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litrallytyrus · 10 months

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jan x richard headcanons bc i have to talk about them somewhere or i will literally explode!

jan always sends richard stupid pictures of like a dog and a cat cuddling in bed with the caption “us” and richard will reply with something dumb like “you wish” but he secretly finds it incredibly endearing and takes screenshots of the messages <3

jan keeps at least one bottle of wine in his fridge at his place (even though he hates how wine tastes and thinks it’s obnoxiously expensive) so richard can have a drink whenever he comes over

also whenever they sleep over at each other’s places richard always finds a way to steal jan’s shirt/hoodie for the night

while we’re on the topic . every hoodie richard owns was jan’s at one point

they call each other pet names in their respective native languages :3 … most commonly jan calls richard “liefje” and richard calls jan “mon amour” or “mon ange”

in the beginning jan was insecure about being in a relationship with richard because growing up he was never really that romantic and just generally never connected that well with most people …. even after they’ve been together a while he still gets nervous about not giving richard what he deserves … richard thinks it’s a silly fear for jan to have :]

at away matches they always find a way to sneak into each other’s hotel room at night! one time colin catches richard coming out of what he thought was jan’s room in the morning wearing only boxers and an oversized tshirt but he doesn’t even second-guess it bc sometimes he would go to isaac’s room when he couldn’t sleep so he just shrugs and moves on

richard has a whole playlist of french love songs that remind him of jan and it’s titled like “blonde idiot” or something

which reminds me RICHARD FLIRTS BY BEING MEAN! and once jan catches on he is just indestructible to richard insulting him … once in the locker room jan saw that richard was struggling to get something from his top locker so he reaches to get it for him and richard just scowls at him and tells him he is freakishly unnaturally tall and that he’ll probably die young because of it and jan just gets this stupid lovesick smile on his face and dani is watching it all like ?

jan’s love language is either physical touch or quality time . . maybe both . . he is a huge fan of spending a quiet night in cuddling in bed with richard :>

richard’s love language is definitely physical touch like he takes any excuse he can to put his hands on jan …. but secondary to physical touch is words of affirmation i think … but like words of affirmation specifically from jan …. getting a compliment from someone who couldn’t lie to save his life really does something for richard

okay that’s it for now … the janchard brainrot is so strong tonight sorry

#and if u see any of these ideas in my janchard fic that i will be finishing in the next month ……… well #just call this a little foreshadowing 🤭#fr tho um sorry to like 95% of my followers who don’t care about my gay soccer people #actually nevermind apology revoked #this is MY tumblr and i will write gibberish about whatever gay people i want to!!!!#enjoy janchard nation i love u all mwah #richard montlaur #jan maas #jan x richard #richard x jan #janchard #ted lasso

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maelysgriffonne · 6 months

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So I created this AU a bit of months ago but I'm only posting it here now so yeah........

Anyway here you go the...

Peter Afton AU

Okay so background first then I will show some (a lot) of little fact about this au

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William Afton and Mary Fitzpatrick married each other in there early 20. A year after there marriage Mary got pregnant with twins, Michael and Peter. But sadly William and Mary's marriage was failing and has the twins where just 5 month old William and Mary divorced. Mary manage to keep Peter but lost custody over Michael to William.

Sometime after Mary moved to New York where she will meet Richard Parker again and both married when Peter was just one years old. Mary and Richard both work in S.H.I.E.L.D and were the second best group of spy Nick Fury could have. But when Peter was 4 years old Mary and Richard where send into a mission and both died in a plain crash by the hand of H.Y.D.R.A. Peter was send to live with Richard older brother Ben Parker and his wife May, while William heard about Mary's death he tries to get Peter custody back but lost to Ben and May. William also remarried, to a woman name Clara Shmitd and with her he had another pare of twins Evan and Elizabeth. Michael was left to the side and neglected by both his farher and stepmother, he quickly grew jealous of his two stepsiblings and even start to be mean to them.

After that the event of Fnaf and Spider-Man plays out the same. For Mike, Elizabeth dies, then Evan dies by accident because of Mike, William still kills the kids and Charlie and still send Mike to die, Mike work has an night-guard under Fazbear's Entertainment witg different name. Henry open FFPS with the help of Mike. For Peter, he got bit by the spider, Ben still dies in Peter arms, he became Spider-Man and meet Tony who became is mentor and father figure. Infinity Wars and Endgame still happened with Tony surviving, Far From Home also still happen bur No Way Home never does because the spell was done correctly the first time and only the main people remember Peter is Spidey so May lives.

But has FFPS open Mike and Henry need a day guard because Henry is taking care of Fazbear's Entertainment and Mike is the manager and night guard of the pizzeria. The pizzeria is located in New York because Fazbear's Entertainment moved locations. So Peter saw the had and decide it would do him some help to have a job, especially to help May. Has he enter the pizzeria to get the job Henry saw him and mistook him for Mike with the illusion disk one, Peter tries to tell him it's not him but Mike enter at the moment making the three of the confused. Peter get to introduce himself and Henry apologized. Peter got the job and little by little both Mike and Peter discovered the blood relation.

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And now facts:

Peter and Michael are identical twins but they're also sadly very similar to William.

William was a violent man, while he never hit Evan nor Elizabeth, he would physically and mentaly abused Clara and Michael.

After Evan death and Liz disappearance (death) Mike became extremely anxious and nervous till his own death.

Mike has autism while Peter has ADHD.

Both Mike and Peter are freakishly tall, standing at 6,8 feet tall. They also both taller than there parents, William is 6,6 feet tall while Mary is 5,6.

While Mike is very flexible because of the whole scooper thing Peter is still way more flexible because of the spider bite.

William is deathly afraid of spiders while Peter is fascinated by them.

Michael is the oldest by 12 minutes, Peter hate it.

Both has a similar birth mark at the same place (lower back, left side)

Mike and Peter eyes can glow in the dark, Mike because of Ennard and Peter because of his spidery side.

At first William wanted to name Peter Matthew but he finally let Mary choose the name since he already chooses for Michael.

William, Henry, Tony and Rhody all meet in M.I.T but William and Tomy absolutely loathed eachother.

The second year into M.I.T they meet Mary, Richard, Happy and Pepper. William immediately feel in love with Mary who when they first meet beat his british ass.

William was extremely jealous of Richard since he was very close to Mary.

Richard and Mery reunited at S.H.I.E.L.D since Mary decided to joined has an after beginning in the C.I.A, Richard joined but has a scientist. Both died by the Finisher in a plain crash orchestrated by H.Y.D.R.A.

Tony is Peter God father, Tony loves it and William hates it.

When William tried to get Peter's custody, he came back later the same day with a noticeable red shoes mark on his face, left by May right shoes.

Mike favorite Avengers is Hawkeye and Peter totally did not told him to embarrassed Mike.

Michael and Peter relationship is "I will annoyed you to hell and back but if anything happen to you I will burnt this world down".

Both are addiction coffee.

Even if Michael scars are bigger, Peter has way more scars than him because of his superhero/vigilanty work.

Peter help Mike with his self loves especially with how Mike saw his own scares.

Both are disaster bisexual but Peter is also polymorus. Mike and Jeremy are dating while Peter is with both MJ, Harry and Wade (Deadpool). MJ and Harry also loves eacheother but they loves Wade in a platonic way while Wade only loves Peter but also like MJ and Harry in a platonic way.

Both can do a very creepy ass smile that they got from William, they called it "William cursed smile".

Mike learn French and Korean while Peter learn Spanish, Italian and Russian.

Both Mike and Peter has heterochromia, one eye is Mary's brown while the other is William's blue. But Mike eyes became purple because of his death.

Peter can ramble for hours about anything while for Mike is need to be a specific subject he is hyperfocusing on at the moment.

Peter has three pet spiders, Nat, Drone and V and he also has a pet snake named Loki (after his favorite trickster of course). Mike has a cat nem Ombre (french for shadow).

Both has a bad habit to descalate stressful and terrifying moments with quips, wits and jocks.

Peter is allergic to peppermint and cinnamon while Mike is allergic to peanuts.

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Few that finish..... actually no because I have a little drawing on how Mike and Peter look like, here you go.

Now it's finish. (Ps I know the heterochromia doesn't show un the drawing, I made it before this change and couldn't change it)

If you want to tell me your thought about or just ask about this AU feel absolutely free to do it.

#mal write #mal draws #this au was quite fun to make and still is when i comeback to it from time to time #peter afton au #michael afton #peter parker

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Drinking Buddies

Masterlist

--- If Jason ends up going home with someone, call me and I’ll come pick you up.

Y/N read the text from her boyfriend with a smirk. He’d sent it 20 minutes ago, but she was just now seeing it.

It was the only message Dick had sent her all night, always trying to give her the independence and space she needed.

Dick was always amused by Y/N and Jason’s little “club.” It even became an ongoing joke within the family. But Dick also knew that there was something sincere underneath it, as well.

Dick realized early in their relationship that there were some things in Y/N’s past he could never fully understand or help her with. Yes, he had his own trauma. But it didn’t involve abuse. His parents had died, but there wasn’t a day before that when Dick felt unloved by them.

Jason and Y/N had parallel childhoods: abusive parents, fighting to survive on the streets of Gotham, robbed of a happy and sheltered adolescence. Unfortunately, they were both victims of the darkness that Gotham held. The same darkness that drove both of them to risk their lives to stop it from continuing.

Outsiders probably thought it was weird for a man to let his girlfriend go out with his younger brother alone. Especially when said brother was as tall and handsome and broody as Jason Todd. But Dick felt more comfortable doing that than when Y/N had girls’ nights. At least with Jason, Dick knew that Y/N would be safe.

But Dick also knew Jason needed a friend just as much as Y/N did.

--- I doubt that will happen. But I promise I’ll call you if it does.

Y/N typed back.

--- You’re a freakishly good wing woman. Don’t underestimate yourself.

Dick texted back instantly.

--- Have fun. Be safe. I love you.

He double texted.

--- I love you, too.

Y/N answered before slipping her phone back into her small purse.

“He’s so obsessed with you,” Jason commented without needing to ask who had her smiling down at her phone.

But Y/N wasn’t taking the bait that easily. “Good thing I’m obsessed with him, too.”

“He’s probably sitting at home and crying because he misses you so much.”

Y/N punched Jason in the arm. And it felt like punching a wall rather than a human being with skin, muscle, and fat. “Stop being mean. I didn’t come out with you to listen to Dick get ripped on.”

Jason gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re right. I wanted a drinking buddy.”

“Yes,” she agreed. But then she narrowed her eyes. “But you always wanted to talk to me about a woman.”

“I never said that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I have female intuition.” But her amusement and teasing faded. “Is it Artemis?”

Jason’s body tensed and gulped down the rest of his whiskey.

“That obvious, huh?” He asked slowly, his embarrassment was easily caught.

“No, it’s not, actually. I’ve just been paying attention.”

“I told you I hated her and that she drives me to insanity,” Jason scoffed.

“Yeah, and I knew that was your sexual tension speaking,” Y/N teased with a tilt of her head and a smirk before taking a sip of her drink.

Jason chuckled at that. “You’re not wrong…”

“So,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms with interest. “Tell me about her.”

“She’s an Amazon. And a badass. She’s tall – taller than me, actually. Red hair. Doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Loves to pick a fight. Loves to get her way even more.” Jason sighed. “And…she’s beautiful,” he finished with. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

“OK. Now that you’ve basically given me her dating app bio,” Y/N ridiculed. “Get to the good shit.”

Jason glared at her.

But he took in a deep breath. “We’ve been…” he didn’t know how to put it politely.

“Fucking?” Y/N offered.

“Fine! Yes, alright?” He growled. “It was just casual at first. Friends with benefits – or whatever.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her laugh from escaping.

“Jason, even though you try really hard to pretend to be a heartless hard-ass, you and I both know that you’re actually a hopeless romantic. So why you thought you were capable of having a fuck buddy, without falling in love with them, is beyond me.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration. “I know. I fucking know, OK?”

Y/N finally decided to have some sympathy and gripped his shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine, bud.”

“Am I? I hate this. I feel like such an idiot. I don’t want to mess this up. But I also don’t want to keep pretending like I’m not in love with her.”

It was moments like these where Y/N truly forgot that Jason was also the Red Hood, one of Gotham’s most feared vigilantes. He was also a murderer, if she was being transparent. But right now, he just seemed like a lost young man, terrified of his own feelings.

“Why don’t you get us another round and I’ll put some music on the jukebox? And then we’ll figure out your shit,” she offered.

Jason smiled. “Deal.”

There were at one of the roughest dive bars in Gotham.

Jason was a regular – as was almost everyone else that was there.

He already made his reputation known.

And even though on the outside he looked like a helpless pretty boy, the bar patrons learned rather quickly not to pick a fight with Jason Todd. Not that most of them wanted to, he was a perfectly polite guy and tipped far too nicely for the shit service he got there.

Y/N made her way to the vintage jukebox and started scrolling through her options.

“What are you picking? Justin Bieber?” A froggish voice said to her right.

Y/N paused to give him a glare. “Is that because I’m a woman?”

This was negging. And Y/N hated this pick up tactic more than any cheesy line.

The man shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you put on something good.”

“Oh, I will,” Y/N snapped before turning her attention back to the songs.

“How about I help you DJ and then you let me buy you a drink?” He muttered far too closely to her ear.

It made a chill go up her spine and she suddenly felt ill.

“No thanks.”

“Come on. One drink,” he grabbed her wrist.

Y/N whipped her attention back to him and tried to tug her wrist away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she growled.

But his grip tightened.

“Get your hands off her,” Jason barked suddenly from behind her.

Jason had at least 5 inches on the guy and was probably twice his weight.

It was enough to make the man immediately drop Y/N’s wrist. “Maybe don’t leave your girl alone…”

“She’s not ‘my girl.’ She’s my brother’s girlfriend,” Jason corrected with a glare.

He wanted to say more, but he could tell by Y/N’s body language that she didn’t want to start a scene, hating all the eyes that were already on them.

The man had given up.

But not before both of them heard him mutter, “Fuckin’ whore.”

Without missing a beat, Jason punched him in the face.

The hit knocked the guy off his feet and possibly knocked out a few teeth.

So much for not causing a scene…

“Say another word about her and I won’t use my hands next time,” Jason practically spit down to him.

Then he slyly opened up his jacket to show that he had a gun on him.

The guy didn’t need to hear anything else. He jumped to his feet and tried not to run out of the place.

A beat passed before Y/N erupted into laughter.

“Oh, Jason! Oh, my knight in shining armor! You saved me!” Y/N put the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically as she mocked him.

“I should’ve let him grope you,” Jason mumbled as he led them back to their seats.

They both knew he didn’t mean it.

“Dick’s been showing me some self defense, you know.” Y/N beamed proudly as she took a sip of her new drink.

The bartender came over and silently offered them a free round of shots, proving that he’d seen the exchange. And this was his way of apologizing for their troubles.

Jason nodded his head in thanks before handing one of them to Y/N.

“Yeah?” He played dumb.

She nodded excitedly.

They clinked their shot glasses together before throwing them back.

“You know Dick would have my ass if I hadn’t intervened, right?” He asked her.

She sighed. “Yeah, I know. He’s overprotective like that.”

“I’d be the same way,” Jason agreed.

“Even if it was with an Amazon, who was bigger and stronger and had lived for hundreds of years?” Y/N teased, reminding him that she wasn’t done talking about his love life.

“Even then,” he smirked.

The night went on as normal.

Y/N asked Jason a million questions about Artemis.

And together, they came up with a game plan.

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Dick was working on his computer.

Gray sweatpants on. No shirt. A couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table where his feet were propped up.

He wanted to lie to himself and believe he was waiting up for Y/N to make sure she got home safe. But he knew Jason would die before he left anything happen to her – especially on his watch.

No, Dick didn’t bother trying to go to sleep because he basically couldn’t when Y/N was gone.

Even if he was in bed and she was still up working or walking around the apartment, it was like Dick could feel her presence and that was enough. He needed her to sleep, even if she wasn’t right next to him.

Dick smiled when he heard the loud clattering of keys failing to match with the slot of the lock.

Finally the apartment door opened.

“Special delivery for Richard John Grayson!” Y/N screamed in a slur before he even could see her.

“Shh!” Jason hushed quickly. “He’s probably sleeping.”

But when they rounded the corner, Jason relaxed at the sight of Dick being wide awake.

Y/N was piggybacking Jason with a drunk smile.

“Looks like you two had fun,” Dick commented with a laugh.

“So much fun,” Y/N agreed.

But then she was squirming and Jason realized she wanted off. He released his protective grip on the back of her thighs and carefully dropped her to her feet.

Y/N sprinted to her boyfriend and tackled him into a hug on the couch.

Thankfully Dick saw this coming and had quickly moved the laptop off his lap before she crushed it.

“Well hello to you too,” Dick chuckled as she wrapped her body on top of his like a koala bear.

He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.

“I’m very tired. And Jason wouldn’t get me Taco Bell,” she whined.

Jason looked offended and held his hands up in surrender. “I did try to get you Taco Bell, but it was closed.”

“He’s lying,” Y/N whispered.

“OK,” Dick managed to suppress his laughter. “How about we get you into bed and maybe chug some water?” Dick asked her softly.

She just nodded into his neck.

“Alright. Here we go,” Dick warned her before he managed to lift both of them off of the couch and carry her to their bedroom.

He helped her out of her clothes and then got her into one of his big t-shirts, not bothering with shorts or pants. He managed to convince her to take out her contacts before he handed her a makeup removal wipe. Then he very nicely asked her to drink some water for him.

“I’m gonna go say bye to Jason and then I’ll be right back,” he whispered as he tucked her into bed.

Y/N sleepily nodded. “Jason punched a creepy dude for me. So be extra nice to him, K?”

Dick sighed.

Of course Jason did.

When Dick walked out of the bedroom, his younger brother was chugging a glass of water in their kitchen.

“You punched a dude?” Dick asked as he crossed his arms and gave him a suspicious look.

Jason shrugged. “Just another asshole who didn’t know the word no.”

“Thanks. For always looking out for her, I mean.”

Jason nodded.

“You spending the night?” Dick asked.

They purposely rented a place that had a guest bedroom. It was rather common for someone from his family to crash. A lot of the time it was someone hiding from Bruce out of spite and needed some space from the manor.

“Nah. I just wanted to make sure she got home. I’m walking back to my place.”

Dick nodded, expecting that to be his response.

But Jason seemed to be lingering for some reason.

“You OK?” Dick asked him after a few moments.

“Yeah! Yeah, I just…Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How do you make sure you don’t fuck it up?”

Jason didn’t need to clarify that ‘it’ was Dick’s relationship with Y/N.

Dick scratched the back of his head. This wasn’t a usual subject for him and Jason. They almost never talked about women with each other.

“I guess I just…” he thought about it for a moment. “I’m honest with her. So she never questions where we’re at. She always knows how I feel. And then it’s never scary for her.”

Jason nodded his head, clearly deep in thought as he mulled over Dick’s answer.

“I’ll see you guys later,” he finally said his goodbyes.

“Get home safe, yeah?”

Jason scoffed. “Always do.”

Dick locked the door behind his brother.

When he made his way back to the bedroom, Y/N appeared to be passed out.

But when Dick crawled into the other side, she instantly moved to him and placed a kiss on his bare chest.

“Hi,” she sighed sleepily.

“Hi,” he kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. “What’s up with Jason?”

She smiled with her eyes closed. “Can’t tell you. It’s club business.”

Dick rolled his eyes and shook his head.

He tickled her sides.

“Noooo,” Y/N whined as she buried her face into his chest.

Dick only stopped because her reaction was so adorable.

“I’m kidding,” she breathed her surrender. “Your brother…is in love.”

“In love, huh?” Dick said in awe, processing the idea.

“And what advice did you give him?” He asked.

But when he looked down, he realized Y/N was now actually asleep.

Dick kissed her cheek and mentally reminded himself to run to the store early tomorrow so he could make them a greasy breakfast. He could only assume Y/N was going to need it with the inevitable hangover from a night drinking with Jason Todd.

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warrioroflondonbelow · 3 years

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ericbrandonrp asked: 🔮

Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind: ACCEPTING

II @ericbrandonrp

‘Jesus Christ, how did I not realize how bloo’y tall Eric is? I’m not even short. I’m average height. Eric is just freakishly tall. It should be illegal to be tha’ tall. I mean... How does he not have to duck every time he enters a room? Surely, he’ll get a concussion with his head knockin’ into doorways and wha’ not. Seriously, wha’ the hell are they pumpin’ in the wa’er in Ireland? Or maybe it’s the meat there?-- Speakin’ of meat, wha’ the hell is for dinner I’m starvin’....-- Wait. He’s been talkin’ this entire time? Wha’ has he been sayin’!? Shite, shite, shite, he’s waitin’ for an answer. Just nod, Richard. He won’t notice.’

“Aye. Sure. Totally agree. Uh-huh. Wha’ever ye’ say, mate,” nodded Richard, who was definitely paying attention the entire time to whatever Eric had said. A hundred percent.

#ericbrandonrp #//tbh whenever richard is around eric it's probably 50% mad and jumbled ramblings in his mind//#//and the other 50% is just confused scottish noises xD//#//thank god eric isnt a mind reader huh? :))//#1920;au #answered ask;

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years

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Android psyche

This was prompted by the amazing @detroitbecomestickman! Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: human, coffeeshop

‘Hey, Tina, running late?’ ‘Fuck you Gavin, my bike had a flat tire, you know how it is. And I’m still on time.’ ‘Fine, I let the two minutes slide’, Gavin chuckled, bowing his head exaggeratedly. ‘Could you wipe the tables for me? I’ll go open up the shop.’ ‘On it, Sir’, Tina mock-saluted and grabbed rag and towel.

They were a good team. What Gavin lacked in customer service, Tina made up for him. He had other qualities: Without having to boast, he made the best coffee in all of Detroit. Even if his coffee shop was small, the knowledge had spread fast. And with the Wayne State University just around the corner, they couldn’t complain. Most days they had too much to do anyway and Gavin often thought about hiring another barista.

It was Thursday again, and Gavin told Tina to check on their Thirium reserves. They had a lot of regulars, but the newest addition was a group of androids on Thursdays. On point four pm they entered, mass ordering thirium coffee and retreating to a large table in the back. Gavin often found himself staring at them. At that time, their rhythm had always slowed down with little to no costumers and a lot of time for cleaning before the shop closed. ‘Why don’t you go over and talk to him?’, Tina whispered, elbowing him in the side. ‘What? No! What do you even mean?’ Tina laughed. ‘Gavin, I know you keep staring at that man and if you don’t speak to him soon, I will trap you both in this shop until the next morning!’ ‘Tina!’ She was right of course. There in that group of androids sat a remarkably handsome man. Neatly dressed in mostly black and white and the odd silver jewellery, freakishly tall, he was exactly Gavin’s type. Except that he likely was an android. ‘I won’t walk up to a group of androids and talk to one!’ ‘You don’t even know he is an android; he has no LED. Also, what’s the matter with that? They are persons now!’ ‘Tina, will you shut up? I won’t creep up on my costumers, that’s all!’

It still didn’t help keeping his eyes by himself. The man was handsome and looked even better when he laughed – what he did often. The android group spend their time here talking and laughing with each other. The group sometimes changed, some androids being absent, others there for the first time. But the man was a constant. And he seemed to ask them questions and take notes with no one betting an eye. Gavin had said they were students working on a project, although he didn’t know whether universities even accepted androids.

Regardless, Gavin only watched them and never talked to them except when taking their orders. It went on for several weeks, before their Thursday android-bingo-group changed pattern. This time it was only the man Gavin had kept an eye on. Gavin missed how he entered because he had to run to the toilet and saw him sitting on a table for two. He shrugged and returned behind the counter. Maybe he was waiting for his friends. But four pm passed. Half past four passed. And as the shop started to get more and more empty, the man started crying silently. No sobs, no hitching breath, just tears. Gavin didn’t know what to do, normally Tina was the one to handle these cases. He was more the the-shop’s-closing-phck-off man.

But the woman just nudged him forwards. ‘Come on, Gav, this is your chance. You know our policy! Everyone leaves happy unless they are rude, then they just leave.’ ‘Tina I-‘ ‘No. I watched you long enough’, Tina stood her ground. ‘You go talk to that man or I quit.’ ‘Tina…’ ‘Just go, idiot!’ So, he went. If anything, the man would stop crying and go on his way.

He walked up to the table, fidgeting with his small notebook. ‘Hey, I’m sorry, but could I bring you something?’, Gavin then asked, as he stood before the sniffling man. ‘It’s on the house.’ ‘What?’ The stranger lifted his head, quickly wiping his tears away, embarrassed. Despite the teary voice, it sounded soft. Beautiful even. ‘It seemed you had a bad day. Maybe something to cheer you up?’, Gavin tried again. The man looked at the desk, then up at him, slightly confused. ‘Why?’ ‘Hey, we wouldn’t exist if we just sold coffee’, Gavin chuckled. ‘Couldn’t compete with the big chains, you know? Usually my co-worker is better with this than me, but oh well.’ The man hummed, then leaned back folding his hands under the table. ‘A hot chocolate, please? With cream?’ Gavin stalled for a bit, before he nodded. ‘Oh. Okay, coming right up.’ He was already turning to get back to the counter, as the man held him back. ‘Wait.’ ‘Hm?’ ‘Why is that so surprising to you? My order I mean.’

Gavin quickly took out his phone to text Tina the order and to mull over whether or not telling the man he thought he was an android would be considered offensive. ‘Well, to be honest, I thought you were an android? I’m so sorry, I like androids, my best friends are- okay, that’s a lie, my worst enemies are androids’, he babbled thinking back at Connor, the android he had to pay the rent for this shop. ‘Err… Anyways, I mean-‘ He sighed. ‘Sorry for rambling, I don’t mean you or androids any offense.’

The man was smiling at him, amused about his awkward stammering. ‘You are cute’, he chuckled into the silence following, only to blush in embarrassment and slap his hand on his mouth. ‘Shit, I’m sorry, that’s inappropriate.’ Gavin wanted to disagree, but that was when Tina came with two mugs, one hot chocolate and one cappuccino. She put both down on the table, pressed his shoulders down, so Gavin would sit on the vacant chair and winked at him. He in turn now was red as a tomato and scratched his neck. ‘I… I don’t think it is. You-’ He gulped. ‘You are cute too, you know, when you’re… not crying?’

‘Heh, yeah, I think anyone would be’, the man said. ‘I’m Richard, by the way. Most people call me Nines though.’ ‘Gavin.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Gavin.’ He smiled, taking a sip from his cup. ‘Why did you think I was an android? I don’t have an LED.’ ‘Hmm, they don’t need to have them anymore. And you met with a lot of androids here.’ ‘Right…’ Nines’ smile faltered. ‘That… likely won’t happen anymore.’ ‘Really? Why?’, Gavin asked. ‘Sounded like you enjoyed the company.’ ‘I did. I am a psychology student, you know? But I’m not interested in human psyche, that has been thoroughly researched already. I am fascinated by deviancy and an android’s perspective on trauma. Unfortunately, some higher-ups decided android psyche is just bits and bytes and nothing I should spent my time with. They told me to become a programmer if I wanted to work with computers.’

Gavin lifted a brow. ‘Isn’t that racist nowadays?’ ‘Yeah, pretty sure it is. But I don’t think I can pull this argument when all my work, all my studies are suddenly invalidated. It’s always hard to see your dreams shattering. But I’ll pull myself up again. Find something else to do.’ Gavin thought about it. ‘But can you not still do your research?’ ‘With what funds? The university isn’t willing to pay me, because I may have told a certain professor to go fuck himself.’ He told this so deadpan, Gavin just had to laugh, thankful not to have any coffee in his mouth at that time. ‘Shit’, he wheezed. His futile attempts at getting himself back under control had Nines grinning. ‘Okay, that’s one way to go… But why not ask Cyberlife for help?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Well, if I know one thing, no one says no to money. And Cyberlife wants to polish their image since the revolution. They try to become service providers for androids. I believe they would be happy to invest in android psychologists or research there. In the very end, it’s at least worth a shot before giving up completely, isn’t it?’

The man in front of him frowned, slowly nodding along. ‘That… might actually work… Thank you! I will try that! How do you know that much about Cyberlife?’ Gavin cringed. ‘Hmm. My brother is the CEO…’ ‘Your brother is Elijah Kamski?’ Gavin looked around whether anyone had heard Nines. Thankfully most other patrons were too occupied with their personal talks. ‘My half-brother and I hate him, okay?’, Gavin hissed. ‘We see each other on Christmas and birthdays and it never ends well.’ ‘Wow, I never thought-‘ ‘That Kamski’s brother owns a shitty coffee-shop?’, Gavin asked, ready to re-evaluate his opinion on Nines. ‘No! It’s not shitty at all. No, I didn’t think Kamski’s brother would be… normal.’ ‘You mean boring?’ ‘No, I didn’t say that. I like normal. You don’t know what people are running around at campus.’ He looked down on his empty mug. ‘Err… It was a pleasure talking to you, I… I have a few e-mails to write now. Thank you for everything, you don’t know how much this means to me.’

‘Come again to tell me how it went?’, Gavin asked, standing up after Nines. ‘Of course!’ The man grinned from one ear to the other but kneaded his hands. He rocked a bit back and forth, then stepped up to Gavin for a hug. ‘Thank you, gotta go!’ With that he near sprinted out of the shop, leaving an overwhelmed Gavin standing there.

‘See?’, Tina teased, walking up to him to get their mugs. ‘That’s what can happen when you finally begin talking to people!’ ‘Oh shut up!’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Tina Chen #I don't know if littlehazzacurls is still here but I still want to write that coffeeshop AU from that prompt aaaa #what was it? Something with Are you here often I work here #damn I don't know the number #But it will be written some day!

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piratekenway · 7 years

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For the Softer World prompts, either 31 for Anakin or 34 for Anakin/Padme?

for this AU. also, the long-awaited appearance of Padmé Amidala!

34: When you’re around I don’t know how to hide my feelings. I count in binary, in my head. zero one one zero one one and you count clouds (while you count clouds)

title: and you count clouds

–

Say there are over seven billion people in the world, at this moment. Say that there are three hundred twenty five million people in the United States of America alone, and that there are eight million people in New York City alone, all minding their own business, not counting the ones only passing by.

Now say there’s a woman out there, with warm brown eyes and a smile like the sun. Her hair’s pinned back, her touch is light, and her breath comes easy and tickles against tanned skin.

Now say she still loves him.

Anakin knows he can’t. Not for sure. It’s an untested hypothesis, or so he’ll claim, and it doesn’t bear testing because he knows, for a fact, that Padmé died because of him. And she knows that, he’s sure. And–

And most days he can’t even look himself in the mirror. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to look her in the eye, doesn’t want to think about what he might find there–anger, hatred, fear.

He hadn’t. He hadn’t meant to.

But he’d done it anyway.

Love won’t save you, he thinks, viciously, looking up from the sink and at his reflection in the mirror.

Except it had. Except he can listen to Darcy pontificate about some movie he happens to be in all day and even she’ll return to the point that Luke had saved him, because he’d loved him. He’d seen something worth loving, in the ruined creature Anakin Skywalker had become, and pulled it out into the light.

He looks down again.

He doesn’t know if Padmé will see the same thing. He doesn’t think so, but a treacherous little part of him thinks, she might, she might, she might.

But it’s a pipe dream.

“Stop thinking about it,” he tells himself. His voice reverberates in the bathroom. “Get to work. There’s eight million people in this city, you’re not going to run into her on the street.”

He’ll run into a number of other things on the street, first. Not her. Never her.

He’s not sure if he should be grateful for that.

–

He doesn’t run into her on the street.

–

One of the fun things about being a Respected Scientist, with many frequently-cited (and frequently-plagiarized, you’re welcome desperate college students) papers to his name and a number of schools clamoring for his attention, is that sometimes, he’s asked to come judge entries at a science fair. For example: Columbia University, his alma mater, is holding a science fair.

Okay, they’re calling it a science and engineering expo, not a fair, but it’s definitely a fair. He knows it from the second he steps onto the grounds and smells food, the scent of it beckoning him closer.

“Wait up,” Darcy complains behind him. Anakin chuckles, slows his stride down to let her catch up. “Why do you have to be freakishly tall? Jerk.”

“You don’t complain when it’s Ahsoka,” he says.

“Because she’s my girlfriend,” says Darcy. Duh, she doesn’t add, but Anakin sees it when she rolls her eyes skyward. “Ooh, what’re they cooking? Do you know?”

“Flavored fries,” says Anakin.

“Jedi stuff?” says Darcy.

“No,” says Anakin, pointing at a slightly pitiful banner that’s hanging on to the stand by a thread, flapping sadly in the wind. “They’ve got a banner.”

Darcy glares up at him, but follows anyway. “So Ahsoka and Selvig are busy setting up the table and arguing with the other judges,” she starts, and Anakin lets her chatter at him while he orders their food, breaking into her rant only to ask her what she’ll be having.

She keeps it up even once they find a table, and just in time too, because there’s just the one left. Fries are popular, apparently.

“You hoping to see anything this year?” says Darcy, sitting down as Anakin pulls his notebook out from his bag.

“A working hyperdrive,” he shoots back, sitting down as well and opening the notebook. “Barring that, an EM drive. I know NASA’s working on one right now, I keep hearing people talking about that.”

“Good luck with that,” Darcy snorts. “What else?”

“Maybe a chocolate volcano,” says Anakin, dryly, scribbling equations in his notebook. “Like a high schooler’s volcano project, except with more chocolate.”

“That’d be the day,” says Darcy, dreamily.

Anakin hums in answer. “Anyway, a few years back Dr. Connors came up with splicing animal genes onto humans as a cure for whatever disease you might think of, and got Oscorp to pick him up for it.” He looks up from his notebook, twirls his pen in between his fingers. “I know there’s a few other entries going that route, now that he’s kind of gone off the deep end, I figure maybe one of them will get picked.”

“Why’d they ask you to judge, then?” says Darcy, propping her chin up on her hand. “Genetics isn’t your thing.”

“Because technically this is a general science fair,” says Anakin, “and they at least need to give off the appearance of being fair.” He shrugs. “Anyway, I get a free lunch, a plaque with my name on it, and a chance to show Richards up, so really, I’m not complaining.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Darcy says, with a snort of laughter.

Anakin looks back down at his notebook with a smile, and starts absently writing another equation, P = 2πr / v, solve for the value of v if r is 10 and P is–

“Excuse me, is anyone else sitting here?”

Anakin looks up.

His pen clatters to the table.

Padmé. Padmé is standing in front of him, holding a Coke can, asking if he’s willing to let her sit at his table, and her eyes grow wide when their gazes lock, and his throat goes dry. She’s changed, he thinks, there’s a streak of grey in her hair, almost permanent dark circles under her eyes, but she’s as radiant as she ever was, and all he can think of is her warm brown eyes and her soft skin and her laugh like bells and the diameter of the sun, 139100 kilometers 1.3914 billion meters–

“Sure, you can definitely sit here!” Darcy chirps, unmindful of Anakin’s inner crisis. “And–holy shit! Kirsten fucking McDuffie, is that you?”

“Hey, Darcy,” chirps another girl, with light brown skin, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I got out of the publishing business, thanks to Ms. Avery here.”

“Congrats,” says Darcy. “Hi, Miss–”

“Patricia Avery,” says Padmé, still staring at him.

Darcy pauses, looks between the two of them. “Um,” she says, realization dawning on her face.

“Um,” McDuffie echoes. “Uh. I guess we’ll leave the both of you to it?”

“Please do,” says Anakin.

–

The girls leave, chattering all the while about each other’s lives–Thor and Greenwich, the rumors of a black-clad vigilante emerging from Hell’s Kitchen.

Padmé sits down at the table and says, to her long-lost husband, “You look well, Anakin.”

He doesn’t quite flinch, but she sees him tugging self-consciously on his bracelet anyway. “You too,” he says, at last. “Um. You’ve. You look good. Distinguished, even. Like an angel.” He pauses, winces. “God, no, that was bad.”

Padmé ducks her head, hides her smile by taking a quick sip of Coke, and says, “No, no, it’s fine,” she says. “Distinguished is–fine.” She absently swirls the soda around in its can, and says, “So, uh–Ahsoka mentioned you’d come back.”

Anakin blinks at her. “She’s been in touch with you?” he asks, and there’s a flash of hurt in his tone. Hurt that she put there, she thinks, and something twinges painfully in her chest at the thought.

“I asked her not to mention me,” she says. “You were amnesiac, and then–” She shrugs. “I had to get my head together.”

“Been doing that since Greenwich,” Anakin mutters, looking down at his notebook and writing something. Padmé looks up, watches the clouds pass overhead before she looks back down at him. “I, um. I didn’t think. I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Otherwise I might’ve avoided you, he doesn’t say.

Honestly, she’s pretty sure she would’ve done the same.

“I’m a lawyer,” she says. “Usually this isn’t my scene.”

“So why make an exception this year?” says Anakin.

“Kirsten,” says Padmé, with a long-suffering sigh. There’s a giant bantha in the room, and it smells like the pits of Mustafar, sounds like Anakin snarling liar, liar. “I’m technically here as a legal consultant on patent laws. I have a booth and everything. You?”

“I’m a judge,” says Anakin. “They wanted a space guy to round out their panel, I guess.”

“Neat,” says Padmé, and she mentally slaps herself. Neat! For fuck’s sake–one of the first things she says to him in decades, and it’s just neat. God, how long has it been since she dated anyone? “Oh, god, that was just–”

“I know,” says Anakin. “Can we start over? I mean. No, I–”

“God, yes, I mean–only if you’re offering–”

They stop, and stare at each other.

Then Padmé bursts into a fit of laughter, and says, “Goddammit, and here I had a speech planned.”

“At least you had a speech planned,” says Anakin, with a shaky laugh, “I was sort of thinking I’d just never see you again. I mean,” he waves a hand at the stall, at the college, at the grounds, “eight million people in New York, give or take. I figured I had good odds.”

He smiles at her, brittle and scared, so much like the boy she had once known and not at the same time.

She lets out a breath, reaches across the table to brush her fingers over his.

He breathes out and says, quiet, “I’m--sorry. I know it’s not. I know it’s not enough to just say sorry for everything I’ve done, especially to you and to--to our children. I know I’ve been a terrible husband, a worse father, and if you never forgive me or never want to see me again--” He swallows, continues, “I’d be okay with that. It’d be what I deserve. I just--I want you to know that I’m sorry. And I loved you, I love you, truly, deeply.”

Enough to let her go, she realizes, when he pulls his hand away, reaches up to wipe at his eyes.

She reaches out again, and takes his hand, slender and slightly-calloused fingers settling over his gloved hand. “I love you,” she says, “truly and deeply. I can’t forget what you did to me, or to our children, or to the galaxy, no, but I always knew there was a little bit of light still inside you.” She rubs her fingers absently along his knuckles, and says, “I want to see you again, Anakin. And--well, last time we didn’t exactly work out all that well.”

“Yeah,” says Anakin, ducking his head, almost shy. “Yeah, I mean, Darcy has opinions about that, she won’t stop talking my ear off about how the beginning of a war was a stupid time to get married.”

“Neither will Kirsten,” says Padmé. “So, I guess--this time we’ll try and. Take it a little slower. What do you think?”

Anakin sets his pen down and rests his other hand over hers. “A little slower,” he says, softly. “Yeah. That’s a good plan.” He smiles again, and this time she thinks of bright blue eyes, a sunset on Naboo. “I have a Starbucks gift card and some free time for lunch tomorrow before I have to start going around the expo. You?”

“Well,” says Padmé, with a snort of laughter, “fine, then.” She grins at him, and says, “I have to say, I’ve never been wooed with Starbucks before.”

She expects the jealousy that flashes across his face in that moment, but she doesn’t expect him to let out a sigh and say, “Well, my favorite diner got torn up in the Chitauri attack, so my options are pretty limited.”

“I could take you out,” she says. “I know a place or two.”

“You really don’t have to,” says Anakin, his expression softening. “It’s the first date, and besides, I actually do like Starbucks. They make amazing frappuccinos.”

“There is no way your favorite chain café is better than a five-star restaurant, Ani,” huffs Padmé.

“I am so glad you proposed this taking it slow plan,” says Anakin, with a growing smirk, “because it absolutely could.”

Darcy stops in her tracks, squints at the two.

Kirsten says, dryly, “I think we’d better leave them to it.”

“Yeah, probably,” Darcy decides, taking a fry from the bag that she’s designated as Anakin’s. “So when did you find out?” she asks.

“She walked in on me watching Attack of the Clones and said, ‘oh, that’s the one with me in it,’ and I’ve never been the same since,” says Kirsten. “You?”

“It’s a very long story,” says Darcy. “Hey, come on, I wanna see your booth and crow about how much more awesome ours is.”

end.

#words-writ-in-starlight #asks #you ask and i write #WELP.#otp: you've been on my mind #everyone is dorks.#but also: this is not in fact going to be sunshine and rainbows for the two of them bc like anakin has a lot of things to make up for #and padme might care deeply for him and love him and forgive him but she is also p watchful and careful after the last time #so like. they're both trying to at least get to know each other first #also kirsten mcduffie is my fave dd character i'm still salty

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