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rorywritesjunk · 1 day

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There's no race, no ending in sight

r rating. title comes from "two of us on the run" by lucius

(two maybe three more parts? it's time for some fun okay, sunny deserves it. she's so burnt out now she doesn't care. there's gotta be some fluff and i think this got long i'm so sorry. matchmaker alvida and mihawk. it had to happen.)

Taglist: @hey-august @thoraeth

pt 1 + pt 2 + p3 + p4 + pt 5 + p6 + pt 7 +Pt 8 + Pt 9 + Pt 10 + Pt 11 + Pt 12

Pt 12

"You have a date?" Sunny repeated as she walked along with Alvida to Buggy's tent. "Here?"

"I do, she's from a nearby island." Alvida told her, arms linked with Sunny as she patted her on the arm. "I thought you'd like a distraction so I need your help picking an outfit."

"Oh, well, I'm not really good at that, I think that's more Buggy's thing." Sunny said as she followed along. "But um, I'm happy to help."

"Honey, you'll do fine." Alvida assured her as she led her to her room. "I'd like to practice my makeup on you, if that's alright. It makes it easier to see what I need to do."

"Um, sure?" Sunny just went along with it, not really understanding what Alvida wanted to do. She didn't like wearing makeup, her husband preferred it and often brought someone in to get Sunny ready when they had parties and he wanted to show her off. She appreciated Alvida asking for her help, however, as it was nice to do something different.

Alvida had her sit down on her bed before she went to pull out a few outfit choices. Admittedly, Sunny felt she didn't know Alvida that well, but when she saw the outfit choices coming out of the closet, floral dresses of different styles and patterns, she wondered what this girl was like if Alvida was wanting to change her style.

"Can you try this on for me?" Alvida asked as she held one up. "I'm not sure if it would look good on me."

Sunny took the dress and held it up with a frown. "It's not really your size, Alvida. It would be too big on you, but if you'd like, if you put it on I can see where the adjustments need to be made."

"No, no, I want to see if on you first." She insisted, directing Sunny to the privacy screen nearby to change. The blonde frowned at the captain but did as she was requested, wondering why Alvida preferred to see it on her than on herself. Sunny took a few minutes to remove her own clothes, her favorite overalls always on with a fitted crop top underneath. She had been working out in the garden again and found the overalls had the right amount of pockets.

When she was finally done, she stepped out, looking a little sheepish as she finished buttoning up the front of it. "I think it looks okay, but really, it would be better to see it on you."

Alvida looked her over, gesturing for her to spin around a few times before nodding in approval. "That one is perfect."

"Yea? Okay, I'll take it off-"

"No, no, keep it on." She insisted as she pulled Sunny over to her makeup vanity and making her sit down. "I need to figure out the makup first."

"We look completely different, I don't think it's going to look good on me, Alvida." Sunny said as she watched her pull out various shades of lipstick, blush, and eye shadow. "I don't know..."

"Come on, just a little?" Alvida asked as she picked out the lipstick first. "Pucker up, sweetheart."

Sunny sighed softly and let her play around with her face, trying out different colors and shades of makeup before deciding on a look. Alvida gave her a thumbs up before holding a small mirror out for her to look at herself. Sunny took it, frowning when she saw her reflection.

"Maybe? I still think it would be better on you." Sunny said as she reached for a tissue to start wiping it off, but Alvida stopped her.

"Let me play with your hair next."

"My hair?" Sunny frowned. "What's going on, Alvida? Why aren't you doing this to yourself?"

"I like having a model and Cabaji wasn't available." Alvida told her as Sunny took her pigtails out. Alvida grabbed her hairbrush, running it over her hair carefully to smooth it out. Sunny sighed and let her, making a face the entire time. At least Alvida was gentle, previous people weren't as kind, often pulling Sunny's hair to put it up just the right way or applying the makeup so heavily it irritated her skin. She barely noticed the makeup on her face and she couldn't help but pick up the small mirror again to look at herself.

"I just need to take this off before heading home." Sunny said. "I don't mind it, though. You did a good job. I can't wait to see it on yourself."

"Mmm, of course." The pirate captain agreed as she gave Sunny a look for. "Now, for hair styles..."

"Maybe a crown braid?" Sunny suggested, looking up at her. "I think it would look beautiful in your hair, and if you're going to go with this floral dress we could even stick some flowers in it."

"Flowers? That's perfect!"

"Yea?"

"Yes! I'll have Mohji get some when we're done in here." Alvida made quick work of Sunny's hair, gently twisting it into a braid around her head before securing it. She gently tugged a few wisps at her forehead, not wanting the style to look too formal. It needed to be comfortable and casual. "So, what do you think?"

"I think it looks wonderful." Sunny chuckled as she turned her head to look. "Are you able to do this on yourself or do you need help?"

"I'll be fine." Alvida said as she pulled Sunny to her feet. "Now I need you to come see the set up and make sure it's romantic."

"Oh, I'm sure it's fine-"

"No, no, I need another woman's opinion." She insisted as she led Sunny along to the main area of the tent. "If I asked the boys they'd either say it was fine or that I needed more. They're not helpful in the slightest."

"If you're certain..." Sunny frowned and followed along. She wondered how much Alvida liked this woman to need Sunny's help like this. It wasn't really her kind of thing. Whenever there had been parties, it fell to her husband to figure out everything as he wanted it to be perfect. She was just there as decoration. It was nice of Alvida to want her help but it was a little much. "I don't know much about this."

"Nonsense." She said as she stopped in the center ring. There was a little table with two chairs in the middle. Poles were erected around with a string of lights strung across them, providing a soft, gentle light for whoever sat there. A striped table cloth adorned the table while a candle in a bottle sat on top of it, wax dripping down the neck, collecting along it.

Alvida led Sunny over and pulled a chair out for her, beckoning her to sit. It was... weird, were they going to pretend they were on a date? As long as it wasn't Buggy, maybe Crocodile wouldn't be mad if he found out.

"Stay put." The pirate told Sunny before she headed off. "Let me get you a snack."

Sunny didn't know what to say, left alone and hoping Alvida's date didn't show up and get the wrong idea. It was a nice setup, reminding Sunny of a little cafe on the island she had apprenticed at, one she never got to go to before she was married.

Someone cleared their throat and she jumped out of her seat, heart in her throat when she saw Mihawk. She didn't know how to really explain this, but since Buggy wasn't there, it would be okay, right?

"You have twenty minutes." The swordsman told her as he stepped aside to show Buggy standing there. He was wearing the same outfit from the party when they danced. What was going on?

"I'm sorry, there's... a misunderstanding." Sunny said as she moved away from the table. "Alvida asked for my help with her date, and... and I'm sorry, I'll leave."

"No, Alvida tricked you to come here so the two of you can talk." Mihawk explained as Buggy approached her. "This isn't a date, just a small get together, understand?"

"R-Right..." Sunny wasn't sure about this. Buggy looked nervous, glancing back at the swordsman as he left, heading back to the entrance of the tent. She clasped her hands together, unsure what to do, before turning to Buggy. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" He asked, scratching his cheek as he looked away. "The damn swordsman tricked me. Asked me to show him some fun tricks for training. Should have known it was a lie."

"Dressed like this?" Sunny gestured to his outfit. Buggy crossed his arms and huffed.

"He said to dress up or he wouldn't take me seriously!" Buggy shot back, frowning at her. "What about you? You... you look nice." He paused for a moment, still frowning as he looked her up and down. "Actually, you, uh, look beautiful."

"Oh, um, Alvida asked me to help her get ready for a date... which... I'm realizing now was her way of tricking me to dress like this." Sunny laughed nervously. "I feel ridiculous for falling for it."

"You're not ridiculous." Buggy told her. "You're... very sweet, okay? And I think you look more beautiful in this than Alvida would have anyway!"

"Oh, no, she would look lovely in it." Sunny smiled. "I guess... she planned this since she had several dresses ready."

Buggy took a step forward, looking her over again, before reaching up to fix the top button that had come undone. Sunny let him, breath caught in her throat, casting a nervous look behind him to make sure her husband wouldn't show up.

"Relax, he's busy." He assured her. "Mihawk said some birds got into office and disrupted all the papers in there. Croc's going to be busy taking care of that."

"Oh, well, I should go back and help-"

"But do you want to?"

Sunny hesitated and shook her head. Buggy grinned and clapped his hands together. "Wonderful! We can have our get together then!"

"That's what we're going to call this then?" She asked, smiling a bit. "Because it's not a date, it can't be."

"As Mihawk said, it's a get together." Buggy grinned. "No dating. We have twenty minutes." He wanted to say more, to help Sunny feel more comfortable, when the sound of an accordian caught their attention. One of his men entered the ring, looking nervously at Alvida who stood beside him with her arms crossed as she watched Buggy and Sunny.

"What's going on, Buggy?" Sunny asked.

"Beats me." He shrugged before turning his attention back to her. "Look, do you want to dance? I think that's the best idea right now, y'know, because we missed out on several songs back at that party."

Sunny hesitated but Buggy was already taking her by the hand, placing one on his shoulder, putting his hand on her hip, and taking her hand in his before he started to spin her around. She was caught off guard, stumbling into him before he steadied her. She turned red, letting him take the lead as he spun her around to the music, dipping her, pulling her back up, causing her to laugh.

She was started to relax, smiling at him as the music changed to something faster, more beats, and Buggy kept up with it, holding Sunny closer, squeezing her hand gently.

And she allowed it, even as the music slowed down, looking up at him. It was hard right to not kiss him, he seemed to think the same, because she saw him started to lean down only to stop himself after a moment. He sighed and pulled back but Sunny just gave his hand a squeeze again.

"Thank you."

Buggy shrugged, pulling his hand from her waist but holding onto her hand. "So, uh, you in love with me yet?"

"What?" Sunny asked. He ran his thumb over her knuckles gently, glanced over at her.

"You told me the other day that if we had one more dance you might have fallen in love with me." Buggy said as he started to grin. "Well, we just had several more dances, so I need to know."

"Oh." Sunny felt her face grow hot and she glanced over at Alvida. The pirate just gave her an encouraging thumbs up so Sunny looked back at Buggy. "I... maybe. Slowly, I suppose, but I need you to be patient."

"Patient? Really?" He huffed. Sunny smiled and reached up to put her hand on his face, running her fingers over his stubble. He caught her hand and held it against her face. "Is this okay?"

"It's not kissing." She chuckled. "I think it's okay."

#buggy the clown #sir crocodile #sunny x buggy #sunny x crocodile #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #sir crocodile x oc #crocodile x oc

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txmxkis · 2 months

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Rinii, what do you think kuroo would say or react when reader starts feeling self-conscious about readers body, like if reader asks "am i getting fatter" or "do you think im fat?"

ohhhhhh i did not plan to do this but this is something that is so personal to me

warnings. gn!reader, fluffy and probably cheesy as always, chubby!reader is implied but i tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, reader is insecure. again, apparently i can only write self indulgent things my bad

you were supposed to be ready to leave the apartment half an hour ago. you weren't usually one to be late to anything, in fact it made you incredibly anxious when you were. however, today your insecurity outweighed your need to be punctual, and you just couldn't leave while looking like this.

actually, today you couldn't leave looking like anything. pieces of clothing lay strewn across the room, hangers discarded on the floor next to the closet. you had tried on every single one, and still there were none that looked flattering on you.

"oi! are you ready yet? i mean, take your time 'n everything, but technically we're late."

kuroo's voice calling from the other room pulls you out of your thoughts momentarily. he never rushes you, which is something you appreciate greatly. it helps that he knows you well enough to know that you would never be late without good reason.

"is there something i can help with orrrr?"

you could hear his voice getting closer and you really didn't want him to see you in this state right now.

he pokes his head past the doorframe and makes a noise of astonishment.

"a tornado go through here while i was gone or somethin'? or are you just trying to spontaneously reorganize things again."

you roll your eyes at that second thing.

"noooo, i just can't decide what to wear. nothing looks good on me today."

he's standing fully in the doorway now, hands in his pockets as he raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

"then wear nothing, it looks great on you."

he smirks and you make a futile attempt not to crack a smile as you feel your face start to burn. suddenly you're even more self conscious, so you grab the nearest piece of clothing to hold in front of you.

"tetsurou, i'm being serious! we needed to leave like forty minutes ago and i can't wear any of these clothes without looking-"

you stop yourself just before you could say fat. you hate giving the word a negative connotation. there's nothing wrong with being fat, nothing that should make you feel like this, anyway. like you wanted to crawl out of your skin. usually you were pretty neutral about your body, on very rare occasions could even love things about it. sometimes, it all catches up to you, though.

all the whispers in your head that come from no one but yourself, degrading you and making you feel worthless because of how you look. logically, you know those thoughts are complete and utter bullshit, but it's so hard to continuously fight against them. today, you're slipping a little.

"i know exactly what you're thinking over there. something about your clothes not fitting quite right and that somehow it makes you unloveable."

you don't even have time to pretend to be shocked that he knows you so well before he just keeps on going.

"well i've got news for you, babe, i've never seen you manage to look bad. i actually think it's impossible for you or something."

for a few moments too long, you just stand there gaping at him. he takes that as his cue to walk towards you, remove the sweater that you've been using as a shield, and toss it off to the side.

"there. better."

you finally snap out of it and smack him on the arm, but before you can pull away, he catches your wrist. he brings it up to his lips slowly, and kisses right where your pulse is probably hammering away at the moment, locking eyes with you as he does.

how are you ever supposed to argue with him if he keeps stunning you into silence?

"i don't think you'll ever understand how much i love you, doesn't matter if you change physically or not. and it doesn't matter what you wear either, so can you pleaseeee put on something so we can go. we both know you'll look perfect in anything."

"ugh, fine! but you get to help me pick."

he rubs his hands together with a devious grin, and you know he'll be grabbing the most revealing thing he can find. you know him well, too, after all.

"something appropriate."

"awww, damn."

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seresinhangmanjake · 10 months

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For the Drabble!

How would Jake react if eve starting only asking for you and would cry if Jake picked her up?

Dad!Jake Seresin x female reader

words: 1250 (this kind of took on a life of its own and expanded way past the ask, but this is where my head went)

Oh Baby series

So I picture this under a very specific circumstance, that being like, Eve is three now and has a decent understanding of stuff.

She's in preschool and knows all about her parents' jobs and brags to her friends about how her daddy is the coolest because he's a pilot and she's going to be a pilot one day too. Basically believing her dad is the bravest guy and has the most important job in the whole wide world, until Jake and Mama sit her down one day and explain to her that Daddy is going to be gone for a bit, and he'll be missing some important event or something to Eve. Like maybe she believes in half-birthdays and convinced her parents to have a little three-person celebration for being three and a half. But now Jake won't be able to be there and so Eve is devastated and sobs all night, but that sobbing turns into anger because she just can't believe Daddy would leave her and Mama for so long (even though he has no choice).

Jake has a couple days before he has to go and Eve has pretty much been giving him the silent treatment, thinking he certainly wouldn't leave her while she's upset. So she's grumpy and stubborn all the time, especially when Jake tries to pick her up from school or tuck her in at night, and no way will she let him hold her without throwing a fit and asking for Mama instead.

Then it's like the night before he has to go. Jake's miserable because he thinks his daughter hates him though you tell him that's not true. And he's uncharacteristically terrified that something might happen to him, that he won't ever see Eve with a smile on her face the way he is so used to seeing his baby girl.

You tell him to go try to talk to Eve one more time, so he goes upstairs to her playroom where she's playing with her toy planes, and he crouches down beside her and says "Baby girl, I'm so sorry." He tries to touch her shoulder but she scoots away and turns her back to him and Jake just sighs, drops his head, and whispers "I love you, baby girl. Always." Then kisses the top of the blond curls, the same honey shade has his own, and leaves to join you again.

Immediately by the look on his face, you know your little girl did not cut her father any slack. And you're so heartbroken for the both of them (and yourself honestly, because Jake leaving destroys you each time). So you walk him to the door and he kisses you for what feels like forever. And you don't want to let him go but you know you don't have a choice, so you unwrap yourself from around him and let him grab his bag before he starts over to his truck.

But then you hear little, rapid footsteps, and you turn to see Eve carefully holding the railing of the staircase, moving down as quickly as she can while still keeping in mind Jake's stair safety rules. Then, like a little speed demon, she sprints past you out the door, screams "Daddy!" in such a desperate wail, and runs right into his legs, clinging to him like a koala to a tree.

Then you start sobbing because she's already sobbing and Jake's got tears on his cheeks as he drops his bag and lifts his daughter into his arms, holding her as tightly as she is him. And he's kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear, likely promises that he'll come back, because there's no way he won't do everything he can to return to his family.

When he looks at you, you completely lose it, because your husband is leaving, and you and Eve are really going to have to be each other's support to get through the coming months. So you walk over to them and kiss him and hug him so Eve is squished between you.

But then he has to go. He doesn't have a choice. And trying to remove Eve from him is as hard as prying a drilled in nail from a sturdy wall with only your fingernails.

When he's gone, Eve pulls on your hand so you can watch his truck drive away. She won't leave until she can no longer see it—not that you would dare leave either—and when you do finally get her inside, you give her the special ice cream you bought in preparation for your hearts hurting. You feed her a big bowl, and you watch her, knowing this is her first true heartbreak; the first of more to come.

At bedtime, you tuck her in beside you, because you don't want to be alone either. She manages to sleep, fully emotionally exhausted, but you just stare at her little face in the dim glow of the moonlight, and you run your knuckle over her cheek like you've done since she was born, and you promise your girl that you'll make it through this; after all, you'd both done it before, she was just too young to remember.

Every day. Every single day, Eve mentions her Daddy. Asks about him or tells a story about him or promises that when he gets back she's going to take him to Disneyland "because he should get a surprise present when he comes home." You agree.

When you get your first video chat with him, Eve is bouncing on your lap, waiting for his face to pop up. She tells him every little thing that's happened at school. Her best friend got a new doll and she wants the same one but only if it can also come with a pilot outfit. The butterflies they'd been taking care of in class were finally released. She tried to name them all after the Daggers but the teacher said the whole class had to agree on the names, which she thought was "stupid." You scold her for her language, but you're chuckling a bit too. Then she says her teacher is having a baby, and "when are you and Mama gonna have another baby?" She wants a brother.

When you tell her to go play—really so you can get a few minutes alone with your husband—he asks about that baby boy too, and you promise when he comes home, you'll work on it (after the surprise trip to Disney, of course. Or maybe during).

You tell him you love him so damn much. He tells you the same.

You meet him when he comes back, and when Eve spots him, she rushes off, weaving through other families to get to him. You catch up and you're crying because they're stuck together like glue, and that's all you ever wanted for them. He sets his baby girl down for a moment to kiss you in a way that manages to scratch the surface of all the pent-up need you have for each other. Then he picks his baby girl back up, and you go home.

You watch movies and eat ice cream and when it's bedtime, Jake tucks Eve in after about a half hour of her talking his ear off. He loves it though, because he loves her and he missed her sweet voice so much.

Then he joins you and you work on releasing all of that pent-up need and desire. And you're just about to fall asleep in each other's arms when you whisper "by the way, Eve is taking us to Disneyland."

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A/N: this was my manic brain spilling thoughts

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eddiemunsons-missingnipple · 6 months

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Christmas with you

♡ Eddie Munson x reader

♡ Summary: Eddie takes you shopping for Christmas trees.

♡ Warnings: none, fluff. Some suggestive themes.

A/n: While this is still a fluff piece, I'd rather minors didn't interact with my work. Please like, comment, and comment, reblog for support. Not proofread.

"What about that one?" You pointed over to a rather tall, very wide Christmas tree.

"Uhhh, babe, I don't think our ceilings are tall enough for that one." Eddie frowns. He hated telling you no, but there was no possible way to get to that thing in his van, let alone in your trailer.

He squeezes your gloved hand, bringing it up to his lips for a kiss. "C'mon, let's keep looking."

"Okay." You smiled softly at him.

You gasped, what about this one?"

"Sweetheart, look at the size of that thing it's like two of my vans put together." Eddie shook his head.

You and him continue walking hand in hand, searching for the perfect Christmas tree. This was going to be your official Christmas together in your own home. You needed the best tree you could find. You had a specific vision, and you were not going to let anyone ruin it.

Tall, fluffy tree decorated with red and gold bulbs. Warm lights and a pretty star on the top with a velvet red skirt at the bottom. Gifts tucked all around it for friends and family.

Letting go of his hand, you make a bee line for another tree. It was large. Very large. Eddies eyes widened at the size of it. The thing must have been at least way above seven feet tall.

Do you remember where you lived? It's not like living in a trailer was a new concept to you. He thought to himself. You both grew up in one. You should know how low the ceilings are. That tree is not fitting at all. Even if it could fit, it's not make it through your front door.

"Uhh baby, that's too tall." Eddie said, eyeing it up and down.

"Pleeeeaase." You fake a pout knowing it was getting more and more difficult for him to tell you no.

"Waaay too tall." He's not caving. He physically can't no matter how hard it becomes.

Your face falls. "You think?"

"Yep, unfortunately." He sighed.

Eddie isn't surprised by your enthusiasm, though. Christmas has always brought out this child like happiness in you. Maybe it was because everyone just seemed so giving and thoughtful around this time. Or because you got a wave of nostalgia anytime a Santa commercial came on the tv. You always told him he reminded you of your step dad.

Even those little frosted Christmas cookies that had too icing and tasted like cardboard that you loved so much. Whatever was in the air around this time, Eddie wishes it never went away. Seeing your face light up at the pretty lights on people's houses was worth more than any gift.

"Take a look at this one." He rushes over to a tree that resembles something straight from the Charlie brown Christmas special.

"Umm, it's nice, but it's a little....bald." You swallow hard, trying your best not to hurt his feelings.

Eddie looks it over again. "Hmm, I guess you're right."

You grab his hand and take him down another row. The trees all started to look the same after a while. They were either too tall. Too wide. Sometimes even both. You were starting to get down on yourself. You haven't found the one yet, and Christmas was already five weeks away. Eddie can tell you're starting to get discouraged.

It was getting colder outside the more the sun sets. You and Eddie have been out here for more than three hours now. Your hands felt like popsicles. Your cheeks and lips chapped.

"M'cold." Your whole body shivers next to his.

Eddie looks over to you, worry etched on his face. "Here, take my coat."

"But what about you?" You tried to argue. The freezing air turning you into a shakey chihuahua.

"Don't worry, this doesn't bother me too much." He waves a hand around.

You sniffle. "Kay... JUST for a little while, then you take it back. "

"Yes, ma'am." Eddie removes his coat, wrapping it around your frame. The inside was nice at toasty from his body heat.

Eddie pulls into his side, keeping you snuggled to him. You walk down row after row, not really finding much luck. Your eyes water from the freezing gusts of wind. Eddie, on the other hand, seems unbothered.

"Sweetheart, what about that one?" Eddie pointed to a tree just up a head.

It was large but not too big. Fluffy and was just the right size to fit in your trailer and his van.

Eddie jogs over with you in tow. Puffs of breath visible in the cold air. He stands next to it, leaning it up so you can get a better look.

"It's perfect, huh?" He looks to you and back at the tree.

"It's perfect!" You cheer a smile spreading across your once sulken face.

Eddie calls the man over who's selling the trees to give him cash. The gentleman even helped your boyfriend load it up in his van, so you didn't have to.

"Ready to get her all set up?" He asked, starting the engine.

You nod enthusiastically. "Yep, and don't forget you're putting on the topper."

"How could I forget... you've mentioned it since before Halloween." Eddie joked, leaning over to give your cheek a quick kiss before pulling off.

After you and Eddie got back home, he had Wayne come over to help unload your tree and put in the living room. You busied yourself running around your home, gathering all the decorations you bought. You didn't realize how much you had until it was all laid out in front of you. You counted about nine boxed of Christmas ornaments. Two different types of tree toppers and a ton of lights.

"Someone got excited." Eddie walked over to look at everything you purchased over the course of the month.

"Oops." You chuckled.

He pulls you in tight, wrapping his arms around you. You rest your head against his chest, listening to his heart beating.

"Havin fun?" Eddie murmured, swaying you in his arms. You felt like home to him. Something he never really had or ever thought he could experience. But he knew it the very first time he laid eyes on you. Your warm smile and bright eyes.

The moment he first met you, he knew you were special. You had just moved to Hawkins a year after you both graduated. He still recalls the first moment he met you. You were having some car troubles, and he took the opportunity to not only help you but strike up a conversation.

He pulls back, walking over to the ornaments "baby these all look the same."

"Did ya accidentally buy the same ones?"

"They're not the same, Ed." You roll your eyes playfully. Of course, he would think they all looked identical.

"These are burgundy, and these are maroon." You pointed at the various boxes filled with glass bulbs.

Eddie quirks an eyebrow. "Uhh they're all red to me."

"Well, they're not they're different." You corrected.

"Whatever you say, this is your the expert anyway." He holds both hands up, backing away slowly.

"Can we bake cookies while we do this?" He asked, going over to plug in the Christmas lights him that Wayne put around the tree.

"Of course." You smile, picking up a box of glass ornaments. "We can make hot chocolate too."

"You know just how to turn me on, huh?" Eddie was extremely playful tonight. More so than usual. Your happy demeanor was infectious, and it was rubbing off on him. He wasn't complaining there was this warm feeling in his chest. He felt safe.

"Eww." You scrunch your face trying to hide a smile.

"Eww?" His jaw drops, and he clutches at his heart.

Eddie always brought the dramatics, but that's why you fell in love with him.

"Wasn't very Eww this morning or this afternoon or before we left to get this tree." Eddie teases walking to hug you from behind.

He lays his head on your shoulder, watching you put the hook through the ornaments. "Won't be very eww tonight either."

"Okay, that's it. Go put this star on the top of the tree." You wriggle out of his hold. You heard him chuckle. He lets you go does as he's told. The rest of the night was spent decorating your Christmas tree and Eddie twirling you around dancing to old records.

The cookies barely got baked since he decided to eat half of the cookie dough. You didn't even have a chance to put it on a baking sheet. You hope he doesn't get a stomach ache tomorrow. He promised to take you Christmas shopping for Wayne. Which should be very interesting since it's going to be you and Eddie doing it together.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #my writing #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x fem!reader

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monicahar · 1 year

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wanderer x reader, short oneshot, suggestive near the end although nothing truly explicit, scaramouche's insecurities about his vision, that's all.

the wanderer liked to think he deserved his vision.

much like a puzzle fitting in its respective place, it's only right for him to gain the recognition of celestia. after all, he did become an all-knowing god himself from nothing but the ugly being known as the discarded puppet—kunikuzushi. even if it was but a momentary lapse, he had achieved an admirable feat unheard of since the archon war. receiving a vision in place of the gnosis that didn't belong to him was nothing to get worked up about. he constantly tells himself that it's expected from someone ambitious like him—he shouldn't be surprised.

he takes the teal gem into his hands with careful movement.

it's nothing to be happy about at all.

yet as he clutches the glowing anemo vision in his grasp, he cannot help but let a small smile grow on his face, feeling a swell of emotions stir inside him.

he doesn't know what this feeling is, but he's certain he's felt this before during his time as a kabukimono.

gratitude.

much absorbed in admiring the way it fits just right in his hands, he doesn't notice you approaching him, eyes softening at the way he stared in awe at his own vision.

“i remember you always scoffing at the notion of freedom,” you start with a smile of your own, effectively taking him out of his trance as he snaps his gaze towards you, immediately letting go of the vision as it hangs on a blue sash over his shoulder, “now you're here admiring your anemo vision like how you'd admire me.”

ignoring your flirtatious comment, he quickly retorts. “don't jump into conclusions.” he clicks his tongue as he crosses his arms, side eyeing you from his peripherals. “i was just checking if it was some type of sick fraud. celestia has to be testing me if they granted me a vision after i became god out of immoral means.”

you blink at his cautious statement. “give yourself a break. gods don't just hand out visions to anyone,” tugging playfully at his tucked-in kimono, you grin as you reach up to pinch his cheek with your other hand. “i, for one, think that the power of anemo is perfect for you. the clash of teal and blue do wonders for this pretty face of yours.” you laugh at the way his face burns.

“you're insufferable.” he complains, but doesn't make a move to remove your hand from his cheek.

“look who's talking.” you reply nonchalantly as you ignore the way his eye twitches in annoyance, removing your hands as you take a step back to stare at him properly. “look, i know you're hesitant about your vision. no matter how many times you tell me that you do deserve it—i know that's not what you actually think deep down inside.”

“...”

you sigh at his silence. it's just confirmation that you hit the bullseye. gently taking his hand in yours, you speak up once more—“does it feel that much unreal to have something you'd finally call your own?”

he doesn't reply again, but the answer is evident in the way his eyes narrow at the ground. after having so many things taken away from me, i'm not sure if i could trust this just yet. it still feels like a dream.

“we eternally owe buer for this. any other archon probably wouldn't have tolerated your actions, so do everyone a favor and just believe in yourself.” your grasp on his hand tightens. “if you can't do it for anyone, then atleast do it for yourself. you're quite the selfish one after all.” you giggle at your own comment, causing him to pursue his lips as to stop himself from smiling like an idiot.

right. he'd never forget the amount of help nahida and the traveler provided just for him to finally be himself—free from the exhausting hatred and bitterness he held against his creator.

he sharply inhales. “okay. i'll try. for both of us.” his voice comes out small, much akin to a whisper that you probably would've missed if it weren't for your close proximity.

he shuts his eyes when you lift his hat to press a chaste kiss on his forehead, further reminding him that he wasn't alone in this world anymore. that he has someone to rely on once again.

he inwardly scoffs. he's selfish. incredibly selfish.

to think that he can have you and his vision in one seating—it's only a matter of time before fate takes it toll and takes one of his cherished possessions away once again in the name of karma.

he has sinned so much that even he's unsure if he deserves the peace bestowed by the god of wisdom. he could get you in more danger now that the fatui is in his trail—it'd really be better if you cut ties with him but he really doesn't want to.

simply because he's selfish.

and if it's his selfishness that's keeping you anchored by his side, then he doesn't mind it at all.

he'll stay selfish till the ends of time, as long as it means to have what he wants right where he wanted it.

the wanderer gazes at his vision once more, bringing it up to the moonlight pouring in from an open window, blinking his eyes at the way it reflects on the luminous glow of the moon.

glancing at the sleeping figure beside him, his eyes soften at the way your chest heaves back up and down, before he trails up on your neck—covered with the blotches of his bites. his eyes narrow at the sight.

you encouraged him to be selfish even after everything he's done.

after putting his precious vision atop the bedside table, the wanderer gently brings your head to tuck under his chin, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as he caresses your back in comforting circles. his own eyelids fluttering to a close at the comforting beat of your chest, quietly inhaling the scent of your hair affectionately.

so he'll oblige.

he'll bask in this selfish peace, and he'll prolong it—no matter what it takes.

#scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin impact headcanons #har❗fiction #genshin impact x reader

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littleseasiren · 7 months

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"Did you plan for this to happen?"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None

Words: Approximately 600 words

A/N: Flufftober Prompt 18: "Did you plan for this to happen?" Thanks @flufftober for this challenge. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list. Thanks for reading!

Bucky gives you a quick kiss before exiting the room, rubbing Alpine's head as he pulls the door behind him. Bucky has started practising meditation, something you're extremely proud of him for. He's trying to still his thoughts and calm his mind, perfect practice for when the memories from his past become too much.

You're busy putting away the clean dishes when you see a small ball of white fluff enter a room she shouldn't be able to. Alpine takes her chance and enters the room quietly, her cat's paws silencing any noise from indicating her presence. You're too slow to stop her, watching from the door as she circles Bucky. He's sitting quietly on the floor in sweatpants, his legs crossed, a loose shirt draped over his large chest.

You're unsure about what to do. Should you disturb him by grabbing her and taking her out of the room? Or should you leave her and hope she doesn't bother him too much?

The overload of cuteness answers your question for you. You watch Alpine climb onto Bucky's lap and get comfortable to nap. It doesn't seem like she's bothering Bucky too much, so you leave the two and finish putting away the dishes.

Ten minutes later you're checking on the two of them, suppressing a giggle when you see what's changed from when you left. Alpine is walking around the room, looking into all the corners before returning to Bucky and rubbing her body against any part of him she can reach, eyes watching him for any attention. When that doesn't work, she starts swatting at the back of Bucky's shirt where the fabric hangs loosely.

You quietly pull out your cell phone, hitting the record button just in time to see Alpine get in a few more whacks to the fabric before moving on to a new tactic. She climbs onto Bucky's lap, then headbutts him in the chest, before raising her eyes and watching him. When Bucky stays immobile, she sees he hasn't even opened his eyes yet and gives him a last headbutt.

Alpine gives a small huff in frustration before she moves to Bucky's left side and starts climbing up his metal arm, her cat nails fitting perfectly in the grooves of the metal plates. She climbs up until she is high enough then starts swatting softly at Bucky's long hair that is hanging loosely in his face. Every time the strand of hair returns, she swats it again with a huff, turning into a meow when it doesn't stop moving.

For a moment Bucky seems like he'll be able to ignore her, but after a few seconds, he caves and grabs her before squeezing her tight and throwing her in the air, catching her softly on her way down.

His gaze moves to you when he notices you standing in the door, phone raised in your hand. "Did you plan for this to happen, doll?"

You tsk. "I wasn't the one who didn't close the door properly. She just wants all your attention, this little brat," you laugh as you bend down and scratch her head.

"Like you're so innocent. You were recording her terrorising me, weren't you?"

"How could I not? She's so adorable with you!"

"Come on, you two troublemakers!" Bucky says as he grabs Alpine in one hand and your hand in the other, pulling you into the large TV room. "Let's do something together since I won't be able to meditate today."

"Alpine is actually the perfect partner for meditation. If you can do it while she's playing with you, then you can do anything. That can be your new aim," you add with a smile, knowing he can't say no to either of you.

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kennarose1108 · 6 days

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Anthony Bridgerton x Reader !CHILDHOOD ENIMES! !PART 4!

ANTHONY'S POV

She looked so stunning... Standing there nervous with her breathing heavy and staring up at him.

He saw the innocent stare on her face and he wanted nothing more but to ruin that innocence and take her as his own...

But he was a gentleman.

He couldn't just do that.

So he leaned in but stopped about an inch away. "Wh... What are you doing?" She asks him again. Anthony's other hand trailed down her arm and slowly pulled off her glove. He dropped it to the floor when it was removed he took her hand in his. "You feel it too don't you...?" He whispers.

"That feeling... The one of desire..." He whispers, his lips barely away from yours. "I could teach you so many things..." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Anthony... We can't..."

"Oh, but we must..." Anthony whispers right after you.

"If you don't feel the same tell me now and I'll walk away..." He says. He could tell she was at a loss for words at first before she let out a shaky breath, "I do not know what I feel..." She murmured. His fingers intertwined with hers.

God... Her bare skin felt so good against his... He wanted to touch every inch of your skin... He wanted to taste every inch of your skin.

"Tell me... Tell me how you feel. Just think about it for a moment... About the feelings you have." He says while rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles. "Anthony w-we really... Can't." She whispers. Anthony stares at her momentarily, just taking in her scent, looks, aura... Everything. He wanted her fully in his memory before he did something that took all his strength to do...

He pulled away.

He let his fingertips leave her skin and he takes a step back. "I understand..." He nods and looks down. "No Anthony it's not... It's not like that, please... Just... It's too complicated." She says, clearly nervous and slightly desperate for him to understand. And he did. He did understand.

He nods again and looks up at her, "I understand Y/N. I am a gentleman. I will not force you to do something you are not comfortable doing." He says with a soft smile.

"It's not that I..." She starts but stops herself. There was a moment of silence between the two, them just staring at one another and both contemplating on what to do next. Finally, Anthony spoke up, "Let's go back to the carriage." He says while shrugging off his jacket. "Here, we'll have to run." He says with a smirk while giving her his jacket. She took it and raised it over her head to shield herself from the rain as they both ran back to the carriage. The carriage ride home was silent other than her telling him to take her straight home.

Once they got to her home she went to hand him her jacket but Anthony put his hand up to stop her, "Keep it for now. Use it to get inside the house. I'm sure we'll be seeing one another again sweetheart." He says with a wink. She blushes slightly but doesn't say anything before leaving the carriage.

Anthony watched as she quickly ran inside her home and he sighed. He wanted her so badly... But he couldn't have her. Not yet anyway.

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A couple of weeks went by and Anthony had done his best to try and ignore her and ignore his feelings and focus on Kate. He got fitted for a tux, and they picked out a wedding cake flavor and where to have the wedding.

But the thought of her still lingered in his mind...

And now tonight was another ball and he knew he'd be seeing her again... He swallowed his pride and went to the ball. Anthony and Kate entered the ball arm-in-arm with big smiles on their faces... That was until he saw her.

She looked stunning, as always, but she looked upset. She was sitting by herself and looking at the people dancing... She seemed to not want to be there.

After a few minutes, Anthony peeled away from Kate walked over to her, and sat beside her. "For such a stunning lady you surely do have such a sad frown," Anthony says. She turns her head and glares at him and he chuckles softly, "And such a piercing glare..." He murmurs under his breath.

She turns away and sighs, "My mother has been on me for days... And because I've been avoiding her and her suitors none want to court me anymore. So now she's on me even more." Her gaze fell down as she spoke. "I just wish to be free... Is that too much to ask?" She says while turning her head towards him. He could see tears in her eyes and it broke his heart.

He wanted nothing more but to pull her into his arms and tell her everything was going to be alright... But he couldn't. Not here at least.

"Would you like to take a stroll with me in the garden? To get away?" Anthony suggests. "I don't think that's allowed..." She says but she was clearly intrigued by this idea. "Who cares?" Anthony chuckles. He then stands up and holds his arm out to her, "I would enjoy your company." He says with a smile. She hesitates before taking his arm. He leads her out into the garden and they walk around in the dimly lit garden arm-in-arm and just in silence.

It was a comfortable silence. But finally, Anthony decided to speak up, "I know you hate getting dressed up... But you truly look beautiful." Anthony says with a charming smile. She smiles back, "Thank you..." She says.

Anthony then clears his throat, "I would like to apologize for my actions a few weeks ago." They both stop as he continues, "It was ungentlemanly and I shouldn't have been so forceful on you..." Anthony says. She shakes her head, "Anthony... I told you that's not what I meant by we can't I..." She says before sighing.

"Listen... I just... I don't understand my own feelings and I don't want to ruin anything with you and your fiancé..." She explains. "Y/N... I won't shy away from my feelings." Anthony says while pulling his arm out of her grip.

"I want you." He says. She shakes her head, "No... You can't." He steps forward, "Oh, but I can." He says, his arm snaking around her waist. "I know you feel the same... The way your breath hitches when we touch, the way your face blushes when I do a kind gesture for you... I know you feel the same." He says, repeating himself at the last part.

"It doesn't matter what I feel..." She says with a heavy breath. "To me it does..." He whispers, his lips just inching towards hers.

But then a bush rustled near them causing her to gasp and both of them turned to the sound. But, luckily, it was just a bunny running through a bush. She lets out a sigh of relief and pulls back. "Anthony... This is wrong... W-We can't..." She says while shaking her head. "We cannot deny our feelings for one another..." Anthony says and she sighs and turns to walk away. He quickly follows after her.

He calls her but she ignores him as they walk back into the ball, she hurries up the stairs, trying to get away from him. She goes into a room, which seems to be the library in the manor, and tries to shut the door in his face but he grabs the door and makes his way inside. She backs up until her back hits a table in the room.

"We can't..." She says. "We must." He answers back.

"Anthony it's wrong." She says with a huff. "Since when has love been so wrong?" He answers. She scoffs, "Now you claim to love me?"

"I have always loved you!" He says, a little bit too loudly. "Since we were children... I have always loved you." He says, his voice barely above a whisper. She stares at him with a sad stare, "You are to be married..." She whispers.

"I will leave her." He says quickly. Her eyes widened, "You cannot!" She says. "But I can." He says back. "Your reputation will be ruined! You cannot!" He then grabs her hips and pulls her close to him.

"I. Don't. Care. I want you. My heart aches for you... I only want you." He says in a low and seductive, but sincere, tone of voice... They stare at one another, both of their breaths heavy and their hearts yearning for one another...

She then grabbed the collar of his shirt before yanking him forward and kissing him passionately.

PART 5?

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project-sekai-facts · 6 months

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Your recent update made me wonder about something. I don’t know how much you know about this but wanted to try asking anyway. Hopefully this makes sense? Why would the English translation choose to censor things? I assume translations are being done in America where queer things are slowly becoming more accepted but is that a factor? Are the translators themselves changing certain things due to their own biases? I don’t know who they are and don’t want to assume anything about them, but I can’t help wondering if that’s part of the reason? Or is it because of something like, for example, sometimes movies or TV shows have certain content removed based on where it’s being aired, so is it something like that? Is the game being released in regions where queer content is banned or removed? Now that I wrote it, I feel like this is the most likely answer but what do you think? I basically just rambled in your ask my bad. Also, do you know if the Korean and/or Taiwan servers have censorship too?

oh there's more than just the Asahi thing and i have mentioned it in passing before but i'll cover it properly here. "the miles i fell in love with is so cool" -> "it was so cool! i guess that's miles for you" is definitely the biggest example though.

First off, a minor thing. it doesn't really happen anymore but in the earlier translations they quite often use words other than partner, like "pals" and "buds", in the VBS story. Probably one of the best examples of this would be An and Kohane's 3rd kizuna title, which the JP name was often fan-translated as "Making each other better" or "Raising each other up", and is called "Two supportive pals" on EN. Which does have the same meaning but the "pals" seems so unneccesary when they could've used partners. The original text is Takameau futari, the first part means "to raise" or "to lift" and futari means "two people" or "a pair/couple". So it technically is a good enough translation but using pals when partners would be more accurate to canon just seems.. off.

I’m assuming their avoidance of the word partner is because it could easily be misinterpreted as romantic, but they seem to have moved on from that at this point.

There's also THE POWER OF UNITY where they switch out "love" (daisuki) for "cares about a lot" when KAITO is comparing the relationship between Arata and Souma to Akito and Toya. Daisuki literally means "likes a lot" so often you'll see people translate it as love, though likes a lot is still valid. "Cares about" is not a direct translation but definitely can still convey the same meaning, so again instance of valid localisation it just seems like an odd choice when using love would've conveyed the exact same meaning and been more true to the original.

Then you've got another instance of them not translating daisuki correctly in Dear Me, As I Was Back Then (sorry this one is a wiki screenshot my phone died). This is worse. Like I guess if you really want then it does have a close enough meaning to the original. Like I guess daisuki meaning "like a lot" or "love" could be localised as "you're the best" if you really wanted it too. But even then, the line before this is "I'm gonna show just how much I admire her!". Minori's shout of "I LOVE YOUUU" from the original would be way more fitting here. "You're the best" feels too casual and buddy-buddy - even if Minori didn't know Haruka at this point, Haruka still had a big impact on her life and imo "I love you" would be the best to use here.

There’s also this one from Walk on and on that removes one key thing. In the original, Toya says something more along the lines of “I was able to make this track because I want to continue to be a partner who can stand shoulder-to-shoulder with you from now on and always”. This is a bit more similar to the Asahi incident in that they’ve restructured the sentence to make it two, adding in the thing about performing which isn’t even there originally, and replacing “korekara saki mo zutto” with “keep singing with you”. And “keep singing with you” still works, but it’s much more toned down, let’s say. You know what really is odd about this translation though? If the quote I put seems familiar, it’s because it’s also the name of Toya’s event card. Kinda odd they omitted that from the story then, huh? The thing is the translation of the card is very accurate so removing it from the story starts to seem intentional, especially when everything around it is accurately translated like with the Asahi incident. Also doing this removes the fact that the card name references the story so what the hell are you doing EN? It's the same sentence, if you can translate it correctly on the card you can translate it correctly in the story.

And I’m gonna do a massive Dude Trust Me on this one and keep it brief because I don’t have screenshots of it and couldn't find any online, but there’s another example I can think of with Rui’s spring voiceline from 2022. On EN he says "Ah Tsukasa, what a coincidence!" but on JP he says "it must be some sort of fate that we met here". Which admittedly is still pretty much the same meaning, it's just like a way more casual version of it because of course it is. EN is just generally not great at localising a lot of Rui's more poetic speech as well, so I'll let this one slide for now.

There's definitely more than this, this is just what came to mind first and I don't want to make this post too long.

These were certainly... choices. Especially with the ones that translate daisuki wrong because they do translate it correctly on other occasions, most frequently with An and Kohane. I'm assuming the reason they omitted it with the guys is because it's far harder to pass off guys saying that they love each other as platonic because societal expectations or whatever, but I'm actually surprised by the change to Dear Me because normally they're pretty good with Minori and Haruka. Like they've translated daisuki correctly for them before and leave in everything else that indicates Minori has a crush on Haruka, so why not this line?

I'm tempted to say that they just change the things that they think are too hard to safely pass off as platonic, but then again they left all of the unsubtle ship teasing in Buddy Funny Spend Time, which has a lot of focus on Minori and Haruka's relationship (and they even left in Haruka saying that Minori makes her heart tickle in her card story), so I'm genuinely not sure why they left that in but then changed one instance of Minori saying she loves Haruka which doesn't even have to be interpreted romantically. Like what is the limit here? An can say she's going on a date (with Kohane) and the WEG regulars can ask who she's been seeing, but Asahi can say he fell in love with Tsukasa's character and it gets removed. Both of them are explicitly romantic. The only thing I can think of is that An's comes from a whole card story and event, but Asahi's is one line that's easy to remove. Same with Toya saying he wants to stay with Akito forever.

In other words, it's a mess and I don't think any of what I just wrote is coherent either.

Interpret all of this however you will at the end of the day it’s all just ship tease which is up to interpretation anyway. Except the Asahi thing that was explicitly romantic that one is a censor.

Oh and as far as I know the KR and TW servers don’t do this.

#i got this one peer reviewed on both my main account and with an irl who doesn't know anything about the game.#oh because someone will probably bring up the hiraga gennai 1koma i don't consider that one a censor #that one's definitely a localisation bc barely any players would get the joke since gennai isn't well known in the EN server regions #there's a whole discussion to be had over the fact they did completely change the joke and the context which we actually have had before #it was rui's birthday post if you go through my rui tag you can find it.#asks #mod talks #apologies for the quality on this one it's 1am right now for me

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teencopandthesourwolf · 1 year

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Darling one <3 my prompt word is "tummy ache" which is alarmingly fitting right now.

hope this helps, boo!

It's early, too early for daylight.

Derek opens his other eye and assesses the situation: puffs of air on the back of his neck, too abrupt for normal breathing.

Beside him, Stiles doesn't so much shift as jerks a little, as if he's trying not to move any more than that small amount.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Derek whispers.

Beacon Hills sheriff might have an inkling that Derek has been climbing though Stiles's perpetually open window for the past two years or so—in the daytime. But Derek is positive he doesn't know about the sleeping-with-his-only-son part that has been happening for the last few months. Because Derek is still alive.

So. Whispering it is.

Silence.

Then a pitiful, drawn out groan.

"Stiles?"

More groans. Then a croaked, "I'm dying."

Derek is on Stiles in a millisecond. "What is it? What's wrong? Stiles? What's—" and his hands are flying over every inch of the kid.

"Shit, Der, I'm not really dying," Stiles whispers back, batting Derek away.

Derek wouldn't need to be looking at Stiles to know the face he's pulling.

"Ugh, feels like it though. My tummy hurts so fucking bad right now. I can't get comfy, I can't get back to sleep and I hate everything and everyone and I would honestly be perfectly okay with passing over to the other side, now. Like. RIP me. Swear to God, Der, the afterlife never sounded so good."

Derek rolls his eyes. His very human boyfriend is so very fucking dramatic.

Boyfriend.

Thinking about him and Stiles like that still makes Derek's stomach flip like he's fourteen again. Even when he's smooshed up right next to him in bed. He wonders if that will ever change and immediately doesn't think it will.

Derek peers down through the gloom at a pained looking Stiles, then instinctively flicks his eyes to the numbers glowing a dim blue on Stiles's alarm clock.

4:32

Stiles is about to say something but Derek quickly silences him with a hand placed across his mouth, essentially gagging him.

Just when Stiles looks as if might sink his teeth into Derek's fingers, there's an ominous creak on the landing, and they both simultaneously stop breathing.

Thud. Trickle. Drip, drip, drip. Flush. Running water. Creak.

The town's sheriff is nothing if not habitual.

After another moment, Derek removes his hand but puts a finger to Stiles's lips to tell him to stay quiet. Then he strokes Stiles's cheekbone as he shifts a bit in the bed, until he can place his other hand gently on Stiles abdomen.

Derek now focuses all of his thoughts and senses on Stiles, until there's only Stiles, everything Stiles is. Until he's aware of Stiles's pain. Until he is Stiles's pain. Derek's face twists a little with what is a really nasty, sharp feeling but looks up to thankfully see Stiles's features smoothing out as the hurt drains from his body.

"Dude," Stiles whispers, before his eyes widen and he's slapping his own hand over his mouth—his dad could still be awake.

Derek un-grits his teeth and cracks his neck, removing his touch from Stiles and flexing his hand a few times as the pain in his arm starts to fizzle away.

Better? Derek asks silently with raised brows.

Stiles grins so big it makes Derek's heart thump harder in his chest.

Dude! Best. Boyfriend. Ever! Stiles mouths back, in such an exaggerated manner Derek's pretty sure even a person who speaks no English could tell what he said.

Given the current hushed situation, Derek supposes he'll let the dreaded 'dude' slide.

(Realising for the first time that he's completely head-over-heels in love with this adorable idiot has absolutely nothing at all to do with it).

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shogvnate · 11 months

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GODS & MONSTERS. yan! re8 ladies x reader.

general yandere headcanons + snippets pt 1.

contains; mother miranda, mia winters.

warnings; extremely toxic and unhealthy behavior, broken mindset, body mutilation on miranda's part, potentially triggering content, yandere. you've been warned.

⸻ 🐦‍⬛ mother miranda

obsessive, stalker, and training type

arguably the worst.

other than how to revive her deceased daughter, her thoughts revolve around you, you, and you. It drives her absolutely insane that she's drifting from her original plans of marking you as just another one of her failed experiments.

you can never feel alone, no, not with her being lovesick.

her crows are always watching, always listening.

she knows everything, don't try to hide anything from her, it never ends well.

she despises disobedience, no one wants a darling who's rebellious, no?

at some point she'll definitely break your mind, it's unavoidable, basically.

rarely ever affectionate, shows her love in other extreme ways such as giving gifts (eg. putting a golden bracelet still attached to a severed hand in front of your bedroom door for your 'anniversary', wrapped in the guts of the lycan who attacked you earlier that week), and of course, words of affirmation.

she truly does love you in her own sick and twisted way, but oh, darling, she's too far gone to save.

"don't deny me. worship me, acknowledge me as your one and only savior, and you shall find what you need," her smile was like a blank canvas, begging for someone to add value to it. it made you sick the more you think about it.

because she didn't want no simple mortal.

she wanted you.

miranda drowned herself in the way you gazed at her numbly, twirling a lock of your hair in her clawed fingers. "anything you could ever possibly need will be with me."

how you hated her smile.

⸻ ❄ mia winters

removal, isolating, and manipulative type.

mia doesn't like it when you smile at anyone other than her. she doesn't know why, but she loathes the feeling of being ignored for someone who clearly doesn't fit the standards for someone like you.

she goes to unhealthy measures to make you stay by her side. gaslighting, threats, guilt tripping, you name it.

someone asking you out for lunch? they didn't show up for lunch and they never talk to you again.

gets scolded by her peers due to her constantly being in your shadow and controlling everything you do but she shrugged them off.

most of the time she's not aware of how she's acting like she can't breathe without you being in the same room as her but when pointed out by you, she usually apologizes.

physically affectionate, too physically affectionate. so much so that she comes off as smothering.

unlike miranda, she can still grow and change as a person so you have hope…?

"mia, this isn't right." you pushed her away slightly. she was getting too comfortable in your personal space. it was supposed to be the only thing she'll never get a hand on but she managed to do so in the end too.

she already took too much from your life. your friends, your co-workers, your favorite florist from the subway, your bed, your house, oh the list goes on forever.

the most outrageous fact was that you were the one who actually let her do whatever she wanted. now look where that got you.

"what makes you say that?"

there it is.

her frown, something she knows you can't stand seeing.

"i thought you knew i'm only doing this because i love you?"

"it's just…" you bit the inside of your cheek, "it feels... wrong."

"tell me more about it, maybe I can help you understand how I see you," she suggested, but when you looked at her dull eyes and warm smile, you could hear something on the back of your mind telling you not to push it.

you sighed, opening your arms for her to bury herself in again.

"changed your mind?" she cooed.

"forget I said anything, mia."

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Chocolate Milk

wc: 4.8k pronouns: none used; n/a -- reader has femme best friend warnings: angstttt, fluffy ending, matthew being mean, swearing, mention of alcohol, matthew is a stranger and reader has to live with him, financial struggle/unemployment, a few inappropriate jokes but nothing explicit (think pg-13), consumption of a concerning amount of chocolate milk over a 6 week period warnings for spicy cut-scene: suggestive/mature themes; minors dni (link is here and will also be in the fic for the appropriate context and placement; fic makes perfect sense without cut scene as well it's just for funsies) summary: a down-on-their-luck reader has to crash on bandmemberandgymrat!matthew's couch for the foreseeable future. a couple problems with this: matthew is incredibly hot and also a major asshole ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ OH MY GOD. IT'S DONE. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO. I DID IT. THIS ONE NEARLY ENDED ME WOW I CAN'T BELIEVE I FINISHED IT. i hope you LOVE it; matthew is for sure more like woohyun in this and he is hot and so mean and cocky and... enjoy this, please i'm begging you. <3

Why me?

You had been screaming this question over and over again in your head for the past twenty minutes. Your friend had texted you this afternoon that she'd finally found a contact who had a place for you to crash for awhile. The address she sent you had been a bit far away from the place you were currently crashing and you didn't have enough money for an Uber, so after an hour on the subway this evening and a thirty minute walk after that, you had finally knocked on the door of the apartment your friend had sent you to.

The boy that had opened the door, though shorter in height was muscular and sported several tattoos-- and you knew this because he had greeted you in a black, fitted tank top and boxers. Albeit, you had been quite a bit later than you said you would be, but the fact that he hadn't said more than ten words to you since you'd arrived with your suitcase in hand wasn't helping you to forgive his too-comfortable appearance.

Standing a few feet behind him in the kitchen area, you watch as the boy opens the refrigerator door. Fishing into one of the drawers, he pulls out a water bottle and tosses it to you.

He fails to warn you of the incoming object, however, and before you can scramble to catch it, it connects with your face.

You stare at each other for a long moment until you feel something tickling the skin beneath your nose.

"You're bleeding," the boy says, still expressionless as he continues to stare at you. "And you suck at catching things."

Bringing your hand up to your face, you run your fingers across the skin that is tingling under your nose. He was right: bright, red blood is coating your fingertips.

"Oh, um," you mumble, looking around for something to wipe your nose with. "Is--... Do you have a--?"

A tissue box hurtling towards your face shuts you up as your hands reach up in a panic to catch it.

"Better that time," the boy says, eyebrows raised ever so slightly in amusement.

Pulling a tissue from the tissue box, you dab it around your nose to remove the blood that is still flowing from it. You swallow nervously, glaring at the boy who has been nothing but rude to you this entire time.

He takes a sip from the glass of chocolate milk sitting beside him before placing it on the island counter that he's leaning against. "Is it broken?"

"What?" You ask, brow furrowing softly.

"Your nose," he responds, meeting your gaze again. "Is it broken?"

You frown. "I doubt it. It doesn't even hurt really."

"Damn," he says, shaking his head. "Disappointing."

Your eyebrows raise incredulously at the boy's words. "Were you trying to break my nose!?"

"Nah, of course not," he denies, turning to look at his right bicep. He prods the muscle before adding, "Just kind of pathetic that I couldn't, you know? Guess I've gotta up my reps from now on."

You're not sure when your jaw started dropping, but it clearly had no intention of stopping any time soon. "You--... You--."

Before you can say anything else, the boy places his empty glass in the sink and walks out of the kitchen area and towards his bedroom-- leaving you entirely speechless. After a moment of internally screaming 'wtf', you turn around to yell at him.

"HEY!" You shout, catching the boy just as he's about to shut the door to his bedroom. "What are you doing!?"

"Closing the door," he answers simply, starting to close the door again.

"Closing the--," you say, tongue pressed to your cheek as you look up to the ceiling and shake your head in disbelief. "This was a terrible mistake. I’m leaving.”

Walking towards the apartment door, you wrap your hand around the handle of your suitcase and pull it behind you. As you reach the door, you turn the knob and throw it open in a huff…

Only to suddenly feel your suitcase gain 100 pounds.

You tug at it uselessly to try to get it to budge, but eventually you are forced to give up and turn back around to see what the problem is.

Finding the suitcase handle, your breath hitches when you see a hand gripping the blue plastic next to yours. You follow that veiny hand up past the arm its connected to until you’re finally looking its owner in the eye.

You swallow hard, not knowing how to properly react as you pull the suitcase harder. “Let go.”

He does, but the sudden lack of equal and opposite force on the suitcase sends you flying back against the door— shutting it closed behind you in the process.

The boy steps towards you, your heart racing in response as your mind runs through all the possible ways he could kill you and dispose of your body.

Click.

His fingers turn the lock on the doorknob.

Clank.

He locks the deadbolt above it.

“PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” You shout suddenly, no longer able to contain your fear.

He stares at you for a moment, face less than a foot away from yours. Then, he snorts. “I was actually trying to keep you from getting killed. I don’t know if you noticed, but this building isn’t in that great of an area. The guy down the hall got murdered at the vending machine at 10 P.M. just last week actually.”

You blink back at him, wide eyed.

“But if you'd prefer to go out there, I’ll just go ahead and open this door up for you and you can—.”

You turn around, pressing your hands against the door to keep him from opening it. “I’ll just… stay here. But only for tonight.”

“Sure you will.”

You frown, turning back around to face him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I know you have nowhere else to go, so,” the boy says, face expressionless. “You wouldn’t be trying to shack up on some rando’s couch for the foreseeable future if you weren’t.”

You sigh. The asshole is unfortunately right.

“I go to the gym early every morning and I have band practice until late at night-- which I missed tonight for you; who decided it was polite and reasonable to be two hours late without even sending a text," he says, walking back towards his room. “But what I'm getting at is: you won't see me unless you're trying to. So I'll know if you're trying to."

Scoffing, you stand there with your suitcase in this bastard of a man’s apartment-- completely helpless to the situation at hand.

“But if I hear so much as a peep out of you while I’m sleeping, you’re out on the street-- do you hear me?”

He doesn't wait for you to answer. Instead, he shuts the door to his room closed; leaving you alone in the combined kitchen and living area in the small one bedroom apartment. Resignedly, you slink towards the couch and sit down; finally pulling out your phone to text your friend after experiencing this utter disaster that she had set you up for.

BITCH WTF

???

this man is the rudest, most insufferable human being in the world. why did u tell me to go live with him

Matthew? Insufferable? Maybe a bit abrasive but...

he threw a water bottle at my face so hard my nose bled and then got upset when he found out it wasn't broken

Awww... I think he likes you :)

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!? he's a fucking crazy person

You just don't know each other yet. Don't worry too much about it. You needed a place to stay and you got one... Beggars can't be choosers

watch it

Gn xx

You throw your phone down beside you onto the couch, lying down on your back as you curse your friend.

Matthew...

He hadn't even had the common courtesy to introduce himself. In fact, you would've gone on not knowing his name if it wasn't for your friend having told you just now.

Luckily, even in the strange new environment, exhaustion begins to take over after the long train ride and walk you'd been on all evening. Sinking into the old, leather couch and pulling the navy blue throw blanket draped on its arm over your body, you eventually drift off while scrolling through TikTok as the hum of the refrigerator lulls you to sleep.

A few days pass quietly in this way. Though Matthew had claimed you'd never see him unless you tried, you'd found it easy at first to get a glimpse of him when he came in through the apartment door around 2 A.M. every night. The click of the doorknob and clank of the deadbolt always stirred you from your sleep, though you'd keep your eyes closed as he walked past where you laid on the couch.

But one night, just as you were falling back to sleep after Matthew had come home about a half hour prior, you hear his bedroom door click open.

Curiously, you watch as Matthew walks to the fridge, opening the door and peering inside. In the refrigerator light, you can’t help but notice that his features are much softer and sleepier than usual.

“Stop staring,” he says suddenly, jolting you upright on the couch.

You stare at him wide-eyed in the dim light, not sure whether to deny his claim or not. “I wasn’t staring. I—.”

“So why were you pretending to be asleep, huh?” He challenges, eyes boring into you. When you fail to answer, he concludes, “That’s what I thought.”

Matthew sticks his head back in the fridge for a moment before resurfacing— a puzzled look on his face. “Huh.”

“What?”

He closes the refrigerator door, holding up the new carton of chocolate milk you had picked up from the corner store down the street that afternoon. “Where did this come from?”

“I got it today,” you answer with a shrug. “I saw you were out so I grabbed some on my way back here.”

Matthew blinks back at you for several seconds, the puzzled look on his face unfading even after your explanation. He walks to the cupboard and pulls out a glass, setting it on the table as he unscrews the cap of the carton and pours. "I didn't ask you to do that."

Your eyebrows raise in shock at his condemnation of the favor you'd attempted to do for him. "Bastard," you mumble under your breath.

"Don't waste your money," he says, bringing the glass to his lips and chugging the liquid in less than three seconds. "You're supposed to be saving it," he scolds as he sets the glass in the sink, walking out of the kitchen and back to his room.

"And go to bed."

That's all Matthew says before the door to his bedroom slams shut once more.

~super spicy cut scene 🌶️ HERE 🌶️... minors dni ... continue reading below ... rest of story makes full sense without additional scene so return here after reading or SKIP IF YOU ARE A MINOR~

You don't see Matthew again for another week. You've been exercising again, tiring your body out so you can sleep well on the old leather couch that you now call your bed. You wake up each morning and its as if the boy had never come home at all.

The only sign of his existence is another empty glass in the sink, which had undoubtedly been filled with chocolate milk the night before while you were sleeping just a few feet away.

You wash each new empty glass every morning. He must notice, but he never says anything.

You've applied to several music teaching jobs, but haven't made it past the interview stage for any of them so far. Most of them say they're looking for someone with more recent experience at this point. You're now considering branching out to any field that will hire you.

You're asleep by 10 P.M. tonight, a long walk that accidentally ended up being mostly uphill turning your legs to jelly as they melted into the beat-up couch. It's one of the soundest sleeps you've ever had, until a soft melody begins to wake you...

Eyes fluttering awake much to your chagrin, you look around the room expecting to see light flooding through the windows. You're surprised instead when the only light you see is leaking through a crack in Matthew's bedroom door.

The strumming of an acoustic guitar, accompanied by a gentle male voice is what must have woken you. You sit upright, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you grab your phone from the end table and check the time.

2:34 A.M. He must've just gotten home from band practice, you think. Why is he still playing?

Curiously, you stand up and tiptoe to Matthew's bedroom door. He hadn't shut it all the way and you can see him in the reflection of his standing mirror. He's wearing grey sweatpants and a black, fitted tank top as he works the guitar-- eyes closed and brows furrowed tensely as he sings with it.

He looks hot.

You shake your head quickly, expelling the troubling thought as soon as it pops into your head and correcting it:

He looks frustrated.

You listen closer, trying to catch the lyrics or the tone of the song. Matthew's voice is a lot better than you thought it would be. You had secretly been hoping he sucked so that you could hold it over the asshole's head forever. But he doesn't suck. And far from it...

But there is something slightly off. You place your ear closer to the door, trying to figure out what the problem is. As he holds out the last note of a particular phrase, it hits you.

And you accidentally hit the door, sending it flying open as Matthew's eyes meet yours through the mirror. You grimace awkwardly as he stares back at you unamusedly.

"You just can't help yourself, can you?"

You step into Matthew's bedroom, looking around through sleepy eyes at each corner. You were surprised to find he had a bed frame and not an old, messy mattress on the floor. He had seemed like the type.

"You woke me up," you say with a frown. "Why are you allowed to make noise while I'm sleeping?"

"Because I'm the only one paying rent," he says simply, raising a small glass of what looks to be whiskey to his lips.

Your brows furrow defensively. "I was going to help with rent."

"With what money?" He asks rhetorically, setting the glass back down on his desk. "Have you found a job yet?"

Chewing your cheek in defeat, you answer softly, "No."

"Mm," he hums in response, returning his attention to his guitar.

"But I've been trying," you add, folding your arms across your chest. "Really hard. It's just that my field is... saturated."

"Mmhm," he mumbles dismissively. You shake your head, rolling your eyes at the boy who you were now forced to coexist with.

"Whatever. I was actually gonna tell you you sounded nice," you say, walking back towards the door. "But you actually sounded pretty flat so. Choke on a dick."

You're just about to step back into the living area when Matthew calls softly behind you, "Did I actually sound flat?"

You turn around and nod at him, taking in his curious expression for a moment. "It's most noticeable on the ending pitches."

"I knew it," he says, sighing in defeat.

This is the first time you've ever seen real emotion from Matthew. He's definitely upset that he's not sounding the way he wants to. It's refreshing to see him give a shit about something for once.

"It's because you're lingering on your consonants too long," you advise calmly as his eyes meet yours. "You need to get to your vowels faster or you're gonna stay under the pitch."

His eyes narrow suspiciously. "How do you know that? What are you-- some sort of vocal coach?"

"Uh," you stumble, smiling awkwardly back at him. "Yeah, actually."

"No you're not," he accuses with a frown. "I've never heard you sing before. Not even once."

"Obviously. I'm not allowed to make a peep while you're here or you'll kick me out, remember?"

Matthew leans back in his desk chair. "You're being for real? You're really a trained vocal coach?"

You nod, pressing your lips together. "I'm also a jazz saxophonist. Turns out neither are very lucrative professions."

He's silent-- just staring back at you as if he's lost in thought.

"You have a good voice, though," you say, walking towards the door once more when it seems like he's not going to respond to you again tonight. "And I liked the song. But I think it could use some work."

You take one last look at him, his face soft and sleepy like it had been that night a few days after you'd just moved in. He's gazing down at his guitar, tapping his fingers against the body lightly before you finally close the door.

"Well I've been afraid of changing, 'cause I built my life around you..."

The lyrics flow out of you as the hot water hits your body and falls down to the floor of the shower beneath you. Matthew might live in a shitty apartment building, but one thing they did have...

Good water pressure.

"But time makes you bolder; even children get older and I'm feeling older, too..."

Thud.

You freeze as you hear a loud noise come from the other side of the bathroom door. A million thoughts race through your head, but one sticks out most of all: is someone else in the apartment?

Matthew wouldn't be home for hours. And you'd deadbolted the door to the apartment...

Hadn't you?

Fight response kicking in, you shut off the water and fling open the shower curtain. Wrapping a large towel around you, you open the bathroom door and step into the living area cautiously. Walking around, you look for any signs of an intruder but, after a thorough search... you don't find any.

What you do find is your phone on the ground next to the couch, when you were sure you'd placed it on the end table. But with the windows open and the summer evening breeze blowing into the apartment, you try to convince yourself as best you can that your phone has simply fallen off its perch.

Changing into your pajamas, you watch TV for a while before falling asleep for the night on your makeshift bed.

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz.

The light buzzing against your chest wakes you up, looking around in a daze for the culprit. Finally, you locate your phone and bring it up to your face; blinking the sleep away as you read the screen as best as you can.

3:57 A.M.

Mom

Decline Accept

You decline the call quickly after reading the time, instead texting your mother:

i can't talk. what's wrong?

Your mom types back fast, as expected:

Nothing's wrong honey! Just wanted to give you a head's up that we had to put your dad's gambling debt on your debit card this month. Luv u x

Your heart jumps to your throat. "No, no, no, no, no," you whisper as your fingers frantically find your mobile banking app. You tap it open, clicking through to your account total which now reads:

-$3,367

Suddenly, you're nauseous and scared and devastated all at once. You had saved $300 in the time since you'd gotten your part-time job at the Italian restaurant around the corner from you two weeks ago. And just like that, you were in serious debt once more.

Would this nightmare ever end?

You're not sure when you started sobbing, but the tears are flowing and they're now a completely unstoppable force. Covering your mouth with your hand, you attempt to stifle the sound of your crying as much as you feasibly can.

But it's all in vain.

The door to Matthew's room flies open, anger radiating off of him. But then he squeezes his eyes shut tightly, reopening them after a moment to stare blankly back at you. He's unmoving as you continue to sob until he finally walks past you to the kitchen area.

Matthew opens the refrigerator door, pulling out a fresh carton of chocolate milk. He opens the cupboard and pulls out a glass before filling it up halfway. He returns to the carton to the fridge and walks over to where you're sitting on the couch, glass in hand.

"Because you're crying like a giant baby, I figured you might need some milk," the boy says, hand with the glass extending out to you.

His words are harsh and sarcastic, but his expression is surprisingly soft. You notice his hair is slightly messy from sleep and his cheeks are puffier than usual. He looks almost innocent...

"Do I have to beat someone up?" He asks quietly.

Suddenly, you realize: this glass of chocolate milk could be Matthew's version of an olive branch.

You take the glass from his hand, slowly bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. You hold the glass in your lap as you meet his gaze.

"I hope not," you say softly. "Considering you wouldn't even be able to break their nose..."

Matthew blinks at you for a few seconds before a sudden grin lights up his face. His smile is broad and happy and if you weren't already sitting down, it would've knocked you off your feet.

The crinkles in the corner of his eyes are youthful and endearing and the laugh that comes out of him is enough to light the entire apartment in the dark.

What the fuck is going on?

When he sees you staring back at him confused, he coughs lightly in what seems to be embarrassment as he averts your gaze. "Go to sleep," he says, walking back to his room quickly. "You can keep crying in the morning."

Though Matthew's words themselves aren't overly comforting, there's something behind them-- something in his voice or maybe the way he glances at back at you before closing the door-- that makes you think that the boy who had once been disappointed he didn't break your nose... might actually give a shit about you after all.

"HOLY FUCK!" You scream, bolting upright from your sleep the next morning when you open your eyes to Matthew staring back at you.

He smirks. "A good face to wake up to, right?"

"No," you say, gripping your heart with your hand. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I hope I didn't," he says, standing up from where he's sitting on the floor in front of you. "You're not getting a new couch no matter how much you shit on it."

"You're more chipper than usual this morning," you say, stretching your arms above your head before dropping them to your lap in sudden realization. "Wait... It's the morning! You're not supposed to be here!"

Matthew laughs, walking over to the kitchen island and grabbing his keys. "Come on. We're going."

"What?" You ask confusedly. "Going where?"

"To breakfast," he answers simply.

"Why would we--?"

"Because there's no food in the house," he answers plainly again.

You frown. "I was gonna go pick up some groceries yesterday, but--."

"But you didn't," he cuts you off again quickly. "So you have 100 seconds to get ready and then we're going."

You blink at him, wondering what on earth had gotten into this man.

"100... 99... 98..." Matthew begins counting down; the sudden pressure causing you to jump to your feet, grab some clothes from your suitcase next to the couch and run to the bathroom.

Panicking, you brush your teeth and wash the sleep from your eyes before changing into the jeans and shirt you had haphazardly plucked from your suitcase. Fixing your hair, you can hear Matthew still counting faintly from outside the bathroom door.

You fling it open just as he's about to say "seven"; brushing past him to grab your phone from the couch.

"Oh look at you," he says, a smug little smile on his lips. "So efficient with your time."

"Let's just go," you mumble, unlocking the door to the apartment and stepping outside in a huff as you watch the smile on Matthew's face only grow wider.

"Can I have your cream?"

Your eyes widen in shock. "My--... my cream?"

"Yeah, your coffee cream," he says, pointing to the tiny containers of milk creamer that you've left untouched next to your coffee cup. "If you're not gonna use it."

"I--... I am gonna use it actually, thank you very much," you huff out, trying to shake the image that Matthew had unknowingly created from your mind as you pick up one of the creamer packets and dump it into your coffee.

You look up at Matthew as you place the empty container down to find the infuriatingly attractive boy smirking at you-- teeth lightly biting down on the left side of his bottom lip.

"Did you think I meant something else?" He asks with a cocky chuckle.

You pour the second packet of creamer into your coffee, exhaling deeply as you chew your cheeks to keep yourself from screaming. "If you had, I would've poured this hot coffee down your shirt."

"I'll admit that's a very creative way to get a glimpse under my shirt," Matthew counters, leaning back in the booth seat and folding his arms across his chest. He positions his forearms just under where his pectoral muscles end, humorously trying to emphasize them for you.

It is unfortunately having its desired affect on you.

"If I had known that you stopping being so rude to me would lead to you amping up the inappropriate flirting I would've--."

"Tried to make it happen sooner?" Matthew says, raising his eyebrows in a challenge.

You pick up your spoon and dunk it in your coffee cup, stirring a little too aggressively as some of the hot liquid splashes onto the table. You're about to grab a napkin to wipe up the small spill, but a veiny, slightly-calloused hand beats you to it.

He dabs up the spill with his napkin and retracts his hand before meeting your gaze again. "I know you're in serious debt."

You stare back at him, not sure whether or not to deny his accusation. Ultimately, you're too curious to fight back. "How do you know?"

"You left your phone open," he says nonchalantly. "When I was getting ready to go to the gym this morning, your bank info was just lying there."

You laugh sadly. "Good thing I have nothing to steal."

"I thought you were working at that restaurant on 5th Street," he says, taking a sip from his coffee mug. "What happened to that?"

"Nothing happened," you say, staring into your own cup of coffee. "I'm still working there."

"And you haven't managed to save anything?" He asks, eyes free of their usual judgment. "Is that why you were upset?"

Slowly, you shake your head. Why you were about to divulge your personal information to a virtual stranger (albeit a virtual stranger that you live with) was beyond you. But you answer honestly anyway, "My parents charged their own debt to my account this month. It's not the first time they've done it. It won't be the last."

Matthew studies you for a second. "Does that have anything to do with why you had nowhere to live in the first place?"

"I was fine paying it off for a while, each time they'd add a new charge. I'd just spend a little less that month. A lotta less, actually. But I was fine," you explain slowly. "But when the pandemic hit, the arts school I was teaching at closed down. And so did a lot of other arts and music programs across the country. And I just haven't been able to find a job or recover financially since."

The boy sitting across from you is quiet for a few moments, taking a sip of his coffee and placing the cup back down on its saucer. You think maybe he's reached his talking quota for the day, when he suddenly says, "I know someone who needs a vocal coach."

You tilt your head curiously to the side. "Who?"

"Me."

Unfortunately you'd taken a sip of your coffee just before Matthew had given his answer. You choke slightly as the hot liquid goes down the wrong pipe from the shock; clearing your throat before responding, "WHAT!?"

"Someone whose band just got signed to a local record label is gonna need a good vocal coach, don't you think?"

You watch as a smile grows on his face; the sun suddenly making an appearance smack-dab in the middle of Joe's City Diner. It's impossible to keep the corners of your lips from also turning up when your roommate has suddenly decided to start being the cutest person you've ever seen before.

"That's--... That's amazing," you congratulate him. "Breakfast is on m--."

"Me," he says with a laugh. "It's on me. Unless we're dining and ditching. But I wanna be able to keep coming back here, so let's just let me pay, yeah?"

A little embarrassed, you nod in agreement. "Right."

"Plus, it's my way to convince you to be my vocal coach," he says with a smirk. "Is it working?"

You sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, too. "I dunno. I'm kind of out of practice at this point..."

"I'll pay you $75/hour for two lessons a week."

"Deal," you say quickly, hand extending across the table before you can even think it through properly.

He grins, taking your hand in his and shaking it. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"You as well," you say quietly, blushing as you retract your hand. “But… can I ask why? If you have $150 to spare, you could hire anyone. And, honestly, I thought that you hated me until... Until right now, actually. Why are you helping me?”

Matthew chews his lip for a second, folding his hands in his lap. “Because you bought me chocolate milk.”

A little pout forms on your lip as you try to figure out what he’s talking about. “What?”

“When I ran out,” he says, nodding simply. “You went to the corner store and got me a new carton. When you first moved in.”

You frown. “You told me never to do that again!”

“I told you not to waste your money again,” he says shrugging. “But it was thoughtful of you… and I appreciated it.”

You blink back at him, not sure what to say to his after-the-fact thank you. After a moment, you nod-- a small smile on your lips.

He takes another sip of his coffee. "And you're not out of practice by the way."

Your eyebrows furrow, wondering what Matthew means by this.

"I heard you singing last night in the shower," he says, smiling. "I knew for sure you weren't lying when I heard you."

Suddenly, you remember the thud you had heard while showering the night before. "YOU WERE LISTENING TO ME SHOWER!?"

Matthew laughs. "I forgot my capo at home and I needed it for band practice and--..." The smile drops from his face when he realizes what you had meant. "NO! No, oh my god, no. No, no, no-- not like that I--."

"Why so defensive?" You ask with a smirk, one eyebrow cocking playfully. "Just wanted to show you I can play that game, too."

You watch relief floods his face as he grins. "I'd ask you to put your money where your mouth is, but..."

"Asshole."

His smile exudes a bit of fondness now, much different from his smirk or his sunshine-filled grin. It's soft; warm. "You have a beautiful voice."

You look down int your coffee cup, bottom lip tucking between your teeth awkwardly. "Thanks."

"And if you sing while I'm home, I won't kick you out. In fact, that can be your rent payment."

You start to shake your head in protest, but he just laughs.

"That way I don't have to eavesdrop while you shower," Matthew jokes. "Unless you want me to."

"You've got to be kidding--."

"And maybe we can get breakfast like this more often."

There's a flutter in your heart again. Just like when he'd told you to go to bed earlier this morning. His words weren't flowery or overly emotional or caring in themselves...

But it's that look in his eyes; the tone in his voice.

"Breakfast and vocal lessons it is," you agree softly. "But I get to add something to the deal too..."

He smiles at you, brows raised in anticipation.

"You share your chocolate milk with me more often."

Matthew's eyes narrow as he studies you for a moment. You think for a second that his love for chocolate milk might be too strong...

But then he nods.

"Deal."

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sideshow-cellophane-blog · 4 months

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Belly Rubs

Gale just needs some love and a night of laughter :) Bloodweave for sure.

"My love?"

"Yes darling?"

"There is…something I would very much like to try with you, if you will allow me."

Astarion looked up from his book at Gale, who was nervously fidgeting his hands at the tent entrance. He had frequently let Astarion in at night since starting their relationship, but tonight Gale had been at the fire until now.

He raised a brow with a confident smirk. He loved it when Gale got tongue tied. "That depends, dear. Will the ending involve one of us screaming the other's name? You forgot to cast a sound barrier last time and Laezel is still asking me to do that trick to her. I've told her it doesn't take much with you," His brows furrowed into the tease with a sharper grin, but Gale was already flustered enough from whatever he was about to request. He relaxed back onto Gale's bed. "...Oh, stop giving me those sad puppy eyes and spit it out."

He took a deep breath. "I want to take you up on those belly rubs you playfully offered earlier," He admitted. "And I would very much like to make you laugh as well. I've missed your smile the further we go into these dark caverns. And don't worry - I've sound proofed the tent," He assured, as though that was what would comfort Astarion's surprise in the moment. "Now that we've finally set up camp I think we're due for some cheer."

"You want me to…? Really? Come lay down then darling," Setting the book to the side, he patted his lap. "If you can keep your hands to yourself you may get me to play along once it's my turn."

"Oh my, wait, really? I'll try my best! Thank you, truly, I was so nervous there for a bit," Suddenly giddy, Gale removed his shirt and folded it neatly on his bag in the corner. He climbed onto the bed, lying with his head in Astarion's lap.

"Ohhhh no, dear. Heh. Lay with your belly in front of me. That's what should be in my lap. Scoot up and lay across my lap like a good little wizard."

Again nervous, Gale slowly slid himself into the right position. His back popped as it extended out. "Stop when I say, ah, weave? No, red! Be easier to hear in a giggle fit, when I say red."

Astarion moved strands of hair from Gale's face in a moment of fondness. "Keep your hands behind your head, if you can. If you can't speak, pinch my arm."

Gale did as told, already smiling in anticipation. "Thanks, Astarion. I can't tell you how much I neheeded thihihis!" Slow and awkward giggles bubbled from his lips. The vampire was running his fingers lightly, so lightly, in circles around the exposed tummy in front of him. Before Gale covered his eyes with an arm he saw a much softer smile on the other's face, one that was reserved for their private moments. He allowed himself to relax and enjoy himself - he wanted and needed a moment like this.

"This is fun, I'll give you that," He made sure to not just run his fingers in circles: he made shapes and patterns in light swipes, drawing mostly stars and circles into the skin that made Gale twitch or change pitches in his inconsistent giggle spurts. "Your giggle does make me smile too, darling. So contagious. Shame that arm has to hide your pretty face. If it muffles any of those delicious giggles I'll have to do something about it."

He traced a long nail up Gale's abdomen, between his pectorals and back down to circle the edge of his navel. That made the wizard bounce and, oh yes that was, squeak. Another squeak. A snort?!

"Was that a snort? Oh, do that again!" He focused on scratching and poking around the button with some difficulty as Gale rocked himself from side to side enough so that Astarion's free palm had to steady him.

High pitched boyish, ticklish giggles filled the air and delighted them both. Despite Gale's growing hysteria he kept both arms up and covering his eyes, so only his wide open mouth was visible. He raised his head to his chest to see Astarion's hands through the cracks and allowed another snort to humor his lover.

"Yes!" He could have sworn Astarion whisper to himself, but Gale threw his head back again as those pale fingers dug into the sides of his belly that made his mind blank. Their adventures, the tasks at hand, the worry, the panic simmering under Gale's scar and chest, dissipated as his sensitive nerves overran all of that for a brief relieving few moments. He kicked a leg into the air and had to grab the sheets around his head to keep himself from curling into a ball.

And because of that, Astarion stayed on those spots. He tickled with different tactics and velocities to coax the right sounds from Gale until he was vibrating.

"SHIHIHIT! T-tihihickles, faHACK, shihihihihit! Oh gohohohods! AhastahahahaHEEE! HEEhahaha! Heheheh, shit, SHIT! Spot, SPAHAHAT! TICKLE SPAHAHAHAT!"

Astarion ran his fingertips over the sides of Gale's belly, gently dug in with his fingertips, and switched quickly to above and below the quivering navel. He chuckled a little at the contagious, high-pitched, boyish giggling and cackling his actions caused. Gale tried to roll onto his side facing Astarion, and the spawn squeezed the side facing up making Gale lie flat again.

"I've got you rolling now, haven't I?" He teased. "Those arms are having a hard time staying up, how about those two spots again?" He again went for either side of Gale's belly, left and right of the navel, scritching his nails lightly enough to make Gale yell, then cackle harder and louder again. "Is this the worst spot? Or the worst you can tolerate? I'll keep that in mind for later."

The arms could no longer stay up. Gale's hands shot down to grab Astarion's as he tried to curl and protect his attacked nerves. "Yehehehes! Bahad, bad spot…bad spot, spots. Spots…" He breathed hard for a moment and flinched when Astarion tried to rub his belly, but he shook his head. "R-red, wahait."

"I wasn't going to tickle," Astarion squeezed his hands. "Just rub it away."

Gale shook his head. "Mm-mn. Too ticklish for that."

He laughed at that and pulled stray hairs from Gale's face. "My dear wizard, feathers must make you cringe. And if they don't, heh, I'll make sure they do next time you ask for belly rubs. If you want me to do this again, anyways. I'll have you tied up squealing like a tortured gnoll with that wonderful smile on your face."

"I…I might like that," Gale's flushed face seemed to darken. "If you'd allow me the pleasure, I'll take you up on it one of these nights."

"Oho, the pleasure is mine," He curled his fingers past Gale's hands and into his belly again, and delighted in the gasp it caused. "Where else is so sensitive? I think I had you giggling when I nipped at your thighs the other night but…oh yes, you were flinching away when I licked up your neck! Oh, I like this! And you like this! What fun I'm going to have with you! A new game!" He clapped his hands together.

"Darling please don't take advantage of my nerves, not unless I ask," Gale scooted himself into a more comfortable position with his head in Astarion's lap instead. "I rather enjoy being made to laugh but not at the cost of my dignity…and, I mean yes, I'm very ticklish all over. Those spots on my belly are the worst, besides maybe my neck. Or my thighs. It's so unfair that there are two of them," He sighed.

"Isn't it?"

Gale raised his head. "How about you? What spots should I caress to make you laugh yourself into a delirium?"

"You'll have to find out."

"Now maybe? Perhaps with some rope and those feathers you seem eager to use against me?"

"Ah," Astarion shifted.

"You did say if I behaved you'd allow me to explore you," He wiggled the fingers of a hand in the air, hovering just over one of Astarion's knees. He knew that to be one spot that made the spawn jump. "I could summon a hologram to help me."

"I said maybe you'd have a chance if you managed to keep your arms up," Astarion eyed the hand nervously. "Which you didn't, sweet sensitive thing. If your hand lowers any further your neck is going to have more than my teeth against it."

The hand hovered as Gale decided what to do. He ultimately thought that Astarion wasn't being fair and he wrapped the free arm under and around his leg.

"I'll have you screaming and begging by the end of it if you lower that damn hand Gale, I mean it."

In one quick motion, the arm around Astarion's leg tightened and that hand shot for the back of his knee, as the other went for the top. "Worth it to hear even a squeHEAK!"

Astarion shouted and shook and kicked his leg. He made good on his threat- his hands dove under Gale's hair to tickle and try to stop the other before he really found any other bad spots. He flopped against the headboard of the bed and kicked his leg uselessly, because Gale had it gripped well. His mouth opened in choked gasps at first, but Gale was scribbling. He shouted again and finally laughed.

Gale, giggling and craning his neck every which way to either trap Astarion's fingers or block them out, was having too much fun to want to stop. But both hands were in his neck and he was so ticklish there dammit, so he had to sacrifice his hand on Astarion's kneecap to fight the one brushing up to his ear.

Astarion took his chance to grab Gale's hand and lift the arm with vampire strength. He focused on holding the arm up and poking at the exposed armpit, and moved his leg more freely now to roll Gale onto his side so it faced up and was easier to tickle.

"Yohou'll pahahay for thahat, brahat!"

A new peal of Gale's maniacal giggles came, and he arched his back and tried to move his other arm that was now trapped under Astarion's leg. The other leg was against his back keeping him trapped. He was fully helpless. "Shit shit HAHAHA SHIHIT! HAHA! HEEEEEE!" He kicked his leg with a squeal when Astarion pinched and poked down to the spot between his ribs and armpit.

"I told you, my sweet sensitive thing. You'll be screaming and begging for mercy before I'm done with you tonight," Astarion snickered and moved his hand all over, poking and swiping and pinching and squeezing in any spot he could reach. Gale's neck, his ear, his armpit, ribs, even his back wasn't safe from the tickle onslaught.

It was going to be a long night, and Gale got exactly what he asked for. Astarion was more than happy to deliver.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion x gale #gale finally gets his ticklish belly rubs #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tickling #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate tickling #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate gale #gale belly rubs #ticklish!gale #ticklish!astarion #bloodweave

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sayitdido · 10 months

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remunerate ● choi yeonjun

warnings: collage au, handjob and blowjob, praise, slight degradation, slight angst, possesiveness lmk if there is anything else

you felt like there was no way out. even though it was a simple project, you didn't seem to get it short out. it seemed like the only way to get through with this damn project was to ask yeonjun's help.

it would be a lot easier to ask for a favour from him if you weren't head over heels in love with him. he was always on top of everything, this included extremely difficult collage classes.

"you are always on top of everything so my only way to submit the project before deadline is your help. please help me yeonjun." you practically begged on your knees. he must pity you like this, right? unfortunately you had no idea what was crossing his mind. "Y/N, did you really have to wait for the one minute before midnight? it is due tomorrow. it would take our whole day." he simply rejected. yet what he difn't know is that you were determined. you could lose your scholarship after all. "please yeonjun, i really need your help. you are my only hope." you continued to beg.

"is that so?" you nodded as an answer. he smirked before thrust out his hand for you to help you get up. thinking you finally persuaded him, you held his hand.

"okay, i agree only with one condition." your face lighted up for a moment before realization hit. everything had a price. it should be no surprise to you yet you, for a moment, thought that somebody would help out. naivety. that was what it was. even more naive than expected clueless to what his condition was.

that's how you got here. right this moment on your knees after finishing your stupid assignment. god how pitiful you must look.

"yeonjun, i got to confess something." he caresses your cheeks and lifts your hair up to look at him. "yes, i am listening." you are not sure if this is the right time to confess but with the courage this moment gives, you decide to confess your feelings. but even though you basically agreed to use your body for his pleasure in exchange of some last minute papers to be written, you still had pride and didn't want to be only one time use whore for him.

"i love you. that's why i agreed to do this. i wouldn't be on my knees for anyone else. i am not a whore." shocked by your confession, he stops caressing your face. feeling of rejection filling your mind, pulsating like no ever.

he doesn't say anything. removing his pants without blessing you with a response. selfish him. he is selfish but you love him.

so you hug his hard cock with your hands first. back and forth movements against his cock. your pace fastens. his moaning starts.

"that's it, that's a good fucking girl. making me so happy. what a good little helper you are." smiling and whimpering to his praise, it is like you forgot you just confessed to him and he said nothing. your grip tightens around him.

thinking this will probably be the last time, too as much as it is the first time, you study his reactions. how sensitive he is. how whiny he is. how beautiful he is. angelic sounds he makes. facial expressions of his blessing your soul how you might not see those again.

you decide to take him in your mouth crisscrossing your handjob agreement. you want to taste him. you are sure he doesn't mind. so when you get a yes please from him you immediately find yourself toying with his dick with your tongue. teasing him a little.

"don't tease. be my good girl. be my only good girl." his possesive language making the butterflies dance in your stomach. his taste blowing your mind. you start to take him in your mouth. sucking and licking his member while trying to breathe and not choke. his moaning get louder. begging for you to continue. "you are doing so good, such a- a good girl. mine, all mine."

you are not sure if these words are his way of returning your feelings but you are also busy with trying to make most of this moment.

your hand holding the length you cannot fit, his thrusts to your mouth, you doing your best in sucking him, he feels like he is heaven. "the very fucking best fuck i have had. why not earlier, hm? you shy little thing. too shy to confess." you only bring your gaze upon him as an answer since your tries to hum fails. he smirks and confesses "i would have done it for free but thought it is the only way to be with you. but now i see i have an eager girl willing to be my only girl. i will reward her by using her." you struggle to moan as your mouth is full.

"i am close, keep going! just like that, good girl~" he says and you contunie what you have been doing but harder. bringing him closer to edge but suddenly he pulls out just as he was about to cum and starts strocking himself "open your mouth, you want a taste, you will get that taste. but shallow it for me. okay?"

a/n: it has barely has any editing due to my appointment with dentist today. i was suffering so sorry for that. some sentences i worked hard to find the perfect version but not every sentence. like i said due to toothache. so sorry. i planed to release it today so that's what i did.

#txt smut #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #yeonjun #txt fic #txt imagines #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #txt #tubatu

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Do we know what happens to the pearl at the end of Mockingjay ? I know she doesn't really need it now that they grow back together and Peeta is actually here in 12 but I feel like this is something she would keep, right ?

Hi nonny!

We don't know for sure what happens to the pearl. As far as I can remember, the last time it's mentioned is when Katniss puts the key to Peeta's handcuffs in her pocket, where it clinks against the pearl.

So knowing that Katniss sustains burns on her body from the bombs, it's likely either it perished or got lost in the fire (which for fanfiction, I am more than happy to ignore).

I know this isn't a prompt, but this question gave me an idea, so do you mind if I share?

I can feel Peeta's fury burn into me as my prep team comes to adjust my make-up. It's different than early in his hijacking. He's not attacking me or set off by the sight of my face. He loathes what I just did, the monstrosity I released in the world.

Peeta is escorted out the door by Peacekeepers in their white uniforms and the absence of his gaze removes some of the numbness I feel. The only thing that has the power to hurt me now is what I lost with him. What we might have had, if not for Snow.

Will he understand? I wonder. He's already thought the worst of me and it will be easier for him if he continues to hate me. Still, as the final bit of powder is brushed on my face, I grab Venia by the wrist. Venia, who has been the strongest.

"Venia," I say. "When you see Peeta again, will you please give him this from me?"

The pearl I'd been rolling in my fingers for months now finds their way into Venia's hand, her fingernails unpainted but shaped and buffed.

"You can give it to him yourself," Venia says.

"I think you'll see him sooner than I will," I say.

And although strong and capable, Venia is still a little too airheaded to understand what this means. But I'd always intended to return the pearl to Peeta after my death. I may never undo the hate Snow put into him, but I can still give him one last gift. To let him know what he meant to me.

ii.

I've never been to the visiting room before. Haymitch is caught up in legal battle after legal battle for both Katniss and myself, and there's no one left in the Capitol who would bother coming to see me. Not hijacked Peeta, unstable and dangerous.

In a plush velvet armchair, a spindly woman with gold tattoos over her eyebrows and hair that has been chopped to her chin with aqua ends sits perched on the edge like a bird. It takes me a minute to place who she is. Someone from Katniss's prep team, though I'm not sure what her name is.

The woman stands up as I come in, nervously looking at the nurse who closes the door.

"It's all right," I say. "There are cameras here. It isn't as private as they like to pretend it to be."

But what really is private here in the Capitol anyway?

"I'm not sure if you remember me," the woman says. "I'm Venia, I'm--"

"Part of Katniss's prep team," I say.

She gives a shaky smile. "That's right. I would have come sooner, but I'd hoped circumstances would change."

"Thank you for coming," I say.

"I have something for you," she says and draws from around her side a purse so small, I think only a rock could fit inside.

"I don't need anything," I try to refuse.

"I promised Katniss I would get it to you," Venia says. "I promised her before...it all happened."

Venia sticks her forefinger and thumb into the small opening of her purse and draws out an iridescent pearl the size of a pea. Sometimes, something I come across is familiar to me, even if I don't remember it. This pearl strikes me with this same familiarity, and I know if Katniss wanted me to have it, then it must have been important.

Venia walks over to me and drops the pearl in the palm of my hand.

"I'd hoped I could give it back to her," Venia says. "But I'm not sure if that will be possible now."

"Thank you," I say, closing my fist around the pearl.

Venia's crying silent tears now. "I hope you two get to see each other again."

After she leaves, the nurses inspect the pearl as to whether or not I'll get to keep it in my room. It's determined that, even if I swallowed it, it's small enough not to choke me, and poses no other danger.

In my room at night, I roll the pearl between my fingers, brush my lips against it. Think of the girl who in what she thought would be her last moments, found someone to deliver this pearl to me. The girl still on trial, who I might never see alive.

One night, the memory comes back. If you put enough pressure on coals, it turns into pearls!

I laugh out loud, the first laugh I've had in a long while. And it unlocks a derangement in me and I laugh until my stomach aches and tears drip down my cheeks.

My pearl, my girl, I think as the laughter subsides. I'm going to give it back to her someday.

iii.

A soft knock sounds at my door, followed by Peeta's gentle voice calling my name. I don't answer. I don't move. Whatever improvement I've been through these past six weeks are gone now.

Peeta opens the door a crack, peering in and making eye contact where I lay on the bed. He pushes the door open more and then treads with his heavy step across the carpet and sits down on the floor by my pillow.

"Bad day?" he asks.

I nod. It's my birthday. My first birthday without her. I had only cared about a birthday as much as it brought me to the end of being of reaping age. Now it doesn't matter. She won't be getting any older. When her birthday comes in a couple of weeks, she'll stay thirteen.

"I have a present for you," Peeta says. "I haven't been sure when to give this to you, so I thought now would be as good of a time as any."

He's piqued my curiosity enough that I sit up in bed and scoot over to make room for him. He settles so the sides of our bodies touch, a perfect line from leg to hip to shoulder.

"I don't see anything," I say. His hands are empty, and I start to doubt him.

Then his hand goes into his left breast pocket and he withdraws from it our pearl. Our fingers brush as I pick it up and hold it out. In the room with my shades drawn, its shine is dulled and its color dark. But I know once I go out, its brilliance will be captured once more, the pink and cloudy blue shifting as I roll it between my fingers.

"I gave that pearl to you in the Quell," Peeta says. "Real or not real?"

"Real."

"Coal can turn into pearls, real or not real?" But by his smile, I know this one is a joke.

"Real," I say, teasing him back. "I think that one is definitely real."

#anon ask #everlark #everlark fanfiction #hopefully you're okay with me giving my answer this way nonny

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