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karlajoyner · 3 years

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Can I request a Charlie Gillespie x reader , where Charlie Gillespie is the reader’s boyfriend who dress as a clown for Madison Reys’s halloween party while they were in Canada and where Jeremy and Owen dress as clowns too to scare to Charlie’s girlfriend who is the reader but she hates getting scared.

It’s Stupid (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so I hope you enjoy this one. I don't know if I'm gonna post the sunset curve one next yet because I have so much to work on for it. So I might post the one after unless you guys are willing to wait! Let me know if you are if you'd just prefer I post the next one!

Requested by: @fantomlovesjuke4ever (Tumblr)

Warnings: None

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I placed the orange beanie over my head. Finally finishing off my final look.

Giggling to myself I walked out into the living room to see Savannah there in her Kim Possible outfit.

"How do I look?"

"Oh my god Charlie's gonna die!" She laughed throwing her head back.

"You look great"

"Are you sure it's not too....booby" I said moving the muscle tee away from my body to show my black bra. The muscle tee being directly from the show itself courtesy of the wardrobe department.

"It's Madison's Halloween party. I don't wanna show up looking like a slut"

"It's not too booby. You look great plus no ones gonna get to look under there except Charlie" She teased.

I playfully rolled my eyes grabbing a large oversized jacket to cover my costume.

"Where'd Tori go?"

"She went to go check on the boys to see if they were almost ready"

"Oh sounds good. Hey thanks again for letting me room with you two"

"Of course you know you're always welcome when your here. Plus I know Kenny always appreciates that you choose not to room with your boyfriend when you visit us"

"Kenny and apparently Owen too" I said earning a giggle from the girl.

"Tori just texted said the boys are ready and scary"

"Really?"

"Yeah. What's Charlie gonna be this year?" She asked as I grabbed my phone off the kitchen countertop.

"Beats me. He said it was top secret"

"Same for Owen and Jer" She spoke as I received a message from my boyfriend himself.

"Oh" I muttered.

"What's up?"

"Charlie just texted they'll meet us there. Something about needing the makeup department"

"Oh my"

"I just hope it's not anything too scary. I hate anything terrifying. I don't even watch scary movies at night due to the fact that I'm a complete wimp"

"Does Charlie know that?" Savannah bit her lip.

"Of course we've been dating for 6 months. If he didn't I'd be worried" I said walking out the front door.

I sighed stepping out of the Uber taking in the freezing cold air. Nothing too bad.

"How are you not freezing your socks off?" Tori asked.

"Toro you forget I've lived in Canada my whole life. You Californians cannot take the cold"

"Your the female version of Charlie. It's actually crazy" The girl said as she looped her arm through my own.

"Yeah he kinda rubbed off on me" I smiled walking into the warehouse with my two temporary roommates.

Immediately we spotted Madison, Sacha and Jadah.

"Y/n!" Madison and Jadah shouted running up to me.

"There's my angel. And my devils" I grinned at my boyfriends cast mates. Taking in the warmth's of the new surrounding.

"Okay let's see it. I've been waiting in anticipation to see your take on Luke Patterson" I giggled opening up the jacket to reveal the rest of my costume.

"You look great!"

"I think you look better than Charlie"

"Yeah my guns look great too don't they?" I asked flexing my arms causing laughter to erupt from the group.

"Okay seriously though where's my boyfriend and his posse"

"We have no idea"

"I do" Sacha stated smirking at me.

"Are you going to tell me?" I asked.

"Nope" As soon as the word left his lips my phone dinged.

"It's Charlie. He's asking me to meet him in the makeup. Where's that?"

"I'll walk you" Sav said taking my hand. We made it to a large door with windows to peer in.

"It's dark" I stated jiggling the knob to find it locked.

"Well that's weird" Sav said knocked. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the door opened slowly.

"Take my hand"

"Okay Troy Bolton" Savannah said making me giggle. We walked forward slowly my heart dropping feeling a pair of arms grab my waist. I screamed in fear as the lights turned on. The three faces in front of me smiling widely.

"Ahhh" I shut my eyes hugging Savannah tightly. Who seem to have had a similar reaction because she didn't hesitate to pull me close either. My heart beating out of my chest wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and cry all my anxiety out. We gripped onto each other for dear life as......laughter erupted?

I slowly peeled my eyes open to see Charlie laughing loudly clutching his stomach along with Owen and Jeremy. A frown fell upon my face as I let the light haired girl go.

"Charlie" I whispered a small tear escaping my eyes.

The laughter quickly died down. Charlie's face now expressing concern.

"Y/n baby what's wrong?"

I scoffed walking past Savannah to be anywhere but here.

Flashback

"Come on babe"

"Charlie I'm serious. I hate scary movies and I hate being scared. It sends me into this weird panic mode and I get anxious" I ranted watching him turn the tv off.

"You probably think I'm some sort of freak who can't take a joke. If you don't wanna date me anymore that's fine but just don't make me watch that movie especially right now" I spoke looking out the window into the darkness of the dimly lit street.

"Why would you ever think I wouldn't want to date you because of this?" He asked hurt flashing his eyes.

"I don't know. It's just my past boyfriends have called me lame for not wanting to go out to a scary movie with them at night. Or not wanting to dress up as some sort of badass scary character for Halloween. It just sucks to be left out because of some stupid irrational fear"

"It's anything but irrational. So you got a fear of something. We all do. Hey I'm insanely afraid of spiders"

"Really?" I asked biting my lips.

"Yeah baby. It's a stupid fear I know but something about their long legs makes me just ugh" He said getting the chills.

"It's not stupid. Thanks Charlie" I smiled.

"Anytime y/n. Now come on" He spoke sticking his hand out to me.

"What about the movie?"

"We're still watching a movie. Frozen to be exact. Upstairs in my room, cuddling up in a pillow fort. Sound good?"

"Sounds amazing" I grinned taking it. I sighed contently as he pulled my into a hug.

"I promise I won't scare you or take any of your fears with a pinch of salt"

"I promise to do the same" I said looking up at the boy in front of me. Looking up at the face that I was slowly but surely falling in love with.

I made my way back towards the party immediately spotting Madi and Tori talking. Their eyes landed on me quickly sensing something wrong.

I made my way over to them wiping away the strayed water droplets under my eyes.

"Hey what's wrong?"

"The guys are assholes" I spoke bitterly.

"Did they scare you too?" Madison asked as I nodded. The two understanding me immediately.

"Yeah..... Its just when Charlie and I started dating I specifically explained to him why I don't like being scared and he promised he'd never take that one specific fear and use it against me. And he just scared the living crap out of me and Savannah. Which I'm glad I did figure out it was him and the boys before I passed out or puked. I'd expect it from Owen and Jer but my own boyfriend. I know it's stupid and I probably over reacted but I just- I've always made sure to kill every damn spider in our damn apartment so he wouldn't have to do it. And he does this to me"

"I don't think you overreacted. You have the right to be mad"

"You think?"

"Yeah but I also know Charlie's an idiot and needs to be reminded of things from time to time"

"You're right" I sighed.

"Look he's obviously gonna apologize. Just don't be too hard on him. His memories almost as bad as his handwriting" Madison joked making me let out a strangled chuckle hearing my name being called.

"Y/n! Y/n! Where is she?" Charlie shouted running into the room. The music coming to a halt.

All eyes landed on me as Charlie ran up to me.

"Please continue" I awkwardly chuckled pulling the brunette off into a random hallway.

The loud music blaring through the speakers once more.

"What is it Charles?" I spoke sternly turning around to face the boy who's makeup was much worse than before.

"Y/n baby I'm so sorry we pranked you. The boys convinced me that it'd be funny to get as many people as we could today. I didn't know you'd get so upset. I'll go take off this stupid costume right now if you want me to but please don't be mad at me baby. I love you" He finished nearly out of breath. I took in a deep breath hearing the sadness in his voiced as he had ranted like any other time he screwed up which wasn't very often. But still.

"Do you remember the night we watched frozen in your room?" I questioned nervously playing with the rings on my fingers. Another prop from Luke's character that tied my costume together.

"Of course it was amazing. We made a pillow fort and ate popcorn and afterwards we did stuff that was definitely not pg 13" He smirked making me roll my eyes.

"Do you remember why we watched frozen?" I spoke once more hoping he would get where I was going with my questions.

"Yeah we watched it because- oh. Y/n I'm so sorry. I'm such an idiot I can't believe I forgot about that"

"Yeah......Listen I'm not mad that your a clown which by the way I do happen to also be afraid of too but it's not gonna kill me. And I'm certainly not mad at Owen and Jeremy because they wanted to have a little fun tonight. But they didn't know about my anxiety that I get whenever I get scared. You did Charlie"

"I know I did" He groaned throwing his head back.

"And if my memory wasn't so damn bad I wouldn't have even thought about doing it baby. I hope you know that. And I'll do literally anything to get you to forgive me starting with never putting you through that again when your with me" He spoke taking my hands in his.

I sighed intertwining our fingers pulling him close to me.

"I know you won't. I also might have overreacted a bit" I said nuzzling my face into his chest.

His arms immediately wrapping around me completely.

"You didn't overreact. Overreacting is me when I see a spider. In all seriousness I love you and I'm really sorry for doing that"

"It's fine Charlie. I'll get my revenge on you guys" I spoke kissing his cheek before skipping away back to the party.

"Y-you're what? Wait baby your what? Y/n!" I heard him call after me as I laughed.

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Up Next: Sunset Curve x Reader (Maybe)

Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

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stormyykat · 2 years

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is there somewhere i can see all the douselfend lore in one spot cuz of my small brain 👉👈 i cant see your toyhouse it says it's hidden for guests or somethin

AHHH i actually dont have it written down anywhere online so i'll transcribe my old handwriting and give a badly done run down here (but its not quick its long because i like talking)

also a brief mention of animal death at the beginning but thats it

-starts with aka! aka is an albino fox living on Earth. he is hit by a car (very sad) but instead of dying he, as his soul, runs away from being reincarnated. (this part is meant to be told fairy-tale style so i don't actually have any good ways of describing it normally lol. also should mention on this earth reincarnation/rebirth is a real thing)

-aka runs far into space (outside of milky way) and gets bored. he tries very hard and eventually creates some land!! wow !!!!!!!!!

-skip a few hundred years and this tiny white boy has learned to tap into the universes powers and has made his very own planet. unfortunately, he is lonely. so he tries creating another life as he did land. he decided the best way to do this is to find another soul to help run away, and invite them to his planet. welcome to stage, koko!

-they get along and start helping more souls run away to start a new life on douselfend, which aka thinks is much more forgiving and kind than the earth (at this moment in time hes correct about this)

-they usually only bring over other animals, but koko wants to try and save a human soul. aka is not interested in this and tells her she shouldn't, as he believes humans are why the earth was so awful. she doesn't listen to him and saves the soul of a historian/explorer from the 1800s who hadn't been reincarnated yet. thus (human) pluto is now on douselfend.

-this action is what starts the rift between koko and aka. aka doesnt like pluto and pluto is unaware because oh my god these animals are talking

-skip abt 3ish years and aka still only helps animals but koko helps both animals and humans. aka snaps at her one day and koko gets so upset she tells him she doesnt want to be friends with him anymore. this is heartbreaking for aka as he has the thought process of a third grader. koko runs off alone and later creates starless. she continues bringing souls over though.

-aka is so very sad he tries to make another friend but no one really likes him except this one red panda who thinks hes pretty cool. tiki is now a main character. they also learn how to bring over souls.

-skip like... 20ish years? at this point aka, tiki, and koko have started taking on more humanish forms themselves as they find them much more useful. tiki now has their own planet too but still has good relations with aka. cities/towns are built at this point. pluto dies tho and aka has an experiment in mind. he starts using the creation powers he unlocked and reincarnates pluto himself. new ice creature pluto is successfully alive, but is a shell of his former self. aka uses this to his advantage. tiki thinks this 'experiment' was kinda weird and distances themselves for a bit. (this is where power stones become a thing, as its what aka used to bring pluto back to life)

-now skip ~800yrs and ravenway kingdom is a thing. tiki and aka had a fight over the reincarnation stuff because um kinda hypocritical bro? so now no one is friends. id say around here is when each planet has established kingdoms/cities/etc. aka realizes being a ruler is difficult by himself and starts appointing helpers with special powers (this is what starts the gods thing). the first helpers are mira (god of water), ziete (god of air), iavi (god of fire) and lyren (god of nature).

-once again skip 300yrs and each planet/trio god has their own helpers (at this point they are referred to as gods). calum/lillith/roman/ithna/etc all are gods at this point, and skywaiy (aka planet new name) is thriving. life if pretty similar to what the early 2000s were like, though not the same cultures/popcultures. throughout this time aka and the other gods have been advancing their own powers and such.

-mira has a disagreement with what aka wants her to do and ravenway/vasselott go to war (its one sided tho so RIP kingdom vasselott u will be missed </3.) things happen and mira dies + the water powerstone is missing, but hey look! her 7month old baby is well and alive! ithna wants to raise it! this can't go wrong.

-id say year 1,340ish is when the whole "calum fucking dies" thing happens. this is what starts the full dictatorship of ravenway + lillith runs away + turns out mira passed down her powerstone to her son + olez also runs away + juno goes on 'a mission' (runs away) + throy/lime/curtis/travis run away and restart the rebellion calum tried to start. aka cracks down on ruling.

-not much happens between this point in time and when the actual planned story starts other than personal character arcs that are separate from the big lore. the only important stuff is that aka becomes interested in creating a 'perfect being' and starless is (literally) falling apart because koko is sad. toolah is thriving and also roman ran away too, eventually. with a baby. thats unimportant though.

-the alt dim. stuff gets important in the story itself but douselfend was meant to be like an alt dimension for a better chance at life for those who died on earth. other things i didn't mention:

the void- place where aka puts all the things he doesnt want. this is where calum gets sent until hes found by koko and she puts him on toolah.

the soul-belt- when people die their soul is put in the soul-belt, which recycles it for new life. very similar to the system the earth has, but don't tell aka that it's different he swears.

DC key is an island in skywaiy where calum Did Things. there is no portal to earth here noooooooooo.

#ask #mowu-moment #stormyy.png #save #<- because i will probably use this also #i tried not to go into the specifics of everything because then this post would be 10 miles long and not 5 but if u want anything-#clarified or expanded on feel free to ask :] goes for anyone #also toyhouse should be open now sorry abt that !! forgot i changed it at one point

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bae-leth · 5 years

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advice box time!

On free days, Byleth slept in.

Often, he slept too in, if there was such a thing; one notable incident consisted of him sleeping nearly an entire day, and the healers believed he had gone into a coma.

Thus, he made it his life’s work never to have free days, and to keep himself in a perpetual rhythm of healthy stress.

Manuela often asked him to tea, and he would often politely decline; but if he had no classes to teach, he would ask her to tea. Of course she would accept, and he would be squirming in his seat for a good five hours. That was the way he preferred it.

If the other professors were busy, Byleth sorted through the advice box. The students often came to him in the form of papers and quills for their pressing questions, if they were too nervous to approach him directly. Of all the academy’s faculty, Byleth was the most honest and trustworthy, according to the students he had helped—thus, students from every house had come to him for aid.

Today was a free day, and Byleth was exhausted. He woke at his usual time (before the sky abandoned its dark blue cloak and donned a paler color) and got dressed, got undressed and took a cold shower when he forgot to take one before, and got dressed again. He picked up his books and his papers and left his living quarters. Then, he returned to his living quarters and made his bed before leaving once more.

Byleth hadn’t checked the advice box in quite a while, so he wasn’t wholly surprised to see the wooden bin on his desk nearly bursting with slips of parchment.

The young teacher arranged his belongings neatly and then sat down to work, picking up the box and placing it in front of him.

The first slip had neat, legible handwriting with an air of dignity to their lines and curves. Byleth recognized the scrawl as belonging to Edelgard.

“Hello, Teacher,

I hope I am not interrupting your busy schedule. If I am, please do not hesitate to place this note aside and attend to more important matters.

Sincerely, Edelgard von Hresvelg.”

It seemed Edelgard had forgotten to mention her problem in its entirety. In her pursuit for perfection, she often left out many an important element in her work.

Byleth fished out another note, the handwriting on which most definitely belonged to Hilda. It was loopy and the dots of her “i”s were large and distracting.

“Dear Professor:

Father is asking me what I want for my birthday. He offered either a snow white horse or a silver necklace with a pretty butterfly charm. My dilemma: I want both!! What should I do??? Please help!

From Hilda.”

Byleth folded and tore a similarly-shaped slip of paper from a sheet he had lying around and dipped the tip of his jay tail quill—according to Ignatz, blue jays represented truthfulness—into his inkwell. Then, he started to write.

“Hilda,

A horse isn’t something you can buy while roaming a marketplace with pocket money. A horse is a living creature, and even more importantly, a companion. It will breathe the same air and run the same plains as you, and it will require much care and company to earn its trust. A horse is a magnificent thing that will surely benefit you in the future as well as the present, but it is also a challenge.

Recently, your marks in the stables have been quite low. If you are unprepared to care for the pegasi and the horses at the monastery, I believe you may be unprepared to care for a horse of your own.

However, while a necklace’s beauty is eternal, its glamour is short-lived. And I have seen you often in the halls with a new piece of jewelry every day…but it may just turn out to be the safest option. Ask your father for the necklace, or propose another potential gift.

Signed, Professor Byleth.”

Byleth, pleased with his work, folded up his response before the ink could dry and had to write it all over again.

The next slip he picked up was illegible, so he tossed it.

The one after, however, belonged to Edelgard again.

“Hello, Teacher!

Please forgive my previous note. I seem to have omitted my reason for asking your assistance. I am growing worried for Linhardt; he seems to be sleeping more and more, and I’m afraid his marks may suffer. I’ve employed Caspar to keep an eye out for him, but I still am unsure of how he will fare in the approaching exams. Will you please suggest to me how I ought to help him?

Sincerely, Edelgard von Hresvelg.”

Byleth folded and ripped a new piece of paper.

“Edelgard,

Thank you for your concern over Linhardt and his studies. However, I believe it should be him who is contacting me and asking for help. His ability to fall asleep anywhere and at any time is quite impressive, but he is doing surprisingly well in his courses. There is no need to worry for him academically.

As for what you can do, you can suggest that he should talk to me, if my teaching is contributing to his sleepiness.

Signed, Professor Byleth.”

Byleth waited until the ink was dried before he folded up his response and placed it on his desk, to be distributed to the students later in the day.

He unfolded another slip.

“Hi, Teacher,

I want to cook something for Professor Jeritza, but he won’t talk to me! I tried asking everyone if they knew his favorite food, and Sylvain said salt fish, but I think he was joking around. Do you know?

- Annette.”

“Annette,

I do believe his favorite food is in fact salt fish.

Signed, Professor Byleth.”

“Good day morning, Professor Byleth,

I’m having trouble with the history lesson about the church construction of the Church of Seiros. Can I please get some help? after lunch someday?

Thank you,

Bernadeta Bernadetta von Varley.”

“Bernadetta,

Of course. Feel free to come whenever you’d like.

Signed, Professor Byleth.”

“Hey, Teach!

I keep tryna get Dimitri and Edelgard to have tea with me, but they keep saying no. They used to come with me all the time! But not anymore! What’s up with them?

Claude”

“Claude,

Exams are in less than two days.

Signed, Professor Byleth.”

The advice box kept Byleth busy until sunset. He leaned his head back to stretch his neck, and he heard a soft knock on the door from across the deserted lecture hall.

“Come in,” he called.

In came Annette, holding a small plate of food in her hands. Byleth suddenly remembered that he hadn’t eaten the entire day.

“Hi, Teacher! I, um, I made pudding for dessert today. I didn’t see you in the dining hall, so I looked around the monastery for you! Here.” Annette hurried over, her gray blue eyes excited as she placed her creation on Byleth’s desk. On the little white plate sat a small portion of chocolate pudding, which wobbled this way and that whenever Annette shifted the plate’s position.

“Oh, thank you, Annette, that’s very nice of you.” Byleth smiled at the student, whose cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he picked up the note she had for her. “I have something to give you as well.”

Annette gasped and took it eagerly. “Thank you, Teacher!”

“Of course.” The orange-haired young woman danced off between the rows of tables, humming as she read the note. She stopped at the door, then turned back.

“…It is?”

Byleth nodded.

Annette blinked, her expression one of bewilderment, then disappeared behind the heavy door and out into the hall beyond it.

Byleth gladly ate the pudding, then fell asleep at his desk.

((the ending is lazy bhdfhsd thabk you for reading))

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notes from bae:

AHHH you were so fast!! and I love this so much??? the attention to detail in the letters, from Hilda’s dilemma over which gift to get, to all the crossings out in Bernie’s piece.... I LOVE IT ALLL

#and that pudding at the end.... so sweet!!#byleth..... you are doing a Good Job :')#submission #photographerh #fire emblem three houses #fe16

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bangtan-spells · 7 years

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Seokjin Scenario: Reminiscence - Part 3

Request: AHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! I'm so excited, I love the both of your writing! Thank you so much for opening requests! I was wondering if there were plans for a part 3 for Reminiscence? If not and if possible, I'd like to request a part 3 in which the reader eventually finds out the truth and drama/angst ensues between Jin and the reader! But, I'd really like a happy and fluffy ending please :)

Genre: Romance / Drama

Part 1 / Part 2

There was an universe of new things you were experiencing bit by bit after the accident, things that should have been common to the old you. Seokjin was special and what you felt for him was skin deep even before you slept with him, you liked him so much it was unreal, the time you spent with him was glorious and it made up for a perfect first. Waking up next to him came right behind.

You opened your eyes before he did so you observed him in detail, Jin’s face was serene and that was inherently what you felt when you were with him, eve if there were moments when you felt like you were going to explode in tiny particles because of the emotions, or maybe implode into nothing, but Jin made you feel peace over all, he made you feel safe.

You caressed his light brown hair gingerly then ran your fingertips down his jawline and followed down to his neck and shoulders. Looking at him nude in plain daylight was simply breathtaking, there was something so familiar about him, yet so foreign and distant maybe you were simply imagining it. He’d woken up when your fingers were tracing the outline of his pectorals, your eyes locked and he smiled a good morning for you, the arm he had curled around your hips tightened possessively and he pulled you even closer to his body, he wanted you there, you could feel it, so you let Jin pull you to him and took the initiative this time.

It wasn’t like you were keeping the exact track of your experiences with Jin, you just noticed and cherished them. You showered together and he got busy preparing breakfast while you decided to inspect a little more his place, going around in only his shirt. It was on a shelf by the corner of the living room where you stopped, the shelf was filled with books, some photos of Jin and what you supposed was his family, and one photograph of Jjanggu that made you smile, but your eyes fell on a thin book with “To Remember” written on its side. You didn’t stop to think how alike it was to your own handwriting and pulled it out.

It was a sort of scrapbook and your breath faltered when you saw the first page, it read “Our Story” in the middle of the page and in the lower right corner was attached a small collage of Jin and you; four perfect squares that showed a happy version of yourselves smiling at the camera while sitting close, with you surrounding Jin’s neck, with him kissing your lips while cupping your face.

-Breakfast is ready! - Jin approached the living room and you gasped, his eyes fell on the book between your hands and you just stood there feeling played, confused, lied to, nothing of which you were supposed to be feeling with Jin.

Jin’s eyes went back to yours and his expression had changed drastically, he recognized the book and guilt screamed loud and clear on his face. The book fell from your shaking hands, the small collage laid between both of you and you experienced another first with Seokjin in that moment, one that scorched severely deep. Betrayal.

-You knew me… all this time and you… you said nothing about us…- your hands clenched into fists and you held his eyes. -You knew me-

The accusing tone reverberated through the living room and suddenly it wasn’t that special and amazing anymore how Seokjin could fit so nicely with you, how he always spoke about things that interested you, how he never made you feel uncomfortable, how he knew how to make you smile the most and trust him; suddenly it wasn’t all that magical luck how he knew where to touch and how to gain your trust because he’d known this all along.

Seokjin looked down and you could see the tension on his shoulders. -I wanted to tell you-

You huffed and he raised his eyes to yours again. -Yeah? then why didn’t you do it Jin? - you didn’t want to to lose control but everything inside you was twisting and hurting, getting more bitter by the second. -Didn’t you think I had the right to know? Why didn’t you tell me?! I thought… I thought I was special, or something like that-

-You are special to me Y/N-

You shook your head and closed the space separating you only to push him away, the anger coming to the surface. -Then why didn't you tell me goddamit? - you raised your voice, maybe if you screamed hard enough, you could silence the hurting of your heart. -Why did you wait for me to find it this way?-

-This was not how I wanted this to happen Y/N, I swear - Jin’s voice was unease, but it was hard to believe the regret on it because he’d had all the time to tell you, but he just played you along.

-Were you even going to tell me about this? - you spoke lower now, calmer, looking down at your feet if only to not look at Jin. You bit your lower lip because even then, you couldn’t really believe that Jin was going to keep such thing from you, and for you, the omission was as bad as a lie, so you didn’t wait for his answer and went to Jin’s bedroom to look for your clothes and purse.

-Please wait Y/N- he was coming after you and you got rid of his shirt without minding he was there to see you half naked and hurt.

-For what Jin? - you asked, putting on your dress with quick automatic moves. -what kind of game were you playing? oh everybody look at me getting the girl twice while she’s a clueless stupid about it? is that so? - you balled up his shirt and threw it to his chest, standing in front of him.-Say something! -

His calmness was desperating and your throat and chest were constricting more by the second.

-I was scared- Jin said in a barely audible whisper, and that wasn’t exactly the answer you were waiting for.

-Did I ever give you reasons to be scared of me? I gave you my trust, my friendship, my… myself- you finished. Something in Jin’s eyes unveiled a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. He pressed his lips into a tight line and averted his eyes from yours, he looked lost, ashamed, unsure, and he had all the reasons to. You took a step back and forced yourself to stay firm. -You weren’t scared, you were just being a liar-

Every little moment you’d shared was shattering and you felt like no more than a fool, you wanted more explanations than what he was giving, you wanted the full story but not in that moment because you didn’t want to keep looking at him.

You walked past him but Seokjin took your hand to make you stop. -Please don’t leave- when his eyes fixed on yours again they were glassy and reddened, you somehow knew he was doing his best not to cry and unexpectedly, that sight made your own eyes water down. -Please don’t.... I’m sorry Y/N-

You saw the first tear fall from his right eye, Jin’s eyes weren’t meant to look so sad, so wrecked, it was hurtful to see.

-I’m sorry too- you eased yourself out of his hold and left quietly, there wasn’t any door thrown, nothing,breaking or crashing besides your heart and your trust in him.

Seokjin had called you several times but you ignored each call, part to pretend you were so strong, part because you didn’t know how to react now. You started to reconsider everything, his intentions, his words, how much did he know about you, had you broken with him before the accident or you were still together? why he kept quiet about all this?

You sighed, telling yourself to stop thinking or else you’d get a headache, as it had happened the day before, it was Saturday morning now and you couldn’t help to think that you could be taking another one of your walks with Jin without knowing he was keeping things from you. Your finger tightened around the coffee mug, it hurt so much to the point you couldn’t understand it, you didn’t know anything about him beside what he’d portrayed, or the you who was with him before but this was affecting you so much.

Your doorbell rang and you snapped out of your thoughts, so you went to look through the peephole but saw no one, so you frowned and started to walk back only to stop halfway because you were sure you heard a bark.

-Jjanggu? - you opened the door to find Jin’s dog sitting in front of it, he started to do little jumps around you and move his tail happily, so you crouched down to caress him. You liked Jjanggu, you thought he was the cutest dog with a lot of enthusiasm and personality, and apparently he liked you a lot too because when you were at his level he licked your cheeks and started to play with you. -Hi little one, what are you doing here? -

Seeing Jjanggu put you even more emotional than before, maybe he remembered you too, it had to be because even before you knew him, he was already so happy to see you. Jjanggu had a little note attached to his collar and you didn’t dare to open it.

-He is wondering why you didn’t walk him this morning - Seokjin appeared and you froze, there wasn’t resemblance of the Seokjin who’d been with you all this time, or the one who was so happy back at his house, this Seokjin looked like he’d lost sleep for a week at least, he was pale, with his shoulders low, his voice unsure and no traces of his usual self. You stood up with Jjanggu between your arms, holding him against your chest as a sort of shield. -He won’t forgive me for making him lose you twice -

Jin laughed softly but it was a joyless laugh, your heart was beating savagely almost and you took a step back inside when Jin approached you, so he stopped short, carding a hand through his messy hair, fixing his tired eyes on you.

-This is the way I didn’t want you to look at me… I wonder how I can manage to ruin so many important things at once-

-You want me to have pity of you? - you asked lowly, Jjanggu was nuzzling your neck.

-No, I don’t - you saw him swallow hardly, pushing his hand inside his pockets. -I just wish this had happened differently… I’m sorry Y/N-

-You already said that - you couldn’t help the reproach, and seeing Jin there made all the questions flow into your mind again, you were mad for what he’d done, but there was that part of you who wanted to know about your past with him, maybe he knew things you didn’t.

You felt vulnerable and you didn’t like it one bit. You placed Jjanggu down carefully and looked at Jin again, wondering how many secrets he was capable to keep. -why did you keep it to yourself Jin? -

-Because that accident was my fault! - Jin snapped, this time closing the space separating you so he could stand before you. - because it’s been haunting me ever since and I didn’t want you to meet me as the man who caused you this, like a stupid I… - he took a deep breath, as if noticing how fast he was talking, how his voice quivered, how you were looking at him petrified. - I loved you, I waited for you to remember me but you never did and I tried to stay away Y/N but I couldn’t… and I tried not to hurt you, I was a fucking coward I know I should have told you but this got bigger than me and I couldn’t, I did everything wrong but I didn’t want to hurt you-

Jin’s hands had reached for yours in the middle of his outburst, he was trembling, holding onto you like it was the only thing he could do. He was breathing agitated and you believed him, despite how mad you felt, you believed him.

-Did I love you? - you had a million questions to ask, but somehow you decided on that one. Seokjin looked surprised so he just stared at you for long but then he smiled even if his eyes were red by that point.

-Yes, yes you did- Jin licked his lip, he seemed to be remembering something and you wished you could do just the same. - I never doubted about it and you always said it to me… we were about to move together, we had so many plans Y/N…- Jin squeezed your hands and you let him. -I did everything wrong and I regret it, you have no idea how I regret it-

-It doesn’t matter if you regret it if you aren’t up to fix your mistakes - you said almost angry, angry because you couldn’t remember anything, because he made you feel thing, because he’d been pretending to know you just then, angry because you didn’t know why you were so condescending with him and because there wasn’t a magic solution that could tell you exactly what to do with Kim Seokjin. - so fix it, do it right this time-

Seokjin nodded, his hands were still holding yours. He’d said he’d loved you, and if he’d done so with the same passion he’d talked before then you wanted to know more about that Jin, and about the you who had loved him.

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localbanshee · 7 years

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(srry srry) aesthetics asks half :0

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?omg like 5 minutes ago i can't function without singing to myself fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?why am i like this and super duper unlikeable d*isies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?(sorry i sensor that for a reason) ahhh i'm not sure! probably being published. 1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?my 3 month old niece gave me her sweetest smile yet and it killed me matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?i'd day forget having a car i'm going to as many concerts as humanly possible black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?idk about top 3, but i want to meet mutuals, go to england, and meet motionless in white. (and waterparks)pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.ahhh one of my best friends whitley. she's an art kid, and super sweet. a 10/10 soft hufflepuff kid and i'm her slytherin. it is a puzzle-piece-perfect relationship ahaha. moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?sure i guess haha stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?in april i believe? or march idk. whenever i broke up with my ex-boyfriend plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.@dcwees zero!!! i love zero more than anything sjdjskdk or @goghbat dylan!! who i also love more than anything aksksksk - but i think i'd rather do cloud gazing with dylan. a very bright sunshine that kid i love lots 💛. while zero is a twinkling star 💖 converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?yeah psh i can't Not open up to save my life lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?@calmyst and i always have those. whenever i'm with her and even when i'm not, we are super duper connected. handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?yikes id tell someone that i am sorry that it happened the way it did but i couldn't and wouldn't change it - i'll always love them but i just couldn't. cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? G O SH any eyes completely captivate and take over me djdjdjsk and brown ones have good flecks when hit with sunlight ahhhhhsunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally."she wore pain beautifully" i've always got minor things going on that bring me down but if it's getting to me i put on my makeup and look in the mirror and they don't matter to me any more. i know that's weird and maybe vain but, i'm not hurting anyone personally with that so sue me 😂oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?Oops She Did It Againoveralls: what would you do with one billion dollars?CONCERTS CONCERTS CONCERTS - id buy my own freaking party bus and take it with me to see motionless in white and waterparks and then we could hang out and i'd be the most insane groupie. ,,, please no one ever give me that much money i'd end up with so many restraining orders..combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?sadly yes. if you're genuine and you're in my heart? nothing's gonna change that as long as i'm on this side of the ground. sometimes it's sucks because i get pushed around a lot though. winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.not tonight lmoadbfndn - just stop being nosey kid - and please stop dressing like that. burn those shorts. don't cut your hair short like you will ugh. pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?neither - i am strictly turtlenecks hoop earrings and lip gloss (don't forget heels)tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.oh my gosh they are so hot wow i can't holy cow piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?gosh yes. my face is so bleh without it bahaha and that's my form of art. i may not be able to paint at all but honey i can contour the crap out of my cheekbones

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hopelesslyshippingthem · 7 years

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Got another request, Bumblebee Power Rangers AU where Blake is the broken black ranger and dropout also outcast who was forced to kill her own team after they fell to there corruption so she guards a dying Zordon with Winter who was the white ranger and Yang is a a highschool senior alongside Ruby and Weiss who stumble upon the place and become the new Power Rangers much to Blake's anger since she has PTSD and is betting bad memories.

Before you read, please note that this will be getting a FULL FANFIC. This will be in the Shipping Bin, but the rest of the chapters will be under an individually titled fanfic.

Running. Running. Running. Blakecouldn’t run fast enough in her fear, her helmet catching the debristhat sprayed her from the exploding dirt. Her legs burned from howhard and fast she was moving, but she couldn’t stop. She had to keepgoing. She had to get to the others.

“Coco! Pyrrha!” She shoutedthrough the communications system in her helmet, her voice laced withthe panting of growing fatigue. “GUYS, IT’S AN AMBUSH, PLEASECOME IN!”

How could she have been so blind? Howcould she have agreed to split up like this? If anything happened tothem, she would never forgive herself.

The monster behind her roared, makingthe earth below her feet shake, nearly knocking her to the ground.Blake had to fight, but it would cost her precious time to do so. Shewanted to keep running, but combat was inevitable; she could do itnow, or hope that she wouldn’t collapse when she tried to fightlater.

Blake turned, standing her ground asshe looked up at the creature, her visor already working to scan forweak points, her hand flexing as she started to materialize herweapon.

“Ahhh… Kitty cat.” Itgrinned at her, a toothy smile of fangs greeting her. “Wannadance?”

Blake sized up the mutated Roman,barely able to recognize his signature hat and blue eye under thehideous changes. What had Cinder done to her own right-hand man? Itwas unforgivable.

Suddenly, a yowl of a wild cat filledthe air, Blake’s panther mecha leaping at her foe. She could feel howit wanted her to keep running, and after a nod to her loyal partner,she heeded it. She still needed to find Jaune, Cardin, Pyrrha, andCoco. She needed help.

“Winter! Winter, come in!”She shouted, heading into the woods that her visor could sense theothers were in. “Damn it, Winter! Now is not the time todo your fucking brooding, lone-wolf, Batman bullshit! I need yourhelp!”

“Blake, wake up. Hey, hey!”

Blake shot awake, swinging her fists ina panic, already shouting in fear. “Get away from them! Leavethem alone!”

Another set of hands struggled to catchthe incredibly fast strikes nearly to fast to track. And yet, theywere keeping up with her flurry of attacks. “Blake! It’s me,”the voice urged, slowly becoming less hazy as the fog of nightmarelifted. “Winter. Blake, you’re safe. You’re safe.”

Blake finally stopped fighting,blinking in her half sat up state, finally seeing the older woman inher dimly lit vision. She could hear how wildly she was pantingstill, feel her heart pounding violently in her ears, but she couldstill hear the agonized shrieks of the others over it all. She couldstill feel her blade sinking into them. She could still see them deadbefore her.

“Get away from me.” Blakehissed, her feline ears flat on her head.

“Lights, on.” Wintercommanded, leaning away from the younger girl slightly.

The lights came on with surge of power,flooding bright light where the emergency lights had barely allowedsight previously. The pile of blankets that Blake had been sleepingin was strewn violently all over what seemed to be a bedroom, sixbeds filled the room, their color coded fitted sheets exposed fromhaving their matching blankets stolen. The walls had picturesplastered all over them; some from cameras, others that were handdrawn, and some were posters that seemed to be a mix of varioustastes. Both Blake and Winter were in the very center of the room,where a large area of formerly open space had been claimed by whatseemed to be a nest of clothes and blankets, Blake atop it all.

“Blake, please,” Winter beganin an imploring voice. “relax. It’s me.”

Those amber orbs were ice cold, theirgaze haunted and full of distrust. “Exactly. Just go away. Don’tyou have a happy family to go home and play with?”

Blue eyes narrowed in frustration.“That’s not fair, Blake.”

“Yeah, well look who’s talking.”

Winter stood, throwing up her hands inexasperation. “Blake, would you just stop this? I’m allowed tobe concerned about you and check on you. I’ve told you god knows howmany times that you would be more than welcome to live in the mansionwith me and my family.”

“You,” Blake spat theword out like venom, “are not my family. I buried my family. I’mguarding my only friend, and he’s dying. You lost being able to callyourself my friend, let alone family.”

No matter how many times she had heardit, Winter always felt those words like a knife in her heart.“Alright, Blake. I’m checking on Zordon, and then I’ll go. I’llbe back later to check on you again.”

She turned and left the room, enteringwhat seemed to be a command room. The panels and monitors seemed tobe flickering slightly, their power tied to the slowly fading lifesource of their guide. Winter halted in front of a tube of milkyglass, placing her hand on it and willing it to become clear.

Inside lay a wizened, old figure, hisskin a sickly white, his face covered with wrinkles. She watched hischest rise and fall slowly, recalling how he used to be strong enoughto project an image of his face onto that very tube to help teachthem how to save the world, guiding them to become better people.

With a tired sigh, Winter removed herhand, the glass once more that opaque, milky hue. If he could regainconsciousness, she knew he would be so disappointed in her. Shewondered if like Blake, Zordon would be unable to forgive her. Wouldhe take away the power that had been given to her? Strip her of whatmade her a ranger?

Winter turned back towards the exit,looking at the old spray paint that shouted names at her in variouscolors. In yellow was Jaune, pink was Coco, Cardin written in blue,Pyrrha in red, Blake in black, and her own name in white. Closer towhere her morpher would teleport her back to the cliffs, all sixcolors were used to write in various handwriting joined into onemessage; We are the Super Dweebs!

A tiny smirk tugged at her lips like italways did, tinged with a sharp stab of regret. If she could take itall back, she would. She could still remember how Blake looked whenshe had found her in that cave, crying. She never could forget it,not even after three years of wishing she could.

-Winter walked in a daze through thetrees, her white wolf helmet held loosely in her hand as she blanklystared up at the bright, sunny sky. It was such a beautiful day; sowarm, and clear. And it was all a terrible lie. If this was aHollywood film, it would be a bleak, overcast day, probably with athunderstorm booming around her. But there was no prophetic fallacyin the real world, no matter how much her life seemed like a druginduced action movie.

She didn’t want to go to the cave, shetruly didn’t, and yet her feet refused to change their course. And soshe marched on like a zombie, staring at the sky, feeling tearswelling up in her eyes. What was it going to be like for her now?What would she do? Hell, what could she do? No one would believe thetruth, and nothing could ever change it. Silence would remain thebest option.

Her head limply moved to look in frontof her, staring at the cave as hot tears finally fell from her blueeyes, leaving trails along her porcelain skin. How she wanted to runfrom there. Winter wanted nothing more than to flee to her home, andnever come out of her room again.

A sob echoed from the cavern, andwithout a moment of hesitation, Winter dropped her helmet, runninginto the shallow cave as quickly as possible. She didn’t care if itwas a trap; she knew that voice. Her legs refused to stop until shecame upon the end of the cavern, light filtering in from a large holein the ceiling to illuminate the scene before her.

Blake knelt on the rocky floor, herbody bent forward, her entire posture that of a broken spirit. Herarmor was gone, revealing her normal clothes covered in dirt andblood, her body shuddering and heaving with sobs. Even her ears wereslightly limp in despair. Laying around her in large swatches oftheir own blood were the other rangers, their bodies twisted,mutated, covered in what seemed to be veins of red that lay undertheir skin, helmets strewn around the cavern. The source of thecorruption seemed to be from stones that were jutting from terriblewounds, as if they had been violently stabbed with them. What Winterfound most horrific, were the eyes of the corpses; they werecompletely black, soulless. Shells of the lively teens they had oncebeen.

Her boot scuffed the rocks as she tooka stumbling step forwards, Blake slowly looking up at her. Thetortured, dead seeming amber orbs locked with horrified ice blue,both of the crying teens staring at each other for several seconds.Finally, Blake took in a shuddering breath, her eyes showing just howlost, broken, and utterly betrayed she felt.

“Winter…..” She choked outthrough sobs, the pain in her voice damning to the older woman.-

Winter choked on a sob as she coveredher mouth, desperately trying to push away the horrible memories. Nomatter how much it hurt her, how could she blame Blake for hatingher? She quickly walked to where the path abruptly ended, her morpherglowing and encasing her in a white light, taking her to the cliffside so she could go to the Schnee Tech headquarters and bury herselfin her work.

Yang walked along her sister andfriends, Ruby chattering happily with Weiss as she and Nora debatedthe finer points of which Mortal Kombat game was a blight to thefranchise. While she held fast that it had to be Mortal Kombat vs. DCUniverse, Nora was adamant that it had to be Mortal Kombat SpecialForces. To be fair, both had been great ideas gone terribly wrong.

“Ooooh. Look, guys.”Ruby called out, pointing at an old cavern. “Isn’t that thehaunted cave?”

Yang followed the finger, frowning.“Eh…. Yeah. I think it is.” For some reason, it alwaysfilled her with a deep dread. “We should go, though. This placealways creeped me out.”

Weiss nodded, shifting uncomfortably.“Yeah. I second that.”

However, Nora and Ruby scoffed. “ButYaaaang,” Nora started, “what’s so creepy about acave?”

Weiss grit her teeth. “It’s… notwhat’s creepy about it, but what it’s associated with. Three yearsago, four high schoolers and a middle schooler went missing from ourcity.” A bit of color drained from her face. “My sister,Winter, was friends with them. She came home one day a mess, cryingand saying that something had happened in the cave, and that no onecould find her friends. Cops found their blood and really weirdcrystals in the cave, but no bodies. Winter wasn’t really ever thesame afterwards.”

Yang nodded. “The middle schoolerwas in my art class. Really quiet Faunus girl. I think her fosterfamily didn’t even report her missing for like, a week. Apparently,they hadn’t noticed she was gone or something; I can’t reallyremember. They lost the ability to foster after that, if I rememberright.” She grinned playfully. “Guess the feds don’tapprove of people not noticing that foster kids are missing likethat.”

Ruby frowned slightly. “I barelyremember that.”

Yang scruffled her sister’s hair. “Youwere like…. eleven or twelve. It was a lot, and Dad tried to keepyou from hearing about it.”

Nora blinked. “Wow. I never evenknew about that.” Her gaze went back to the cave. “Thatsounds… awful. Finding your friends dead. Or even just losingthem.”

Weiss worried her sleeve absently,nodding. “Yeah. Winter became really buried in school work, andwith Grandpa’s company when she finally starting being able to bearound other people again. She never talks about it with anyone, noteven me, really.” Her eyes glanced at the cave again. “Weshould go. It’s really creeping me out.”

The others all eagerly agreed, walkingquickly from the cave, altering their course to the cliff side.

Blake walked around the command center,her tired eyes looking from monitor to monitor, trying to figure outhow to save Zordon. Ever since that day, he had fallen into a coma,and deteriorated steadily over the years. She had to reverse hiscondition somehow, but she didn’t even know what had caused it. Howcould she save him from an unknown enemy?

Her foot caught on a grate, trippingher slightly. Her mind was filled with images of the cave, hearingthe screeches of her team, then grunts of their corrupted bodies asthey attacked her. She tried to push herself back up, but she foundherself back in the cave, her helmet far from her as her gloved handsshook violently.

Blake turned, seeing Coco walkingtowards her, the red veins glowing eerily along her neck, face, andher pink armor. Her normally playful brown eyes were black, void ofeven the whites.

“Coco….?” She whimpered,looking at the others as they started twitching on the ground. Thiswas a horrific nightmare- it had to be.

“No… No, no, please,” shebegged, backing away from both Coco and Jaune as they drew theirweapons on her. “please, guys! It’s me! It’s Blake! Wake up,PLEASE WAKE UP!”

“Wake up… Wake up…” Blakefound herself whimpering in a trembling voice, shaking with GambolShroud in her hands, the barrel pointed at no one. Once again, shewas back at the command center, wild eyed and afraid. “Wake….up….”

She thought she heard something behindher, turning to be met with Cardin as he bared down on her in thecave, the crystal pulsing as it jut out from his throat, his vacantexpression making her skin crawl. The blood colored crystal seemedalive, the shifting reds turning to sickly maroon, then to anunsettling greyish purple. It looked like anime blood gone horriblywrong, and like any other normal person, Blake found herselfunwilling to hurt her own friends; even if they seemed like they weregoing to kill her. “Please, don’t…. Don’t come any closer…Cardin, please? Please, don’t…” She sobbed, her weapon almostfalling from her shaking hands.

Suddenly, Blake felt something clip hershoulder painfully hard, making her stumble. She glanced behind herto see Miló embedded in the rocks, turning back to see a black eyedPyrrha straightening up from throwing it at her, the crystal’scorruption spreading like a virus over the red armor on her body.

In that moment, Blake knew that Winterwasn’t coming. No one was going to save her from her own friends; thepeople she admired, and considered her family. If she was going tosurvive, she was going to have to save herself, and to do that, shehad to do the unthinkable. The unbearable.

“I…. I’m so…. so sorry….”She sobbed, looking at Pyrrha through the haze of tears. She wasfourteen years old, fighting a battle no one knew existed, and now…

Now she would have to kill her ownfriends.

Her hands were barely able to hold herweapon, turning to face Coco. “Pl-ple-ease… Forg-g-gi-veme…” She begged as her barrel trained on her, pulling thetrigger with a scream of sorrow.

A shot rang out from the commandcenter, Blake snapping out of the flashback in a blind panic. Shespun around almost wildly, shaking and crying as she tried to locateher attackers, finding herself utterly alone in the command center.She fell to her knees, curling her body into a ball as she sobbed.How could she go on like this; always not quite sure what was real orin her head?

A soft metallic clinking moved towardsher along the grates, not halting until a hard force gently brushedagainst her shoulder.

Blake reached out a trembling hand tostroke the cool metal of her zord, the once gigantic creature nowonly the size of a house cat. Ever since she had lost her team, itwouldn’t return to it’s normal size, and after so long in isolation,it was her only comfort. A metallic mewl escaped it, and Blake pulledit into her arms, holding it close.

How could this go on? How much longeruntil she well and truly lost her mind?

In her pain, she didn’t notice theflicker of color that appeared in Zordon’s tube. She didn’t see howthey glowed faintly. She didn’t see the red, pink, yellow, or bluelights that seemed to watch her as they hovered in the frosted tube.She didn’t see how they moved upwards and vanished.

“Yang, just come back, okay? It’sreally dangerous!” Weiss pleaded, clearly worried.

“She’s right, Yang. Just come on!”Ruby called out.

“C'mon, I wanna do it next!”Nora goaded, almost bouncing with energy.

Yang was walking along an old fallentree, arms stretched for balance as she swayed on the very unsteadywood. It wasn’t like she was even using it to go anywhere; the treejust had fallen to lay mostly over the edge of the cliff side,precariously attached to the earth by dead roots, nothing below butthe water of the ocean far below.

Yang slowly spun around on the wood,hearing Nora cheer her on while Weiss and Ruby gasped and begged herto come back. Even though there was another few yards of tree left,she felt like she had pushed her luck enough already, slowly makingher way back to the cliff. Carefully, she stepped on the creakingtimber, halting when her balance left her.

After a deep breath, Yang took threemore small steps, and then jumped onto the sturdy cliff, standing upwith a grin. “Ta-da!”

“Okay, my turn!” Noragleefully cackled, scrambling up onto the wood with a wide grin.

Eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly,Nora bounced along the wood, not caring how it creaked ominouslyunder her very overly confident footsteps.

“Nora, please stop it!” Rubypleaded.

Nora turned around and grinned as ifshe wasn’t currently risking a free fall to her own death. “Oh,come on. This thing’s been here for–”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”Weiss interrupted angrily. “I don’t care how long it’s beenthere; it’s rotting, and could easily choose today to stop beingthere for you two assholes to walk on!”

Yang shrugged at Weiss apologetically,“I like the rush.” She turned back to Nora. “Butseriously, come back. You’ve done it better than me, okay? You win.”

Nora shook her head. “I wanna go abit further. Just relax, okay?”

“You are walking on a rotting,dead tree that is hanging off the edge of a cliff, pushing your luckagainst gravity, and the fucking ocean.” Weiss snapped, hervoice high pitched with fear as her arms gestured wildly. “It’spretty hard to fucking relax!”

Nora waved her off absently, takinganother bouncing step towards the end of the log, whistlingcheerfully.

A sudden cracking sound made all ofthem freeze, horror choking them before the three on the cliffstarted screeching at Nora in near unison.

“Nora, move it!”

“Hurry up, you dolt!”

“Please hurry!”

Nora turned and dashed back as fast asher balance would allow, jumping as the log snapped in half,plummeting down into the ocean below. Her feet hit the grass near theedge, and Weiss’ hand grabbed her shirt to pull her even further ontoland, both of them falling over from how hard Weiss had yanked. Forseveral moments, nobody said anything, until Nora started laughingalmost gleefully. “That was fun! I wanna do that again!”

Weiss growled before lunging at her,slapping her arms and shoulders in fury. “You fucking dolt!You could have died, and you want to do it again?! Are youdense, or just have a death wish? Never, ever, ever, ever dothat to us again!”

“Awww, but I like doingthat!”

“What, giving me a damn heartattack?!”

“Okay you two.” Yang sighedas she pulled them apart, Nora still giggling. “That’s enoughinsanity for one day. Who wants to go get ice cream?”

Ruby and Nora instantly brightened up.“Ice cream!”

“Awww yeah. Ice cream, baby!”

“Fine.” Weiss seethed, givingNora one last slap on her shoulder.

Nora threw on an overly dramatic lookof agony, holding her arm. “She beats me! Domestic aboose!”

“Come on, you two act like an oldmarried couple.” Yang teased, watching Weiss use a humorlessdeadpan glare at her, Nora distracted by something drifting in theair in front of her. Probably a bit of some plant, or a feather.“Last one to town buys the ice cream.”

All of them leapt to their feet, racingtowards the path that would take them down to the town again. Rubypushed herself to try to gain a lead against Yang’s long legs,finding instead that the distance only grew by the second. Why didher sister have to be the tallest of them?

“Gangwaaaaaaay!” Noracalled, her voice approaching at an unnaturally fast pace.

Everyone looked back to see Norahaphazardly flying through the air, the large half ring of barkflying behind her telling everyone that she had tried to use it tosurf her way down the grass. And, it was also clear that she hadfailed horrifically. Ruby dove out of the way of the bark, Yangwatching her friend in dumbfounded shock as Nora flew towards her,arms milling uselessly. When they finally collided, they both hit theground and rolled a few feet before coming to a halt, groaning inpain.

“Yang!” Ruby called, hurryingto her sister.

“You fucking dumbass!”Weiss shouted in exasperation, stumbling over to Nora. “Areyou just that desperate to die today?!”

Nora hissed as she sat up, nursing herleft arm with a wince. “Yeah… I guess you’re right. Not agreat idea.”

The moment Weiss gingerly touched theinjured arm, the other girl flinched and hissed from pain. “Yang,I’m not a doctor, but her arm could be dislocated, or sprained. Orbroken.”

“Not broken. Done that before. Ithink I jammed it on the ground from my totally amazing and plannedlanding.”

Yang sat up and glowered at Noraslightly. “That’s what you get for being a damn chaoticneutral.”

“Better than a neutral good anyday.”

Ruby sighed irritably. “Okay, thisisn’t a campaign, guys. Party alignment aside, you need a doctor.”Nora booed at the remark. “So ice cream is postponed, I guess.”

“Won’t somebody think of thechildren?!” Yang gasped mockingly.

“Uhhh, guys? What’s that?”Weiss questioned in a confused tone.

Everyone looked at her before followingher line of sight to a strange multi-hued light in the trees. “Ummmm,I got nothing.” Yang admitted. “It looks like a ball ofChristmas lights, don’t ya think?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Ruby nodded.

The lights twinkled at them almostinvitingly, then split into four different colored lights quitesuddenly, the four girls all very apprehensive at what it could mean.For a moment, all was still, until the lights zipped towards them atan irrational speed, all four of them trying to hide behind theirhands or arms from any possible harm.

It took several moments of waiting forany sort of impact before Ruby realized that nothing had happened toher, slowly peeking out behind her arms to see the lights blinkingaround in front of them at an insane speed. She barely registered theothers also growing both bold and curious enough to look as well asshe watched the lights. They blinked to life in front of them, eachone in front of a different girl for only a moment or two beforevanishing again, only to reappear in front of a different girl. Itwas as if they were appraising each of them for something, trying tofind something before moving on to another one.

The red one blinked back in front ofRuby, but this time, it stayed visible, floating in the air quietlyas the other lights continued to flit from girl to girl. Finally, theyellow light came to rest in front of Yang, leaving the blue and pinklights to flicker between Weiss and Nora. The blue light pausedbefore Nora one last time, as if deciding on something, before itflashed back to Weiss, the pink one taking its place.

The lights glowed brightly in front ofthem, hovering in the air before them as if simply waiting, but noneof them knew what they were waiting for. Each of them glanced at eachother for reassurance, as if trying to double check that they weren’tinsane.

“I’m gonna touch it.” Yangwhispered cautiously, as if worried that the yellow light wouldsomehow hear her and attack.

“Yang,” Weiss hissed back,“be careful.”

Very hesitantly, Yang reached up andgingerly wrapped her hand around the light, exhaling the breath shehadn’t known she had been holding. She felt it solidifying in hergrip, flattening. When she opened her hand again, it was a clearyellow stone disc, edged in gold instead of the bright light. Theothers followed suit, each perplexed as the orb of light transformedinto the discs of stone, looking at them intently.

As Ruby held her red disc up to the skyto look through the jewel like stone, she heard Nora chuckling a bitnervously. “W-well… That was a bit anticlimactic.”

Suddenly, a sharp tug hit Nora in thechest, causing her to double over slightly, aggravating her alreadybattered shoulder.

“Hnnn!” She heard Yanggrunt, knowing that it wasn’t only her.

A soft glow wrapped around each ofthem, each light the color of the gem they held, and in a flash, theywere gone.

Winter sighed in her meeting, listeningwith only half interest to the members of the board, uncaring of howthe company stock value had climbed sharply in the last month. Theonly thing she cared about hated her, and she was incredibly tiredfrom fighting off several armed robbers the night before as the whiteranger. If it wasn’t frowned upon, she would be more than content tosimply doze off in the meeting room.

A sharp tug hit her chest, causing herto openly flinch. The room went silent as the speaker paused, alleyes on her. “Miss Schnee, are you alright?” She inquired.

Winter frowned, blinking as she foughtthe pull of her morpher to the command center. It took her a fewmoments to get control of herself before she gave them a politesmile. “Forgive me, but I feel unwell. I must go. I trust thatyou have everything in hand?”

They all nodded and assured hervaliantly as she collected her paperwork, giving them a final nodbefore leaving the room, heading to her office. If her morpher wascalling her, then it might be Blake. Her blood went ice cold;something could have happened to Blake, and she had to get to herfast. She was always the one that was using it to morph and toquickly get to the base at night when she felt the tug in her soulfrom Blake having a nightmare; it had been years since she had felt atug like this.

Winter passed her secretary as shemarched sternly to the oak door of her office, watching her perk up.“Melissa, clear my schedule for today, if you don’t mind. I’mfeeling rather I’ll, and I just received an urgent message from mysister.” She lied calmly.

“Right away, Miss Schnee. Shall Icall your driver?”

“No, that won’t be necessary.Klein is taking time off, and I can get a taxi. The air might do mesome good.” Winter smiled kindly, casually ignoring the factthat the city air smelled like hell.

If Melissa also thought of that samepoint, she never acknowledged it. “Of course. Do feel better,okay?”

Winter didn’t answer as she entered heroffice, closing the door behind her for privacy. Hurriedly, shereached to the back of her skirt for her morpher, the small powercoin and holder hidden in plain sight on her belt. She gripped it andgave it a firm pull to remove it, holding it in her hand beforelifting it into the air. There was a bright flash of white light, andthen Winter was gone.

It took only a few moments before shewas in the command center of the ancient craft, frantically lookingaround. “Blake? Blake? Blake, where are you?”

Ruby had never been more afraid in herlife as she was now, kneeling on what seemed to be metal grates,trembling as she looked around her new surroundings. She could seeher sister and their friends also nearby, clearly just as lost as shewas at this strange turn of events. There was a huge glass tube amidmonitors, control panels that had writing in a very odd language setinside of metal surfaces. She half expected an alien to walk out atany second and demand them to take it to their leader.

It was utterly bizarre to see suchmovie set like objects around them, and Weiss was half wondering ifthis wasn’t all some incredibly elaborate prank. But who would havethe desire, let alone resources, to employ such a prank on them? Itwasn’t like Vale was a particularly wealthy city, and her family waseasily one of the most prominent in at least a four state radius.There was no one that she could even consider being the culprit.

“Guys?” Yang whisperednervously, motioning for the others to come to her location.

Weiss felt like her footsteps were fartoo loud in the metal grates, ducking behind the control panel by theblonde with her friends. “Where are we?” Her voicewas shaking so badly.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She heardboth Nora and Yang reply soothingly. It didn’t help her to calm downat all.

“Yang,” Ruby hissed, “howare we gonna get out of here?”

“I’m not sure. But we’ll be okay.I promise.”

Weiss knew that Yang had no right tomake such a promise, but all that she could do was try to calm themdown.

A bright flash of white light lit thefar area of the grates before footsteps tapped the surface. All ofthem hid closer to the panel, scared.

“Blake? Blake?” A voicecalled out in worry. “Blake, where are you?”

Weiss knew that voice, standing upquickly. “Winter? Winter!”

Winter froze at the voice, jaw slightlyagape as her sister came bolting out from behind one of the securitypanels to hug her tightly. “Weiss?!”

“Winter, did you get trapped heretoo?”

Winter leaned back slightly even thoughshe had her arms wrapped around the smaller frame. “How did youget in here?” Others stepped out from where her sister had comefrom, the elder girl clearly even more confused. “No one issupposed to be able to get in here.”

“These stupid lights brought ushere. Well, they’re coins now, but they were lights.” A voiceshe recognized as Nora’s grudgingly answered.

Winter felt her body go ice cold,shaking her head. “No… That’s impossible. The coins were…..they’re lost. You need to show me them, Weiss.”

Weiss pulled away from her sister.“What do you mean? You’re familiar with this place?”

Winter held her hand out, her blue eyesfull of panic. “The coins, show me! Now!”

As Ruby began to hold hers out, asecond voice made itself known from the shadows.

“Don’t move. I will shoot, and Ihave very good aim.”

A cat Faunus stalked out with a deadlygleam in her amber eyes, her ears flat against her head as thestrange gun remained leveled on Weiss. The only one who moved wasWinter, planting herself between the girl and the group of frightenedteens.

“Winter, move.” The girlhissed in a dangerous tone.

“No.”

The gun remained fixed in position,though now it was directed at Winter. “Just move,Winter.”

“Blake, I will get them out ofhere as soon as I figure out how they got in. You must have feel thepull like I did.”

Yang looked between the two otherwomen, frowning in confusion, her limbs trembling in fear. “What’s…what’s going on?”

For a moment, the Blake girl lookedamong the four girls, and she seemed to back down. But her gazelocked onto the coins in their hands, her keen eyes spotting themeasily in the low lighting. Her gun was once again locked in place,her expression both dark and hurt. “Where did you get those?”

No one could answer her fast enough andshe took a furious step closer, now clearly enraged. “Wheredid you get them from?!”

“They just came to us, we swearit!” Ruby cried out in fear, cowering as the gun jerked in herdirection before Weiss openly flinched, spooking the already frazzledFaunus.

They knew that she was going to shoot,and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

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its-love-u-asshole · 7 years

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Hi there. I love your writing style of Saruhiko and Misaki. You are definitely my favourite author by far. I was wondering if I could request a Sarumi fic but I am disgusting and want that fluffy, sappy cafe worker and regular customer AU where they eventually end up together with fluffy smut at the end. Kill me this is so lame. Thank you for your time. Sorry for my awkward sense of self, I never have requested anything before.

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Rating: T

Notes: Hello! Thanks so much for this request, it was super cute and enjoyable to write and ahhh I’m so flattered that you like my writing so much orz I’m honored! I hope you can forgive me…it was really hard to find a place for a nsfw scene in this, so I left it out, but hopefully I can write smut for it in the future! Thanks so much once again!

‘Hey, what do you look like?’

His handwriting was bad today, worse than usual,the black ink smudging in some places from how close his palm was to the felttip of the pen. Yata swallowed thickly as he looked down at the sticky note,watching as his grip threatened to crumble the paper too much, making the wordsillegible.

Fuck, thatwould be his third attempt. He shoved the third sticky note into his pocket,convincing himself that he had the whole rest of his shift to get it right.Growling under his breath, Yata closed his eyes, letting the sounds ofclattering silverware and the chattering of customers fill his ears.

It was nearing the end of the late lunch hours,and service was winding down. Yata had barely clocked in thirty minutes before,catching the end of the rush, but it was by no means over. Soon, workers hungryfor dinner would pour in as well, and the cafe would be bustling once more,loud and smelling of fresh spices and mouthwatering dishes.

It wasn’t as bad as one would think, being the busboyfor a popular cafe. Not to mention, his boss was nice, and the customers wouldoften tip him for being so lively and efficient. Yata didn’t exactlyunderstand, all he was doing was clearing tables and doing the dishes, but hewas thankful. In the beginning it had seemed like an annoying, but easy job,not to mention all his friends worked in the same shopping center, and he couldmeet them after work. It didn’t pay a whole lot, but he worked another parttime job in the morning, and the tips from the cafe along with both checksallowed him to live a comfortable bachelor’s life, so he couldn’t complain.Homra had the best food too, and Kusanagi let him eat however much he wanted!

Still, his job wasn’t his current dilemma…morethe schedule…

The bundle of unused sticky notes in his pocketsuddenly felt a lot heavier.

Frustrated, he circled around the cafe again,picking up plates and wishing the patrons well as they collected their coatsand left. On auto pilot, he picked up the heavy plates of half eaten burgersand dessert pastries, silently scolding people for wasting so much food. Atleast anything in the kitchen which didn’t get eaten, including meals whichwere sent back, got donated to the hungry by Kusanagi.

Throwing the last of the plates into his gray bin,he wrung out one of the clean cloths he kept on hand, and began wiping down thetables. He had a good forty minutes before the dinner rush, maybe Kusanagiwould let him have a piece of cake…

He needed the distraction.

“Something wrong Yata-kun?” A feminine,yet strong voice broke him out of his thoughts, and despite how long he’dworked there, he felt his face flush stupidly as he tried to formulate aresponse.

Awashima waited for him patiently, the onlyindication of confusion being her quirked eyebrow as he knocked into the binbehind him. “A-Awashima-san! I’m fine! J-just, worried about getting allthis done before the rush…ha..ha…” Yata could’ve slapped himself.

“Oh? But you always get everything done in atimely manner. Are you sure?” The blonde inched forward a little, theconcern flashing only momentarily in the clear blue of her eyes.

Damn…

Yata was never a great liar, but lying to girlswas even harder damnit!

Awashima, Kusanagi’s wife, was always soperceptive too, making sure all the employees were in their best of sorts. Itwas another nice thing about Homra in a way, if a worker wasn’t feeling well orwasn’t comfortable for some reason, Kusanagi and his wife were alwaysunderstanding. It made them feel more like friends than superiors, and Yatarespected them with everything he had. Even if Awashima scared him at first…

Not only was she beautiful, but she could bedownright harsh to rude customers or part timers who weren’t giving it theirall. She was nice deep down though, and Yata could hold a decent conversationwith her now, a few stutters aside.

He groaned, shoulders relaxing in defeat as hebegan to scrub at a small stain. “Nothing…I just have…”

Ugh, fuck, this is embarrassing!

He knew Awashima probably already knew what it was, fuck, everyone in hisworkplace knew, even hisother friends knew, and they worked at completely different stores!

Why the blonde was forcing him to say it himselfwas humiliating, but maybe in a way it was good to vent.

“…It’s table four again…” That wasall he managed to say, and to any outsider it probably wasn’t odd, maybe tablefour was where big parties sat, or was harder to maneuver around. But Awashimaunderstood the real issue, a small, amused smile tugging at her lips.

“Ah…did something new happen? He was hereagain today, he looked more tired than usual,” she said with a laugh,following Yata to the next table as he wiped it down. Yata flushed despitehimself, tired huh?Saruhiko had told him he wasn’t one to get much sleep, but Yata wondered whathe actually looked like when he was exhausted. Did he have bags under his eyes?Was his clothing sloppy? What kind of clothes did Saruhiko even wear?

“N-nothing really, just…hey, can’t you guystell me what he looks like alreadu?! C'mon!” Yata bit his lip at his ownoutburst, but damn, it was frustrating! Plus…sometimes when things were onhis mind, he just blurted them out.

“I’m afraid not Yata-chan,” Kusanagi’ssmooth tone drifted into the space, and he casually wrapped an arm aroundAwashima’s shoulders, handing her a clipboard with what Yata guessed hadsomething to do with produce orders. “That would be cheating.”Kusanagi’s smirk told Yata he was having way more fun with his love life thanhe should be.

“But–!”

“Nope.”

Yata wanted to face plant against the table, butit probably wouldn’t have been a good idea, with all the chocolate stains andwhat not. Man, he could really go for some cake…

“Ah, I see you haven’t figured out the dailysticky note yet.” Kusanagi chuckled, watching as Awashima made her wayback to the kitchen. The cafe was mostly empty now, aside from an old couple onthe far side of the room, and the hostess at the front. Douhan hardly ever leftthe post, but Yata just knew she was listening.

Everyone here is so damn nosy!

Ever since that first day…

–

A few months back, Yata had been pissed cominginto work. Someone at his other job had made his life hell, leaving him allkinds of extra work in the construction yard. Yata’s muscles were sore, he wastired, and the last thing he wanted was to bus tables. The rush that night hadbeen especially bad, but it wasn’t what had set him off.

No, in fact, the problem had happened before thedinner hour had begun at all. Table four. Yata rarely cleaned that side of the cafe,but it was his first day switching after a new busboy had been hired to helpout, so now Yata was responsible for the right side of the cafe. No big deal,it was still the same job.

Or at least, he'd thought so. The customer at table four hadalready been gone by the time Yata had clocked in, but his mess was stillvisible, as if mocking Yata, challenging him to pick it up.

What kind of asshole….

The table was littered with notes, the rings ofthe half consumed coffee mug making the papers soggy and plastered to thetable. The papers were crumpled, obviously scratch paper, like someone had comein, done a furious amount of homework, and then had dashed out without a carein the world. The various equations and definitions on the sheets were foreignto Yata as well, maybe math…physics? Whatever, point was, it was messy andtotally inconsiderate!

Yata had grumbled about it the whole time he hadpicked it up, swearing at the mushy paper and ink stains which wouldn’t comeoff his hands. He knew it was his job to clean up, but who was such a dick thatthey left all this for the staff to deal with?!

He was at least raised way better than that.

After he’d successfully cleared it, he wasimmensely relieved, cursing whoever had occupied the table before, and hopingthey never came back.

Yata had never been lucky.

The whole week, the whole fucking week, whenever Yata clocked in,table four was waiting for him, messier than the previous day. Yata wasbeginning to think it was a prank, or some unknown enemy he had picked up onaccident, because that’s how deliberate it looked.

But no…

“Oh, table four?” Douhan looked up fromher list of reservations, preparing for the dinner rush. “It’s the sameguy every day, he comes in all huffy with his backpack, and won’t leave for twohours at least. He doesn’t talk much, and only orders coffee.”

“He’s not the nicest, but he makes my jobeasy,” Chitose voiced, bringing the serving trays out from the back.Chitose was one of his friends, the one who’d gotten him the job in the firstplace, a waiter who seemed to know a lot of questionable things about theregulars. “He doesn’t talk a lot, hell, I don’t even know much about him.Only his order.”

Now, that was weird. Chitose could make anyonetalk with enough prodding, so this guy must really be a piece of work.

Heh, that fits.

The next day, Yata glared at the table, eyetwitching as he noticed more papers, and some leftover pens as well. How uncaring was this guy?

On top of it all, and perhaps what pissed Yata offthe most, was the plate. For once, the guy must’ve ordered food, but from whatYata saw, he might as well have not. The redhead recognized the dish. It was asignature steak, complete with a side of vegetables. Fresh vegetables. Homra put a lot ofeffort into finding good suppliers so all their food was delicious, and this motherfucker…

Most of the steak was eaten, but all thevegetables had been crammed to one side of the plate, like they werecontaminated, some of them spilling off onto the table.

Yata blinked, staring into the void where thetable happened to be, the anger which had built up over the week surfacinguntil–

His impulses took over, and he stomped over toDouhan’s station, not answering her questioning look as he grabbed the stack ofsticky notes she kept there, and trotted back to the table, picking up one ofthe shitty pens the asshole had left behind.

Looking back, it wasn’t his shining moment. Yatahad no right to scold a customer, and he could’ve gotten in a lot of troublefor it, but fuck, he wasso pissed.

Angrily, he scribbled his frustrations down, notreally thinking.

'Excuse me, but some people have to clean upafter you! Who the hell leaves all their homework notes behind??? And how doyou even walk, all you ever order is fucking coffee and now you order steak anddon’t eat the vegetables! Are you dying?’

He grabbed the napkin holder, folding the note andstuffing it into the back of it, leaving only one edge sticking out.

For a brief moment, Yata’s anger cleared, and hethought maybe he shouldn’t be doing this. After all, if anyone looked hardenough, they could find the note, and he’d get in trouble, or the guy he wastargeting would report him too. Or maybe, no one would find it, and it’d sit inthe holder forever.

He exhaled suddenly, the tension flooding out ofhim. Right, this is stupid…

He should know better, he wasn’t some kid anymorewho could fight the world whenever he wanted. He had bills to pay and rules tofollow, and as much as he hated it, he’d try his best to keep a level head.Yata reached forward slowly, about to tug on the edge of the bright yellowpaper sticking out and discard the note for good. It wasn’t worth it in theend, he reasoned. Though, it would’ve been nice to give the table four guy agood scolding for all the trouble he’d caused.

Whatever, it’s not that big of a deal.

At that exact moment, the door whooshed open, andYata realized in terror how much time he’d wasted. Forgetting about the note,he rushed to pick up the last of the main room, and waited for the dinner rushto begin.

–

The next day was the same as usual, except whenYata walked up to the dreaded table four, there was a note.

A boring one, different from the bright yellowbear and animal shaped ones which Douhan kept. It was square, and a light blue,so simple, yet it froze Yata in his tracks.

Shit.

So that's what he’d forgotten. Yata feltpanic and relief all at once. Panic, because man, he seriously prayed no oneelse had walked by before he’d arrived and seen the note first. Relief, becauseboth bosses had greeted him happily on his way in, meaning that they had noknowledge of the note, and that table four guy hadn’t complained.

At least he’s trying to resolve this betweenthe two of us.

Yata almost felt guilty. He’d been in a bad mood,and had raged at an unsuspecting customer. A sloppy, obviously inconsideratecustomer, but still a customer.

He shook it off, approaching the note, so thewording became clearer, and hoped he could move on after reading the guy’sapology.

Only it wasn’t an apology.

There, scrawled in neat, almost femininehandwriting, were two phrases, ones Yata would never forget, and all sense ofguilt or amity flew right out the fucking store window.

'It isn’t my fault you can’t do yourpathetically easy job. Fuck you.’

This…

“This asshole!” Yata’s grip on the notewas fierce, and he threw it roughly into the garbage, seething from deep withinhis soul.

No. No way am I gonna take that!

For the second day in a row, he stormed over toDouhan, who didn’t even glance up from her magazine as he took a bundle ofsticky notes. These ones were duck shaped, not the most intimidating, but theywould have to do. He scribbled as fast as he could, aware that he should reallystart getting shit done, his handwriting twelve times sloppier than the guy’s.Somehow, it pissed him off even more.

'Fuck you! At least I was raised with mannersand shit! Fucking come say that to my face you dick!’

Yata had jammed the note into the holder, itchingfor a response.

–

That had been how it all started, and now he washere. Yata groaned, scrubbing a little too hard at a stain, threatening to peelsome of the paint off the table’s surface. He glanced up at Kusanagi with anunamused expression, thinking back to his comment.

“I figured out the sticky note for todayokay! It’s just embarrassing!” Yata glared at his boss, watching as theother was obviously enjoying his pain.

“Hey, you brought this on yourself,”Chitose’s voice lingered from the kitchen, and soon after, he stepped out, nolonger in his uniform. Chitose was off work, soon to be replaced by anotherserver, and Yata envied him as he began to waltz towards the exit. “Youwrote him first. You really suck at flirting, in fact, the both of youdo.”

Yeah. He couldn’t argue with that. It wasn’t likeYata had been trying to flirt in the first place though damnit! It hadjust…happened.

Fushimi Saruhiko. That was table four guy. Yatalearned the name after about a week of their feud. After their first exchange, Saruhikohad made it his mission to mess up his table as much as possible, seeminglyfueled by his spite for Yata. The redhead had cursed him all along the way, andtheir correspondence increased rapidly over the next few weeks purely out ofshared pettiness.

It started off as expected: insults. Saruhiko wassurprisingly witty and clever with his comebacks, which only served to increaseYata’s anger with every work day.

'As if I’d want to fight a cafe worker. Maybe Ican’t, for all you know I could be some old man who you’re harassing.’

'Cut the crap! Your homework has universityclass headers! You can’t be that old!’

'Ah, snooping are we? And commenting on my dietearlier, you must genuinely care.’

'You better hope I never see your stupidface on the street!’

'Even if you did, it’s not like you’d know.’

That conversation haunted Yata more now,considering Saruhiko had been right. They’d been talking through sticky notesfor almost two months, Yata knew all sorts of facts about the other, but whatSaruhiko actually looked like was still a mystery, and the worst part was, hewas the only one in the dark. All his morning coworkers, his bosses, they all knew.

It’s not like it would’ve mattered, if it hadn’tbeen for the fact that Yata, somewhere in between those exchanged insults,which had then turned into casual questions, and then small talk, hadcompletely developed a crush by accident.

How fucking lame.

It wasn’t like he could help it. He’d learned asurprisingly amount of stuff about Saruhiko, and in return had shared a goodamount of stuff about himself. Maybe it was stupid, after all, Saruhiko wastechnically a stranger, but…

Yata smiled to himself as he wrung out a new rag,bits and pieces of conversations running through his head in a split second. Hethought about each note, each topic and fact he’d learned about the other boy,all leading up to the very last one he’d had.

'Hey, how come you never come eat dinner oranything here? You come every day for lunch.’

'Do you want me to?’

Yata nearly dropped the utensils he’d beenpicking up as a flush spread out across his face. Fuck, thank god Saruhikowasn’t actually at Homra, Yata was mess today…

Yata stared at the singular question, bitinghis bottom lip, because really, the answer was obvious. Of course, he wantedSaruhiko to come when he was actually working. Yata wanted to see him, talk tohim in person, maybe…

Yata shut that train of thought down as fast ashe could, and instead shakily wrote out his response.

'Well…yeah, don’t you want to?’

It might’ve been lame, but what did Yata have tolose? He was pretty sure his feelings were obvious anyways…right? Could thosethings even come across in such little notes? Sure, sometimes they’d use up twoor three for their responses, almost like letters, if the conversation neededit, but was that enough?

Yata tried to reason with himself that if itwasn’t obvious, if Saruhiko asked, he’d have to spill his guts. Then…ifSaruhiko rejected him, there’d be no real problem, because they didn’t knoweach other and would never have to cross paths.

Yata swallowed thickly at the thought though.No, that wasn’t true. He didn’t know what Saruhiko looked like, the color ofhis eyes, the style of his hair, but he knew he liked video games, and hatedparties, and his hobby was graphic design, and he seldom slept well, and awhole bunch of other shit which made him feel close to the other.

Yata snapped back to the present when Chitosecontinued to talk to him. “You know Yata, you don’t exactly have to worry.That guy comes in and the first thing he does is read your note and respond, hedoes it before he even gets his coffee! That guy practically lives off thatshit too…”

Yata’s hands tightened around the rag, the watersloshing out over the table he’d been cleaning way too long, and a spike ofhappiness nearly knocked him into oblivion.

Saruhiko…was excited to talk to him.

“So, yeah,” Chitose said breezily,waving goodbye as he headed out the door. “He’s into you, so write yourdamn response and ask him out already!”

Kusanagi chuckled beside him, flipping through thepaperwork he held as he shot Yata a knowing look, and headed to the other sideof the cafe.

Ask him out…

Part of Yata wondered if it was too soon, if therequest would be too sudden, but then there was that knowledge from before. Heknew Saruhiko, not fully, but…

He knew Saruhiko was smart. That was the firstthing he’d discovered.

–

One day, Yata hauled himself through the cafedoors grumpily, pinning on his name tag and carrying his bin over to tablefour, same as every day, expecting the usual smart ass note. He’d gotten one ofcourse, a response to his last, and a bit longer than usual, taking up almostthe whole sticky note.

'I don’t do my homework here because I want to,it’s just quieter, but you sound obnoxious, so maybe you just don’t knowanything about that concept. I like getting my homework done all at once, it’sa pain if I wait.’

Yata glared down at it, pulling out his ownpack of notes (which he now kept in his pockets, as one does when engaged in anote war with a rude son of a bitch) in preparation for his reply. Somethingstopped him that day though. He looked over mid-sentence, seeing a stack ofpapers which stood out from the usual notes and scribbles Saruhiko tended toleave behind.

They seemed more important somehow, and begrudgingly, Yata scooped them up,intent on putting them in the lost and found. Upon closer inspection, hefigured out they had been a few of the other’s past exams, physics from whatthe headers said, and Saruhiko had scored high.

Like, impossibly high. And shit, it was prettyamazing.

He’d stared at them for a good two minutes,going over the information on each page, the difficult concepts whichSaruhiko’s nice writing seemed to answer quickly and efficiently, like anexpert, and Yata couldn’t help but be impressed.

All previous comebacks and taunts left hismind, and he’d written one question on the small square for the day.

'Hey, you scored almost perfect on yourtests! What do you study?? That’s so cool!’

It was only later that Yata raced back to thetable before closing, and added something to the end.

'For a jerk anyways!’

Saruhiko had ended up being a double major, inphysics and biology, and Yata wondered how he wasn’t dead. Saruhiko had seemedshy at first to answer Yata’s questions about university life, but after awhile, most things were fair game. Saruhiko liked his professors well enough,but he thought his campus was too crowded. Saruhiko got good grades (somethinghe’d only admitted after a lot of prodding on Yata’s part), and his Tuesdaysand Thursdays were the busiest.

'What about you?’

It was the third week of their correspondencewhen Saruhiko asked him his first question, and for whatever reason, it madeYata’s heart stop for a millisecond, and he’d paused before reading the rest ofthe note.

'You don’t go to school or anything?’

“Ooo, what are you gonna say?”Chitose’s voice came up behind him, and Yata all but had a heart attack,jumping back and hitting his hip against the table, all the while Chitose wenton as normal. “That must be kinda embarrassing…but don’t worry!”

Yata’s annoyed look morphed into confusion, andhe blinked at his friend. “Huh…embarrassing? Why?”

Chitose must’ve realized right then that he’dstepped on a land mine, because he waved his hands in front of him immediately.“N-nothing! Just tell him whatever you were gonna tell him!”

The damage was done though, and Yata wasnervous. Still, he wasn’t a liar…

'No…I dropped out of high school becauseit rlly wasn’t for me you know? I work though! My jobs aren’t for smart peopleI guess ha, but I’m glad I have them!’

Yata tried not to sound too defensive, but hecouldn’t help it. He didn’t want Saruhiko to think he was dumb (if he didn’talready), and the rest of the day and the next was filled with a strange new anxiety.

The next day, he’d gone to table four, and therest of his shift, his coworkers were concerned his face was stuck in apermanent grin.

'You have a job, so what does the rest matter?’

After that, it had been easy to tell Saruhiko allhis work stories, all his encounters with mean customers and dumb jokes fromthe break room. Saruhiko asked him more questions than before, stuff about ifhe liked working in a restaurant, and if it made him sick of the food.

It was so weird, being able to talk to Saruhiko sonaturally. By the end of the first month, Yata knew he just clicked with theother, and damn it, he wasn’t going to let that slip by. Though…

Getting the more personal details out of Saruhiko,it had been more of a challenge, but Yata never backed down from those.

'You must study a lot, when do you have timefor fun? Hanging out with friends and stuff…All my friends work in thiscenter, so it’s awesome!’

'Fun? Most of the people I talk to areclassmates, so I see them often. I don’t dislike them I guess.’

Yata smirked at that. Saruhiko was so hesitantat admitting things sometimes, Yata could tell from his writing alone.Basically, in Saruhiko speak, he did indeed have friends, and he probably likedthem a lot.

Yata didn’t exactly know where to start withthe response. He had so many questions. What were Saruhiko’s friends like? DidSaruhiko act different around them? Did he have a lot? What did they dotogether?

There was so much he wanted to know, it waslike he was playing catch up. He was jealous of people who already knewSaruhiko, who got to be around him all the time…

Eventually, Yata calmed down, and figured thetopic of friends would be a long conversation and was better saved for later.Besides, what he wanted to know most of all…

'You don’t have anything else you like todo? I play video games when I get home! I also like action movies n stuff. Dou? What are your faves??’

Yata was excited to know. Small details, bigdetails, whatever Saruhiko would offer. It was after that reply that he’d begunto start day dreaming. Maybe he and Saruhiko could go see movies together, ifthey liked the same kinds. Or maybe Saruhiko could come to his apartment andthey could play video games, Saruhiko would probably be good at the strategyones…

He’d bolted into the cafe the next day, hardlyremembering to shrug on his apron as he walked briskly to the table which he’dcome to hate less and less each day.

His heart raced when he realized he’d been leftfive notes, small paragraphs, and he wanted to jump for joy.

'I guess, I like those things too.’

It was shortly after, in between the movieanalyses and talking about their game collections, that Yata knew he likedSaruhiko more than just a friend.

–

Yata began to look forward to each new note, nomatter how brief. He grew excited, thinking about the papers of physics noteswith little doodles and messages about how to beat certain bosses in the newestgame they both owned. Yata was so lame, he was even happy about picking upSaruhiko’s half empty coffee cup, still warm and serving as a reminder thatyes, Saruhiko was real, and he’d only just missed him. Yata would run from hisfirst job, eager to see what Saruhiko had left him in the shoddy napkin holder.Yata would daydream at his morning job, dream that maybe if he ran fast enough,he’d catch Saruhiko before he left and they’d finally meet.

No such luck so far.

Yata finished cleaning the last table just as thefirst party showed up for the beginning of the dinner rush, and he realized itwas now or never.

He didn’t think he had enough confidence to askSaruhiko out quite yet, plus…part of him wanted to do something like that inperson, as cheesy as it was.

“Welcome to Homra, how many thisevening?” Douhan’s level voice carried through the cafe, alerting the waitstaff and cooks to get ready, and Yata made his decision. He still had one morequestion he wanted to ask, no matter how humiliating it was, no matter how muchSaruhiko might laugh at him for it.

Walking over to table four, Yata gently pulled outSaruhiko’s last note to him.

'I can’t come at dinner time until my semesteris over, my classes run late, by the time I’m out, the cafe is closed.’

Yata’s breath catches again, as it had the firsttime he read it, as his eyes drifted to the second half of the note. 'Otherwise, I would.’

He would come see me if he could. Once thesemester is over, Saruhiko can come see me.

It’s all the motivation he needed really, as he tookout his pen and the dumb stack of duck shaped notes.

'I’m glad you can come at all, I want youto. Btw Saruhiko–’

The crowds start to flood in, and Yata took in adeep breath.

’-what do you look like?’

–

As Yata sat in bed after a long day, he foundhimself wondering what the fuck compelled him to ask that question. It probablylooked super weird, maybe even pervy, and he was cursing himself once again.

It was too late though, he’d done it. That dumbnote was sitting in the napkin holder right now, unable to be retrieved or tornup. Saruhiko was going to read it, and the realization made Yata giddy andnauseated all at once.

He wanted to know, he wanted to know so much ithurt. He wanted to put a face to the name, make his daydreams less hazy.Saruhiko had to be handsome, it didn’t matter if it was in the traditionalsense or not. Saruhiko would be handsome to Yata, there was nodoubt. Yata had theorized before, and it was fun, but there was no beating thetruth. At the thought, he laughed to himself, clutching his pillow a littletighter as a few memories crossed his mind.

'Ur a real piece of shit. You should rllyeat better…and stop leaving ur shit on the table!’

Saruhiko had left another plate of vegetablesabandoned that day, and Yata glared. The homework he’d gotten used to, withmost of his initial anger about it gone, but the food was something which hadcontinued to bother him.

'I don’t like vegetables. What do you care?’

'I don’t know, all you drink is coffee, andif you don’t eat vegetables, who knows what kind of shit you’re eating atdinner time!’

'How sweet of you, but I’m alive, so no need tonag me.’

Looking back at those few days of exchanges, Yatasmiled fondly. Saruhiko was probably some skinny guy, that much he could guess.Then there was also the other annoying detail…

'I could totally take you! I’m tougher thanI look!’

The proclamation had ended up being a mistake.

'Oh? Are you on the smaller side then? How tallare you, Misaki?’

A few days and some embarrassed insults later,Yata found out how tall Saruhiko was.

What a bastard…

That was it though. Saruhiko was tall, probablyskinny, and always looked tired (according to his co-workers). Yata had anagging feeling that he didn’t smile much either, but it somehow seemed to fit.

As gone as Yata was, he couldn’t help but beannoyed that the only thing Saruhiko knew about his appearance was his height.

–

“Um…Yata-kun, aren’t you going to readit?”

Awashima’s voice sounded miles away, but even thenhe could hear the light teasing there, and it became a bit clearer as to whyshe and Kusanagi were perfect partners after all.

“Uh, why?” Yata winced at his own stupidquestion.

“Well…it’s quite obvious you want to,”she tried again, tapping her pen against the table’s surface. “You’ve beenhere quite a while.”

She had a point. Yata had been standing in frontof table four for way too long, staring at the napkin holder with sweaty palmsand a flushed face as the corners of the same, plain blue note stuck out.

Fuck.

There it was, the excitement pooling in his gut.Would Saruhiko indulge him, would he finally know? Or would he be made fun ofor called weird? Would this be the last note he ever–

“Yata, you still have six more tables,”Douhan’s calm voice called from the hostess stand, and it was enough to snaphim out of it. Though they could be a little too perceptive for Yata’s comfort,he was thankful for his female co-workers, if only because they helped him geta grip.

Right, I have to read it now or wait untilafter dinner, and hell no am I doing that!

Carefully, he reached forward, tugging at the foldof paper. It was only one note, not the usual three or four, so he already feltdread as he unfolded it, the neat words revealing themselves.

All anxiety was replaced with relieved amusement,and Yata didn’t know whether to be pissed off or over the moon.

'I don’t know. Normal I guess. Why?’

God, if that wasn’t such a Saruhiko thing to say.

He started laughing, which must’ve concernedAwashima, because she reached to pluck the note from his hands, reading it inconfusion.

“He’s an odd one.”

Yeah…

When his chuckles finally subsided, Yata feltready to work, deciding to leave his response for after his shift was over.

He was in a good mood throughout the dinner rush,and actually ended up receiving a few tips from customers who found hispresence refreshing when he went out to help with large parties. All the while,Saruhiko’s note was on his mind.

Yata couldn’t believe he’d expected anything different.Saruhiko, the same shy Saruhiko he’d been talking to, wouldn’t just give him anall-out description of his fashion sense, of his eye color, his face shape.Hell, he probably hadn’t even considered it, and it made Yata grin whenever hethought about it.

What a loser.

Sometime in the midst of his rounds, he droppedoff his reply, and this time he couldn’t wait for Saruhiko’s.

'No! I meant what do you LOOK like? Youdumbass. I want to kno that shit, don’t you?’

The next day, Yata was on cloud nine.

'Of course, don’t be dumb.’

–

There had been some resistance even after that,Saruhiko was obviously too humble, but after Yata had looked at his own self inthe mirror (which had been painfully awkward and sorta weird to do alone in hisown apartment for longer than a few minutes), and told Saruhiko hisobservations with little embellishment, Yata had gotten what he wanted.

He bit his lip, clocking into work after his breakand letting the thoughts flood him.

Saruhiko was tall. Lanky and tall. He had blue eyes, and his skin was light and pale.Saruhiko styled his hair with gel, the brown swoops would otherwise sit flat onhis head apparently, which annoyed him greatly. Saruhiko wore a lot of hoodiesand jeans, and he also sported simple, black framed glasses.

With each detail, the blurred image in Yata’s headbecame clearer and clearer, though it was never enough.

The taller’s eyes probably stood out brightlyagainst his skin, the glasses heavy and managing to hide the bags of exhaustionunder Saruhiko’s eyes. Saruhiko’s hair was probably long enough to thread hishands through it, Yata would probably have to push off his feet a bit to be eyeto eye, to kis–

“Yata, table three!”

“R-right!”

Every 'probably’ in his head multiplied, but ashappy as it made him, he wasn’t sated.

I want to see him.

He wanted every 'probably’ to become 'actually.’

–

'I want to see you for real now.’

'There’s not much to see.’

…

'Saruhiko, ur an ass but I think I reallylike you.’

'You’re obnoxious, but I probably like you too.I can’t explain it otherwise, it’s annoying.’

'Explain what?’

'Why I think about you.’

…

'Have you ever kissed anyone before? Ihaven’t but I bet I wouldn’t be that bad heh…’

'Mm. You probably wouldn’t be. I don’t knowabout me though. It doesn’t look too hard. It’s stupid.’

'Well pft I’d help or whatever.’

–

It was another month of replies later, and it wasthe last week of university instruction. Not that Yata had looked it up oranything…no way.

The conversations with Saruhiko had gotten moreand more intimate, to the point where Yata would wake up with…problems, andhe’d get distracted at work more often.

He got made fun of, of course. He was pretty sureEric (the perv) had peeked at more than a few notes, and Chitose had shot himknowing glances across the room more times than he could count. Douhan andAwashima also felt the need to update him every day now, which he was secretlygrateful for.

'He blushed today, I’ve never seen him do that,what did you tell him?’

'He actually smiled, it was unreal.’

'He cleaned up after himself when he spilled hiscoffee. He looked pretty determined to keep the table clean.’

Though all the teasing and implications werehumiliating, it couldn’t stomp out the overall ecstasy he was feeling as theweeks went by, and now…

'My last final is Thursday afternoon.’

The week couldn’t go by any slower.

He dropped about five plates over the next fewdays, bumped into tables one too many times, and Kusanagi had scolded him quitea bit more than usual. He couldn��t help it, he was distracted.

Saruhiko was going to come eat dinner on Thursday.Saruhiko was going to be there when Yata was working. Saruhiko was going tomeet him.

Rumor spread in the cafe pretty damn quickly,which only served to make Yata twenty times more nervous.

What if Saruhiko changed his mind, or didn’t likewhat he saw? What if they had nothing to talk about in person?

Shit, I’m screwed. Why am I being such a kidabout this?

“Yata.”

Douhan’s light voice made Yata jump, clutching hischest as he turned to see her in the doorway of the break room, calm and maybea bit put off from the noise.

“Uh…s-sorry. What is it?”

Wordlessly, she closed the distance, pulling outan object from her bag and handing it to him, before turning back and out thedoor.

Right before she left for good, she turned, aneasy grin on her usually impassive face. “He left it for you today.”

Yata’s eyes widened, flying to the item in hishand, only to see it was the newest game for the console only Saruhiko owned. Yatahad the older model, so he was confused at first, to say the least. There wasanother note on top however, a smaller one, but it was everything to Yata.

'It’s a quick game, maybe on Thursday, you cantry it out at my place to see if you want to borrow it. Something tells me someoneas brash as you would need help anyways.’

A shiver ran throughhim, and Yata stupidly clutched the note in his hand, rushing to the employeeroom to put it somewhere safe, as if he was imagining it and wanted prooflater.

Saruhiko was such a dick, but he was also awkwardand shy and had totally invited Yata over, and the redhead’s anxiety quicklyspun into anticipation.

–

The last note he left Saruhiko was on Wednesdaynight.

'I’ll see you at dinner you loser.’

–

Thursday’s dinner shift was one of the worst inhistory, and while Yata wasn’t one for superstitions aside from the occasionalparanormal shit, he was pretty convinced the shift had been littered with badomens.

First, a spill at table six, which had left hissweater completely covered in some screaming kid’s root beer. Yata handled itlike a champ, not letting his discomfort show until he’d calmed the boy downwith another soda and a replacement coloring set and made his way to the back.

He’d worn one of his nice hoodies, one with lesstears and unraveled threads. He may have worked as a busboy, and no doubt hisclothes got dirty with each shift and he smelled like dish water, but damnit,if he wasn’t going to try and make some kind of impression on the guy he’d beeninterested in for months!

Sadly, the plan had failed, though he couldn’t saythe plain white long sleeve he had on under his sweater was that bad. He’d just have to becareful…

That plan had also been flushed straight down theshitter.

One of the newer employees had also managed to letthe mop sink in the back overflow, and Yata had been the one to clean it,effectively soaking through his shoes and socks.

The most recent issue, the dreaded Burger Incident(Chitose had already given it a name, ha fucking ha), was still sitting heavyon his shoulders (and on his shirt).

Who knew slipping on a slightly under cooked pattywould lead to a near death experience.

Yata sighed heavily as he cleared yet anothertable, trying his best to keep on a neutral expression as the chaos of thedinner rush continued around him.

Then…there was the biggest disappointment.

It was halfway into the rush, and still noSaruhiko. Yata tried to reason through it as best he could, but he’d never beenthe particularly patient type.

He’s just running late.

There’s still two hours left.

He wouldn’t forget.

He wants to see me.

But as he looked to the door, where new familiesand business executives kept coming through, he felt his heart sinking.

“Excuse me.”

Maybe he’s just…

“Excuse me sir!”

Yata was jolted back to his senses by the sound ofa woman from two tables down, and it was obvious her irritated stare wasdirected at him. Yata straightened immediately, making his way over and lettinghis customer service persona consume him as best he could. He wasn’t a server,but Kusanagi always said it was everyone’s job to assist patrons.

With his usual grin and unsuspecting optimism,Yata waited for whatever the woman had to say, trying not to take it toopersonally when she didn’t even face him when she was speaking.

“Yes, if you could, would you find my waiter?He can’t even take a proper food order it seems, I asked for seasonedvegetables, not rice, and I wanted this steak well done.”

In his head, Yata’s alert system goes offimmediately, because really, this is how most 'awful customer’ situationsbegin, and he knows he has to diffuse it as quickly as possible.

Since it was table nine, it was most likelyChitose’s, and luckily the other could talk his way out of most situations. Hewas probably ringing someone up…

“Ah, I’m really sorry about that m'am! Let mejust find him and take this back to the kitch–”

“How difficult is it really? I was very clearwith my order, I expect him to be properly dealt with.”

And that’s when Yata tenses.

Uh oh.

Douhan’s green irises flashed in his directionfrom where she was seating another party, and they seemed to echo the samerealization.

It’s one of those. This is bad. Abort mission.

'One of those’ usually meant a rather intensecustomer, someone who complained about little things, and simultaneously putdown the staff. They were never fun, and Yata had seen it from afar, butdealing with it himself was terrifying.

“Again, I apologize, I’ll take care of it andget you a new meal as soon as possible!”

Please leave it at that. Please leave it atthat.

She doesn’t.

“My dinner should be free at this point, canI speak to the manager?” The lady is looking at him now, finally, sincebefore she’d only been scowling at the drinks menu as if she was above lookinghim in the face. Her eyes roamed over him, once, and then once more, slower thesecond time, until her nose crinkled up in dissatisfaction. It seemed she’dfinally noticed.

Yata didn’t really have to guess what she wasgoing to say, he’d often been given snooty looks from customers, it just camewith his job. Sometimes, no matter how nice or genuine he was about his hardwork, people couldn’t see past the rolled up sleeves and stains on his apron.But, it never failed to make him sick either way.

“Oh. Yes, I absolutely will need tospeak to a manager. What a waste of breath, I doubt a busboy could help me inany–”

“It’s odd that someone who’s already eatenmore than half their meal would have any complaints,” a smooth, low voicecut through the air between Yata and the customer, and only then did Yatarealize someone was standing next to him. For whatever reason, he felt hisentire body shiver, like it had registered something before he had.“You’re disturbing the other people here with your nonsense, myselfincluded.”

The woman sputtered, overcome with theembarrassment of other people’s eyes on her, but Yata didn’t care at all abouther regrets about making such a fuss, because as soon as he turned to his side,he was practically blindsided.

He was looking at the other man’s waist first,because he was holding something out for Yata to take, and the redhead graspedfor it dumbly. Menus…

“A server forgot to collect these from mytable, so here,” he said, and fuck that voice was so smooth. Yatanodded, basically too busy to process the fact that the menus were supposed tostay at the table anyways,and finally looked up into the face he’d been dreaming about for months.

The rest of the conversations around him might aswell have been nonexistent, his body on autopilot as he began to move away whenKusanagi came to take over the disturbance. Yatawas too blown away, couldn’t even make himself turn back to the customer as shemuttered out an embarrassed apology, because fuck, he would know those eyes in frontof him anywhere.

Blue, sharp, like the calm in the wake of a stormat sea, threatening to drown him with one step into its depths.

He’d never seen them before, but he knew.

There was no mistaking the intensity of the gaze,the way his face was framed by the messily styled hair, the slightly concealedbags underneath his glasses…

Yata knew exactly who it was, would’ve known himin the largest of crowds or most muddled of spaces.

He had been right, Saruhiko was handsome, but moreso than Yata had expected, or knew how to handle. His back hit the far wall bythe entrance to the kitchen, distanced a bit from the dining area, struck withthe exciting observation that Saruhiko had fucking walked him backwards over to somewhere moreprivate, maybe without noticing too, judging from how those calculating eyes weretaking Yata in as well, soaking in every detail, and the redhead could onlyhope Saruhiko was as pleased as he himself was.

God I probably look and smell like shit…butSaruhiko is…

“Wow…” It slipped out before Yata couldstop himself, and he straightened quickly when Saruhiko’s eyes snapped up tomeet his, and Yata could see the other swallow and fuck I can’t do this.

But then the moment in time resumed, and all thesounds of the dining room and laughter flooded back to Yata’s ears with oneclick of Saruhiko’s tongue. The taller glared at the ground, avoiding Yata’sgaze as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Wow yourself…” Saruhiko mutteredshyly, the faintest hint of a blush sweeping acrosshis cheeks, and Yata was pretty sure he was gonna marry this stupid jerk.“I hope that’s not all you can say.”

Ah yeah, this was definitely Saruhiko.

“Shut up! You know it’s not!”

“Well obviously you can write,” Saruhiko replied,his lips upturning in a slight smirk which Yata couldn’t help but return.“But who knows?”

“What?” Yata’s eyes were challenging nowhe was sure, and he was grateful that they were pretty much hidden from view,only servers walking by would be able to see how close they were, how Yata wasstaring between Saruhiko’s lips and eyes because he couldn’t decide which oncewas better. “You think I’m an impostor?”

“No,” Saruhiko’s answer was quick,cutting almost, and the urge to kiss him intensified about twenty times more.

No, it would be too soon…right?

Maybe the whole thingwas going too fast, but Saruhiko was so easy to engage with, the words wouldn’tstop, and it didn’t help Yata’s urges. Calm down…

But then he remembered the months ofconversations, of exchanging fucking letters essentially, and all the dumbthings he knew about the other. Saruhiko’s daily routine, the classes he took,how he liked his coffee, his favorite movies and video games, and then suddenlyit didn’t seem too soon at all.

Fuck…no no…we haven’t even done properintroductions, he just showed up! I should shake his hand or…talk aboutsomething else…yeah uh–

“There’s no way it’s not you,” Saruhikocontinued, voice lowering as if he was trying to make it as inaudible aspossible. “You’re better than I pictured.”

The 'maybe I should kiss him’ in Yata’s headinstantly became 'I definitely will.’

Yata shakily raised his hands to Saruhiko’s shirtcollar, because thehell with handshakes, and he flushed furiously, trying not to seem like atotal loser as Saruhiko stepped even closer into the touch, lips parting.

Hell…

He seriously hoped no one would come by to watchhim tremble like a teenager with his first kiss, but that’s what it felt like,and it was exciting and he wanted it more than anything.

“U-uh…w-well I’m gonna–”

“Yeah,” Saruhiko cut him off, and theyboth leaned in, their lips crashing together in a kiss Yata had waited way too long for.

Saruhiko’s skin was cold from the outside air, buthis breath was hot against Yata’s face as they tentatively pulled back everynow and again, only to curiously push forward to press their mouths backtogether. Each peck seemed innocent, closed mouthed and experimental, yet therewas nothing slow about the kisses. They were hungry, quick, light smackingbeing created as a result, and Yata felt like he could fly if he tried.Saruhiko smelled like peppermint and coffee with just the slightest edge ofhair product thrown in, and Yata breathed in greedily as Saruhiko’s hand pulledhim closer.

It was only when Yata heard a triumphant 'yes!’ beingyelled from the kitchen, followed by an 'ow,’ did Yata break away inembarrassment.

His face was impossibly red, but he still managedto throw open the kitchen door to glare at Chitose, who was holding his sidefrom where Awashima had jabbed him. Right, Yata had forgotten about the smallwindow in the kitchen’s door. He hadn’t even thought Chitose would considerpeeping through it either. The older man had no sense of shame though, simplythrowing Yata a thumbs up before the door shut again.

Yata needed to pay more attention to hissurroundings. He groaned, hiding his face in his hands while Saruhiko took afew steps away.

He’d gotten carried away, but considering howgreat of a fucking kiss that had been, he couldn’t regret it too much.

“U-um…we should uh…maybe…” Yatastuttered uselessly, eyes meeting Saruhiko’s again and rendering speech moreimpossible than before.

Fuck it.

He thrust his hand out awkwardly, nearly jabbingSaruhiko in the stomach with the action, and watched as the taller stared atthe outstretched hand in confusion.

“Yata Misaki, nice to finally meet you.”

It was stupid, since they’d just fucking kissed, and had learned eachother’s names months ago, but it was the best Yatacould do.

The silence between them was starting to get tohim though, his hand beginning to shake as he awkwardly kept it in front ofhim, and he was torn between laughing it off as a joke or simply jumping offthe nearest cliff.

But then there was a smooth hand slipping intohis, grasping firmly in what was probably the most unnecessary handshake ever,and Yata sighed with obvious relief. Saruhiko’s hand was cold, and Yatatightened his grip, eager to change that.

“Really? Fine. Fushimi Saruhiko.”

Yeah, it sounds so much better in person.

Yata grinned brightly, and as Saruhiko returnedit, he knew nothing would ruin the moment. He doubted he’d ever forget iteither.

“I work for a few more hours, can youwait?” Yata hoped the offer to go home with Saruhiko still stood, his bodypractically vibrating in excitement.

Saruhiko smirked in full this time, and yeah, Yatawas gone.

“Table for one?”

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