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hii can you please make a enemies to lovers jaemin fluff?i would really appreciate it 😔

ego ( na jaemin )

jaemin x male!reader

after jaemin gets hurt in a fight, someone unexpected takes care of him

content : 1.7k words, angstish to fluff, university!au, mentions of fighting and blood, egotistical jaem

( a/n ) just finished this so sorry if it's rough !!

y/n sighed. he looked around impatiently after knocking on the door of his friend's dorm room. donghyuck had called him earlier in a panic, concerned about his roommate who came home after apparently getting into a fight off campus. y/n wasn't surprised when he first heard this. donghyuck's roommate, jaemin, was not exactly a nice person. at least not in y/n's opinion.

donghyuck opened the door in a hurry before pulling his friend inside.

"oh my god, thank you for coming so late at night."

"i still don't see why you can't just take care of him," y/n complained.

"i don't like blood. or violence." donghyuck handed him a first aid kit and pushed him toward jaemin's room.

"i better be getting paid for this," y/n muttered. he carefully made his way into the bedroom to see jaemin holding an ice pack against his head. y/n sighed again. jaemin didn't look nearly as bad as donghyuck described on the phone. just some bruises and a couple cuts on his face.

"what are you doing here?" jaemin questioned as he lowered the ice pack. he sounded more rude than he intended, which made some guilt flood his chest, especially when y/n didn't answer. but, of course, he definitely wouldn't let y/n know that.

jaemin watched y/n sit down on his bed and open the first aid kit, setting out some of the supplies before looking up at him. jaemin felt himself instantly tense up when y/n examined his face. his injuries were nowhere near serious, but it'd be safest to go ahead and clean him up so he could heal well.

"you didn't have to come," jaemin said. he tried to sit up a bit, but ended up sinking back into his pillows because of the bruises he'd earned.

"well i did." y/n's voice was sharp, short from irritation.

"but you hate me."

"correct."

"but you're helping me anyway?"

"correct again. good to know you haven't lost any braincells up there."

jaemin rolled his eyes and turned his head to look out of the window, annoyed. he winced after trying to take a large inhale.

"where does it hurt?" y/n asked.

"i'll be fine, you can go."

"jaemin."

jaemin's eyes flickered over to y/n, whose face was blank as he waited for jaemin's answer. he didn't know how y/n managed to scare him, but he did nonetheless.

"..my side," he finally responded. y/n watched as the male's hand went to clutch around his ribs.

"i'm gonna lift your shirt a little, okay?"

jaemin nodded. "i knew you always wanted to see me shirtless."

y/n stopped, giving him another blank stare in disapproval. jaemin gulped.

y/n resumed lifting his shirt to begin inspecting around his torso. he could see a large bruise purpling around the bottom of his ribcage. other than this, his skin was flawless. soft and tanned beautifully. y/n quickly avoided staring any further at his skin and abs.

"how'd you even do this?" y/n's fingers drifted cautiously over the growing bruise. jaemin shivered at the chill from his touch, although he almost thought he might've liked it.

"fighting."

"like, fist fighting? ..why?"

"hyuck's ex has been bothering him."

y/n looked up to meet jaemin's eyes. "so you fought him?"

"fucker was coming around here too much. it was annoying for both me and hyuck. i didn't plan on fighting him, i just wanted to tell him to stop. the fight just happened."

y/n stayed quiet. that was somewhat acceptable, he supposed.

"i still won though," jaemin added quickly as if anyone was keeping score.

"well, he also landed some points on you didn't he?" y/n countered, gesturing to the cut on his eyebrow and his slightly busted lip. jaemin didn't reply this time. y/n smiled to himself. he liked when jaemin's ego took a hit.

y/n lowered his shirt back down gently. "your side should be fine. it'll probably keep bruising a little and the color might change. just don't do anything too strenuous and it'll heal."

"what about working out??"

y/n returned his attention back to the first aid kit, preparing to clean up the cuts on jaemin's face. "your call, i guess," he answered.

jaemin groaned. he hoped his trips to the gym could continue as usual, but he wasn't so sure with how little he could move.

"now let me look at these," y/n's voice sounded through jaemin's thoughts. he leaned closer to the male's face and took his chin gently. tilting his head to see better in the light, y/n looked over the slit in his eyebrow.

jaemin swallowed hard. his eyes skimmed over y/n's face. they'd never been this close before. his heart was racing and he couldn't seem to look anywhere else. he was beginning to realize just how attracted to y/n he was. y/n, who had always just been donghyuck's quiet and slightly rude best friend, but now all jaemin really wanted to do was kiss him.

"don't get in another fight. i don't wanna have to patch you up again," y/n said suddenly. jaemin hadn't even noticed that he was already cleaning the small wound on his eyebrow.

"maybe i should get in a fight every week just to see you."

y/n froze. he couldn't have heard that correctly.

"are you flirting with me?"

"maybe," jaemin replied quickly. y/n scowled at his confidence.

"well you can forget it. i'm not flirting back."

"why?"

"cause you're-.." y/n froze again for a moment, resulting in jaemin's unscathed eyebrow twitching upwards in intrigue.

"i'm..?" he urged.

y/n found himself looking directly at jaemin now. his view drifted over the male's lips for just a second before shaking his head and returning to his cut brow.

"a jerk," y/n finally finished.

it was quiet after this. y/n continued cleaning jaemin up. he was slow and careful, insistent on making sure nothing would get infected. he secured a tiny strip bandage over the first cut before pulling away. jaemin's lip still needed seeing to, though.

"so you're telling me you're not even a little attracted to me?" jaemin broke the silence between them.

y/n stifled a chuckle, "why would i be?"

"cause i'm hot. obviously."

y/n couldn't seem to think of a good response to this. he just kept to himself and began wiping some of the blood from jaemin's lip.

"you aren't denying it," jaemin persisted. y/n sighed for the nth time. his grip on jaemin's chin tightened.

"stop talking. i can't take care of your lips when you're moving this much."

"i can move my lips somewhere else if you want."

y/n instantly stood up to leave at this response. a large huff of air left his chest before jaemin rushed to grab his hand.

"no! i'm sorry, please stay. i'm sorry," jaemin pleaded.

y/n turned to look at him. he felt pretty unconvinced, but the sudden seriousness written on jaemin's face made him sit back down. he picked up where he left off, cleaning the other's bloody lip. jaemin's hand hadn't left y/n's, which the latter only noticed after a minute or so. but he decided not to say anything about it.

time felt slow now. y/n finished with the second cut and set everything back into the first aid kit. jaemin hadn't said another word. his demeanor was almost completely different. y/n was surprised and even a little worried.

he finally sat back with a fulfilled exhale. jaemin looked at him, eyes wide with admiration. with thanks, even. y/n wondered where this jaemin came from. his line of sight drifted over to see jaemin's hand that was still clutching his bruised torso, making his brows furrow from worry.

"you can move right?" he asked.

"huh?"

"your side. you can still move right?"

"oh! yes, don't worry. it hurts but i can move," jaemin answered happily.

"hm, okay.." y/n still felt unconvinced. more so because of his sudden change in attitude rather than his injuries. "i can come back tomorrow to check on you again if you want."

jaemin quickly nodded at the idea, smiling largely. the stretch of his mouth made a little more blood seep from his bottom lip, resulting in y/n quickly grabbing a rag to stop the bleeding again.

"thank you," jaemin said softly.

y/n's heart skipped. he wasn't sure why. out of all his time knowing na jaemin, he'd never gotten a sincere word from him.

"you're welcome. don't be so stupid from now on."

jaemin nodded. "i promise."

as the silence fell on them again, their eyes locked before eventually moving to each other's lips. it was clear to both of them where this was going, and y/n was in disbelief at himself. was he really leaning in to kiss someone he'd always hated?

jaemin's hand left it's clutch on his side to instead cup y/n's face, their lips finally meeting.

after pulling away, jaemin squeezed the other's hand as if reassuring himself that everything was real. he wanted nothing more than to keep kissing him and hold him for the rest of the night, but he knew that'd be a little too hard on his injuries at the moment.

"is there a chance we could do this again tomorrow?" jaemin asked. the tone of his voice had changed to a cute, happy one.

y/n rolled his eyes, but jaemin could see the smile he was harboring before he got up from the bed again.

"you should get some sleep. i'll, um.. i'll call you in the morning and i'll try to come over after classes."

jaemin's face brightened at those words. "really??"

y/n nodded, still trying to hide his own happiness. "sleep well, jaemin."

"goodnight, y/n!"

jaemin watched him slip out and close the door gently, already missing him.

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emepe · 14 days

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— Pairing: Eren x Reader, friends to lovers

— General info: series, 18+, modern AU, serial killer AU, smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

— Summary: Fate is a tricky thing. Certain situations can’t be avoided as much as certain people’s lives can’t be kept from intertwining. With a serial killer on the loose, and unexpected relationships blooming, how will the universe intervene?

— Chapter summary: The killer has the police fooled. Meanwhile, you and Eren enjoy more of each other’s company.

— Content warnings: slightly nsfw, dry humping, make out, mention of stalking, murder, mention of torture, mention of rape.

— Notes: Welcome to chapter 7 <3 If anyone else would like to be added to the tag list, lmk. Happy reading!

Links: Read on AO3 | Chapter guide | Masterlist

lost signs

“Detective.”

A meek voice pulls Levi's attention from the paperwork scattered across his desk, as a fresh manila folder is promptly set down before him.

“The notes on the autopsy.”

Every other task is instantly abandoned as the raven-haired man grabs the folder and goes through the pages of the autopsy report, along with the notes provided by his subordinate.

Less than an hour later, Levi's knocking on the door of his captain's office, staying true to his habit of walking in before being invited.

“What do you have there?”

Erwin Smith barely spares a proper look at Levi as he continues scrolling through a file on his computer.

“Carly Stratmann's autopsy notes.”

Erwin simply nods, not showing much interest in the topic but not yet doing anything to shoo the stoic detective from his office.

“You're the lead detective on this case. Don't tell me you need me to hold your hand for this.”

Levi clicks his tongue at the remark, but straightens his posture to keep up his stern appearance.

“I think we need to raise a few alarms.”

Erwin shoots a menacing look in his direction, but purses his lips before he can spout another sharp remark.

Levi Ackerman hasn't been working the homicide department for long — just barely a couple of years after transferring from property crime, and just as many major cases under his belt.

His sudden need to raise alarms doesn't come as a surprise to Erwin. The man's got good instincts, albeit he's a bit too quick to act on them for Erwin's liking at times. And that's when he intervenes to rein him in.

On a day when he's so burnt out from work, the task is even more annoying to take on than usual.

“Is it the same M.O. as the Langnar case?”

“Not exactly, but—”

“I'll stop you right there, then,” Erwin firmly says, holding a hand up to make his point, hoping he can cut today's coolly disguised frenzy short.

Though calm and collected — practically icy — on the outside, detective Ackerman has been letting his personal convictions sway his thinking since the Langnar murder.

Erwin doesn't care to know much about his subordinates — it's just a job — but he knows Ackerman has a beloved niece of similar age to the recent murder victims living in the city, and it doesn't take much to deduce that's where his hidden worries stem from.

“There aren't many coincidences, it's true,” Levi states, resisting the urge to harshly spit the words at his superior. After all, a man who wants to be heard, has no need to raise his voice. “But even if these are isolated cases, it wouldn't hurt to… I don't know, set up a curfew… send out more units to patrol at night. Erwin, two women were murdered without a trace of DNA from the culprit.”

He sighs, then mutters the next few words under his breath.

“That's not a fucking coincidence.”

Erwin leans forward into his desk.

“Alright, Ackerman, I'll humor you for a minute.”

His hands clasp together, his chin resting on top as he formulates a question.

“Aside from the lack of DNA and the fact that they're women, is there anything in the autopsy reports that's enough to suspect we've got a serial killer in our hands?”

Levi tenses his jaw, tongue rolling against his cheek before sourly replying.

“No.”

Erwin's eyebrows rise as a sign of finality. But Levi stands his ground, taking his gesture as defiance.

“I get your point. Stratmann could have nothing to do with Langnar. Maybe it was someone they knew or maybe it's not. If that's the case, are two criminals better than one? Is that what we're hoping for?”

Erwin's stern gaze falters for a split second, but he recovers just as quickly.

“How do we discard a serial killer in the making? What if this person hasn't fixed themselves on their M.O.? We can get them early in their career if we make a move right n–”

“We can't make moves based on gut feelings.”

Erwin's statement makes Levi shrink back for the first time since walking into the office.

“Langnar was tortured. Her injuries were consistent with weeks of trauma. Choked, handcuffed, cut, beaten, sliced at the mouth post-mortem, and dismembered. A very tedious and meticulous process, wouldn't you say? She had to have spent weeks in captivity and that points to either a person who was close enough to lure her into their trap or a stalker who observed her before kidnapping her.” He gestures for Levi to hand him the file in his hands, snatching the folder and ripping it open once he's close enough. “Stratmann was sliced at the neck, choked beforehand, raped post-mortem. It's sloppy and clear to have been done on a whim.”

“She was left in a dumpster, too,” Levi reminds him. “Just like Langnar.”

Erwin presses his lips into a thin line, his thick eyebrows weighed down with severity.

“That's not enough to go off of. We can't cry ‘serial killer’ over one measly coincidence.”

Levi can feel himself wavering at Erwin's arguments.

“Can we at least impose a curfew?” he asks.

Erwin heavily sighs, enough for the movement to be caught on his now slumping shoulders.

“As I said, bring me solid proof of a connection and we'll talk.”

“Okay. Spill,” Mikasa orders as soon as she scurries out of the bathroom and plops down criss-crossed on the sofa.

It's Saturday night and you and Sasha are staying over at Mikasa's place for a girl's night.

The living room floor is littered with blankets, cushions and pillows, and the television is playing a random horror movie that has gone ignored since Sasha wondered out loud how Eren was doing a few minutes ago. She seemingly asked nobody in particular, but it was clear you were meant to respond with both girl's eyes set on you the moment the green-eyed man's name came up.

You figured the sleepover was a cover for an ambush. The girls formed a separate group chat for just the three of you, coincidentally the day after your first date with Eren and have been asking to get together for the past week.

You tug nervously at the sleeve of your pajama top, shying away from the expectant gaze that seeps through Mikasa's face mask.

You shrug.

“What do you wanna know?”

“Who made the first move?” Sasha asks, scooting closer to you as if that means she'll get more details.

You ponder for a moment. It's hard to tell. Eren was first to ask you out two months ago, but you were the first to kiss him last Saturday. In a way, you both had a chance to steer the wheel.

When you explain this to the girls, they swoon, falling into a fit of excited giggles.

“I never pegged you for the bold type,” Mikasa grins, lightly smacking your shoulder. “I bet Eren loved that.”

Sasha nods in agreement, giddy.

“I can't believe you didn't tell us right away,” Mikasa pouts.

“I don't think you would've remembered, Mika,” you say. “You had three Long Islands that night.”

“Still, it would've been nice to know,” she sighs dramatically.

“Okay, so you got together the night of the Halloween party,” Sasha reviews. “But what about the day we went to Sunrise? I totally thought you guys had a thing going on back then. I mean, Eren never left your side, even before you got hurt.”

The apple-picking trip seems like so long ago, but the memory remains fresh in your mind. You smile at the mental image of Eren's serious expression as he claimed to never have been so curious to know anyone before you.

“Oh my gosh,” Mikasa squeals, aggressively smacking Sasha’s back as she's reminded of something. “She was feeding him peanuts on the way there. They were so shy, it was adorable.”

Instinctively, your hands come up to cover your face in embarrassment. It didn't even register until now that the people in the backseat witnessed the awkward exchange.

Now that you've tasted the lips that brushed against your fingertips that day, the reminder seems even more embarrassing.

You smack your cheeks lightly in an attempt to ground yourself. The girls watch you amusedly, exchanging knowing glances in between.

“Have you guys… you know.” Mikasa raises her eyebrows suggestively.

Warmth floods your cheeks again.

“Not yet,” you murmur. “We're taking things slow.”

She looks surprised, but nods in support.

“Of course,” she says. “Slow is good.”

“Says the girl who pounced on Jean after one of his gigs because she was jealous.”

“Hey!” Mikasa whines, growing shy at the accusation. “I had to get a message across. He was being petty.”

Sasha throws her head back in laughter.

“No, he was just stupid. He had no idea you liked him back until that night.”

Your gaze flickers between the two girls as you piece their conversation together.

A blushing Mikasa picks up a cushion and chucks it at Sasha’s face who easily avoids the blow and laughs at the raven-haired girl's pout.

“Whatever,” Mikasa groans. She turns to look at you, features instantly shifting into a more cheerful expression.

“So how do you feel?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“About Eren.”

“It's only been a week,” you explain.

“So?” she shrugs. “You guys have been spending a lot of time together, haven't you? Armin told me Eren's been driving you to work everyday. That means you've had a lot of one-on-one time.”

Shyly, you lower your head, focusing your gaze on the black and white pattern of the comforter laid beneath you. Your fingers mindlessly trace over the texture of the fabric.

“I guess so.”

Both girls smile.

“So what's the verdict?” Sasha asks.

“I… I really like him,” you sigh, lips tugged into a smile. “Like… really really like him.”

Another round of excited squeals and giggles echoes through the room.

Their thrill only encourages you further, pushing you into a tangent of how thoughtful Eren is and how he always manages to hold you with so much care, bringing you peace each time he's close.

“He makes me feel safe. Is that weird to say?”

Mikasa shakes her head as she peels off the mask from her face, wrinkling the sheet into a ball and chucking it across the room to the trash can in one corner. She misses by an inch.

“Not at all. I don't mean to sound old-fashioned but you have to be with someone who makes you feel cared for.”

Sasha hums in agreement as she shoves a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She holds a finger up, asking you to wait for her to gulp down the snack.

“And someone who makes you laugh, also very important.”

You nod along with Mikasa.

“Oh, and… well, when you get to it… someone you're sexually compatible with,” she adds. “People like to pretend it's not a big deal but it really is. Sex is okay but great sex with someone who knows how to touch you is where you find out if you're in sync. There needs to be communication and understanding and care. It's so fucking important.”

Mikasa looks down at her friend as she pats her head affectionately.

“You're so wise for someone who doesn't have a boyfriend.”

Sasha quirks an eyebrow.

“Hey, just because I'm not blurting it out to everybody doesn't mean I don't have anything going on.”

Mikasa hums contemplatively.

“Do tell.”

The conversation takes a turn to Sasha’s latest sexcapades, and you take turns with Mikasa to look surprised at the stories she shares.

By the end of the night, when you're all teetering the edge of sleep with a third movie serving as background noise, your mind drifts back to the emerald-eyed boy who makes you laugh so easily, draws every emotion from you, and cares for you like it's what he was put on this earth for.

Water pools at your feet out of thin air. You’re stuck in a dark void with no end, yet the water your eyes frantically search the source of keeps rising at a startling speed, soaking little by little into your clothes until it weighs you down.

Running seems futile. The void has no end and the water keeps steadily climbing up your body, so who knows how long you’ll have until you’re fully submerged — with no exit in view. Even if you could run, the weight of your drenched clothes would only pull you back. But you can’t even move anyway, you realize. You’re stuck in place, feet unable — or unwilling — to even take a couple of waddling steps.

The water is up to your hips now. With trembling hands, you reach down and scoop at the liquid. It’s thick and with a smell so rancid it stretches through the infinite length of the emptiness you stand in. The water’s filthy.

Your hands drop at your sides in an unsettling daze. The next second, your breath grows shallow and you start pulling at your feet as the water reaches your neck. Tears prick at your eyes as you cry at your feet, begging for them to move, to lift from the ground so you could at least make some weak attempt at reaching the surface for air.

Suddenly, a light. Pure white shines brightly from far ahead, where a golden silhouette stands at the threshold between darkness and light — the void’s borders. The other person bangs their fists at the invisible wall keeping you apart, yelling something you can’t make out. Are they yelling at you? No, they don’t even seem to notice your presence. So who are they yelling at? Up at the sky… They’re yelling something up at the sky. But what are they saying? Who does the golden silhouette even belong to?

Your left foot unsticks from the ground unprompted. A sharp breath is all you take before you make your first step toward the light, hand midair to call for the figure’s attention. Just then, an unknown body pulls you into them from behind, crashing your body down into the murky water, where your lungs fill with filth and your eyes flutter shut.

You wake with a small gasp coming through your lips. Still stiffened by the strange dream, your eyes are all that wander the unfamiliar room. The television is set to a screensaver, likely triggered by an extended lack of attention to whatever on-demand production was playing before you fell asleep. There’s a clutter of takeout containers on the coffee table and used glasses with remnants of soda that can safely be assumed to be flat by now.

Slowly, you stir on the velvet green sofa you’re lying on, when you take note of the firm hold around your waist, followed by the soft exhales released onto the crown of your head. You look down at the familiar watch wrapped around the wrist of the hand that holds you in place.

Oh, you think. That’s right. I’m at Eren’s place.

He’s been having trouble catching up on work, meaning he’s had to stay up late for the past couple of nights. He’s a stickler about getting a good night’s rest, so the temporary change in work shifts has thrown him off quite a bit. You told him to stay home and rest — that you could go to the movies another time; next Sunday was fine with you — but he insisted on seeing you, even if it meant a more casual hangout in his living room with Chinese food and a comedy-drama film from the 2000s playing on the TV.

At some point in the evening, the late hours caught up to him all at once and he even managed to get you to stay with him, wrapped in his arms as his sleepiness found its way to your body as well.

Craning your neck, you peer at Eren’s sleepy face from the corner of your eye. You smile. He’s got an innocent look about him even in his sleep. His lips are parted just enough to take and release soft breaths. You sink back into the couch, wiggling around to find the comfortable position you were previously in.

Eren feels you moving and his arm instantly pulls you closer to his body. His warmth transfers through every layer of clothing, enveloping you in a warm embrace. In his sleep, he mumbles a string of words you can’t quite comprehend under his breath, but the vibrations against your back coax you back into a peaceful slumber.

The next time you wake up, it's already getting dark out. The coffee table has been cleared of its mess, and the body lying behind you is no more. Forced by the absence of his arms around you, you trudge out of the living room to look for him as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

He's in the kitchen, back to you, filling a glass with cold water from the fridge.

Leaning against the threshold, you watch him adoringly, marveling at his toned figure from behind. He chugs his first glass of water down, refilling it as soon as he finishes. As he brings the glass to his lips once more, he turns around, eyebrows rising slightly when he takes in your presence.

“Boo,” you smile, standing straight and making your way over to him.

He abandons the glass of water as soon as you meet him, opting to use his hands to push you closer to him by the small of your back as yours rest on his shoulders.

“Did I wake you?” he asks.

You shake your head.

“Just felt lonely, all of a sudden.”

An amused air blows through his nose.

Your hands find a way to his hair, fingers carding through the strands as he keeps his gaze fixed on your face.

His hair has gotten longer, and the strands around his face now cover his forehead, tickling the skin. It’s not messy, by any means, but it gives him an edgier look. The duality of Eren Jaeger’s appearance is a wonder to you. He’s got a way of tipping the scales between cute and sexy with every little thing he does.

You smile at the few rebellious locks that poke out, still fixed in the angle provided by his nap.

“What?” he asks, mirroring your smile.

“Your hair’s getting long,” you murmur.

“I’ll get a haircut soon, don’t worry,” he replies, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, amused by the way you follow after him once he starts retreating from the contact. He kisses you once more to keep you from pouting.

“I didn’t say anything,” you chuckle. “If you want to grow out your hair, that’s fine. You don’t have to keep it short. I was just pointing it out.”

He shakes his head, humming in denial.

“Nah. This part’s starting to bug me. I just haven’t had time to get it cut,” he explains, brushing back the hair covering his forehead. He proceeds to squeeze your waist on either side. “But what do you prefer?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter with a shrug.

“Gun to your head, which looks better?” he smiles.

His extremist question earns him an eye roll but you answer him nonetheless after a beat.

“I like your short hair,” you finalize earnestly.

He grins, cupping your face with one hand as he places a kiss on your cheek — then on your jaw, and one in the crook of your neck.

“Yeah?” he murmurs against the sensitive skin.

You nod, a small smile dancing across your lips at his tender affections.

“You look very handsome with a clean undercut. The day I met you I actually thought you were really good-looking.”

He pulls away from his task on your neck to stare at you in disbelief.

“And yet you refused to go out with me. I can’t believe you.”

He shakes his head, clicking his tongue in mock disappointment.

You laugh. The sound swells him with pride — it lights up the room.

“Looks aren't everything, dummy. You're so shallow.”

It's your turn to feign disappointment while he stands there, amused.

“Right, right,” he nods. “I forgot you fell for me because I'm a strong and dependable man.”

He flexes his muscles, making a whole show out of his pointed remark.

You roll your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your face is hard to deny.

“Isn't that right?” he teases.

You don't humor him with an answer — there's no real need for it.

With his hands settled comfortably on your hips, he guides you backward, until your back is pressed against the counter, before he hoists you up and sets you onto it with ease. You welcome him between your thighs with a smile, breath hitching when he caresses your knee over your jeans and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“My baby,” he coos, pressing an open-mouthed kiss onto your skin.

You giggle at the teasing meaning behind the affectionate name, heart fluttering at the feeling of him smiling against your skin.

The both of you keep your positions for a while — him breathing in your perfume while you stroke his soft hair tenderly.

Being with Eren feels so easy. It's a wonder how comfortable you feel with barely a week tallied for your relationship. Each morning and evening when he drives you to and from work have definitely helped.

After your sobbing confession outside of your apartment, you apologized for making Eren feel as though he was troubling you by being so attentive.

All the accumulated trauma in your heart had ironically made you the perpetrator of making him believe there was no real place for him in your life even after you accepted his liking for you. He didn't ask any followup questions that night, but he understood and vowed to be patient.

You're still trying to be okay with that — his unmoving loyalty. But it's easier to accept when you remind yourself he wouldn't stick around if he didn't want to.

Looking down at the boy in your arms, you smile. He can be so childish at times — teasing you, insisting you hold him, easily shaken by a few late nights. And yet there was something so comforting in his behavior. He's always so happy to see you, making sure to clock in quality time hours — not that he didn't enjoy the daily drives, but it wasn't exactly a date. Not to mention his unwavering need to make sure you're safe. At least his rare stubbornness has good reason.

Reluctantly abandoning the comfort of your neck, he lifts his face to meet your eyes. His gaze bores into yours, engulfing you in warm pools of emerald.

A lazy grin takes over his features.

“I like that,” he murmurs.

Your eyebrows twitch in confusion.

“This,” he explains, bringing a hand to your head and mimicking the strokes you've weaved into his hair. “It feels nice.”

An airy chuckle escapes your lips and you make a point to stroke his hair more.

His face hovers over yours. His hands rest on either side of you as he leans into your affections. His eyes flutter closed as he sighs at your touch.

You look up at him mesmerized by his angelic features. It's true you've always thought he's handsome, but this closeness makes you appreciate every detail of his face even more. His long lashes, the faint freckles on his nose, the thick eyebrows that are softening with each feel of your fingers combing through his hair, the perfect plump lips that whisper your name.

It makes your heart pound against your ribs loudly, the sound echoing in your ears as your hands grow sweaty.

That's when you decide to pull him in for a kiss. His eyes flutter open for a split second of surprise before they close again, at peace and happy. Your hands lose themselves in his hair as his wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter by the small of your back.

The contact is painfully slow, with measured pecks in between deeper kisses. He melts into you, lips softly grazing yours, breath fanning across your mouth as he nips at your bottom lip with his teeth to later soothe the area with his tongue. His lips slot warmly between yours, dragging out at a snail's pace before coming back.

The tip of his tongue pokes between your lips, shy but determined to be granted the access you so easily provide. A soft moan bubbles up your throat as his tongue caresses yours with vehemence. It's unusually hot, but the foreign feeling of his tongue in your mouth is greatly appreciated, marked by the way you desperately try to pull him even closer, in hopes that he can swallow you whole.

The pit of your stomach flutters and stirs with the most pleasant tingle when one of his hands travels to the back of your neck and he pushes his hips against yours. Despite the layers keeping you apart, it's easy to tell he's grown hard from the sweet exchange. He's rock solid under his pants, the delicate moans that bounce off your tongue and onto his making him bigger with every passing second.

He knows you can feel it, but you don't seem to mind, your head too dizzy with the collective sensations being fed to your body — his warm tongue, his bulge brushing your most sensitive spot over your jeans, his left hand holding you in place by the back of your neck while the other firmly squeezes your waist as he's consumed by the passionate kiss.

You cling onto him, thighs drawing closer to keep him flush against you. His hips roll against yours, brushing so deliciously against the spot that's growing wet beneath your clothing that it sends a tickle up your insides.

He sucks on your tongue, the act drawing more lustful mewls from the back of your throat.

You're feverish, your face burning when your shirt happens to rise, exposing your midriff to his calloused fingers which were so careful not to touch any new skin before the incident.

There's a string of saliva that connects your mouths when you finally break your fervent makeout. His lips are swollen and glossy with your saliva, as you're sure yours are with his.

“Eren,” you weakly whine in between breaths.

“Hm?” he hums, as he parts from your mouth to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck.

You shudder when he swirls his tongue against your sweet spot before gently kissing it.

You whine his name again, though your voice has a stronger shape to it this time.

He turns to face you, pecking your lips just once before easing his grip on your body.

“I know,” he murmurs. “Slow, I remember.”

“Yeah,” you breathe.

His nose brushes against yours as he tilts his head to press a calmer, cooler kiss onto your lips.

“I want to, by the way,” you admit bashfully, avoiding his blown pupils and opting to look at a blank point on his shirt. “Just… not yet.”

When your gaze flickers to his, he's looking down at you warmly.

“I understand,” he murmurs.

Your eyes flit toward the window, reminding you of how late it's getting.

“I should go, it's already dark out.”

Eren nods, pulling back from the counter until you both notice the tent in his pants. You tear your gaze from the area, searching for something of interest elsewhere.

He blushes, ready to express an apology for his body's reaction to your wanton moans and feverish kisses, but you hop off the counter and trail off to the living room to search for your jacket before he can, leaving him to softly laugh at your meek behavior as he makes his way to the bathroom.

When he comes looking for you in the living room a couple of minutes later, you're seated on the couch, waiting patiently for him.

You smile upon his return, no trace of embarrassment left on your features.

“Do you really have to go?” he asks.

Your expression softens but you nod.

“We have work tomorrow. And I know how you get if you don't get your beauty sleep,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes, but wears a playful smile nonetheless.

“No. I mean,” he takes a deep breath. “You could stay the night… if you want to.”

His voice grows timid with every word as he gauges your reaction to his offer. He doesn't want to be pushy, by any means, but he hopes you'll accept.

He watches you chew on your bottom lip, unsure of what to say.

“Unless, of course, that goes against the whole taking-things-slow agreement,” he awkwardly laughs. “But I just… figured you should know… I wouldn’t object to you spending the night. No funny business. Just… to sleep.”

A breath of relief pushes past his lips when a small smile finally grows over your previously troubled features.

“Maybe not tonight,” you say. “But I’ll think about it.”

His lips curl inwards to hide his smile before he holds his hand out to you so you can head out the door together.

Eren swings your linked hands as you travel down the hall from the elevator. It's a habit he's developed over the past few days after seeing you cry for the first time.

The image lingered with bitterness in his head the entire night. It still pops up every now and then, reminding him he has to do everything in his capability to keep it from happening again.

As you walk to your door, hands comically swinging more aggressively each time with Eren's playful attitude, he marvels at your laughing face, feeling at ease with everything concerning you.

He finally eases up on his swing when you reach your door, but your fingers remain laced with his until you absolutely have to part ways.

“Sorry I was so tired today,” he says, holding your hands up to compare the difference in size. He presses his palm against yours, eyes shimmering at the sight before he grabs your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. “I'll make it up to you next time.”

“I don't mind just hanging out,” you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “It's fun.”

He smiles as he watches you fish your keys out of your jacket pocket with your free hand. The click of the lock always comes before letting go, but it's fine because he still gets to see you tomorrow morning for the drive to your office.

You turn to him, leaving the keys dangling on the lock as you drape your arms around his neck.

“By the way,” you murmur, pressing yourself further into his chest when his arms wrap around your waist. “You can spend the night at my place, too, if you want.”

His features twitch and his eyes light up with interest at the offer.

“No funny business,” you add, before pressing a kiss on his cheek. “Just to sleep.”

He laughs.

“Of course. What kind of guy do you take me for?”

You smile, affectionately brushing your nose against his with your eyes closed.

“Just thought I'd let you know.”

“I’ll think about it,” he murmurs mockingly, echoing your response from earlier.

You look up at him quizzically.

“Do I sense some competition over whose apartment we stay at first?” you accuse.

“I’ll get on my knees if you want,” he quips without missing a beat, not bothering to be cool about the topic.

You giggle.

“Perfect. I love pathetic men.”

He stifles a laugh, eyes twinkling in amusement as a reflection of yours. Then he turns on a comically serious expression.

“Baby, I’m as pathetic as they come,” he firmly states, which makes you laugh even more.

“You're such a dork,” you giggle.

He hugs you tightly, playfully rocking your connected bodies in the middle of the hallway as he peppers your face with kisses, relishing in your amused squeals.

The giddiness in your expression remains even after you're both standing still and he's no longer attacking you with kisses.

“Thank you for making time for me,” you smile. “I mean, you already do so much with driving me to work and everything. If you’re ever not in the mood, you can—”

He cuts you off with a chaste kiss to your lips.

“It’s my pleasure.”

You bite back a grin and nod.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs before letting go and beginning his journey out with backwards steps.

“Bye, Eren,” you smile.

Before he can turn on his heel, you catch up to him, instantly making him drop his confused expression for a much softer one when you press your lips against his in one last kiss goodbye. When you pull back, he's got a goofy grin on his face as he waits for you to explain yourself.

You smile shyly.

“For the road.”

November 4, 2024

I found out where my angel lives. It's not too bad a place, but I'm sure she'll like the room I'm fixing for her better. I'm working on a way to get some of her favorite things over to my place. Hopefully she won't miss them too much before I can reunite her with them.

I'm so relieved. It was worth keeping an eye on her for the last few days. The only downside to come out of this is that I have to see that jerk's stupid face everywhere. He just can't leave her alone for a damn second.

It pisses me off to see him touch her like it's nothing. That should be ME kissing her and making her laugh. Not him. He shouldn't be allowed to touch her. Still, she looks so happy each time. But I can't be mad at her. I could never be mad at my angel. She'll realize soon enough that I'm the one meant for her. I just have to suck it up in the meantime. It's bad enough that I have to keep my distance for now but do I have to see her smiling at the wrong guy, too? I can't take it.

She's gotten prettier. It seems impossible but it's true. I could look at her for days on end — and I have the past week as proof. Her smile is brighter and she's practically glowing. It only makes the wait even harder but I still have so much to get done for her arrival. I can't wait to see the look on her face when I finally bring her home with me so we can be happy together.

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fruitsoxs · 11 months

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Having Vash and Wolfwood as roommates would include;;

warnings;; i don't define a relationship, but it kinda hints at all three of you being together, lots of fluff, nothing nsfw (but I'm thinking about doing some nsfw headcanons for this in the future if anyone is interested)

How it happens/Meeting Vash

You’re basically desperate when your plans for moving in with your ex best friend fall through, leaving you basically homeless right before the semester is about to start

Looking online, in the newspaper even, you’re searching for any place that doesn’t look scummy, creepy, or charges you up the ass

Knowing full well that living without roommates in this economy is impossible, you’re hoping to find some nice people-

And boy do you luck out

Posted on some stupid roommate finder website is an add for a three bedroom apartment that’s in a sort of sketchy part of town, but offers protection for anyone willing to brave it. The guy that posted it seems nice, the ad is kinda funny, and the rent is cheap

You decide to try it out

When you first meet Vash, it’s in a little coffee shop near the uni you’re attending. It’s a safe spot to meet with a stranger, and he was cool with whatever you suggested. Green flag.

He’s pretty nice, funny, and insanely cute. He tells you that the other roommate, a man he calls “Nicholas” is at work, but from the way Vash talks about him you assume he’s a chill dude too

You can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by how attractive Vash is. He’s blonde, with a cute little mole, and his eyes are like…woah

Plus he’s got a cute little piercing !!!

No guy this good looking should be this nice

You decide pretty quickly this feels like a good match, and bam the deed is done

You move in next week, get your stuff situated and suddenly you have two new roommates

Meeting Wolfwood

It’s almost disappointing how little you see of the other roommate in the first week. Vash explains that he’s been taking on extra shifts at work but you still kinda feel like maybe the man is avoiding you?

All you know of the man is that he smokes, drinks a little, and has weird taste in movies

You see random objects strewn across the house that belong to him and you start trying to figure out his personality in your head

You decide that he’s probably some skinny stoner, and you’re pretty confident in that hypothesis until you actually see him

You bump into him in the morning right before you head off to start your first day of class

You literally bump into him-

As he’s leaving the bathroom, you’re in the hallways and a collision occurs. To make matters worse he’s shirtless

And he’s hot

He’s wearing sweatpants, his toned torso out in the open, and his hair is a bit of a mess. You can tell it’s sort of a short wolf-cut though- and it’s definitely working on him

He kinda smirks down at you and says it’s nice to finally “run” into you

And fuck- how are you supposed to survive having TWO hot roomates

General Chaos

You find out pretty quickly that these two are not the most normal people

And you freaking love it

Once Wolfwood’s insane work schedule chills out, you finally get chance to see the duo in action

They kind act like an old married couple. It’s a bit scary at first, and you fear you might be third wheeling but you soon mix into their dynamic quite nicely

Once wolfwood starts calling you some funky nickname you know you’ve wormed your way into their hearts

Your schedules all clash a bit, but you all find time to see each other throughout the day. Wolfwood has a morning class like you, and so you end up eating breakfast together most days. You start taking turns making food for each other

No matter what you both at least drink an entire pot of coffee together, and complain about life

Vash and you meet up in the afternoon, since your afternoon classes are close to each other. He’s the one who texts you the first time to ask if you want to meet up- and your heart does a little flip

It has become a habit. Whenever you two aren’t busy with other things, you’ll sit outside on a grassy area and talk for a second

All three of you hang out at night when Wolfwood isn’t working insane night shifts

Saturdays are movie nights. You HAVE to attend movie nights

It gets crazy. Especially when Wolfwood graciously shares his stuff.

The first time they see you cry- you’re pretty sure they might explode

You’re stressed from school, whatever job you might have, and probably a few family problems too. Vash walks in to your room to ask you what you want for dinner, sees the tears and whips out his phone to tell Wolfwood

He then immediately rolls you up in a blanket and makes you cuddle him on the couch to destress.

He’s insanely patient with you, rubbing your back and letting you vent

Wolfwood kicks open the door with your favorite comfort food moments later, and the three of you sit and watch a stupid movie

Wolfwood keeps his arm around you, and lets you rest your head on his chest

Vash’s hand is in yours

They’re pretty respectful of your privacy at first- but they’re both like the clingiest friends ever

Vash doesn’t mean to- and will apologize if he oversteps boundaries

Wolfwood on the other hand just doesn’t care. He’ll waltz into your room and go “Hey- stop screaming- I need you to make sure I got this math correct.”

Crazy competitive game nights, that sometimes end in you pulling Wolfwood off of Vash as Vash screams for his life to be spared (he like staking stars from Wolfwood in mario party) (It ends in bloodshed every time) (He should really stop)

Grocery shopping is just Wolfwood acting like a dad while you and Vash are off shoveling sweets into the cart (He secretly puts his favorite treats in the cart too though)

You and Vash stage an intervention for Wolfwood when he gets a little bit too into buying random jewelry covered in crosses (“we know you have religious trauma- and yes you look good in them- but come on-”). He walks into the apartment, sees the sign, and then walks out

Vash invites his brother over once and you’re pretty sure you’re about to be cut. (“No Vash- Knives is nice…he’s just scary.” “He just has a resting “I want to murder” you face!”)

Feelings bloom?

They really warm up to you. One day it becomes clear that you’re just…part of them now. Like they can’t imagine you ever leaving their side

It’s the same for you. You walk out one day, and grab your mug of coffee from Wolfwood and…you just kinda spot and think that you really like these guys. Things feel right

I think overtime things just slowly get intimate-

like you start holding Vash’s hand just casually throughout the day

And sometimes Wolfwood will come rest his head on your shoulder from behind, and you’ll reach up and run your hand through his hair

Casual soft touches just become a thing you know?

Vash lets his hand rise under your shirt a bit when you’re sitting with him on the couch

And eventually…maybe they become less casual?

Wolfwood puts his hand on your waist as he passes by behind you

The sexual tension is like palpable

I don’t really know who finally kisses who- or how things go from wholesome to spicy- but it gets there eventually

And soon you three are more than just roommates, more than friends, and even if you don’t know what it is- it’s kinda perfect

You renew the lease for the next year, and you’re pretty damn happy you were homeless for that little bit now

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kassiekole22 · 8 months

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By My Side

Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: After waking up from a terrible nightmare, you are pleased to find someone who means quite a lot to you, waiting at your bedside. Warnings: Gore, Nightmares, Angst, Fluff. Word Count: 508 A/N: I'm sorry this is so short but I hope you all enjoy it regardless! 🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kassie's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @bihansthot, @katiralovely, @queenkhepri, @blackbunnymayw, @simpforhotmaskedmen, @theleftkittycollection. (If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know in the comments! 🖤)

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I felt it all — every sting of the sword cutting into my flesh, my blood spilling from my body, my bones cracking beneath fists. The pain was excruciating and damn near unbearable. Though I knew I had to hang on, it was becoming so hard to fight back. I knew time was running out for me, and I only prayed that someone — anyone would come to save me from a deadly fate.

But unfortunately, with one final stab to the ribs, I collapsed on the cold ground. I laid there — completely helpless and weak — while my murderer stood above me, encasing me between both of his feet while holding his sword high. I knew his next move — how he planned to plunge it into my heart and end me. So I chose to close my eyes, not wanting him to be the last thing I saw.

But then...

"Princess?" I heard a familiar voice call out to me, waking me from my deep slumber. I opened my blurry eyes to meet another more concerned pair staring down at me.

As my vision came into focus, I recognized the green orbs as Syzoth's — who sat by my side on the bed. On instinct, I felt the corners of my lips slowly curl up into a smile as I gazed upon the man before me. I was so grateful to see him for some reason.

I could feel his digits — which were curled around my hand — squeeze me gently, and I instantly attempted to look down. But that's when I saw all the bandages.

And I realized that my dream was definitely not a dream.

"I saw you struggling in your sleep; were you having a nightmare?" Syzoth asked in a soothing tone that was a couple octaves lower than his usual one. My smile quickly fell into a frown as the dream replayed in my mind like a horror movie. I nodded my head slowly while closing my eyes and slowly lowering my head. A part of me wished so much that I hit my head hard enough to not remember how I got this badly injured when I fell to the ground.

Syzoth, can you hold me for awhile?" I requested reluctantly while looking anywhere but in his direction to avoid eye contact with him. I was ashamed to ask him such a childish thing, but I needed it more than ever in that moment.

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Syzoth kindly smiled and nodded his head in agreement before climbing into bed with me as carefully as ever to avoid hurting me more. Then he gently wrapped his arms around my wounded frame and rested his head atop mine.

My lips quirked up into a pleased grin as I tucked my face into the crook of his neck. I felt so safe and protected. After letting out a content sigh of relief, I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep, knowing that the memory of my near death would remain a memory just as long as he was by my side.

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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On bad days.

Summary: You struggle to pick out an outfit for your date with Jongho and he helps you get ready.

Word count: 1.2k+

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: body dysmorphia, frustration, non-sexual nakedness (or maybe a bit sexual) but not really, Jongho is the sweetest bean beware of a sugar shock (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.

Notes: for anyone who needs this rn <3 you are beautiful the way you are. requested by @euphoric-emily16

Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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“Oh come on!!” You pulled the shirt above your head and threw it onto the ground. You were frustrated. It was the fifth outfit you had picked out for the date with your boyfriend Jongho at this fancy restaurant but nothing felt right.

The pants were always too tight, showing your belly more than you wanted, the skirts were too short, revealing your thighs and legs which you were so insecure about and every top you tried on sticked to your body in an uncomfortable way.

All you wanted was to get into a hoodie and sweatpants and bury yourself in your blankets so you didn’t have to look at yourself anymore. Not only at yourself but the disappointment on Jongho’s face when he sees you far from ready, even though the reservation was in less than an hour.

You felt tears swell up in your eyes. I’m so annoying, why do I always cry about nothing? You asked yourself as you wiped the tears from your eyes. Why can’t I just wear anything? Why does it have to feel good? I’m such a bother.. if Jongho finds me like-

“Y/n? Are you alright? I heard you swearing.” Jongho’s voice was right behind your bedroom door and you heard a soft knock.

You sighed deeply. “Come in..” You said, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to avoid the confrontation.

Jongho entered the room and you could see how his eyes were scanning it. Noticing all the pieces of clothing spread on the floor and on your bed. Finally his eyes stopped at you. You were sitting at the foot of your bed, shoulders slouching down and only wearing a pair of jeans and underwear. But Jongho understood immediately.

“Can’t find something that feels good?” He asked, causing you to lose the last bit of control you had. You started sobbing. How did you deserve him? He didn’t ask ‘nothing to wear?’ or ‘can’t find something that fits?’ or was annoyed because of the state or your room. No. He immediately knew that it was the feelings that were the problem.

You were so caught up in thinking that you didn’t even realize that Jongho had come to hug you. He stood in front of you, pushing your face against his stomach as he gently caressed your back.

“Want me to help you?” His voice was soft, nearly a whisper. You nodded slowly. He giggled. “I’m going to make sure that you’re the most beautiful person in that whole building.” He said, completely serious. You couldn’t help but smile a little.

“That’s not possible.” You responded, laughing but still wiping tears off of your face. Jongho immediately put his hand under your chin to make you look up.

“In my world you will always be the most beautiful person in the room.” He whispered, gently pressing his lips onto yours. It was a short and loving kiss but you still blushed. Compliments were your guilty pleasure and no matter how often he called you beautiful, you would always blush.

“Now where do we start?” He rubbed his hands against each other as if he was making an evil plan.

“I say you go to the bathroom, wash your face and put skin care on. In that time I’ll pick an outfit and then we’ll meet again here at your make-up desk so I can do your make-up.” He elaborated, already diving into your closet.

On your way to the bathroom you let out a little giggle. He always knew exactly how to make you feel better. Even if he was annoyed or in a rush, he wouldn’t show it. He would put on a smile and motivate and help you. That’s what you loved about him. He knew that fighting and accusations wouldn’t make anything better.

When you came back into your room after preparing your face for make-up, it was a bigger mess than before. All sorts of clothing were spread across the room.

“If we wanna feel good, we start with underwear.” He revealed a fancy set that you only ever wore for special occasions as it was quite expensive. You lifted one eyebrow skeptically.

“What? You look really hot in it.” He stated dryly, handing the underwear to you and turning around. You hesitated for a second but then you started undressing to change your underwear. He was right.

“Y-you can watch, i-if you want to..” You nearly whispered as it was incredibly embarrassing to say but you loved the way he looked at your body.

“Are you sure? Because I cannot guarantee anything if I see you like that.. I'm just a man after all.” He said while already turning around. His eyes were following your every movement. Your curves, your stretch marks, your skin, everything of it was his and he loved it.

When you were done putting on your underwear, Jongho shook his head a little to get back to reality.

“Okay now to the makeup.” He gestured to the little table with your cosmics on it. You sat down at it and Jongho immediately got to work. He knew quite a lot about applying makeup, one of his many interests, so you knew you were in safe hands.

After about half an hour he was done. It was discreet. Nothing much, but it was putting the emphasis on all the right places. Your eyes were shining under the little color he gave them and your lips were looking delicious. His words not yours.

“How does it feel?” He asked, giving you a kiss on the head.

“Good.” You answered. And it was true. You felt pretty. And worthy.

“Good. I hope you like the outfit I chose.” Jongho was already rooming around the room again, picking up what he needed to place it on your bed.

He picked out black dress pants and a silky coloured blouse. The blouse perfectly matched your eyes and made them shine.

He knew what he was doing. It was simple yet special. You had tried too hard.

Even though the dress pants were high-waisted, their cut and color perfectly hid the belly you were beating yourself up about. You smiled to yourself. The blouse fit loose but very well, the lower ends disappearing in your pants, putting emphasis on your waist and curves.

“Jongho this.. this is perfect.” You said, feeling like a completely different person. You knew you looked the same. That nothing drastically changed about you in the last 40 minutes. But you felt good. Unlike before.

“Nice.” You could see that Jongho was satisfied with himself, making you chuckle.

While you were in the bathroom making your hair, Jongho went to change. And when you met him again at the door you fell in love again.

He had color-matched you with the vest on his white his shirt, which was tightly hugging his body and his pants were also a black pair of suit pants.

A big smile painted both of your faces when he pulled you closer.

“Ready to impress?” He asked against your lips.

“Yes.”

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lulu2992 · 6 months

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Another “old” drawing!

John has something very important to say, something he hasn’t told anyone in years (or maybe ever; he can’t remember). It’s a short, simple sentence, but also a surprisingly hard one to say, so before Taylor actually hears it, he wants to practice...

Full story and context under the cut :)

So, basically, at this point in Taylor’s story, life is hard.

Because of the truce that was negotiated between Eden’s Gate and the Resistance, Hope County is now living in relative peace, at least for the moment. But for the Deputy who made it possible, that peace comes at a heavy cost.

The same people who used to sing her praises and count on her to make things better now (understandably) feel betrayed, hurt, and are angry at her for sparing John, so they either awkwardly avoid her and talk behind her back, or are openly aggressive and contemptuous. Some shame her for “using her body to buy peace”, even though that’s not quite true (they aren’t there yet in their relationship, and the cult has rules anyway).

And despite the fact that, because of the circumstances, she’s now closer to Eden’s Gate than she is to the Resistance, not all cultists trust her. Of course, they listen to Joseph, who said he had faith in Taylor, but some still (also understandably) remain cautious and are worried for their Herald in the Holland Valley. Is it safe to welcome the Deputy or does that heathen have ulterior motives? What if she’s only trying to use and pervert John so she can more easily destroy him and the Project?

For peace, the Junior Deputy had to sacrifice her reputation, has lost many of her friends, and now feels judged by almost everyone in Hope County, even some of those who still tolerate her. So yeah, life is hard.

But paradoxically, the more upset people are at her for growing closer to John, the harder their hatred pushes her into his arms. Soon, the Baptist becomes one of the few people she really trusts and feels allowed to be vulnerable around.

That afternoon, after a particularly difficult moment in Fall’s End, she drove to Seed Ranch, resolutely walked through the front door without saying a word, barely acknowledging the few cultists on her way, went straight to John… and burst into tears the moment she put her arms around him. After the initial surprise, he signaled to the confused guards that everything was okay, that they could leave the room, and just hugged her back in silence.

“Everyone hates me,” she said when her sobbing quieted down and she was finally able to speak.

“No… No, not everyone,” he replied. “There are... There are people who love you. You know that, don’t you?”

She loosened her embrace to look at him.

“That’s why you came here, right?” he asked, smiling tenderly.

She smiled back, but soon she noticed he seemed… uncomfortable. Powerless, even; unsure of what to say and how to deal with the situation. Suddenly, she felt guilty... She had come here because she needed a shoulder to cry on, but she hadn’t realized her sadness would affect him too.

“Sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have come here and burdened you with that. I just- You probably have things to do, I should go...”

“No, wait!” he quickly responded, his hands tightening around her waist. “You can stay, it’s fine.”

She looked at him again, and he nodded before adding, “It’s fine. Really.”

She knew he wasn’t just offering her to spend the rest of the day at the ranch; he wanted her to, so she happily accepted.

That night, she fell asleep where she truly felt home: in John’s arms. Unbeknownst to her, for the first time, he told her something he knew he was ready to tell her, but not quite for her to hear yet; not before he was certain he could do it properly.

As she was peacefully sleeping, he whispered, “I love you.”

#my deputy #taylor rook #the deputy #john seed #john seed x deputy #my art #fan art #traditional art #digital coloring #drawn in december 2022 #only one ‘old’ drawing left!#story: 'that fic I’ll never write'#but wait... am I writing... fanfiction now??#the incredible adventures of john 'emotionally constipated perfectionist' seed #also considering what the fandom is reportedly dealing with these days... yay I can’t wait for this to be copy-pasted!#far cry 5

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livelaughlovenikeiyomiuri · 2 months

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Nikei Yomiuri has BPD: the masterpost

So I've been formally requested to make a post on why I believe Nikei has BPD- so strap in, folks, this is gonna be a long one.

I want to preface this with, I am in no way a mental health expert, I am in no way qualified to actually diagnose anyone with anything, but I am a weirdo who likes to read the DSM-5 for kicks who also happens to think about Nikei Yomiuri a lot. Everything I say needs to be taken with a grain of salt, yadda yadda yadda, you know how that all goes.

TW for discussions of sui, CSA and SH. I am not planning to discuss any of these topics in depth (except for the first one, due to just. Nikei being Nikei), but if the topics distress you in any way, I would advise simply not reading this. Look after yourself.

So, firstly, I would like to discuss how BPD develops. Though there are many possible causes, such as genetics, affecting the on-set of BPD symptoms, one of the most common causes is childhood abuse, especially CSA. We currently do not yet know Nikei's backstory and how he was 'saved' by Utsuro, but it is commonly believed that it had to do with CSA. It both explains some of his behaviors- the weird hypersexual tendencies and his extremely negative reaction to being touched by Mikado from behind, for example- and 'fits', so to speak, Void's tendency in everyone there suffering some sort of child abuse. This is mostly to explain how Nikei fits the common parameters of someone in whom BPD could develop.

Now, as for the diagnostic criteria: the DSM-5 dictates there are 9 major symptoms of BPD, and in order to qualify, the patient needs to fulfill at least 5.

Before I go over which of the symptoms he fulfills, I want to start with stating that Nikei is a particularly hard character to get a read on, mostly due to him faking his personality for the greatest majority of the game, and though I do not believe everything about him that we see is 100% fake at all times, it would be presumptuous of me to discern what I personally believe to be real or not. Therefore, I will keep myself limited to:

His actions throughout the game (plus the ones he made from behind the scenes and also what he did before the actual happenings of the game)

Nikei's bouts of anger (which he is shown to be physically unable to control)

Chapter 6's Void Theatre (since Linuj has stated that Nikei was being truthful in it and was thus is 'real self')

Talking about his anger… symptom number 1, "Inappropriate, intense anger that can be difficult to control" and symptom number 2, "Rapidly shifting intense emotional dysregulation". I don't think I need to go too in-depth when talking about how he fits these symptoms. If you have played the game, you know Nikei is shown to turn easily aggressive in ways he seems unable to control. I think the scene that highlights that the most is the one in chapter 4 while everyone is in Nikei's room- right after Mikado leaves. Nikei is unable to calm himself down, and has to cut short the meeting due to his inability to regulate his emotions properly. Honestly, Nikei in the fourth trial could also be used as an example for this.

Symptom number 3, "Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment". The man's gut reaction to Emma, Hajime and Iroha 'leaving' him was to come up with a plan to fuck over the man who took them away from him. It's actually a little hard to express myself in-depth on these first points, because I feel as though it would just be me repeating the game's plot points or just. Describing his character, rather than adding anything new to the discussion… of course, it's also pretty obvious that Nikei has extremely unstable relationships (again, Void), so he fits the fourth symptom as well, "Unstable and chaotic interpersonal relationships, often characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation, also known as "splitting" ". He doesn't necessarily 'split' on anyone in game, unless you count the fact that he can go from developing a crush on Sora to hating her guts in chapter 4, though in that case, his sudden hatred is more than understandable, considering the context- but I have to stress, it is almost impossible for us to know how Nikei feels about people in general, since most of his relationships are technically developed off-camera. As I am talking about Nikei's relationships, I feel like it would be a disservice to this 'theory' to not bring up this specific answer to a question that Linuj himself gave:

Nikei is not healthy with his interpersonal relationships. While this comment is strictly about romantic relationships, it is not a stretch to say that he gets obsessive about others in general- ergo, his relationships are unstable by definition.

Our fifth symptom is "Markedly disturbed sense of identity and distorted self-image"- one of his most obvious characteristics as a person is his inferiority complex, which feeds into his desire for power. To this, we can also add his struggle with his own self-worth. We don't know why exactly Nikei idolizes his hand as of yet, but it doesn't take an expert to realize that no matter the reason, his obsession with it doesn't exactly give us the impression his self-image is in any way stable.

Theoretically, I could stop here, since to be diagnosed you only need to fulfill 5 symptoms, but I am an overachiever to a fault so I'm gonna go on.

Symptom number 6, "Impulsive or reckless behaviors (e.g., uncontrollable spending, unsafe sex, substance use disorders, reckless driving, binge eating)". Now this might be weird to some of you, since Nikei doesn't really show any of these behaviors in game (again, not counting personal headcanons for this, so even if I do believe Nikei is definitely a reckless driver, I can't exactly say that counts since it is 100% based on vibes) but these are all just examples of reckless behaviors- Nikei has just significantly more personalized ones. Like, say, participating in a killing game of his own free will, or using an actual stun gun on himself rather than just pretending to be unconscious, or randomly changing key details of the plan he made supposedly months prior on the fly (ie adding Teruya to the mix when his spot was originally supposed to be taken by Syobai). Assuming Nikei has BPD actually makes chapter 4 make more sense.

"Recurrent suicidal ideation or self harm"- this is the last symptom I am going to talk about, and the primary reason for the TW at the start. This is probably gonna be somewhat headcanon-y, and if anyone wants to disregard that as such I cannot exactly fault them for it, but hear me out: Nikei's plan counts as a suicide plan. Nikei is not an idiot- he would have known that, no matter how it ended up going, if he failed or not, Nikei was gonna die either way- if his plan worked and Yuki was executed, Mikado would have retaliated and killed him in revenge; if his plan worked and Yuki got away with it, he would have died in the mass execution; and if, how it happened in canon, he failed he would have been killed, too (Mikado may have said that he would have forgiven Nikei if he returned back to Void, but let's be real here- that was a bold faced lie. He was just gloating). This plan would have ended up with him dead no matter what, and he was okay with it- which I don't need to tell you, is not exactly something someone who has never considered suicide before would do.

(Also random thought that I probably wouldn't be able to fit in another post- Nikei's execution itself is fairly odd, in the sense that he was ultimately the one who killed himself. He was the one that ran up the stairs, he was the one that jumped off the building, he was the one that failed to catch the ladder- hell, jumping off a building is a pretty common suicide method. His death is unique in the sense that he brought it all to himself- he was the only executee that wasn't tied down in any way, all his actions were truly his choice. He didn't need to run away from the Monocrows, but he did. He didn't need to go up the stairs instead of down, but he did. He didn't need to jump, but he did.)

The last two symptoms are:

Chronic feelings of emptiness

Transient, stress-related paranoid or severe dissociative symptoms

Which I don't think I can apply to Nikei in good conscience, since it's pretty hard to discern how that man is feeling at all times (other than, well, when he is raging). That would wound up being wayyy too headcanon-y for even me to excuse. Like, do I believe he is depressed? Absolutely. Do I believe he has PTSD? Certainly, but I can't point to any exact action he takes in game and point to it to say that he is 100% depressed. It's mostly just vibes. And again, I don't really need to? I have already given ample evidence as to why I believe Nikei has BPD, even without these last two symptoms.

(I mean, I COULD prove that Nikei has PTSD- if we consider his more than likely sexual trauma and his reaction to him being grabbed by Mikado specifically, someone who he considers to be a threat- that certainly feels like PTSD to me. Even without that, I genuinely doubt anyone that lived through the Tragedy DOESN'T have PTSD. Anyway I am losing track of the post here-)

I don't exactly know how to end this, but yeah! That's about it. Nikei has BPD, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

#sdra2 #nikei yomiuri #super danganronpa another 2 #I do not have a diagnosis for BPD therefore everything here is written from the POV of someone looking in from the outside #if anyone with a diagnosis would like to add their two cents on the matter I'd love to add it all to this post!#also please do call me out if I said anything that comes across as offensive to people with BPD- I am learning and didn't mean to offend!#lots of love to anyone with BPD that comes across this post- I have nothing but respect for you #seriously tho sorry if i come across as mean at any point #it wasn't planned at all #i'm just an idiot not a hater

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mannuh0v · 3 months

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⦻ My Eyeless Jack HC⦻

•Quick warnings here! Please read

•It's my first original writing!

•They are just Headcanons, nothing here is Canon and if it is possible I will let you know!

~Happy reading people

☆E.J He has great medical skills, and he is the one who helps Toby when he gets seriously injured or just gets a cut during a mission.

☆This man is a Cannibal, he eats human flesh more at certain times, when he doesn't have access to meat he eats animal meat or even some normal food. But he hates it, I prefer his kidneys, they think they are tastier to taste ;)

☆He likes to go to places with few people, as he avoids the looks of other people, but EJ has no problem communicating with people, if he wants to go to a party with or without anyone he won't avoid going.

☆He doesn't get along with people like Jeff or arrogant people, this creepy is extremely polite! (Just because he eats your kidneys at night doesn't mean he'll scold you for existing)

☆He loves looking at small animals, he feels cozy. By not eating them, he feels closer to animals other than birds or land animals.

☆Certainly, EJ walks on four legs at times because? I don't know anymore sometimes he starts to walk on four legs, so he can run better perhaps? Or to scare your victims? It's up to you

"Hey EJ, why are you blue? or are you another color? I'm really confused about this..."

"Toby, you can be unpredictable sometimes..."

☆EJ makes his friends through his personality and not through appearance, but if someone likes him he will definitely think he's handsome... At least 40% more than before

☆Lover of reading and calm music, this man is not violent in his attitudes unless he needs to be!

☆How about watching the lake at 6:50 pm? It's a good idea for EJ

☆He participated in the war, he knows a lot about this topic, if you ask him he will answer with the greatest pleasure

__"EJ, do you know how to handle a grenade? I'm seriously thinking about adding this to our arsenal"

"I know how to handle a grenade, I just don't think it's appropriate to fall into the wrong hands like Toby's! It could make our mission fail in seconds"

Hello everyone, it was very short, I think, but it's just a start, I can redo it as many times as I need to redo it, there won't be any problems! 👍🏼^^ ~Have a great night/day ~Mannuh

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta blog #creepypasta headcanons

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writingforstraykids · 5 months

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Addicted to you - Chp. 8

Pairing: Minchan (mention of ot8)

Word Count: 5175

Summary: Felix and Jisung stay the night with Minho, making sure he's okay. The next day, Minho tries his best to avoid Chan as much as possible but fails miserably. Finally alone, Chan follows his heart...

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddles, minor panic "attack" (very short, very non-descriptive), hurt/comfort

A/N: What can I say? They're stubborn and hurt...~🌙

Chp. 7 | Chp. 9

All the storms we weathered Everything that we went through Now without you what on earth am I to do? Let Somebody Go ~ Coldplay, Selena Gomez

Minho stood in the middle of his bedroom, his arms wrapped around himself as violent sobs shook his body. He was nauseous, the lack of physical touch to comfort him left him in pain. The tears falling down his cheeks and the runny nose made him feel disgusting. The only person who assured him that he wasn’t the cold, heartless man the media made him out to be…just took it all back. The one he had trusted with his body, his deepest insecurities, and his needs, thought he had been using him?

But how could he say that? Were the feelings never mutual between them?

He stared at his hands, unable to process the way he lashed out and slapped him across the face. There was still a light sting searing in his skin. A timid knock on his door cut through the heavy silence in his room, and he pressed his lips together tight, not wanting anyone to witness any more of his breakdown.

"Minho hyung?" Felix's soothing voice rang through the other side of the door. Sadly, Minho was relieved it wasn't Chan. "Can I come in?" he asked hesitantly.

"Please don't." Minho pressed out. There was no way he could put his burdens on Felix. He had sworn to protect their sunshine. It was already bad enough that he told him about Chan that night.

"Please, just for a minute? I'll leave right after if you want me to," he said sincerely, a hint of worry in his voice. Minho knew Felix needed to see him to sleep peacefully tonight. Felix cared deeply for Minho and would do everything to make him feel comforted in his time of need. So he gave in, not responding to him, and stood still in the middle of his room. Felix opened the door and stepped inside, with Jisung right behind him. Jinsung pulled the door closed behind himself, flashing a compassionate smile to Minho.

Minho sniffed softly and swallowed hard before speaking up. "I'll be okay guys, I promise." He was trying to get them out as quickly as possible, not knowing if he could hold back his tears anymore.

"I know you will be. You're stronger than all of us together," Jisung said kindly, making him laugh weakly. "I…I know you probably want to be alone right now to sort this out, but..if you'd let us, we want to stay with you."

"I-I don't think that's a g-good idea," Minho answered honestly. He subconsciously hugged himself even tighter, but the action didn’t go unnoticed by his friends. He messily wiped his cheeks with the sleeve of his sweater, getting frustrated with himself as his mind was going a thousand miles a minute.

How dare he say that to me? Because he never loved me?

"I can be here and give you a long hug. Or I can even stay for an hour or two at the other end of the room and pretend you're not there so you're not alone," Felix offered and watched Minho contort his face, trying to hold himself together. He knew his friend needed the comfort, he was just being stubborn.

"Or I can just hold your hand for a while and play with your hair like you always do when I'm sick? Or hold you tight like when I panic?" Jisung added softly, nodding at Felix. He turned his eyes back on Minho to show him that he was here in his time of need.

This seemed to be the final straw for the older one, a strangled sob leaving his lips as he crouched down and buried his face in his hands. They were next to him within a few seconds, carefully wrapping their arms around him. Minho buried his face in Felix's chest and started sobbing uncontrollably as Jisung hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry," He sobbed out, hiccuping to try and catch his breath to speak to the younger men.

"Don't be," Felix said softly. “This isn’t your fault.”

"I believed him. Of course it’s my fault," he barely got out, and they pulled him even closer. Minho grabbed their hands and tried to calm down, but he just couldn't. He was so disappointed in Chan and himself.

"We got you, Min, you'll be okay," Jisung whispered and soothingly rocked him in his arms.

Felix closed his eyes, unable to imagine how shitty Minho must be feeling right now. He wasn't shocked about all the revelations before, but what Chan said really crossed the line. They all knew how often Minho heard such things from media and the haters. Even though he tried to hide it, it was obvious to all of them how much it hurt him sometimes. Combining that with Chan trying to make it seem like Minho practically forced him into having sex with him was even worse.

Jisung lovingly fondled his hair and rested his head on his shoulder. "Do you want to cuddle in the bed? This can't be comfortable for your knee."

Minho chuckled weakly. "You're probably right." He hadn't even noticed at first. But when getting up, he was glad they were helping him out. He dragged himself over to his bed and smiled sadly as Jisung spooned him while Felix cuddled up against his chest.

He gently took their hands again once he had calmed down a little. "I should be the one taking care of you all," he spoke up after a long moment of silence, his voice a little raspy from crying before. "I'm your hyung, after all."

Felix smiled softly and shook his head. "You need someone to take care of you as well…And your only hyung is acting weird right now," he said, squeezing his hand.

"I shouldn't have broken my promise," Minho said quietly and chewed on his lower lip. "It only made things worse." Felix's hand slipped from his, and for a moment, he feared that Felix might have a change of heart, turn on him the same way Chan did. Glancing up, he met Felix's soft brown eyes and knew he had been mistaken. He was heartbroken for his friend, genuinely.

Felix reached up and very gently brushed his hair back from his face. "I'm glad you did. I think they deserve to know what was happening in his head. Also, what you said wasn't even nearly as bad as what he said."

Minho closed his eyes in defeat before looking at him again in pain. "He's right. I'm different from you guys, and everyone seems to think that way. It's not the first time someone has called me cold-hearted."

Jisung shook his head. "You're not cold, you simply don't trust easily. You're careful, but once someone means something to you, you're the most caring and kindest soul one could wish for. And Channie knows that. There's no excuse for what he said, but he panicked, and you know he talks shit when he does," he told him. "No one actually believes you used him either. We know you better than that."

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly, and Felix hummed in agreement. "What am I supposed to do? I don't want to destroy the team, but I can't just forgive him that easily."

"I wouldn't be able to either, so don’t. Just take your time. He'll have to understand. If he doesn't, I'll make him," he told him, and they all giggled at that thought.

"I'll kick his ass if he doesn't make this right," Jisung told him, a hint of seriousness in his tone.

"Thanks for having my back, you two," Minho said softly.

"Always," they responded sweetly, and scooted closer to him.

"You're not alone in this," Jisung said, kissing his hair very gently.

Minho sighed softly and buried his face in Felix's chest, inhaling his all-too-familiar scent. He leaned back into the warmth Jisung was spreading as their bodies intertwined. For the first time since the last couple hours, Minho felt a little more at peace. As soon as Felix gently ran his fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp softly, he was drifting off to sleep. He was more than glad he had let them in.

Chan quietly made his way upstairs once everyone went to bed, their dinner completely forgotten in the kitchen. He felt like shit for hurting Minho the way he did. He was ashamed of what he said. But he was also hurt by Minho revealing his secret to the boys. And their secret. He hadn't been ready to share their love with the others, not like this. Chan stopped in front of Minho's door and swallowed hard before quietly opening the door. A little light from the hallway danced across the bed, and he could make out Felix. In his arms was Minho, curled up against him, his head snuggled beneath Felix's chin. Only then did he notice Jisung hugging them both. Chan smiled sadly, remembering when Minho slept with him just like that, curled up like a sweet kitten that needed to be taken care of. He felt a little better knowing he wasn't alone and closed the door just as quietly as he had opened it. He knew the next few days, maybe even weeks, would be awful for the team, but he knew he had to give Minho and himself some time. Chan dragged himself to his room and plopped down on his bed heavily.

The door opened and Changbin stepped inside, flashing him a worried smile. "Are you gonna be alright, hyung?"

"I don't know," he admitted and fresh tears burned in his eyes.

Changbin sat down next to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "This might sound stupid…but I think you two will be okay. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next week but at some point you will."

"I'm not so sure," he shook his head. "We moved way too fast without setting any boundaries," he said and anxiously chewed his lip. "I didn't mean to say all those things, I…I panicked."

"I think he knows that…just like he didn't mean to slap you," he said and Chan nodded weakly. Changbin sighed softly and rubbed his shoulder. "You want me to stay with you tonight?"

"You don't have to," he shook his head. "I don't really deserve any comfort right now."

Changbin gave him a scolding look. "He slapped you. He revealed your struggles. He hurt you just like you hurt him, you both need someone right now," he shook his head. "I'm staying if you like it or not."

Chan chuckled weakly and rested his head on his shoulder, gently patting his thigh. "Thanks."

The next morning, Minho woke up early and carefully slipped out of Felix's and Jisung's hold. He covered them with the blanket and gently brushed back their hair before gathering his things and slipping out of the room to go and take a shower. A look into the mirror made him cringe; his hair was a mess, and he had dark patches beneath his still reddish and slightly swollen eyes. He sighed softly and got to work, fixing himself up and putting on some comfortable clothes. After a quick stop at his room, grabbing his keys and credit card, he put on his shoes and was ready to leave the still very quiet house.

His knee was still acting up, so he kept his routine of taking a calm walk early in the morning. Minho grabbed a mask to hide his face later on and opened the door…only to bump right into someone. He didn't have to look up to know who it was, he knew the feel of his strong body and his natural scent mixing up with the cologne he started to love so much. Minho slowly looked up and met Chan's eyes, which seemed to fill with guilt as soon as the older one recognized him. He didn't say anything, thinking back to how they started their days by sneaking a kiss right here lately. When Chan hadn't been too tired from working out at the gym, he had even joined him on his walks, especially in the beginning when he still had been in a lot of pain. "You know usually you let people get out first."

"I thought that only applies to buses and trains," Chan answered hesitantly.

"You think a lot of stuff that needs shaping," Minho commented dryly and impatiently played with his keys.

"Can we talk?" he asked and searched his face. Even though Minho had done a great job at hiding the impact of yesterday evening, Chan could tell how bad he was feeling. He couldn't remember ever seeing him that insecure before, and it broke his heart knowing he was the one who caused it.

"May I leave?" Minho said, breaking their eye contact. "I'm late for my walk."

"I…would you mind if I join you?" he tried anxiously.

"Actually, yes, I would," Minho answered quietly and blinked back tears.

"Min, please," Chan pleaded, hesitantly cupping his face with one hand.

Minho swatted it away and glared at him. "Back off, Chan. You can't seriously think a little talk will fix everything," he told him and hated himself for the tears shining in his eyes, threatening to spill down his cheeks.

Chan pulled back his hand and chewed on his lower lip. "I know it won't…but you'll have to talk to me at one point."

"We'll see," Minho said before grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him inside, turning them around in the process. Under different circumstances, they may have found this exciting, but not today. Now, he was finally able to leave the house, and the only reason he didn't slam the door was his still sleeping members upstairs. He hadn't gotten far when suddenly Chan was next to him again. "Fucks sake, what do you want?" he asked tiredly and put on his mask before pulling up the hood of his jacket.

"I won't give up that easily, Minho. I fucked up, and I want to fix it, whether you like it or not," he told him.

"Well, I don't, so fuck off," he groaned and started walking his usual route. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when Chan walked next to him. Minho took a deep breath, remembering that there could be cameras around every corner and there shouldn't be any rumors about fights within the group. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up again. "Are you aware we'll be sharing a room in two weeks for the promotion?"

Chan froze for a moment before humming gently. Right, he completely forgot about their trip and room arrangements.

"May I also remind you that you were the one insisting on us sharing said room?" Minho added sourly and took a turn left.

"Your point being?" Chan sighed.

"I'm just wondering why everyone's sweetheart Channie would want to share a room with the frosty meanie of the team. Did you think you could warm my cold heart?" he asked, and he knew he was being childish. "Actually, don't answer that," he quickly added and stepped inside the small convenience store in front of them.

"I thought we'd be able to spend some quality time together actually," Chan said.

"Quality time? You mean me using you as soon as you're emotional enough?" Minho asked and shook his head, walking through the aisles. "Unbelievable. The sex must've been really good with you taking that burden upon you of sharing a room with me."

"Minho!" Chan protested and grabbed his arm.

"Cameras, Chan," Minho said.

"People, Minho," he gave back in regards to what he said before.

"Right, you wouldn't want someone to know you let yourself go like that," he spat out and ripped his arm from his grip. "If you don't want to risk getting slapped again, you better stop touching me."

"I wonder how you'll manage that later at dance practice," he said annoyed, but shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Watch me," he said and searched the section in front of him.

Chan sighed softly and grabbed a package of cookies, holding it out to him. "They're right in front of your nose."

Minho blinked at him, confused for a moment before his heart sank a little. They were his favorite cookies. "I'm…that's not what I was looking for," he said quietly, putting them back gently before finally finding Felix and Jisung's shared favorites. He continued walking through the aisles and tried to calm his racing heart. Suddenly, he felt anxious, and the anger slowly subsided as he started to realize how well Chan knew him by now. How much he had longed for someone like him by his side, remembering such simple things as his favorite cookies. He silently cursed at himself as his hand trembled whilst picking a drink for Felix, Jisung, and himself. Somehow, he felt like he had to repay them for last night.

Chan strolled behind him silently, watching him deep in thought. He wondered if they'd ever be on good terms again and if the group would continue functioning that well with their two oldest fighting. Last night had been intense. Chan's stomach turned painfully, remembering how confused they all seemed, how shocked they were when he opened up about that night Minho stopped him from giving up on everything. Seungmin had left them earlier, not being able to cope with him saying stuff like that about Minho after everything. Chan knew he would also have trouble with Felix and Jisung, both being very fond of Min. Outside, Minho suddenly shoved something against his chest, and Chan looked down in surprise, spotting his favorite iced coffee.

"You look tired," he said and stubbornly looked anywhere but at him. Chan took it and watched Minho's eyes shut momentarily when their fingers brushed.

"Thanks," he mumbled and watched him worriedly as they started walking again; Minho bumped into one of the trash cans in front of the shop, making room for an older woman. "You're okay?"

Minho bit back a curse and nodded, squinting his eyes a little at the sharp pain shooting through his knee. "I'm fine," he agreed, carefully adjusting the bottles and cookies in his arms, fighting the urge to reach down and check his knee.

Chan noticed the subtle limping on their way back home but didn't dare to address it. As they stopped at a red light, Chan gently eased Minho's things out of his hands and stored them in the pockets of his sweater. He then turned around and sighed softly.

"Hop on."

"What? No," Minho tried, knowing he could not win this argument. He must've noticed him being in pain since the little incident at the store.

"Minho, I'm not in the mood for another argument. You're clearly in pain, so stop acting tough and let me do at least that for you today," Chan said more firmly than he had intended. Minho cursed softly before doing as he was told, yelping in pain a little as Chan supportively gripped his legs to wrap them around his waist. "Sorry," he said immediately, and Minho just hummed, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

Chan continued walking, carrying Minho on his back all the way back to their home. Once there, he let him down, and they both looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before Minho thanked him gently and took his purchases back. Chan quietly locked the door behind them and told him to go and rest for another bit.

Back in his room, he silently put everything down on his desk and slipped off his shoes before climbing back into bed, where Felix and Jisung were still sleeping peacefully. He smiled a little at their soft expressions and had to bite back a laugh at the thought of him missing his cats and now having them here instead.

Jisung stirred in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. "You're okay?" he asked sleepily.

"Mhm, keep sleeping," he told him gently and chuckled when Jisung did just as he said, cuddling up against him in the process. Minho played with his hair just like Felix had done last night and relaxed at the feeling of being needed.

Later at breakfast, Chan and Minho sat as far away from each other as possible, stealing glances occasionally. Felix sat next to Minho, happily sharing the cookies with Jisung and Jeongin. Chan watched them quietly as he ate his breakfast and smiled a little to himself, seeing the pure joy on Felix's face over such a simple gesture. Minho pushed around the food on his plate, not feeling hungry. Changbin leaned over to him after a while and gently nudged his arm. "We're still having dance practice today?"

"Us having a disagreement won't stop the normal routines for us all. We both want what's best for the group," he answered, taking the last sip of Minho's coffee. "I have to give him time, though. We all should accept that this won't be resolved in a day or two."

“You owe him some massive apology, mate,” Changbin sighed softly.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do all day?” he sighed back, and Changbin nodded gently.

Minho gently massaged his knee beneath the table, hoping no one would notice. He hadn't dared to look at it yet, but he suspected it would leave a bruise. Hopefully, he'd be able to pull through with dance practice today. He glanced down, wondering if it only felt a little swollen, and looking back up, he met Chan's observant eyes resting on him. Shit.

It only got worse during the practice. Not particularly because of the dancing itself; he didn't need to instruct his members much since they had practiced the dance before. The fact that Chan was his dance partner in the choreo made him anxious and somehow bothered with the whole process. A week ago, it had seemed like a fun idea to form pairs and do the choreo that way, dancing together closely to give their beloved fans some new gossip material. Now Chan's arm wrapped around his waist made him nauseous. His strong chest pressed against his back made his heart race, but not in a good way. He was barely able to face their reflection in the mirror because they looked so damn perfect together. Chan was kind enough to keep as much distance as possible, but there wasn't much room to do so. The anxious and curious looks of the others didn't help as he swayed his hips and turned to face Chan. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop; an all too familiar feeling bubbled up in his stomach, almost automatically pulling him closer to him. Minho closed his eyes and shook his head, taking a step back and almost stumbling if Chan hadn't grabbed his arm. "I can't do this right now," he whispered more to himself before shaking him off and quickly leaving the room.

Chan looked after him for a moment before nodding and speaking up for everyone to hear. "Alright, let's take a break and continue with the next one after."

Minho sat down on the ground near the door heavily, buried his face in his hands, and took deep breaths. "Don't freak out," he told himself.

"Deep breaths, Minho hyung," Seungmin suddenly said softly and rubbed his back.

Minho glanced up at him and contorted his face softly. "You know I left so I wouldn't worry you."

"Yeah…but leaving doesn't worry us less," Seungmin reminded him kindly. "I'm sorry, Minho. I hope you know he was talking shit yesterday."

Minho closed his eyes for a short moment, swallowing hard. "I'm trying."

"You slept okay?" he asked gently.

"Felix and Jisung were there," he told him.

Seungmin very gently brushed back his hair. "If you need anything, I'm there."

"I know," he smiled gently and squeezed his hand before letting go again. "Give me a moment, okay?"

"Alright," he nodded and went back inside.

He mentally prepared himself for the next choreo, knowing it involved him jumping over Felix. No wonder his knee was fucked. The constant practice didn't help, but he wasn't the type to step back and show them how much it hurt.

Minho was a little nervous as he was about to jump but started strong nevertheless, hopping over Felix, who was sitting on the floor beneath him. To his surprise, Chan and Changbin appeared in his vision, grabbing him while he was still in the air and supporting his landing so there was almost no impact on his knee.

"We should do it like that as long as your knee isn't quite healed yet, hyung," Changbin pointed out kindly.

Minho chuckled softly and playfully rolled his eyes. "A little warning would've been nice."

"Doesn't a cat always land on its feet?" Hyunjin giggled.

"I wish," he snorted and flashed them all a shy smile. His heart warmed at how caring his members were and hurt a little, knowing it had probably been Chan's idea. As much as he wanted to believe his kind actions, his words had confused and hurt him too much to push them away that quickly.

They all wrapped up a little later, and Minho stayed in the room to stretch a little, maybe even put some ice on his pulsing knee. He carefully pulled up his sweatpants and hissed softly at the sight of his bruised and swollen knee. He'd definitely need some ice. Just as he was about to get up, the door opened again, and Chan stepped inside, not really noticing him for a moment as he grabbed his forgotten water bottle.

He frowned, spotting him before realization hit his face. "Need some help?" he offered, and Minho gave in reluctantly. Chan sat down on the floor opposite him and started gently massaging his leg, easing out a cramp Minho hadn't noticed yet. He continued moving up, getting more careful and gentle the closer he got to his knee.

Minho leaned back on his hands and bit his lower lip hard when Chan's fingers brushed over a heavy bruise. He pressed his eyes closed, face contorting in pain as a strained groan left his lips as Chan reached the main spot of his misery.

Chan apologized gently as he started easing out some tension before stopping suddenly. "Minho…you should've told me your knee is completely swollen," he scolded him and got up, getting an ice pack. "It's a surprise you were able to pull through with the choreo."

"I'm a tough cookie," he gave back in English this time. It's something Chan had once said to him, and it stuck with them ever since as a light joke whenever one of them clearly overworked himself.

Chan couldn't help but giggle at that and rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot. That's what you are," he said kindly.

"I'll add that to the list," Minho commented. He flinched as Chan pressed the ice down on his knee and scooted back a little to lean against the wall. He gave himself a moment to get used to the cold before glancing back at Chan, still sitting opposite him on the floor. "Come here," he finally said, spreading his legs a little, patting the floor between them. His hyung gave him a questioning look but did as he said, sitting between his legs and looking at him through the mirror wall opposite them. Minho gently started pressing down on the back of Chan's neck, and the soft moan leaving the older's lips confirmed his suspicion. "Knew it," he snorted softly and skillfully eased out all the tense spots in his neck and shoulders. By now, he knew how strained Chan's neck, shoulders, and back got from all the work in front of his laptop. It was only fair to return the favor, thinking back at how Chan had taken care of him repeatedly throughout the day without him even asking. "Better?" he asked once he was done, and Chan hummed agreeingly, thanking him.

Chan turned once more, his legs slipping underneath Minho's in the process, and gently pulled up Minho's pants. "Have you noticed the others acting off?" he asked as he grabbed the tape for Minho's knee.

Minho laughed weakly. "We're the ones acting off, they're trying to deal with that."

Chan inspected Minho's knee, stomach turning a little at the heavy bruise from this morning. "It's not like no one ever fought before. Remember Hyunjin and Hannie in the beginning?" he pointed out.

"Yeah, I kept my dancer in check, and you kept your producing buddy in check. That's how we got them quiet after a while," Minho reminded him.

"Felix and Seungmin?" Chan didn't give up that quickly.

"You told our sunshine about something called sarcasm, and I told our puppy to stop barking at Felix so loudly because he gets scared easily," Minho grinned.

"Innie and Changbin?" Chan tried.

"Now you're making stuff up," Minho laughed and gently punched his arm. "My point was that usually, it's us breaking off a fight and making sure there's peace. They're not used to their hyungs disagreeing like that. Also, I don't think anyone got slapped in the face before."

Chan applied the last bit of tape and hummed gently. "Fine, you convinced me."

They stared at each other for a moment, and for the second time today, they sunk deep into each other's eyes. "I usually do," he answered quietly.

"True," Chan hummed agreeing, and before he could stop himself, his eyes landed on Minho's lips. His eyes flickered back to Minho's, who subtly shook his head, insecurity flickering in his own soft eyes.

"Fuck off," Minho said and pushed himself up. Suddenly, he was scared he might act upon his heart's deepest desire and only complicate things for himself. "I meant what I said this morning, Chan; keep your distance. I really can't deal with another slip-up."

Chan looked at him for a long moment without saying anything. "If that's how you want to deal with it," he said dryly. "This won't resolve itself like that, but if splitting apart the team is what you want, go on."

"You split that team apart by kissing me a year ago. All those stupid secrets just to have sex now and then, what a great leader you are." Minho laughed coldly and grabbed his water bottle before leaving the room and slamming the door. He went straight to his bedroom and locked the door behind himself, deciding to avoid everyone for today.

Chan stood still where Minho had left him behind and met his own reflection in the mirror. Had he been right about wanting to quit? Why didn’t he just pull through with that and watch from the sidelines what Minho would achieve with the rest of the kids? It would’ve been better than that mess they were dealing with now.

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it's been a while since i last shared the game that currently has my attention, and currently that is outward: definitive edition (dev: nine dot studios). this got long, so i'll put it under the cut. the short of it is that i am in love with this game that is catered to freaks like me in every way!

the game was first released in 2019, and the definitive edition including all dlcs came out in 2022, and i'd say this game was on my radar since 2020-2022, but i never really played it until now. i've been enjoying my time with this game, and what a game it is! it makes me feel like most of my favorites do: scrabbling for victories, being forced to get by the skin of my neck, and having to always play past my mistakes. in many ways it reminds me of favorites such as dragon's dogma, morrowind my heavily modded skyrim, and souls games to an extent, but with survival elements added on to it.

to set the stage, this game puts you in the boots of a gender neutral Just A Guy™ who is saddled with debt incurred by their grandmother and is on the verge of losing their lighthouse home. in aurai, actions that damage the community may incur what is called a blood price, meaning a bloodline may have to pay the price of said actions even decades or centuries removed from the action. the first chapter of your adventure sees you attempting to repay a parcel of the blood price on your bloodline by whatever means possible within 5 days, after your hard work was lost in the same shipwreck that nearly took your life. and off you go to do that. you can approach this goal by whatever means you can come up with and you can also fail to do so, and the game will continue. where i am currently, i managed to barely make the deadline and have been exploring the world. there are currently four factions i can approach in order to advance the plot, but i am taking my time to meet all of them before i make a decision. they each are tackling different issues in aurai at the moment, such as the holy mission's quest to fight against the scourge.

the moment to moment gameplay is very engaging to me. it really is a game that anyone who knows me knows that of course it will appeal to me. navigation reminds me of morrowind with npcs giving you directions and a complete lack of quest markers (or even an indication of where you are in the map! you need to orient yourself using landmarks and road signs). combat is brutal and best avoided at most times. you need to manage your inventory and loadout for the climate and your needs, as well as what you expect to encounter in your journeys, where the weight of your inventory is very important. your stats will become burnt (i.e., you will have a temporarily reduced maximum stamina until rest) the more you use them, greatly emphasizing how you're just a rando. there is magic in this world, but you don't start out with mana needed to cast spells and must perform a difficult pilgrimage to the center of the mountain that dominates the landscape of the first area. and even then, you must sacrifice your precious hp and stamina to build a mana pool. the tradeoff: magic has been absolutely fun and op in my experience. the game rewards preparation and knowing when the fuck to leg it most of all. and if you meet your untimely demise, you're not sent to the last checkpoint. instead, the game rolls one of the appropriate defeat scenarios appropriate to your current situation which can be a boon or a curse (and honestly must have been the inspiration to the alternative death system part of this skyrim mod). the game constantly autosaves, so savescumming isn't a possibility. most of all, you wander in a lovely environment to the sound of bangers.

pictures were only edited to add some small grain and are at the native resolution of the steam deck since it's where i've been playing! i do want to look at it on my laptop too. it also features online and splitscreen co-op, but i haven't tried that out. i do hear it's a great way to approach the game. another thing i really enjoyed learning about is the studio's investment in promoting a crunch-free, ethical philosophy to game development, and extending that over their publishing efforts in order to foster the development of more indie niche games developped ethically.

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nariyuwu · 9 months

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let me in ! 𖦹 — lee heeseung smau

1O — [kitties 🤣 bffr]

you were nervous, to say the least, you like heeseung but you dont want to make a bad impression, this was your first date with him — to you at least.

heeseung has been on edge, ever since you forgot about him, hes always overthinking, from how you're gonna fall out of love with him to seeing you married and have kids with anyone but him. it hurts, to him you were his world and nothing could ever change that—

ah, she's here

he saw you, you're so beautiful, just like the first time.

"hey, do you live nearby?" he saw you, standing alone in the snow with nothing but a flimsy coat.

"ah.. no, actually, im waiting for a friend" you nonchalantly said avoiding eye contact, assuming thats it just another random dude — a very handsome one at that, trying to ask for your number.

"what about you? why are you here?" you asked.

"im waiting for my sister, she asked me to stand here.." heeseung answered, his lips forming a warm smile, so warm that it could shield you from the cold night breeze.

"you must really love your sister, huh?" you said, looking up at him with the same smile "if you dont mind me asking.. whats your name?" you continue

"lee heeseung, whats yours?"

"its ln yn"

funny enough, his sister who's also your best friend was the person both of you were waiting for.

"i wanted to introduce her to you!!" joo pouts, stomping her feet to ease her frustrations.

he got out of his car, calling out to you as he open the door for you.

your face paints a light pink hue at the sight of him.

wow hes so pretty.

you quickly run over and get into the car, as soon as you get into the car, a sense of deja vu hits you, it's so familiar, but also so foreign.

soon the car started driving, it was silent. but the comfortable silence, it was so weird, everything about him was so nostalgic, his scent, his voice, his face. you're so confused, its like you have seen him somewhere, even his personality is so familiar to you, its like you have known him for so long—

"we're here." he spoke up, cutting short your train of thoughts.

maybe you dated him in your previous life?

you shrugged off the thought because it seemingly is illogical. opt to spend a good time with heeseung.

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outercrasis · 2 years

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Matter of Trust

Pairing: Slasher!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: Hilariously none for this, despite the horror nature of this AU. I just wanted to take a soft little peek inside Slasher!Din's head:)

A/N: This AU would not exist without the lovely and talented @tuskens-mando!! Eri has spent so much time with me in the dms just yelling about this man that we find endlessly fascinating and want to domesticate so badly. I might write more for him who knows, for now this was a fun writing exercise for an AU I'm normally only yelling about with Eri <3

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Everyone around town avoids him. Averting their eyes, staring when they think he won't notice, walking on the opposite side of the street, sharing not-so-quiet whispers behind his back. He doesn't blame them. Their aversion is probably in many of their best interests.

Everyone gives him a wide berth. Except her. She is completely unafraid of him.

Din can't remember the last time anyone was wholly and truly unafraid of him. He'd forgotten what it felt like. To be met with a smile rather than a frown. To be earnestly acknowledged without another motive coloring the interaction. He's learned by now to tell when that's the case and after months he can't find anything false about her.

Their first interaction is still one he plays over and over again in his mind.

Din does his best to keep trips into town sparing but at times they become unavoidable. The dead of winter is most difficult, relying on his own stores to get him through. Tired of the same meals and with the added benefit of reminding the town of his presence, he made his way to the local grocer. With any luck, he could get his essentials and not have to return for another month.

Winter clothes bulk up anyone, making him loom larger than normal in the aisles. His scarf is kept securely wrapped around the bottom of his face. The shadow he casts is long and most don't look to stay in it. He doesn’t mind. At least this way he’s able to do his shopping undisturbed. There’s also something funny to be found in old Mrs. Peterson scrambling away from the oatmeal only for Din to take her spot. As though he would shove her out of his way just to get at the steel cut oats.

That was not the aisle she found him in. Din became aware of her existence two aisles down while he stood trying to decide what kind of peanut butter to buy. Smooth is classic and never disappoints, but could there be something to trying out crunchy?

He ignored the first tap on his shoulder. If anyone dared to approach him it was always either a stupid kid on a dare or a macho guy with something to prove. It never ended well for either. He never quite understood what they thought would happen, aggressing him in public. Despite what many think, Din isn’t stupid and his Creed dictates a strict set of rules. He would never bend it for some idiot looking to fight in a grocery store.

The insistent second tap would have normally set him on edge, but irritation immediately faded with the soft sound of her voice. “Excuse me?”

He turned only to look down and find the sweetest looking woman he’d ever seen standing before him. Din was short on words. That wasn’t exactly uncommon for him, but he felt particularly stunned to turn and see her smile. It was earnest, if not a little bashful, and completely unlike anything he’d ever been greeted with before. He wanted to keep her smiling forever.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you help me grab the maple syrup off the top shelf there? I can’t reach and I don’t want to climb the shelves for it.” She laughed then, delicate and so unlike the nervous chuckles he was used to hearing. He’d nearly forgotten what a genuine laugh could sound like. He craved more.

Din gladly did as she asked, easily grabbing two bottles in case one wasn’t enough. His mouth was still cotton dry. She thanked him and took the syrup, not even flinching as their fingers touched for the briefest of moments. Even now, he can still feel the way her skin felt against his.

He thought it might be a one off kind of thing. Someone passing through, visiting, or new who hadn’t yet heard the stories about him. Three weeks went by before he needed to come back to town with the assumption that if he saw her again she would avoid and ignore him like everyone else. His mind reeled with shock when she not only smiled and greeted him, but chose to finish her shopping side-by-side with him. Din had never shopped with someone else before.

Even as winter melted into spring, her attitude remained unchanged. He wasn’t a fool. Din knew by now she’d heard everything that could be said about him. Some of what they said was correct, but he knew the townspeople liked to embellish as well. None of it seemed to bother her. She never shied away, never looked at him with suspicion, never made him feel anything less than normal.

Din has no idea what he did to earn her trust. He does know that he wants to keep it.

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damagedintellect · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 10 💌

Summary: To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

💌 Word count: 4,712 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

“Can the numbers that were called step forward?” Those who were called did as they were instructed. You mentally sighed in relief. You’ve done this song and dance many times, especially with this director. It was their signature move to cut the auditioners down before selecting callbacks and deliberating the final casting. You were currently in the middle of an audition at an off campus theatre for a musical practically written for you. It was an amazing opportunity for you, as the playwright was the disciple of a famous Broadway composer & playwright. With the connections they had you’d be a shoe in for the industry. This was your big break. You could almost taste it. You've worked your ass off to be where you were today and it's finally paid off. If only your parents could see you now, they'd be proud.

The director looked at the line up one last time. “Thank you for your time, you were all great performers but unfortunately we will not be requiring your talents for this production. If anything changes we’ll contact you within the next few weeks. Feel free to stay or leave at your leisure but we do ask you to do so quietly.”

Your heart stopped. This has never happened before. You followed the line off stage as you passed by shocked classmates who auditioned with you. You could tell by their expression that no one had seen this coming. It’s very rare for you not to be casted given your skillset and charm but you win some you lose some. Although no one liked losing some. “Can numbers 36, 3, 17, 43 and 11 go to the lobby for callbacks? The rest of you may take a short break before we resume the cold readings.” The musical director and the playwright grabbed their things before relocating to the lobby leaving the director to twirl their pen for a moment before they added “And can number 2 follow me to my office please.” that was your number but you don't know if that was a good or bad thing.

You were about to grab your things to leave before they called you to their office. You were slightly relieved but still confused as they motioned for you to enter the space and take a seat with almost a worried expression. “(Y/N), I was told to not tell you but I don’t think it would be fair to someone as hardworking as you, to leave you in the dark.” you tilted your head not understanding where they were going as they continued “We received a call from our benefactors to not cast you in this show. I tried to argue with them because I know you would have been the right person for the protagonist and after your audition today it proved my case but they were very adamant about the decision. They said that if I casted you at all, Joker would have their heads.” Your eyes widened in shock as the director sincerely apologized to you before letting you go. This was the first time in a long time that you were refused a role, while it wasn’t the end of the world you really wanted the distraction. After everything you hoped at least a different facet of your life would work out but it seems the universe had other plans for you.

As you made it back to the dorms you were mystified at the situation at hand. Who was this “Joker” person and why did they have it out for you? You don’t remember making enemies with anyone recent or otherwise and especially not in the industry. Your record was squeaky clean in that regard. As you walked in you were met with the rest of your dorm having a movie night. You forgot that it was tonight. Three or four months ago you all started a challenge to see who could find the best, worst horror movie out there. It was Ussop’s turn to showcase his pick and apparently he chose “Attack of the killer tomatoes” as his entry. It was a pretty strong contender versus Nami’s recommendation of “Sharknado”, Franky's suggestion of “Rubber” yes the one about killer tires, Robin threw in “Birdemic shock and terror”, Brook made you all watch Nicholas Cage’s “The Wickerman”, Sanji brought “The Refrigerator” which was his second choice because he didn’t want to ruin cotton candy for Chopper since he wanted to propose “Killer Klowns From Outer Space”, Ace’s movie was “Frozen” not the Disney film although he tried to submit that as his take first, Sabo’s pick was “The Happening” and Luffy offered up a suicide squad parody movie called “Sinister Squad”. Which you thought was a good rendition, you’re a sucker for fairytale crossovers but compared to everyone else you think he misunderstood the assignment.

Everyone had some glorious choices although that was leaving you with less options to bring to the table but you still had some time to find a gem before it was your turn to showcase your selection. You glanced around the room and took a seat next to Zoro. As you leaned over the marimo to grab some popcorn he asked you how the audition went. “Allegedly someone by the name of “Joker” has it out for me, the director couldn’t cast me because of it.” you shoved popcorn in your mouth to help lift your spirits. Zoro shrugged, he didn't know a "joker" and there wasn’t much he could say that could make you feel better. Instead he moved the popcorn closer to you and gave you a “Weird.” in return. The rest of the night took your mind off of the audition for the most part. There was no point in dwelling on it when you had no idea who “Joker” was, you’re not even sure how to find out that kind of information. The movie continued on and eventually everyone retired to their dorms. Hopefully things will make sense tomorrow.

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The jiggling of the bell on the door could be heard throughout the bookstore causing Law to look up from what he was reading. He couldn’t stand another one of Doflamingo’s lectures about the wedding plans. It was bad enough that he was in this predicament so he left Dressrosa and fled to one of his favorite quiet spaces near the university. Law felt bad that he was making everyone drive back and forth for wedding obligations despite knowing they didn’t mind at all. At this point he might as well steak out around the university since he doubts Bepo, Shachi and Penguin planned for the party to be in or near Dressrosa. He sipped his coffee, noticing the trio looking for him. Law gave a subtle nod when they made eye contact.

Law had texted the crew prior to him arriving knowing that they had a lot to discuss involving said bachelor party. Personally he didn’t want the goddamn party just like he didn’t want to be married but since life gave him lemons, he wanted to put salt into Doffy’s lemonade. He was interested to see what the hell they came up with to help ruin Doffy financially. Although Law knew deep down that some little party would never actually crush the empire the blonde created, but he could at least dream. Right now he was a dog on a leash and he hated every minute of it. He hasn’t been sleeping well since Corazon was in the hospital and despite being on academic leave he needed something to distract from Doflamingo’s obsessive cocky nagging as he prattled on about one thing or another that Law had no interest in and didn’t care about. The man has literally been living off of coffee and spite for the past few days. Not to mention his rash behavior over the fitting and avidly trying to make (Y/N) hate him or at least that’s what he was trying to do. At this point he truly didn’t remember what he said, all he knew was, she was pissed and hopefully over him romantically. It wasn’t his finest plan given their history but he was starting to become the shell of the man he once was. He just wants a break from the inevitable.

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin approached Law’s cozy reading nook concerned for his well being. They almost approached with the same energy you would a cornered animal that was ready to bite at any moment. Law sighed putting his book down. “I’m fine. I just want to talk about the party.” He saw each of them frantically looking at each other motioning for the other to speak. When no one did they basically started a game of charades with each other. Each of them making wild gestures only for the others to shake their heads. This cycle repeated for longer than Law thought it would. No one wanted to be the person to bring up the elephant in the room but they knew they had to talk about it at some point. Law sipped his coffee again not paying any attention to their antics knowing that this is how they were when they thought he would get mad at them. Law let them figure it out by themselves for a moment. Eventually they huddled into a group circle and decided who would speak after a round of rock, paper, scissors before Bepo and Penguin grinned and pushed Shachi forward. The redhead stumbled slightly before glaring at the other two exchanging a silent “This isn’t over” and clearing his throat. “First, what happened at the fitting? You owe us that much, captain.” his tone was cautious like he expected Law to snap at them for asking.

Law rolled his eyes. Even after knowing him for all these years they still insist on using that term of superiority. He didn’t want them to stop but right now he didn’t feel much like a captain. A captain should be able to protect their crew at all costs and he's failed.

“I had a phone call and took a walk. My apologies for making you all wait-”

Penguin scoffed, interrupting him “We all know that’s not what we’re referring to.” Shachi stood his ground next to him as Bepo cowardly hid behind the two. It was rare for them to confront Law but then again it was rare for Law to seemingly be in the wrong. “What happened between (Y/N) and I is none of your business.” Law put his coffee down.

“Like hell it is! We're not that dense, you know it affects everyone in the dorm.”

Law snapped back “That doesn’t make it their business either!” He might have spoken too loudly with his retort as some of the patrons looked their way. A few quick glares in their direction would do the trick and sure enough people quickly turned around breaking eye contact from the clearly aggravated surgeon.

“But you still love her right?” Bepo leaned over Penguin’s shoulder to see Law’s facade crack for a tick before his demeanor shifted back. It stunned everyone. That seemed to calm them down enough for the subject to divert slightly. Penguin sighed "Just tell me one thing," he looked Law in the eyes "Do you at least have a good reason for being a complete ass."

Law looked away and cleared his throat. That was enough for the trio to back off. Knowing Law the way they should; he wouldn't do something like this without a good reason. Hopefully (Y/N) would be able to drag it out of him and manage to fix this mess. The trio nodded before relaxing into the adjacent seats. Shachi smirked, "Anyways the party's gonna be lit so don't even worry about it." Penguin snickered as well while Bepo was still a little tense but they all gave him a knowing look.

Law raised an eyebrow "Why are you looking at me like that? What did you guys do?" He didn’t like the endless possibility of what those looks could mean.

The three lackeys laughed "Wouldn't you like to know."

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“That should be the last of it. Are we forgetting something?” you asked Sanji looking over everything you packed. It wasn’t much which is why you felt like you were forgetting something. Tonight was the bachelorette party and you had no idea what you were doing. You pretty much walked into the nearest Party City and bought a bunch of random crap that was in the specific section. Lots of pink, white and dick shaped decorations as well as little trinkets littered the isle and unfortunately you didn’t know Pudding well enough to confidently know if she would find them funny or not. Sanji was no help either and to no surprise he was off in his own little daydream as he scribbled down who knows what in a little black book. He was probably running through last minute details of the menu but honestly you wouldn’t know. You were too busy flipping through Pudding’s wedding planner to see if there were any hints to what she’d like but it was all blank. An entire book based on her thoughts and opinions and yet there was nothing about her personal interest. In the end google is your friend as you looked up ideas. Truth be told you should have done that days ago but after what happened at the audition you weren’t in the mood.

In the morning your mind kept circling back to who this “Joker” was. Did they like batman? Were they some kind of rich psychopath? Maybe some old crotchety theatre nerd, who knows. You huffed tilting your head back without realizing Sabo was leaning on that part of the couch reading the newspaper. He looked at you curiously “You good?”

“Physically yes, mentally no?” you sighed curling back on the couch. Sabo walked around the side to sit next to you. He gave you a soft smile before he asked “Care if I pick your brain apart?”

You shifted to lay down like you were in therapy “So, you know how I had that audition the other night?” Sabo hummed in response letting you continue “Well the director said they couldn’t cast me because of someone named “Joker”. They said that if they did he’d have their heads but I have no idea who that is and I don’t remember making any enemies in the industry.”

Sabo scratched his chin. He feels like he’s heard that name before but it wasn’t like the moniker “Joker” was unique or anything. “Peculiar indeed," he gave a light chuckle. "You've said theatre is cutthroat but I didn’t think you meant it like that.” Sabo tried to figure out whether he was imagining the familiarity of the name or if he genuinely heard it somewhere before. It wouldn’t be that weird with his line of work.

“That’s what I’m saying. I’ve worked with the director before which is why he even told me about it in the first place but the playwright and the composer are from Broadway so who knows.” you shifted to look at the blonde.

Sabo thought about it for a moment as to why the entertainment industry would have it out for a student at One Piece. Maybe if Sabo knew who’s heads would roll he could try to piece more of it together. He blinked for a second “This was for Wano Country Theatre right?” You nodded.

Wano Country Theatre is currently being overseen by Kaido of the Beasts, or simply put, Kaido Corp. The company was well known for producing obscure props and extremely detailed historically accurate weapon replicas. Nothing too out of the ordinary although they used to be good business partners with Big Mom Bakes but it didn’t really work out in the long run. Although it still doesn't lend much to who would take the hit from having you participate in the show, that was the outlier. Interesting, especially with the new development with Smile Corp but to Sabo’s knowledge Kaido doesn’t have any affiliations with Doflamingo, does he?

“Hello? Earth to Sabo?” you snapped him out of his train of thought. It might be worth looking into after all. Ivankov was in the entertainment business so there was a chance they might know something and asking Dragon if he’s heard of “Joker” wouldn’t hurt either. This actually might be the break in the case he was looking for. He gave his patented innocent smile “I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe one of the rich kids in your class paid them off and this is all one big “Joke” as one would call it.”

“Honestly I wouldn’t put it past (Rival’s/N).”

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While Sanji drove you over to the Baratie you searched the internet for what most bachelorette parties entail and it seems like you either do something boujee and lavish like a spa day or some cute homely diy thing other than that it seems the most common thing was to go clubbing or bar hopping. Comparatively renting out the Baratie and a karaoke machine was pretty good but how long would it take to be boring. You were worried that it wouldn’t be entertaining enough especially since the group was kind of divided. You scrolled for more ideas that you could do with as few resources as possible when Sanji gave his pitch.

“I could teach you guys how to mix cocktails. Might be fun. Drinking games are also fairly popular or so I’ve heard.” The look Sanji had on his face basically told you that he had ulterior motives but you were grasping at straws and it didn’t seem like half bad of an idea. “Sounds good to me, you can lead most of the activities then. Reading some of these suggestions makes it seem like a bachelorette party is just an adult slumber party. Pillow fights were even one of the suggestions here.” If only you were closer friends with everyone then it wouldn’t be that awkward. On top of that your mind was elsewhere as the date for the bachelor party approached. Not to mention you still had no idea how you were supposed to stop the wedding and you were running out of time.

Sanji dragged you out of your thoughts as he pulled into the loading dock. “I don’t mind running the show, being a good host comes with the job of being a cook but I thought every girl daydreams about this kind of stuff at one point or another. Why don’t you just do what you would have wanted for your bachelorette party?”

As you help him carry stuff in you hummed “Sure when I was a kid I hoped I’d get married one day but I never really thought about it seriously. Heck when I was a kid I didn’t even know what a bachelorette party was. Even now from my understanding it's your “Last night being single” so you celebrate it by doing things you can't do if you're married but like most of these suggestions you can still do when you're married? I don’t know, I guess I’m still naive.” A light bulb finally went off in your head. “Damn, maybe I should have hired a real stripper.” you looked Sanji up and down as he lit his cigarette. He was still wearing his casual clothes. You wonder if you still had time to convince him to wear what you brought. The blonde must have noticed you staring because he grimaced.

"Hey hey for the last time I'm not wearing the sexy bunny girl suit no matter how good my legs would look in fishnets," the moment he paused you could see the gears switch to his flirtier side. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the heart eyes because of the nature of your situation but since he was going to be surrounded by beautiful ladies all night it was expected. “Although if you and the other girls wanted to wear it I’d love to see that!” He twirled around with excitement at the prospect.

You sucked your teeth "Tsk, you're no fun." You had half a mind to tell him about Pudding’s crush to negotiate otherwise but you decided against it. The chances of that coming back to bite you in the ass was too prevalent for you to take the risk. Instead you continued to decorate the place with streamers and balloons while Sanji disappeared into the kitchen. By the time you were finally finished you hadn’t realized how late it’s gotten. They’d start arriving soon and you were still wearing your casual clothes. To be honest you didn’t really go over the dress code for tonight you just assumed everyone else would be wearing something a little more dressy. You brought a few different options just in case. As you went to change you bumped into Sanji who was fixing his hair. You’ve always known the blonde looked good in a suite but you were such a sucker for formal wear. How could anyone resist a pinstripe double-breasted business vest on top of a white button up that was rolled up to the elbow. It’s classy as hell but true to his word Sanji was sporting a pair of black lace bunny ears.

You couldn’t resist the urge to whistle “Looking good, Pudding’s gonna swoon when she sees you.”

Sanji’s face was dusted with blush as he tried to clear his throat “Y-you think so?” you only nodded walking into the lady’s room to change. Only when you were out of ear shot did you say “I know so.” A real shame she was getting married to Law. Had they met sooner, who knows what would have happened.

—

After you came out you managed to put away the extra supplies before the others started showing up. While you waited for Law’s sisters to join the group you noticed everyone sort of hit it off despite the strange set of circumstances. At least it won’t be that awkward now. By the time the three showed up, Pudding seemed like she was Nami’s new bestie. As you greeted Law’s sisters again Baby 5 gave you a hug straight away while Sugar showed off her new bear. Monet waited patiently for her turn smirking at you and pulling you into a hug. You think back to what she said at the fitting while she pulled away. She winked at you as she bounced over to the others. You have no idea if she was being serious or just messing with you and at this point you were too scared to ask.

Sanji was in heaven as he taught you all how to make some basic cocktails. Pudding's drink involved using a shaker and no matter how Sanji demonstrated the technique she just couldn't quite understand how to shake it like he was. Sanji swiftly stood behind her wrapping his arms around hers to do the motion with her. Now you understood how Monet felt watching you and Law interact. Ew, pining people. You tried not to let the thought show on your face as you sipped your drink. It was good. Maybe if your acting career failed you could pick up bartending. While everyone sampled each other's drinks you learned yours was pretty decent. All together the activity seemed fun and interesting to everyone.

After a few drinks you were ready and fired up for karaoke. Sanji brought out some appetizers while Nami started it off with “Rich Girl” by Gewn Stefani. Monet wanted to go next singing “I’m like a bird” by Nelly Furtado followed by Sugar singing "I want Candy" by Aaron Carter. Baby 5 somehow convinced you to sing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls with her and everyone had a good laugh at Robin insisting on singing "Tequila" by The Champs. Pudding couldn't decide on a song on what to sing so she passed the mic to Sanji and he sang "Mambo number 5" by Lou Bega. Afterwards, Pudding sang "Won't say I'm in love" by Alan Menken and David Zippel. Once everyone had a turn Sanji brought out the main course. You all ate, drank and sang to your heart's content. As the night continued and the drinks settled in Sanji coaxed everyone into another venture.

He rearranged everyone’s drinks around to be in front of their respective owner and with a flourish of his hand twirled an empty bottle in his hand before setting it on the table. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said “Spin the bottle, kiss or shot edition!” He took a bow like he was a genius waiting for applause. You only laughed at the gesture. Leave it to Sanji to try to get two ladies to kiss, that had to be one of his fantasies. When you glanced around the table you were stunned at the challenging expressions you received. Sugar had no interest but it seemed Robin and Baby 5 smiled suggesting it could be fun and Nami and Monet were glaring daggers at each other saying they weren’t going to lose. Pudding’s face was red and she was staring at Sanji.

She looked embarrassed but she pointed at the blonde “Y-Y-You have to play too. It’s not fair for you just to watch.” Sanji’s suave act faltered for a second before the heart eyes appeared and steam blew out of his nose. He twirled around grabbing a glass for himself. That’s how you ended up five shots in, beginning to think that you should start kissing already. With all the liquid filtering through your liver, your stomach wasn't too happy. Unfortunately the only people you seemed to land on were Pudding and Sugar. Sugar had no interest but Pudding was getting frustrated that you were the only one who kept landing on her. You didn’t want to land on her either for obvious reasons but at this point, especially with the drinks you had earlier you wanted the smooches. You had a pretty good tolerance, it was just a lot at this point in the night. The game was starting to turn more into truth, dare, shot or kiss but everyone was still surprisingly having a good time. Out of respect Sanji was kissing people on the hand or cheek when he finally landed on Pudding. Both of their faces were beet red and the rest of you gave each other knowing looks and started chanting “Kiss kiss kiss kiss” sure enough that was all the encouragement Sanji needed before he leaned into Pudding’s cheek however she caught the blonde off guard when she turned her head to face him. Everyone was screaming for one reason or another. You felt like school children it was stupid but also hilarious to watch as you took your turn next. The bottle spun for a while before slowing down everyone holding their breath for who it would land on.

Pudding was still flustered as was Sanji but Pudding managed to stutter out “Y-You can’t pass t-this one (Y/N)! If I had to, you have to kiss someone too!” The bottle finally stopped in front of Monet who for had a sly smile as she leaned over the table using her arms to press her chest out in front of her meeting you halfway “Come on (Y/N) I thought you weren’t one to back down form a challenge~”

The words swirled around in your head echoing close enough to the words Law said to you when you first arrived at Dressrosa. That's when something in you snapped, maybe it was the drinks or the fact Monet has been low key trying to flirt with you ever since Law's engagement. You doubled down and tried to wipe that smug look off Monet's face.

Everyone was squealing for for the most part all having different reactions but no one's reactions were as dramatic as Sanji’s. The blonde's nose started bleeding with an immense pressure that you're sure wasn't humanly possible as he could barely mutter something along the lines that he could die happy. What a way to end the night.

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 30

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

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Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER THRITY: CALL IT A TRUCE

There shouldn't have been any compromise needed. No terms or conditions to be added. Bucky already made a good argument: somebody out there is making super soldier serum which has already fallen into the hands of a bunch of hoodlums calling themselves 'the Flag Smashers', and if they want to prevent this from happening again, they need to find the source fast - preferably before Captain Egotistic does himself. They may not have any leads of their own yet, but they know somebody who does, so it would only make sense to go have a friendly little chat with him as their first step. That should've been logical enough for Sam and he should just consider himself lucky Bucky's even tolerating working with him on this. Why the hell do you have to be thrown into it, too?

"(Y/n) is the closest Avenger -"

"- Since when have they been an Avenger?”

“They might as well be one. They’ve put in the work not to mention our other options are limited seeing as everyone else practically fell off the face of the Earth following Thanos,” Sam has to almost jog to keep up with Bucky who makes zero effort of slowing down for him, in fact he's actually walking as fast as ‘casually’ possible in hopes that he might be able to walk right out of this conversation.

"Probably because they decided they've had their fair share of shit after that. Ever think (Y/n) might feel the same?"

Sam scoffs, "What? Like retire? Now when have you ever known them to keep their nose out of stuff like this because personally I can't think of a single example. Half the time the trick is getting them to stay on the sidelines!”

'Finally something we can agree on,' Bucky huffs, desperate for this argument to end in his favor because they've both arrived at your apartment building; the same place he's been avoiding like the plague for weeks.

Sam takes no issue in entering even when Bucky hisses his name, practically begging him not to go inside yet - that there's still more to be discussed before dragging you in with all this crap. Alas, Bucky’s forced to take a deep breath and swallow his nerves before reluctantly meeting Sam at the elevator just as it opens.

It's a quiet ride soured by Bucky's burning disdain towards Sam who looks absolutely slappable when he asks which floor your apartment is on, daring to throw in a comment about how he 'doesn't come here as often' as Bucky. It's actions like that which truly test the former Winter Soldier’s patience.

The reasonable side of him realizes he must be overreacting and can't truly blame Sam for this since he may not know what happened between the two of you…unless you told him, of course; that thought actually makes Bucky worried. Sam and you aren't particularly close, but you're still friends. What if you did tell him about your fight with Bucky and now he's going to try getting involved? It sounds like something he’d do, and it would make sense given how often he’s already brought you up in conversation. God, if Sam makes things any worse up here, Bucky swears -...This is already going to be bad enough seeing you again…

As unfazed as Bucky tries to act, he sure isn't doing a very good job. Anyone would notice the way he hesitates to exit the elevator once it arrives at your floor or how he hangs back as Sam knocks on your door - the very door that Bucky's only seen recently in his nightmares.

He could run, it isn't too late. Realistically, neither Sam nor you could catch him. He could run right back to his own apartment, barricading all the doors and windows then sitting in the dark where he just says ‘fuck it’ to all this super soldier shit. If Sam's suddenly such good friends with you now, the two of you can solve the problem alone. Bucky swore off being involved in your life and he's done good avoiding any possible scenario that might land him in your proximity, even holding back the urge to check your social medias to see if you've moved on in anyway or have gotten a new lover yet -

"- Sam? What are you doing here?" ...God help him...

You probably just woke up judging on your pajamas and the fact that you keep rubbing your eyes, trying to figure out if it is, in fact, Sam Wilson standing at the other side of your door and...

"...What's going on?" If it wasn't in your voice, then it's in your eyes. You aren't amused in the slightest, maybe even suspicious as you look Bucky up and down from where he practically hides behind Sam, keeping his own attention narrowed at the floor.

"Hey! You got a minute?" Sam pays no mind to the atmosphere, instead giving you his best smile before glancing into your apartment - a wordless signal that this is something important that should probably be discussed in private. This is something serious. Why else would these two show up together so late? Why else would Bucky show up after weeks of pretending you don't exist?

"...Sure," You step aside, Sam quickly taking the offer to enter while Bucky’s a lot slower, awkwardly shuffling past you with his head down while you fiddle with the door handle nervously.

Your apartment is exactly the way he last saw it that day, minus the box fan which must be put away somewhere. You still keep the same blanket on the couch in case you want to cuddle with something while watching movies, there's framed pictures on your wall of both families (recent plus old), and you've even managed to keep those plants in the window alive which is more impressive than what Bucky could accomplish.

Unfortunately, you also look the same as he had last seen you. You're wearing an oversized hoodie just the way you like it, your eyes dulled with sadness which you don't hide very well as you avoid looking in his direction. You even have your ring wrapped around your finger, too. He's not sure if he was looking at it too obviously or for too long, but he must've done something wrong because your opposite hand soon moves over the piece of jewelry as you hastily avoid having to greet him in favor of chasing after Sam.

"So what brings you here?" Normally you'd point out that it's both of them, throwing in a joke about how the world must be ending for them to be working together since you're well aware of their, let’s say, ‘stubborn’ relationship, but instead you're quick to the point meaning you don't want this 'friendly reunion' to last for too long, in fact you want promptly out of this situation and honesty, Bucky can't blame you.

"Have you heard of the Flagsmashers?”

"No, sounds stupid."

"Yeah well, they need to be taken seriously because they’re a terrorist group who’s been causing problems across Europe and as it turns out, at least eight of their members are super soldiers."

"What?" You stop dead in your tracks, giving a slight shake of your head in disbelief, “That's -...H-How? I thought Zemo killed all the winter soldiers? They were the only others aside from Steve -"

“- That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”

“And you’re certain they’re super soldiers?”

“Bucky and I already had a run in with them in Munich; got our asses handed to us. They’re definitely super soldiers.”

You stare at Sam, letting this information sink in with a horrified look upon your face before sighing and plopping yourself down on the couch with closed eyes. The way you pinch your nose while flipping your head back is familiar, reminding Bucky of how Hollie often expressed her frustration; a rare occurrence, at least in front of others. Seeing you react this way stabs him with guilt, only making him more certain of his belief that they shouldn’t have involved you. The thought of super soldier serum being produced and falling into the wrong hands is a stress yet another stress you don’t deserve.

Running your hand over your face, you push yourself straight and finally look back at Sam, "...So, you guys are going after them again I’m assuming?"

"Yes, and we could use your help -"

"- I don't know, Sam. I'm not a fighter, especially in the face of super humans."

"But you're one of the scientists who were behind the original serum, right?"

You purse your lips, “Not exactly. Dr. Erskine came up with the serum part himself. I just helped put the machinery together, do some calculations, and -”

“- Don’t be modest. You understood how the whole operation worked. Regardless of what your role was during it, you have more experience with the science behind super soldiers than any of us. You’re part of the reason Steve was able to become Captain America…You also helped Bucky drop the whole winter-soldier-act, too,” Sam’s careful adding in that last sentence and keeps close watch of both of your reactions when doing so.

As predicted, Bucky doesn’t seem pleased, shifting uncomfortably with a deep inhale from where he still stands barely in the living room, however if you’re upset, you don’t really show it beyond your already expressed concern over the current topic itself. Nevertheless, Sam has already learned not to trust your facial expressions. You may present yourself one way, but inside that head of yours is a minefield and it’s made no easier to decipher with you being the smartest person in this room.

“...Alright,” You sigh once more, stubbornly crossing your arms and legs over each other, “What’s the plan then? Or is getting me on board the extent of it?”

Sam would have smiled at your acceptance if not for your following question. Might as well rip the band-aid off now, “We’re gonna talk to Zemo -”

“- No.”

“I know. I don’t like it either -” Sam holds his hands up defensively, yet you don’t give him the chance.

“- There is no way in hell I’d work with that felon - Not after everything he did especially to my family,” You hiss each word, your eyes narrowed in anger. Sam just nods, trying to think of a suitable argument because he worries this could very well be the move that loses your support.

“He’s our only option,” For the first time, Bucky decides to be more than a silent shadow, earning your direct attention which looks particularly irked. Surely he’s the last person you expected to be in favor of seeing Zemo again. You might even feel betrayed to hear the defensive coming from his mouth after all that effort you had put into protecting him from the very man years ago.

You maintain fierce eye contact with Bucky, almost as if you’re trying to telepathically change his mind by glaring long enough. Fortunately, he does better than he thought he would meeting your gaze, only hesitating slightly when he speaks again, “...I’m no longer the Winter Soldier.”

You blink, your eyes suddenly softening in regret, “...I know, but still. There’s more than one way he can get inside your head. It doesn’t have to be with that.”

“You don’t have to keep worrying about me -”

“- Of course I’m going to worry about you, Bucky, I -”

“- And I’m telling you to stop it!” He snaps, quickly hating the sound of his own voice. It makes your eyes grow wide, then sad as you look down at your hands which you fiddle with. Even Sam is caught off guard despite having known what he was getting himself into by bringing you two together again.

After giving Bucky a glare which makes him look away in shame, Sam joins you on the couch, his voice gentle - a huge contrast to the shout you had just received, “Look. You don’t have help if you don’t want to. I…We understand that it might be a lot for you. The truth is, we have no leads right now, but we need to find out where this serum is coming from asap - preferably before John Walker does, too.”

“Who -?”

“- Doesn’t matter. What does is that we could really use your help if you're willingly. Even if that’s just your professional option on how the serum works and where we should be looking.”

You frown, playing with the ring upon your finger in thought before nodding, “...I want to help in any way that I can. I feel like it’s my responsibility seeing as I aided in the serum's creation. If that means I have to face Zemo again, then so be it. I just can’t promise I’ll be friendly or even civil.”

“Hey, that’s good enough for me,” Sam smiles, glancing at Bucky who simply crosses his arms in defeat.

With a deep inhale, you find the strength to stand up and master your best smile, “Well then, boys, let's get started then, shall we?”

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