Holidays from me and the Mine cast! I hope you all had a good Christmas/ Diwali/ Kwanzaa/ Hanukkah/ Yule/ Just a good day!! :3)

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Santa Claus

Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Pairing: Constable Odo x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K Summary: Odo knows a lot of people however he never met a certain "Santa Claus". From what he knows, he might be a criminal

Not my gif !!!!

WINTER WRITING PLAN

Odo wasn't sure how exactly he had ended up in this situation, but at the moment he was sitting at a table in Quarks with the Chief, Doctor Bashir and Commander Worf. Actually, he had only intended to make his usual rounds through the establishment, but the Chief and Bashir had successfully talked him down to join them.

From the look on his face, Worf didn't seem to feel any different.

"So, Commander? How are you going to spend the holidays?"

O'Brien glanced over at the Klingon, who looked even a little grimmer than usual. "I'm going to visit my parents on Earth. So far I had been able to avoid that tradition, however, I'm afraid it didn't work out this time." Bashir and O'Brien grinned at each other before the latter took a sip from his tankard.

"But Worf, Christmas is a time for fellowship, family and love. You must be looking forward to seeing your parents again, right?" Bashir grinned at Worf and Odo could see the man's jaw working.

"I never said I wasn't looking forward to it. I merely think the traditions are ridiculous. Santa Claus, the presents. A fairy tale for children, nothing more."

"Don't say that too loud or Molly will hear you," O'Brien returned, sighing. "She's gone insane lately. That's all she talks about, and she's driving me and Keiko right crazy."

Bashir laughed. "So I guess you're going to stay here?" O'Brien nodded and raised his eyebrow. "And you?"

"Also. I promised Garak I'd teach him some traditions this year. He thinks it's absolutely ridiculous, but it's worth a try."

" How about you, Constable?" Odo looked up at the question and turned towards the doctor.

"Are you going to celebrate the holidays?"

When Odo did not answer, Bashir suddenly blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. You probably don't even know what exactly we are talking about, right?"

O'Brien chocked on his drink and started coughing. "Julian!"

"What?! Odo basically 'grew up' on Bajor. They do not celebrate Christmas here!"

Slowly the three men turned to look at Odo, who grew more uncomfortable with every passing second.

"Of course I know what Christams is. I don't live under a rock" he growled before standing up abruptly. "If you gentlemen would excuse me now? I have a job to do!"

~**~

They couldn't really help but twist their lips into a smile when they heard the familiar hiss of doors announcing the arrival of their partner.

They lifted their head from their book just in time to see the doors close behind the changeling.

"Hey," they smiled and reached out to him. "How was your day?"

Odo came over to them and took their hand in his as he settled down, however he seemed lost in thought. "The usual."

Already used to his short answers, they smiled. "Oh, yeah? Well, you were gone longer today for that. Did you have to fill out any reports that were left behind?"

He snorted lightly. "I don't leave anything undone. My work routine is efficient enough to avoid such things." Slightly he rolled his eyes, however they knew he wasn't serious. "When I did my last round in Quark's bar, I was stopped by Doctor Bashir and Chief O'Brien. I tried to talk my way out of it, but it seemed impossible after they convinced Commander Worf.

"Wow," they said, straightening up so they could turn their body to face him.

"Julian and Miles have accomplished what I had always wanted to accomplish with you."

"Talking to me? We do that a lot."

They laughed. "No. Taking you out for a drink at Quark's."

Odo wrinkled his nose, though they could see the corners of his mouth twitch in a desperate attempt not to give in to a smile.

"Perhaps you'll be reassured to hear that I haven't taken a sip myself."

"You hardly ever drink."

"Then you should begin to realise that your great goal will probably never be fulfilled."

A laugh escaped them and Odo felt deep satisfaction in having made his partner laugh. He leaned back as they turned their backs to lean against him.

For some time they sat side by side in silence. As they went back to their book, Odo was perfectly content to rest his chin on their head and close his eyes.

In his mind, however, a question floated around that he did not want to banish.

"Who is Santa?"

They were mid-sentence when he asked his question, however, they stopped abruptly when Odo's question reached their hearing.

"Huh?"

" Santa Claus." They felt Odo shifting back and forth uncomfortably beneath them.

"Chief O'Brien mentioned in our conversation that Molly would not be happy to hear Worf talk about Santa Claus being a ridiculous children's fairy tale."

They sat up straight so they could look him in the face. For a moment they regarded him and with each passing second they realised that it made Odo incredibly uncomfortable not to have that bit of information and their faces softened.

They knew how discomforting it could be for the changeling not to know certain information, especially when it was natural or taken for granted by everyone else.

But the fact that he had confided in them instead of asking the computer warmed their hearts.

"That's what Santa Claus is, technically. A child's fairy tale, a made-up fantasy figure who is the symbol of Christmas."

"But what is his purpose? His function?"

They put the book aside. Probably they wouldn't get very much reading done in the near future.

"I'm not too familiar with the history behind all of it. Its origins are in Europe, with a man, a saint called Nicholas. St Nicholas, parents told their children, judges children's behaviour over the year and depending on how well they have behaved, on one day , usually the sixth of December, he brings them rewards such as small gifts, sweets or fruit, or a rod with which to punish the 'bad' children."

Odo's eyes widened. "He hurts children?"

"No! No he doesn't," they laughed. "That's what they used to tell the children, and in the very early days the children might have really been beaten, but definitely not today. Today the kids mostly just get little presents and stuff, at least in the regions where they still celebrate." Odo nodded slowly, understanding.

"And Santa Claus..."

"Is the American and, unfortunately, more famous version of him, even outside of America. He's usually depicted as an old man with white hair and a white beard wearing a red coat, red trousers and a red pointed hat, flying around the world in his flying sleigh pulled by reindeer.

Depending on the region, parents tell their children that Santa Claus comes to the house on Christmas Eve or during the night and brings the children presents, which they are allowed to open either on Christmas Eve, the twenty-fourth of December, or the morning after. As a thank you they leave him a glass of milk and biscuits, at least in America.

In England, I think they leave a glass of sherry outside. He then eats and drinks these things in the house. The gifts are probably the reason he is so popular. Although they still say that he judges their behaviour, it is hardly relevant to the number of gifts.

If you walk around anywhere on Earth at Christmas time, you can see him virtually everywhere."

They looked over at Odo, who looked plainly horrified.

"So, just to be clear," he began, looking at them from wide-open eyes. "Parents tell their kids they're being judged and stalked all year by an old man who breaks into their house at the end of the year and leaves stuff there that no one knows what's in it, which is a big security issue by the way. Much more, the children have to make sacrifices to him, in the form of alcohol and the parents make them believe that he drinks this glass of alcohol in every house and then manoeuvres a flying sleigh?"

They frowned. "I never thought about it that way, but you could put it that way, yes."

Odo only looked more disturbed than before and rose to leave with slow steps. A laugh escaped them, so loud that they almost missed him shaking his head and saying "humans".

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11. heated.

Fourth of July.

"Well, I really don't celebrate white man holidays and shit, but if you find something cool for us to do, then I guess I'll come." Stevie shrugs and turns her attention back to the Living Single marathon on tv.

Tyler rolls her eyes and heads into the kitchen. "Me either. I just want a plate of food. Find those little sparklers and get drunk, ya know?"

"You like being drunk, huh?"

"Eh, I'd rather be high, but drinking is cool, too."

"Hm, my friends—" Stevie sits up on the couch, and stares through the wall like Tyler can see her.

"Girl, those bitches are not your friend."

Tyler comes around the corner, with a plate of eggs.

"Why you say that?"

Stevie's eyebrows furrow.

"That Melissa girl literally left your ass, the last time y'all went to the club. Amber's ugly ass boyfriend almost fought you over some petty bullshit, and don't even get me started on Lis—"

"Okaaaay! Alright!" She holds her hand up in the air, making Stevie stop.

"Melissa didn't leave me. Aaron was waiting on me—"

"Wasn't he just as drunk as you were? Irresponsible, but go on." She folds her leg over the other.

"Whatever. Amber's boyfriend is a bitch. I coulda taken his ass." Stevie places her fingers on the bridge of her nose, listening to her ridiculous excuses.

"That's not the point—"

"He's no John. I woulda handled it." Tyler rolls her eyes, watching Stevie's facial expression change.

"And, Lisa never did anything to me, Stevie. I told you that."

"Right. It's not like she hasn't lied to you before, or anything." Stevie shrugs and gets up from the couch.

"Just.... let me know if you find something. Without them being involved." Tyler raises an eyebrow. Stevie walks towards the steps.

"You know, cause I hate to go to jail on a holiday."

Standing in front of her full length mirror, Tyler messes with the frayed ends of her homemade, blue jean shorts. Her red halter crop top stops just above her belly button, and her hair is pulled up into a messy bun.

Stevie struts into her room, with a smidgen of attitude still evident on her face. Her gray striped dress hugs her figure, her light purple toes sit pretty in her black sandals.

"What are you doing to your hair?" Tyler says, not looking her way.

"What's wrong with my hair?” She asks, turning back toward the mirror to look at her messy bun.

"You're gonna leave it like that?" Stevie rolls her eyes.

"Yes. It’s like ninety-seven degrees outside."

Turning around on her heels, she leaves out and heads downstairs.

Stevie's irritation is stemming from many things. For starters, her cycle came yesterday, throwing her attitude into the pits of hell and making her hornier than ever, with no solution. On top of that, it's hot as hell outside and all she wants to do is stay inside, but both Rod and Tyler are making her leave her air conditioned house for a party at Tyler's cousins' house. And last but definitely not least, the argument that her and Tyler had earlier didn't help a thing.

"Rod's here," she yells, before opening the door and heading down the steps.

He looks up and blows out a rough breath. Between the scowl on her face and the switch of her hips, he's conflicted on giving her a compliment.

He steps out of the car and walks around to greet her. She wraps her arms around his torso, burying her face into his warm chest.

"Hey baby," he runs a hand down her back, "you look good."

"Thank you," she murmurs, "you smell good."

Moving away from his chest, she pokes her glossy lips out, pecking his juicy ones twice.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" She pouts and nods her head.

"I'm sorry, babygirl. I know this heat isn't making anything better, but I want you to have a good day." She pulls away and opens up the back door.

"It's cool. I took some medicine and I've got extra products, just in case. I just need a blunt or something." She sits down on the seat, watching Tyler come out of the house with two small carrier bags and a bottle of Bourbon.

Waving the bottle in front of her face, Stevie snatches it and knocks half of it back.

"Damn!" Tyler laughs and pulls the passenger door open, while Rod moves to where Stevie is.

"Why you sittin' in the back?"

"I'm gonna lay down. My head is pounding and there's more room to get comfortable, back here." Tyler tosses Stevie's bag in the back.

Stevie reaches inside and grabs her red sunglasses, sliding them over her eyes.

"Aight. I got you about that blunt, too." He winks at her, before closing the door. She smiles to herself, before a cramp comes and knocks it right off her face.

Pushing the bag to the other side of the seat, Stevie lays down and places her head in the middle of it. The car starts and they head towards their destination.

"So," Tyler starts, "this party is supposed to be fun. My cousins always know how to have a good time. Stevie can vouch for me."

"Yeah, she's right. They're the reason I started drinking before I was legally allowed to." She hums and rubs her stomach.

"Sounds like a good time. Is the house big?" Rod asks.

"Hell yeah!" They reply in unison. He laughs.

"Do y’all want me to stop and get some water or something? Chips? Water?"

"Yes, please." Rod pulls into the parking lot of a convenient store. He takes his seatbelt off and turns sideways in the seat, looking at Stevie.

"The salt and vinegar ones?" She nods, reaching inside her bag for her wallet.

"Uh uh, I got it. Put that back."

"How you know what I was reaching for?" He smirks.

"Cause, I know you. You want water or a soda?"

"Soda. I need a rush of caffeine through my system." He nods and looks over at Tyler.

"You want anything?"

"A water is fine, thank you." She stuffs a dollar in his hand, before he can protest.

"Alright," he chuckles, "I'll be right back."

"Thank you." They say in unison, again.

The door shuts and the mess starts.

"You love that boy, don't you?" Stevie blows out a breath.

"Tyler, can we please—"

"I just wanna know! At this point, you have to. I see how y'all be talking to each other. How y'all look at each other. Girl, if you don't be straight up and tell me."

"Okay!" Stevie starts laughing, sitting up in the seat. "I do."

Tyler squeals and swats her leg. She flinches.

"But, we've only been dating for a few months! I feel like that might be a little too fast." She shakes her head.

"Girl, life is too damn short to be putting timelines on shit. So what, y'all only been together for three months? You know what's happened in those three months? He killed a mothafucka for you. He's been your first every-fucking-thing. You've met his mom. He's met both your parents. He knows how ridiculous they are, and still comes around. He's dealt with your bratty ass, this long and still comes around. He's so sweet to you. I think it's totally okay that you love him. You'd be crazy to not have feelings for him." Stevie playfully rolls her eyes.

"I guess you're right. I'll tell him. Just not right now."

Tyler starts to say something else, but Rod opens the door. Tyler turns around her seat, while Stevie stares out the window.

"Y'all alright?" He hands Tyler her water. She nods, sending a thank you his way. He pats Stevie's leg, making her look in his direction and grab the bag from him.

"Thank you, baby." He smiles and puts his seatbelt back on, starting the car back up. Stevie opens her bag and begins stuffing her mouth with the salty goodness.

On the way there, she dozes off. Tyler laughs and gets out of the car. Rod turns the car off and walks around to her side.

"Go ahead, I'll get her up." Tyler pulls her bag up on her shoulder and heads down the crowded block a little to find her cousins.

Opening the door, Rod gently shakes Stevie from her short slumber. She reaches for her shades, pulling them from her face.

"We're here, babe." She sits up and fixes her dress, before stretching a little and getting out. She grabs her bag and he helps her up on the sidewalk.

Locking the car, he grabs her hand and they head down the block to find Tyler.

"You're gonna love 'em. Watch out for Tasha, though." He looks down at her. She just laughs.

"Oh my gosh, Stevie!"

"Hey!" Two girls, about five foot seven, stand in front of Stevie. One has the same complexion as Tyler, while the other has an olive undertone.

"You look so good! We haven't seen you in forever! Where have you been hiding?"

"More like who has she been hiding." One of them points at Rod. Stevie tightens her grip on his hand.

"Who's the cutie?"

"Oh, isn't he? This is my boyfriend, Roderick." Stevie looks up at him, "that's Tasha and that's Tia."

He waves. "It's nice to meet you, ladies."

Tasha plays with the ends of her red hair, staring him up and down.

"Quit looking at him, like that." She thumps Tasha's arm, bringing her out of her trance.

"Oh calm down, girl. I ain't gon steal him." She scoffs and pulls Rod deeper into the crowd, introducing more of her extended family.

They find a couple of chairs in the shade. Stevie sits down, pulling her bag onto her lap.

"Can I ask you a question?" She nods her head, beginning to rummage through her bag. He sits down beside her.

"Have these past couple months been what you wanted?" She looks up from the bag, giving him her attention.

"Baby, they've been the best three months of my life." He grabs her hand and squeezes it.

"Why... is there something wrong?" He shakes his head.

"Nah. I just wanted to ask. I know we get kinda ambushed from time to time, so I just wanted to make sure you were loving this just as much as I am." She cracks a smile.

"You don't ever have to worry about that." Tyler walks up with two red cups, filled to brim with some kind of red and blue mixture.

"What's that?" She hands Stevie one and hands Rod the other. Stevie sniffs hers and immediately jerks her head back.

"Woah! How much alcohol is in this?"

"It's probably more than fifty percent. I made it special, just for you. It has strawberries, blue raspberry kool aid and Smirnoff in it."

She bravely puts it up to her lips and takes a sip, utterly surprised at how good it tastes.

Tyler giggles and sticks her blue tongue out at her. Stevie shakes her head.

"Wow... I was expecting it to be very strong." She looks over at Rod, who's still inspecting his.

"Try it! It's good!" Tyler slurs.

"We just got here, and you're already tipsy." Stevie points out. Tyler just shrugs.

"I never waste time, you know that."

Rod shrugs and knocks the drink back, licking the access off his bottom lip.

"See! It's just you who's being a party pooper."

"Well excuse me for having cramps!"

"You're excused, bitch." Tyler quips. Stevie brings her shades back down over her eyes.

"This why I hate when you drink." She finishes off her drink, sinks down in her chair and crosses her legs.

"Whatever. Try to enjoy yourself for God's sake!" With that, she stomps off.

"I don't mean to pry, but is she always like that?" Stevie sighs.

"Unfortunately. It only helps that she's under the influence and around her friends." She made sure to put air quotes around the word.

"Huh... does she know how you feel about them?" Stevie sits her empty cup in the grass and turns toward him.

"Yes. We actually had an argument about it, earlier. I told her that I didn't wanna be around them, because of x, y, and z, but she always makes excuses for them. I'm already in a bad mood as is, and I made it clear to her that if something jumps off, I'm going to jail."

Starting to say something else, he hears the song that was playing in the club on their first date. Stevie, however, is too heated to realize.

"Come dance with me." He stands up and holds his hand out. She grabs it, allowing him to pull her to her feet.

"I also got a stress reliever for you, back in the car." She lets out a satisfied hum, trying to suppress her smile.

"You're my ladyyyy..."

His hands find her hips, running soothing circles into her skin. Her arms drape over his shoulders.

"You feelin' any better?"

"Yeah, the cramps are finally going away."

"I'm glad, babe."

She lays her head on his shoulder, watching people interact. Some are smoking, drinking or dancing, while others are huddled in groups.

She leans up and pulls his face down to her level to place a juicy kiss on his lips.

He comes back in for another one, before pulling away with a smirk on his face.

She stifled a giggle, while he gently swats her ass.

"Hey! If I didn't think you were so dreamy, I'd smack the shit outta you." He chuckles and rubs his hand over her warm cheek.

"My bad, baby."

"Yeah, yeah,” she lets out another giggle.

"Back the fuck up, Amberrr!" Tyler slurs from wherever she's standing.

Stevie sucks her teeth and starts scanning the crowd for her drunk friend.

"I can't leave that girl alone for one— oh no."

Before Rod can question her, she's zooming through the crowd.

He chases after her, nearly knocking people over to try and catch up with her crazed pace.

"What the fuck? Get off of her!" Stevie grips Amber's arm, pulling her away from Tyler. Amber hauls off and smacks Stevie across her face, knocking her shades off.

Rod stops dead in his tracks at the sight, insanely baffled. He's conflicted, knowing she can handle her own but also not wanting anybody to hit his girl.

Stevie briefly touches her stinging cheek, before lunging at Amber, knocking them both to the ground.

Amber scratches at Stevie's face, making it bleed. The ring on Stevie's finger connects with Amber's left eyelid, slicing it. She grips her hair and punches her in the face, over and over again.

"Stupid bitch! I told Tyler, I don't like your ass! Then you wanna hit me?!" She continues to assault her face, until Rod forcefully pulls her away.

"Get off me!" She swings her legs, trying to make contact with her before she's completely pulled away.

"Stevie, what the fuck?!" Tyler appears in front of her with a crazed look on her face.

"You can not be serious, right now." Stevie looks her over. Her crop top dirtied up with grass stains, arms and knees skinned and hair all over her head.

"I am serious!" She hiccups. "Why'd you do that? I had it under control! You just gotta save everybody, don't you?!"

Stevie tries to break away from Rod's hold, but he doesn't budge.

"Why are you talking to me, like I did something wrong? What the hell did I tell you, before we got here? Huh? I told you that if them bitches started something, I was gonna finish it. I was helping you out—"

"Oh, big and bad Stevie has come out to play, everybody!" She waves her hands in the air, causing everybody to look at her. She even starts laughing, infuriating Stevie even more.

"You're such a pest, you know that? I can't handle myself, so you're always right there to 'make everything better', right?! Leave me the fuck alone! I can handle myself, Stevie! You're not my mom!" She pushes her chest, roughly.

Stevie pulls an arm free and punches her in the nose, sending her to the ground.

"Fuck you, Tyler. Find somewhere else to stay, tonight. Maybe your bougie ass friends or your cousins can help you out, cause I'm done." She walks away, Rod in tow.

He allows her to walk ahead, knowing she definitely needs some space. He didn't wanna say anything stupid or anything that would trigger her.

"I've always done right by her stupid ass! She's never even said thank you. It's always about be fucking irresponsible and doing what she wants to do. Fuck me, right? I'm a pest, right?" She furiously wipes the angry tears away.

"Stevie..." she spots the car and walks towards it, yanking at the door handle. He sighs and unlocks the car, watching her climb inside and close the door.

Heading towards the drivers' side, he hops inside and sits sideways, facing her. She looks down at her chipped and broken nails, letting the tears slide down her face.

"None of those bitches are her friends. I've told her than many times, but she won't listen to me. Her cousins don't even like them. Hell, they probably didn't even know they were there."

"Some people just have to realize things on their own, babe. You can't help someone that–"

"Doesn't wanna be helped, I know. But, she's like a sister to me, and for her to treat me like this is beyond me. I never acted like I was her mom. Her own mother doesn't even act like that towards her, I just try and be the best friend I can be. I guess that's not good enough, anymore." She shrugs.

He blows out an exhausted breath, not knowing what else to say. He just starts the car up and starts driving away from the house.

"What about your bag?" She shakes her head.

"It was mostly her stuff. She can have it."

Stevie picks pieces of grass out of her hair, while Rod stitches her face up. She hisses and ashes the blunt in her ashtray.

"Stay still," she leans her head on the mirror, looking at him through her low lids.

"Alright," he closes the small first aid kit and places it back under the sink. "I'm all done."

"How does it look?"

He sighs, placing his hands on either side of her thighs.

"It looks better, now that it's closed."

She pouts and sticks her bottom lip out. He chuckles and pecks it.

"I've got something to tell you."

"Is it good or bad?"

She starts laughing, reaching out for his hand.

"It's great."

"Aight, lay it on me." Intertwining their fingers, he watches her facial expression soften.

"I uh.... I love you."

Stuck in his stance, his eyes dance across her face in shock. She sits up, staring right back at him.

"Babe, say something."

"Wow... you love me."

"Of course, I do. Are you shocked?"

"I'm not— I just.... I guess I underestimated how you felt about me."

"Why? How? I love being around you. I love talking to you. I miss you all the damn time, even when you're right in front of me...You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for."

"Stevie..."

"I know, this is probably the first time I've told you this stuff, but I was scared. I've never been in a relationship before and I was scared that if I let how I was feeling, that you wouldn't feel the same, but even if you don't, it's okay." She rambles.

"It's a good thing that I do then, huh?"

Her eyes widened. "Huh?"

That boyish grin spreads across his face. He takes her face into his hands, pulling her closer to him.

"I love you, too."

Tyler drags herself downstairs to sit on her cousins' couch. She reaches up to scratch her nose, instantly regretting it.

"Ow, what the fuck!" Tasha comes out of the kitchen with an ice pack.

"Stevie socked your ass, yesterday. Put this on it." Taking the ice pack, she presses it against her swollen face.

"Damn, what the hell happened?"

"Oh, you don't remember?" Tia comes to sit beside her, giving her a disgusted look.

She shakes her head.

"Your stupid ass decided to get drunk, invite those skanky ass bitches that you know don't give a damn about you, and start cursing your best friend out."

"I thought you liked them—"

"No, we don't! We've told you that! Stevie told you that!"

"I'm sor—" Tia shakes her head, holding her hand up.

"Nah, you're irresponsible. You don't give a damn about anybody but yourself. Your best friend took your bratty ass in, cause you hated being around your parents and this is how you repay her? You do know that's her house, right? I wouldn't even let you come back."

"What did I even say that was that bad?" Tasha's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You called her a pest, Tyler. Said that she's always trying to save you from everything, like you can't handle yourself. Well let me tell you something..." Tia stands up from the couch.

"What?"

"You can't! You're a fucking child! You think that because you got a job and you can drink, that you're an adult. Adults take responsibility for their actions. They don't blame shit on other people or push away the people that help them." Tyler pulls the ice away from her face, allowing a tear to fall.

"Tia, I said I was sorry!"

"You really are." She looks between her and Tasha, before walking away.

"Look," Tasha starts, "you can stay here, cause I'm sure Stevie doesn't wanna see you anytime soon, but don't expect us to deal with your bullshit."

Tyler sighs, tossing the pack on the coffee table. In all honesty, she knows that she messed up, but she doesn't wanna admit it.

"You know..." Stevie takes another hit from her second blunt, "it felt good to punch her."

She begins to laugh to herself, while handing the blunt back to Rod. His low and red eyes dance lazily over her face.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I've always wanted to hit her. She's always been a fucking basket case. She never took up for me, it was always the other way around. I always dealt with my own problems, on top of hers. It's never been fair.... ever."

"So.... what are you gonna do?"

"I don't want her coming back here. I don't wanna see her. That's where I'm at right now."

She places the blunt back between her lips, and runs her hands through her tangled hair.

Sitting upright, he watches her inhale the smoke through her nose and close her heavy eyes. He sighs.

"I know you don't wanna hear this, but at some point, y'all have to talk this out. You gotta tell her how you feel and make a decision on whether y'all separate or whatever." He stands up from the bed and leaves the room.

She stares at the ceiling, letting her thoughts drown out the sound of any and everything else.

Do I want her to leave? Do we really need to talk this out? Is she sorry?

"She's not sorry. I know she isn't."

"I meant— everything I said. I don't need to fuckin' apologize." Tyler turns up her third bottle of Scotch.

"If anybody should apologize... it should be her! She caused a scene!" She screams, tossing the now empty bottle on the floor.

"Tyler, shut the fuck up! It's your fault! You fucked up!" The door swings open and Tasha walks in with two duffle bags, tossing them on the bed.

"Stevie doesn't want you coming back for a while, so you'll be staying here. You have to work tomorrow, so you gotta sober up and shit. If I catch you going anywhere near that house, I'm beating your ass. Got it?" Tyler waves her hand and hops off the bed, stumbling around to pick up her mess.

"Ain't nobody worried about that girl. I'll go back, if I wanna go back." Tasha grabs her by the front of her shirt.

"Tyler, I'm not playin' with you. Leave her alone." Yanking away from her, Tyler sucks her teeth and tosses a bottle cap at her.

"I heard you!" She sits down on the floor and palms her pounding head.

"Stop drinking this shit." Grabbing the bottles off the floor, she leaves out.

"Mgh," she grabs a hold of the door and pulls herself up. Sitting back on the bed, she stares at a blank spot on the wall.

The next day.

Heading into the work was a disaster for both Stevie and Tyler.

Stevie's tire went flat, which made her late for work and she ended up having to drive fifteen minutes in the opposite direction to put air in it.

Thank God for forgiving bosses.

Tyler still refuses to admit that she's wrong.

She ended up being an hour late, due to her hangover and stubbornness. Tia had to unwillingly drive her to work, since she was already headed that way.

"I wish you'd stop being stupid, and just apologize." Jetting into the parking lot, she unlocks the door and looks at Tyler.

"I don't feel like I've done anything wrong."

"Well kiss your friendship goodbye, then." Tyler scoffs and gets out, slamming the door behind herself.

"Screw you, Tia!"

“Slam my door again. It'll be me and you!” Tia yells through the window.

Heading inside, she storms behind the counter and pulls her apron on. A woman walks up to the counter and snaps in her face.

"Excuse me, can I get some service over here?" Tyler stares at her through her thick lashes.

"If you could give me a second and stop snapping at me, I'll be right with you." The woman rolls her eyes, but keeps quiet.

"I swear..." she mumbles to herself, before motioning the woman to come forward. "What can I get for you, today?"

"I want the French toast special, with scrambled eggs and bacon. For the drink, I want a black coffee." Tyler scribbles the order down on the pad, before handing it to the cook.

"Alright, that'll be $12.41." The woman pulls out a $20 bill. Tyler opens the register and gives her the correct change.

"Here's your change and your receipt. Can you sign this copy for me?" Printing her signature at the bottom, she gives Tyler the copy and stuffs hers in her pocketbook.

"How long will it take?"

"About fifteen minutes. Do you want your coffee now?" She shakes her head and walks toward the bench by the door.

"I can take who's next!"

Meanwhile...

"I don't know.... I'm just done." Claire rubs Stevie's shoulder, while she fills her in.

"Have y'all talked?"

"No, and I don't want to. If she's sorry, she knows where I am. She has my number."

"Well—"

"No well. It's been three days and I haven't gotten an I'm sorry, yet. She can keep it, at this point." She stands up and dusts off her skirt, heading back to her station.

Stevie, you've got a phone call." She huffs and grabs the phone from Alex, the only guy that works at the coffeehouse.

"This better be Tyler." She mumbles, before putting it up to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Stevie, dear!" Her eyes pop out of her head.

"Joe?! Oh my God!" She covers her mouth and walks back towards the hallway.

"It's been quite some time since I've heard from you dear. How have you been?"

"I— I've been good. How have you been? How's everything?"

"Well, my daughter was able to take me in after I had to sell the house. Even though that was painful, I thank God for her."

"I'm sorry that I haven't kept in touch. So much has been going on—"

"Ah, don't apologize. Life has a way of doing that. I'm just glad you're doing good. I see you found a job!"

"I did! Can I call you, when I get off? We gotta have a heart to heart.”

"Of course, doll. I'll talk to you later."

They hang up and she walks back, putting the phone back on the hook.

"Why is it so slow today?" Alex asks. Stevie shrugs.

"A storm's supposed to be coming. I guess people wanna chill at home and make their own coffee, today." She jokes.

Claire comes out of the office and starts stacking the chairs up on empty tables. Stevie and Alex look at each other.

"Claire, what's wrong?"

"There's a storm coming in like an hour. We gotta close up early."

"It's that bad?"

She nods, still pulling chairs up. They shrug and start helping out.

"Said it's supposed to knock the power out and shit. I don't know about y'all, but I'd rather be at home instead of stuck at work."

"Yeah, we fell out over the weekend. She's just too pigheaded for me, ya know? Like, everything has to revolve around her." Stevie sits on top of some blankets by the window, watching the heavy rainfall on the street below, while Rod raids her fridge.

"I know, dear, but you girls have to talk about this. Even if you don't continue being friends."

She mentally cringes at the thought.

"Mhm... terrible thought, right?"

She sighs. "Yeah, but I don't know if I can continue to put up with this mess, Joe. She's become too much!" Running her hands through her hair, she grumbles to herself.

"It'll all come to you in due time, honey. Whatever's supposed to happen, will happen. Now, who's this young man that your mother has been telling me about?"

"Why is she spreading my business—"

"Hey, hey... all she told me was that you met someone, he's very sweet on you and you seem very happy. I just wanted you to confirm it, so I can ask where the wedding invitation is!" She laughs, feeling the blush rush to her cheeks.

"Yeah, I have a boyfriend. He's the sweetest guy I've ever met." She looks behind her to see him at her counter, chewing on an apple. She laughs and shakes her head.

"Where'd you two meet?"

"We met at school. He almost wiped me out and asked me for my number, and since he was so fine, I gave it to him."

"Ah, my baby's growing up. Tell him that I'm a black belt." She cackles.

"Cut it out!" He laughs, too.

"How long has it been for you two?"

"Three beautiful months."

"Oh, you sound like you're in love." Rod kneels down beside her, placing his elbows on the ledge.

"I just might be, Joe."

"Well, I've gotta get going. Sarah's taking me grocery shopping with her, before the storm starts over here. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Okay, tell her I said hi. I love you, old man."

"And, I love you, dear." Hanging up the phone, she wraps her arms around herself and stares at the rain.

"You alright?" Rod asks, rubbing her back.

"Yeah, I just miss him. He's like a second grandpa to me." She sighs and pulls herself up.

"I'm not sure if we should be sitting here, like this. Let's sit on the couch." She helps him up and they fall back onto the comfy cushions.

The phone rings again. Stevie sighs and drags herself to grab it off the blankets, pulling them up as well.

"Hello?"

"Stevie, just listen to me, okay?" Stevie purses her lips, but rolls her eyes at the sound of Tyler's voice.

"Okay."

"I— I'm sorry, okay? I know I did you wrong and I said some shit that I can't take back. I just wanted to call you and let you know that, cause it's been beating me up and I know better. You're not a pest. You make me a better person and I hate you for it," She lets out a laugh, "listen... you don't ever have to forgive me, but I just wanna say that I lo—"

"Tyler? Hello?"

The line cuts out and Stevie pulls the phone away from her ear. She sits the blankets down.

"Hello?! Tyler!" She tries to call back, catching the dial tone. She frowns and walks back to the couch.

"Fucking storm knocked the line out!" She sits down and places her head in her hands.

"I'm sure she's fine. The storm's knocking the power out, all over the city."

Before she can nod, something hard hits the door making them both jump.

"Fuck was that?" It sounds again, this time harder.

"Open up, bitch!" A woman's voice comes from the other side of the door.

"You've got the wrong house!" Stevie yells.

"Nah, I got the right one! Where's my boyfriend?" She yells.

A confused expression finds its way into both of their faces.

"The hell? Who are you looking for?" Obnoxious knocking begins.

"I'm looking for Roderick! I know he's in there, his car is out here!" Looking over at Rod, she gives him a hard glare.

"Who the fuck is that?”

“Open this motherfucking door, before I blow it down!” She yells, clueing him in instantly.

“My psycho ex-girlfriend.” He sighs, standing from the couch.

Stevie scoffs.

"So, I gotta fight a bitch in the middle of a storm, is what you're telling me?"

tbc…

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4joonkookie · 1 year

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Merry Nothing 🎄🚫

I hope you're taking it easy on yourself. Been seeing a lot of dread and misery on social media of people having to drive long distances and be with family they don't want to be around and the pressure of the holidays tanking people’s mental health. Let this be a reminder that we literally make all that holiday shit up and (easier said than done) you can do whatever you want and what’s best for you (or nothing at all!)

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Pairing: JK x Reader -> Chapter 7 of Cigarette Burns

Words: *sigh* another 4K

Chapter Tags: smut, fluff, holiday dread, pining (kind of), truth-telling, reference to f/f, truth or dare, mutual masturbation, o/c is kind of a pimp.

Notes: Fluffy, semi-holiday smut :) If you want pain, read any other chapter. Scroll to part 3 (III. 💜💜💜) to get right to the smut!

Summary: After a few (much-needed) months apart, you and JK reunite for a unique holiday celebration.

I. 💜💜💜

After waking up, you lay in bed scrolling on your phone when a call flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer the phone to Jungkook. It’s early for him to be awake.

“Hey,” he grumbles.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I just can’t sleep.”

“All night? What’s on your mind?”

“Just… holidays, you know,” he says. “I'm not in the mood for it all this year. I’m going to my parents later today and I'm awake, literally dreading it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“At least we don’t have to go to two celebrations this year. Mom’s been hounding me to tell you you’re still invited to ours.”

“Would you feel better about going if I went?” you ask, more of a probing than an offer.

“No,” he says, confident. “I don’t mean it that way,” he adds after he hears himself.

You choose not to take offense. “Well, honestly, you dread it every year.”

“I’m over it. The schmoozing, the fake sentiment, the gifts. It's important to my family but,” he trails, heaving a sigh.

“I know. I told my family I'm staying at home this year. My mom’s letting me out of it out of ‘breakup sympathy’ or something, but I'll be catching shit about it until Labor Day.”

“What was your excuse?”

“No excuse. I just told the truth. I don’t want to do the same things I've always done that don’t exactly make me happy or that make me feel… dread. I’d rather do nothing or start my own tradition.”

“You can just do that?” he asks, legitimately shocked.

“I am,” you say. “You’re welcome to join me.”

He takes a moment to think. “Hiding away from our families? With you?”

“You don’t have to decide right_”

“I’m in,” he says.

You smile. Being with Jungkook is the only thing you'd want to stay the same. And you can have it without the pressure of anything or anyone else.

“Your place?” He asks.

“Yeah.” Your stomach turns with excitement. Though this opens a can of worms. “Ok,” you say sternly. “Ground Rules.”

He gives an endeared sigh. “Shoot.”

“No gifts.”

“Done,” he replies. “No trees, no ugly sweaters,” he adds. “What will we do?”

“We can keep the fun stuff. Eat, drink, and be merry.”

“I’m liking the sound of this.”

“One last thing,” you say, feeling your cheeks warm. “Are we having sex?”

He chokes out a laugh. “I hadn’t really thought about it since I got the invite,” he says. “Do you want to?”

“Well, we’ve been pretty healthy the past few months, and this could be a big step. Maybe we should talk about what could happen.”

He’s quiet for a while. “Are you afraid that you won’t be able to keep it in your pants?”

“Should I keep it in my pants?” you quip right away.

“Not if you don't want to,” he says.

“I’m just saying there’s a reason we’ve only met outside, in public, and sober because the moment we’re alone…”

“You know,” he interrupts. “If you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask. No elaborate ruse is necessary.”

“I hate you,” you say into the receiver.

His voice gets lower, softer. More confident. “I’m excited you’re thinking about it. And I know we’ve been super careful and thoughtful and healthy,” he mocks. “Maybe it’s time we get back to doing what’s natural.”

“So, sex, yes?” you try to confirm. “I’m just trying to not spiral. I don’t want to spend all morning anxious about it.”

“So, don’t. Let’s just go where the day takes us.”

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself you don’t have to run away from this.

“Is it light where you are?” you ask, changing the subject and looking out the window.

“I’m eight blocks away, so, yes.”

“My new place overlooks the park. The sunrise is pretty. You should see it sometime.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning. What time should I come over today?”

“No set time. Just when you’re ready.”

“I just need a bit to shower and break my mother's heart. What should I bring?”

“Whatever you want. Or nothing.”

Suddenly, a voice echoes from down the hall.

“Are you talking to me?” she says, peeking her head out of the bathroom.

It’s startling. You almost forgot she was here.

“No, I'm on the phone,” you say to her, pointing to the device at your ear. She nods and closes the bathroom door again. You hold your face in your hands. There’s no way Jungkook didn’t hear her. Something about it just feels like you don’t want to tell him.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook asks, curiously.

You spill the truth before your brain comes up with a lie too fast. “I_ went out last night. Brought company home.” And you’re glad he can’t see how red your face is.

“Wooooooooow,” he chuckles. “So, spill the details. Who is she? What’s her name?”

Your stomach turns at the mention of Jungkook’s probing. It reawakens old feelings and makes you feel possessive about someone you hardly know.

Wait… her name?

“That’s a great question,” you say, playing back the previous night in your mind, frantically searching for when she mentioned it.

“Scoring so many girls you can’t keep their names straight, huh?” he teases.

“I hate you,” you say again.

“Look, don’t let me interrupt you if you have company.”

“She’s leaving. She’s got plans with her family today.”

“Ok,” he says. “I’ll be over in a few hours.”

“See you then. You can let yourself in.”

II. 💜💜💜

You spend some time frantically cleaning. The place is brand new and not messy at all, but you can’t help yourself. The nerves follow you into the shower.

It’s been a couple of months since the wedding. You and Jungkook have taken careful walks and drank mindful coffees and had a few lengthy, friendly phone calls but not too late. You have keys and have seen each other's places during doggie drop-off, but haven’t been together, alone, inside four walls.

You both have mostly been spending time alone. Which is good. You can feel how your relationship has adjusted and semi-settled into this new, unknown place.

But he wouldn’t be coming over if you weren’t having sex, right? You couldn’t possibly not have sex if he stayed the night, right? Is that a good thing?

You miss him. Ache for him. Lately, you’ve been spending time thinking of your last encounter. How close you were. How you knew you wouldn't have him like this for a while again. Maybe ever.

Even just a kiss, that feeling of his lips on yours.

You shut off the water and hear the kitchen faucet running. Excited doggy footsteps on the tile floor. And something smells incredible. Jungkook is already here.

You spend time in the bedroom to make a difficult wardrobe choice. Simple and understated? Or something that says ‘yes, we’re definitely fucking today’? Or do you just walk out naked?

You opt to dress in something comfortable, take a deep breath, and exit the bedroom.

“Hi,” he says, approaching to hug you. You embrace and he gives you a festive kiss on the lips.

It makes you feel light. It’s old & comfortable and new & exciting all at once.

“What smells so good?“ You ask, as Jungkook sets a plate in front of you. “What is this?”

He shrugs. “I made it up,” he says.

You giggle, taking a bite. Everything he ‘makes up’ is a masterpiece.

“Good?” he asks, on edge.

“So good,” you reply.

A kiss and a meal from this man in two minutes and you’re in heaven. He gathers something from his bag and sits down next to you, placing 2 glasses in front. He holds a bottle of champagne and you give him the eye.

“What? Don’t act like I need to twist your arm to have a glass of champagne. We’re celebrating.”

You zip your lips. He looks curiously at the bottle.

“I probably should’ve brought more, huh?” He says, pouring into the glasses.

You shrug. “There’s two more bottles in the fridge,” you admit.

“That’s my girl.” He raises his glass.

“To a Very Merry Nothing,”

You click glasses. “Merry Nothing.”

III. 💜💜💜

Hours pass and you lay on the couch, catching up on a show you used to watch together.

“I did not see that coming,” he says, eyes locked on the black screen.

“How could you not? It’s so obvious!”

“How is it obvious?” he asks, turning to face you.

Your eyes dart down. “Well…” you begin to admit. “I guess it wasn’t quite so obvious to me the first time I watched it.”

“You finished it? Without me?!”

“We broke up. I can’t believe you didn’t,” raising your arms in defense.

“I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. It reminded me of you.” He playfully points his finger at you. “You’re heartless.”

You roll your eyes. And he strokes your legs where they’re draped in his lap. You take a deep breath and the air changes. Can just feel it.

“So, what now?” he says, dragging his hands higher up your thigh.

“Well, we’ve killed two bottles, eaten our way through an entire cheese plate, and finished the last season.”

“I’d like to point out, we’ve been together and drinking and semi-horizontal for several hours now and we’re still fully clothed. Just doing what’s natural.”

“You’re right,” you say.

“We’ve made more progress than you give us credit for,” he adds, scolding.

“You’re right,” you repeat.

“Truth or Dare?” He asks.

“Oh ok,” you scoff, knowing the idea could nose-dive you right into a mess.

“Come on! Good, clean, fun. It’s festive. And it doesn’t have to be sexual…all the time. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” you answer.

He thinks for a while. “What did you do with my black sweater?”

You remember the monochrome that used to be your shared closet. “I’m going to need you to narrow that down,” you laugh.

“The one with the felt stripes. It was kind of old,” he describes.

“Oh,” you say in realization. “I threw it out.”

“What?”

“It was just sitting in the closet. You never took it. It was hideous anyway.”

“I can’t believe you,” he remarks. “Heartless.”

“You asked.” raising your eyebrows. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he opts.

“What did you do with the ring?” He’s quiet for a while and it’s good to know where the nerve strikes. “It’s ok, whatever you did, I'm just curious. Even if you sold it, I wouldn’t call you ‘heartless’ or anything.”

“I still have it,” he nods. “I’m not quite ready to let go of it yet and… that’s all I'm willing to say about it.”

“Ok,” you nod.

“And you’re not ‘heartless,” he says, combing hair behind your ear. I like this nothing-but-honest-confidence thing. It’s sexy.” He smiles. “Truth or Dare?” he asks.

“Truth.”

“Do you still talk to Taehyung?”

“Right now, no.” You sigh. “But I'd like to. I… really hurt him and put him in a shitty spot. He was destined to be the roadkill on the you & me highway and I just let it happen. I want to apologize to him. I just know right now, it would be a selfish gesture.”

He nods. “Will you tell me when you’re going to talk to him again?”

“Yes,” you say. “How does that make you feel? That I might talk to him again.”

“I hate it. But I understand,” he soothes. He pats your thighs with his hands. “Ok, something fun now.”

“Truth or Dare?” You ask.

“Dare,” he picks.

“Take off your shirt,” you say. And he does quickly. excited.

“Truth or Dare?” he asks, eager.

“Truth,” you say, teasing.

He sticks his tongue out at you. “How long have you been thinking about us having sex?”

You scoff. “Dare,”

“Oh, come on.”

“I said dare.” You shrug.

He sits back, smug. “Ok. Just this once you can switch.” A mischievous grin crawls across his face. “Show me what you have underneath your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Or you could tell the truth.”

And he knows he’ll find the same truth behind both doors. You could jump him now, and make it clear where your mind was. Or, you could show him your expertly paired bra & panties that will illustrate the same fact.

You stand and lift your sweatshirt over your head, toss it over his face. He removes it with a goofy smile, eyes taking you in.

“I knew it,” he smiles. You approach him, standing in front of where he sits on the couch. He looks up at you, taking you in.

He slides his fingers under the straps of your panties. Over your ass, feeling his breath at your hips.

“You got all dressed up just for me?” He whispers.

“Well, I had to be prepared,” you say, running fingers through his hair.

“You could’ve been naked,” he remarks, his bright doe eyes looking up at you.

“I considered that,” you say honestly. “Truth or Dare?” you ask.

“Dare, please.” he says, gripping your ass.

You hand your glass to him. “Pour me another without spilling?”

“Will you go wait on the bed?” he says, low and soft.

You nod. He stands and walks to the kitchen and you’re glad to have a moment. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you meander to the bedroom.

He returns, placing the glass on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to you.

You both face each other, propped on your elbows on the bed.

“Truth or Dare,” he says.

“Truth,” you reply, frustrating him.

“Are you dating?”

“No,” you reply.

“Women?”

“I’m having fun with women,”you say, eyes darting down.

“Having sex with women?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling your defenses come up again.

“Any fun stories?”

“None that I'm willing to share.”

He nods. “Can I ask why?"

“I'm not comfortable sharing anything about a woman with you. I won’t lie about it… but it will be a while before I want to tell you everything.”

He nods in realization. “Fair enough. Can I ask again another time?”

“Of course,” you say. “What about you? Have you been dating?” you ask.

“One more thing,” he interrupts, holding up his finger. “Men?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yeah, that's why I asked,” he says.

“No men,” you offer.

You roll your eyes at the way he’s been holding his breath, waiting for this answer.

“Sorry, that was a sigh of relief you just heard.” You stay quiet. “Don’t give me that look. I hate the idea of you having sex with other men. Sue me.”

“What about you? Having sex with anyone? Women? Men?”

“Yeah, allow me to introduce you,” he says, holding out his hand.

You laugh. “Nothin, huh?”

“Not that I've tried.”

“Why not?” you ask.

“I figure it’s for the best for a while. I was spending some time… burying my emotions in sex. With you and… others.”

“How many others?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked,” you mimic.

“You… Her,” he mentions under his breath. “and a couple more indiscretions after the wedding.”

You nod, accepting the truth.

He laughs. “I must say, I feel like a real loser now.”

“Why?”

“This whole setup was a lot sexier when I thought you were as desperate as me.”

“Who says I'm not?”

“You just busted last night. "

“Says who?”

“What, no-name didn't get you off?”

“No. It's not always about that. I got her off and I like that.”

“I like these details,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Did she even try?”

You give him a little shove. “Yes, shut up, it’s hard. You've had years of research and practice.”

He chuckles, getting closer. “Well, is there anything you miss? Do you ever think of me? Miss how we did it?”

“Of course,” you say, and his eyes beg for you to go on. “Let’s just say there is an itch that only you can scratch.”

“Have you ever had a date with your hand thinking of me?” he laces your fingers together, kissing the palm of your hand.

“Yes,” you say. “My hands and a few other choice tools.”

“How often?”

“Often enough,” you quip.

“Truth or Dare?” he asks.��

“Dare,” you say, indulging him. “Wait, it’s my turn_”

“Show me what you do,” he ignores, focused on his mission. “Touch yourself.” His breath has quickened.

Your tummy turns, filled with butterflies. “Why would I do that when you’re right here?”

“Baby, I promise I'm gonna fuck you until that pretty sunrise comes through that window, but we’re trying something new, right?”

“Ok.” You pause, sitting up and taking a shaky breath, unsure what to do.

“Look who’s suddenly shy,” he coos. “Come here.” He pulls your body toward him so your back is pressed to his chest. His back is propped on pillows and he can reach around you from behind. He kisses your neck, down over your shoulders and you feel yourself start to sink in.

You cover his hands with yours and guide him to touch. He feels over your skin, dragging between your thighs, and grazing over the fabric of your panties.

His light touches gain more pressure and you watch his fingertips press into your skin. He glides hands up and gropes your breasts, taking a deep breath and humming as he exhales.

He’s no longer under your guidance, but you don’t mind. You rest your hands on his legs as he touches you.

His hands slip under the bust of your bra, filling his hands with you, fabric pulling taut. When he pulls them out, he lowers the straps and unhooks the bra.

One more squeeze of your breasts and he moves down between your legs. You take control of his hands again and press them there, rolling your hips against him.

“Like this?” he says, pressing down harder.

“Hmm_” you hum. He brings his hand to your panties and pulls them to the side, eliciting a little gasp.

“Don’t rip them,” you scold, remembering your time in the closet.

“Take them off,” he instructs. You do, sliding the lacy fabric over your thighs and around your ankles.

He parts your knees, leaving you lewdly spread in his lap.

“So pretty.” He gathers from where you’re wet and drags fingers around your lips, avoiding your clit, leaving it cold and aching. He surprises you with his middle finger sinking inside, holding you in the palm of his hand.

You try to get control again, grabbing his other hand, wanting to bring it where you need it most.

“Uh-uh,” he says, over the ruse and wanting to be in control.

“You said I should show you,” you say, breathless.

“I changed my mind,” he protests.

His two fingers pushed up inside pull out and drag up with pressure out of your entrance and over your clit, then back down the same path before sinking them deep inside again. Again and again he does this, feeling the deepest part inside you and rubbing over your sensitive clit, until your knees are buckling again.

He uses his free hand to open them more forcefully, keeping you exposed.

Now, just the pads of two fingers brushing over you, not too fast or slow, just the right speed to be squirming beneath him as he whispers filthy praises in your ear.

Can feel his cock pressing into your back as he rolls his hips into you.

You turn over, one step from mounting him, eager to get his cock inside before he halts your hips.

“More of this,” he says, fingers still working on you. You move a little closer, straddling his thigh.

You reach down to pull his cock from his sweatpants, grazing fingertips over his cock. At least, what you can reach from this height. He jolts at the gentle touch, using his free hand to grip your hip.

You moan at the way his skillful fingers move on you. You lower yourself onto the bare skin of his thigh so you can properly grasp him and relax your body. He groans at the first full stroke of his cock.

You reach to the bedside table for a bottle of lube and pour drops over his shaft. You spread yourself over his thigh as you stroke him, finding your hips beginning to roll. He wastes no time and snatches the bottle to pour over the estate you’ve claimed on his leg, making everything that much more slippery.

Your eyes roll back from the friction his warm, muscular thigh provides. It covers, rubs, and presses against every centimeter of your pussy.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” you manage through shaky breaths.

You keep your strokes even and strong, pushing down on his balls and letting his tip drag through your fingertips, hand gliding over him. His head falls backward.

“Stop,” he moans, removing your hand from his cock. He exhales, so close already. His tip is dripping. Leaking and red. So hot to see him this way, hungry and eager. “Why is your hand so much better than mine?” He pants, letting go of your wrists. He pulls your arms over his shoulders.

He takes a break, placing both hands on your hips and watching you. You grind on his leg, sliding back and forth on his smooth skin.

“Does that feel so good?” he taunts.

You can only nod and grind your hips faster. He flexes his leg, pushing up, and the pressure builds in your belly.

Mischievous laugh. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Just like this?” He taunts, slowly palming himself again. It’s sexy. You’ve hardly ever seen him touch himself like this with eyes locked on you. The images he gives fuel you.

You match your hips with his stroke, drag your lips between your teeth and let it wash over you, moaning as it pulses through you. He gives your ass a spank when you come.

You dismount him with shaky legs and he lays you flat on your back, still palming himself at the sight of you. You take over again, twisting and turning your wrist over him, loving having control of him like this.

He reaches between your legs and fingers, still giving your oversensitive pussy attention. The stroking is lewd. Lubed and wet. His eyes are glued to your hand, enjoying himself.

“Baby_” he moans. “Baby, I’m gonna come, fuck,” and his fingers go still inside you.

White ropes of cum spill over your tits and tummy again and again as you stroke and wring him dry. He pants and spreads the cum with his fingers, painting your chest and swirling it over your nipples. He presses his fingers to your lips and groans as you suck them clean.

He lies next to you and kisses you, grabbing some clothing nearby to wipe you up.

He lays his head on your chest. “Missed you,” he says, one more gentle peck.

“Missed you,” you reply.

He spoons behind you as you both come down, looking out the window.

“Of all the things I thought we might do today… this was not on the list. We hardly got your pants off,” you joke.

“Well, we have plenty of time before sunrise.”

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hydrangeyes · 6 months

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Valentines day scenarios

So if you don't know, Yes this already existed, my old account was deleted (accident but I can tell I won't be getting it back), and am reposting my old x male reader works!

I don't know if I saved all of them but here is one that was saved to my AO3 account.

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Edit Nov.8.2023: I forgot just how much I was into Bnha/Mha, Like going through google docs I had 130 + fic ideas listed out (Like HUH???)

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Aizawa:

“Mh.”

“Mhm.”

(You both stayed in bed and then later Aizawa surprised you with cooking dinner AND washing the dishes. You absolutely dick him down afterwards)

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Hizashi:

Okay pretend covid didn’t happen-

“Hiza guess what I have~”

“Hm?~”

“2 tickets to [insert shared fav band], they’re playing tonight!~”

“Y/N!! So did I!!!”

The both of you hunt for a double date (only to kinda ditch them later) and are absolutely loud gremlins during the whole road trip and show.

(Rough outdoor sex abit away from the crowds??? Thrusts matching the beat and you both laugh about that later)

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Hawks:

“I’m pampering you today.”

“W-wha? Y/n shouldn’t it be-”

“No. Shut up. First order is cuddles and massaging your wings.”

“O-oh okay 😳”

(Your spoiling him rotten. If he has to work, watch you call them up and say get bent before hanging up. Today you have the excuse to finally wreck hawks with absolute care and fluff)

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Toshinori:

“Ah~ this onsen is the best~”

“It issss~ we can order whatever after even.”

“Really!? 🥺”

“Mhm, I um, asked them to make something special just for you 👉👈”

(Idk why writing him is so hard)

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Tomura:

“Today’s Valentines day right?”

“Uh huh, yeah it is.”

“And your working.”

“Um I didn’t think you cared for holidays to be honest…”

“…..”

“….”

“Any day that you can fully give all your attention to me is one we are celebrating.”

“Heh okay- Woah!”

“I’m not getting off your lap until you call your shitty boss and tell him you’re off today- no. The rest of the week”

(I love the thought that tomura demands your attention/is bratty once he knows without a doubt you’re actually dating.)

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Dabi:

“….”

“No.”

“Oh come on dabi!”

“No. Nope. Fuck that.”

“Atleast accept the chocolate I made?”

“….you..made me chocolate?”

“Of course! I was thinking of buying you alot of presents and flowers but I think you’d like me making you something more”

“….hand them over.”

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Gang orca:

It’s just horny all day sorry. Telling me if he was off this day and maybe doesn’t have work the next he wouldn’t spend it absolutely wrecking y/n? Like in a sexy way or non sexy? Pls.

Out of any character besides the obvious ones I feel like he’s eating any type of treat that he can off of you. Round 5? Break time, cuddle bath bubbles, champagne or wine, oil massages at home horny “I love you and miss you and need you” sex. The day ends with you both exhausted because fuck all else you wrecked him too.

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Denki:

I’m a simp. I’m sorry I love him so much. Anyway

“Babe, babe wake up.”

“Hm?”

“You have the hardest morning wood right now and I want to lick chocolate off if it.”

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Brain starting to crash so this is all I got for now lol

#male reader #x male reader #Bhna x male reader

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xxlady-lunaxx · 7 months

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I'm sorry for this | {Kokuzan}

Theme: Fluff + Angst

Note: The stupid wheel chose this to be fluffy angst of holidays and execution so let's see how this plays out 💀 I'm sad bc idk what to write-

Demons usually don't give a single fuck about holidays. They're just stupid days that humans use as excuses to take off of work or school or whatever. Sometimes celebrations that leave them drunk and wasted. Easy prey. But sometimes demons did celebrate them. Although, not exactly celebrate as much as acknowledge. This was one of those times.

It was a silly little holiday. Valentine's day. The one that people meet up, give chocolates and flowers and gifts. Typical lovey-shit. But this time Muzan decided to 'celebrate' it as well, which was extremely unexpected of him. As nearly nobody knew, he was dating Kokushibo, his oldest (if you ignored the traitor Tamayo), strongest, and his personal favorite demon. He didn't know what to do, so all he did was put some nicer clothes on—the ones he had on before were drenched in blood. Then he went in search of Kokushibo. He found him quickly and demanded that the Uppermoon must come with him somewhere. For Valentine's day. Kokushibo agreed. He had forgotten that 80% of the time, people do things with ulterior motives.

Muzan and Kokushibo traveled for a little, walking and teleporting equally until they reached this one site. It was old. Very old. There was the remains of a building left there, and besides that there were just trees for miles and miles. "Eh, Master, what is this place?" Kokushibo hummed, confused.

Muzan said nothing and just nodded for Kokushibo to keep going. They went inside the pit of the broken down building and sat on these makeshift chairs they made by stacking up the rocks. Then Muzan said, "Kokushibo. Do you trust me?"

"Huh-? Yes, yes I do," Kokushibo said, more confused than ever.

"Good." Muzan pondered how to go through with this when he had an idea. "Okay, uh... Here," he said, holding out some flowers he'd messily snatched on the way there.

Kokushibo took them, surprised. "Oh! Thank you," he said, a small, teasing smile playing on his lips.

Muzan ignored it, feeling slightly flushed. Then he cleared his throat. "Uh.. If you want you can.. have some of my blood? It will make you stronger too," he said quietly.

Kokushibo thought his mind was playing tricks on him. "Really??" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, sure, of course," Muzan said, stumbling over his words.

Kokushibo waited for Muzan to hold out his hand and drop blood into his mouth or whatever, but it didn't happen. He cocked his head, confused, when Muzan realized he should clarify. He tapped his neck and Kokushibo looked at him, perplexed. "Ah.. could you explain, please?" he asked.

"Oh. Uhm. Just- Just bite my neck," Muzan said awkwardly. He quickly added, "ONLY because I don't feel like puncturing myself. That's it."

"Right, okay," Kokushibo said nervously, standing up. Muzan did as well and then sat on the stone tabler, waiting. Kokushibo placed his mouth on the side of Muzan's neck and gently bit down, drawing blood. He didn't take much and tried to do the least damage, wanting to make sure Muzan wouldn't get angry or something. He quickly sat back down as his body processed the blood that slowly flowed through his veins and strengthened him. He tried not to make a sound as the blood caused pain throughout his body before it settled. Kokushibo looked up and saw Muzan, still on the table, covering his mouth and flushed.

Kokushibo was confused at this, but said nothing as the pain started subsuding. Muzan continued looking flustered, his face slowly burying in his hands. Eventually, Kokushibo was able to speak again and he cleared his throat. "I.. Thank you, Master," he mumbled.

Muzan nodded slowly and took a deep breath, then slid off the table. He walked over to Kokushibo and promptly sat on the Uppermoon's lap, uncaring of what Kokushibo thought of this. It was certainly a surprise and Muzan's demon was very flustered at this action, not having expected it.

The play of small affection continued through the night for a while. Eventually Kokushibo completely forgot about dawn and only just enjoyed his time with Muzan who was playing his role carefully. Now, only a few minutes till dawn, Muzan said, "Kokushibo.. do you trust me?"

Remembering the words, Kokushibo nodded quickly. "Yes, I do."

Muzan nodded. "Good," he said, the same as before. "Kokushibo, stand here and close your eyes. If you feel warm, it's not the sun, okay? I promise," he said, with so much conviction Kokushibo didn't question this. He just nodded and closed his eyes, standing still.

Muzan nodded then went to kiss Kokushibo but realized he was too short to reach him properly so he went over and stood on a stone. He places his lips on Kokushibo's and then pulled apart. Kokushibo had been surprised by this but smiled at it.

He heard the sound of scraping stone and figured Muzan was just moving the rocks around a little to get through it more easily. Eventually he heard the sounds of footsteps and they seemed to get a little more quiet with each step. "Master?"

Muzan's voice sounded a little more distant as he called back, "One minute, I'll be ready in one minute. You can open your eyes in one minute, when I say so, okay?"

Kokushibo hummed his agreement and waited. One minute later, he felt a strange sensation. It was warmth, a weird warmth. One he didn't like one bit. He heard Muzan shouting that he could open his eyes. And he did. And he realized Muzan had set him up to.. kill him. The sun rose above him and he went to turn to find a way where he could hide but he found he was surrounded in every other side by rocks, the rocks Muzan had moved earlier. Where there were no rocks was rope tied around to make it harder to climb through them, and above him were more rocks which were tilted in a precarious way.

"Why..?" he mumbled. "WHY!!"

He vaguely heard Muzan saying, "I'm sorry for this, Kokushibo. But it's for my sake. Besides, you trust me, no?" before he crumbled to dust.

Muzan sighed as he hid from the sun. He did like it, being with Kokushibo, but he couldn't risk Kokushibo turning into Yoriichi, so he did this. He had to. It was a necessary precaution.

He turned away and walked off as if nothing had happened.

{Word count: 1086}

My sister's mad at me for writing this I think 💀 She's shitting on Muzan now- I was saying he used the sun to feel less guilty but she took none of it and said that nobody cares. She just said "Seriously, Muzan, you could've killed him on a different holiday!! Seriously, nobody cares about your stupid fears!! You're literally the worst boyfriend ever!! 🙄"

I'M LAUGHING THE WAY SHE ACTS SO SASSY WHEN SHE SAYS THINGS LIKE THIS AHAHAHAH

Anyways bye 🫠 I tried but imo I failed at writing this but who cares anymore 😋

watch me just continue to repost my wattpad work on tumblr-

i should stop doing that ngl

#kokuzan #angst #valentines day fsr #hi what am i doing-#sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #uppermoons #demon slayer #kny #fluff #demons

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maxtothemax · 3 months

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Be My Valentine

Just some Zipper and River being cute and queerplatonic on Valentine's Day.

Zipper probably would've ignored Valentine’s Day if it wasn't for River. To them, the holiday was just a dumb excuse for couples to do gross, romantic stuff with each other and shove it in everyone else’s faces. But River thought of it more as celebrating all kinds of love, especially friendship. When he was a kid, he loved exchanging little cards with the other kids at the Foundation and getting candy—which was something, of course, that Zipper never really got to experience. Zipper had to admit, River’s version of Valentine’s Day sounded a lot nicer than everyone else’s take on it. The idea of celebrating it with River, just as friends, sounded kinda fun.

And yet they felt inexplicably nervous as they sat on the couch with their gift for him, waiting for him to get home from work. The gift was stuffed unceremoniously into the only gift bag they could find, with the edges peeking out, and even though River wasn't even here yet, they already felt self-conscious about the whole thing. They weren't sure if he was going to like it, and they probably should’ve gotten something to actually wrap it with while they were out, and he probably didn't get them a big gift, either, so what if this made him feel bad?

They took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. It's fine, you're good, don't overthink it. Then they heard the key in the front door, and their heart rate skyrocketed anyway.

River appeared in the doorway a minute later, holding a brown paper bag. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Zipper shoved the gift bag behind their back and smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” they said, eyeing the bag in River’s arms. “Is that for me?”

“Yep!” He sat down and dug around in the bag before producing a small red envelope. He presented it to them with a grin on his face.

They opened the envelope and slid out the card. On the front was a cartoony picture of a bird. You make my heart sing! it said across the top. They laughed. “Aww, that's corny.”

River was almost bouncing with excitement. “Open it!”

The text in the card just said Happy Valentine’s Day! Underneath, in River’s handwriting, it said, To my best friend in the whole world! I love you! Love (again), River.

A warm feeling flooded Zipper’s chest. They didn't know what to say, so they went with, “Aw, thanks, River.”

He beamed, and then deposited the paper bag in their lap. Inside were multiple bags of sour gummies. “I got all your favorites,” he said.

They gasped. “Even the sour gummy bears!” Those were always sold out when Zipper went to look for them.

He shrugged, trying to look humble. “I got lucky.”

They put the bag aside on the coffee table. His gift was so nice, and it made them even more nervous about theirs. “I got you something, too.” They couldn't make eye contact as they shoved the gift bag towards him. “Sorry about the wrapping. But you said you didn't have any Valentinesy clothes to wear, so …”

It was pretty obvious what was in the bag, but River politely took out the card wedged in the side first. It had a cartoon picture of a fish on it that said, You're my favorite fish in the sea, except Zipper crossed out the word sea and wrote river instead. On the inside they just signed their name. River laughed. “Aww, that's cute, thank you!” Then he turned to the bag, and Zipper couldn’t look.

He gasped as he pulled the sweater out of the bag. It was loosely-knit and light pink—not the type of thing River would usually wear, but something that Zipper thought (hoped) he might like. Out of the corner of their eye, they watched him hold it up in front of him. “Oh, it’s so cute!” Almost immediately, he pulled it on, his blond head popping out from the neck. He beamed at them. “I love it!”

They grinned, feeling relieved. They were worried it wouldn’t fit, but the sleeves fell past River’s wrists; it was perfectly oversized. He looked adorable in it, and Zipper found themself blushing as they rubbed the back of their neck. “Yeah, I just saw it at the thrift store and thought …”

“I’m gonna go look in the mirror.” River practically leapt off the couch and rushed to the bedroom. Zipper laughed as they trailed behind him. He was acting like a little kid; he hardly ever got this excited.

In the bedroom, River twisted in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the sweater. He smiled at their reflection behind him. “This is so sweet.” He hugged himself, then twirled around to face them. “Thank you, Zipper! Can I hug you?”

They nodded, and he embraced them. They rested their chin on his shoulder and inhaled. “You smell like thrift store.”

“Oh, yeah. I’ll have to wash it, I guess.” He squeezed them before pulling away. “This is so nice.”

“It looks cute on you.”

The compliment made him blush. “Thanks.” His eyes flickered away in embarrassment, but then settled back on Zipper. “Can I kiss you?”

They nodded, and they felt their own face flush as he gently took their face in his hands and kissed their cheeks. “You’re very excited today,” they murmured, letting their eyes flutter shut.

His thumbs brushed their cheeks. “Well, I like Valentine’s Day—and I like you.” He paused, then quickly added, “As a friend, of course.”

“Of course.” They’d been over that enough times; Zipper trusted River to be honest about his feelings. They settled their hands on his waist. “I’m glad you’re having fun.”

They felt his lips curve into a smile against their cheek. “And I’m glad you’re here to celebrate with me.”

They couldn’t help rolling their eyes. “You’re so sappy.” But, when his lips finally wandered over to theirs, they gladly kissed him back.

#they speak #zipper & river #oc: river #zipper the bird #wip: on the wing #these two make me so 🥺💞💖💘#(also i absolutely did not proofread so if you saw typos no you didn't <3)#valentine's day #i hope everyone has a lovely day #i personally will be over in the corner sobbing about these two

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night-market-if · 2 years

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I really love your story, but

Rat's character is antisemitic. He has a long hooked nose, and he's basically a "deal guy" who accepts money for info that he knows could be used to do bad things, and he wears rags? He can't speak English properly? He's just like the evil queen's "old woman" disguise, another antisemitic design and concept. I've been really enjoying your story so far, and I know you probably don't mean to do this, but I'd appreciate if this was changed (Rat's appearance).

To add onto this, I'd like to point out the problematic elements of Gabriel's character. He's black, but he's also (sort of) a slaver?? I am black, and this was very hurtful. He profits off of and is loyal to a system that enslaves sentient beings. He's basically a (magic) cop, which comes across as insensitive when taking into account how black people have historically been abused by police. And if you take into account his blue eyes (a trait that white people have added to black characters in an attempt to make them more "desirable") it's just very...hurtful, as well as how he values "manners and grace" (something white people use as an excuse to hate on black people for our use of aave). It's legitimately hurtful and exhausting to read him, despite him being my favorite character, because of this.

These are just things I've noticed, and it makes me feel so alienated as a black fan, despite really enjoying your story.

So I completely want to respond and address your concerns, but I'm not sure if it will be helpful to you or not.

First, let's address Rat. Maybe I didn't make it clear at the end of that short, and it is certainly something that will come into play in the next chapter if he is saved, but everything about him was not true. When the hood was taken back, he was just a boy. Like most things in the Night Market, things are not as they seem. Rat, is showcasing this, hopefully. I understand that you believe this disguise to have problematic themes to something antisemitic, and I of course am not going to sit here and tell you that what you think and feel is wrong, I do not believe I should change his appearance based on this, however. I have not demonized these traits. I have no even called them bad or said that anyone considers this character to be a problem within the Night Market. In fact, if you listen to how others speak of him, he is considered a helpful character. To completely avoid these types of characterizations is not a way to help with these discussions, either. I have Jewish family members. We celebrate Jewish holidays within my home. I can guarantee that none of them would have a problem with what I have written.

As for Gabriel, I am sorry that you feel alienated with this. I apologize for that. I have given a lot of thought to his characterization, in fact. I have given a lot of thought to the role that I put him in. And I stand by it. There are going to be things that come up within the story that deal with this. Of course, I am not going to let the idea of slavery just fall to the background of the story. I specifically put a warning within the first page of the demo though, stating that there may be some things that are triggering to readers. I was predominately speaking of this. It is a touchy subject. It is a subject that has been brought to the attention of many who did not think racism was a problem anymore. These last few years have shed light onto a problem within our society that most do not want to think or see, but need to in order to better understand and help those marginalized within society. I was part of the Black Rights movement within my community a few years ago. I supported them every way I could. I opened discussion to my children on how we needed to acknowledge this instead of historically shoving it aside. I completely understand how Gabriel, being in the position he is in, can be triggering. I also want to point out for full transparency that Hazel is essentially getting the more marginalized members within the bail blocks out in secret. All of this was not done without thinking about what this narrative would mean, and it was also not done in an intent to hurt. But there is a story to be told here that should absolutely make others, especially white cis men and women, uncomfortable. Gabriel is in no way a slaver in this. Nor, is anyone who is bought, indentured to who bought them. They go home at night. They live their life. However, like within anything in society, there are people who are not going to follow the rules. Who are going to take advantage of that. That is what we will be addressing. As for the blue eyes portion, I am not sure where that is coming from. I will have to go back and look at his early descriptions, because he does have grey eyes. Which is also for a reason.

Anon, I completely understand where you are coming from. I do get how this can be triggering. And anyone who is triggered by these events, should not be reading the Night Market. But, I do stand by my story and my character for the time being. If the Night Market ends and there is nothing that deals with these concepts, that is where I am in the wrong. If I am condoning slavery, that is where I am wrong. If I am condoning characters being marginalized for their skin and their orientation, that is where I am wrong. But we do have this in our history. It is an ugly part of our history that we cannot erase. Whether Gabriel was black, white or Asian, someone was going to have a problem with this.

Again, I am sorry for the discomfort. I am also sorry that this was triggering. Please believe that I do think about these things. The content you have is a single chapter. There is more to come. There is a bigger story to be told. And I will not be changing characters traits or skin colors. I cannot do that each time an ask comes in from someone who has been triggered by a description I have written. I understand if this makes you quit reading my story, and I do not blame or fault you for that.

Sincerely,

Zinnia

EDIT: There was a lovely follow up by the anon. I would like to take that opportunity though to discuss race and other themes within the Night Market. Link to follow up post here

#the night market #anon asks #discussion about race

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙱𝚎 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

The group enters the Winchester house and the woman, minus Theo, laugh.

"So, Theo, what was uh...what was all that back at the restaurant?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, you’re making us worried" Dean says.

"Ah...I-I thought I saw something. I'm sure it's nothing"

"Well, I had a lovely birthday. Thank you. Good night"

"Good night" Jessica, Carmen and Eddie says in unison.

“Good night" Theo says, Bonnie in her arms now asleep, her head resting against Theo’s shoulder.

"Night. Mom" Sam turns to the others "Yeah, well I'm beat" Sam turns to Jess "Ready to turn in?"

"Sure"

"All right. Good night, guys"

"Yeah, we better to" Dean says to Carmen.

“Yeah, we better get Bonnie home too.” Eddie says, nodding to them.

"Wait a second. Wait a second. Come on, it's not even nine o'clock yet. Let's uh...Let's have a drink or something. Eddie, you can take Bonnie home and I’ll be back later?"

"Yeah, maybe another time" Dean says.

"Come on, guys. Look at us. Huh? We all have wives and a husband on our arms, I have a daughter You're engaged. Let's go celebrate" There's an awkward silence. Sam turns to Jess, Carmen and Eddie.

"Guys, can you excuse us? We just want to talk to out sister for a sec" Sam asks, smiling to them.

"Sure"

"Thanks"

“I’ll get her.” Eddie says, holding his arms out to Theo to take Bonnie. Theo gently passes Bonnie over to Eddie, and the girl instantly lays her head on her dad’s shoulder.

"Come on, Carmen, Eddie" The three leave the room and Sam and Dean turns to Theo.

"Come here" Sam says and walks to the other side of the living room, Dean following.

"What?" Theo says, following.

"Okay. What's gotten into you?" Dean asks,

"What do you mean?"

"I mean this whole warm, fuzzy ecstasy-trip thing"

"I'm just happy for you, Sammy, De"

"Yeah, right. That's another thing. Since when do you call us Sammy and De? Theo, come on. We don't talk outside of holidays”

"We don't? Well, we should. I mean, you’re my brothers"

"You're out sister?" Theo laughs.

"Yeah"

"You know, that's what you said when you snaked my ATM card, or when you bailed on my graduation, or when you hooked up with Michael Monroe"

"Who?" Theo asks.

"Uh, my best friend. On prom night, having also ditched your prom date the same night."

"What about when we had that fight. We gave each other bruises" Dean says.

"Yeah, that does kinda sound like me. Well, hey guys, I'm sorry about all that" Theo walks towards Sam and Dean who backs away. “Look, I’m different from then. I have a daughter now, I-I’m better.”

"No that, look, that's all-right Theo, I-I just...You know we're not asking you to change. W-we just, uh, we don't know, I... guess we just don't really have anything in common. You know?" Theo blinks and the brothers starts to walk away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Yes, we do. Yes, we do" Theo laughs.

"What?" The two ask in unison.

"Hunting"

"Hunting? We've never been hunting in our life, Theo"

"Yeah, well, then we should go it sometimes. I... I think you'd be great at it" Sam and Dean starts to walk away.

"Get some rest" Dean says turning around. They walk away and leaves Theo in the living room.

Theo is sitting on the sofa in her house, thinking, furrowed brow. Eddie walks into the room, holding two beer bottles, handing one out to his Theo.

"My favourite. I guess you know me pretty well"

"'Fraid so. You all, right?"

"Sammy, De and I... We don't get along"

"Well, you don't really spend a lot of time together. I mean, I just think you don't know each other all that well. I think they only ever come down to see Bonnie"

"Hm"

"For the record. They don't know what they're missing"

"I can fix things with them. I can make it up to them. To everyone"

"Okay. What's gotten into you lately?"

"This isn't gonna make a lick of sense to you. But I kind of feel like I've been given a second chance. And I don't wanna waste it"

"You're right, that doesn't make any sense-" Theo leans in and kisses Eddie.

"You know, I get it"

"Get what?" Eddie asks.

"Why you're the one"

"Well?" She kissed him again "Whatever's gotten into you...I like it" They begin to kiss "Ohhh...come on! Don't do this to me now. I've gotta get ready for work" He gets off the couch, leaving Theo sitting with her hands as if he was still between them "You got to work now?"

"I told you. I've got the night shifts on Thursday" Theo gets up.

"You work night at the, uh..." Later, Eddie is standing by the closet, taking out scrubs. Theo stands in the doorway.

"...Hospital. I'm dating a nurse. That is so...respectable" Theo says to herself. Eddie smiles at her words. Theo looks at her...well butt probably, and takes a sip of beer. Later, Theo is sat on the couch, outing her feet on the table, drinking beer and watching TV.

"The olive oil must have a purpose here"

"Yeah"

"Yeah?" The woman says.

"I'll take the olive oil and we'll just put am just a touch of olive oil, okay? That's all"

"Oh"

"Can't make any mistakes with this machine. Now, for liquid, I could use water but I'm gonna use a little spinach -" Theo changed the channel to the stock market, cartoon, and then the news. On the TV is a land plane and a reporter.

"And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424" This gets Theo's attention and she leans forward as she continues to watch "Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the hundred and eight people who lost their lives..."

"No, no. I stopped that crash" Later, Theo is front of his laptop reading headlines that relate cases she had solved.

Indianapolis Sun, December 5TH, 2005 - FLIGHT 424 CRASHES, 108 DEAD; Tragedy shocks the nation, as emergency crews continue to search rubble

Nine Children Comatose; ... Mystery illness baffles doctors at Dane County Hospital

Parents mutilated in bed.; ...Brutal double homicide in quiet residential area causes shock

GIRL DROWNS IN HOTEL POOL; Mother devastated after discovering daughter drowned

Theo catches a glimpse of a passing figure, a woman in white; She gets up to see what it is. Later, she opens her bedroom closet door and sees several male corpses, hanging. She hears a sound and turns around to see another male, with a wound in his head, flickering in front of her. She pants, looking shocked, and turns back around to the closet - to see nothing out of the ordinary.

Theo is standing by John's grave.

"All of them. Everyone that you saved, everyone Sammy, Dean and I saved. They're all dead. And there's this woman, that's haunting me. I don't know why. I don't know what the connection is, not yet anyway. It's like my old life is, is coming after me or something. Like it like it doesn't want me to be happy. Course I know what you'd say. Well, not the you that played softball but... "So go hunt the Djinn. He put you here, it can put you back. Your happiness for all those people's lives, no contest. Right?" But why? Why is it my job to save these people? Why do I have to be some kind of hero?" Theo begins to cry while talking, her voice cracking "What about us, huh? What, Mom's not supposed to live her life, Sammy's and De’s not supposed to get married? I’m not supposed to be married and have a daughter? Why do we have to sacrifice everything, Dad?" There's a small pause "It's..." Theo's lips tremble. Silence. Tears begins to falls on Theo's cheek "Yeah." Theo wipes the tears on her cheeks. She turns around and walks away.

Sam wakes up to a noise. He stands up and goes to Dean’s room, but before he knocks it opens and Dean comes out. He shushes Sam and the go down the stairs, quietly, Dean with a bat in his hand. The two stops in the doorway, leaning looking into the living room. He sees the window open and under it, someone is in one of the cabinets. Dean shushes Sam and points to the cabinet. Dean goes in, swinging. The person gets up and counterattacks, throwing him on the floor.

"That was so easy, I'm embarrassed for you" Theo says as she breaths.

"Theo? What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asks. Theo gets up, letting Dean get up off the floor. They stand in front of the window.

"I was looking for beer" Theo says.

"In the China cabinet?" Dean asks. Sam goes to turn on the light and the box with their parent' silverware is on the floor, open.

"That's Mom's silver" Sam says.

"Guys"

"What, you...you broke into the house...to steal Mom's silver?"

"It's not what it looks like. Ok, I don't have a choice"

"Oh really? Why? What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?" Dean says.

"You want the truth?"

"Yeah, yeah we do" Theo shrugs.

"I owe somebody money"

"Who?"

"A bookie. I lost big on a game, I gotta bring him the cash tonight"

"I can't believe we're even related" Sam says. Theo looks down. “I can’t believe you’d do something so stupid, that could get your daughter involved too.”

"Guys, I'm sorry"

"Yeah" Dean says quietly.

"I'm sorry that we don't get along. And I wish to hell I could stay and fix it. But I gotta do this. People's lives depend on it" She turns around and takes a knife from the box.

"What are you talking about, Theo?" Sam says.

"Nothing. Forget it. Just uh...hey, tell Mom I love her" Sam and Dean frowns, seeing that something is up. Dean goes for the door.

"Theo" Dean says and Theo turns around,

"I'll see you, Sammy, De" She walks out the door, taking one last look at the house and the boys. Sam and Dean stands in the living room where Theo left them, confused.

Theo is sitting in the car, engine going, thinking. Suddenly the passenger and back door opens and Sam and Dean gets into the car.

"Get out of the car"

"We're going with you" Dean says from the passenger seat.

"You're just gonna slow me down"

"Tough" Sam says.

"This is dangerous and you two could get hurt"

"Yeah, and so could you, Theo"

"Guys-"

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that"

"I don't understand. Why are you doing this?" Theo asks. The boys sigh.

"Because your still out sister"

"Assholes"

"W-hat are you calling us assholes for?"

"You two supposed to say jerk and bitch"

"What?" Dean asks.

"Never mind" She puts the Impala in gear and they drive off. A few hours pass and Dean looks down on a bag on the seat between him and Theo.

"What's in the bag?" Dean sighs.

"Nothin'" she says. Sam leans forwards, looking at the bag.

"Nothin'?" Sam says.

"Yeah, nothin'"

"Fine" Dean grabs the bag and begins to open it "You don't wanna do that"

"Oh really?" Dean takes out what was in the bag, showing it's a container of blood.

"What the hell is this?" Sam asks, looking at the container.

"Blood" Sam seems upset.

"Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Theo! What the hell is it doing here?"

"You don't really wanna know" Theo says.

"No, we-we do really wanna know, we really, really, do" Dean says.

"Yeah, well you're gonna find out sooner or later. I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood"

"You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?"

"Because there's this creature. A Djinn. And I have to hunt it"

"Okay, um...stop the car" Dean says.

"I know how it sounds"

"Great. Just...stop the car"

"It's the truth, Guys. All right, there are things out there in the dark. There - there - there are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will"

"Look, we wanna help you, all right. I-I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so, I ... just -"

"I wish" Sam picks up his phone and starts dialling a number. Theo rolls down her window, grabs Sam's phone and throws it out, doing the same with Dean's phone, then she rolls the window up.

"What the hell was that, Theo? That was our phones!"

"I'm not going to a rubber room, Guys. And we have work to do"

"What? We were just trying to help you out, Theo. We don't, we don't want you to get yourself hurt"

"What? You two protect me?"

"Yeah!" They say in unison. Theo laughs.

"Oh, that's hilarious. Why don't you two just sit tight and try not to get us both killed" Theo starts the radio and music blares out.

Theo looks over at Sam and Dean who are asleep. She picks up her flashlight and shines it on Sam and Dean's face, waking up with a startle.

"Where are we?" Dean asks.

"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore" Theo chuckles at the two. When there's no reaction the smile dies "Illinois"

"And you think something's in there?" Sam says.

"I know it is" Later, Sam, Dean and Theo are walking in, flashlight in Theo's hand.

"See? There's nothing here, Theo" She starts walking down the hallway. Sam and Dean closely follows behind.

"Look, Eddie's gotta be worried sick about you, Theo. Come on, let- let's just go" There's a sudden sound.

"Shh!" She speaks. There's more sounds and the boys start to take it seriously.

"What the hell is that?" Dean asks.

"Stay behind me and keep your mouths shut" The three approaches a big room full of bodies hanging from the ceiling. There are drained blood bags hanging next to one of the bodies.

"What the hell?" Sam says. Theo looks further to the right and sees the woman she's been seeing. They approach her and there's another blood bag next to her, filled with blood. Her eyes are open, but she looks close to dead.

"It's her" Dean looks at the bag and her wrists that are tied, just like the others. She begins to moan and whimper.

"Theo, what's going on?"

"Shh!" She says and grabs the two. The Djinn comes out and when it comes out from behind a wall and walks up behind the woman, the three are gone. The woman is sobbing.

"Where's my dad?" She cry's "I won't tell" She says looking at the Djinn "Don't" She moves her feet away from the Djinn while Dean, Sam and Theo are hidden. She continues to cry "Where's my dad" The Djinn toucher her face.

"Sleep" As he stokes her cheeks some blue flares go over it. The Djinn's eyes glow bright blue "Sleep...sleep" Her head falls forward, eyes still open and her feet relaxes, falling forward again. The Djinn rests his face against her arms, touching her right arm and breathing heavily, eyes closed. He then goes for the blood bag, pulls out one straw and puts it to his mouth, drinking her blood. Sam sees this and gags in disgust. The Djinn hears, and turns around right away; its eyes flash blue and he begin to move towards their hiding place. When he gets there, the three are gone.

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okay so it’s not my business and i guess i get it for newcomers to this site to see a name and assume it’s the actual celebrity but it always makes me laugh when i see those types of asks 🤣 anyways

hello again winnie! so about universal studios yes it is a theme park but it has backlots and sets where shows are filmed so it has two types of tours. one comes with the park (the studio tour) where it takes you around the backlot and you see different sets where movies were filmed like back to the future and it doubles as two rides with king kong and fast&furious. one of the best things about the park tbh. the one that costs extra is the vip tour and they walk you around the park and take you to warehouses where set pieces are kept and you don’t have to wait in the lines as much. if you ever go i’d recommend going during halloween just because they do extra but either way the food is good and makes it worth the price. i used to work there and i may have access to some leftover tickets if you’re interested!

&yes! it is so good i’m only on s3 but castle and casket have me in a chokehold. though now i wish i had watched aos since you seem to like it more 😅 so please lmk!

well now i’m jealous i wanted to play the violin and yes i play the flute and saxophone. also want to learn how to play the harp. i love the sound, like it seems so calming. so you’ve done recitals? did you enjoy them? sorry to hear that you were forced to play instruments you never wanted to but i have to admit that i laughed at the side comment 😆

i try to listen to a bit of everything but mainly r&b and pop. i like rock music and i’ve been getting into classical too. it makes nice background noise when i’m making edits.

what about sports? and movies? what are your favorite foods and are you looking forward to the upcoming holidays?

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Hi there 👋 it's funny to see there's actually newcomers and people are trying to figure out how the site works. But actually we don't know how this shit works half the time because it's not actually functioning most of the time 🤣

That sounds amazing 😍 I'll be sure to visit next time I'm in the area. I've always wonder what it's like to work in a theme park, I've seen so many people working over at Disneyland during the summers in uni. But I just didn't think I'm right for the job, can't stand the heat/ sun and generally not a cheery person. But people seems to have lots of fun. Just wondering though, do your tickets have expiry dates 😅

Omg now that you're on s3, can we talk about the s2 finale?!!!!! It always had me in tears 😭😭😭😭 they could've been together right then & there. I mean I get it, they're kinda the main couple, so the writers had to drag out their relationship for multiple seasons to come. But still talk about bad timing 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 also, s2 is probably one of my fav, especially the 2 episodes case tick tick tick & boom 😍 there're gonna be some iconic scenes in s3, not gonna spoil it for you.

Do I like aos more than castle?! I don't think so. I just happened to be obsessing with AoS when I started giffing and I guess I got too comfortable, like I know the scenes, which ones work well with each other etc. Castle will always have a special place in my heart, and Kate Beckett is my first on screen idol, like nothing will quite live up to your first love. But aos did come close. Personally I was already really interested in this kind of black ops operation in the marvel movies and wished they had more screen time, and marvel turning it into a TV show is basically a dream come true. I just love Melinda May since ep 1, and has been relating to her since ep 2, and I don't think I've ever related to a character this much. Like female badasses are often written as cold and closed off with the excuse of a traumatic experience, and there's little depths to their characters, either because it's a movie or a series that didn't survive long enough for character devInnelopment. But with May, sure the tropes applied, but even early on you can see that she has a heart and that she cares very deeply. And that she smiles and play jokes secretly. Her whole quiet, stoic personality wasn't necessarily the outcome of the trauma, but more so just who she is, and it just felt very natural and genuine to me and I relate soooo much, and I guess her being Chinese helped with that too. Like it was from that moment I understand how important diversity and representation are to so many people.

This got kinda long, but you got me into talking about castle & aos so it's bound to happen. I would highly recommend aos if you like sci-fi & marvel. They had more tie-ins with the movies in s1-s3, but honestly the show got better when they kinda diverged from it and did their own thing. The writing is pretty mind blowing, and the fight scenes & cgi got better each season. It's ridiculous the amount of stuff they did in the timeframe they had. My personal favs are s1 & s4, s1 mostly for nostalgia and it was the world/ characters building season, s4 (maybe ep 9 forward) was simply phenomenal. S5 was mind blowing you'll probably have to watch it twice to understand everything 😅

Harp is such a beautiful instrument, but it's like huge and expensive. Where I live, very few people's apartments are big enough to store that. So it's a very rich people kind of instrument to us. And I have only listened to it in a handful of occasions. But I know more kids are learning it these days, because apparently piano is too basic 😒 The only recitals I've done are in competitions and exams and idk if it counts, and those are really stressful. But I do enjoy playing the piano in front of (non-judgy) friends & families where we just basically chill, usually people I play in front of know how to play it too so they wouldn't care if there's a slip or it's not perfect etc. It's more so sharing what pieces we were playing at the moment.

I would say violin could be way more complicated, but idk how it compares to playing the flute because I know it is hard to play the flute well too. But I think it wouldn't hurt to take some lessons and see if you like it or not.

I'm not really into sports, but I do like swimming and it's pretty much the only thing I did as a kid. I just love being in the water, it's so calming & cooling. Just the pools though, preferably indoors, the beach really isn't for me. I've always wanted to learn Kung Fu was a kid, like I can feel it in my blood, but my parents only made my younger brother who doesn't want to learn it to go to taekwondo lessons, and don't allow me to go. As a kid, I thought because it's not ladylike, but I found out years and years later it's because my parents saw that I was so good at it and I often fight with my brother (because he's an a**hole as a kid) and there's pretty much no fighting chance for my brother, so my parents wanted to equip him with some fighting skills. But jokes on them, he hates it and drops it after a couple lessons and I kinda resented them for that. It wasn't until in my early 20s that my dad suggested we take some lessons from a Thai boxing coach that his colleagues recommended, because I gained quite some weight after my weight loss rebound. My whole family went for the first couple of lessons, and the coach straight up asked if I have learnt wing chun (another type of Kung Fu) before because I punch like that style, and I said no I've never had any lessons, then I turned to my mum and said now you see how you've wasted a Kung Fu talent (kidding not kidding). I need to work on my cardio but I would say my instincts are pretty good, even more so as a kid, it got "duller" overtime because I often being called "over reactive" to stimuli (like getting hit/ touch accidentally by people/ objects).

I'm more of a TV show kind of person, especially those 20+ eps per season like how it used to be. There's more room for character development and more things for me to obsess over. Good movies are like a nice treat, but I watched it and moved on. Some of my favourite series are hp, Narnia, marvel, basically the ones I grew up with.

Favourite foods: Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Italian, French (mostly pastries & desserts)

We don't do much for Christmas but I've always loved my mum's gingerbreads. I used to look forward to Starbuck's peppermint mocha, but it has kinda been discontinued here for years. I actually went to a Starbucks while travelling in the states just to get peppermint mocha 🤣 I do love peppermint, in tea, sweets, chocolate, etc.

The bigger holiday we celebrate is actually Chinese new year a month later. My mum always makes all these traditional foods and snacks and they're so delicious, store bought ones, even the fanciest ones can't compare (especially the first 2 pics). It's like a lot of work. I'll just put in some pics for you in case you have no idea what I'm talking about 😅

And then there're ones that we just buy from the store.

Basically a lot of fried food 😅

I always say I don't talk much, but when asked the right questions I blab on and on about it, hope you don't mind.

Merry Christmas! 🎄

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