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Honey Girl. Chapter Six.

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Seven. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - You finally start to appreciate the happiness that having a soulmate brings.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption. so much fluff.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5k

Author's Note - the sixth installment!! thank you to everyone who voted in my poll - I listened, and decided to make this chapter as sweet as pie, because I think we all need it. it's nice to have a little break from the angst. just a liiiiittle break though. a tiny one. as always, thank you for all of your love and support and enthusiasm and patience and kindness towards this story. so much love for every one of you. <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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"Are you happy?"

You stretch your feet further into the sand and sit up, wiggling to get comfortable on the picnic blanket.

"That's a big question to start with."

Stella laughs and closes her notebook, deciding to take a different route than originally planned.

"I just mean... be honest with me. I'm not gonna be offended if you say no."

"Do you think I'm gonna say no?"

"Do you always have to answer my questions with questions?"

You tilt your head and watch her, smiling softly.

"I thought this was supposed to be an employee performance review."

"You're not my employee and you know it."

Both of you laugh, the sound whipped away by the sea breeze.

"Then what am I, Stella?" you chuckle.

"You're basically my partner. Come on, we've done all of this together. You helped me build this business from the ground up - I couldn't have done it without you."

You go to protest, so she continues.

"I think you should be. My partner, that is. Obviously there's logistics to work out, but it'd be fifty fifty. You and I, co-owners. It doesn't feel right to me that you're my 'employee'. I'm not your boss. We're equals."

Your mind is running a mile a minute, trying to process what Stella's asking of you. Being her business partner is an opportunity you know is rare and incredibly special - and it could potentially set you up for life - but you can't help but think about the fact it's a big commitment. About home. About Bucky.

"You don't have to answer me right now - I just want you to think about it. We always talked about opening up businesses of our own. I should have asked you to be my partner at the beginning, but honestly... I didn't know if you were gonna stick around. It kinda felt like you had one foot out the door when we started."

You take a deep breath, nodding.

"Yeah. I, uh - I think I did. Don't get me wrong, I was super excited, but the idea of moving away when I felt like I'd just got home was a lot to process. I'd just settled back there, and then I was gonna be packing up all of my stuff again and shipping myself across the country. "

"I didn't realise it was so tough for you, you know. I just assumed you wouldn't mind moving. I mean, you were always up for it, back at school."

"Things changed, after I graduated. I got home, and a couple of things happened and I guess it just... turned everything upside down. Home is different now. In a good way, I think."

"You're different now, too."

You look at her carefully, half attempting to read her mind.

"How do you mean?"

"You're... more grounded. More careful. You think through everything way more than you ever did. Almost like you've realised you're not invincible anymore."

There's a feeling, when you're young, that you're indestructible. Unharmable. Broken bones mend, cuts and bruises heal, hearts and minds forget about their aches if you give them long enough.

Then one day, that feeling is gone. And you realise that you're mortal - made of flesh and blood and bones that will one day be returned to the Earth, whether you like it or not.

Meeting your soulmate is like having that realisation again, but bigger. Again, and again, and again. You don't live for yourself, anymore. You live for them. The pain they'd feel if they lost you is unfathomable, completely unimaginable.

So you become more careful. Less reckless. You drive a little slower, take things a little easier, quit your dangerous hobbies and unhealthy habits. You need to be alive for as long as possible. And you know your soulmate will do the same.

That's how you can tell a Tethered person from an Untethered one. Ask two people to go skydiving with you, and the Tethered one will tell you no. They can't risk it. It's not worth it.

Stella's right. You have realised you're not invincible anymore. You're a little more cautious when you climb ladders, you don't balance precariously on the kitchen counters anymore. You look twice when you cross the street, and don't risk it if there's a car coming and you could maybe get across.

You're also painfully aware that Bucky's older than you. He'll be turning forty in less than two years. Sure, he's not ancient, but it does mean you'll have less time together than Lacie will with Cameron, for example. And that hard truth makes you live a little less recklessly, every single day.

"I guess I just... grew up."

You're honestly not sure why you don't just tell Stella about Bucky. You know she'd understand. But there's a part of you that feels protective over what you have - territorial, even. Your Tethering is sacred, almost, and you feel the primal urge to guard it with your life. To lock it in a box and keep it away from anything that could harm it. The less people that know, the less damage that can be done. Maybe.

"I did too. The world is kinda scary now we're not in that little culinary school bubble, huh?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "We thought that was hard. Little did we know."

"Take your time, thinking about my offer. But just know that I really, really appreciate the fact that you're here. That you believed in me enough to move across the country. It means a lot."

"Of course," you say, reaching across to grab her hand. "I always believed in you, Stella. I always knew you'd do something great."

"We'd."

"Hmm?"

"We'd do something great. The two of us. Together."

"I always knew that we'd do something great," you correct.

You're starting to believe that, as time goes on. You were born to do this. You deserve to live your dreams.

Let the happiness seep through, you'd told yourself.

It finally feels like it is.

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"There's a guy here to see you."

Isabel pops her head around the door, grinning at you like she knows something you don't.

"Again?"

She nods, giggling.

"Let me guess... he's hot, tall, brown hair?"

"Bingo."

"Thanks, Isa. I'll be right out. Is it busy out there?"

"It's quieter than it was. There was a pastry rush this morning, but we're good now."

You laugh and hang up your apron, washing your hands quickly before making your way to the café.

You feel like you're having déjà vu, this situation oddly familiar.

Just like Isa said, he's stood waiting with his back to you, broad shoulders filling out his powder blue short sleeve button up.

You're excited to see Rafael again. You've been trying a new cookie recipe for his sister, and you're eager to get him to try it. You're mentally making a note to buy a nice box to put them in when you feel it.

The lights get a little brighter, the colours a little more vibrant. The tightness in your chest eases, allowing you to take a full, deep breath. You can suddenly hear the birds outside singing, melodies drifting through the open doors like a summer breeze.

The man turns around, and it's not Rafael.

It's Bucky.

You're moving before you can even process it, running and jumping into his arms. You inhale, revelling in his familiar scent. He's here. Your happiness has arrived.

"Surprise," he laughs quietly into your ear. "Miss me, honey girl?"

You beam a grin at him, pulling away to look at his handsome face.

"More than you'll ever know."

"Oh, I know. I feel it."

He places a hand over his heart gently, looking at you with pure adoration.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's been a month since your Mom's birthday. A month since I've seen your pretty face. A month too long."

You roll your eyes jokingly, so he continues.

"You don't mind that I'm here, do you? Because I'll go, if it's too much for you. I know me showing up unannounced is a lot to process."

"Don't go," you reply quickly, grabbing his hand. "I want you here, Buck. More than anything."

He leans in and presses his lips to yours, cradling your face in his warm hands. The background of the café melts away, the man in front of you the only thing that matters.

You pull away and smile at him, pressing your forehead into his gently.

"Come back to the kitchen with me. Let's get away from all the noise."

You grab his hand and pull him with you, ignoring the excited giggling from Isabel behind the counter.

Bucky perches against a counter, leaning back to allow you to stand in between his legs. You wrap your arms around his neck and peck his lips, stealing kisses in between giddy smiles.

"I hope you weren't expecting a day full of super exciting adventures. I've got a list full of stuff I've got to get finished by closing."

"Honey, I'm more than content to stay here and watch you work. There's nothing I love more than watching you bake."

You run your fingertips over his face carefully, gently tracing his features as you look at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I don't care what we do, as long as we're together."

You wrap your arms around his middle, holding him as tightly as you can.

"I feel like I hit the soulmate jackpot," you whisper.

"No one's as lucky as I am," he whispers back. "Now, come on. Let me see you work your magic."

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Bucky, it turns out, makes a damn good assistant.

Instead of just watching, he volunteers to help in whatever way he can. You set him onto weighing your ingredients, so you can focus on making and decorating. He takes his job very seriously, measuring down to the precise gram each time. You can't help but grin as you watch him concentrate, determined to get it right.

At lunch time, Isabel brings you both coffee and sandwiches, entering just as you're teaching Bucky how to properly fold in ingredients.

"Sorry, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"You could never. Isa, this is Bucky. Buck, this is Isabel. Our best waitress."

He holds out his floury hand for her to shake.

"It's nice to meet you, Isabel. I've heard a lot about you."

"You have?"

Her eyes light up as she looks at you, fighting the smile off her face.

"My honey talks about you all the time."

Isabel glances between the two of you, clearly trying to figure things out.

"And you two are..."

"Soulmates," you say at the same time as Bucky does.

Her jaw drops for a moment, before she laughs.

"Yeah. That makes a lot of sense, actually."

You roll your eyes at her lovingly before Stella's voice calls her name from out front.

"I better go. But me and you are gonna talk about this later."

"Fine," you laugh.

"Nice to meet you!" Bucky shouts after her, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I like that we're just telling people now."

"Yeah, me too, actually. I thought it'd be scary, but... it feels right."

He slings an arm around your middle, pulling you into his side.

"We've still got the two most important people left to tell."

Your muscles tense and Bucky feels it instantly, running his thumb in patterns over your hip gently.

"I've been thinking about it a lot. I'm almost ready, Buck. We can't avoid it forever. Next time I'm home, I think we should do it. We should tell them."

Bucky hooks two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Are you sure? Once we tell them, we can't undo it. We'll only do it if you're one hundred percent sure."

"I'll be ready when the time comes. It'll be a huge weight off of both of our shoulders, which I think we both need."

"Okay then," he says, kissing your forehead. "Next time you're home."

Isabel clears her throat from the doorway, smiling sheepishly.

"I can't believe I'm saying this again, but... there's a guy here to see you."

You laugh, untangling yourself from Bucky with a kiss to his cheek.

"Send him through. Thanks, Isa."

The man you were originally expecting to see this morning walks into the kitchen, envelopes in his hand.

"Hey!"

"Hey, Rafael."

He gives you a quick hug, before waving at Bucky.

"Hey, man. You've gotta be the soulmate, right?"

Bucky chuckles, coming over to shake Raf's hand.

"Yeah, that's me. How'd you know?"

"Are you kidding? You can feel it the minute you walk into the room. There's like, electricity in here."

You laugh, hiking yourself up to sit on the counter. Bucky stands next to you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Here," Rafael says, handing you an envelope. "We're having a gala next month, for the charity that has supported my sister. We'd love it if you could come - and bring your date too, of course."

"I'd love to," you say as you read the invitation. "Do you need me to bring anything? You know I'll happily make something, if you guys need it."

"You would?"

"Absolutely! I could bring a cake, if you like? I haven't done a proper, three tiered cake in forever. I'd love to."

"That'd be... amazing. Seriously. We just want to raise as much money as possible."

"Of course. Thanks for these, Raf. How is she?"

"She's okay. She's getting a tiny bit stronger every day, and that's all we can really ask for."

You reach a hand out to squeeze his in support.

"You know where I am if you need anything."

"Of course. Thank you, so much. I've gotta run - I've got like a hundred of these invites to deliver. But I'll see you at the weekend?"

"For sure. See you, Raf!"

"Nice to meet you, Bucky."

"You too, man. Take care."

Isa shows Rafael out of the door, winking at you on her way out.

"Damn, he's handsome," Bucky laughs.

"Isn't he?" you giggle. "Nothing on my soulmate though, I'm afraid."

"Shut up," he blushes, leaning in to capture your lips. "You wanna get dinner when you're done here?"

"Yes, please. I'll show you around my new apartment too."

"Can't wait."

There's not an ounce of tension in your muscles as you finish up your bakes for the day, gliding around the kitchen while Bucky stands and watches your every move.

If you could pause time, this would be when you'd do it. You'd be content to live in this moment forever.

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The minute Bucky walks through your front door, he inhales deeply. The entire place smells like you, cosy and golden.

"You like it?"

"It's gorgeous, baby. I love the windows."

He makes his way over to your kitchen, where the glass panes run from floor to ceiling. Sitting on the bench pressed against it, he takes in the view, savouring the feeling of the sun on his face.

You sit down on his lap, draping your legs over him and wrapping your arms around his neck. Nuzzling your face into his jaw, you press a kiss to the stubble, resisting the urge to lick the salt off of his skin.

"Come on," you murmur. "Let me show you my bedroom. The sun sets in that direction, so it's always beautiful in there."

You grab his hand and walk him across the apartment, swinging open the door to your room and pushing him inside.

He takes in the space for a moment before turning in your direction, striding over to smash his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his shirt and pull him closer, letting him slip his tongue into your mouth with ease.

Bucky leans in to trail kisses down your neck as he slips your shirt over your head, making quick work of unclasping your bra with skilled fingers. He grasps your chest in both hands, massaging gently as he nips at your throat.

"So fucking pretty," he murmurs. "Haven't stopped thinking about you since you left me."

You whine and unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders. You're desperate to see more, desperate to feel his skin on yours, desperate to bare every inch of him.

Your fingers make deft work of his belt, sliding it from its loops and throwing it to the ground. You unpop his button and slide down the zipper, pulling his jeans off his legs in no time. You shimmy out of your skirt, leaving you both in your underwear.

The evening sun seeps through the window panes, illuminating the room in hues of orange and gold. The light hits Bucky's skin, making him glow in a halo of love and adoration.

He walks you backwards, wrapping an arm around your back to throw you onto the white sheets of your bed. Crawling over you, he settles in between your legs, pressing gentle kisses from your ankles to your inner thighs.

"The way you look when you come has been burned in my mind," he whispers. "Need to see it again. It's been too long."

He slides your underwear down your legs and wastes no time, diving into you like a man starved. He devours you, tongue never ceasing it's movements. His hands pry your thighs apart, one arm thrown over your stomach to keep you still. When your muscles start to shake, Bucky doubles down on his efforts, lapping and sucking at you like you're his lifesource.

"Oh, Buck, I'm-"

You see stars as you come, white and silver shapes flying through your vision. Bucky never stops, prolonging your release for as long as he can. When you go boneless, he ceases, pressing kisses to the inside of your knee.

"You okay?" he murmurs, moving so his body smothers yours.

"I'm good," you smile, leaning up to kiss him. You groan when you taste yourself, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Need you, baby. Please, Buck."

"You sure?"

You smile at him, cradling his face in your hands.

"Couldn't be surer."

He dips down to lick into your mouth once more, shucking his boxers off and throwing them across the room. Slipping a condom on, he lines himself up, eyes meeting yours.

"I need you more than I need air to breathe," he murmurs. "You know that, don't you?"

"Buck," you breathe. "I've been going crazy here without you."

He goes to speak, but stops himself, instead leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"I know," you whisper. "I know."

Bucky slides home in one smooth thrust, both of you gasping. One of his hands finds your hip, the other resting against your throat as an anchor. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms snaking around his shoulders.

"Fuck me, please."

"Fuck," he groans. "I'll be replaying that in my head forever."

You chuckle breathlessly, gasping when he draws his hips back and forward again. He sets an even pace - not too fast, not too slow. He has you right where he wants you, both of your bodies in perfect synchronisity. It feels like the stars have aligned. Everything's fallen into place.

Bucky dances his fingers from your hip to your clit, rubbing firm circles. He plays you like a violin, your muscles tensing as you get closer.

"That's it, pretty girl. Fuck, you're so good for me. You close, honey? Gonna come for me again?"

You nod frantically as he picks up his pace, hips colliding with yours. He groans as you tighten around him, head dropping to rest against yours.

"Come for me, honey girl," he whispers. "Please."

Your back arches as you find your release, nails scratching at the skin of Bucky's back. The pain tips him over the edge, spilling inside of you with a deep groan. He collapses on top of you, both of your chests heaving.

"I think we're naturals at that," you chuckle hoarsely.

"You think it's the soulmate thing, or are we just that good?"

"I think we're just that good," you laugh, pushing him off your body so he lands next to you. You link your fingers with his, resting your head on his chest.

"I need a drink."

"I was just thinking that, actually. You wanna go out? Know anywhere?"

"There's a cute little bar that looks out over the cove - it has good food and good cocktails. You wanna go there?"

"I'd go anywhere with you," he affirms, pressing a kiss into your hair.

"I'd kill for a pineapple margarita right now."

Bucky sits up suddenly, bringing you with him, arms wrapped around you.

"Then let's go get my girl a pineapple margarita."

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The golden lights adorn the beams of wood above your head, the deck illuminated in the gentle glow. The ocean waves break the shore in a comfortingly repetitive motion, a calming soundtrack to the evening. You sit across from Bucky at your table for two, the sunset casting orange hues across the horizon.

"It's beautiful out here."

"Yeah," you agree, smiling. "The view is pretty good."

Your eyes haven't left his, lost in the sea blue of his irises. He chuckles, running his thumb over the back of your hand where it rests atop the table.

"This is our first date, you know."

"Really?"

"I mean, we've been 'dating' this whole time - but we've never gone out and had dinner like this. Held hands and all."

"You're right. Our first date of many, huh?"

"Our first of countless," he grins, brushing his lips over your knuckles in a gentle kiss.

"Where do my parents think you are?"

"Visiting a cousin in Nevada."

You laugh, and the sound makes Bucky light up, electricity running through his veins.

"You're a scarily good liar."

"To everyone but you."

"I used to think I was a good liar. Until I met you, that is."

Just as he's about to respond, your waitress appears, two pineapple margaritas in hand. She takes your orders and leaves, smiling at you.

"Oh, shit. She forgot to give us straws. I'm gonna grab some - be right back."

You chase her inside, tapping her shoulder gently.

"Excuse me - could I get a couple of straws, please?"

"Of course. Sorry!" she apologises, handing them to you.

"Thank you! Your shirt is so cute, by the way."

"Thanks - it's thrifted! You're gorgeous, girl. And your boyfriend is stupidly hot too. You're a pretty couple."

You thank her and laugh, returning to Bucky with a grin on your face.

"What's got you smiling?"

"The waitress called you my boyfriend."

"Huh. As much as I love the commitment... boyfriend kinda sounds like we're in ninth grade, doesn't it?"

You throw your head back, laughing with your entire being.

"That's what I thought. There's gotta be a better word. Partner? No, that makes us sound forty."

"I am almost forty."

"Oops."

Bucky rolls his eyes, but he can't wipe the blinding grin from his face. He takes out his phone and snaps a quick picture of you, admiring the way the breeze caresses your face as the setting sun beats down.

"Sneaky," you tease. "Let me see?"

He hands you the phone, letting you look through. You swipe right one too many times, and accidentally land on a picture of a blueprint laid out across a kitchen counter. His kitchen counter.

"Babe... what's this?"

You don't miss the way Bucky's cheeks heat up, blush creeping across his chest that's exposed by the V neckline of his blue button up. He stutters for a moment, before finding his footing.

"They're blueprints. Plans for a house."

"A house?"

"I want to build a house."

When you keep looking at him softly, he doubles down.

"I want to build a house for us."

Your breath hitches in your chest, the world going silent momentarily.

"You... you do?"

"My Dad worked in construction my entire childhood. I watched him build houses, apartment buildings, bungalows... everything. I've always wanted to do it, but never had reason to. Until now."

You squeeze his hand, urging him to continue.

"I've been planning it for upwards of ten years. But I'm taking it more seriously, now. Those blueprints are the final ones. It's all mapped out, down to the square inch. I've made some modifications for you, obviously."

He zooms in on the picture, pointing out areas on the plans.

"I've added a big island in the kitchen with a tonne of storage in it, for all of your supplies. I know you have that huge mixer, so I've made sure there's enough space for it to fit underneath with the doors closed."

You take a deep breath, lump in your throat forming unwillingly.

"Up here, there's a window at the top of the stairs. I've added a sketch of a bench which I'll upholster, so you can sit and read in the sunlight."

Tangling your legs with his under the table, you urge him to continue.

"I've also made sure there's a balcony off the master bedroom that overlooks the garden. I know how much you love sitting on yours in your apartment at home. There's probably like a hundred more little modifications for you, but those are just a few."

Tears are running down your cheeks freely, emotion escaping you like a flash flood.

"Bucky..."

"If it's too much too soon, please tell me. I won't be offended, baby. I know it's a lot."

"It's perfect."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You jump up from your seat and around the table, throwing yourself into his lap to kiss him happily.

"I can't wait to build a house with you, Buck."

He grins at you, joy radiating off him in waves.

"Buck?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

He blinks back tears for a second, processing the words he's been waiting to hear for what feels like an eternity.

"I love you too, honey girl. My pretty baby."

He leans in to kiss you tenderly, the rest of the world melting away. It feels like it's just the two of you, floating on cloud nine.

Suddenly, you get it. You understand why people say this is the greatest thing that'll ever happen.

It is. They were right all along.

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After several pineapple flavoured cocktails and a taco or four, you and Bucky take a slow stroll home, hand in hand along the sidewalk.

"You wanna have a sleepover tonight?" you ask, digging your heels into the ground to stop yourself from skipping with glee.

"Can't think of anything I want more," he chuckles.

You walk a little while longer, content to bask in the comfortable silence.

"Guess what happened a few days ago."

"What, honey?"

"Stella asked me to be her business partner."

He stops where he is, turning to face you but never letting go of your hand.

"Wait, really?"

"Mhmmm."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I was unsure, at first. But I'm going to do it. I've been thinking about this for a while, actually. We had to take a business class in culinary school, and I actually learned a lot. I've had a business plan for the future of the café drafted up for months. Numbers, locations, investors, everything. I'm really serious about this, you know."

He's gazing at you like you hung the moon, eyes bright and adoring.

You sit down on a bench, looking out over the coastal path. Bucky joins you, arm heavy over your shoulders.

"I can't stay here."

His head whips around.

"Baby..."

"I mean it, Buck. I like this city, I do, but I just can't settle. It feels like a placeholder until I can go home. And it's not fair to Stella, if it feels like I'm half in half out."

He goes to speak, but you're on a roll.

"I'm suggesting that we franchise the business. It's the logical next step anyway, it was just a matter of choosing the right location. I'm proposing somewhere a hell of a lot closer to home. To you. To my parents. And that means we'll have one branch on the east coast, and one on the west. We can start filling the middle, in the future."

"Are you... are you sure?"

"I've never been surer of anything, James Buchanan Barnes. I wanna start my life with you. Telling my parents, building a house, furthering my career. I'm ready, now."

Bucky grabs your face in his warm hands, kissing you with more passion than you ever thought possible. It's all the answer you need.

"I want you to read over my plan, when we get back to my place. But it's tight, Buck. I've been perfecting it for months. There's no way Stella can say no - I've made it so she won't want to. Besides, she just wants me to be happy. And this... this will make me happy. Happy beyond words."

Bucky stands up, wrapping his arms around your middle to bring you with him. He spins you around, laughing when you squeal in surprise.

"I'm so proud of you, honey baby. I love you so much."

"I love you," you grin. "More than I ever thought possible."

Bucky practically carries you home, both of you giddy on excitement and hope.

You wake up tangled in his arms, sunlight beaming down onto your skin through the open window. Happiness, you think. It's finally here.

Happiness. It's finally here.

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HEART TO HEART — FINNICK ODAIR x FEM!READER

Synopsis — It's hard to get your life back on track when the Capitol has gotten inside your head but Finnick is there to help you. You were enjoying a party in District 13 when you discovered something that triggered you.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ And I break down, then he's pulling me in. In a world of boys, he's a gentleman ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Finnick looked at Katniss and considered himself a lucky man.

Although both of them had managed to get back the loves of their lives, their situations now were quite different from what they were used to. Finnick now looked at Peeta and realized how the Capitol had completely destroyed the friend he made in the games, making him incapable of telling the difference between what was real and what the Capitol put in his head. Finnick saw the sadness grow in Katniss' eyes as she and Peeta couldn't spend more than five minutes together without him wanting to jump on her neck.

You, on the other hand, had your moments of lucidity.

Finnick considered himself lucky for being able to enjoy the person you were before the Capitol took you, but the longer those moments lasted, the worse your breakdowns were.

Even though he considered himself luckier than Katniss, it wasn't being easy for him either. He hated to see you fighting the medical team from District 13 while they were trying to inject you with a sedative and the way he had to hold you so they could do it. He hated to see you with your hands and legs tied to the bed as you tried to free yourself from the straps that held you to the mattress. He hated to see your eyes red with rage, the way you flinched when someone made an unexpected move next to you, and how you could not help but be alert to everything that was going on around you.

But Finnick also appreciated when he saw you smile, or talking to someone who wasn't him, or seeing that you had changed your clothes that day or enjoying your meal in the dining room. The way your eyelashes fluttered when he spoke to you like he was the most magnificent thing you had ever seen, how you were always looking to have some sort of physical contact with him whether it was sitting too close at the table or something more subtle like seeking for his hand in the crowd as you listened to the words that Alma Coin pronounced.

The Capitol caused irreparable damage but they had not been able to take everything from you.

―Let's give a huge round of applause to Sarah and Mike from District 11!

The two siblings had been singing since dinner was over along with their band. The lights in the dining room were dimmer, not the cold white ones that gave you a headache every time you went inside. They had set up a small stage and some decorations on the ceiling. Alma Coin knew that Christmas was close and wanted to do something special to raise people's spirits, and it seemed to be working because after dinner, people had stayed to listen to the siblings sing, and some had even encouraged to go out and dance.

―We still have time for a couple more songs, any requests? ―The boy spoke into the microphone, looking at the audience.

It was your hand that rose.

Finnick and Katniss who were sitting at the table with you looked at each other. You got up from the table and walked to the stage, well, you didn't feel your feet moving on the floor, it was more like you were floating. You were enjoying the little concert so much that you had managed to remember all the lyrics of the songs that they had performed when just a few days ago you couldn't even remember your name, your feet moved under the table following the rhythm of the instruments and you even hummed some of the words.

Both siblings approached the edge of the stage and bent down to listen to the title of the song you were asking for. They looked at each other, satisfied, and more than approving your request. You went back to your seat at the table, happy, and before Katniss and Finnick could ask about the song, the little girl called your name through the microphone.

―Why don't you come and sing with us? ―She asked you in her sweet voice. All the people in the dining room were waiting for your answer, some you knew were encouraging you to come up like Haymitch and Effie, and others you knew were judging you just by the way their eyes were on you like Gale, but you didn't care because since your return you had never wanted anything so much as to get on that stage with those two kids.

Finnick held your hand, his eyebrows drawn together. ―Are you sure?

You nodded and showed him a little smile, reassuring him.

They welcomed you with smiles and sweet gestures to show you where to stand. They had placed a microphone in the middle of the two siblings for you.

―May I? ―You asked for the guitar the young girl was holding. She showed you a smile and gave it to you. The guitar felt out of place in your hands, as if it was a stranger and it was the first time you were meeting each other. That was not the truth, the truth was that you had been playing the guitar for as long as you could remember. You liked to play it for the children at District 4 while they sat around the campfire in the sand accompanied by Finnick and they sang with you. But now it all seemed so far away and the instrument felt odd in between your fingers.

You coughed to clear your throat without realizing that you did it right into the microphone. Finnick smiled at how innocent that had been and you smiled embarrassed. ―Sorry.

The two siblings from District 11 were looking at you with their big eyes and with smiles of comfort on their faces, waiting for you to start singing but all those people staring at you was all you could think about. You couldn't remember how the lyrics started.

Finnick nodded at you from the audience.

Can't take my past Can't take my history

The little girl sang for you. There was a friendly expression on her face. Her eyebrows were raised as she was singing the beginning of the song and she nodded as she looked at you, trusting that you knew the words and helping you with her kind gesture to find them.

You could take my pa But his name's a mystery

Her brother continued singing. A similar expression was on his face. Apart from your friends and Finnick, you had trouble finding people who trusted you in District 13. You didn't blame them because even you found it hard to trust yourself.

Nothing you can take from me Was ever worth keeping Nothing you can take Was ever worth keeping

Your voice didn't sound as you expected, it was still the same sweet voice as always. You expected to have completely destroyed it after all the screaming you did at the Capitol, but no, your voice was still there, just as Finnick remembered it. He was trying very hard not to burst into tears because he knew you were watching him.

The band played the song perfectly on their instruments while you tried to follow them on the guitar and more people listening to the lively rhythm of the song came out and danced in the center of the dining room.

Can't take my charm Can't take my humor You can't take my wealth 'Cause it's just a rumor Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping

Those lines you were singing meant so much, it was like pulling the middle finger to the Capitol. He had never seen you so happy since before the Quarter Quell. There was a smile on your lips while you sang, your body moved to the rhythm of the son, your hands moved skilfully on the guitar, and the boy and the girl from District 11 danced on the stage around you.

―Come on. ―Katniss stood and Finnick looked up at her with his green eyes glassy thanks to the tears.

―Come on where? ―Finnick asked.

―We're gonna dance.

Katniss took his hands and dragged him to the dance floor.

Thinking you're so fine, thinking you can have mine Thinking you're in control Thinking you'll change me, maybe rearrange me Think again, if that's your goal

You laughed into the microphone watching them and you handed the little girl her guitar back. You came down from the stage to join them. Katniss stepped back when she saw you coming and you followed Finnick's movements. He had always been a very good dancer so you let him lead you. You twirled around, laughing, until you were so dizzy that you had to wrap your arms around Finnick's neck, your fingers digging into his hair while his arms went around your waist.

―You were amazing. ―He told you, speaking a little louder so that you could hear him over the music. You hugged him again.

―I love you so much.

Finnick cupped both of your cheeks and kissed you. ―I love you too. ―He said before the group of little girls pulled you by the arm so you'd dance with them.

He kept dancing or something like that with Katniss but with his eyes fixed on you. The girls were being so nice; two of them held your hands while the other two were dancing on their own. Their hairs were tied up in braids and they even asked you if they could braid yours later.

But all of a sudden, you let go of their hands and took a few steps backward, bumping into the people dancing. The girls looked at you worried, had they done something wrong? ―No, no, no. ―You mumbled to yourself.

Finnick stopped and approached you quickly, pushing people out of his way when he saw the change in your mood. He took your face in between his hands, looking for your eyes but they were focused on something that wasn't him. You pushed him once his hands cupped your cheeks, only making eye contact with him for a few seconds and then going back to focus on something else.

When Finnick decided to follow your gaze, he felt a wave of heat form in his lower body and rise to his head. Cressida was behind Castor, directing how the shots of you dancing with the girls should look like. By that time you already left the room.

You tried to record a propo a few days after your arrival in District 13. Heavensbee, but especially Coin, were very insistent that you should do it. They said that your rescue and your dedication to the revolution would bring hope to the people resisting in the districts. You weren't too sure about it, much less Finnick and Katniss, who could see how bad was your state to be exposed to something like that.

You were still in a daze, confused with everything that was going on, and very weak physically when you stood in front of the camera in the ruins of District 13 covered with white roses. The smell of the flowers made you fall to your knees in the debris before Finnick could catch you and throw up everything you had eaten since you were taken out of the Capitol.

―I'm okay, I can do this. ―You said, wiping your mouth with the cuff of your uniform, but it was not true and you found out that when you got in front of the camera. Castor pointed the lens at you while Cressida repeated behind him what you were supposed to say. The spotlights were on you and also were the eyes of the president herself, who had come to the surface to see you film the propo, and suddenly you were back at the Capitol, sitting in front of Caesar Flickerman, drugged to the point where you could not remember your name just the words they'd been repeating for you to say during the interview. Your outfit was tight, your face was covered with powder and make-up so that the bruises would not be visible.

―Don't make me regret rescuing you. ―Alma Coin said to you with a smile on her face before the propo. Something similar to what he told you when the Capitol took you out of the arena.

―Don't make me regret not killing you.

After that day, only one type of images of you was broadcast for the rest of the districts to see and they were of you living your life in District 13, recording you when you didn't notice and taking advantage of the moments when you were doing well to show it to the rest of the nation and obviously, without your consent.

Finnick was not happy with that decision and he made sure to make it clear at the meeting at which it was discussed, shouting, running his hands over his face, offering himself to do all the propos they wanted. He was desperate to get them to let you recover in peace.

Katniss agreed with Finnick. She did not like the idea of turning you into a product to fool people into thinking that everything was fine, much less without having your approval. Haymitch and Effie were silent but neither did they agree with what Alma Coin wanted to do with you and Beetee suggested other options but nothing was as valuable to Alma as your image.

The only ones who openly agreed with Heavensbee and Coin were Cressida and Gale. She said that it would be good for the spirit of rebellion and that they would do it so discreetly that you would never know. On the other hand, it seemed like Gale had a lot to say even though he didn't know you at all, and because of that, he ended up in the infirmary that afternoon after he replied to Finnick's complaints by saying:

―There are times when we have to do things we don't want to do, you should know that better than anyone else.

And Finnick couldn't help himself and get up from his seat and before Gale could finish speaking Finnick's fist was already against his cheekbone. That same hand with which Finnick hit Katniss' friend was now smacking Castor's camera into the floor, a gasp could be heard from the people who had stopped dancing to see what was happening. Finnick pointed at Cressida with his index finger, threateningly.

―I warned you to keep that shit away from her.

Katniss was fast to intervene, stepping in between Finnick and the woman. She looked at Cressida with pure rage but knew she couldn't do anything with all those people watching ―Go find her.

Finnick approached the girls you had been dancing with. He knelt by their side. ―Did you see where she went? ―He asked kindly to them, perfectly hiding his nervousness. One of them pointed at one of the doors and he immediately knew where you were. He flashed a smiled to her as a thank you.

―Have we done something wrong? ―She played with her hands.

―No, she was having lots of fun with you. ―Finnick caressed the hair at the top of the little girl's head and stood on his feet.

―When you find her, please tell her we still want to braid her hair.

You were sitting on the floor, holding your legs close to your chest. You had already hidden in that place several times before. It was Katniss who found the first time because it was the same place where she would hide right after she was rescued.

You moved back and forth, mumbling words that Finnick could not decipher, and with your head down, your forehead resting on your arms. When you heard Finnick's footsteps getting closer, you tried to escape him, crawling backward and watching as he quickly approached so that you couldn't get too far away. He fell to his knees in front of you, grabbing your cheeks again to make you look at him.

―It's me. It's Finnick.

You analysed his face, your eyes moving fast across his face looking for any friendly features on that face but all you could see was the face of a traitor. Your lips trembled as they continued to mumble I don't think I can forgive him for what he's doing, Caesar. I didn't know Finnick Odair was like that, I didn't know he would join the rebellion. What you do in the games is one thing but what you do outside the arena is what defines you.

―You're safe. We're in District 13, you're not there anymore.

You're right, Caesar. He has tricked me into thinking he was someone he is not. I thank president Snow everyday for helping me realize.

―You're from District 4. We live together. Our house is near to the beach. You won the 72th Hunger Games. We went back to the arena for the Quarter Quell. The Capitol took you. I'm Finnick Odair. I was your mentor along with Max.

If he were watching this I would tell him to think for himself. It's not too late to start doing things right and stop this war, and if he is unrepentant and this has always been his true self, Caesar, I think I may have never lov...

―You're here with us and we will protect you. Katniss is here at District 13 and so are Johanna and Peeta.

...I think I may have never lo...

―You're okay, baby.

...I may have never...

You hugged Finnick tightly against you, your eyes wide open and your hands shaking from the strength you were putting into holding him to be able to feel he was real. ―I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm losing my mind. ―You cried.

Finnick shook his head while he held you almost as strongly as you held him. He kept whispering sweet words until he felt how your body began to relax. Finnick carefully pulled you away from him so he could use his thumbs to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks. ―It's fine, I'm here with you. It's not your fault, they've done horrible things to you but you're with me now, you're safe. They will have to go over my dead body to get their hands on you again.

He helped you to move so that you were sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his chest and his arms around your body. When some time passed and you calmed down, he could see it in the way your body had stopped shaking and also because you had stopped sobbing a while ago but you didn't want to separate from him, Finnick decided to try to cheer you up.

―Do you know who told me where you went?

You shook your head, really curious.

―Those new friends you made on the dance floor.

You pressed your lips into a smile, you were having so much fun with those little girls...―They were so cute, I must have scared them.

Finnick shook his head and kissed your temple. ―Not at all. They told me they'll wait for you. They said they wanted to braid your hair.

Now you really smiled, snuggling into his chest.

―Do you want me to take you to our room?

You shook your head, making yourself comfortable in Finnick's lap. It was not the most comfortable or welcoming place to be but he didn't want to rush you to leave. He was aware that they would be looking for you two, they would take you away from him and lock you in a room next to Peeta's, thinking that you were a menace and putting you in a place where the screams of the boy next door would drive you crazy.

―We can stay here for as long as you want then.

You hummed in response, closing your eyes and focusing on Finnick holding you in between his arms. Thanks to your head on his chest and the silence, you could hear Finnick's heart and you were relieved because it was the realest thing you had ever experienced. Its beats were peaceful but still managed to quiet all the noise in your head.

You were so immersed in Finnick's heartbeat you would swear yours was beating so hard against your chest because it wanted to escape your body so you could be closer to his.

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Soothing words and decaf

Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto one shot

When nightmares wake you up once again your boyfriends decide they can't just leave you to sit up alone. Gn!reader, reader wears glasses and has bad eyesight, not stated where in the timeline this is. It's an AU where Suguru never left though. This is really just to comfort myself because my nightmares have been bad lately and making sleep super difficult. It why i've been slow on writing stuff because i'm tired a lot. Also i couldn't decide on just one of them for this comfort fic and needed to be doted on by both. Pls excuse any typos or mistakes

You wake with a start, a stuttering in your chest and a choked gasp. You gaze blearily up at the ceiling, your current location slowly invades your senses and pushes away the personal hell your subconscious  had been creating for you. There’s warm breath fanning over the crown of your head. It would probably be ruffling your bangs if not for the fact they were plastered to your forehead by the sweat. You glance to your right and see that at some point in his sleep Satoru had decided you were his personal teddy bear. Your eyes then drift to the left and you jolt slightly to find that Suguru is blinking back at you with a combination of tiredness and concern. 

“Another one?” He asks, voice low and thick with sleep. This had unfortunately become routine.

You go to speak and nothing comes out the first try but upon clearing your throat slightly and trying again you let out a small. “Yeah.. Go back to sleep, Sugu.” 

He huffs a little at your words and how you begin to try and wiggle out of Satoru’s arms without waking him. An impossible task given that all three of you weren’t what anyone could call heavy sleepers. Trauma will do that afterall. So it’s unsurprising when Satoru grumbles and tightens his grip on you. “You should take your own advice.” Satoru’s voice is just as gravely as Suguru’s and when you glance up you see him peering down at you with his impossibly bright eyes. 

“You know I can’t do that… Let me up and the two of you can get some sleep.” You scoot up to a sitting position, Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist making your task of reaching over him to the side table to get your glasses a far harder task than it needed to be. You whine and flop on him. Fine you’d just be blind. You wiggle down and under his arm, surprised he allowed you to do so as you slide to the end of the bed to get up. 

You didn’t feel like giving Satoru a chance to change his mind about letting you go so you don’t walk past him to get your glasses and instead just pad your way into the kitchen. Your shared apartment with the two men was so familiar you could probably navigate it wearing Satoru’s blindfold. 

Once you’re close enough to the microwave to make out the little glowing numbers you let out a huff. It wasn’t even five am yet. You’d maybe managed to get four hours of sleep which was becoming painfully typical. Today would be another day of surviving off coffee and hopefully slipping in a nap as soon as you got a chance. Your nightmares seemed to happen less when you slept during the day. 

You’re shuffling around the cupboards getting down what you need to make coffee when you hear quiet foot falls, perhaps near silent for someone else but your ears were sensitive and seemingly more so when you chose to mostly forgo being able to see. Anything beyond a couple feet away from you losing all clarity and blurring around the edges. Impressions of objects you only recognized based on familiarity.

Well mostly. “That’s the sea salt, love.” Suguru whispers against the shell of your ear as he takes the long cylindrical container from your hand to place back on the shelf and then grabs a very similar but not identical container that houses the sugar. 

You grumble. “Why do we even keep them next to eachother on the shelf?” Suguru’s hair tickling your neck makes you twitch slightly but you don’t brush it or him away as he leans over you, enveloping you in his warmth, resting his chin on your head as he bends at the waist and wraps his arms around your middle.

“Normally you’re wearing your glasses and can tell the difference.” there’s the smallest hint of amusement to his voice. 

You sigh. That was true. It annoys you but it’s true. You rock back on your heels and lean into his chest. “Really you should get more sleep. Go cuddle with Satoru, I’m sure he’s lonely trying to sleep alon-”

A loud yawn cuts through the kitchen as Satoru walks in. “Too late, already here.” 

“Seriously you both should-” 

“If we should be sleeping so should you. So either you come back to bed with us, or we’re all starting our day at this ungodly hour.” You feel Suguru’s jaw moving against the top of your head as he talks. 

You frown deeply, slouching in his hold. “I… can’t sleep okay? If i go back to sleep it’ll probably just start again.” 

Suguru hums and rocks the both of you back and forth. “Then it sounds like we’re all getting up then, right Satoru? “ He turns you both so you’re facing Satoru who’s much closer now.

Another yawn. “Sounds about right.” And as he says this he places your glasses on your face, bringing his own into focus for you. Satoru is beautiful as always but definitely looks like he needs more sleep. But you know very well how stubborn both he and Suguru are, they’re worse than you are. 

You cave. “Fine, stay up if you want then.” You wanted to sound petulant but instead you just sound tired. Suguru Squeezes you before rising to his full height and releasing you. “Go relax, I’ll make the coffee.” 

Before you can respond he gives you a small nudge in Satoru’s direction who doesn’t give you time to protest as he scoops you up and carries you toward the plush living room couch. He flops both of you down before rolling you so he’s squishing you into the plush fabric. “Satoruuuu-” You try to protest as he nuzzles into your neck. If you were more awake you might have caught on to what the two men were doing since in the kitchen Suguru put away the regular coffee and switched it out for decaf before brewing it. They still had some hope of lulling you back to sleep and caffeine wasn’t part of that. They knew you well enough that you likely just needed to be soothed and given time to get out of your head so you could be directed back to bed. 

“Mmm don’t want to cuddle me?” He pouts at you.

“You’re squishing me, you big menace!” 

The two of you go back and forth, you sinking back into the couch and giving Satoru his way despite complaining when what feels like suddenly Suguru is there holding two mugs of coffee and judging by the heap of whipcream on the third mug a cup of hot chocolate for Satoru. He kicks one of Satoru’s legs. “Move over and quit crushing them. “ 

Satoru grunts and starts to complain until he looks At Suguru and spots the mug topped with whipcream. He sits up quickly, suddenly looking angelic which earns a sigh from both you and the long haired man. You sit up and give Suguru a grateful smile as he passes you one of the steaming mugs. “Thank you, Sugu.” 

“Of course.” He leans forward and brushes his lips over your forehead. He gets you to scoot over slightly and as you often do you find yourself squished between the two men. You didn’t need to be squished, the couch was big enough, Satoru just seemed dead set on not moving further than he had to. 

You don’t really talk as you quietly sip at your coffee, instead listening to Satoru and Suguru talk about the upcoming day, voices low and soothing. You hardly notice when your mug is pulled from your hands and placed on the coffee table before you can spill the remnants of your drink on your lap. You blink rapidly realizing you’ve been completely zoned out only now to have Satoru’s face directly in yours. It’s brief because the next thing you know he’s picked you up for the second time that night, or rather morning. “Satoru-” You cut off in a yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders, body shaking slightly with a stretch. 

“I think it’s time we head back to bed. Suguru and I have been talking to you and you haven’t even noticed,” he says amusement clear in his voice. You can hear Suguru in the background putting your mugs in the sink before following the two of you.

“Mm sorry,” you mumble against his shoulder, your glasses being pushed askew though you couldn’t care less. You feel more than hear Satoru laugh. And it feels like in the next blink he’s laying you back in bed, and gently slipping your glasses off before crawling in after you, wrapping you in his arms. It’s only a couple moments later that Suguru follows. A rough warm hand sliding under your sleep shirt to splay over your stomach. 

You’re finally back asleep then, safely tucked between the two of them where no harm can come to you, even if your dreams make you feel otherwise. The two of them will always be there to remind you that you’re safe.

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[mingsolo]

PAUSE + PLAY

wonwoo x reader (f) / g: meet cute, 90s au, fluff, strangers to lovers / wc: 4k / warnings: cursing, some nipple action, mingyu being a sl*t, / r: nc17

written for Now, That's 90s! collab, hosted by @beomcoups and I! ngI struggled not because I couldn't write this one, but because life is kicking my ass and I couldn't find the time to really sit and think through it... anyways it turned out pretty cute please read if you can <3

A drop of sweat rolled down from your forehead, you blew some air to your face but of course it was hot and it made you dizzy. “Is this thing even on?.” you shouted from the other corner of the shop, to your co-worker, Mingyu.

You stood under the AC trying to feel if there was actually cool air coming from it but you couldn’t feel but a weak wave of hot air over you. 

“Yeah, that thing is better off.” Mingyu shouted back, where he was lining up tapes in the kids section. “By the way, could you help me check the return box? There’s some tapes missing here, they should be there.” 

You waved out, going to the returns box at the entrance of the store. A few tapes were in, three Toy Story 2, one Tarzan and a copy of 10 Things I Hate About You along with two Armageddon at the bottom. You placed the movies on the counter as Mingyu was approaching you. “We need to rewind them first, all of them!” You say inspecting the tapes, “Geez, why do they never do it?.” 

Mingyu laughs and shakes his head. “The sign even says “Please” on it, right?.” He taps the hardcover of the vhs box, where “Please rewind before returning” signs reads on it.

“And it's so hot to be in the rewind room!.” you nag once more, taking the tapes with both arms and dragging your feet to the back of the store and rewind the tapes before someone comes looking for them. Mingyu returns to his previous spot on the kids section, not without laughing at you first. 

Despite the whole minute that it took you to get there, you are now placing the tapes into the machine, leaving the door open so some of the air could get in, the small and dark room feels suffocating just by being two steps inside it. In the speakers of the store, the faint sound of Genie In a Bottle plays on and you start humming, partly because you have the song stuck in your head thanks to Mingyu playing the cd over and over when he is on shift, and because it somehow helps the task be a little less tedious.

While on it, you hear the bells ringing meaning a customer has come to the store. You peek out to see a familiar tall figure enter, waving his way in walking directly towards the back where Mingyu was at the kids section.

“Hey!” you heard the guy saying until he disappeared from your line of sight. You tried to peek out more but it won’t be possible without you stepping out of the room, so you hurried up the process to get another glance before he’s out.

In the month you have been working there, you have seen this guy come in at least once a week. You were sure he was Mingyu’s friend as he always walked directly towards him or looked for him especially after picking up some tapes. The past times he had come with you on shift without Mingyu, you had the bad luck of always doing something like rewinding tapes or in the bathroom, never getting the chance to even greet him when he entered the store.

One thing for sure, hee was cute as hell. Cat like eyes and thin defined lips, huge black frames on his face, making it look smaller. And you noticed only by getting little glimpses of him, as he was always in a rush or something, never staying more than five minutes. You thought of asking Mingyu who he was but decided not to as you were still new in the store and even if you liked and had fun working with him, Mingyu has proven to be the teasing type, and he wouldn’t let you work in peace if you dare asking him about this other guy.

Just as you were cursing at Armageddon for rewinding so slowly, you heard them saying goodbyes and the chiming doorbell announcing he was out. 

With a sigh you rolled your eyes and finished your task without hurry, hoping the cat boy would come back soon and you were luckily enough to be on the counter to greet him. 

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Today was a Monday, and the week promised to be a quiet one. Not many new releases came to the store yet so customers wandered a little bit before getting out, or just asking when would you stock Sleepy Hollow or why you had so few copies of The Sixth Sense. You tried your best to give every customer a smile at the beginning but after a month of getting the same questions over and over, you just shrugged and advised people to come back later, and maybe the previous customer had brought it back by then. 

Mingyu was way better with customers, both girls and guys. ‘I’ll get it ready and rewinded this afternoon for you’ he said with a wink to a middle aged lady, who shamelessly smiled and flirted with him while her kid smudged chocolate from the bar he was eating on a copy of Inspector Gadget.

“Great, now I have to clean that.” you glared at Mingyu as he saved the piece of paper with the woman’s number on his back pocket once she and the chocolate kid were gone. “I swear to God I’ve seen her come in with her husband.” you arch your eyebrows at him. 

“That doesn’t seem like a me problem.” He shot gun fingers at you and got back to his task on the counter, where a few other ladies waited for him.

You chuckled and started spraying windex on Mathew Broderick’s face covered in chocolate, laughing at how Mingyu flirted shamelessly with every single one of them, all at once, but they didn’t seem to mind. 

Once good ol’ Mathew’s face was clean you left the tape back on the shelf, when you heard the bell ring. “Y/n, can you help?” Mingyu hurried to tell you, he was now surrounded by the women as he showed them a copy of Between Your Legs animatedly. “This one is from our exclusive foreign section, so exotic! And the plot is fascinating…” He looked at the ceiling and the ladies followed.

You shook your head and got up from where you were squatting, seeing the tall figure of cat-boy coming through the door. He looked at the commotion on the counter and figured out Mingyu was busy at the moment. He hesitated for a second before turning back ready to head out when you sprinted towards him, shouting “HI!! WELCOME IN!” maybe a little too enthusiastically. 

“H-hi,” he said back, a little startled by your shouting. Mingyu also looked up to you for a moment, but he was quickly back to answering curious questions from his little fan club. “Uhm, I’ll be back later when-”

“No! Please, I know Mingyu usually helps you out but please tell me what can I do for you?,” you smiled with pressed lips and your voice two tones higher than how you usually speak, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing him in front of you confirmed your suspicions, he was stupidly handsome, freakingly hot even behind those thick square glasses. His hoodie smells like coffee and the cap he was wearing backwards made the earring on his left ear seem more dangly. 

“I really would prefer to wait for Mingyu…” 

“Nonsense!” you guided him towards a free counter next to where Mingyu and his harem were discussing Between Your Legs, quickly putting some space between you two before you would get inappropriately close and start sniffing his sweater, your eyes shining brightly as you spotted cat hairs on them. 

God he is so hot for a nerd!!!

“So, what can I do for you today, I’m Y/n by the way,” you smiled again and you could swear you creeped him out by the way he started sweating. It was hot as hell inside but still, his ears turned red and the tapes he was carrying under his arm were starting to slip from his grip. He quickly put them in the pocket of his hoodie, smiling awkwardly and glancing at Mingyu behind his frames. 

You glanced at Mingyu too, who began chuckling, losing for a moment his track on the plot of the movie he was explaining. 

“Are you going to return those?” you extended your hand but he stood still, tapes still packed into his hoodie. “No?,” you asked again. He opened his mouth briefly but smacked his lips loudly looking at the ceiling. 

He looked at Mingyu and his expression changed from mortified to annoyed. He bit his cheek and took a deep breath before taking out the tapes and laying them one on top of another before you. 

Night of the Giving Head, A Beautiful Behind, Yank my Doodle! It's a Dandy!, and Throbin Hood laid on the counter before you.

There was a few seconds of silence, only broken up by Mingyu’s suppressed wheeze. You cleared your throat lightly, taking the tapes and checking if they were rewinded. “Oh a rewinder, that’s unusual!” you chuckled dryly not really knowing how to break the wall of ice that suddenly appeared in front of you.

“I didn’t watch them,” He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact. “That’s why they are- anyway.” He sighed and stopped, releasing it seemed like he was making up excuses for not one in particular. 

“You don’t have to explain,” You tried to sound friendly and not make a big deal, but you had so many questions and this selection was the last thing you expected to see him with. “We are a judging free video store,” the words coming out mechanically as you remembered the training video Mingyu played for you once on your first day.

“Yeah…It’s not… Can we please get this over with quickly?,” He returned to his mortified expression and you nodded quickly annotating the returns on the logbook. “Thanks,” He smiled awkwardly at you before tapping the counter once, glancing quickly at Mingyu one more time before sprinting out.

“He’s going to murder me, but oh god, it was worth it!”

Mingyu was now smiling ear to ear, waving goodbye to the last girl that visited the shop for the day, her phone number written on his palm. “I got no more sticky notes left,” he said before sticking his hand out to her.

“Yeah that was… I didn’t even know we had these.” you were sweeping the floors as the store was about to close, keeping yourself busy for the rest of the day still thinking about the Night of The Giving Head cover inside your mind. “Wait, he’s your friend, does he only watch porn?.” 

Mingyu laughed loudly, helping you out by taking the trash bags out of the bins and emptied them in one big plastic bag. “Maybe, why do you ask?” he arched his eyebrows at you. 

“No reason, it was just- he doesn’t look like the porn addict type.” 

Mingyu laughed louder. “Wait till I tell him you think he’s a porn addict!” He collected the dust you were sweeping onto the plastic bag, making a knot and throwing it on his shoulders. 

“Wait! Why would you tell him that?!” 

“No reason…” he smirked, walking outside to take out the trash. 

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The next week the store got busier than usual, so Mingyu and you barely got to chat with each other about cat-boy or anything really. He had also switched shifts to train a new employee, a younger guy, probably a highschooler, who he spent most of the time in the mornings, leaving you alone to take care of the closing shift. 

Saturday came quickly, and you were alone in the shop. Lights were almost all out, and you were finishing stocking some new tapes that came that afternoon, the last task before officially closing. 

Somehow the humid air was insufferable even by night time, so you were sweating bullets over the thick fabric of your uniform shirt. You couldn’t believe they made you wear this in this hot weather, but alas, you were transpiring and melting under it. 

As you finished putting the tapes on their respective shelfs, you walked towards the bathroom where you had a spare shirt, not before turning the volume of the radio a little, you played music a lot in the shop and the customers seemed to like your taste more like Mingyu’s.

Once there, humming to Bills Bills Bills, you were looking for your spare shirt when you noticed you it wasn’t there. “What the-?” you cursed under your breath, sure you had one hanging on the stall reserved for staff. One glance at the sweaty uniform shirt you just took off and you knew you won’t be wearing that again. “Come on, I already put roll-on….” you whined. Then you remembered there were a couple of uniform shirts in the lockers, maybe too big for you but that would do for today and you will return them tomorrow. 

And so you were signing,

Can you pay my telephone bills?, 

Can you pay my automo’ bills? 

If you did, maybe we could chill…. 

When suddenly the tall figure of cat-boy appeared in front of you right by the counter. He stared. And you stared back. And his eyes stayed on your face for a a few seconds, but they quickly drifted a little down, on your lace see through bra, nonetheless.

“What the fuck?!” you shouted, sprinting towards the locker room. 

“Im sorry! I knocked, and the lights were on…. I thought…” you could hear him speak but there was a high ringing pitch in your ears that made his voice fade away as you took one of the spare uniform shirts and slipped in over your head. “The fuck you needed to wear a see through one today, huh?!” you covered your face with both palms.

“I’m sorry… I better go…”

You heard footsteps and shouted “No!” back but when you were out you could only see his back walk out the door.

You blew raspberries, feeling insufferably hot under the hot fabric of the oversized uniform shirt, that covered you like a circus carp. “Too much for our second encounter, cat-boy.” 

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The next day you got to the store a little early, trying to catch Mingyu before he left for the day, and to your surprise, he was waiting for you.

“A nipple piercing!” 

“Good afternoon to you too!” you sighed, walking towards the locker room with Mingyu’s tail wagging at your ankles. “And how could he notice that?! It was dark!” you threw your backpack at your locker, huffing and puffing, ignoring Mingyu’s curious eyes.

“I guess he was really paying attention,” he teased. You shot him a glare and he raised his arms signaling peace. “Hey, don’t be mad that he told me, I’m his best friend and well, he actually came looking for you, how could he know you liked walking around the store naked when you were on shift alone?” 

“I-wasn’t-naked.” you slapped the locker room shut. “Wait… he came looking out for me?”

Mingyu wiggled his eyebrows in response. 

“Tell me everything, or else.”

“He likes you, duh.” Mingyu moved toward his locker, pretending to roam for something but you knew there wasn’t anything there. “He has had his eyes on you, since the first day he saw you working here.”

“But why hasn't he talked to me? He always comes in and it’s gone in a second.” 

Mingyu clicked his tongue. “He had a bad break up two years ago, and honestly he’s pretty shy, maybe that’s why we are such good friends, we balance each other…” you crossed your arms signaling he was deviating from the topic. “... So he wasn’t sure how to approach you, he has been coming here asking me to be a wingman but I refused, I was trying to encourage him so I told him you were going to be alone yesterday.”

You sighed, walking out the locker room with Mingyu behind you, ready to get off.

“Want me to tell W-”

“NOO!” you shouted, making the couple of customers in the store turn their heads at you. “Don’t tell me his name, I want him to tell me when he finally comes and talks to me.”

Mingyu chuckled and nodded, messing your head a little in sign of encouragement. “Get him, tiger. I’ll pass the note out.” He winked and you shrugged as he walked out the store.

Needless to say, all the way to the evening your stomach was swirling inside you. You jumped a little every time the doorbell chimed, and it sank back to your stomach everytime cat-boy wasn’t the one entering.

It was almost seven and you were waving goodbye to the last customer of the day before you changed the sign from open to closed, when you heard the bell one more time. 

The couple of teens walked past cat-boy as he entered the store and they walked out. You could hear loud stomps inside your chest, and you were pretty sure they were so loud he could hear them too. You looked at the mirror wall to your left, and despite being a few feet away you could spot the newest shades of red adorning your face. 

As he walked closer, you smiled shyly, spotting the same color on him too.

“Hey,” he waved so tiny that you felt like your body was becoming butter, cause despite standing up, you felt melted, all over the floor. 

“Hi,” you replied back, not knowing what to say really. Dissociating a little from the awkwardness you focused on him. All of him. His fluffy hair, not hiding under a cap this time. The black thick frames. He was wearing a black sweater, a turtle neck one. Few noticeable white hairs on it. You remembered marshmallow, your cat, and smiled without noticing. 

“Y/n,?” you heard his voice crack, noticing you smiling.

“Sorry! Seeing the cat hair on your sweater reminded me of mine.”

“You have cats?” his eyes became a little bigger. “Me too!”

“Yeah.. I can tell by the cat hair,” you chuckled.

“Right…” he scratched the back of his head. “Well I have a couple.. A few.” 

“I love cats! I only have marshmallow because my landlord doesn’t let me have more, but one day I will!” you were glad you mentioned the cat hair cause this gave you a shot to talk more comfortably. “By the way, did Mingyu tell you my name?”

“I asked him, the first day I saw you here working.”

“Not fair, I didn't let him tell me yours.”

“Huh?” He arched his eyebrows, puzzled. 

“He told me you came looking for me yesterday… Sorry you find me like that, I swear I don’t usually walk around naked when I’m alone here…”

He laughed. “Mingyu told me you probably did.”

You scoffed. “He’s the whore not I.” 

“Can’t defend him from that,” He lowered his head a little, “Sorry I told him about your… well I was frantic after seeing you like that and ran straight to his dorm, I was too shocked I guess, I wasn’t trying to be a creep.”

“And what about the pornos? Night of the Giving Head, seriously?” 

“That was Mingyu! He dropped them at my dorm the night before telling me I should distract myself from being a coward and not talk to you…” He speaked fast and you were trying to follow up. “I swear I didn’t watched them, I tried, but they were too tacky”

“There’s tasteful porn?” you laughed.

“There should be… somewhere” he laughed back. 

“Bet the bastard wanted you to return them so I could catch you myself!” 

“He a hundred percent did.” 

There was a moment of silence after the laugh, and you felt like staring at the floor because looking at him was becoming addicting too quickly. 

“Want me to help you close? I want you to walk out with me for a while, maybe get some coffee?” He suddenly speaks, and you snap out of the mental image of you two sitting on your couch, a few cats around. 

“Uh- well I just need to take out the trash and I’m ready, I- would love that,” He smiles from ear to ear and stands straight, making you notice he’s like, really really tall. 

“I’ll help you with that, be ready when I come back!” He sprinted towards the entrance where the two plastic bags laid one beside the other and took them out. You run towards the bathroom as soon as he’s out, changing your ugly uniform shirt into your spare one, feeling relieved when you notice is there this time. After putting roll on, combing your hair a little and putting some perfume you walk out, finding him waiting for you near the entrance.

He asks if he can wash his hands and once that’s done you close up, and you start walking beside him to nowhere in particular. 

You suggest walking to your recent favorite spot, a part cafe, part flower shop near your apartment. Walking there you talk about your studies, the tedious but fun times at the video store, his job at the library (he was such a nerd!), his and your cat, about everything and nothing in particular, and time just flew by so quickly.

“This is so nice, I didn’t even notice the hour!” you say checking the casio watch on your wrist. And he does the same. 

“Let me walk you home, I would feel bad by letting you take a cab at this hour.”

“It’s not far away…” you object but he insists. “Fine, but just by the door, what if you are indeed a creep or something!” He pouts and gives you the stink eye. You laughed, delighted how quickly you became comfortable with each other.

Once at your door you ask him to give you his palm. “I learned this trick from our dear Gyu,” you say, taking out a sharpie pen from your backpack and writing your number on his palm. “There, call me as soon as you get home, I’m not done talking to you.”

You thanked him for the coffee and sprinted towards your complex door without letting him say anything else. 

A quarter to eleven, your phone starts ringing. 

Grabbing the cordless phone from its base and throwing yourself over your bed you answer. “Hello?,” 

“I was about to tell you my name and ask you on a proper date,” you heard his shaky voice from the other line. He must have literally run or sprinted towards his own apartment. “But you ran away.” 

You smiled, twirling your hair, eyes closed remembering every moment since you closed the video store a few hours ago.

“Y/n?,” 

“Not yet cat-boy, I want you to tell me only after you first kiss me.” A few moments of silence before he speaks again, you can’t see him but you know he’s smiling too.

“Deal, then I won’t be cat-boy much longer.”

@mingsolo please don't repost/translate to any sites.

#wonwoo fanfic #kvanity #svt x reader #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #wonwoo fluff #now that's 90s collab #fic tag #my fic #oneshot #fluff

[heartfullofleeches]

Oooh, could we get some headcanons for Alien and reader if they've been friends since childhood??

"Hello... My name is Y/n. I live over there, and I always see you by yourself when I come home from school. Wanna hang out?"

".....Hssssss"

Alien was an absolutely feral, yet timid kid. They were about five when they were adopted, but they don't recall anything before they were rescued from the abandoned building they were found in. To hide their features, their parent spun a tale of them being disfigured in an accident and made them wear a prosthetic mask which they hated. Because they were impossible to handle with it on, they were homeschooled majority of their adolescent years.... then they met you.

The start of your relationship would be a bit rough. Alien couldn't speak more than a few words during the adjustment period of their new life, and the limited speech they did learn was thrown out the window in favor of perfecting ways to copy the sounds of all the creatures around them. They could perfectly mimic the yapping dog from down the street, and the strange clicks made by creatures like the yautja from predator. They studied you from afar because they always knew they weren't "normal" and wanted to be like the kids on tv and in public.

The day your paths first cross, and a full week after, Alien turns tail and hides under their porch. It was due to their timidity, and following the rules their parents gave them by hiding whenever someone comes near. Their stomach felt weird when you smiled at them and they hated that too. They finally cross the bridge to friendship when you eventually give up or no longer look their way. The feeling in their gut when that happens is worse than all the others - it hurts. They pluck a fresh head of lettuce from their mother's garden and head on over - taking a large bite and offering the unbitten side to you.

For a while, Alien does what they did best at the time and copies you. It help tremendously with their development. Walking on two feet instead of their hands, holding a fork the same way you did instead of shoving everything in their mouth with their fingers. Their speech gets better when they copy your hellos and look over your shoulder while you're doing school work. They initially hate school because it takes away your time together... But if they went with you then you'd never be apart.

"Human School! Y/n! I want to go to School with Y/n! Human school for a human boy!"

"But darling, you hate wearing your-"

"SCHOOOOL!"

Before everything is finalized, their parents sit you down to explain their situation. As a kid, some parts are probably easier than others, but you promise to look out for them like they ask. They run laps when they find out you have the same class, and bullies your seatmate into giving up their spot. Later on as they become more outgoing, bullying isn't a problem with their charm - not that it was a huge thing without it as one headbutt from them gave a kid a concussion. Throughout the years they acted as your guard dog which lessen in severity as they grew, but never completely died out.

Outside of school, your main hangout spots are in their bedroom or yours. Once they got used to you and had the ability to ramble on, they wouldn't shut up about all the space memorabilia they had. You have steak outs for aliens by their window and sleep overs in the giant, star covered tent in their room.

Alien realizes he's in love with you in middle. While you remained their top priority, they started to branch out and meet new people. One of these people asked them for advice on asking you out. It took three teachers and your arrival to get them off the poor kid. They don't know what happened. They started off by giving them a few pointers, but as the conversation went on all they could picture was you doing everything you did with them with this stranger. Ditching him for them and holding their hand in the halls. Graduating and starting a life together. That first kiss.

And everything went dark.

Since all they had really done was shout at the kid and thrown a few punches at the ground instead of their head he got easy. Few inches east and they'd be facing a murder charge. Alien didn't care. They had these possibly decade long feelings clawing their way to the surface and it was tearing them up inside. From them writing your combined initials as writing practice as a kid, it's safe to say they've always seen to in a different light. It wasn't until picturing you moving on with someone else that they realized that buzz from the romance between the blood and gore of the horror flicks you watched was from wanting to kiss you like it was the end of the world too. They now know why they've kept every gum wrapper you've ever held in a shoebox under their bed. These feelings they have for you are the most human thing they've ever experienced, but it still felt beyond the human concept of love.

Closer to present day, Alien confess on the last day of highschool. They've been pushing it off for so long, and likely hurting you in the process for getting rid of potential love interests behind the scenes. They want that picture perfect highschool sweetheart dream. Getting jobs at the theater together and fooling around on breaks. Moving in into some apartment and planning out the layout of your future home. Hunting for solid evidence of aliens and laying together beneath the blanket of the stars.

If you reject them, they'll understand. They continue to be your friend and mend their broken heart - by making sure you never have the chance of giving yours to alone living being again. Maybe after they console you on the fifth rejection you'll finally come around

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere teratophilia #tw yandere #yandere x y/n

[cowboyheyxu]

"you're going to cut yourself if you cut it that way."

"am not," you childishly retorted.

"are too," dan heng childishly replied (out of character, you think).

you roll your eyes at dan heng, giving him a speck of your time before your attention cuts to the apple in your hands. though you have no good luck at peeling oranges, you think apple peeling might be easier.

when you pulled dan heng out of the cold archives into the kitchen⎯only to tell him that you were peeling apples⎯he was not pleased. "do you remember the oranges," he brought up. the memories never fail to bring a scowl to your face.

oranges require a set of skills you don't have. and they squirt everywhere. apples don't do that. you peel an apple with a knife and then it's done. and you've worked with knives before⎯you are member of the nameless.

"i still don't see why you have to peel apples. you can eat the skin," dan heng complained from the corner of the kitchen. while he was brooding in the corner, you were peacefully peeling across from him.

"dan heng," your eyes are trained on the apple, not paying attention to the man in front of you, "sometimes, i like to eat apples without the skin. do you know how frustrating it is to have skin stuck in your teeth?"

"is it seriously worth this much extra work?"

no. it wasn't.

the real reason you were trying to peel an apple was because you couldn't peel oranges. and the thought of not peeling any oranges frustrated you immensely. oranges were the easiest freaking fruit to peel! you've seen dan heng do it for a multitude of times. you didn’t even like apples.

if you couldn't peel oranges, you could at least peel apples, right?

dan heng watches you from afar (five feet) as you attempt to skin the apple in your hands. your tongue is sticking out ever so slightly as you concentrate hard on the task. dan heng can't help but stare a little longer at you, despite mentally telling himself to stop. it was just too easy to get caught up in all that is you.

you're sitting criss-cross on the counter across from him. you're hunched over as well; from afar, anyone could have mistaken you as a hunchback on the express. even with that, dan heng still finds himself mesmerized in your craft, even if you're doing it wrong.

your hands grip the knife tightly; your hands are squeezed into a hard ball around the knife, and your knuckles look paler than usual. they move delicately around the skin of the apple. you're weary of cutting yourself as well, dan heng notices.

he walks away from his corner and slowly creeps up to you. you're so fixated on the apple that you barely notice the shadow in front of you. it's only when he taps you on the shoulder, you jump up slightly. the apple nearly falls out of your hand, but the knife still remains unyielding in your grip.

"you!! we need to put a damn bell on you," you tsk, holding onto the apple a bit more tightly as you reposition your hands.

but before you could position your hands to the way they were before, dan heng quickly reached for them and stopped you from doing anything. finally, you look up at him, furrowing your eyebrows as you blankly stared at him.

his hands held yours midair, "let me help you."

you give him a playful scoff and try to shrug him off of you, "relax. it's peeling an apple. it's not hard," you lie. you were actually having trouble: your hold on the knife was slowly starting to become loose; your hands were shaky; and the closer the knife got to your fingers, the more stressed out you felt.

dan heng's expression remained unmoving: his eyes were stale and his lips were turned down. it seems that he did not believe you.

"well, i can help you peel it faster," he offered.

"seriously? i can peel it fast already."

"are you sure about that?" dan heng crossed his arms and gave you an impassive look.

"yes!" you defend, accidentally waving the knife near dan heng's body. you quickly recline your hand to the side and give him a small apologetic smile.

"well then, would you like to race me then? which one of us can peel an apple the fastest," dan heng leaned in closer, making you lean back onto the counter. your head was pressed up to the cabinets on top, giving you room to access the vicinity between you and dan heng.

and embarrassingly enough, there was a lot of distance between the both of you. when dan heng moved a few steps closer to you, you moved all the way back into the counter.

you try to avoid looking in his eyes, "since when have you been the type to play games?"

"i'm not playing games," dan heng rested a hand on the counter, "just wanted to prove to you that you need help," he rested his other hand on the other side, unintentionally caging you between him.

you huff, "fine! fine. i cave. you've tempted me too much."

dan heng's eyes softened as you relent, patiently holding your apple in the air as you wait for him to get a knife and another apple. dan heng doesn't mention the fact that you've gotten an early head start with your quarterly peeled apple. he knows he'll win this anyway.

"ready?" you ask him, tossing your apple up in the air.

"yeah," he waits for you to catch the apple in your hands, "three. two. one. go!"

you and dan heng begin skinning the apples quickly. your hands are unwavering and arrhythmic, while dan heng's hands are agile and dexterous. the peel of dan heng's apple has already extended farther than yours. you try not to focus on it as you try your best to peel your apple just as fast.

there you go again. dan heng stops peeling his apple to look at you. you're struggling a little bit, but you're not doing particularly awful. your tongue has stuck out again, and you are completely absorbed in peeling. your eyes are narrowed and your grasp is firm.

dan heng looks at his apple. he's nearly done, and yet you were only halfway there (even though you got a head start). you were fully engrossed in peeling, yet you have barely made it three quarters around the apple. but you look so enthralled in such a trivial thing, and who is dan heng to take that look away from you? that oh-so determined look, where your eyebrows are contorted together and your tongue is sticking out. that look, which makes you look like the only person in the world.

you are the only person in the world. it's late and the kitchen is as dim as always. yet still, your light always finds a way to peek through. dan heng thinks you've been glowing a lot these past few days (and nights). dan heng isn't one to preach immortality, but he hopes that this moment between the two of you will last forever.

dan heng stops peeling his apple.

he watches as your fingers begin to move more quickly, evading the knife's blade as you peel the apple a little bit faster than before. you didn't need his help. a small piece of his heart sinks at that; after that one night⎯a few nights ago⎯he's been secretly envisioning the warmth of your hand on his. not like he'd let anyone else know that, though.

you don't even notice that he's watching you. you're so intent on skinning the apple that you fail to notice that dan heng has been watching you this entire time with fond smile growing on his face. all you can focus on now is the proximity of the knife from your fingers; how fast you need to move your fingers so they don't get cut; how much skin you're cutting off.

when you're finally done, you squeal, jolting up and hitting your head on one of the cabinets. while you spend time rubbing your head, dan heng slices off the final piece of skin on his apple during your distracted state, effectively making him the loser of the challenge.

once you've recovered, you turn over to dan heng to see him holding his apple in one hand and apple peel in another. his expression is neutral, though he is trying his best to remain calm on the inside. could you have noticed that he let you win?

"okay, i didn't see who won, so be honest with me," you turn your body to face dan heng, "who won?"

dan heng could very easily lie and say he won. he could witness your pout and your complaints, muttering something about how you're "sick of him" yet continue to spend the night with him anyway. he could gloat and brag and show you how to peel apples properly.

"you won," he lied, as he was trying to fake a defeated expression.

your eyes lit up the entire kitchen in that moment. the grin that easily broke out on your face matched the stars outside of the express. in fact, your ardent expression could very well be equivalent to the wonders of the universe itself. there was something so brilliant and indrescrible in the way your entire face simply bloomed when you felt accomplished.

and even though dan heng lost at apple peeling, he won at something else. seeing your eyes gleam so brightly in dim light was a treat in itself. it was the reason for the blood rushing up to his cheeks; the reason why electricity was flowing through his veins right now; why he felt so tingle-ish all over.

"see! what did i tell you," you playfully pushed his shoulder. dan heng tries to remember what your millisecond of touch felt like on his skin. you continue gloating, "you're all talk," you smirked, cutting an apple slice.

"am not," dan heng pretended to scoff. he looked down at the counter to try and hide the smile that was finding its way on his face. you are the reason for that too: your grin was practically contagious.

"aw, don't sulk dan heng," you mocked. you put brush your index finger on the bottom of dan heng's chin, gently tilting it upwards. dan heng's smile faded, as he was caught off guard by the action. with eyes that darted up instantly, and eyebrows that raised astonishedly, dan heng looks up at you.

"i'm sure you'll win next time," you simpered, tapping a spot on his cheek, "just try not to talk a lot of shit next time, okay?" you snicker, offering dan heng the apple slice you just cut.

dan heng rolls his eyes at your comment, yet he takes the apple anyway. unintentionally, he hides his other hand behind his back, while his dominant hand retrieves the apple slice.

your eyes squint as you watched his hands. usually⎯you've noticed⎯dan heng puts his hands at his sides. they're either propping him up, in his pockets, or leaning somewhere. more importantly, they're always near you. but tonight, one hand is placed behind his back, away from you.

you quickly connect the dots, your illuminated eyes now dimming. dan heng looks up from when he was eating the apple, only to see your eyes turning bleary.

"hey, is your hand okay?" your eyebrows scrunch up, and your eyes flicker to dan heng's for a split second, only to reorient back to his concealed hand.

dan heng stared at you for moment, squinting his eyes as he tried to determine what you were staring at, "my hand's fine."

your eyebrows still remain curt, and your eyes are still narrowed, "c'mon, you don't have to lie to me."

"what?"

"your hand, dumbass," you pointed to the hand he held behind him, "if you were injured, you should have told me. you matter more to me than a stupid game," you say it frustratedly, huffing and biting the inside of your lip to prevent yourself from saying more. "i can take care of you," is on the tip of your tongue, but you choose to hold it back for now.

dan heng bewilderedly blinked at you a few times. you thought he had cut his hand? he matters to you more than winning?

"uh," he moved his hand away from his back, now holding it in front of you, "i didn't cut my hand."

dan heng's hand is fine. it's pristine, and it looks as callous as you remembered. his hands are practically divine⎯like a gift given from the aeons. long and rough and delicate despite it all. there was no cut adorning the pale flesh.

without thinking, you run your fingers tenderly along his palm, turning his hand over and staring at it astoundedly.

"oh," you whisper.

dan heng cannot hear anything other than his own heartbeat. you touch him so reverently, so softly. his breathing started to become quicker and more shallow, and he sincerely hopes that the kitchen is dark enough to hide the subtle tint of red embellishing his face.

oh.

oh.

"even if i cut myself, i think i'd be okay," dan heng says in a quiet manner, reassuring you.

your eyes jump towards his quickly, before noticing how you were practically caressing his hands. out of immense mortification, you attempt to pull your hand away as fast as you can; only for it to be grabbed back and interlocked with dan heng's hand.

you gawk at the sight until you look back up at dan heng. his eyes are silently pleading for you to not let go, and you're starting to wonder if he actually did cut his finger. because why else would he act like this?

your entire body feels like it's on fire. dan heng looks at you with such intensity that you can feel yourself burning. his hands are cold, which helps you cool down from his gaze.

you swallow, "you're an idiot," you lightly shake your head as you squeeze his hand, "what if it gets infected?"

dan heng relishes in the feeling of your hand in his. he doesn't know what spirit possessed him to grab your hand, but he is forever grateful. and when you squeezed his hand with yours, a part of him evaporated into the stars, swirling around and dancing in the vast universe.

dan heng shrugs at your question, and you look personally offended, "stop. we're friends," you ignore how your heart shrivels and burns at the description, "we take care of each other. and⎯i don't care⎯i'll always be pleased to take care of you," you squeeze his hand one more time, and you feel his thumb come up and brush over the top of your hand. you try your best not to scream.

you glance at the peeled apple next to you, sitting on a napkin on the counter. your eyebrows slightly raise up when an idea flows through your head. to dan heng's (and your) dismay, you untangle your fingers out of dan heng's grasp. he wants nothing more than to grab your hand and entwine it back in his fingers, but he's curious when he sees you grab the apple from the counter.

you cut another slice out of the fruit, placing the apple back on the counter after you were done. you turn back to dan heng, still caged underneath him. you are not complaining.

"open," you quietly instruct.

dan heng, with some chasteness, does what he's told. he parts his lips halfway, leaving enough room for you to hold the apple slice to his mouth. your fingers are so close to his mouth when you insert the apple between his lips. dan heng tries not to think about it too much, because if he does, he's ninety-nine percent sure he would combust.

you give him a half smile when he chews and swallows the apple, "good job. see, i just took care of you."

his eyes crinkle, "aren't you hungry too?"

"eh. i'm not the biggest apple fan."

dan heng's eyebrows furrow, "then, why were you cutting an apple earlier?"

"you like apples."

he feels his heart (and body at that) melt away. in this moment⎯the two of you being so close in near darkness⎯lasts forever. dan heng is not too fond of 'forever,' but right now, he truly hopes that he is subservient to you for years on end. for he cannot envision a happy life without you in it. he can't even envision regular life without you in it.

dan heng lets out a breathy chuckle; it sounds more like a light scoff than a laugh. his head drops down; he tries to conceal the grin that is about to burst on his face.

when he looks back up, you are there. you are always there. there is reassurance in you: you are security, you are safety, and you are reliance.

dan heng says something about oranges. about them and their peels. about how you two could have an orange peeling contest next time.

because with you, dan heng knows, there will always be a next time.

bonus:

"you like oranges, do you want me to peel those for you more often?"

"you already peel them for me, idiot," you roll your eyes, "i still don't understand why you don't let me peel them."

"it's so i can win orange peeling competitions," dan heng nonchalantly shrugs, laughing when you slap his shoulder.

"you're annoying. i can peel my own oranges," you rest your hand on the counter, tapping your fingers on the surface.

"then they'd become weapons, not fruits," dan heng teased you, moving his hand closer to yours. he's not holding it. not now, at least. because for now, everything is enough. the apples are enough, the oranges are enough, and most importantly: you are enough.

he's quite satisfied.

#they are so open arms by sza #dan heng x reader #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x you #if you read this pls listen to open arms by sza bc it ENHANCES the experience

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Marineford fix-it fics

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

You Still Have Me by Rijus_Hope - Rated G

Ace is kneeling on the execution platform, ready to accept his fate. He wishes his father and crewmates hadn't come for him, but is glad that, at least, his older brother hasn't come to die for him as well. Or so he thought. Or: the Navy tries to execute Ace. Newly dubbed Emperor of the Sea Monkey D. Luffy shows the world why that was a mistake.

Retired doesn't mean weak by Dezace - Rated T

Gol D. Roger survived the illness that should have killed him, once again triumphing where he had no odds of winning. After Roger achieved his goal, he returned to the love of his life to live out his life with only calm days ahead. His son was born and doted on the boy, soon enough gaining two more sons in the coming years. He approved of their dreams and would not get in the way of them.

But he drew the line at executions.

The Marines better be prepared, because the Pirate King is coming, and he won't rest until his son was safe.

take these fists of mine (raise them one last time) by SkyGem - Rated G

Monkey D Garp is 76, and he's tired of giving up pieces of himself for the World Government. Monkey D Garp is 76, and his grandson is about to be executed. Monkey D Garp is 76, and his family is the one thing he will never give up without a fight.

The Sharp Knife Of A Short Life by Memories_of_the_Shadows - Rated G

Garp isn't the greatest parent in this world or any other by far, but he does try his best and he does love his boys.

Executing Family Reunions by RubyBlue2005 - Rated G

Executions are just less boring family meetups to the Monkey family.

You say there’s a monster in my past (but I don’t believe you) by Glaux_Bryonia - Rated G

The scheduled execution of the pirate Portgas D Ace, Second Division Commander of the Whitebeard Pirates, did not go entirely according to plan… Or: what if Garp never told Ace he was Roger’s son?

All For One by missmungoe - Rated G

Some things never change. Except this time, one very important thing does.

the One Time Ace Turned Away by FMPtrumpets - Rated G

We all know Ace is well-known for never turning his back on a fight, but… what if Luffy managed to get him to walk away from Akainu at Marineford?

Emotional damage by Lerya - Rated M

Opening his eyes, Luffy found an oxygen mask over his mouth. What had happened that he needed that. He never needed something like that, Chopper was well aware that he would bounce back soon enough. Looking around now that his eyes were opened, he could see that he wasn’t lying in their infirmary. The lay out was different from theirs; from the way Chopper had decorated it.

The will to live is harder to keep than a will to die by Dezace - Rated T

Ace was chained down in Impel Down, waiting for his execution and death, knowing that nothing can change that. When Ace hears the news that Luffy was here and there for him, Ace couldn't sit still. Not anymore. Or: Ace decided that being the damsel in distress sucks and that if you wanted something done right, do it yourself.

there is thunder in our hearts by taizi - Rated T

He’s not close enough. He’s not going to make it. Even if he managed to shake off the soldiers in front of him and just threw his whole body at full-speed between Luffy and Akainu to take the blow, he wouldn’t get there fast enough. He doesn’t have enough time. He’s going to lose another brother, only this time it’s going to happen right in front of his eyes, from seven—five—three feet away. He’s ten years old again and learning what grief is. He’s ten years old and all that’s left of Sabo is the letter in his hand and a shared dream and the promise that Ace will look after their silly baby brother while he’s gone.  “DON’T TOUCH HIM!” Ace screams. It’s pure desperation. It’s the last human thing he’ll ever say if Luffy dies here. 

Whitebeard Pirates Guide to Gaslighting the World that Ace is Whitebeard's Biological Son by Thatoneanimequeen - Rated G

Ace being the brilliant genius that he is somehow convinces the Whitebeard pirates and others to get everyone to believe that he is Whitebeard's biological son.

walk the wire by Anonymous - Rated G

So they’re talking about the possibility that Whitebeard loses and Ace dies and Sabo can’t. There are locusts beneath his skin and a headache throbbing against his skull and a tick-tick-tick down his spine, a countdown, a warning, and he needs to go. “I can carry a black bag operation in Marineford,” he blurts, off topic, and the room blows up with noise. ///Sabo needs his memories, Ace needs saving, and Garp needs to rethink his life choices.

#one piece #portgas d ace #one piece sabo #monkey d luffy #marineford #marineford fix it #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3 #one piece fanfiction #monkey d garp #vice admiral garp

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✧Sticking to the Script✧-12

⋆｡°✩ 12-juliet's found a new romeo

a/n: this takes place a week after chapter 11, after school hours

"1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3."

Eula was counting out the beats as you tried to keep up. She was put in charge of choreography for the production. Albeit, she only had one scene to work with. That might have been for the best though, because a simple waltz scene felt like military training with her in charge.

She didn't hesitate to yell or shout. Several freshmen in the ensemble ran out of the room crying because of Eula. No wonder everyone hates her, you thought, but you kept to yourself. There was no way you were risking her wrath.

Lyney was your dance partner. His right hand rested on your waist, while his left was intertwined with your own. He was keeping up with Eula's instructions. You on the other hand, were doing the exact opposite.

You had stepped on his feet more times than you could count. Which resulted in numerous bruises, not to mention how you were completely off beat.

Eula opened her mouth, preparing to scold you for the hundredth time. You winced in anticipation.

"Everyone take five!"

Furina called out. Then she beckoned for Eula to talk to her. Eula set some papers down and muttered something about how incompetent everyone was before making her way to Furina. She gave you a glare, clearly indicating that you should still practice, thankfully Chiori had grabbed her attention before Eula could say anything else.

You and the ensemble took a collective sigh of relief together. Everyone went on a water break together. You and Lyney let go of each other and made your way to sit on the edge of the stage.

"Sorry about that Lyney." you muttered. "You're gonna be the death of me, (Y/N)." he said, chuckling. You playfully punched his shoulder, as he feigned pain.

"Oh, how you wound me!" he exclaimed pressing the back of his hand to his forehead for dramatic effect. You rolled your eyes as you took a sip out of your water bottle. "Yet you love me regardless."

"That was my first mistake." he replied, which earned him another punch from you. You caught him glancing at your hand, before you could ask him why, he grabbed your wrist. "You're still wearing that ring? Aren't you afraid of losing something so expensive?" he asked.

You pulled your hand away, fidgeting with the piece of jewelry that Xingqiu gave you. "Honestly, I'd feel kinda bad if I didn't wear it." you muttered as you watched Xingqiu laugh with his friend about something.

You smiled watching them fool around together. Part of you was kinda jealous.

I wish I could make you laugh like that

"Archons, you're down so bad." Lyney teased, smirking as you turned red. "Shut up." you whispered swatting his shoulder. You went back to observing the crew + some of the volunteers.

Xingqiu and his friend were transporting some boxes over to the stage. You subconsciously fixed your hair and smoothed out your clothes as he neared you and Lyney.

Xingqiu waved and you returned the gesture. "You do know you can just talk to him right?" you heard Lyney ask. You were about to do just that, but Eula had returned from her meeting with Furina and Chiori.

"Places!" she snapped her fingers as everyone scrambled into their positions, but your mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.

I wish I could just talk to him

Hours later, you still couldn't grasp the routine. Sure, you had gotten better, but not to the point where Lyney's feet didn't suffer anymore. But there was always tomorrow, rehearsal would be over soon anyway.

Eula rubbed her temples as she glanced at her phone, checking the time. "That's a wrap everyone! Thank you for coming." you heard Furina announce as she started packing up.

Fischl and Lyney started gathering their things. "You guys can leave without me, I just need to sort out some things." you told them. Fischl looked at you, then at Xingqiu, she mouthed an "Oh" before dragging Lyney away and whispering something to him.

You waved goodbye before approaching Xingqiu who had just done the same for his friend.

"Hey."

"Hi."

The two of you had exchanged a proper greeting for the first time today, it had been a while since the two of you got some one-on-one time alone. "Did you need something?" he asked.

No, I just want to spend time with you, I don't care what we do, I just want you

Is what you would've said, but that would've been to forward. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds, though it felt like an eternity. You had to think of an excuse so he would stay.

"You wouldn't happen to know how to dance would you?"

Xingqiu looked surprised, then he took your hand and led you to the stage.

"As a matter of fact, I do."

He led you up the steps, his stand still intertwined with yours. The two of you made your way to the center of the stage. His right hand rested on your waist, and his left still held your hand.

He pulled you closer, your chests pressing against one another, you hoped he didn't feel your wild heartbeat. "Um, this is okay with you, right?" he asked, due to your close proximity you could see his cheeks dusted with pink..

You nodded, attempting to maintain eye contact with him.

"Just follow my lead then." he told you.

You counted the beats in your head, but you soon found out that you didn't need to. With Xingqiu, it just came naturally.

You found yourself focusing more on him rather than the actual routine. You noticed how pretty his resting face was, and the golden sheen in his eyes.

Your faces were getting close, dangerously close. You could feel his breath against your lips. The two of you continued dancing, you swayed along with him.

Your foreheads were resting against each other, and the two of you continued to hold eye contact.

"Xingqiu..."

He was leaning in, whether this was something he wanted, or this was just him being in the moment, was something you couldn't determine. You weren't even sure whether you wanted it either.

"Excuse me!"

You heard a voice yell, it was Furina. "Sorry to interrupt but some people are renting the auditorium so you guys need to get out now." she explained before leaving again.

You pulled away from Xingqiu, and he heard him mutter an apology as his face flushed. You went to pick up your bag that rested by the stage.

"I'll see you tommorow, yeah?"

He nodded going to get his things from the seats in the front row.

As you walked towards the exit you felt your stomach doing somersaults. You recalled your thoughts from earlier.

I just want you

You put your hand on your cheek as you felt your face heat up. You turned around to watch Xingqiu pack up his things.

Archons, I'm down bad

additional notes:

-i'm so sorry for not uploading yesterday guys T-T

-i swear i'm trying my hardest

-cockblock furina cuz why not

-not even half way through and these two children have fallen so hard for each other

-young love yk

-very proud of this chapter

-i'll try to get a double update in today

-very excited for chapter 13

-check the title and you'll find out why

-ty again for all the love <3

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✧Sticking to the Script✧

Pairing: Xingqiu x FEM! Reader

Genre: fake dating, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst (?), high school smau, modern smau

⋆｡°✩-Synopsis: Xingqiu just got entered into a special writing contest, the type that's invite only, the theme this year is love, the only problem is that he has zero romantic experience. but he really wants to prove himself as a writer. meanwhile, you just found out that your boyfriend cheated on you, and you need to show him that you're 100% over him, the only problem is that there's no way you can get an actual boyfriend that quickly. clearly, the solution to both of your issues is to fake date each other. it shouldn't be hard for an actor such as yourself, all you need to do is stick to the script.

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#xingqiu x reader #xingqiu x you #xingqiu x y/n #xingqiu #lyney #fischl #furina #chiori #eula #eula lawrence #kazuha #genshin impact #genshin smau #genshin au #high school au #highschool au #highschool smau #high school smau #social media au #modern au #modern smau #modern social media au #modern genshin au

[ninetailedfoxmanchi]

Mafia! BTS - You're Pregnant and You Don't Want to Keep the Baby

Warnings: mention and discussion of abortion and menstruation, mostly fluff tho

A/N: I've been sick these past couple of days so I re-read some of my old fics. I left off the BTS series on more of a family note but I thought I'd like to write the alternative reaction too. I had no idea I'd be writing this or anything at all but it sort of hit me out of the blue. I hope you like this fic and feel free to send in some requests (no promises, as always). Also, apologies in advance because I didn't proof read.

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Jin

You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a positive pregnancy test in your hand. You were biting your lip, your chest heavy with anxiety and fear. Lost in thought and emotion, you had no idea how long you had been sitting there contemplating your decisions when suddenly Jin appeared in the bathroom doorway.

"Y/N, what's-" he began yet lost his words when he saw the pregnancy test at your feet. You were playing with your fingers, biting your lip without even raising your gaze to him.

"Are you pregnant?" asked Jin quietly as he knelt down before you and took your hands in his.

"I think so," you whispered as you nodded your head. "But..." you spoke although you did not know what to say or how to say it. “I don’t think I’m ready… I’ve been thinking… I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

"Ever be what, princess?"

"Ready to be a mom," you confessed. The words felt sour on your tongue. You've always been taught to want to be a mother but deep down you never felt the instinct yourself. Becoming a parent felt like a notion forced upon you and whilst you admired women capable of motherhood, you simply never saw yourself in that role.

You confessed all of that to Jin. He held your hand in both of his, his thumbs caressing the back of your palms as he listened to you.

"Alright," agreed Jin once you had finished. "I understand, princess." He kissed your forehead and caressed your cheek. "I would never force you to do anything you were uncomfortable with. You're my everything."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard Jin's warm, gentle voice. You nodded to yourself and could not help but start to cry.

"Oh, princess, it's going to be okay," said Jin and pulled you in his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck and buried your nose in the nook of his collarbone.

"Are you sure you're not upset?" you asked.

"I told you," he said, pulling away to look you in the eye. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, princess. I want whatever you want," spoke Jin softly and brushed away the tears from your cheeks.

Namjoon

You visited your personal doctor having been under the weather for more than a week. You couldn't keep anything down, not even your favourite foods, you had to pee what seemed to be every five minutes and you were feeling sore all over your body. Namjoon wanted you to see a doctor days ago but you were avoiding going to a hospital. However, you made a deal that if you wouldn't feel better by the end of the week, you would go and here you were.

"It's probably nothing, let's just go home," you said fidgeting your knee as you squeezed on Namjoon's hand that was resting in your lap.

"We're not going anywhere, love," assured Namjoon, "Let's just wait for the results of your bloodwork and then I'll take you home." He kissed your temple as you leaned onto him. You were as pale as a ghost but then again you haven't been feeling like yourself for the past fortnight.

"Ms Y/N?" called the nurse. You and Namjoon both stood up.

"Your test results are back," said the nurse, a strange shimmer in her eye. "Congratiulations, you're going to be parents," she announced.

It can't be. I can't be.

Like the flip of a switch your head swirled with sickness. You tried to catch yourself by Namjoon's arm when suddenly you hit the ground and your vision went dark.

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You woke just moments later, lying on a gurney. A soft groan escaped your lips as you reached for your head and rubbed your eyes. The neon white lights blinded you before you blinked and regained your vision.

"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" asked Namjoon, his voice deep with concern yet he tried to sound calm and collected.

"Joon?" you mumbled as you struggled to sit up.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, slowly," murmured your boyfriend as he helped you up. He brushed the hair from your face and kissed your forehead.

"I was so worried," he whispered against your skin.

"Is it... Is it true? Am I pregnant?" you asked grievously as your eyes filled with tears.

"The blood results say so, yes," confirmed Namjoon. He was still cupping your cheeks, caressing you with his thumbs. "You don't seem too thrilled about this news."

“I’m just..." you began but your voice cracked. "I'm just not ready yet, Namjoon. It's too soon.” Your boyfriend studied you a minute.

"Did you know about this? Is this why you didn't want to go and see the doctor?" asked Namjoon, his voice calm and quiet yet laced with sadness.

"I... I don't how... I suspected it, I mean... My period was late but that could be because of the sickness, I just... I don't know," you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes but they kept on falling. "I know you want a family, Namjoon. But I'm not ready yet, I just can't-"

"Hey, shh, it's okay... It's okay, my love," spoke Namjoon and pulled you into his arms. "It doesn't matter what I want, princess. If you don't want this, than neither do I, I promise you."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'm sure. Whatever you decide to do, I'll always be here for you, okay, love?" spoke Namjoon as he kissed the top of your head.

Yoongi

You were lying in bed with Yoongi on a lazy weekend morning. He was playing with your fingers and tracing sunlight marks across your arms. You had trouble sleeping all night, tossing and turning, feeling too hot then too cold, feeling anxious and sick and then finally you were able to fall asleep near morning. But that singular moment of being held by your boyfriend, of sunshine pouring into your bedroom relieved you of all tension.

That is until a nasty hot washed over your body and settled in your abdomen. Suddenly, you burst out of bed, starling both yourself and your boyfriend but you had no time for explanation. You burst into the bathroom and knelt before the toilet, vomiting like crazy.

Yoongi burst in after you and pulled your hair back, his free hand gently rubbing your back. You flushed the toilet, thinking you were done when suddenly another wave of nausea washed over your stomach.

"Jagi, what's going on?" asked Yoongi when you were finally able to lean against the side of the bath.

"I don't know," you mumbled as you shook your head but the same moment those words escaped your lips, your eyes opened and widened.

"What?" asked Yoongi.

"Nothing," you said quickly but he was not fooled.

"Tell me," he insisted and scooted closer to you where he pushed your hair behind your ear. You looked up into his eyes, studying him as you considered confiding in him or not. But if your suspicions provided to be true, then you would have to talk to Yoongi anyways.

"What... What if I'm pregnant?" you asked in a mere whisper.

Yoongi froze as if someone had just poured a bucket of ice-cold water over his head. His eyes drained of emotion.

"I don't think..." you began as you shook your head. "I don't think I'm ready, Yoongi... I don't... I don't think I'll ever be ready," you confessed. “I like the way things are. Just the two of us,” you whispered guiltily as quiet tears fell down your cheeks. Something about saying those words felt both like relief and condemnation at the same time.

"So do I," said Yoongi and brushed away the tears from your face. You looked up at him once again, wanting to see if he was truthful or just saying that to comfort you. But it wasn't in Yoongi's nature to lie and neither did he do so in that moment.

"But what if I am pregnant?" you asked.

"Then we'll go and see your doctor," said Yoongi calmly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. He kept his warm hands on your cheeks, brushing away your tears.

"Please don't cry, kitten," he whispered, his eyes locked with yours. His heart was breaking seeing you this harsh on yourself, on something that happened by mere chance. "I'll take care of you, Y/N. Whatever you decide to do," promised Yoongi and pulled you into his arms where you locked your hands around his torso and leaned against his chest.

Hoseok

You were pacing up and down the waiting room, nervous for the result of your blood test. It has been more than five weeks since your last menstruation and you've been feeling far too sick for it to be normal - not only in the mornings but all the time. You couldn't sleep and you were sore all over. Although you did not want it to be true, you were not surprised when the pregnancy test was positive. Still, convenience store pregnancy tests were not entirely reliable so you had to see your doctor before you would even mention something to your boyfriend. You could not even imagine how this happened since you were always using protection.

"Ms Y/N?" asked the nurse as she stepped out into the hallway. She invited you back into the doctor's office where you sat down with your gynaecologist.

"We've ran the tests several time, Ms Y/N, but I'm afraid they always came back positive," said your doctor sympathetically. You told her of your concerns before the tests were made and could not do much else but nod. She told you about your options, about continuing the pregnancy and even adoption but those were not really options for you personally. Even when you saw the convenience store pregnancy test come out positive, you already knew you wouldn't go through with it should it be confirmed by your doctor as well.

"Right," you nodded but your voice was hoarse as if you had been crying. You did not think so yet when you touched your cheek you realized it was stained with tears.

You apologized quickly and took out a tissue but the doctor seemed to perfectly understand.

"Then... Would you like to make an appointment to terminate the pregnancy?" asked your gynaecologist. "I must inform you that you will need someone to escort you home after the procedure; your mom, a friend, your partner..."

That made you think of how you were going to tell Hoseok. Whether he would even want to come with you in the first place.

You nodded and discussed the procedure with your doctor but as you arrived home, your head was spinning from all the information. Your chest was heavy with anxiety and your head hurt. But as you opened the bathroom door, you found Hoseok with your positive pregnancy test in his hands. You froze on your tracks, your eyes widening as his gaze found your own.

"Are you... Are you pregnant?" asked Hoseok in disbelief.

"I just got it confirmed by my doctor," you nodded, your voice falling silent.

"What are you going to do?" asked Hoseok out of breath.

You shook your head as tears crept into your eyes. You couldn't understand why you were crying out of the sudden but you were. Perhaps it was the pressure, the anxiety, the hormones or all at once, yet suddenly you found yourself crying against Hoseok's chest. He sat you up on the bathroom counter and ran his fingers through your hair.

"It's okay, shh, it's okay, my princess," spoke Hoseok softly as he tried to calm you down.

"I'm not... I'm not going to keep it, Hobi," you sobbed quietly. "A-Are you angry with me?"

"What?" said Hoseok as he pulled away, holding your shoulders. "Why would I be angry with you, Y/N? It's your body and it's a big decision. Whatever you want to do, is alright with me, do you hear me?" he asked, looking you deep in the eye. Hoseok brushed the tears from your cheeks as you proceeded to tell him about your appointment.

"They said I need someone to help me home afterwards," you spoke slowly.

"You know I'm coming with you, Y/N," assured Hoseok. "If you like it or not, I'll be there. Always, okay?"

You nodded as more tears fell down your cheeks and you wrapped your arms around Hoseok's neck. "Thank you," you whispered.

Jimin

"Jimin?" you began slowly as you found your boyfriend sitting on the sofa, his gaze firmly on his favourite tv series. But once he heard your voice, his eyes found you and softened immediately. Jimin opened his arms for you and you gladly accepted, snuggling into his chest as your legs rested in his lap. But your chest was heavy with concern and anxiety. You weren't feeling like yourself these past days so you went to your doctor for a check-up. Yet then the results of your bloodwork came back, the doctor informed you that you were pregnant. You had never imagined this to happen and it was beyond you to even try to calculate when or how this happened. But the bloodwork was run several times and there was no doubt that you were pregnant.

You have never even talked to Jimin about whether he wants a family or not, you've barely even thought about whether you want one. But during the past few days that was all you could possibly think about. The more you contemplated it, the more you realized you did not want to continue this pregnancy. There were times in your life when you thought you wanted to have a family at some point but now that you were actually in this moment of decision, you could not possibly imagine raising a baby and starting a family. Perhaps it was too soon, perhaps you did not wish for a family at all. For now, Jimin was all you wanted and could ever need.

"Sweetheart?" asked Jimin, "Y/N? Are you okay?" he spoke once again, waking you up from your thoughts. Jimin pulled back slightly and looked you in the eye. You blinked and nodded your head.

"Yeah, no, I'm, I'm okay," you stuttered although even you did not believe your own words.

"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me," asked Jimin gently and caressed your cheek.

You licked your dry lips and glanced away.

"You trust me, don't you?" said Jimin and raised your chin to face him.

You bit the corner of your lip as you sat up on your own and felt yourself fidget unconsciously.

"I... Um..." you began but you seemed to have forgotten all the words. "I, um... I have to tell you something, Jimin," you said carefully and pushed the hair from your eyes. You were twitching your leg nervously against the sofa but did not know how to stop it.

"What is it? Tell me," insisted Jimin and took your hand, "Are you sick?"

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. Instead of your chest releasing the anxiety it only grew larger and heavier, weighing you down. Your eyes watered with tears.

"Wh... You're... You're pregnant?" stuttered Jimin, his eyes wide and puzzled like a child's.

"But I... I don't want to keep it. I won't keep it," you mumbled distressed. "I just can't. I don't want to be a mom, Jimin," you hurried as big fat tears fell from your eyes. Jimin watched you as you spoke those words before he took your face into his hands.

"Whatever you decide to do, Y/N, I'll support you," he assured.

"You will?" you whispered timidly, looking up into his big brown eyes.

"What kind of question is that? Of course I will," he assured and pulled you close as he kissed your forehead.

"I'm sorry," you said, feeling guilty as hot tears wet Jimin's shirt. "I'm just really scared," you confessed.

"Hey, there's nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart, okay? Nothing," promised Jimin. "If you don't want to keep it, we can go see your doctor first thing tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay," you nodded against Jimin's chest as he caressed your hair until you calmed down.

Taehyung

You waited in front of the doctor's office for your appointment. It's been the second time that week that you've visited your gynaecologist; the first time because you've missed your period and weren't feeling quite yourself with all the muscle soreness and morning sickness. When your doctor gave you the news that you were pregnant, she could tell by the look on your face it was something you did not want; at least not at this point. She told you your options but to you there was only one - abortion.

"I'm here," said Taehyung out of breath. Your eyes widened as you looked up at his face. You haven't told anyone you were pregnant, least of all your boyfriend who had a soft spot for every baby and toddler in this world.

"Wh... What are you doing here?" you stuttered in absolute horror.

"You don't think I'd let you go through this on your own, my love?" spoke Taehyung softly and caressed your cheek before taking your hands into his lap. His fingers traced comforting shapes in your skin but you were too stunned to notice.

"How did you find out?" you asked dismayed. Taehyung turned to look at you, an utterly foreign expression on his face. His eyes were soft but sad and his features sombre.

"How could you think I wouldn't?" he spoke gently, "They called me since I'm your emergency contact and you didn't arrange for someone to escort you home," explained Taehyung.

"That's... That's why you're here?" you asked slowly.

"I'm here for you, Y/N," said Taehyung and squeezed your hands reassuringly, "And whatever you want."

"I wish you'd told me, though," he added.

"I thought you'd want to keep it," you spoke quickly yet quietly.

"I would," confessed Taehyung, "But it's your body and I would never force you to do something you weren't ready to do, Y/N." He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear before he pressed his lips softly to your forehead.

Your eyes watered. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Tae," you admitted. As you spoke those words, your doctor appeared in the doorway and invited you inside.

"It's alright, my love," spoke Taehyung comfortingly and kissed your hand. "I'll be right here when you wake up and I'll take you home, alright?"

You nodded and wiped the tears from you eyes. "Thank you," you murmured and hugged him before you went with your doctor.

Jungkook

You were pacing up and down your bathroom, staring at the timer on your phone. You had taken a pregnancy test because your period was unusually late. Although there was no guarantee it was going to be positive, you had a feeling about it. It's been on your mind for days and so was the decision of what to do if you were indeed pregnant. You had no idea what Jungkook's stand was on it but it was your body at the end of the day and you had no intention of starting a family yet. Perhaps one day in the future but doing so now would be a mistake.

Your phone began buzzing just before the test showed you were pregnant.

"What's going on?" asked a deep voice. You gasped and jumped around, startled by Jungkook's presence. He wasn't supposed to be home for hours and you had hoped you had more time to consider what to say to him, how to tell him the news and your decision.

"Is that..." began Jungkook as he noticed the blue-white stick in your hands.

"I..." you stuttered.

"Are you pregnant, Y/N?" asked Jungkook in disbelief as his gaze found yours. His eyes were wide and his lips parted.

"I... I think so," you admitted and showed your boyfriend the pregnancy test. Your hands were shaking from all the emotion. You did not know what to feel. Jungkook frowned.

"Are you scared of me, kitten?" he asked carefully, his voice deep and husky.

"N-No," you said and shook your head. "I... I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, fidgeting with your hands.

"Y/N..." breathed Jungkook as he reached out for you and pulled you to his chest. You leaned your head against his torso as he caressed your hair and you finally let out all the emotion. Tears stained Jungkook's shirt.

"I... I'm really scared, Jungkook," you sobbed quietly. "I... I don't w-want to be p-pregnant," you confessed, your entire body trembling.

"Shh, it's okay, kitten, it's okay," spoke Jungkook against the top of your head where he left soft, comforting kisses. "Everything will be alright, I promise."

"Hey," said Jungkook as you began crying even harder. He cupped your cheeks and made you look at him whilst he brushed away your tears. "We'll see your doctor so that they can confirm you're really pregnant. And if you are, then we'll make an appointment to do whatever you decide to do, alright? Everything will be okay," promised Jungkook once again.

You nodded and hugged him tightly. "Are you not angry with me?" you stuttered.

"Why would I be angry with you, princess?" asked Jungkook astonished.

"Because... Because this even h-happened or I... I don't know..." you whispered as more tears stained your boyfriend's shirt.

"This isn't your fault, kitten. It just happens sometimes," spoke Jungkook quietly as he kissed your forehead.

"And... And you're not angry because I want to end it?" you asked once again.

"I want whatever you want, kitten. That's never going to change," murmured Jungkook against your lips before kissing you gently.

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[boliv-jenta]

Hey Liv, I hope you had a good weekend☺️ I’m not sure if you take requests but I can’t stop thinking about Steve finding fem reader passed out in the embassy somewhere because she’s pregnant with Javi’s baby👀 Maybe she’s been off a while and Javi’s away somewhere with Carrillo

Disclaimer: I didn't finish Narcos and I got so excited to get a request I stayed up to get this out.

Warnings: Mentions of smut. A little angsty. Pregnancy related illness.

WC: 1.8k

Uncle Steve

The office was empty. The silence was only interrupted by the ticking of the clocks as he passed them and the click of his shoes against the floor. Each step finally taking him home to Connie. He's almost at the elevator when he sees the light on. It's odd, no one should still be here. They've been quiet as hell if they're still here. Putting it down to someone being forgetful, he pops into the office to switch off the lamp. That's when he sees you. Laying on the floor.

Panic flares in him, but he tries to stay calm. No good will come of him losing his head. What does he do? Pulse. Recovery position. Airways. Words whizz through his mind as his hands work. You're warm, that's good. His hand searches for yours. He doesn't know why, to comfort you? His fingers graze your wrist, and he feels it. A pulse. He didn't have to look too hard for it. It must be strong. At that point, you started to come around. Thank fuck because he had no idea what to do. Connie! 

"Hey. You're alright. I've got you. I'm gonna call for help." You give a weak nod as he pulls your head into his lap. The phone crashes to the floor as he reaches for it. "Shit!" Pulling on the cord, he fishes it back. It takes five rings for Connie to answer. He counts while he prays. 

"Connie. I'm at work. One of the women I work with, I found her passed out." Give him a gang full of guns to face and he'd keep his head. Medical emergencies were not his forte. 

"I'm okay." You managed, hearing the frantic worry in his tone. 

"She's conscious? Be careful letting her sit up. You don't want her passing out again. Get her checked out right away." He hears Connie's advice. Like he wasn't going to take you straight to a hospital as soon as he could.

"Thanks, Con." He is genuinely grateful. He hated the moments it was just him dealing with this.

"Woah. Take it easy." He tries to slow you as you sit up, Connie's words in his head. Please don't pass out again. 

Leaning back against the desk. You crack your eyes open to look at Steve. He looks how you feel. "I'm okay. I just need to eat, I think. My head hurts too."

Steve notices the red mark on your forehead. Maybe from the desk on your way down. He's on his feet and to the kitchen. He raids the cupboard for sweet treats. Grabs a cup of water. Then he grabs the ice pack Javi keeps in the freezer for those really bad hangover days. 

Returning like a triumphant Labrador with a ball, he places the items next to you. All except the ice pack, which he gently holds to your head.

Your pride hurts more than your head as you let Steve care for you. It was stupid to skip dinner but this lead could bring Javi back. He was out there chasing leads when he could be here. He needed to be here. There were some things you couldn't talk about over the phone. 

"Here." Steve holds up a packet of something covered with coconut. The smell turns your stomach. He jumps when you start to wretch.

"I'm sorry. It's the smell of them." A connection instantly is made in Steve's mind. One that terrifies him as well as angers him.

"Are you pregnant?" His eyes are wide as he asks. "We need to get you, both, checked out."

"I'm fine. Like I said, I need to eat. Just something without coconut." You fish out a much more appealing plain cookie. 

"You've been here all hours. And out in the field. If you were my wife…" He regrets the words as he says them. He doesn't know what your situation is.

Shame blushes your cheeks. Steve takes a stab in the dark. "Wait, the father doesn't know, does he?"

"No. Not yet." You confirm his suspicion.

"You need to go get checked out. Is there someone you can call?" It's at this point Steve realises that he knows nothing about you. 

He knows that you are a hard worker. Diligent. Somehow, in an office full of men you manage to keep off the radar. Objectively, he knows you're beautiful. In most places like this your presence would be like throwing a stake to a pack of wolves. He would have thought every single, and a few not so single, man in the office would be sniffing around you. Somehow you've managed to command respect without creating waves. Everyone keeps their distance and lets you work. Even Javi toed the line. He never flirted with you. He was always polite with you. Come to think of it…no. There was no way. You wouldn't give Javi the time of day, you were too smart to get mixed up with him or anyone in the office.

The cookie you ate wasn't sitting right. "I feel sick." 

"Come on. We're taking you to the hospital." 

An hour passed before they would let Steve see you again. He paced the floor like it was his child you were carrying. Something about seeing you on the floor. Looking so fragile and helpless. Even when you were anything but. If it were Connie, he'd want someone with her. When he entered your room, he was happy to see you looked much better. He came to sit beside you. "How are you?"

"Better. I told you I just needed to eat." You nodded at the discarded tray on the table.

"You did." He smiled before adding "So do you want me to call Javier?"

There was no point in denying it, Steve was obviously more observant that Javi had given him credit for. Even though you had been incredibly careful at work. No longing glances. No favouritism. Minimal conversation. Come to think of it, maybe you had gone too far the other way. Javi was charming. Who wouldn't want to talk to him or to curry favour with him?

Javier burst through the doors two hours later. Running right into Steve. "What happened? Where is she?"

Anger boiled in Steve. You'd been working hard to look for leads for Javier yet he had no idea what was going on with you. Grabbing Javier by the shirt he slammed him into the nearest wall. "You fucked around in the office and now I'm dealing with it. Did you know? Is that why you ran off on this lead?"

Confusion furrows Javier's brow. "What? Know what?

"She's pregnant." Steve loosen his grip a little. It seemed like Javier was genuinely stunned and concerned.

"No, I didn't know. I had no idea. We've only…a few times." Javier knew than didn't matter or that he'd uses a condom. It only took one swimmer as his sex Ed teacher once said.

"So she's just some casual fuck? In our office, really?" Steve's head spins with the momentum of Javier changing their positions.

Steve is the one now pinned to the wall, with his partner's fist twisted in the front of his shirt. It takes Steve a minute to see where Javier's anger is coming from. "What? Don't you like being called out on your bullshit?"

Javier bares his teeth before his gaze flicks in the direction of your room for just a second. Then it all becomes clear. "Shit. You care about her, don't you? Poor girl. That might actually be worse."

Javier huffs a laugh in agreement.

"How long have you been…?" He pressed for details.

"We've been dating for seven months."

"Seven fucking months? And dating? With like flowers and shit? Since when do you date?"

"Since her." A smile tugs at Javier's lips.

He started dating because you told him he'd have to work for you. You told him that he could have one night with you now. A night that you would completely make worth his while. Or he could work for it. He could get to know you then he could have more than one night. For the first few weeks that night became more tempting. Everything about you enticed him. Then as time wore on he knew he couldn't settle for just one night. It took five months for you to give him that night. But how right you were, it was completely worth his while. Javier had been with a lot of women on and off Uncle Sam's dime. None of them could hold a candle to you. You kept him up to the crack of dawn. Taking your pleasure from him and returning it, what felt like ten fold, to him. He was already hopelessly in love with you by then. He confessed as much the next morning as you lay on his chest. Since then he'd taken you on dates, treated you like a queen. Things had come up to keep you apart so he'd only known you touch a couple more times. He couldn't work out what type of luck it was that you were now carrying his child.

"Are you okay?" Javier's words ghost across your forehead as his lips leave a kiss there. "Are you both, okay?"

Damn, Steve. "Yes, we are." 

"Steve told me.It is mine, right?" Fuck. He curses himself. Of all the stupid things to say. Especially when he's into too deep to care. Part of him wouldn't give two shits who's it was. As long as you were his.

"You'd think it was Steve's, the way he's been clucking about." You joked to relieve his obvious tension. "Yes, Javier. It's yours. I'm keeping it. I can do this by myself. You don't have to.."

Javier couldn't even stand to hear you finish that sentence. He silenced you with a press of his lips. 

"I will be here. For them. For you if you want me to."

"I do, Javi."

"Good because Steve might kill me."

"DEA agent slain by partner is not a good headline."

"Ex-partner."

"What?"

"Let's quit. Let's go back home. Let's do this right." 

"Are you serious?"

"I have done and seen so much bad shit here. The only time I don't think about or see it when I close my eyes is when I'm with you. I'm not risking losing that or our baby." His warm hand spread over your stomach.

Steve paced the hallway again. He was starting to think he might actually wear a groove in it. Then Javier appeared, a smile on his face even wider than the one he'd had all those months ago, the last time Steve had been pacing outside your hospital room. 

"It's a girl. I have a daughter. You wanna meet her?" Javier slapped his ex-partner on the back in a celebratory hug.

"Well, if that isn't karma. When she's all grown up you'll be chasing off men like you."

"That's not funny, Steve."

"Oh, it is."

"Shut up, you fucking hillbilly."

This first Javier's daughter hears of her Uncle Steve is his laughter over the grinding of her father's teeth.

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[cripple-culture-is]

Cripple culture is not wanting to go to PT anymore after just six weeks because it feels like your (phys abled) physical therapists don't understand anything about your situation and keep pushing for you to stop using the mobility aids that have increased your quality of life ten-fold.

I don't care if I'm relying on my mobility aids "too much". They want me to not use my crutches as much (which already don't help as much as I need them to) because I'm "strong enough" to not need them, according to them. Maybe my muscles are strong enough, but several times I have not been able to just go across the parking lot to get into the clinic from the car without my knees failing me, especially my bad one, or my hips and/or knees hurting like hell, or both. I'm strong as hell, sure, but that doesn't do shit when I'm scared to just go to the vending machine in my school alone because I'm worried my knee will dislocate or subluxate in the middle of me walking in the hallway for five minutes--which has happened on too many occasions to count. Not to mention my hips subluxating on multiple occasions when I'm not even doing anything--just laying in bed or on the couch on my back.

Or, get this, I went to [big city] and walked around for 45 minutes, and I was already knocked out. Then my family decided that we had to go to the store, and we did, and halfway through the shopping, I was in so weak and in so much pain that I physically could not talk. Once we got home, even after hours of resting, even after a full day, I could not walk more than ten feet without my crutches, and I couldn't walk at all without pain, even with crutches.

That's not even mentioning how, without my crutches, I am regularly banging into walls and door frames, and I have a relatively wide stance because I have no balance when I try to stand "normally" without them and am constantly consciously self-correcting so that I don't topple over. I've slammed my face into so many closed doors not because I don't see them, but because of how shite my balance and proprioception are. I run up the stairs on all fours when I don't have my crutches because A) it helps me not fall over because I feel like I'm about to pass out whenever I stand up, B) it helps me not fall over because I have awful balance, and C) it takes the weight off my legs and makes it less likely that they're going to collapse beneath me, especially on bad days.

I feel like they're so fucking desperate to cure me so I can walk "normally", that they're less focused on my actual quality of life and more focused on getting me to stop the mobility aids that I've needed since seventh grade at least, and only just got in August of last year. I bet that if I told them I wanted a wheelchair (and have wanted since seventh grade because every time I stood up, I felt like I was going to pass out), they would be mortified and tell me that I'm just making things worse for myself. They act like I'm overreacting and exaggerating all of my experiences, meanwhile I haven't been able to write with a pencil--especially non-mechanical pencils--for longer than ten seconds because of how much pain I'm in; meanwhile I have to catch my breath whenever I sit down after walking more than ten feet; meanwhile I can't even use a lot of exercise equipment, especially for the legs, because after just thirty seconds it feels like my bad knee is stabbing me.

(Sorry about the vent, I'm just so fucking tired of this shit. Tl;dr, my physical therapists don't listen to me and act like because I have strong muscles, I actually don't need my mobility aids as much as I do because they personally think, after six 45-minute tops sessions where we barely talk about my abilities in the real world, that I'm basically healthy aside from chronic pain, meanwhile I regularly risk subluxating my hips and knees just walking the distance from the parking lot to the clinic where I go to see them.)

Oh no! I'm so sorry you're dealing with that. They should really know better. As a disabled person, you are the only one who truly knows what will work for you. If your mobility aids help you, keep using them, your PT's reaction and opinion be damned. It isn't about them. It's about you.

If walking without them increases your fall risk, use your crutches.

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[kennarose1108]

Daryl Dixon x Reader (HE CHEATS, PART 2)

Over the last month you have been trying to keep your mind off things. Instead of Beth taking care of Judith like usual you took over the role as her caregiver instead, speaking almost all day and all night with her. Some nights Rick would panic, seeing Judith gone from her crib just to find you curled up in your bed with Judith in your arms both of you out cold. At first Rick wondered why you took such a big role with Judith... As much as you loved being around Judith before you did other things.

Like helping with the crops, going out on runs, etc. But now you seem to have completely changed, only spending time with Judith and not speaking much but sometimes helping Hershel with the crops... But you especially didn't speak about what happened between you and Daryl.

You hadn't fully grieved the loss of your and Daryl's relationship. Other than the night it happened you hadn't really cried about it and you tried your best to ignore it. Daryl on the other hand was a complete mess. He couldn't sleep, not without you anyways.. He barely spoke to anyone, only giving them light nods and if you were lucky enough one worded answers. He tried speaking to you... But you would just tell him you were busy with Judith or the crops and walk away without even looking at him during that entire 'conversation'.

The main group got so sick and tired of this situation they made up a plan... One you wouldn't like so much. "Hey Y/N." Rick says while walking over to you. You were sitting on the ground with Judith who was playing with some of her toys. "Hey Rick." You say with a smile. "Look I need you to go on a run today." Rick says and your smile fades. "Um.. I can't. I'm taking care of Judith." You say nervously. Rick smiles before bending down and picking up Judith. "Me and Judith are going to have a father daughter day. I need you to go." Rick says and you stare at him for a moment. "I... I need to help Hershel with the crops then." You say while standing up and turning to leave. "The crops have already been taken care of. And before you make any more excuses the water pipe is unplugged, food is being prepared and they don't need help, and everything is taken care of. Besides going out on a run." Rick says. You close your eyes in frustration. Fucking bastard.

"Fine. When am I going?" You asked while turning around. "Now." He says while walking past you. You follow him outside and you stare at your feet. You finally looked up and saw Daryl leaning against his motorcycle. You stopped in your tracks. "No." Rick stops too and stares at you. "Y/N we need more supplies." Liar. You all had a week full of extra supplies lying around.

"No." You repeat. Rick sighs. "Y/N. Please." You glare at him in frustration. "Fine. But you owe me." You whisper the last part. "Alright." Rick says while a chuckle as you brush past him. Daryl watched as you walked in his direction, still not looking at him. Daryl got onto his bike and you sat behind him, barely putting your hands on his waist. He started up his bike and began to drive.

As you two drove down the streets you barely held onto his side making you almost fall off at some points. He tried yelling to you that you needed to hold onto him better because you'd be making sharp turns soon but you ignored him. You honestly would rather fall off his bike and possibly break your neck than touch him anymore than you had to. But Daryl being the annoying bastard that he was he went to the side of the road and stopped the motorcycle, turning it off in the process. "Y/N you need to hold onto me tighter otherwise you'll fall off and hurt yourself." You ignored him again, staring off into the trees. "Look you can hate me all you like but I'm not letting you get hurt." You still ignored him. He sighed in annoyance. "Fine. Guess we're sitting here then." You moved your hands off his waist and into your lap.

After about five minutes of sitting in ear piercing silence Daryl got more and more agitated. "Can we at least speak like adults? You're acting like a child Y/N." You scoff with a smirk. "Piss off Daryl." You spat. "She speaks!" He cheers. You shake your head while continuing to stare at the trees. "Are you just going to ignore me forever Y/N is that your plan?" He asks. You ignored him again and instead of agitated he got pissed off.

"I'm sick of this shit. Y'know Y/N we're probably some of the last people on earth so you'll have to speak to me at some point." You chuckle. "Even if we were the last people on earth I'd rather die than carry a conversation with you ever again." He turned his head to the side to look at you through his hair. "What did you just say?" He asks. You ignore him again and he turns his head back forward. "You're a real bitch y'know that?" You chuckle again, turning your gaze onto your lap. "At least I don't whore around when things get tough Daryl. I have some self respect unlike you." He glared at the road and his breaths hardened. "I think now I finally understand." Your eyes flicked up to the back of his head. "Understand what." You ask, curious to what he was going to say.

"I think now I understand why your ex boyfriend would beat the ever living-shit out of you." You stopped breathing. Before the apocalypse you had an abusive ex who liked to beat on you for sport. You have scars all over your body from your many beatings and some surgical scars from your frequent trips to the hospital.

The last time you saw him was when the apocalypse started. Some walkers were trying to break into your shared home and he tried sacrificing you to get away. But lucky for you he got the karma that was waiting for him... As the walkers were eating his flesh you booked it down the street hearing his screams echo behind you. That's when you found Hershel's home, you were beaten, bloody and bruised and he took care of you. He also took pity on you. So you stayed on the farm with him and his daughters until Rick and his gang showed up and that's when you met Daryl. You and Daryl got together long before the 'incident' at the farm and you told him what happened to you. He understood and never made you feel bad about it or used it against you for having issues in the relationship. Maybe that's why you two have been arguing... Maybe you had such bad trust issues that instead of talking them out with Daryl you took your frustrations out on him.

But that wasn't the point here. He said an awful and very hurtful thing. Your heart began to race and your chest ached at the sudden rise of anxiety. Your breath hitched and in a sadden panic you got off his bike and walked down the road with tears blurring your vision. When he realized you were off his bike and walking down the road it hit him like a truck with what he said. "Fuck." He mumbled to himself while getting off the back and jogging towards you but keeping a distance.

"Y/N wait I didn't mean that." You ignored him. "Baby please I'm sorry." You shook your head as your bottom lip trembled. "Please get back on my bike we can talk about this when we get back to-" Daryl was suddenly stopped by you quickly turning out and swinging your fist to his cheekbone. Daryl stumbled back and held onto the side of his face. "Fuck you Daryl! Who the hell do you think you are?!" He looked at you in shock as you screamed in his face. "You don't get to fuck some other girl and think everything will be okay with a simple talk. And whatever small chance you had you just blew it." You stared at him like a rabid dog, feeling every single horrible emotion imaginable.

You then shoved him. And again. And again before your fists start to pound on his chest. You mumbled out profanities and a few 'I hate you's' in the mix of your hitting. Daryl sat there and took it, knowing he deserved it. You start to sob while hitting him and he thought that was enough. He grabbed your wrists gently and started to mumble your name until you stopped. Daryl moved your arms aside and took a step forward before engulfing you in a hug. You didn't hug back of course... You just rested your hands against his chest as you sobbed into the crook of his neck.

He hated himself. Even though you may have been a big reason why you two were arguing it was him alone that broke you both apart for good. He was afraid that you breaking up with him would hurt so he used something to cushion the fall but this... This was worse than anything he could've imagined. And now he had used something so sensitive and something you trusted him with against you.

"I want to go home..." You mumbled in between sobs. "I'll bring you home.." He sighed deeply. He then pulled away and you both walked back to the motorcycle. You decided to not act like a brat again so you wrapped your arms around his waist as he drove home. When you guys came back to the prison Rick greeted you both. "Hey that was-" You brushed past him with your head down, not saying a word. "Quick..." He watched you walk off into the prison before turning back to Daryl. He noticed the bruise on his cheek and he sighed. "What the hell happened out there?" Rick asks. Daryl looked at Rick for a few seconds before walking off himself, basically telling him he was a dick for forcing you to go.

Rick sighed again and shook his head in disbelief. 'Now what?' He thought to himself.

PART 3?

MASTERLIST

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[humanoidalien27]

Chapter list: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Seven. Eight.

Game spoilers ahead. Please don't read if you don't want it ruined.

Warnings: contains death and trauma triggers

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Chapter 6

Getting Worse

Things only became more complicated as time went on, despite the best efforts of your friends.

Sebastian was flying off the rails.

Ominis was getting worried and thus sharper towards you too.

You couldn't feel more backed into a corner as things came to a head and you rushed to get to Sebastian before he made things worse for himself.

He was gleefully talking about controlling the inferius you had just fought through to get to him, but you knew only powerful dark wizards could.

Fear prickled your skin as you stared at him.

"Sebastian, this isn't going to help Anne!" He wasn't paying attention as he rambled on about controlling her curse. "You're not even in control of yourself!"

"What have the two of you done!" Solomon's voice snapped as your gaze shot to him.

He summoned the relic right out of Sebastian's hands and destroyed it.

"No!" Sebastian's voice echoed in your head as everything began to unravel and the next thing you knew a fight broke out.

The inferius turned on Sebastian, whether it be from the relic being destroyed or Solomon's doing, you weren't sure, but you focused on keeping them back while they fought each other.

You begged both of them to stop, to put this madness behind them, but they weren't listening, too stubborn or prideful to set it aside.

You'd hoped they'd tire out and talk about their problems, but with two words, all of it faded as you whipped around barely seeing the trail of green smack Solomon in the chest.

You saw the shock written all over Sebastian's face as he dropped his wand to the floor, just before fire roared up, drawing your eyes to Anne before she knocked Sebastian down.

Her wand pointed to you, but she noticed you didn't turn it on her and probably the fear in your face because of what you witnessed.

She turned towards her uncle. It looked like she was saying something, but you couldn't quite hear it as everything seemed to fall silent, which left only a loud ringing in your ears.

Everything caught up to itself as Anne disappeared, making the noise crash down giving you a headache.

Your instincts screamed to run, to get far away from this situation, but the other part of you couldn't leave Sebastian behind.

He looked worse than you felt.

You picked up his wand as you rushed over to him, grabbing the front of his robes and yanked him up to his feet.

"Come on!" You hissed, pushing him towards the exit, remaining behind him so he couldn't stop.

He didn't say anything until you were outside the catacombs.

You barely caught the words, only heard that he needed to get away from Feldcroft, your mind flying through thoughts faster than you could process them.

You were a party to someone's murder, you helped him escape. How could you not stop him? Now you were no better than your parents or all the other dark wizards you've been trying so hard to prove you weren't like.

"Hey!"

You felt a sharp shake on your shoulder, forcing you to blink seeing you had collapsed into a sitting position at some point and Ominis was kneeling in front of you. Nighttime had fallen without you realizing it.

"Ominis?"

The smallest sigh escaped him as he nodded. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Tears jetted down your cheeks as fresh memories pressed in. "I tried to stop him, but a fight broke out. There was inferius everywhere. I didn't see it until it was too late. I begged for them to stop-"

Just like you had that night. The answer remained the same and someone died because of it.

You dropped your head, having to cling to Ominis's robes just to stop the rest from following.

He gently wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on top of yours so you could use him for support. "You couldn't have stopped it. Solomon and Sebastian are both stubborn and they never back down from a fight."

"What am I supposed to do?" The question made him tense, being you've made a point to do everything yourself. "Please tell me what I'm supposed to do?"

The only reply you got, was him tightening his arms around you.

By the time you got back to the castle, you realized you still had Sebastian's wand.

You didn't know what to do or say, everything just felt numb. Too close to how it felt back then, a fresh reminder that you'd always be chained to that past. You couldn't change it, no matter how much you wished or ignored it. That darkness would follow you like a grim waiting for it's chance to pounce.

Ominis had to half drag you to the undercroft, where Sebastian was pacing the floor.

"There you are," he said glancing at both of you as you stared at the wall in front of you.

"Your sister just had to bury your uncle alone," Ominis snapped back, not moving from my side. "She wants to turn you in."

She wasn't happy to see you when you and Ominis showed up, but he told her that you tried to stop Sebastian from going too far.

You never took him for a liar.

He even explained the past you shared, which seemed to change the way she looked at you, but it felt like a Band-Aid that hid your part in Sebastian's story.

The three of you discussed what should be done about Sebastian, but none of you could bring yourself to decide.

Each wanted him to pay for what he's done, but after telling them about the look on his face and producing his wand that he left behind, they couldn't bring themselves to send him to Azkaban.

"Turn me in?" Sebastian's voice startled you out of your thoughts. "You were there, you saw that I didn't have a choice."

You knew Solomon disliked Sebastian, even made Anne believe she was incurable and didn't even look for a cure.

"Talk to him, please?"

For a moment, he almost sounded like the friend you had made the first day of term.

"I'll try," you replied, voice thick with emotion.

You moved over to Ominis, who immediately turned to face you as you approached.

"I don't want to lose Sebastian, but we may not have a choice."

"He wanted me to come over and talk to you," you started slowly. "I want him to pay for killing someone, his uncle, but I can't dismiss everything else I've seen. The way Solomon treated him-"

"That's no reason to kill someone."

You nodded. "No, it isn't. He went too far, but Solomon wasn't backing down either. I'm not saying anything either way. It's not my place to decide this. I was there and I- I don't know what to do Ominis."

He nodded as he sighed. "Will sending him to Azkaban help him understand what he's done?"

You met his milky eyes. "You didn't need to get sent to Azkaban to stop. Maybe Solomon will be to him what I was to you."

"Alright," he whispered. "I will inform Anne of the decision. She'll agree to it if it comes from me."

You nodded as you headed over to Sebastian, pulling his wand from your pocket.

His eyes snapped to it as if he didn't realize he lost it.

"We'll keep this secret," you started, catching his wrist when he reach out to take his wand. "But if you use any of those curses again, I will go directly to the headmaster and tell him everything."

You made sure to stare into his eyes ensuring your intention was properly absorbed before you put his wand in his hand.

The gravity of your words seemed to weigh his shoulders down as you let go of his hands.

"I'm truly sorry to both of you. I have been a horrible friend and I will make it up to you."

You and Ominis remained quiet as he left the undercroft.

"I don't know if we did the right thing," you admitted softly.

"We'll face whatever consequences comes our way, but I know we'll have to face it together."

You nod, finding the whole situation made you feel cold and empty and you couldn't help but wonder if Ominis felt the same way.

When you looked over, regret and pain laced his features, but he let out a small exhale. "Come on, let's go inform Anne."

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[insomniaruler]

3rd life support group

"I can't come, I have a meeting." Scott said as he took off his cape. the WRA looked at him like kicked puppies. "Guys, i'll be back later this is important to me." Scott said crossing his arms. "More important than us?" Sausage swooned. "yes this is a once a month meeting that I have to go to or they'll hunt me down." Scott said smirking with a shake of his head. "Who are you meeting with?" Pearl asked as she snooped through his chests. "theee... wood elves." Scott said after trailing off. "The wood elves?" Gem said, suspiciously. "Mhm, so shoo." Scott said waving his hand at them.

the Wither Rose Alliance stood outside of the great hall of Rivendell. "so are we going to follow him?" Fwhip said leaning against one of the pillars. "Obviously!" Sausage said. "yeah he's hiding something." Gem agreed. "hooray operation spy on Scott!" Pearl cheered.

five minutes later Scott left the Hall looking far different from the reserved king of Rivendell they knew. he was sporting a well worn fur-lined denim jacket covered in pins and a couple splats of paint. he was wearing dark brown linen pants, his ears were studded with tiny golden earrings, and his hair was pulled back in a half up half down style. his antlers were covered in poppies. and the weirdest thing was he was properly smiling. not his sarcastic smirk but a happy smile.

he walked into the woods and relaxed as he left his empire. soon they followed him to a clearing with a merrily cracking fire in the middle of it. but what really grabbed the WRA's attention were the two other men sat by the fire. Gem had to lunge at Fwhip and put a hand over his mouth before his overly loud gasp could be heard, because sitting by the fire was The Codfather without his codhead, in a much more civilian tunic and pants and The Mezealan king in a white undershirt and well loved leather vest, there was a very happy wolf at his feet accepting loving belly rubs. They both had no visible weapons

Pearl had to lunge at sausage before his gasp gave them away when Scott bent down and kissed the Codfather. "Hey Sunflower." "Ewwwwww." Joel said feigning gagging. "You are literally married." Scott said Flatly. Joel, the obvious height of maturity stuck his tongue out at the elf. "You are also 'Literally Married' " Joel said with intense air quotes. Jimmy just laughed. the WRA looked at each other in shock. had Scott double crossed them?

"not legally!" Jimmy argued with a wave of his finger. "blah blah you both know you're basically married in all eyes except the law. Grian and Scar sent you guys a wedding gift last month." Joel said. "that was your fault and you know it." Jimmy said. "listen all i asked Gem to do was to deliver a letter to Scar I didn't know he would tell Grian." Joel defended himself. the whole WRA looked at Gem who was not making eye contact.

"anything happening with you guys?" Jimmy asked, laying in the grass. "I miss my cabin." Joel said quietly. "I miss all my wolves. Shrub nearly caught me having a breakdown in her forest." Joel said shaking his head. "well you could ask her to camp in the forest?" Scott reasoned. "i think she knows i'm a king." Joel huffed. "it'd be weird if a king was camping in her forest." Joel muttered. the WRA sat dumbstruck, this was seemingly very personal information.

only the trio who were hiding in the bushes saw Joel sneaking up on Scott with a stick. and when he wacked the other over the head they expected their friend to blow up at the other king but he didn't just stare at Joel. before suddenly Scott lunged forward a stick also clutched in his hands.

they mock fought around the fire as The Codfather egged on his partner. "Get 'im Petal!" he cheered. "this is for our wall!" Scott crowed victoriously as he beat Joel over the head with the stick. "Well i'm sorry it couldn't hold up to light arson! it was just encouragement to build a stone wall!" Joel said holding up his hands against the on-slot. Scott began to chuckle darkly. and then quick as a whip threw the stick for the wolf. "Fear the cottagecore gay." Scott whispered.

"food's done!" Jimmy announced deftly moving the pieces of meat from the coals of the fire onto small wooden plates. "Thank you." Scott said leaning against the Codfolk and kissing him on the cheek. "Your welcome." the Codfather said leaning into the other's touch. "Give me the food Jimmy, i don't come here to watch you two be lovey dovey." Joel grouched. "If you want war you should come to our game nights we played Uno last time." Jimmy said with a chuckle. "Okay you were quite obviously cheating! you can't stack +2's!" Scott said pouting. "No." Jimmy said rolling his eyes. "No yes you can do that or yes no you admit to cheating?" Jimmy just blinked at Scott twice. The elf groaned and rolled his eyes.

as the sun passed noon Scott got to his feet. "See you tomorrow Sunflower." Scott said kissing the Codfather. "you got it Petal, good luck with building the village." Codfather said jumping to his feet. "Obviously." Scott said with a laugh. and with a swish Scott started walking back towards Rivendell. Joel and Jimmy began to clean up around the camp. They were talking too quiet for the WRA to hear but there were a few waving hands. "I am a king I can legally marry you two! you just need to bring paper work I can even bring rings! we have plenty of gold in the Mesa" Joel said. "alright fine- I was planning on proposing tomorrow night you can marry us at the next support group meeting if he says yes." Jimmy said blushing a furious red. "HA! Grian owes me 15 diamonds!" Joel yelled and punched Jimmy's shoulder. "yeah yeah." Jimmy rolled his eyes. eventually the two went their separate ways and their spies popped out of the bushes.

The WRA exchanged glances before breaking out into loud conversation. Sausage was the loudest out of all of them.

"Holy bleep."

#empires smp #empires s1 #3rd life #flower husbands #shadowbeans #empires smp x 3rd life

[spiritmander13]

I know I simp over Silver Spoon and his relationship with Candle, but... Come on.

TMBG's Lucky Ball And Chain fits him so well. In fact, I think all of the songs from the album Flood (excluding Theme from Flood) fit each contestant in some way shape or form. But this fits the most, and not only because it's MY OTP.

'I lost my lucky ball and chain Now she's four years gone She's five feet tall and sick of me And all my rattling on'

The chorus shows Silver's relationship with Candle, more specifically the later episodes. How he likes to boast about being better than the others and how easily Candle can get agitated and annoyed with his boasting. And also, hehe she smaller than her husband.

'She threw away her baby-doll I held on to my pride But I was young and foolish then I feel old and foolish now'

She gave her gifts to Silver Spoon and he holds onto them with both his usual pride and grief because he lost his best ally.

'Confidentially, she never called me baby-doll Confidentially, I never had much pride'

While he did use petnames to refer to Candle (he calls Candle 'my dear' most of the time), Candle did not. And also, Silver Spoon has anxiety issues and gets really anxious when things like taking a picture happen.

'But now I rock a bar and stool and I drink for two Just pondering this time bomb in my mind'

Again, it seems like he's grieving Candle's elimination and the 'time bomb' could refer to her Inner Flame or possibly his sanity.

'She walked away from a happy man I thought I was so cool I just stood there whistling "There goes the bride" as she walked out the door "There goes the bride" as she walked out the door'

After giving Silver her gifts, she walked away without looking back. That was when Silver Spoon kinda contemplates, his hands shaking, before trying to sacrifice himself instead, only to be cut off by Candle flying away, redeeming herself in 7th place.

'I could shake my tiny fist and swear I wasn't wrong But what's the sense in arguing when you're all alone?'

Honestly, the most relatable lyrics of the song to Silver. Besides Nickel, he has no allies to help him now. Balloon had turned his back on the Looney Balloonies and Bot was on seemingly neutral grounds now, so he couldn't really have any allies.

'Sure as you can't steer a train You can't change your fate And when she told me off that day I knew I'd lost my home'

Once again, Candle's elimination. Even if he did, he probably couldn't change her fate of placing 7th with his sacrifice. And when she saw that she was eliminated, he knew he lost his biggest one-up in the game.

'Confidentially, I never told you of her charms Confidentially, we never had a home But this railroad apartment was the perfect place When she'd sit and hold me in her arms'

He never got to tell the Original Thinkers or the New Pinkers about Candle and her Inner Flame. The volcano would've been their favorite place to hang out, as Candle went there to calm down and go get some answers.

The rest of the song is just repeated lyrics and a fade out, but it can retell all of the events of their relationship.

TLDR; the lyrics to TMBG's Lucky Ball And Chain are a good enough representation of Silver Spoon and Candle's relationship and Silver's current situation.

#inanimate insanity #ii silver spoon #ii candle #silvercandle #ii #ii balloon #ii nickel #ii bot

[justsasuke]

Taka movie night head cannons? After the argument of who's watching what. I imagine there has to be a system for taking turns with choosing the movie. How does everyone know and up on the couch? Snacks? Movie preferences? Whose falling asleep first? ( now it just sounds like a sleepover lol)

This inspired a huge thought dump so here it is in a semi-organized manner hahaha. Feel free to add any thoughts

Annual movie nights was originally Suigetsu's idea, he loves films (especially very weird, very obscure cult classics) and couldn't believe Sasuke hadn't seen most of the ones he loved so he decided to make it everyone's problem

Karin and Juugo haven't seen most of them either bc they're usually very obscure indie films from countries not in the five great nations but Suigetsu never gave them hell about it.

Sasuke has only ever seen a handful of movies in his life (never really had time, wasn't interested etc) and that includes whatever Yugie movie he watches in theaters with team 7.

Karin had a TV in the southern hideout but really only watched dramas.  (All romance ones with leads who look embarrassingly like Sasuke so she never brings it up and always pretends she never had time for TV). The movies she has seen and liked are all fast paced action films or thrillers.

Juugo never watched movies bc reasons (he lived in a cave away from humanity) but after hanging out with the team he started getting into them and finding ones he likes.  So far it's a lot of nature documentaries and slow slice of life movies with happy endings.

Movie nights started as a once a week plan but often ends up being way more frequent than that, especially in the winter.

Deciding what to watch each night was chaos at best.  They tried a rotation but everyone kept forgetting who was next so Suigetsu ended up picking three weeks in a row.  After several debates and a near pillow fight Juugo finally put it on the calendar and now everyone knows who's turn is when.

Sasuke never picks movies.  He's more of a social watcher and is generally down for whatever as long as it's not horror or super brutal.  (He generally finds Juugo's picks to be best bc neither of them like high stress movies while Karin and Suigetsu both do).

Each of them (luckily) has a different spot they like to sit to watch movies.

Karin likes to sit cross legged on the thick carpet in front of the couch, surrounded by various snacks and hugging an enormous pillow.

Sasuke likes the the left arm of the couch to lean against, he also keeps his feet up so Karin usually ends up sitting in front of him.

Suigetsu likes the other side of the couch to start but always ends up lounging on the floor halfway through.

Juugo will sit on the sofa next to Sasuke.  His legs are long so he usually takes up a lot of floor space and Karin has definitely used his leg as a backrest once.   It's not uncommon for Sasuke's legs to end up draped across Juugo's lap when he finally needs to stretch them.

Movie nights tend to end up as sleepovers just because once the movie is done no one feels like going home.  This means that in each person's house there's a stack of extra pillows and blankets in the corner.

Suigetsu always has to pee 20 minutes into the movie and then again at the most intense part.  This drives everyone crazy but they're too nice to keep going without him so they just wait.

Sasuke falls asleep 89% of the time not because he's uninterested but because he's bad at getting enough sleep generally.  He always wants to know what happened in the movie though and used to look it up secretly so he would know what everyone was talking about without having to ask (he was embarrassed about missing it).  

Juugo noticed and started giving really detailed comments about the ending ("it was cool when [extremely detailed description of events in the film] happened") so Sasuke could be in the convo right away.  

Both Suigetsu and Karin know this is happening.

Their snack habits while watching is as follows:

Suigetsu always brings a ton of snacks (mostly yogurt drinks) that he consumes mostly before they've even picked a movie.  He does not like the sound of crunching while he's watching and will give you side eye.

Karin likes candy when she watches and sometimes a cold beer to go along with it.  She tends to pick candy that kind of matches thematically (sour candies for intense movies, soft gummies for romance/slice of life etc.).  She will ask everyone if they want some but only once.

Juugo always has a lot of snacks prepared but never really eats them himself.  He prefers to snack after the film while talking about it.  The types of snacks he gets/makes are all otsumami (snacks to eat with a drink) like edamame, sashimi etc.  and he usually makes them himself.  If he does snack while watching the movie it's on chestnuts.

Sasuke likes to bring senbei (rice crackers) and always brings some from a local shop.  He doesn't snack during the movie unless someone directly offers him something but will snack before and after. Out of everyone he's the only one that gets to eat from Karin's snacks twice and it's not even because she offers them, he'll just take it so casually no one notices.

#Team Taka Movie #Sasuke #Juugo #Karin #Suigetsu #Team Taka Headcanons