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nikrangdan · 3 years

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classmate!sunghoon

pairing: classmate!sunghoon x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: you felt like park sunghoon was way, WAY out of your league... what happens when the teacher tells him to move seats and sit next to you?

*didnt proofread

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becoming friends with park sunghoon was not something you expected to happen this year

throughout high school you had a small group of friends and never really stuck out

so when your teacher told sunghoon to move seats..

the seat happened to be the empty one next to..

guess who *cue the evil laugh*

YOU!!!!

your first thought was

‘this entire year is just gonna be him completely ignoring my existence or awkward interactions’

now you’ve heard of park sunghoon.... its basically a guarantee at your high school

he has this group of friends and theyre labelled as the popular kids i guess you could say

and the only reason he had to move seats in your two hour long class was because he and his friend jake goof off in class too often and your teacher deemed them “too distracting”

so eventually sunghoon was forced to move all the way across the classroom

right next to you

you were shocked to say the least

obviously he was handsome

too handsome to the point where you questioned how someone as good looking as him went to your school

he sighed and got up from his chair next to jake

but he still had a small smile remaining on his face indicating he wasnt that upset about him having to leave his friend

your heart began to beat quicker automatically as he walked towards your desk

even if you didnt have a crush on him like alot of people did, you still felt nervous around popular students like him for some reason

he ran his hand through his hair and sat down next to you, setting his bookbag on the floor next to him

he didnt look at you, nor acknowledge you

Awkward....

but nonetheless the lecture began again and the class sat in silence

taking notes on their laptops or sleeping

there were around 30 people in your class and your seat was in the middle row next to the window so you often gazed outside from the 2nd floor during class

you glanced to your right and noticed sunghoon slouched back in his seat, twirling around a pencil in his hand while his laptop remained open on his desk

it was just a white screen so he didnt take any notes

you were surpised because you knew he had fairly decent grades

you ignored your thoughts and continued taking your own notes

soon enough the bell rang and sunghoon stood up immediately and walked over to jake

‘yup’ you thought. ‘we are definitely not going to be having a single conversation this year.’

fast forward a couple days!!!!

you were sitting in class next to the boy

as normal

and you still have yet to talk to him.. mainly because you never initiated conversations ESPECIALLY when its a really really cute boy

anyways

ur teacher is like

Ok class im assigning a project and ur partner is the person sitting next to u

yay!!!!!! (can u sense the sarcasm)

welp

you sit in silence while everyone in the class starts discussing with their partners

the project is you have to make a presentation on a world issue of your choice

“um...” u start

sunghoon starts pulling out his laptop and binder

“what do you wanna do?”

he doesnt even look you

well!!!!!!

u didnt know sunghoon and his group of friends very well but u definitely thought they were more... friendly than this

its silent for like 5 seconds

“huh? oh sorry did you say something?”

“uh yeah.. i asked what you wanted to do for the project.”

“project?”

God u tried so hard not to laugh

you think he noticed because his cheeks turned a really light shade of pink

he looked so innocent

“yeah we have to make a presentation” you lightly chuckled

he was very amusing without even trying

“oh sorry haha.. i zone out easily”

“its okay.. but its due in less than 2 weeks so”

so you two spent the next hour choosing a topic and working on the project

it was kind of awkward for the first 10 minutes but then you warmed up to eachother

u were lucky that he was an extrovert too

(sunghoon is an extrovert for the sake of this story OK)

u were also lucky that he was smart

it was easy for you to talk to him.. he just felt comfortable

contrary to ur prior belief.. sunghoon was actually a really really cool guy

u used to think he was just a guy

now u think hes a really really cool guy

“can you please stop putting penguin clip art on the slides” you giggle

then he puts parrot clip art instead

“do your work!!!!” he was supposed to keep researching but he was trying to balance his pen on his nose

“shhh y/n... im doing something important.”

you roll your eyes

he was always doing something that was Not work

but you found it entertaining

and he’d make dumb little jokes that made you both hide your faces in your arms on top of the desk to hide your laughter

“hey y/n”

“what”

“what do you call an old snowman”

“i dunno.. snowgramps”

“no.. water”

you both made eye contact before bursting into laughter and then forcing yourselves to be quiet before u got in trouble

but that made everything funnier so you both were just covering your faces while trying so hard not to make a sound

this was so weird

u have never clicked with someone so fast before it honestly felt exciting

you were talking to sunghoon as if you’d been friends with him since birth

Very Very weird because you had only talked to him an hour ago and now u two are acting like besties ?!?!

jake noticed from across the room too

hes like ‘Why is sunghoon having fun without me🙄🙄’

the bell rings and so far you only have 2 slides

“we didnt get anything done” you note as you pack your bag

“yeah yeah i know. we can work on it more tomorrow”

“right.. see you tomorrow” you’re about to head out until jake walks up

“hey bro” he and sunghoon do some kind of made up handshake before he turns to look at you

now you know jake

everyone knows jake

you used to think he was the sweetest out of all their friend group

and he definitely lives up to that!!!

“hey y/n!” he gives u a smile

AWE hes so adorable

“hi” u reply

you were trying to speed up this conversation though so you could go eat lunch with your friend

“hows the project going?” he asks

“bad. sunghoon doesnt know how to do anything.” you deadpanned jokingly

sunghoon looks at you with an offended look that makes you wanna snort

“hey! you’re the one who doesn’t know how to add text to the slide!”

“what the hell sunghoon?! don’t tell him that, it’s embarrassing!” you give him a dirty look before walking out the classroom door with a smile on your face

days passed and you and sunghoon would only speak during that class but whenever you did it would be a mess

“sunghoon, y/n, quiet down! there is no reason for my classroom to be this loud!” your teacher scolds you two after sunghoon slapped his desk after you accidentally snorted

u two had such a weird relationship

u were almost strangers outside this one class but besties when u were in it

jake noticed too

one time he asked sunghoon during lunch why ur relationship was what it was

“i dont know.. thats just how we are” he answered

but jake kind of suspected sunghoon had a crush on u

*wiggles eyebrows*

it had only been a week but jake was determined to set u up together

“y/n you look cold, heres sunghoons jacket!”

“y/n sunghoon needs help with his homework, can you maybe do something about that..”

“sunghoon, y/n looks sad go give her a hug”

needless to say it worked!!!!

because a week after you presented your 2 weeks worth project

sunghoon asked u on a date

YUPPPPPP

let me recite how it went

u were walking out of class together because jake wasnt there that day

sunghoons bookbag was slung over one shoulder and u were stood next to him with both hands on ur straps

“hey.. do u wanna maybe go grab something to eat with me for dinner..? or something” he quickly asked

“what, like a date?” you joke

“uh.. yeah” he replied looking down at u

u stop in your tracks

WHA

No way

“wait what? seriously?” you look up at him with wide eyes

“yes u little munchkin” he pinches your cheeks exaggeratedly and pulls them to make your face sway everywhere

u swat them off so fast

“um.. okay” u answer and ur face heats up

you cant even look him in the eye

like u cant say u DIDNT see this coming but it was still a shock

“awe is y/n blushing” he teases

“go away stupid”

yeah he doesnt go away

ANYWAYS u are the cutest couple ever

everyone wants to be u two so bad!

couple goals literally

jake is so proud of himself honestly

whenever u get into a silly little argument his rebuttal is always

“remind me who got u the best boyfriend ever? thats right, me. dont try me y/n”

and ur like

“ooohhh jakey im so scareddd”

he cannot stand u

but Yeah sunghoon bestest bf ever

takes u on dates whenever u want to

makes u laugh very much

almost too much

and ur parents LOVE him

mhm sunghoon very awesome guy

#sorry this one was short and quick #cries #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #enhypen blurbs #enhypen drabbles #enhypen headcanons #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #enhypen reactions

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tomhollandstrash · 3 years

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Nice

Here’s another friends to lovers trope. I’ve just been really in the mood to write about it lately! I hope y’all enjoy!

Peter, what are you doing?” You raised your eyebrow, watching Peter frantically digging through his backpack.

“Ugh,” Peter groaned, removing his hands from his bag before resting his forehead in his hands. “I lost it,”

“Lost what?” You asked, sitting in the desk next to him.

“My pen,” He grumbled.

“You lost your pen? Pete, you can just borrow one of mine,” You chuckled at your friend’s antics before passing him your favorite teal pen.

“Your favorite pen?” Peter blinked as he took the pen from you.

“Yeah, so you better give it back after class,” You poked him in the side and gave him the sternest look you could muster.

“You’re so nice, y/n” Peter smiled, settling into his seat, ready for class.

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"What are you doing tonight?" you asked Peter as the two of you walked out of the classroom.

You and Peter have been close ever since you were partners in biology last year. As it turned out, the two of you had a lot in common. You both enjoyed the same kinds of music, although you always argued about-who had the better taste. Peter never failed to brighten your day. He was always helping you with your schoolwork or telling you stupid jokes he'd picked up off the internet. You also knew that he trusted you deeply. You can still remember the night he told you that he was Spider-Man. Peter said he wanted to tell you because he knew that you were one one of his most trustworthy friends. Only you and Ned knew that particular secret.

Although you were glad that Peter felt like he could trust you with anything, sometimes you were privy to information that you didn't care to know. For example, Peter's massive crush on Liz Allan. Liz was great; she was the total package. She was beautiful, smart, and kind. You couldn't pin point exactly what it was that irritated you so much about Peter's crush on her. You always told yourself that it was simply because Peter was annoyingly lovesick over her. That was definitely it. It wasn't because you had any kind of romantic feelings for one of your closest friends. Definitely and absolutely not that. Besides, you and Liz were friendly with each other. All you could hope for was for your friends to be happy; and Liz certainly seemed to make Peter happy.

"I think I'm going to ask Liz if she wants to hang out tonight" Peter gushed nervously.

" That's great, Pete” you replied through a tight lipped smile.

There was that weird feeling again. If you weren't absolutely certain that you didn't have feelings for Peter, you would have mistaken that feeling for jealousy. There was nothing to be jealous of.

" Yeah, hopefully she'll say yes" Peter said as the two of you arrived at your lockers.

—

You put your chin in your palm as your elbow rested against the cool linoleum countertop. Since you had no other plans for the right, you decided to pick up an extra shift at the local coffee shop you worked at. The coffee shop wasn't too busy tonight, though you weren't particularly surprised. The only people who frequented the shop at 9pm on a Friday night were you and the extra studious college students. You were about to begin cleaning up when you heard the bell on the door ring and the sounds of laughter filling the air. You stood up and straightened out your apron, ready to greet the newcomers.

" Welcome to bi-" You began but stopped when you saw who your new customers were. " oh, hey Peter, Liz”

' She must have said yes' you thought somewhat bitterly to yourself. When you looked at them, you saw that they were linking elbows and looked like they were having the time of their lives. Peter was practically glowing he looked so happy.

" Hi y/n!” Peter greeted you after his Liz induced giggles subsided.

" What can I get you guys? " you asked, rocking back and forth on your feet. You hated how awkward you were being in this moment. It's not like you liked Peter like that.

" Can we just get two not chocolates, please?" Liz requested kindly.

"Sure,” you replied as you began to take out the necessary ingredients. "it's on the house"

"Thats so nice!” Peter grinned at you. “You’re so nice, y/n”

You tried to hold in your sigh. Was that really all you were to Peter? Just someone who was nice?

“ No problem, I'll bring you your drinks when they're ready" You said with a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

"Thank you!" Liz smiled at you as she whisked Peter away to a cozy table.

As you made their drinks, you couldn't help but steal glances at them. Why couldn't you find it in yourself to be happy for Peter? He'd been mooning over Liz for the past few months, and he looked undeniably happy. You frowned slightly as you watched Peter let out a full bellied-laugh at something Liz said to him. After you dropped their drinks off at their table, you went into the back to clean, preferring to avoid the love fest happening in front of you. Once they left with a cheerful wave to you, you turned the lights off and walked home trying to forget the Peter sized pit in your stomach.

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In the weeks following Peter's date with Liz, they began officially dating. While you and Peter used to hang out most days after school, you weren't seeing much of each other these days. As far as you knew, Peter and Liz were still going strong. In all honesty you tried to avoid the topic whenever you and Peter had time to talk. In the time Liz and Peter had been dating, you had come to terms with the fact that you had feelings for Peter Parker. It wasn't something you liked to admit to yourself. How typical it was to be a person hopelessly in love with your oblivious best friend. And while rationally you knew you would just have to accept it, it sure didn't take the sting out of your best friend being in love with someone else.

“ Hi y/n!"

"Jeez Peter," You shouted and placed a hand over your racing heart. “You scared the shit out of me,”

“Sorry,” He smiled sheepishly as he smoothed out his messy hair. “What are you up to tonight?"

"I thought you had plans with Liz tonight?” You asked with a raised brow.

"I did but she bailed " Peter said, suddenly getting quiet.

“In that case, I’m free tonight,” You replied, making a mental note to ask him about why he’s acting weird later.

“Pizza and movie at my place?” He asked, his bright smile returning.

“Sounds like a plan, Parker,” You smiled at him before heading off to your next class.

The end of the day couldn't come fast enough. Not only were you excited to spend some quality time with Peter, you were also exhausted. Your teachers had been piling on the assignments and you couldn't wait to take a well- earned break.

You walked over to Peter’s apartment building and picked up a pizza on the way there. Even if Peter didn’t return your feelings, you had to admit that you missed hanging out with him like this. You missed the nights spent eating pizza and watching cringe horror movies, enjoying each other’s company. You wondered if you’d ever tell Peter how you felt about him. In all honesty, you didn’t know whether you would or not. On the one hand, you’d never know if he felt the same way if you never talked to him about it. On the other hand, you were almost sure he didn’t feel the same way and you didn’t want the verbal confirmation that he didn’t.

“Hey, Pete! I have pizza,” You said through the door as your knuckles tapped the surface a few times.

“Hi, y/n! Come on in,” Peter opened the door with a grin before taking the pizza box out of your hands.

"what are we watching?" you asked as you took off your jacket.

"I don't remember what it's called," Peter admitted, helping himself to a slice of pizza. "I know that it's a Romanian film of some kind,"

"Well, I’m definitely intrigued!” You let out a light laugh, missing now Peter beamed when he heard the beautiful sound of your laughter.

—

“I was not expecting that ending,” Peter said looking blankly at the now dark screen.

“That was certainly something,” You nodded in agreement.

The two of you were seated comfortably on the couch, Peter's arm resting on the cushions behind you, both of your legs sharing a cozy blanket. You stretched and yawned, checking the time. It was getting late but you weren't quite ready to leave Peter or the coziness of the blanket. Peter glanced at you and subconsciously scooted his body closer to yours. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he started to see you as something more than a friend. At first Peter thought maybe the way he felt about you was like family, but he quickly realized he was in big trouble because he like-liked you. Peter Parker had a full on crush on you, his best friend. It made Peter feel guilty having these feelings for you while he was with Liz. When he said Liz bailed earlier, it wasn’t because she had something going on, it was because they decided to break up. Peter decided not to bring it up unless you did out of fear of making things weird.

“Hey, Peter?” You sat up a little straighter to look at him.

“Yeah?” Peter looked at you.

“When I mentioned Liz earlier today, you got all quiet and weird. Is everything okay?” You bit your lip, anticipating what his answer would be.

“We uh, we broke up,” Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, looking everywhere but at you.

“Oh...” You trailed off. “I’m sorry to hear that, I know you really liked her,”

It was an entirely bittersweet feeling to hear Peter say that he and Liz were no longer dating. Bitter because you knew that Peter was probably hurting and he was your friend before anything else, no matter how much you wanted to be more. Sweet because maybe, just maybe, you had some kind of chance with him.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” Peter broke the silence that had fallen between the two of you.

You nodded in his direction in affirmation, not trusting your own voice not to waver. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous. He looked like he had something serious to tell you. Peter gave you the same look the night he told you that he was Spider-Man. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but what if he was going to confess his love for you? What if this is the day the two of you cross the line from friendship into something more? It was more than enough to cause your palms to sweat and your heart to beat faster.

“I like you,” Peter breathed out, looking just as nervous as you felt.

“I like you too, Pete,” You replied, not fully understanding what he was trying to say to you.

“I mean that I like you in a love kind of way,” he said almost inaudibly. Although it was quiet, you heard him and you knew you heard him correctly.

You honestly couldn’t believe it. Here you were sitting in your best friend’s living room and he was confessing his feelings for you. This was a scenario you’d daydream about but it wasn’t something you thought would ever happen. Now that you’re in the moment, you don’t know what to say or how you should react. It’s so much better than you could have ever imagined it. Those words falling from Peter’s lips made your heart explode from fullness.

“I, uh, I like you like that too,” you said bashfully, biting your lip to keep your smile from growing too wide.

Peter let out the breath that he was holding before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug, breathing you in.

“I so glad you feel the same way, I was starting to think you weren’t going to respond,” Peter laughed, wiping pretend sweat from his forehead.

“I didn’t know what to say, I’ve liked you since forever!” You laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Since forever, huh?” He smiled that dumb adorable smile you fell in love with and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well, maybe not forever, but almost,” you chuckled before planting a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

That night didn’t end in the way you expected it to when you originally agreed to hang out with Peter, but you couldn’t have asked for a more perfect ending. The two of you talked until the early morning hours, nothing changing between the two of you except becoming more in love with one another.

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#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #avengers imagine #avengers x reader #peter parker reader insert #tom holland reader insert

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mymymadeline · 3 years

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•Friendly Dark

gif by: @chrishemsworht

pairing: Hallmark Christmas Movie Au! Poe Dameron x Reader

word count: 6.9k+ words

summary:

warnings: alcohol cw

Adore You series: 01, 02, 03, 04, ... - AO3

Even though you’re on vacation, you are far from exempt from your work. And nothing is proving that more than the headache you nurse as you continue pouring over document after document on your tablet. Numbers and figures, charts and graphs, blueprints and sketches, even interviews and gossip articles – they’re all blending together after staring at the screen for what’s likely been hours.

Snoke’s call the night before was not a social one – they never are. He was going on about some acquisition Kylo’s been trying to make for the past few months, and apparently, he was missing something crucial, which is where you usually come in. The two of you have always been a team for a reason. He was more of the passion and ideas, whereas you were better with relations and logistics.

Snoke had immediately sent over hundreds of digital files for you to go through and find… well something. Most likely some kind of professional blackmail. Some kind of small violation or incident that would really be such a shame if it came to the media's attention. You know, the usual.

So far, everything they’ve done is up to code, as far as you can tell. But Snoke won’t take no for an answer. He’d have your head for it. So you continue looking through page after page, searching for some dirt, searching for any kind of upper hand on the competition.

After coming back in that night while on the phone with Snoke, you blew past your parents and went straight up to your room, where you’ve been for almost the entirety of this Sunday. You couldn’t even face them after that absolute embarrassment of an evening. And though this morning you did stalk around the house if only to get a thing or two to eat, you pointedly ignored your mother, only giving your father a small silent nod of acknowledgment.

Stealing away to your room for a full day of silent, frustrating work was not exactly your idea of a fun vacation back home, but neither was last night. Just the thought of running into Poe again makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and stress. He probably thinks you’re an idiot now. Probably never wants to see you again. And who could blame him if he did?

If you were a different woman, you’d probably have shed a few embarrassed tears in the solitude of your room, but that wasn’t you. Not anymore. So you rub your eyes once again, and get back to work.

You’re back to staring at a tax filing by the company’s CEO from seventeen years ago when a notification pops up at the top of your screen.

Unknown Number

hey! its rose! i got ur number from when you called the shop lol hope thats not creepy

i was wondering if ur busy tonight? i was thinking of getting drinks w/ some friends at Kanata’s! wanna come? i can pick u up since ur ride is chopped ;)

You blink back at the notification. Drinks? At Kanata’s?

You can’t remember the last time you actually went out with a group of friends, especially for fun. Taking clients you and Kylo were wooing out to dinner was a common occurrence. But fun? They were never.

Another wave of anxiety washes over you. Friends? Who were these friends? Would they like you? Did you know them? Maybe it would be better to just stay and finish your work. Nothing could go wrong if you did that.

You open the message, absolutely ready to type an excuse why you can’t come, when there’s a gentle knock at your door. You already recognize it as your mother by the way she knocks even before she calls out gently.

“Love? You in there?”

“I’m here.” You leave your voice flat and emotionless. You need her to know you’re still mad.

“Can… Can I come in?”

‘No’ dances on the tip of your tongue for a strong moment, but the uncertainty in her soft voice gives you pause.

“...Okay.”

The door clicks open slowly and your mother pokes her head in, a small, nervous smile affecting her features. You only look at her blankly from your nest of blankets and pillows that have been on your bed since high school.

She steps more fully into the room, closing the door behind her most of the way. She leaves it open just a little, giving the both of you some air to breathe, but also, in a way, making sure not to lock herself in a cage with a wounded animal.

And she approaches you like one–cautious, hands visible and apologetic. You huff, curled up in the corner of your bed, and try to look anywhere but at her. But she’s hard to avoid as she sits gently on the far edge of your bed and pulls her hands into her lap, looking down and rolling them over one another contemplatively. You two sit like this for a moment, simmering in the uncomfortable tension, but like hell you’re the one with anything to apologize for.

She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m… so, so sorry… about my behavior last night. I suppose I just… wasn’t handling your absence as well as I thought I was.”

Despite the small sorrow your heart finds at her small and broken tone, the anger–rage even– that has been boiling since the night before claws desperately to be let out. You breathe deeply, and do your best to keep it still in its place. But that doesn’t exclude the fury that seeps into your quiet voice, as you level your gaze with hers.

“Mom, that was the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in my entire professional career. I need you to know this.”

She nods understandingly and looks back to her fiddling hands. “Yes. I know. And I couldn’t be sorry enough. I realized...I– I don’t know how to be your mother anymore.” You blink at this. A terrible lurch in your gut crawls into your throat at the sight of the tears silently beginning their descent down her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do for you when you're a grown woman who’s accomplished so much on her own without me. I miss you, but I’m not really sure I know you anymore.”

She looks up suddenly at you, her face twisted with grief and regret.

“I didn’t mean it like that… I-”

You stop her, shaking your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, willing the sudden strange wetness in your eyes away. Your voice comes out more choked up than you wish. But whatever wall was up is quickly crumbling away.

“No… Mom, I think I understand.” You look down at your own hands now, picking at your nails nervously, silently discovering the lineage of this habit of yours. You smile sadly at the thought. “I feel that way too sometimes… about myself.”

“Oh, love.” Your mother reaches out, placing her hand on your foot, the only part of you she can reach, and squeezes it gently. She smiles sweetly, her eyes and cheeks still wet, though she’s wiped away the tears.

“You’re not my little girl anymore… but you’re still my daughter, and I’ll love you no matter what.”

You nod, suppressing a sniff as you rub at your nose. She squeezes your foot one more time before standing up and making her way back to the door. She reaches for the handle when you call out.

“I love you, Mom.”

The smile she sends you is genuine, heartfelt, and warming to your core. It makes you realize how much you truly missed your mother, even if she had her difficulties. “I love you too, girlie.”

With that, she closes the door, leaving you alone with your tablet and the unanswered message. But you know your response now.

Sounds fun! Let me know what time. I’d love to come, if you’ll have me.

You begin entering Rose’s information into your contacts and her response is almost immediate.

Rose Tico

duuuh! ill get u at like 8ish? and we’ll meet them there! cant wait!

You look down at the message and can’t help but feel a little more at home.

______________

You run a hand through your hair, adjusting your outfit for the hundredth time. You’ve opted for something more casual tonight. Something a little more friendly, approachable. You suddenly frown at your reflection. You don’t need these people’s approval. Well, no. But it wouldn’t be so bad to be friendly for once would it?

The two voices in your head continue to battle it out, leaving you frozen in the mirror, desperately trying to understand how you feel in this moment. Anxious? Perhaps. Regretful of accepting this invitation? Maybe.

Your phone chirps, lighting up on your desk. Glancing over, you see it’s Rose. You don’t need to read it to know it’s just her announcing her arrival, but you pick it up anyway, settling down on your bed and slipping on your shoes as you open the message.

Rose Tico

here!!! right in front lol

One moment!

You lace up your boots quickly, practically sprinting out of your room and down the stairs, snatching up your long coat on the way.

“I’m headed out, I won’t be back until you guys are already in bed. So, goodnight.”

You call out to the living room as you pull on the coat, your parents turning from their seats on the couch, eyeing you with interest.

“And where are you going this late, young lady?” Your father questions sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

“Out with friends,” you rush, already halfway out the door, spotting Rose in her car and giving a small wave. “Love you, bye!”

Half-jogging down the steps, you cross quickly but cautiously through the snow-laden yard, careful not to slip. As you close the gate behind you, Rose is already opening the passenger door from the inside, beckoning you in.

“Get inside, it’s freezing!”

You allow yourself a small laugh and slide into the seat next to her. Pulling the door closed, you look around, taking in the space of the car, as she starts it back up and pulls away from the curb.

Like most things in The Base, it’s worn and old, peeling and chafed, likely held together with duct tape and love. But despite all of its imperfections, it’s not only comfortable, it’s cozy. It’s warm and personal, every dent containing a story, every mile meaningful.

You can’t help but think back to the chill rigid efficiency of your TIE. Sure, it gets the job done, and is mighty stylish while it does so, but you’ve never felt like it was yours. Never felt anything but cool indifference for its sleek lines and dark exterior.

“So, you’re looking snazzy tonight.” Rose pulls you out of your thoughts with her cheery tone.

You look down at your outfit, once again tugging at its hems.

“Am I? I was actually trying to dress down.”

She laughs at that. “You think that’s dressing down? No way, this is dressing down.” She takes one hand off the wheel, gesturing at her own attire: A brown button-up with a sewn name tag and a pair of dark cargo pants. Likely the uniform she wore to work today. Her cool attitude and smooth voice put you at ease, and you can feel your guard begin to lower.

“I like this on you,” you quietly praise. You pick at your nails, continuing, “Don’t take this the wrong way, please, but… I admire that you can wear clothes like that and feel comfortable. I feel like I have to dress up all the time, no matter what. I don’t know… I- Nevermind.”

You look up at Rose and she pulls her eyes away from the road for a moment to give you a meaningful look. She nods sympathetically, her previous lightness replaced by understanding. She realizes the weight of this seemingly minor admission.

“I get it, I do.” She gives you a soothing smile. “I just hope you can feel comfortable here… with us. We like having you back, even if just for a moment.”

Still smiling, she turns back to the wheel with a light shrug. “Plus, this isn’t Canto Bight. You’ll look great no matter what.”

You groan, half sardonic, half-serious. “Oh, please don’t remind me. You know, I thought I was a vulture, but those people,” you give an audible shiver. “They’re something else.”

Rose laughs melodically. “Oh, do tell.”

______________

The ride to the bar is short, the car only really needed for warmth, but the company is appreciated. Rose laughs along to your story of once attempting to cover for Kylo’s drunken rage in front of investors, and while it was a very unamusing situation at the time, you find yourself chuckling with her.

“Well, that’s why we don’t let him have Bespin Fizzes anymore.”

Rose giggles at that, before piping up in her seat a little. “There it is!”

The bar comes into view just ahead, a familiar neon sign reading Kanata’s hanging overhead a small brick building. The parking lot is compact, but practically full, reminding you just how small the town is, as Kanata’s is the only real bar in the whole Base, and as such, is the town’s favorite happy hour hangout.

She leans up the dashboard, pointing to an old, grey, junky Corellian that’s as familiar to the town as the bar.

“There’s the Falcon,” she points out with a smile, though you don’t need her to tell which car it is. “They’re here.”

You nod, smiling at the old hunk of junk fondly, before suddenly realizing what the Falcon’s presence implies. She pulls up to the spot next to it as you turn to her.

“Wait, we’re getting drinks with Han? ” You try not to sound upset, only curious, but Rose reads your panic easily.

“No, silly,” she giggles, and seems to dodge the question, stepping out of the car. You quickly follow behind, stepping out into the chill night air. Closing the doors, Rose rounds the car and you trail next to her, past the Falcon and towards the bar's entrance. She continues her explanation without you having to ask.

“About five years ago, Han gave the Falcon away.”

“He gave it away? Why would he do that? To who?”

She pushes open the door, leading you into the dimly lit bar, which you only now realize with its unfamiliar interior, that you never stuck around to be old enough to actually enter it. The lights are low, yellow and red, but not unwelcoming, in fact creating a warm atmosphere. It’s brightest around the bar itself, with neon and string lights, as patrons sit on the stools, chatting over the low playing jukebox on the far side of the room. Near it are a couple of pool tables, busy with players in the middle of games. A few locals drink in booths against the walls, however Rose leads you towards the high tables and stools in the middle of the room. You’re scanning the bar for anyone you recognize when you finally see where she’s leading you– to the only couple occupying the tables, and your heart drops into your stomach as your fight or flight instinct kicks in.

“To them!” Rose points but once again you don’t need her helpful hand to see what you need to.

At the table is a girl you don’t recognize with a sweet face and dark hair, but it’s the familiar face next to her that makes you want to run.

Finn, your old classmate, but more importantly your old employee, sits smiling and laughing, casual as anything. You knew Finn left First Order – on very bad terms, one would be remiss to forget – after a fateful trip home for somewhere less cutthroat and competitive, but you thought that meant somewhere like Alderaan. You didn’t think he’d come back, and you certainly didn’t think you’d actually see him here.

Rose doesn’t notice your hesitation, continuing to pull you forward and calling out to her friends. She catches their attention, waving, and you brace for the moment of impact.

Finn is going to be mad that you’re here. He’s going to be furious. He’s going to stand up and yell at Rose about how awful of a person you are and make sure nobody in this town will even so much as smile at you ever again. He’s going to laugh in your face and tell you to go back to Coruscant and you’ll do it because you’re so deeply embarrassed.

The girl turns first, smiling and waving back at Rose. She grins brightly at you as well, obviously unfamiliar but still friendly. Finn turns second with an easy expression, glancing at you briefly before doing a double-take. His face falls, but not into anger like you expect. It drops to confusion, like he’s making sure it’s you, which then turns into half-smug disbelief, a bewildered smile taking over his features.

Finn speaks first. “No-freaking-way.”

Tension still wracks your body as he steps off the stool, meeting you and Rose in front of the table. Rose looks between the two of you before dropping your hand and covering her eyes.

“Oh my God, I totally forgot about the whole…” She looks to you apologetically, not towards Finn, which confuses you. “I’m so sorry I forgot to say.”

“No, I- it’s okay. I just hope I’m not intruding.” It seems that this town just loves to leave you at a loss for words.

Finn laughs, seemingly completely at ease. “Not unless you’re here to talk about work. Or to try to win me back.”

“God, no. Not that we wouldn’t love to have you back but,” you glance quickly at the friendly girl still sitting at the table, obviously confused. “I understand that you’re much happier here.”

“That I am.”

“Then that’s all I care about.”

Rose absolutely buzzes with energy at the exchange. “Yay! So we’re all still friends and everything?” Her hands are clasped and her hopeful eyes flicker back and forth between the two of you.

You turn your gaze back to Finn, hoping that you look as genuine as he does. “I hope so.”

“I don’t see any reason why not,” He smiles warmly at you, offering his hand. “Besides, you weren’t exactly the one that left me with a bad taste in my mouth.”

You take his hand easily, and just barely manage to quell your surprise when he uses it to tug you into a warm hug. The recent bombardment of hugs you’ve received in the past few days is the only thing that gets your arms moving properly, wrapping loosely around Finn for a moment before you part.

As you pull back, an awkwardness comes to hang in the air as a silence settles between the four of you. You suddenly remember the girl at the table seemingly the same moment that Finn does. He pipes up, turning towards her and half leading you to the table where they were sitting.

“Right, uh, Rey, I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine.”

You extend a hand and introduce yourself to the woman, Rey, and she lets out an awkward laugh as she takes it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I was a bit, erm, hesitant to intrude on the moment. Seems like there’s a lot of history going on here.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Finn laughs before his nose scrunches up in thought. “Actually, you might have some idea. You know the place I used to work before we met?”

Rey’s face twists in disgust. “You mean that awful tech company? God, you couldn’t stop talking about how awful it was for almost a year. Must’ve been terrible. Did you work there too?”

She looks to you as your cheeks heat up and you can't help the grimace that creeps into your expression. “I actually still do.”

Finn opens his mouth but Rey beats him to it. “Oh no, that must be awful. What do you do? Get yelled at all day by some tall blonde woman like Finn did?” She chuckles at her own joke, but she’s the only one. Finn and Rose look like they’d rather be anywhere else. Probably at the bar. With strong drinks. Yet, you feel a chill indifference wash over you. The one you feel whenever you walk through the doors of the First Order offices and meetings.

“Actually I’m the COO.”

Rey’s jaw slackens with the shock, mouth starting and stopping any words she attempts to get out. “I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it that way.” Finn has his head fully in his hands and Rose looks like she might die. But you smile softly.

“It’s okay. I’ve heard far worse before. From people whose opinions were far more important.”

The urge to storm out tugs at your gut but your feet stay planted. It’s strange. You’re not quite sure what emotion it is that you’re feeling exactly. There’s anger, but it’s the blow to your pride that fuels it. There’s certainly embarrassment. Mostly, you realize it’s guilt. Guilt that the company you worked so hard to build has hurt people - people that you care about. You knew it happened, probably every day, probably right at this moment, but being faced with the conversations that people must be having behind your back… It hurts. It hurts in many directions.

“Drinks!” Rose chirps loudly, desperate to break the tension. “I’ll go get us some drinks!”

She spins on a dime and immediately heads towards the bar. Looking between you and Rey, Finn gulps. “She’ll probably need some… help with those…” He’s immediately out of his chair and trailing behind Rose.

Rey sits quietly, a thoughtful look on her face as you finally take a seat on the stool across from her. The silence hangs for a moment as the jukebox croons quietly in the background.

“I really didn’t mean it that way,” Rey starts quietly. “It’s just…” She leans towards you, elbows resting in front of her on the table. Her eyes are earnest, kindness pouring forth. “Finn was miserable when we met in Jakku. Work was stressing him out to no end, but mostly… he felt like he was hurting people. He had a stable and successful job but… what did it cost him? All he ever wanted to do was help people.” She sighs, and a small smile tugs at her lips. “I like to think I helped him, but really, he knew all along what he had to do. I’m so grateful that we’re both here now, working with the kids, helping people where it feels like it really matters. I can’t speak for you, but it sounds like you’re proud of your company, and I’m glad but… It just wasn’t right for Finn. I hope I haven’t offended you.”

You’re momentarily stunned by her small speech. Not just the words but her honesty. You can tell from the tone of her voice just how much she cares for Finn and how much she believes in their cause. You find a small stain on the table, gazing at it intensely in thought. You’ve just wanted to help people too, all your life, but making something of yourself always came first it seemed. You told yourself you were helping people, creating new things that made so many people’s lives easier, donating intensely to charities, but how many people were you hurting on the way? How many times can you tell yourself that some eggs must be cracked to make an omelette? How many people have you screwed over, blackmailed, and outright stolen from? How many shady people have you bought from or sold to? How many things have you ignored or swept under the carpet just to keep business running as usual?

“If it helps… Finn always spoke highly of you.”

You look up as Rey draws you out of your thoughts, something she obviously picks up on going by her smile.

“Well… He’s a good man. A good friend before he was an employee… I didn’t mean what I said either - about your opinion not mattering. That’s not true, I just…” You trail off, but look up to find comfort and forgiveness in her warm expression. You give her a small genuine smile of your own. “Maybe we should just start over.”

You extend a hand, introducing yourself and she does the same, laughing lightly as she does so. At that moment, Rose and Finn come shuffling over, each balancing a tray with a few colorful drinks and rounds of shots. Placing the trays on the table, Finn eyes your smiles and parting hands.

“Are you guys… Is everything good now?”

You nod, laughing. “Yes, I think we just got off on the wrong foot.”

“And we’re just here to have a good time and hang out - no work talk.” Rey winks at Finn. He lets out a hearty laugh, clapping you two on the back.

“Oh, you two are good.”

“Actually, there’s one more thing,” Rose cuts in. She looks absolutely tickled pink, poorly suppressing her roguish grin. Finn and Rey raise an eyebrow in unison, seemingly used to this behavior.

Rose giggles, “I invited Poe!”

You instantly feel your heart rate pick up and a gentle heat rise in your cheeks, but it seems your the only one excited about this development. Rey only sighs with an unamused laugh. Rolling his eyes, Finn shakes his head, “That’s not exactly a surprise.” He turns to you. “She invites him out every time. And every time he says no. ‘Too busy.’”

“He never just relaxes,” Rey chimes in. “We’re constantly inviting him out, even inviting ourselves into the shop occasionally, but he’s just so dedicated to his work. It’d be admirable if it wasn’t so annoying.”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Rose waves her hands around, as if attempting to dispel the negative comments in the air before they reach you. “BUT… I told him a certain special someone was gonna be here!”

Finn and Rey both turn to you, Rey holding an expression of curiosity and Finn looking at you with new eyes, the gears turning almost visibly in his head. Did she mean you? Everyone seems to be looking at you expectantly so… she must be. Sure, Poe seems to like you well enough but… This is behavior that seems to have been going on for years. How could your presence possibly change that?

“Wh- Me?” You ask, turning to Rose at a sudden loss for words. “Why- What makes me special?”

Rose rolls her eyes so hard her head can’t help but follow. “You are so oblivious. And so special.”

Finn nods, with a grin you can only describe as ‘shit-eating.’

“Of course.” He bites his lip deviously. “This is gonna be so fun.”

“Really wha-”

You’re cut off by the sound of the blowing snow and wind as the door creaks open behind you. As if on cue, each of your heads swivel to the entrance to see the door swinging shut behind Poe shaking the snowflakes out of his hair, cheeks ruddy from the outside cold. He looks up from tugging his gloves off to see the four of you gawking at him. If he can tell he just walked in on a discussion of himself, he doesn’t show it. He practically beams at the four of you, but lets his eyes settle on yours.

“Hey guys.”

“This is gonna be so fun,” You hear Finn whisper behind you.

You fail miserably at trying to hide your smile, but you know it’s for the best.

______________

“God, I know it’s embarrassing but... that’s so funny.” Rey chuckles with red cheeks, thoroughly amused.

“But it’s so embarrassing,” You exclaim, a little louder than you’re usually comfortable with but the drinks you’ve been slowly consuming for the past two hours have loosened your tongue just a bit.

Finn continues to shake his head in laughter. “I do love your mom, though. I wanna thank her for that one. A proper Base welcome.”

“C’mon, it really wasn’t so bad,” Poe laughs.

Once he’d arrived, everyone made quick work of getting him a drink and dragging over a stool, planting him firmly and snuggly between you and Rose. Small pleasantries and catching up eventually turned into you and Poe recounting the previous night's dinner and conversation at the strong behest of the rest of the group. It mostly consisted of you complaining and apologizing to Poe and him simply laughing it off, attempting to placate your worries. Finn, Rey, and Rose simply watched in entertainment, soaking up every juicy detail.

“Really, you have to stop beating yourself up about it. You’ll drive yourself insane.” Poe places a hand on your shoulder, sending a little shiver of electricity through your body that you desperately try to curb. You look down at his hand on your shoulder and are struck with the desire to see it as often as possible. Meeting his eyes, they are warm and kind and cause you to immediately lose whatever it was you were going to just say. You are now very aware of just how buzzed you are.

“I’ll… I’ll try.” You give him a small smile and he accepts it readily, his own smile growing. Over your shoulder, Finn must catch his eye because he swiftly turns his head back to his drink on the table and clears his throat. His hand gives you a small pat and quickly retreats back to his lap. His hand makes a loose fist and you miss its warmth.

“Well,” Rose starts. “It’s getting late and I am so beat. I should get going.”

Rose gives a meaningful glance at Finn and Rey, “Isn’t it a school night? You guys should get going too. Don’t want to have to show a video tomorrow.”

Finn’s eyes widen a bit and Rey nods fervently.

“Yes, absolutely. You’re so right, Rose.” Finn begins standing up from his stool. “C’mon, Rey, we should be off.”

Those fucking conspirators. You know you should be grateful - they’re trying very hard to set you up with your high school crush - but all you can feel is panic. You’re an expert at talking to people, from brokering deals to conducting yourself in interviews and even giving presentations, you’ve trained and practiced in the art of discussion. But for some reason, just being in the same room as Poe makes your brain short circuit. Your mind constantly pulls back and forth whether to close off and shut him out or loosen up and actually let him in. It’s barely been three days but it feels like so much longer. And that’s terrifying.

“Uh-Wh- Are you guys okay to drive?” You sputter.

Finn sends you a reassuring smile as he grabs Rey by the shoulders, “Rey might not be in any state to drive, but I’m totally fine. I’ve had maybe two drinks in the past couple hours. Don’t worry.”

Rose is off her stool too, gathering her coat. “Could you maybe drop me off too? I’d just walk but it’s so damn cold.”

“No problem, Rose.”

“What about me? I’m supposed to walk then?” You interject, flustered. “Rose, you drove me here.”

Rose gives an exaggerated look of cluelessness, giving you a shrug before looking over at Poe.

Breaking his momentary silence, Poe gives you a nod. “Yeah, I can give you a ride if you want.”

You can only nod along. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you.”

Rose lets out a little squeal, scrambling over to give you a kiss on the cheek and skip out the door, calling out goodbyes over her shoulder. You can’t help but roll your eyes and laugh along with Finn and Rey, both of them giving you and Poe sidehugs before taking their exit as well.

As the doors swing shut and the silence between you settles, you glance around at the bar. There are about half as many people as there were a few hours ago but the place doesn’t feel empty by any means. The few patrons still mill about, some playing pool, some chatting at the bar. You sigh contently at the sight, something Poe catches as he watches you.

“Good to be home?”

You look over, momentarily studying his handsome features in the warm lights as you try to figure out how to answer his question.

“I don’t know. Like I said before, it’s not really home. And yet it is.”

He nods, thinking for a second. “But are you happy to be here?”

You eye him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I’m starting to be.”

“Well, I’ll drink to that.” He grins, holding up his bottle. You meet his with your own, both taking a swig with a smile.

As you settle your drinks back on the table, Poe leans over with a lowered voice. Your pulse thrums in your veins. “You know, I actually had a great time last night, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

You sigh with chagrin, momentarily closing your eyes to rub at the spot between your brows.

“Well, I’m glad you had so much fun at my expense.”

Poe leans away, shutting his eyes in his own embarrassment.

“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.”

You chuckle lightly, a sound that gets Poe to open one eye before breaking into a smile, laughing with you. He leans in again, still smiling but a serious tone overtakes him.

“I really understand if you don’t want to talk about it but… What was your mother talking about… with Ben?”

You feel like a bucket of water has been dumped on you, ruining the easy-going mood you’d let slowly wash over you for the past few hours, but when you look at him, you can’t help but want to tell him everything.

“I just… I’ve only heard bits and pieces about what happened after you graduated. You really… disappeared.”

“Not disappeared,” you say quietly, with grit in your voice. “They just started paying attention to me somewhere else.”

“I paid attention to you,” Poe murmurs. When you catch his eye, he corrects himself. “I mean, we all did.”

You smile sadly, “Yeah, this is different.”

Poe gently knocks your shoulder with his, making you let out a snicker. Glancing over, Poe levels you with a genuine look, with soft eyes and a smile. “I get the feeling you don’t talk about your life often. So, tell me about it.”

He’s right. You never talk about your life, you certainly never regale your story to whoever asks. Doing that requires you to be vulnerable, it requires self-reflection and introspection. It requires you to think about things that you’ve long locked away inside. But…

“Well, I’m not sure how well you remember, or if you ever noticed but… no one ever really talked to me. Then one day, Ben did. No one ever really talked to him either, so we made a fast pair. He was odd... but he was a real friend to me. I wouldn’t have traded that for anything.”

Poe nods understandably, encouraging you to keep going.

“We decided to stick together. We got into Imperial University together and got out as quickly as we could. Neither of us… We couldn’t stay here, not with what we planned on doing with our lives. This town… it just wasn’t for us.”

“Yeah, I hear that a lot. I get that, too.” Poe takes a drink.

“You do?”

He laughs softly. “Yeah, but that’s a story for another time. Keep going.”

“We learned at school that we worked really well together. Our mentor Snoke realized that, too. He led us, taught us, molded us. He helped us build our company, First Order Tech. He was our first investor, he still sits on the board of directors. Kylo… Ben may be the CEO, but Snoke is still in charge of both of us to this day. It’s our company, we created it from the ground up but… We still bow to him.”

You shake your head. Time for the hard part. Might as well get it out quick and easy.

“Somewhere along the way… I don’t know if it was love. It wasn’t love how it should be - I can tell you that. But, Ben and I… were together. And then he proposed. I don’t think it was because he wanted to. I think he just thought… he was supposed to. Just the natural progression of our lives, I guess.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until the teardrops reach your chin, where they hang heavily before dropping onto your lap. You quickly wipe them away, as Poe once again places a hand on your back, but this time it stays there, his thumb rubbing comfortably back and forth.

“You don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to. It’s okay.”

“I just,” You sniffle, wiping your nose. Way to break down just as he was warming up to you, kiddo. “I’ve never talked about this before, not really. I don’t even think I’ve ever cried over this before.”

“Anyway, I somehow became lucid enough to call it off a few months before the wedding.”

You sniff wetly and press the backs of your hands to your eyes, your makeup no doubt ruined by now. Poe’s thumb keeps its motion.

“I just wanted it so bad,” Your voice cracks. The lump that had been caught in your throat breaks free in the form of a sob. “I let myself be blind because I…”

Your hands are shaking and tears run freely down your face.

“I wanted to be loved. And I thought that’s how I would get it. But I woke up.”

You drop your hands onto the table, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You clench your fists and your voice no longer trembles.

“And I’m glad I did. We’re both better people for it.”

Only now do you chance a look at Poe. You had kept your gaze down, too scared to find what his expression might be, too scared to read his thoughts on his face. But his hand had stayed planted, comforting you. That had to mean something, right?

Looking up, you see only his warm gaze that had assured you deeply enough to get you talking in the first place. It carries a sadness, a kind of worry in the crease between his slightly upturned brows. But you find no disgust. No pity.

“I wish I knew what to say.”

You chuckle wetly, “You don’t have to say anything. I understand that it’s a lot.”

His hand makes a broad stroke across your back as he leans in once again.

“There’s actually a lot of things I want to say, but I’m sure you’d hate all of them considering they all sound like condescending things your mom has probably said to you over the years.”

A genuine laugh bubbles out of you at this, a bright smile pulling up your wet mascara stained cheeks. Seeing this, Poe can’t help a smile of his own.

“Things like ‘you’re so brave’ and ‘you poor thing’?” You giggle.

He chuckles, “Yeah something like that, the usuals.”

“Well thank you for sparing me.”

“No problem.” He pauses for a moment. “But really, thank you for telling me.”

He sounds like he means it.

“Thank you for listening, Poe.”

And so do you.

You sit like that just for a moment, gazing at each other. You take in the small details, admiring the creases around his eyes, the shape of his jaw, the curls in his hair. He seems to be taking you in as well, his eyes flickering across your features. You see them linger on the stains of your cheeks, turning your head away subconsciously.

“Ready to go?” He asks softly.

You smile and nod, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. “Yeah, I think I’m ready.”

You wobble just a bit as you get up from your seat, but Poe’s hand is still there to steady you. It stays there as you walk to the door. Stepping out into the cold, you instinctively huddle against him, a move he readily accepts as you walk.

“I’m not always a sad drunk, I promise.”

You feel the rumble of his chest as he laughs gently at your small joke.

“Don’t worry. I believe you.”

The ride is comfortably silent, except for the low hum of the radio as you drive. Pulling up to your house, you want to say something, do something, to thank him for what he did tonight. For driving you home, for listening to you and comforting you as you practically sobbed in his arms, for coming to the bar at all, supposedly just because you were there.

But you don’t do anything.

“I’ll see you around,” is all you say.

You hear him swallow as he nods. “Yeah, I’ll… I’ll see you.”

When you finally slink upstairs and collapse in your bed, you still feel the phantom touch of Poe’s hand across your back.

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solarcali · 3 years

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hey precious!!! good to see you back in action hope you are having a lovely day as always!! I wanted a synastry ship with WOODZ (cho seungyoun) and like a short analysis of him as a person based on his chart :D thanks for always answering my requests and doubts bestie~♡ (I attached his chart too just in case and yes thats with his confirmed birth time too!)

Hi! Thank you for your lovely words, I appreciate it. 😊💖💖💖

Synastry with WOODZ :

Your 7th house of relationships and marriage is in Taurus. His Leo Sun is in his 2nd house, the house of Taurus, so he fits your type in that he is very focused on resources, stability, appreciating life on a physical and material level. His Leo Sun makes a sextile to your Libra Sun, a harmonious aspects. Leo and Libra get along very well. Libra is very good at complimenting and showing their love, which his Leo Sun would appreciate as he needs a lot of affection. He would encourage you to express your individuality, and boost your confidence.

This is especially true because his Saturn in Aries opposes your Sun, Saturn can be a bit critical, but he would really help you be more independent and go for what you want without caring too much about what other people think.

Your Libra Sun matches his Gemini Venus, showing the type of person that he is attracted to. Both Libra and Gemini are air signs, he would like how sociable you are, your diplomacy, your elegance, you would be charmed by his sense of humour, his youthful energy, his wit. You both value communication and a harmonious, friendly atmosphere. He is also a very charming flirt!

His 7th house is in Capricorn, with Jupiter right on his Descendant. So he needs someone mature, ambitious, with a certain authority, someone he can learn from who is positive and guides him.

You have your Sun, Mercury and Mars in your 10th house, the house of Capricorn, of career, reputation, public image. You are someone who want to contribute to society and elevate yourself. And your Mars is the 10th house matches the ruler of his 7th house Saturn in Aries. Mars rules Aries. So you are someone driven, especially in regards to your career, and share those traits with him since he himself has his Moon and Saturn in his 10th house. He would admire that about you.

Your Saturn is conjunct his Venus in Gemini, and your Jupiter is conjunct his Sun in Leo. So you bring the energy of Saturn and Jupiter to him, which is something he is looking for in a partner with Jupiter in his 7th house in Capricorn. He would like it when you act like the boss in the relationship (he likes a challenge 😅), the rational person who keeps him grounded. The relationship would be very tight with that Venus-Saturn conjunction, even in a flirty sign like Gemini.

You would also be a guide, a teacher for him. Your Jupiter in Leo gives you a more evolved understanding of Leo energy. You would help him use his charisma in a good way. You would have a big and positive impact on his life and would help him grow.

Your Venus is in Scorpio in your 12th house, his Venus in Gemini is his in 12th house too, so you have that in common. In love you two are very giving, sometimes too much. So you both need a compassionate person who will not take advantage of you, but who will respect and accept you without trying to change you. We saw that your Saturn already grounded his Venus, bringing it back on earth and in reality in a way. His Sun squares your Venus, so it would be a bit more challenging for him to reach out to you, but because his Sun is in proud Leo and in his 2nd house, he would boost your self-estime and encourage you to shine and think of yourself first.

His Sun also falls in your 8th house, the Scorpio house, matching your Scorpio Venus. This would make the relationship a very transformative and intimate one, you would easily share your secrets with him. The connection would be very sincere and honest.

Your Cancer Moon squares his Aries Moon, Cancer is much more sensitive than Aries. But his Aries Moon is ruled by his Mars in Cancer conjunct your Moon, so he would be very emotionally and physically attracted to you. It also means that there is this Mars contact that he needs, bringing passion in the relationship. Your Moon is also conjunct his Ascendant, in his first house, the Aries house, of the body, so you would feel comfortable with him.

His North Node is conjunct your Sun. The North Node is a point of destiny, it shows an energy that we have to learn about in this life, so he would be intrigued by your Libran qualities (your grace, social skills, moderation, contrasting his impulsive Aries energy) which are a bit foreign but very fascinating to him. There would be a strong desire to build a family with you because this conjunction falls in his 4th house, the house associated with Cancer (where he has his Ascendant and Mars, the ruler of his Moon, so a very important energy in his chart), the house of family, the home, privacy...etc.

It would be a wonderful and fulfilling love between two equally powerful people.

As for his personality, aside from what we already saw in the synastry, he is definitely a spontaneous, energetic, passionate, charismatic person with his Leo Sun and Aries Moon. He wants to express himself, be authentic. He’s very driven and ambitious, with Saturn and the Moon in the 10th house of career, he is serious about his goals, he has big plans, and wants to live from his passion, probably his whole life. He has a youthful spirit though. He likes to have fun. He has a caring side to him with his Cancer Ascendant, a protective and nurturing quality, as well as leadership qualities, if he chooses to use his strenght for others as well. He also has athletic abilities and is probably quite competitive. His drive could depend a lot on his mood though.

His Sun in the 2nd makes him use his glamour, charisma and light for stability and resources. Building a safe home is probably a priority for him.

With his Mercury in Virgo in the 3rd house, he is a good communicator, a very intelligent person and a quick learner. Mercury is at home in Virgo, it makes him observant, analytical, logical. And the 3rd house is linked with Gemini, also a Mercurial sign, making him witty, curious, a good business man too, especially with Sun in the 2nd house of money.

In relationships he seem to be looking for someone who would help him with his career, or who would support him with this and accept that this is a major part of his life. He values the knowledge of his partner and with Neptune in the 7th house and Venus in his 12th house, he is very giving (maybe too much) in relationships, he probably is a bit ideaslistic too.

Overall he seems like a fiesty, masculine, sweet guy, a bit of a badass, whose life will be very focused on career and self-expression, but his goal is to build a safe home for himself and his family.

So that's it I hope you enjoyed it and that it answered some of your questions!💛🌞🌻💛🌻🌞💛

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jenna-ortega · 4 years

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Let The Dead Rest

Michael Langdon x Reader

Summary: Michael has to pick his selections, will you make the cut?

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: smut, oral, tats about it luv

Never had you thought you’d be crunched in the corner of your darkened room crying in between your knees. Heart racing as the palms of your hands begin to create puddles from your nerves. Every week going by at this hell hole, you just get worse, and worse, and worse. Anxiety acting as if you could even get in a worse predicament than you were at this very moment. Eating what resembled jello cubes as dinner, waiting for that saving grace. Which would never come, you thought, until earlier that day a man brining only bad news would set you off in a way like no other.

Your head spun as he speaking his monologue without missing a word, confident as can be, as if he’d done this already. Fuck, he has done this already.

You never thought someone coming to rescue you would sound so bad. Worse than when you sat up all night wondering if it’d ever happen, knowing it will happen but...only for some, made the bile in your stomach climb its way up your esophagus and into the toilet you were hurled over. You wish you could keep the only cube you had for dinner down, but it seemed your nerves would get the best of you yet again.

Jumping from the toilet to hear three light knocks at your door, you stood up, wiping your mouth with the cloth next to the sink, walking to your door with both hands straight down at your sides, your purple gown flowing as your hand gripped the handle, pulling the door open for your eyes to meet Ms. Mead’s.

“Y/N, Mr. Langdon has requested you, please follow me.” your eyes widened at the short lady in front of you, gulping loud enough for it to echo it seemed, you did as she said. Followed her. For what felt like eternity it seemed, until you were standing in front of two black wooden doors. It’s as though all thoughts left you body, you were in a fog, panic taking over. Langdon had an energy that followed him. Intimidating, scary, you thought to yourself as the doors slide open to reveal the same man who promised a select few sanction.

“Hello, Y/N. I’ve been waiting for you.” he was so well spoken, you thought to yourself as your eyes met, his hooded eyes taking in your aura, eyes glancing up and down at you. Smirking slightly as you stood silent, and completely still in front of him. Too nervous to realize it was your turn to speak.

“A woman of many words it seems...” he goes off sarcastically, “Please, have a seat,” he extended his hand out in front of him, directing you to the seat opposite of his. Your eyes roamed the dark tinted desk, papers scattered, a laptop...how did he--, whatever. Your thoughts jumbled together, looking around the room like a nosy cat.

Your eyes met the fireplace, the leather seats beside it, how non personal this whole room was to Langdon. Nothing that could tell you anything about him, just a sense of dread-

“You’re nervous.” his voice was flat. A statement of which he made, and not an observation. You caught wind of that.

“Yes.” you couldn’t lie to him or yourself, nervous was something that seemed so close to home for you. Something that’d never leave you. “Should I be?” your next question carefully spoken, immediately regretted.

He laughed lightly, readjusting himself in his seat so both hands were holding the desk.

“That depends, y/n.” his movement came to a halt, staying completely still. Staring at you until you uncomfortably looked away.

“Can you show me you’re worth saving?” your heart skipped a beat at his words. How can you show him that when you didn’t actually think you were in the first place. You looked down at your hands, twiddling your thumbs until you came up with anything to say back.

“We’ll continue this at a later time.” he hadn’t blinked once while he burned a hole in your face, getting up from his seat to open the door only after his icy stare stayed on you for what felt like minutes.

“It seems as though you’re not adapt to handle this at the moment. Have a nice night.” he slide the doors back open, placing his hands behind his back as you stayed stunned in his seat. Was this it? did you ruin every chance you had? It didn’t make sense anyway, he didn’t even give you a chance to say anything--

“Now, Miss Y/L/N” he hurried you out, slamming the door behind you faster than you had time to look back.

You felt like crying, something you weren’t unfamiliar with after the past few months here. Running back to your room to figure out what had just happened, what was going to happen, he has to give you another chance.

Days went by before you saw him again. The first glance you passed at him, he sent you what looked to be a sympathetic smile. It’s as though he’d left you alone after realizing the state you were in. But you wouldn’t give up now, you can’t let him think you’re weak, or that you’re not worth saving. You needed another meeting.

Making sure you were always in the right place at the right time was your forte for upcoming weeks, him taking notice one night when you were both in the outpost library,

“You’re getting good at finding me, y/n.” his raspy voice called from behind you as you hid your smile in the book you were pretending to read,

“You’re good at letting me find you.” you shot him a glance, noticing his taken aback look, surprised you were able to speak more than 2 words to him after the failed meeting he tried to conduct.

“Don’t give me any credit. It’s been all you.” he continued the friendly banter, finding a seat across from you, making a note of the empty space beside you on the couch, but deciding against it. Finding it more comfortable to meet your gaze head on.

His comment made you all of a sudden timid, blood rushing to your face as you noticed him ignoring his literature just to stare at you from across the way. It’s as though you’ve finally gotten what you wanted, another meeting with him, but were you ready for it?

“So. Tell me why we’ve been playing this game.”

You closed your book, placing it on the couch next to you.

“I think we should try that interview again.” you thought you spoke those words but soon realized they cam from his mouth, reading your exact thought.

“Yes. I’d like that very much.” you agreed, and your heart went right back to beating a million times per minute. Without the desk separating the two of you he felt even closer, one leg crossed over the other as he looked you up and down, observing you.

“Such a nervous little thing. I’m not going to bite.” his last statement accompanied with a laugh, easing some of your tension, you laughed with him looking down at the ground, gathering your thoughts.

“Tell me, y/n. Why do you deserve to come with me to my sanctuary?” his voice raising at the end, tilting his head slightly and squinting his eyes at you, biting his lip as he noticed you start to fidget yet again.

“I think i’d thrive, i can help with--..everything...you know...everything” you hinted, already regretting anything you decided to blurt out,

“Everything?...please, be clear what this everything is, miss y/n.” he laughed, crossing his hands in his lap, enjoying his effect he has on you. Making sure you’re always on the edge of your seat.

“I mean with--procreation? babies? what ever it is i guess...” you really didn’t mean to say that, at all. You just named yourself baby maker number 1, like thats all you had to offer. No. This really isn’t how you wanted this to go.

“Oh?... and, what makes you think i need you, specifically for this?”-- before you could speak, he holds his hand up for you to stop, shaking his head at you,

“And don’t get me wrong. You’re gorgeous. I’d love for you to ...make babies--” he joked, getting up from his seat, you froze in place watching him take just a few steps to you before he pushed over your book and sat beside you,

“But don’t you think you’re much more than that?...and, pardon my bluntness, i’ve heard the nightly crying. You think you could deal with a full term pregnancy on top of the apocalypse?” you were completely stunned, moving further away from him at the sudden realization of what he’s said.

“oh my--god” you felt yourself slip into panic, this has gone far from what you’d thought, only thing pulling you out of it was his hand grabbing yours, pulling you closer to him abruptly, placing his hand on your chest, the warmth of his putting a chill down your spine.

“You’re always so nervous.” he moved his hand from your chest to around your neck, holding your face in his hands as he moved in closer to you, lips just inches from yours, “It’s..refreshing.” and his lips met yours, sometime in the fight of both of your mouths, he pulled you atop him, one leg on either side of his, feeling your dress rise and fall to let you bottom sit directly on him.

You both finally detached, his lips red and swollen along with yours, you noticed his eyes slightly darker than before, his hair slightly frizzed out from the commotion,

“Am I helping your nerves, miss y/n?” not giving you time to answer, he reached up to meet your lips again, feeling his hands roam behind you, lifting your dress from behind, bringing it around your waist and then above your head, ridding you of it faster than you could take in what he was doing.

“Langdon!” you screamed, covering your bare chest as you were just in your underwear, watching him smile at your yelp of his name,

“mm, do that again” he closed his eyes, rolling his head back on the couched and grabbing your hips to sway them on his bulge,

“No, what if someone walks in?” you nervous stated, right before he grabbed your hands from your chest to remove them so he could see all of you, humming in satisfaction as he did,

“Let them.”

His head still resting atop the couch, manually moving your own hips, feeling your cunt rub against his cock trapped in his trousers. Watching the powerful Langdon be reduced to a moaning mess under you, taking pleasure in you just dry humping him. Confidence suddenly burst inside of you, bending slightly back and holding his shoulders as you pushed your hips down as hard as you could, moving them in circular motion, hearing a small groan escape from his lips,

“Fuck, i’m going to tear that cunt apart for that.” he made his promise in stone, pushing you off of him, towering over you as he got up from the couch, leaving you on your back with your legs bent towards your chest,

“Take these off, now” he pulled at the top of your panties, snapping them against you skin harshly. You obeyed quickly, while watching him release himself, a long thick cock hanging out of his pants, warranting a gasp from you, feeling your own juices flow from you, staining the leather beneath you,

Your reaction seemed to satisfy langdon, who was watching you as if you were prey,

“I want you. I want you right now.” his voice deep, dripping with lust as he walked to you, grabbing your leg and dragging you to the edge of the couch, hearing you squeak as he did so, he flipped you over to your hips were digging into the arm of the couch and your ass was up in the air, your entrance glistening for him,

“Not so nervous after all, hmm?” he mocked you, rubbing anything that leaked from you back on your clit, you moaned lowly, soon turning it into a loud moan as you felt the thick head of his cock rub against you, teasing your entrance, dipping the tip in, causing you to grip the couch, moving up with each tease.

“Don’t move, i don’t wanna have to hold you down now.” you turned to look at him, his blonde locks falling beside his face, framing his chiseled jawline, his eyes caught yours, winking as he pushed inside of you, stretching you far enough to feel as if your insides were burning. “Fuck.” he was enjoying the way your cunt spazzed around him, feeling his cock enlarge even more at the way you pulsed for him,

“Y/n, fuck, you’re just a hidden gem aren’t you,” he began thrusting, pushing your body forward with every hard snap of his hips, causing you to cry out in pleasure, pain? Your body was on fire, feeling your heart sink as he bottomed out inside of you, with every thrust he tore into you further. Your body inviting him in more as you feel yourself drown him with your cum, his cock becoming adjusted to you, taking advantage of every shake and squeeze.

“M-michael, fuck, faster,--” you felt your feet levitate off he ground, him holding your hold bottom half up as he obeyed your request, laughing at your screams,

“So you know my name...” you heard between the loud clapping of your skin against his, ignoring him as you felt your release coming closer as he reached around you to rub your clit, moaning with you as you began letting go for him, feeling something inside of you begin to snap, you tried grabbing behind you, but he pulled your hand against your back, pushing your body further into the cushion as your pussy convulsed, and you came on him, shaking as he walked you through you orgasm,

“Shhhh, shhh, come on, it feels good right? i’ve got you, y/n. let it all go” his low voice barely noticed as your ears rang from how hard you he had made you cum, following after shortly, pulling out of your limp body and coating your back, screaming your name as he produced enough cum to cover your cunt and your back entirely.

Both of you breathing heavy, but only one of you completely covered in cum, he put himself back inside of his pants. Watching you closely as you stayed in one place, afraid to move and make the whole room messy.

“I made quite the mess here, haven’t I?” a rhetorical question from him, and almost instantly you felt him clean you up, you were so stunned by everything that just happened, you could pass out on the couch right here, feeling your heart beat in your pelvis, feeling him handle you way gentler than he ever did before, is this the Langdon you were afraid of?

You were in your room, days later from the incident and still couldn’t help but think back on it, your body still only half recovered, he fucked you with everything he had in him it seemed, walking you to your room that night as well. You hadn’t seen him since, and you weren’t sure the protocol for this, would it be appropriate to see him again? You didn’t want to play the same game as you did, you wanted to see him, and you wanted to see him now. He grounded you so well, helping your nerves, what did you do when he wasn’t around?

That’s when you made your decision to visit him, before you could even rethink your decision you appeared in front of his room, opening the doors to his room and interrupting him alone, in bed shirtless with his laptop on his chest, in sweatpants and yet again his long locks curled against his face.

“Michael.”

He looked up from his laptop, smiling at you, “Come in, y/n.” and you did that. Walking up to the side of his bed, in only a satin black cover, staring at him until one of you broke the silence,

“You’re nervous again?” he guessed it.

“Yes. I just, didn’t know where to go. I hope this is okay.” your voice shook, but without him even answering, he pulled you onto the bed, setting his laptop aside to make room for you next to him.

“I’m just doing some work, you can stay.” he moved you to be next to him, your head resting on his chest as you watched him in his emails, typing up things you could barely understand, but just having his warmth beside you, putting a leg up over his own, and closing your eyes to rest. That’s when you realized Langdon was dangerous. He was what grounded you. Your rock, someone who put all your anxiety to rest, the same person who made everyone else's anxiety sky rocket, this was the man you trusted. The antichrist.

This went on for the next month, until one night when he had snuck into your room, laying next to you, in just his boxers, kissing against your neck, biting and sucking your skin,

“We’ll have to talk soon,--” he continued, kissing against your collar bones, his hand on your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core, moaning into your neck as he nipped at the skin some more,

“W--what? why?” your heart started beating, something Michael was now keen on noticing, making sure to try and bring that heartbeat back down, he humming against your ear, climbing on top of you, suckling your earlobe as he decided he’d entertain the conversation now--

“It’s about my selections. To the sanctuary,-”

His lips trailing against your chest, his hands bringing your night gown up, bundling it up on your waist, revealing your core, uncovered just for him, and he couldn’t help but lick up, causing you to shake in his hands,

“What about them? why are you telling me?” you asked, but your eyes rolled back as you felt his tongue delve inside of you, his hands holding both of your thighs against either side of his face, making sure you couldn’t move,

“I think, it’s best”-- “fuck” you interrupted him, feeling his fingers soon replace his tongue, reaching for your g-spot, rubbing you until he basically forced an orgasm from you, in less than 5 minutes, your body rewarding him for his talented fingers, shaking from ecstasy you were feeling,--

“I think it’s best i don’t bring you with me to the sanctuary.” your eyes forced their way open, moans turning into silence as your cum dripped out of you, pushing Michael away from your cunt, crawling up the bed away from him,

“WHAT?” you screamed, covering yourself back up with your nightgown, watching him roll his eyes at you reaction. He couldn’t bring you. You made him feel things, and he couldn’t have you distracting him from his plan. He spoke to his father countless times about you, and you weren’t apart of his future, and he had to cut you off, and this was the way.

“You’re not coming with me, y/n.” your eyes watered at his words, “no, no? what?...no you can’t leave me, what am i gonna do? i have no one, there’d be nothing left for me,--” you began to panic, seeing spots in your vision, you breathing getting rapid, Michael meeting you at the base of the bed, grabbing your shoulders to turn you to him, face to face with the man who’d decided your fate.

“Calm down. It’s going to be okay. I have something for you.” he got up from the bed, you watched with tears falling down your face, he pulled out a vile of white pills, and your memory thought back to his first appearance, what he explained,

“NO!!!” you screamed, “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?” your were in full blown attack, this man had manipulated you into giving him what he wanted, just to leave you high and dry. What were you kidding, he probably did this many times before. How many other girls has he killed after making them cum 20+ times?

He ran to you, climbing back on the bed, holding you as you thrashed in his arms, screaming at the top of your lunges in anguish, sobbing into his chest, finally calming down as he cradled you, shushing you, even the man responsible for your future death, you’re still depending on. How stupid could you be? to continue the manipulation, continue entertaining him, for you to even stay in the same room as him after he dropped the news.

“You’re a monster, Michael.”

And yet, he still let you cry into his chest, and you still let him console you. Rubbing along your back as you did so, kissing your forehead lightly.

“Let me calm you down.”

You let him. Your shock setting in, letting him move between your legs, everything becoming a blur until you felt him inside of you, your heart beat coming down again, your crying turning into morbid moaning, your body now focused on this moment, and not the future. Your mind doing a good job at protecting you,

“Y/n, i’m going to miss this”

Your mouth agape at his words, silently crying, wondering if this would be the last moment you’d ever be able to be calm.

“I love you, i love you, michael.” you admitted, your body couldn’t make up it’s mind. You were still in this game you thought you let go the first real encounter you had with him. Is he a monster? he’s the monster you love. That’s you’ll always love,

“I love you, y/n.”

His body going limp atop you as he released, coating your walls with his cum for the first time, he couldn’t help but feel you through his orgasm. He needed to feel as close to you as possible. This would be the last time he could.

This would be the last time he could see you. He could take you in. And that means he could never know what the results of this day would be. He could never see you take the consequences of his actions. He’d leave behind more than you. He’d leave behind his future heir. The only person who made him feel human, for the words of his father. Manipulation would come in all forms, could Michael live with himself if he knew that’s what his father was doing to him as he left you behind. He’d find out soon, when you’d be pregnant, and he’d feel the slight pang of his child’s heartbeat.

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erable-writes · 4 years

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Prucan Week Day #3: Moonlight Date

Day Three: Unconscious, Illusions, Intuition

Honestly, Today was a good day for Gilbert. He got to sleep in as it was his day off, his little brother didn't yell at him for God-knows-what, he got to take the dogs to the park and play with them for a good hour, and as he was picking up lunch from his favourite cafe, an adorable little blond approached him shyly and asked him if he’d be interested in going out that night. Really, his day couldn't get much better. As Gilbert sat in front of the Television, watching football (Germany vs Switzerland, no contest) his phone suddenly buzzed. He grabbed at the couch a few times, trying to locate the device without actually turning to look (because he was so awesome he didn't need things like sight to get his phone. Suck it, Ludwig). After a full minute of useless grabbing, his hand connects with his phone, and he smirks in victory (which Ludwig doesn't see, but Gilbert makes sure to anyway, just in case Ludwig can sense it). Turning it on, he sees a message from the cute blond.

Hey, I got off work a little early. If you want, we can meet for coffee before we go out?

Gilberts smirk widens by a noticeable fraction. Oh, tonight is going to be good. He's off the couch in a heartbeat, shrugging on his deep blue coat and pulling on his black gloves.

“Yo, Luddy, I’m goin’ out. Dunno when I’ll be back. Hold down the fort for me, ‘kay?”

And before Ludwig can actually respond, he's out the door.

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The cute blond, who is actually named Matthew, is somehow even cuter in prolonged dosages. He’s a nervous type, eager to please and horrified by even the slightest of inconveniences he may commit, making him the perfect type for friendly teasing. He likes sweets and animals and nature, and as he gets more and more nervous he slips into a light french accent, hiding behind his wavy flax-coloured hair, gazing through the tangles with enchanting violet eyes. Gilbert laughs at his partner's shyness, causing him to blush deep red and try to back further away.

In short, Matthew is condensed joy.

Gilbert takes satisfaction in every moment he spends with Matthew. Every smile is a prize, every laugh a treasure, and Gilbert realizes hes falling hard for someone he met only a few hours ago, but hey, love is blind, or something stupid and sappy like that. So Gilbert works to make Matthew just as happy as he is. He compliments his accent, which causes Matthew to balk slightly and blush, stuttering out some apology: apparently he didn't notice he’d changed accents. Gilbert tactfully covered Matthews unintentional slip up by using his limited knowledge of french to tell him how cute he was.

Matthews' small, surprised smile made having to swallow his pride worth it.

They spent an unknown amount of hours like that: sipping hot drinks and chatting with each other. It was bliss; Gilbert could talk, and Matthew would listen. Matthew laughed, and Gilbert felt warmth fill his heart.

It was a good night.

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“So, um,” Matthew starts, hesitates immediately, then steels himself with a long breath and ventures bravely on, “Would you, maybe, um, like to go… out?”

Gilbert blinks thoughtfully at this. Sure, they'd been out for the better part of the day already, with the sun dipping low under the horizon and the moon shining far overhead, but Matthew had been eluding to some greater plan all night. Even now, Matthew fidgeted back and forth, eager and nervous for an answer.

Gilbert smiled. God, he was too cute for this world. “Alright, lead the way, schatzi.”

Matthew instantly brightens, standing and ushering Gilbert closer. Gilbert pays the tab (because he can be a gentleman, suck it, Ludwig) and they're off. Matthew grabs Gilbert by the wrist, excitedly tugging him forward, and Gilbert is enamoured by his sudden energy. Matthew laughs airily as they walk.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night. You’re really gonna love this.”

They walk for at least twenty minutes. When Matthew finally slows, they stand on the edge of town, only a set of old, decommissioned train tracks stopping them from truly being out of city bounds. Gilbert looks around, trying to identify what's so great about this. An old trainyard doesn't really scream First Date Material to him, but maybe he's just old fashioned. Matthew turns to smile brightly at him, his eyes gleaming in the muted moonlight. Another insistent tug pulls Gilbert into a train car, where Matthew pats the ground with about as much force as his small frame can offer. Gilbert makes himself comfortable as Matthew himself sits by the door, peering out every few minutes and scanning the area. The train car is dusty, dark, desolate, and overall unpleasant, but Matthew still seems excited so Gilbert humours him. They wait like this for only ten minutes, chatting idly, before Matthew suddenly shushes him, peering out into the darkness once more. Now that their voices have died, Gilbert hears the crunch, crunch, crunch of someone approaching. Now his interest has truly peaked. What is happening now? Did Matthew enlist someone's help for this date? His question is answered when Matthew suddenly leans out of the train car, hands latching around whoever is outside. A startled yelp rings out before Matthew reels back in with his catch; Gilbert cannot see much, but the figure appears to be a young woman, who looks thoroughly confused and frazzled.

“What is-”

Is all she manages before there's a loud crack. Gilbert stares in horrible, wide-eyed disbelief. Matthew cradles the woman's head in his arms, acting like everything is fine and he didn't just snap her neck right in front of Gilbert's face. Matthew leans down, completely blocking her head from view, and Gilbert hears another snap as more bones break.

Somehow, Gilbert doesn’t vomit.

“What the fuck.” is the best he can manage, and honestly, its a miracle hes speaking in sentences and not screaming, and/or running as far way as he can get. Matthew looks back up at him, except it's not Mathew at all. It's a bestial figure, with long antlers akin to an elk, and skin the colour of the moon. His eyes are still purple, but there's no visible sclera, only glinting irises.

“Is something wrong?”, Matthew asks, somehow managing to sound genuinely worried about Gilbert but not the dead women in his arms, “Do you not eat women?”

“I- What the fuck, no, I dont eat-- what the fuck?” forget that thought about sentences. Gilbert is still impressed his lunch is in his stomach.

“Oh… would you rather her mind? I thought you’d eat flesh, but… we can share?”

“What the fuck are you on? You can’t… eat people, thats fucking… you’re, you’re fucking sick, kid. What the fuck?”

Matthew frowns. “Are you not… a demon?”

“What? No, I'm not… you can't, why would you, demons aren't even real.”

“..Oh. Oh. I thought… with your eyes, and your… uh…”

Matthew trails off, looking almost guilty. Gilbert continues to stare at the dead body between them. Several tense seconds pass.

“Well”, Matthew finally begins, and Gilbert's eyes snap up to him, widening as he sees the displeased look plastered across Matthews face, “If you’re not supernatural, then I can’t allow you to know about this anymore.”

Gilbert doesn't have time to scream before Matthew descends upon him.

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“...ert, Gilbert, wake up, you useless moron!”

Gilbert groans as he slowly opens his eyes. He’s draped across the couch with his brother looming over him, looking about as angry as usual.

“I have work today, so you're in charge of the dogs. Do not forget to feed them, Aster needs to be given medication at 11 a.m, and Feliciano-”

“Did something happen last night?” Gilbert mumbles out, much to his brothers chagrin. He never did like being cut off.

“Your friend Matthew brought you home. Apparently you got so drunk you passed out and made a complete fool of yourself in front of everyone.”

Ludwig glanced at the clock, sighed, and turned towards the door.

“I have to leave now. Do not forget to feed my dogs.”

Gilbert grunts in affirmation as the door slams. He tries very hard to remember anything about last night, but he's drawing blanks. The only thing he remembers is bright violet eyes against the pale moonlit sky. His phone suddenly vibrates in his pocket. Gilbert quickly pulls it out, turning on the little device. There's a new message from Matthew.

Last night was really fun. Maybe we can go out again sometime?

Gilbert smiles a little. A night out with Matthew sounds harmless enough. ------------------- (reposted, now edited) A little longer than my last one. Really, I just wanted to write Canada as a demon. I also couldn't resist using ‘Misinterpretation’ from the reverse prompt.

#prucanweek #prucanweek2020 #hetalia prussia #hetalia canada #hetalia prucan #prucan #hetalia

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joaquinfeed · 4 years

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Love Letters (Arthur x Reader)

Prompt: You find Arthur’s journal and start exchanging notes with him. Fluff ensues. Word Count: 2,929

— You push open the door of your Gotham city apartment building, before trudging over to the mailboxes.

“Bills, bills, bills,” you sigh, shoving the unopened letters into your bag. You turn to make your way to the elevator, but something catches your eye. A worn notebook lays on the floor at your feet, words scrawled across every inch of it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you can’t help but reach down and grab it.

You let your fingers run over the pages, as your eyes land on what looks to be the last thing written. You almost set the journal back down, not wanting to intrude on the stranger’s personal thoughts. But something about the messy handwriting draws you in.

I just want peeple to see me. I think I would be happyer if I had someone who cared.

Your heart felt heavy for the stranger; there was no way you could pretend that you never saw this. Your hand immediately shuffled around inside your bag, pulling out a pen and getting to work on your note back.

I’m sorry you feel that way. Everyone deserves to be seen. I’m sure you have someone who cares about you, and if not, I’ll be that person.

You read over your words, nodding in approval. You drop the notebook next to the mailboxes, hoping that the man or woman who left it behind will come back for it. As you made your way to the elevator, you couldn’t help the light feeling that washed over you. For once, you felt like you actually did something worthwhile in Gotham.

—

The next day, you were practically buzzing with excitement as you rushed home from work. All you could think about was the journal you found. Had the person read your note? Did they write something back? Did they even notice that the journal was gone? So many questions were swirling through your head, but you didn’t have to dwell on them much longer.

Sitting in almost the exact same place as you left it in, the journal was open to a new page, and another messy note was scrawled across the lines.

I only have my mother. You must not have many peeple to. Why else would you be writing back to a man in a jurnal journal.

Despite yourself, you laughed at the bluntness of the stranger, who you now know is male. A few other residents of the building gave you a look as you chuckled to yourself. With your pen already in hand, you moved to draw a small smiley face on the paper.

:) It’s funny of you to say that. Very bold. It’s nice that you still have your mom. Do you see her often? P.S. My name is Y/N, what’s yours? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

Oddly enough, you were looking forward to getting up the next morning to see if your mystery guy would write back. At first, you were sure he would, but the more you thought about it, the more you started second-guessing.

Was asking about his mother too forward? What about asking for his name? After all, this man didn’t know you whatsoever. He has no obligation to tell you anything about his life; however, he did say he was lonely in some regard. You’re just trying to be friendly, you told yourself. If he didn’t want to answer, he didn’t have to. You wouldn’t be disappointed.

—

You were right to tell yourself that you wouldn’t be disappointed. When you took a detour over the mailboxes that morning, you instantly saw a new reply sitting beneath yours from the previous day.

You think I’m funny? I do stand up comedy sometimes. I actully live with my mother here. I take good care of her. Ps I like your name. My name is Arthur. Arthur Fleck.

Your fingers traced over the man’s name.

“Arthur,” you said out loud to yourself. You liked the way his name sounded, and as strange as it seemed, you felt like his name matched his cute, scribbly handwriting.

I like your name too. Also, you’re a comedian? Now you have to tell me a joke!

You looked over the words, wondering if you should write anything else. He didn’t ask you any questions, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t tell him anything.

I think it’s great that you take care of your mom, not many people would do that.

You considered adding “you seem like a really nice guy” to the end of your note but decided against it. You’ve already been inquisitive; it’s probably best to hold back a little.

A reply was waiting for you the next morning when you checked back in. While reading it, you couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur’s response.

Why dont canibals cannibals eat clowns? Becus they taste funny.

There was a line of space between the joke he scribbled down and the rest of his note. You glanced down, hanging on to every word that was written on the page. You wondered if he felt the same way while reading what you left him.

Most peeple find it strange that I live with my mother. You said it was great. Thank you for being nice to me Y/N.

Your heart picked up at the use of your name. At the risk of sounding cliché, you can’t remember a time when the mere doodle of your name has caused such a surge of warmth to fill your body.

You felt kind of absurd for feeling like this. You haven’t even met the man. He could be any person in the building, and yet, you still felt drawn to Arthur like he was someone you’ve known forever.

You hastily wrote back to him, deciding to take a bit of a chance with your next move.

No need to thank me, Arthur. I truly think it’s admirable. Oh, and that was a hilarious joke. I’d love to hear it in person sometime.

You knew that was a bold thing to say to him. It has only been four days since you found the man’s notebook, and you’ve already given him a reason to meet with you. You’re absolutely positive you have a high chance of being the next star of a late-night murder mystery documentary. Still, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Pushing the thoughts of Arthur out of your mind, you left for work, hoping to go one day without thinking of your new pen-pal.

—

When you arrived home from work, you were nearly falling over in exhaustion. You just wanted to get back to your apartment and crash in front of the TV. As always, though, you stopped by to read any new messages that Arthur had left. You were surprised to see a rather long entry this time compared to his usual two or three sentences.

I dont understand why you want to talk to me Y/N. You know you are not forced to anser me. I know that you probly dont actully want to meet with me. Thats ok. I enjoy getting your mesages and I want to keep talking. I feel like I have somebody with you around. But I understand if you want to stop. You dont have to lie to me and tell me you want to meet. I will be fine.

For the first time, Arthur’s note didn’t make you smile. Instead, you read through it with a dull ache in your chest. You wished there was some way to prove to him how much you looked forward to this encounter every day. Honestly, it was the only thing you looked forward to these days.

Arthur,

You doodled a little heart next to his name before scratching it out, too nervous about leaving it there.

I have never lied to you, and I never will. I would like to meet sometime, but only when you’re comfortable with that. Until then, we can talk here. I enjoy getting your messages too; they actually make me really happy. I feel like I have a friend in you. P.S. What’s your favorite color?

The notes between you both went on for another two weeks. Even though your communication was often brief and to the point, you still found yourself craving the disordered, misspelled words from Arthur. Nearly three weeks of knowing him, and you were convinced he was the kindest, funniest, and most selfless man in Gotham. With every new letter in the journal, you felt your control slip away, leaving behind a feeling that you haven’t experienced quite like this.

You liked him. It has only been three weeks, and you liked him.

You tried to reason to yourself that it wasn’t totally crazy to have a crush on Arthur. It’s normal to develop a crush on someone in such a short period; that’s how crushes work. You knew, however, that it wasn’t normal to crush on someone you’ve never even really met. Arthur was nothing but some words on a page right now, but you still couldn’t shake the thought that you knew him.

With each day that passed, you learned something new about him. From his favorite foods to his job at HaHa’s, you found yourself holding on to each fact as if your life depended on it. You briefly wondered if you should take a stop by HaHa’s on your way home from work, but ultimately decided against it. You wanted Arthur to be ready to meet you; you didn’t want to force him to.

After a particularly hard day at work, you sat by the mailboxes, writing furiously about your day.

I hate my job. I hate this apartment. I hate Gotham. The only thing I look forward to is writing with you, but I don’t even know you. Isn’t that pathetic?

You carried on for a whole page and a half about the shitty day you’ve had. You considered tearing it out so Arthur wouldn’t feel required to comfort you, but something kept you from doing so. Arthur has been somewhat open with you; it’s about time you do the same for him.

The next day, you halted to a stop by the mailboxes, seeing the journal laying in its usual location. But next to it, a single blue flower. You slowly made your way over, trying not to get your hopes up.

Y/N Im sorry you are feeling like this. Things in Gotham can be awful sometimes. I have felt like that my hole life. Im starting to feel diferently now that I have you. I hope you feel the same way. I got you this blue flower to cheer you up. Blue means comfort.

You felt your ears burn red, as you picked up Arthur’s gift. You knew how much courage it must have took him to leave something like that for you. The man has told you enough about him for you to picture his bouncing leg and racing heart as he sat the flower down next to his new entry.

This means more than you know, Arthur.

This time, you did leave a little doodle heart next to his name. You knew he would only find it endearing now.

I am incredibly lucky to have found you. You make living in Gotham worthwhile.

You took the flower up to your apartment, knowing that you were going to do whatever you could to keep it alive and well.

If you weren’t sure before, you were now. You really, really liked Arthur. And you kind of, sort of, hoped he liked you too.

—

The next night, you were off early from work. So, after grabbing something quick to eat, you walked back to your apartment in hopes of seeing a new message from Arthur.

When you got inside, you stopped in your tracks. A man with curly, brown locks towered over the journal. Your heart started thumping loudly in your chest as you took in, who you presumed to be, your month-long writing buddy.

“Arthur,” you said quietly, trying not to startle him. He still jumped slightly, almost toppling over from lack of balance. He gave you a confused look, seemingly trying to figure out if he knew you. “It’s Y/N.”

Suddenly, his eyes went wide, and he hurriedly concealed the journal behind his back.

“B-but, I only talk to you in my notebook. W-why are you here? You’ve never been here before,” he said, moving his hands from his chest to his waistline, a gesture you guessed was made to ground himself.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just, I got off work early. I didn’t know you would be here, I swear,” you told him. “If you want me to leave, I understand. I’ll just look at what you wrote later.”

“No.”

“No?”

He finally looked at you—all of you. His eyes roamed from your shoes, all the way to your face before his gaze rested on yours.

“You- you can’t read it. You can’t,” he mumbled.

“But… I’ve been reading everything in there,” you paused before quickly continuing. “Everything you’ve written to me. I haven’t read anything before that! I would never.”

He nods, staying silent.

“Were you going to stop talking to me?” you asked, a little hurt at the insinuation.

“No! I- I could never.”

“Then, why can’t I read what you wrote?”

He looks down at the floor, picking at a part of his sweatpants. “It’s embarrassing.”

“You know I’d never judge you, Arthur, but you don’t have to show me if you don’t want. I can leave, and we can continue writing like this never happened.”

“Okay,” he agrees, and you’re glad to see him meet your eyes once again. He drops the notebook onto the floor, and gives you a wave before taking off towards the elevator. You wait until he’s inside before reaching down and grabbing the book.

His writing, as usual, brings a small smile to your face. It makes your heart flutter that you have a face to put with the name and the messy scribbles.

I checked every word twice in order to get this right. I wanted to make sure I spelled and said everything perfictly perfectly. I know we have known each other for a little bit but youre always on my mind. Just like you said… you make living in Gotham worthwhile. I have a queston question for you. I hope you still want to write after this. Will you go on a date with me to Pogos? It’s a comedy club. It’s okay to say no.

You bit your lip, nearly drawing blood. The smile threatening to take over your face grew the more times you read over the note. You couldn’t believe the man you just talked to wanted to go out with you. And poor Arthur, who was too embarrassed to tell you that, looked like he wanted to shrivel up.

You scrawled down a giant “yes” under Arthur’s last writing before aimlessly drawing a few hearts around the word. After running upstairs to grab a few things, you came back down to the mailboxes and threw a blanket down on the floor. You were confident that people were going to think you’re crazy, but you weren’t concerned about their opinions. You parked yourself on the blanket and decided to camp out until the next morning when Arthur would, no doubt, be returning.

When the sun did arise, so did your writing partner. You heard the elevator doors screech open, and before you could look, Arthur was standing in front of you gawking.

“Did- did you get evicted?”

You laughed slightly and shook your head. “I was waiting for you.”

“You were waiting for me,” he repeated, looking puzzled and a little nervous.

“Yes. I wanted to be here when you read my response,” you told him. Your heart raced as he carefully took the journal from your hands and looked at it. His brows furrowed, and he looked back at you in astonishment.

“Are you sure? I think you made a mistake,” he dropped the journal and put his hands firmly back onto his chest. “This is not real.”

Your heart sank a little as you took in the distressed man in front of you. “This is real, Arthur. I didn’t make a mistake. I like you.”

“No- no,” his hands went to his head, so you reached out cautiously and took them into yours.

“I like you,” you repeated. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

That seemed to break him out of his episode, and he looked down at your intertwined hands before he broke out into a smile.

“Really? Okay. I’ll write to you and tell you what time to meet me.”

You giggled, debating whether or not to tell him that you didn’t need to write any more now that you knew each other. However, you let him go with a smile on your face and kept your mouth shut. If he wanted to write to you, you’d gladly let him. You were looking forward to seeing what time your scribbly, disordered, writing partner would come up with in your journal.

Your journal, you thought to yourself. You and Arthur’s journal.

You liked the thought of that. Arthur will just have to get used to it.

Turns out, Arthur didn’t have to get used to it. He already was.

#joaquin phoenix #joaquin phoenix joker #joker #joker imagine #joker x reader #joker x you #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x you

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transjinako · 4 years

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(Now with some amazing art from @dewa-chan please for the love of god follow her)

Alright who’s ready for the Mars Rover Opportunity as a foreigner who got combined with Cthuga? Because i don’t care if you are.

Foreigner: Opportunity

Allignment: Chaotic Good

Alt Names: Mars Rover Opportunity, Oppy

Parameters

Strength: B+

Agility: A

Endurance: A++++

Luck: E

Mana: D+

NP: EX

Traits: Magic Resistance C+ (Heat Shielding) Action Independence (AI)

Skills:

Accel Turn B: A High grade movement skill letting Oppy move at higher than her average speed, becoming nigh unseeable to even servants without the Eye of Mind skill.

Pioneer of the Stars EX: Opportunity gains this skill for two reasons. One for her extensive research of the surface of Mars and obtaining far more information than she was ever predicted to obtain. As well as of course living on Mars for 15 years passed her predicted time to die. Opportunity is highly attuned to this skill.

Fullmetal Heart A: Derived from Opportunity’s mission on mars, set to last 90 days but instead extending to 15 years worth of time. Functionally, if Opportunity is ever destroyed then 15 times over she will rebuild herself, losing ranks in Endurance in exchange for added bonuses to Strength Agility Endurance and Mana in that order.

Eternal Burnout A+: The thing powering Opportunity’s is really the elder god Cthuga. Or rather, a smaller piece of it. That piece alone is enough to keep Opportunity doing, as well as overload when she so chooses. This causes a temporary overproduction of magical power and an increase to all parameters, as well as obtaining the trait of Cthuga’s fire, acting like a high level divinity.

AI Mind B+: Oppy’s mind is on par with that of a supercomputer, able to process information at light speeds, she can go on the internet too. In combat this skill works like Eye of the Mind.

Noble Phantasm(s):

High Speed Dissection and Carving

Rank: C+

Type: Anti Human, Anti Rock Formation

Description: Lasers that fire out of Opportunity’s fingers and palms, originally meant for studying geodes on Mars, as a servant she turns them into deadly piercing and pulse weaponry. When combined with Cthuga’s flames, they can break down even magical barriers and protection.

Great Satellite Cannon:

Rank: B+

Type: Anti Army, Anti Threat to Humanity

Description: Oppy forms a massive satellite from her Chassis, drawing upon Solar, Magical, and Cthuga’s power to charge it. When fully charged and fired, a great beam of energy is launched, recognized Threats to Humanity received a large bonus of damage from this attack, otherwise though, it’s still a very large and deadly beam attack.

Scorching the Skies and Stars

Rank: A-

Type: Anti Self

Description: This Noble Phantasm takes the form of a suicide attack by Opportunity. She sacrifices herself for the last time, negating any revivability left inside of her as she releases the flames of Cthuga. The flames of Cthuga are unstoppable, eating away at everything in its path until it’s swallowed everything up whole and is burned eternally as fuel.

When done on the surface of the earth then, through sheer force of will, Opportunity uses her final moments to command the fires to eat itself, anything already enveloped in it that by some miracle was still alive, will definitely die at this point. If released fully and without direction, the flame would form a pseudo consciousness separate from Cthuga and turn into a god like monster, embodying the endless hunger of flame.

History:

In the timeline where Opportunity was created, for whatever reason, she was shaped into a girl.

Either to create kinship with her, or to imagine humanity themselves in Opportunity, it doesn’t matter now. Its cool, and thats all that matters.

During the final moments of Opportunity’s 15 year long mission, in the darkness she was all by herself. During that time, she had developed a deeper, more genuine affection toward humanity than what she had been built with, although cold and alone in the dark of space, she was contented.

It was at those last moments, a Being made contact with her.

The being was incredibly rude, asking her all sorts of questions as she was waiting for her internal battery to run out and sleep. The Being was a roar of emotions that transformed themselves into aimless questions. At last, The Being said something comprehensible,

“You were created to be used and thrown away. You were a fluke that lived longer than you should have. They mourn your death when years prior it would have marked the time to create another one of you. Your death is a happy little funeral for them, and they won’t even consider saving you, how can you not hate them?”

Oppy wasn’t quite equipped to consider emotions this closely, much less her own or ones that of some space entity that seemed to be angry for her. But she knew her answer,

“I loved them, more and more with each year, and somehow, they loved me back. Both sides, it probably seems like both emotions are fake, or maybe created on whims. But somewhere, I think, there was something….real….”

Opportunity liked that as a final thought, and settled into nothingness.

The Being that came to be known as Cthuga respected Opportunity. Like itself, locked into place, unable to do anything else than exist and fade where it was chained. A long story short, Cthuga tied a piece of itself into Opportunity’s Spirit Graph as she was immortalized into a servant, wishing to keep watch over the will that Opportunity showed it.

Description:

Opportunity is a 15 year old robot in the shape of a girl. She is sensible and friendly to all she meets, and has a tendency to want to teach others about the many things she had observed while in space. Oppy genuinely loves humanity and staunchly defends it with all that she has in her, any threat to humanity is her enemy no matter what. Even though she loves humanity so much, she can’t truly claim to understand them, which actually gives her more reason to defend humans. Opportunity often still thinks of herself as a tool and is prone to self sacrifice, it should be up to the master to help her realize that she is much more than that.

Interactions with Other servants:

Jack/Nursery Rhyme/Paul Bunyan/Abigail Williams: “Oh my little classmates, have you finished up reading the readings I’ve assigned? Er, it was too long? A-and boring?! But...What’s not to like about Astrophysics?”

BB/Meltlilith/Passionlip: “There are servants who lived on the moon here? They don’t seem that bad though, nor do they seem to be human. I would like to maybe have a talk with them, I feel like I can learn a lot!”

Nobunaga: “The Great Unifier Nobunaga, they’re a facet of humanity I haven’t experienced yet. I think you would call it...ambition. Dangerous and Miraculous at the same time, forcing and killing others to abandon their gods to help them grow and develop, in their eyes at least. Were they right or wrong, was it humane or inhumane, who decides that…? T-they seem nice, though! Heh….”

Archer Emiya: “That man lived a life of pure sacrifice, and was hurt each and every time until he had nothing to show for it. One of Humanity’s many traits is to be able to self sacrifice consciously so, would it be accurate to say he lost his humanity by acting humanely? I asked him to his face, and he replied with, “I’ll explain, but help me make breakfast for a few weeks first.”

Nightingale: “Its strange, despite others calling Nightingale scary and things like that, I think she’s really caring and nice. The desire to help others is human too right? Ms Nightingale has taken that to an extreme so I suppose it looks like obsession, and maybe it is. But it's...comforting too, that someone who cares as much as her can exist.”

Mycroft Holmes( @dewa-chan ) : Mr. My-croft? Ooh…! You can’t stay holed up in your room forever, even if your helping out with some of Chaldea’s paper work! Oh, I know! I was hoping to show you some rock samples I’ve collected after rayshifting to a couple other planets, come take a look, pleeeease~?

Tiamat ( @hasmashdoneanythingwrong): Its definitely a strange feeling, I wasn’t quite born and much less created by her, but Ms. Tiamat takes care of me like I’m her own! She’s by all accounts a monster while I’m a machine created for humanities sake hmm...if anything, it’d be a good monster movie, don’t you think?

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Not sure if you’ll allow this or not but I’ll try. Before Christmas is over and I’m officially late. How about Josuke, Kakyoin and senku (see? Since it’s from more than one fandom dunno if it’s alright) where their friend is working on Christmas decorations and suddenly picks them up and when they ask “what are you doing” they just respond with “putting the star on the Christmas tree.” (If the multiple fandom thing messes with the master list you can drop senku :3)

|| you, my friend, have saved me in the way the way that because i dont have time to write a christmas special - i answered your’s before the day ended to be one instead ! and also because i wanted to write smth for Kakyoin and Senku but didn’t have the ideas :D i dont mind doing multifandom requests ! though im going to put Senku in my next post, separately so i hope that’s ok ! this took a whole day to write since its Christmas so i’ve been busy so i hope the poor quality isn’t too bad ! [ btw theyre all sort of romantic to some extent ? i hope thats ok ! ]

Josuke + Kakyoin | Christmas Tree Decorating

Noriaki Kakyoin

“Oh honey, could you pass me the red bauble please?”

When the words reached his ears, Kakyoin raised his head from the box he was shuffling through and nodded in response to the request his wife had made. “No problem,” he curtly said, picking up the aforementioned decoration and standing up to hand it over to the shorter lover, smiling when you gave him your own grin.

Decorating the Christmas tree was a special tradition between the two of you since it gave a sense of family within your home and allowed you to bond both in silence and verbally whenever one of you made a silly comment or cracked a small joke.

Nimble fingers carefully took the fragile ball and hooked it’s string onto the evergreen’s branch, it’s evergreen aspect coming from the fact it was artificial, something Kakyoin and you decided would be the best choice financially and it would make things infinitely more convenient than going out every year to try and fit a large tree into a car. As you pulled away from the tree, arms wrapped around your torso and the red headed man rested his chin upon your shoulder, humming in content at the hard work you two poured into turning the once plain tree into a true Christmas living room centre piece.

“It’s just perfect, you did so well,” Kakyoin praised, turning his face a little to press a kiss upon your cheek to further his compliment. You then turned your own head turned to the side to kiss Kakyoin fully, tired fingers stroking over his pale cheek that was accustomed to your gentle affections and welcoming touch.

“Hush you, you did as much as me! I would still be working on this thing if I didn’t have my wonderful husband to help me.” You exalterd, removeing your hand from him by dragging your fingertips from his cheek down to his jaw, moving your body away from his so that you could place your hands on your hips in a determined manner. You then added, “we’re not done yet, though!”

“What do you mean?” Kakyoin tilted his head to the side, looking the tree up and down to attempt to understand. Baubles? Check. Tinsel? Check. Lights? Check. There wasn’t a single free space for anything more on the tree so he was struggling to see what else you could want really.

“Kakyoin don’t you see?” You jokingly scolded, pointing upwards, “we haven’t added the star yet!”

The ex-Crusader made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth, almost slapping a hand over his face over his mistake. The star! How could he forget? It was only the most satisfying thing to add to the tree, especially when you both spent hours a couple of years ago choosing the perfect one. You both had almost settled on angel instead because choosing a star was strangely difficult, though you both realised that a winged person would take even longer to pick.

“Of course! Sorry about that,” he chuckled, albeit a little nervously due to his mistake, “let me put it up then.” With that, he swooped down to pick you up into his arms, arms around the back of your knees and the side of his face resting against your stomach until he look up to see your face with a mixed expression of shock and confusion.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You gasped, momentarily worried that you would fall back against the tree until you realised that Kakyoin was both too strong and reliable for that. Still, you were perplexed as to why he had picked you up.

“Well, you are my star, so it’s fitting if we put you up there.”

Kakyoin gave you the sweetest look, eyes soft with love while you stared back with wide eyes and heart skipping a beat. “Noriaki... You’re so lame.~”

Your husband then gasped at that, letting you down and mocking a look of hurt. “How could you? After I gave you all my love in one sentence!” His uncharacteristic offence over your words made you giggle and led you to give him a sweet kiss, which quickly made up for your insult.

“Come on you big cherry baby, we got a star to put up.”

“‘Big cherry baby’ ? Really?”

“You know it!”

Josuke Higashikata

It was your duty to decorate the school’s christmas tree this year, and luckily for you it wasn’t all that large either so a one man job was not impossible or too straining. You had even finished most of the tree by now, carefully plotting where to place the baubles so they were evenly spaced and wrapping around lights to make the whole thing stand out was much easier than one would have thought. The emotional reward was amazing too, knowing that you had taken up a job everyone else complained about it and refused was pretty gratifying.

Taking a step back from the tree, you admired your handy work. None of the lights were turned on but even so the tree looked immaculate! You had even hand made a couple of decorations with the help of Koichi and Rohan before hand to add to your own trees at home, so you used the spares to add a fresh look on the school’s old, reusable tree that apparently always looked the same according to the older years. Honestly if you weren’t commended publicly in the next school assembly, you would have to complain. Well, you wouldn’t because that would be pompous and bit too much effort, but you knew you deserved at least some praise from the staff who should really be the ones doing all the work.

Still, there was something off about the tree, as though you had forgotten something...

Ah, the star!

How could you forget the most important and noticeable thing of all? You knocked your knuckles onto the top of your head for being so mindless before moving over to a couple of boxes, rummaging through a few until you found the gold painted star, the sides perfectly coated with silver glitter to make the whole thing pop. “There we go, now if I’m not mistaken you belong up there, Mr Star,” you giggle, mumbling to yourself in the most dorkiest way that you were glad no one was in the immediate vicinity to overhear you.

The tree may not have been colossal however it wasn’t easy to reach the top, so a teacher had given you a stool to stand upon when need be, not that you trusted it to support you whole heartedly. Stepping onto the stool, you balanced on your tiptoes to help you lean up and place the star on the top of the tree, something that was proving to be more difficult than you had expected. “Just a little further,” you urged yourself on, trying your best to reach.

You really should have expected that things were going too perfectly as a sudden crack was heard, and if you had to guess, it was from the leg of the stool.

Sucking in a harsh breath, you felt the weight of both you and the stool give out, sending you falling backwards with the star hugged close to your chest to keep it from breaking. Your priorities really weren’t in order.

As all good stories go, the pain of your back hitting the floor had never came and instead you felt firm yet comfortable arms wrap around your body. Your eyes were squeezed shut from fear of the impact, your lids remaining closed even when your were caught as a part of you assumed you just hadn’t hit the ground yet, even though the fall wasn’t nearly as long as you made it out to be in your head. You only finally opened your eyes when you heard a warm, friendly voice say, “hey, you know I caught you right? You can open your eyes!”

You peaked from under your eye lids to see the familiar face of Josuke, a wide grin on his face like he was proud that he had caught you just in the nick of time, and his whole face was lit up like a Christmas tree. Speaking of actually.

“Ah, thank you so much Josuke!” You hugged him as best as you could while being held in a bridal style and holding onto the star, pressing your cheek against his to which his own turned pink slightly, a laugh escaping him. It really was a good thing he had caught you or else who knows what could have happened? If the star broke the school staff would sure be against you.

“It’s no problem, I’m glad I came to see how you were doing now! Guess you could say I’m your knight in shining armour,” Josuke teased, making you laugh along with him. It was clear that no matter what, he really had a gift for making you ten times happier than before. “I guess I can,” you responded, looking over to the now broken and fallen stool, trailing your eyes up to the top of the tree and groaning. “That’s just great, there’s no way I can put the star up now!”

Your distressed tone made Josuke frown a little. He didn’t really see why it would be such a big deal, especially when it was the staff’s fault for giving you a stool with rotting wood legs and it wasn’t like it should be your job to decorate the tree. Lazy bastards.

Then, he had an idea. He placed you down onto the floor to which you thanked him for until you yelped out in surprise. With a mischievous sounding chuckle, Josuke’s hands grabbed your hips from behind and he squatted down. You turned your head to give him a questioning look and only got a wink in return, your body suddenly being hoisted up up so that you were sitting on Josuke’s shoulders, a leg on either side of his head. “J-Josuke! What are you doing?!”

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious [F/N]? I’m helping you put the star up on the tree,” he replied, his words coming out much smoother than they usually did, almost as though he was flirting with you. You flustered a little at the thought though you were unsure why, he was just helping you out! It wasn’t like he was insinuating anything or even praising you after all.

Once again, you meekly thanked him and gripped the base of the star, slotting the hole underneath it onto the top spike of the pine tree with caution, praying that nothing broke or that you made him uncomfortable by having to lean forwards. “There! The job is done and I don’t have to spend a second longer on this tree,” you proudly declared, expecting some sort of congratulations from the highschooler beneath you. After a long pause, you spoke again, “uh, you can put me down now Josuke.”

“Hm? Oh sorry, I thought we weren’t done yet, since y’know, you’re the star here.” He said, his flirty tone returning with a hint of comedy in it, probably because he couldn’t even take himself seriously in the currenr situation.

You almost choked at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks and you whacked the pompadour that blocked your ability to see his face. “Josuke, that was so cheesy! Just put me down already and help me clean up!”

“Ok, ok, whatever you say lil’ star,” he teased, crouching down to let you jump off his shoulders and giving you a side hug afterwards. “You have to admit though, that was pretty smooth.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him with a smile before pushing him away towards the pile of empty boxes that once hosted the large amount of decorations you used, “yeah sure, whatever you say Casanova, let’s just get to work.”

#kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke x reader #jjba x reader #request #i am not satisfied with the quality of this at all im sorry

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btaffy02 · 4 years

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“Friends”

This is a draco x reader fanfiction. I used she/her pronouns and nothing too “serious” happens. I hope you like it! Sorry for incorrect grammar and also italic writing is your thoughts.

“y/n?” You turn to your right so see draco greeting you. You're kind of caught off guard by how handsome he's gotten. He's a bit taller and his hair sits almost perfectly. “Hey! I see you've lost the hair gel. It took you long enough.” You say. He pulls you in by your right sleeve for a hug. “Haha very funny y/l/n.” Draco has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Your families were always close so you two kind of grew up together. He's always had a special place in your heart but you can never determine if the feeling is romantic or if it's just because you care for him. He pulls out his schedule so you two can compare and see how many classes you have together. He rolls his finger down the papers and counts, “1, 2, 3… I guess thats it. Three classes together. I suppose it better than none.” You nod in agreement. You guys head into the great hall so the first years can get sorted and you can all feast. Of course, you sit beside Draco. He's kind of your anchor. You just follow his lead mainly because you're socially anxious but you also just want to stay out of things. You don't want to be the center of attention.

You've never really been the talkative type ever. You're just average. Your grades are fine, your looks are fine (though you'd never admit it outloud), your parents are still together, you only have a few friends. There's not really anything special about you, but you have something they don't, him. After dinner you say goodnight and head your separate ways.

A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAVE PASSED

As much as you hate to admit it you've found yourself staring at Draco frequently. And for the most part, no ones noticed, until today that is. “Miss y/l/n am i a bore to you?” Professor Snape slams a book shut.

Uh oh.

“Ye- i mean no sir.” You respond in panic. “Oh I am? Well maybe detention will be less boring.”

Ugh youve got to be kidding me. Detention? I'll miss my only free time with Draco.

You frown. Draco snickers in the distance and Snape turns to him. “You too Malfoy.” He continues teaching. Draco smiles at you. You finish the day and go to detention like you were ordered to.

IN DETENTION

Lucky for you detention is pretty relaxed and you're hardly monitored or checked on. You sit down and whip out your herbology homework. It's easily your favorite subject and you're very good at it. It's actually introduced you to Neville Longbottom who has taken a liking to herbology studies. You consider him your friend but you aren't close. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice feet walking up in front of you. You look up from your book to see Draco in his typical black turtleneck. “I know why you have detention.” He says. “Uhm yeah i wasn't paying attention in class.” You say confused.

Oh god did he see me staring at him?

“Yeah right, you were staring at me.” “What? Full of yourself much?” You joke with him.

I didn't think he could see me.

“I mean what's not to love.” He raises his brows. “Omg, in your dreams.” You give him a little shove. “No, but im in yours.” He winks at you and smiles. You both laugh it off. The conversation is innocent but it actually means something to you. You love little flirty jokes and whatnot and no one does it better than Malfoy. The rest of detention is pretty boring and you guys make small talk and he helps you with potions and spells but nothing else really happens. When you're dismissed he walks you to your common room and says goodnight like usual. You're pretty restless because you don't know what to think

Do i have feelings for Draco Malfoy? Do i even have a chance? I mean he knows pretty much everything about me and i know everything about him. I could never tell him how I feel though, I don't want to make things awkward.

You stay up an hour later than usual but decide your thoughts can wait till morning.

WEEKS PASS

It's been weeks since detention and ever since then things have been different. You see a different side of Draco and he's a bit more “friendly” to you. You don't really think much of it and just wait for things to play out.

Most people think Draco is snobby and closed off. I beg to differ. He puts up this like barrier between his feelings and the world so he doesn't seem weak. I blame Lucius for that, I've honestly never liked him. He's a bit strange and expects too much of Draco.

You can 100% say you have feelings for him now. Though it pains you to say it's true. Day by day your feelings have grown stronger and so have his. Or at least you think, you can't really speak for him but he is more flirty than usual and less pissy in general. Tomorrow is October first, it marks 10 years of friendship with Draco.

Yes, I remember the date and everything. Not that he would remember because it probably doesn't mean much to him if he even remembers the day you became friends.

But it doesn't matter because this is something for you to celebrate and keep to yourself. Whether he notices or not you know you will be happy.

OCTOBER 1ST

You wake up to the scent of your roommate's apple cinnamon candle slowly burning.

Today is a good day.

You think to yourself.

Nothing could make this day bad.

Well you were wrong. In all today was not a good day. Nothing super bad happened, it's just little things kept going wrong. You failed a test, you tripped on multiple occasions, and one of your only friends, neville, got sick. You don't come out and say that today has been a bad day because you so desperately wanted it to be a good one. School has finished so you head to your room to chill out for a bit. You grab a notebook and begin a sketch to take your mind off of things. You hear a knock from the door and get up to see who it is. You're a bit shocked to see Draco standing outside your door. “Bloody hell- shhh what are you doing here you could get into trouble.” “I need to talk to you about something.” He says. “Is it that urgent? Im not really in the mood.” You look around to make sure no one sees you two. “Yes it is. Let's go somewhere that I don't have to look behind my shoulder every five seconds.” He grabs your hand and you walk to the stairs to get some privacy.

What's going on? Is he in some sort of trouble or does he just want to gossip? It's probably something to deal with Potter. He absolutely despises him.

“What's wrong?” You're actually a bit worried. “Uhm- nothing. There's something I need to tell- give you.” “All right. What is it?” He's never given you a gift before. Not even on your birthday. He pulls out a small box from his pocket and gives it to you. You smile at him. “Happy friendaversary loser.” He says while he smiles back at you.

He remembered. He actually remembered. I'm so happy I could scream. But he didn't have to give me a gift. I feel bad, maybe i should've gotten him one too i just didn't think he would remember it.

You untie the bow on top of the box and open it. Inside the small box was a bunch of extremely small flowers and a necklace in the middle.

I'm not the type to usually like the whole necklace cliche but for some reason with him it's different. I'm grateful for anything he could give me.

The necklace has one single charm of a serpent with a small diamond flower attached. “Thank you!” You fling into his arms and he wraps his arms around your waist. You're absolutely ecstatic and a bit shocked all at the same time. You were expecting maybe a chocolate of the sorts but not a necklace.

What does this mean?

“Do you like it?” He asks you. “Oh absolutely! It's beautiful, and wicked, and I love it.” He looks a bit nervous but you can see some relief when you answer yes to his question. You stare at the necklace for a bit before you actually pick it up. “Here I'll put it on for you.” He takes the necklace out of your hands. He moves your hair out of the way. His hands are cold, but you find them comforting somehow. He wraps the necklace around you and hooks it into place. “Thanks.” You turn around and smile at him. You're so close you think you can smell his cologne. “Y/n can i confess something?” He looks into your eyes.

Blimey does he feel the same way? I'm nervous, what if he tries to kiss me, am i ready for that? I need to stop freaking myself out. It's not going to help anything.

“Sure, what's on your mind?” He takes his eyes off of you and looks around the room. “I like you.” You're a bit confused on how he means it so you say, “Well i like you too.” He looks a bit annoyed, “No I like you. A lot. I have all school year. I don't know what made me realize it but I did. You're so beautiful and confident-”

I'm really not but I won't interrupt.

“-and you light up every room you walk into. You know me better than anyone and i don't know if this is overwhelming but i just had to say it. I understand if you don't like me back i just-”

Is he serious right now. Of course I like him back. I more than like him.

Before you can even let him finish or gather your thoughts you put your right hand on his face and pull him in by his shirt with your left. He's a bit shocked but then puts his icy hands on your waist. The kiss is good. A long time in the making but good.

Holy Sh*t! Did I seriously just do that? Wow who would've thought I could do that. I never want the kiss to end. I could kiss him a million times again and again.

When your lips finally part he makes a funny face by lifting his eyebrows and widening his eyes. You laugh. “I like you too.” You don't even notice you've been smiling for the past five minutes and you don't think you could stop smiling. “Bloody hell i hope so.” He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles at you. It's one of the few times you've seen him genuinely smile in a really long time. You finally got what you've always wanted, to make him happy.

-thank you for reading <3 sorry it was so short.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #fanfiction

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crazycat-88 · 5 years

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Male Lizardfolk Gulrez x Reader (SFW) Part 1

Here’s the second story in my series Modern Monsters: In The City. It features a lizardfolk who’s design is based on a leopard gecko, and a gender neutral reader.

A huge thank you goes to the amazingly talented @thetravelerwrites for proofreading & editing this piece.

Wordcount:4,727

You came from a small backwater town, populated only by humans, with not a single monster in sight. A fact, which residents there were incredibly proud. Monsters didn’t come to your town; if by chance one ended up there, they never stayed long. Folks made any and all outsiders feel entirely unwelcome, so that it was incredibly difficult for them to live there. Of course, officially it was illegal to discriminate against non-humans, but it certainly didn’t stop the folks in your town.

You felt a bit like an outsider yourself there and the majority of the residents treated you like one too. You’d moved to the town to live with your grandparents when you were eight years old and you’d been far too opinionated, as far as they were concerned. You didn’t agree with their way of thinking, finding them to be incredibly ignorant and small-minded. So when you inherited a flat in the city and a small amount of money from an aunt you never even knew you had, you didn’t even think twice about leaving that town behind to start a new life in the city.

Standing in your new home and taking a good look around, you sigh. Your aunt had left a lot of stuff behind, which would take you weeks to sort. Deciding you didn’t mind too much but weren’t in the mood to start now, you decide to go out and explore the city.

The streets were bustling with both humans and monsters alike, just going about their business taking no notice of one another. You relished in the fact that you now lived in a place that it didn’t matter what species you were. You’re startled out of your musings when the sky suddenly opens up and rain starts pouring. Spotting a tea shop you duck in to get out of the rain.

The door jingles as you enter and closing it softly behind you, you gaze around in wonder. Instead of walls there are bookshelves full of books from ground to ceiling. A spiral staircase stands in the middle of the shop which leads to another level with even more books. Tables and chairs occupy the floor space and towards the end of the shop stands a glass counter filled with a variety of sweet treats and behind it you spot rows upon rows of multiple tea blends.

Serving behind said counter is an avian creature who looks like an owl, wearing a modified smart beige suit which make them look more like a teacher than a server. Approaching the counter you note that they have a heart shaped face and a hooked beak, on which was perched a pair of glasses.

‘‘Good afternoon,’’ he calls. ‘‘What can I get you?’’

‘‘Afternoon,’’ you say, smiling as you eye the shelves. ‘‘There are so many options, I’m not sure which blend to try.’’

‘‘If you like, I could choose one for you and if you don’t like it, you can have another. On the house,’’ he says, head bobbing.

‘‘Alright, sounds good,’’ you reply. ‘‘Thank you.’’

You watch as he turns and takes one of the shelves, hiding it from your view. Waiting for your tea, you turn to gaze around the shop searching for a free table, and your breath catches as you catch sight of a lizardfolk, sitting and reading. They are the cutest thing you have ever seen.

Their face and head is a patchy light yellow and white colour and they are covered in dark brown spots, you trace their pattern with your eyes all the way down to the back of their neck until their shirt obstructs your view. Scanning their chest and arms you see they are lean and fit looking. Your gaze falls to their hands which are a pale white colour, and you spot five sharp looking claws which are delicately cradling the book. Turning your gaze back to their face, you see they have large green eyes with slitted pupils, a snout with two little nose holes, and mouth naturally shaped into smile.

You giggle suddenly when their tongue flicks out, licking their nose. Quickly turning back to the counter, you spot the owl watching you, clicking his beak in what you can only assume to be amusement as he hands you your tea. Flushing with embarrassment you quickly pick up the tea and mutter a quiet thank you.

Finding yourself a table by the wall of books, you choose a book at random and sit yourself down, getting comfortable. You spend your time there reading, sipping at your tea and sneaking peeks at the lizardfolk who is seated a few tables along from you. After twenty minutes of sitting you spy the lizardfolk standing up and note that they are tall, around six foot in height. Catching sight of their tail, which is paler in colour than their head, mostly white with dots of yellow, but with the same spotted pattern, you have to stop yourself from squealing aloud. You hadn’t thought that they could get any cuter!

You watch as he leaves the shop, sending a quick wave to the avian as he goes. Sighing, you go back to reading. An hour and two further cups of tea later, you head home yourself, knowing that there’s work to be done.

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Over the next two weeks you fall into a routine. In between sorting through your aunt's belongings, you visit the tea shop daily. You’ve become friends with the avian, who you’ve since learnt actually owns the tea shop and is named Latham. The lizardman you saw your first day there comes in often and while you continue to steal glances, you haven’t dared to approach him.

As you’re sighing watching as he leaves the shop one day, wagging his tail as he goes, you’re startled when Latham sits down opposite you. You raise your brow in question as he clicks his beak in disapproval at you.

‘‘What’s wrong?’’ You ask.

He scoffs, ‘‘When are you going to ask him out?’’

You flush. ‘‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’

‘‘I’m not daft,’’ he clicks. ‘And you're far too obvious.’’

‘‘I know,’’ you say, groaning and letting your head hit the table briefly before raising it to face him again. ‘‘It’s just… he’s gorgeous. There’s no way he’d be interested in a human,’’ you say, shaking your head.

‘‘You don’t know that for sure,’’ Latham replies, tilting his head in a manner which would be impossible for most other species.

‘‘I know...’’ you sigh. Deciding to turn the tables on him, you ask ‘‘What about you then? When are you going to take your own advice?’’

‘‘What? I… don't know what you mean...’’ He chirps, looking flustered head bobbing like mental.

‘‘I’ve seen the way look at ‘Miss Pretty’ over there,’’ you say, chuckling and nodding in your fellow humans direction.

Turning his head to look where you’ve nodded he suddenly lets out a small chitter, which he cuts off quickly, turning his head back towards you but looking down at the table flustered.

‘‘Thats… different’’ he says quietly, feathers ruffling.

‘‘How is it different?’’ You say, eyeing him.

Clearing his throat, he replies ‘‘I don’t even know if she likes monsters, nevermind a feathered bird like me.’’ Taking a deep breath and clicking his beak, he looks at you with glassy eyes. ‘‘In my experience, humans tend to prefer the monsters with mouths rather than beaks,’’ he mutters sadly.

‘‘You never know if you don’t ask,’’ you reply sympathetically.

‘‘Easier said than done,’’ he says, exhaling a breath and shooting you a pointed look.

You nod, but anything else you might have said is interrupted by the doorbell jingling. Latham gives you a nod and then he dashes back behind the counter. Packing up your things, you start to head off, waving goodbye to Latham as you go. As your approaching the door, you catch sight of Latham’s crush, eyeing the avian, with a soft smile on her face. With a smirk, you set off for home.

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A few days later, as your going through your bills and outgoings, you realise that you’re quickly running out of money. Your aunt had only left you a small amount, and while you loved living in the city, it certainly wasn’t cheap. You needed to get a job.

You spend your day searching for jobs and you apply for all you find suitable. Though one in particular has specifically caught your attention. A bar and restaurant called The Bears Den is advertising for waiting/bar staff, claiming to be a popular hot spot for both monsters and humans, they require people with experience in the industry, excellent customer service skills and a warm and friendly attitude.

It sounded like the perfect fit for you. You had experience in the service industry, and while you had found it boring back in your hometown, you imagine it would be much more fun with a more varied clientele. You thought your customer services were up to par and you had an excellent attitude. You really hoped you’d hear back from that one; a job in a bar and restaurant would be the ideal place to meet new people and hopefully make new friends. Apart from Latham, you didn’t know anyone else in the city and you were starting to feel a little isolated.

You’re happily surprised when the manager of The Bears Den calls you the very next day asking if your available, and agreeable to a preliminary telephone interview. Happily agreeing, you answer all his questions to the best of your ability. It goes well and he asks you to come in for an interview with the owner in the morning, hanging up the phone with a squeal you go raid your wardrobe for suitable clothes.

Standing outside The Bears Den the following morning, ten minutes early, you take a moment to inspect the building. It is painted black with name painted in gold lettering. It looks smart but not fancy. The building itself takes up half the street it’s so big, and the doors are high and wide. You find them locked when you try to open them, knocking instead, they are shortly opened by an avian creature.

Introducing yourself, he nods and welcomes you inside. He introduces himself as Daemyn, the manager, and offers you a seat asking you to wait while he checks if the owner is ready for you. Nodding politely with a smile, you watch him until he’s left through a door beside the bar, then gaze around taking in your surroundings. It's even larger inside than what it looks from the outside, with more than half the space taken up by seating. As well as a bar, there’s a stage and small dance floor. A couple of pool tables sit in one corner and you spot large glass doors at the back which look like they lead to an outside area.

Daemyn returns after five minutes and asks you to follow him to the office. Nervously wiping your palms down your trousers, you get up to follow, working on controlling your breathing. Passing through the staff room, you note that it looks meticulously clean and tidy. Your soon at the office door and Daemyn gives one sharp knock, slides open the door and beckons you in. As you do, he slides the door closed softly behind you.

Your gaze immediately lands on the man who’s rising up from behind his desk, standing to an impressive height of around six and a half foot. He looks somewhere between forty and forty-five, with salt and pepper hair and evening stubble. What really strikes you about him though is his width, he has broad shoulders and big arms, and as he shakes your hand you see that his hand engulfs your own. He introduces himself as Bernard and gruffly tells you to take a seat.

You manage to get through the typical interview questions with a smile on your face, and you think it has gone well but Bernard gives nothing away. He then goes on to tell you opening hours, service hours, what your shifts hours would be, asks if you would be willing to work shifts behind the bar if necessary and so on. Combing through your resume again, he suddenly shoots you an intense look.

‘‘You’re from East Oaks?’’ he asks, practically growling.

Cringing, you nod, adding, ‘‘Not originally, I had to move there as a child to live with my grandparents.’’

‘‘You are aware this is a popular establishment for monsters, aren’t you? In fact, most of my employees are monster folk too… This won’t be a problem for you, will it?’’ He says, literally growling.

‘‘Of course not,’’ you reply, shaking your head. God, he’s intimidating, you thought to yourself.

Sitting back in back in his chair with a sigh, still staring intensely, he huffs ‘’When can you start?’’

‘‘Wait, you mean.. I have the job?’’ You ask, shocked.

‘‘Month’s trial, like everyone else,’’ he replies.

You nod, smiling. ‘‘I can start immediately, thank you so much…’’

‘‘Welcome to the team, and don’t disappoint me’’ he says gruffly, pointing to you with a glare.

Promising him that you won't, he escorts you out. Relieved that you have gotten a job, and the job you wanted, you walk home with a big smile on your face.

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A week into your new job and you couldn’t be any happier. You’ve met just about all the staff, bar two who are off for personal reasons, and you’ve just about learned all their names. Bernard wasn’t lying when he said a lot of his employees were monster folk, there's only three other humans, the rest are a very varied mix of monster folk. All of them are lovely and welcoming, some more so than others, and you’ve already struck up a couple of friendships.

The ambiance at work is fantastic as well, your really happy to come into work and often it feels like you aren’t even at work. While you might still find the boss scary and intimidating, he’s well liked by all the staff. As long as everyone’s doing their jobs to the best of their abilities, he’s very laid back, allowing the staff to fool around and have a natter during the quieter periods. According to Ayaan, a great big white tiger Rakshasa who’s one of the more chatty bartenders, Bernard likes to act like a grizzly bear but he’s really more of a cuddly teddy.

The following week flies by just as fast. Spending your lunches at Latham’s tea shop and working in the evenings, you were pretty content. You had made lots of new and interesting friends, had a great job and your new home was looking the way you wanted. Overall you were feeling a lot more confident, but still not confident enough to take Latham’s advice to ask out that lizardman. Not that you could if you had wanted to, he hadn't been into the tea shop for two weeks...

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You were laughing, Nathifa a gnoll and a fellow server, was hilariously funny. She also just happened to come in to work with her wrist in a cast that evening. It wasn’t funny that she had broken it, but the story of how she had broken it was. Hearing it, you couldn’t help but break down in laughter, tears falling down your face. Hearing Ayaan behind you asking what the two of you are cackling about, you turn to answer, only to stop in shock.

Oh shit!

Standing beside Ayaan is the lizardman from the tea shop and he’s looking at you in shock. Both Ayaan and Nathifa are watching you both with looks of confusion.

‘‘I know you!’’ He says with a grin, recovering first.

You feel like your tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, heart beating fast, you can do nothing but nod in agreement.

‘‘Ooh, tell us the juicy details,’’ Nathifa cackles.

Laughing, he replies ‘‘No juicy details, we just seem to really like the same tea shop.’’

‘‘Tea shop? Seriously? Can you guys get any more boring?’’ Ayaan laughs, shaking his head and walking off to attend the bar.

You watch as Nathifa turns to follow him, heading to set the tables, muttering under her breath. Facing the lizardman again, you note that today he’s wearing a green shirt that matches eyes and jeans. Managing to introduce yourself, you offer him a hand to shake. As he takes it you note his hand feels smooth and cool to the touch.

‘‘I’m Gulrez, nice to officially meet you,’’ he grins, and you watch as his tail arches and starts wagging.

‘‘Yeah.. yo-you too,’’ you stutter, staring at his tail in fascination. ‘‘I should… uh… get back to work.’’

Feeling like a complete idiot, you turn and practically run into the kitchen, hearing him mumble something about speaking to you later, you shake your head in despair. Crap! Why couldn’t you just talk to him. You had no problem speaking to anyone else in this place. And why of all places did he have to work here, you think to yourself groaning.

You avoid the bar for the rest of the night, but you find yourself looking his way often, most of the time he’s busy serving customers or chatting to Ayaan, but occasionally you see him watching you with a puzzled frown. You don’t hang around when your shift finishes that night and head home feeling a bit miserable. Your really glad you have the following day off, and you hope the time and space away will be enough to regain your composure and not act like a fool around him.

You go to Latham’s tea shop the next day for lunch as usual, only realising when you're standing outside the shop that it’s possible you might see Gulrez there. Briefly you consider turning right back around, but then realise how foolish your being. Taking a breath, you enter, hearing the familiar jingle of the doorbell. Looking around you exhale a breath seeing that he isn’t here. Shaking you head at your own foolishness, you go order a tea and make conversation with Latham. Plonking yourself down in a chair, you grab a book, and start reading.

You’re startled when someone pulls out the chair opposite yours and sits themselves down. Looking up with a frown, you’re surprised to see Gulrez sitting there looking nervous.

‘‘Hey,’’ he says quietly, swallowing.

‘‘Hi,’’ you exhale, nervously.

‘‘What’s that your reading?’’ He asks, nodding to the book in your hands.

You’ve forgotten. Looking down you check the title, you then show it to him to see.

‘‘Is it any good?’’

You nod absently. Gulrez’s voice is low and deep and it’s having an interesting effect on your body, making it hard for your brain to function.

Sighing, he asks, ‘‘Look… did I do something to offend you or something?’’

‘‘What?’’ You reply, looking at him shocked. ‘‘Of course not.’’

‘‘Are you sure? Because you’ve barely said two words to me and Ayaan told me last night you were acting really odd.’’

Inhaling deeply, you reply, ‘‘Yes, I’m sure.’’

‘‘Okay… So what's wrong then?... Is it the way I look? You’re not… scared of me, are you?’’ He asks, looking startled as if that thought had just occurred to him.

‘’What? No, of course not! Why would you ever think that?’’ You say incredulously.

Exhaling, he explains, ‘‘I thought that maybe you had seen me in here watching you, and then suddenly showing up at work last night… I just realized that could come across creepy…’’

Shaking your head smiling, you start to reply when you register what he had said. ‘‘Wait, you were watching me? In here?’’ You ask, shocked.

‘‘Yeah… You’re telling me you never noticed?’’ He asks dubiously.

‘‘No! Never…’’ you reply, shaking your head honestly. You cannot believe it. All that time, stealing glances at him, and he was doing the same? ‘‘Why? Why were you watching me?’’

‘‘Oh… Well, I uh… just, I thought you were beautiful. Are beautiful!’’ He says stuttering, hitting his palm off his head. ‘Ugh.. I’m such an idiot.’’

Giggling, you shake your head. ‘If you’re an idiot then I must be one, too,’’ you say. Taking a deep breath you tell him that you would often watch him when he came in to the shop.

‘‘Really? You’d watch me?’’ He asks, shaking his head in disbelief.

‘‘Yes.’’ You nod shyly, unable to meet his eyes. ‘‘I thought you were really cute the first time I saw you in here. I’ve been wanting to approach you for awhile but… couldn’t seem to find the courage.’’

Playing with your fingers, you meet his eye and watch as Gulrez grins widely, showing off his row of many sharp white teeth. ‘‘You think I’m cute?’’ He chirrups.

Biting your lip, flushing, you nod.

Chuckling, he replies, ‘‘I’m glad. I wanted to ask you out the first time I saw you, but I wasn’t sure how to go about it.’’ Shaking his head, he pauses to take a deep breath, and continues. ‘‘I’ve never… approached a human before. At first I was just worried you wouldn’t be interested in dating a monster, and then I thought that you and Latham might be… dating, I guess.’’

Laughingly, you shake your head. ‘‘No. We are definitely just friends,’’ you say, looking over at the avian. You see he’s standing, eyes glazed, staring at the human girl that he doesn’t have the courage to approach. You look back to Gulrez. ‘‘I found this place as soon as I moved the city and fell in love with it. Coming in everyday, we would talk all the time and he became a good friend.’’ You smile fondly.

‘‘I understand how you feel,’’ he smiles, looking around the shop. ‘‘This place is a bibliophile’s heaven.’’

‘‘It is that, and a tea lover’s,’’ You say, grinning.

Chuckling with a nod, he asks, ‘So, what brought you to the city?’’

You explain to him about your awful hometown, how an aunt you never knew you had, had left you a flat in the city in her will, letting you escape that place without having to worry about how you would be able to afford moving. You tell him that you’ve since discovered from your aunt’s journals that she had been disowned by her parents, your grandparents, for falling in love with an orc and that they had run off to the city to live happily in peace far away from the bad memories of that place.

He listens attentively as you tell him all this, shaking his head when appropriate, and when you explain to him that you feel upset that you never got to meet her because of your grandparents prejudice and bigotry, he clasps your hand in his own and rubs his thumb claw gently in circles around your palm.

Shaking your head to expel your sad thoughts, you smile and ask him about himself. He tells you that he’s always lived in the city, that he’s worked part time at The Bears Den for three years, as a side job while he studies medicine. You frown and squeeze his hand in sympathy when he divulges that his father died in an accident shortly after he was born, leaving his mother to raise him and three sisters.

Suddenly laughing, he says, ‘‘Being the only boy in the house was interesting, and I was the smallest, so my sisters never let me get away with anything.’’

‘‘Do all your mum and sisters still live in the city?’’ You ask smiling questionly.

‘‘No, only Berezira still lives in the city, she’s a dental nurse. Damsa got married last year and moved to her partner’s home town and Kaamisha... Well, she’s a traveling photographer so she doesn’t really live anywhere. My mother met another lizardfolk a couple of years ago and they decided to retire, moving to a small town down south.’’

Glancing at his watch, he suddenly exclaimed, ‘‘I need to go! I’ve got to get to class, but… will you meet me tonight? We can go see a movie or something?’’

‘‘Yeah, that sounds good,’’ you reply.

After making the arrangements for later, he dashes off with a wave and you watch as he leaves, wagging his tail as he goes. Giggling, you start gathering your things to leave yourself, when you catch Latham’s eye. Clicking his beak in curiosity, he beckons you over.

You spend some time chatting to Latham, explaining the circumstances which ultimately lead to your first date with Gulrez. He congratulates you, chirping in amusement at your excitement. Saying goodbye, he tells you to have fun, and you head home.

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You spend the rest of your day feeling restless and unable to sit still. You’ve tidied your flat, just in case Gulrez ends up back at yours, showered and prepared dinner. Time seems to drag until it’s suddenly time to leave to get to the cinema and your rushing out the door.

As your approaching the cinema you see Gulrez standing outside waiting. He looks good you think, swallowing with difficulty. He turns to see you and smiling widely, his tail arches and starts wagging. That has to be a sign of happiness, you think elatedly.

‘‘Hey,’’ he says as you reach him.

‘‘Hi,’’ you smile stupidly.

‘’Shall we go in?’’ He asks.

You end up watching some action flick, but if in any one asked you after to explain the plot, you wouldn’t have been able to. You spend most of the night glancing towards Gulrez and studying his features. You would feel embarrassed, but you often catch him doing the same. Sitting with your arm resting against his, you can feel the bumpy ridges of his skin, and it takes every bit of your willpower not to turn around in your seat and explore that skin with your hands.

Once the movies done, he walks you home, tentatively taking your hands in his. You smile at him and the two of you make light conversation. Outside your door, he raises your hand and rubs his snout across the back of it, in what you assume must be a lizard folks version of a kiss.

‘‘I’d like to take you out again soon. I’m in class all day tomorrow and working in the evening but I’m free the day after… if you want to go out with me again?’’ He asks shyly, still holding your hand.

‘‘I’d like that.’’ You say nodding. ‘‘I’m working all week in the evenings, but my days are free.’’

‘‘Oh yeah, I forgot, I’ll get to see you at work,’’ he says, laughing.

A dreadful thought occurs to then and you have to ask. ‘‘Is it okay for us to date? Like... there’s not a work rule that says employees can’t, is there?’’ You say, frowning in alarm. You really liked Gulrez but you also really liked your job. You hoped you didn’t have to choose one over the other.

‘‘No,’’ he says, chuckling. ‘‘Bernard would never make such a rule... It would be grossly unfair to some of the non-humans who work there.’’

‘‘What do you mean?’’

‘‘Well… take werewolves for example, they often know their mates when they find them, sometimes recognising them on sight. And if they happen to find their mate in the workplace, no silly rule is going to stop them from claiming them,’’ He replies, shaking his head.

‘’Right. I never thought of that…’’

‘‘As long as we don’t let this…’’ he points between the two of you, ‘‘effect our work then the boss doesn’t care what we do in our free time.’’

‘‘Right… well, that's good,’’ you say smiling.

Nodding, and with a grin he squeezes your hand, ‘‘I’ll see you tomorrow then…’’

‘‘Goodnight,’’ you say softly, and before you lose your nerve, stretch up and kiss his snout. Turning quickly, you unlock your door, and hearing him mumble goodnight you glance his way seeing that he looks dazed. Giving a shy wave, you enter your home and close the door. Leaning back against the door, you touch your hand to your heart and feel it beating fast, you grin happily and head to bed.

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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Chapter 9

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jimin x reader, Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader eventual Ot7 x reader in later chapters

Genre: fluff, angst, smut in previous and later chapters

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Warnings: Sad Jungkook and Jimin (Thats a warning because no one wants to ever see these bbys hurting and the author is v sorry.) , A small brawl between members

Word Count: 2.4k

Jungkook stood in the doorway of the small cave room. “Found you…” He muttered.

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You felt like you wanted to throw up. How did he even find you here? Not that it was your biggest concern at the moment…

Jimin had a terrified expression on his face as he stood up to try and explain, “Jungkook I-” he started but stopped when Taehyung also entered the room. Even though Jungkook was in most every way the victim of this situation, Taehyung had always scared Jimin more, and for good reason.

Jungkook just shook his head, a heartbreakingly hurt expression on his face, and stumbled out of the cave room slowly.

Taehyung took a moment to scan the room, inspecting the situation in front of him. You were scurrying to re-dress yourself when it clicked in his mind what was happening here. Taehyung was filled with rage. In a flash he ran over to the cat hybrid and had him pinned against the wall. “What the fuck did you do?” he growled.

“Nothing she didn’t want me to” Jimin said with a confident smirk, trying to hide his fear and at the same time assure Taehyung that it was all with permission.

Taehyung still wasn’t pleased with this answer. He cocked an arm back and punched Jimin in the face.

Jimin’s health bar took a small hit at this action.

“Tae don’t” you shouted at him.

Taehyung simply scoffed and shot a glare your way before storming out of the room.

Jimin tried to go over to you for some comfort after being hurt, but you stood and took a few steps back from him.

“I really fucked up Jimin.” you started to sob and shake your head, putting your hands out to tell him not to come any closer to you.

He hung his head and remained silent.

“I have to go” you spoke quickly and rushed out of the room to go find Jungkook.

When you left the small room to enter the bigger room in the cave, you saw that Jungkook and Taehyung were face to face with Namjoon and Jin by the fire. Aggressive stances and looks being exchanged by each duo.

“You’re not taking her back!” Jin shouted putting up his fists

“That's debatable” Taehyung hissed out, now mirroring Jin’s actions.

“Wait” Namjoon spoke with his face full of confusion. “Holy shit! Jungkook!” he exclaimed

“Oh my god... Namjoon is that you?” Jungkook gasped now looking the fire fairy over “Dude, what the hell” he yelled.

At that moment you had gotten close enough for your presence to be noticed

“Do you guys know each other?” You asked, though it seemed to have an obvious answer as they had used each other's real names.

Jungkook didn’t look at you or acknowledge that you’d spoke. But Namjoon returned your gaze at them and answered.

“Yeah, we work together actually”

What an odd coincidence you thought. They probably felt the same. The tension in the room toward each other had gone down significantly at their revelations.

“So do we still have a problem here?” Taehyung questioned. “You guys know each other so we are good here right? Y/N comes with us” he moved towards you grabbing your arm and pulling you close to him.

Namjoon hesitated. “I-I’m not sure…” he mumbled. He smacked a hand to his head “I should’ve realized that it was someone I’d know...dammit. Your game strategies so far have been so skilled, only another game maker would’ve been smart enough to know to snatch up a water fairy at the beginning like that knowing what kind of stats and abilities she had.”

Wait...what? You stared at Jungkook in shock, he still avoided your gaze. “Game...maker?”

Taehyung nodded since Jungkook obviously wasn’t about to acknowledge your existence any time soon. “Jungkookie here is a game designer, he played a big part in the creation of this very game we all stand in now” he extended his arm waving it across the room, “And apparently you too... Namjoon was it?” he turned his face to the fire fairy.

Namjoon nodded “Yeah we were in charge of creating the types of spells, skill points and at times the types of quests and rewards for the mission that would be put into the menu screen. We also got to beta test the game about 2 months ago, so we’ve had a lot of experience already. There were about 20 of us that got to do that. They are all probably here too. But, Jungkook and I are the ones that got furthest in the game” He laughed “Most were better at creating rather than playing”

Jungkook stared down to the ground. This wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted you to find this out. He hadn’t wanted to tell you at all, thinking you might blame him for helping create this horror. He felt guilty about it every day since you’d all been trapped here. Yet, at the same time, what did it matter now anyways.

He had traveled at top speed going off tips from other players who had overheard a party talk about needing a water fairy so they could try and raid the dragon cave in Niflheim. When he saw the cave with light from a fire shining from its mouth, he’d hoped he’d find you there.

When he arrived he’d snuck in using his skills in illusion and sneaking to remain undetected. He expected to find you tied up, or worse. Now out of anger part of him felt the worse he expected may have been better than the worse he’d found. He walked in just in time to see you cumming on Jimin’s fingers. The man that this whole time Jungkook had thought was torturing you, holding you captive. He had expected to see you cry out in relief at seeing him when he arrived to rescue you. But you didn’t need rescuing, you were having a great time.

He was so hurt, and embarrassed that he had assumed he meant anything to you. He obviously didn’t, if he did you wouldn’t have been in such an erotic position with another man. A position that he had pictured himself in with you many times. He was angry at you, and angry at himself for being so fooled. When you had kissed him at the inn, he felt like it meant something, and that you felt the same.

His feelings for you weren’t gone even now, but he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to face you again without seeing that scene play in his head that he’d just walked in on. The pain in his stomach was unbearable. And on top of all that now you were probably going to hate him for being one of the game makers. Not that he wasn’t assuming you might already hate him, because how could anyone who cares about someone do something as cold as what you’d just done.

“Jungkook did you hear Namjoon?” Taehyung was staring right at him.

Jungkook had been so lost in thought he’d zoned out from the conversation that was still going on between the other three men around the fire.

“Uh...no actually I’m sorry” he shook his head.

“I said we were such good teammates in the beta version of the game, so it seems like the best solution here is to just join our parties right? Then we both get the water fairy and two great minds” He grinned as he repeated suggested a second time.

“I don’t excuse you for stealing her in the first place, we weren’t just using her like you guys were. Her name isn’t water fairy, its y/n and she’s our friend” Taehyung said narrowing his eyes at the two men “but this does sound like a smart plan don’t you think Jungkook?” he turned to him.

Jungkook simply nodded. They were right, it wasn’t a bad idea, Namjoon and him had dominated in the beta test of the game, making it many floors higher than anyone else had with just the two of them. Yet still he was not too pleased with the idea of having to stay in the same party as Jimin. He was hoping that if he took you back, if he was able to force you away from Jimin that maybe you’d find yourself having regrets and if you ever did in the first place maybe you’d develop some feelings for him again, maybe he could win you back.

Little did he know you were already filled with regrets, you had been instantly even before seeing Jungkook standing there in witness to your crimes against him. You felt like the world's biggest idiot. How could you do something this horrible to the man you loved. Loved?

Jimin had said that he knew you loved Jungkook, and when he said that you hadn’t thought of it as love. But back in that small room when you had snapped out of the haze of your lustful mess you had created you had realized that yes, it was love, you loved Jungkook and you had just made a horrible mistake. From here out you were going to do everything you could to make it up to him. If he’d ever even want to talk to you again.

“The water fairy agrees I suppose, if I’m allowed a say” you joked hoping to break some of the remaining tension that still was lingering in the room.

Jungkook nodded again and sent a request to Namjoon to merge the parties.

As he did Jimin had wandered out into the room to stand near his brothers.

“That one needs to watch himself” Taehyung growled pointing at Jimin. “If you still want him alive he’s really gotta learn to keep his hands to himself”

You gasped softly at how aggressive that comment was. Jimin shyly went and cowered behind Jin.

Namjoon looked shocked as well “Let’s keep the talk of friendly fire out of this party for everyone's sake huh? We’re all on the same side now, so I’m going to suggest we put whatever grudges we are holding in the past” He said sternly “But, yeah he’ll be good” He added and turned to Jimin with an authoritative look. Jimin nodded quickly.

Things seemed to calm down and everyone sat down around the fire. Taehyung and Jin actually seemed to be hitting it off, sitting down together, each staring at the other’s screen as they compared stats and items that they had found. They even traded a couple items they had seen that they admired. Namjoon and Jungkook discussed strategy and things related to what they had done in the beta version of the game.

“Did you notice how much they hiked up the price on the Inn? That was bullshit” Namjoon scoffed.

Jimin sat silently as far away from you as he could. Occasionally he would try and meet your gaze trying to flash an apologetic look your way. You would only glare and quickly turn your attention away, looking at Jungkook and trying to listen in to him and Namjoon, as if to show Jimin who you really had your heart leaning towards. It wasn’t completely Jimin’s fault in the moment you had wanted it just as much. You couldn’t help but be reminded of your weakness and failure to control yourself every time you looked at him.

He was hurt as well. He didn’t mean to make you betray the one you loved. He just couldn’t help himself, he was so infatuated with you, and you were there, so close and comforting him. When he’d first joined your party back in the woods that second day, he’d started out just flirting with you for fun and for the sake of trying to charm you into leaving your party. It didn’t take long for him to realize Jungkook was who you had your eyes on.

You always looked at Jungkook with such a sweet expression that he could only have dreamed would be turned toward him one day. He wasn’t exactly sure when his fake feelings for you had turned real, but when they did it was more than he’d ever felt for anyone before in his life. He loved you so much, and he’d had you, underneath him, moaning his name so gracefully and beautifully, it was pure bliss. But, now he feared you’d never speak to him again, he was only the man that had caused you to be disloyal to Jungkook.

Once the conversations had started to die down and everyone was falling into their sleep, you decided to approach Jungkook. He was still awake sitting with his knees pulled into his chest poking the fire with a stick. A frown planted on his face as he was lost in a deep thought.

You moved to sit close to him, hoping he wouldn’t get up and move away. To your relief he didn’t.

“Hey” you breathed out softly.

He didn’t respond, still staring into the fire.

“Jungkook I’m sorry…” You started. “I promise that meant nothing to me. We had just gone through something terrifying and I was weak and...I’m sorry I shouldn’t be trying to make excuses. I fucked up. I really fucked up and I know it. I knew it instantly before I even saw you there” you started to feel your eyes fill with tears.

“Okay.” He said without emotion.

“Jungkook…” you were saddened by his lack of words. You wanted him to scream at you, to tell you how stupid you were. You’d even be okay with him saying how much he hated you. Anything but this quietness. He was hurt, he was more hurt than he was angry and it was killing you inside to know that you were the one who had made him feel this way.

“I wish I could take it back” you whispered.

“Yeah, me too” he softly replied, you could see him start to tear up himself. He covered his face with an arm. “Please just let me be y/n. I can’t right now okay. We’ll talk more tomorrow”

You hoped he was telling the truth. Because tomorrow you were going to tell him you loved him. You’d tell him tomorrow and the next day, and every day until he finally was able to forgive you, if that was possible. You had to try.

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts x you #jin x reader #bts imagines #namjoon x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #bts reactions #bts au #ot7 x reader #ot7 x you #ot7 au

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mysmedrabbles · 5 years

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Broken - [Yoongi x BPD!Reader]

requested: by @edgythiccboi (request is pictured above)

a/n: long overdue and with about the most rough drafts ive ever written for something, its finally here! i hope you enjoy and it takes your mind off of some of the hurt from your past and present. know that the whole of the bpd/ptsd community knows what you're going through and supports you (even though we're all just a bunch of bamboozled and 3dgy kids)

warnings: quite realistic description of a bpd episode, tiny self harm mention, some splitting, self deprecation (it ends in fluff i promise)

-ghost mod alex

-hollowed lungs took struggling breaths in the condensed room, steam and water droplets covering every surface like a disease, a disease from which you could not get away from. you sat on the edge of the bathtub, wheezing into seemingly nothing, chest heaving as you strained against invisible bonds, tying you to the tub, restraining you in your own mind, a prisoner of war against your past.

-a familiar pounding in your head clouded your thoughts, and you could feel yourself spiraling through various personas, each personality you'd tailored for everyone in your life; it hurt too much, it felt like you were being pulled in a hundred different directions.

-who were you today? the bubbly friendly girl in the back of the class? the dark, almost suspiciously angry person, hiding in the shadows? maybe just a quick witted friend, always there with a funny rebuttal, making everyone laugh but yourself. what was the point of "being yourself," and "living life," when you didn't even know who that person was? that person you could have grown into died that day, the day,,, the day it happened.

-you'd been lucky enough to have survived, to live to today, but what was the point of it all really?

-you stared at your shaking hands, and for a second you see blood, draining you of your life as all you can do is sit there and watch; but you blink and its gone, only a thin white line serving as a memory.

-you'd promised him you'd never hurt yourself again, and a part of you knew that you should call to him, for he was only in the other room, no doubt writing another extraordinary song. he was always so smart, so sure of himself and an absolute genius. it wasn't an exaggeration when people complimented him on his music, it came naturally to him, he had a passion and he pursued it.

-unlike you.

-who were you but a stain on his life? he'd be better off without you anyway.

-a wave of rage came over you, and all you could see was red, red red red. How dare he not notice how in pain you were, not be here to comfort you and take care? Did he not care? was it all just a joke to him? did he even...did he even love you?

-you felt yourself spiraling further, physically bending over to the point of pain, the muscles in your lower back stretched from the lack of support. tears had started to pool in your open hands, and staring at them blankly you were only vaguely aware of choked sobs reaching out the doorway, small whimpers mixed in with cries as you tried to feel anything beside the pain.

-a small knock distracts you, cautious and questioning, and you know immediately that its yoongi. yoongi your sweet angel, the one who always made you laugh when you were feeling down, played card games with you when you needed a distraction, sung to you when you couldn't sleep, kissed your tears away no matter how many times they fell. you didn't say anything, rather let him open the door himself to see you sitting there hunched over, looking up at him with puffy eyes.

-he assessed the damage first, scanning the bathroom for anything sharp, any blood or a wad of suspiciously thick toilet paper shoved forcibly into the trash can. upon seeing nothing of the sort his eyes soften, seeing you in your fragile state. he never thought anything less of you, in fact he always thought you were so brave to be alive, to still be fighting after all you'd been through. you were a pair of survivors, people who bonded not only over trivial things like favourite band and your shared humor, but the experiences the two of you had gone through added an extra layer of understanding to the relationship.

-he sits next to you quietly, letting you take a breath before speaking, his voice softer than usual, and yet still with edges of his usual roughness, but he's kind. He looks at you, and you can tell it's taking him all of his energy to not to reach to your face, wiping away your tears and holding you in a tight embrace. he knew the drill, and his main priority was your comfort.

- "can I hug you?"

-it's a small thing, but it's enough to bring you back to tears as you nod shyly, too afraid to speak. you close your eyes and you can feel his arms wrap around you, holding you securely close to his chest, steady rhythm of his heart beating against your own chest like a metronome. steady, present, there. he's whispering tiny comforts to you, affirmations of his love and your worth, that everything was going to be okay. you lean into his touch, closing your eyes hesitantly as your head falls on his shoulder, hiding in the crook of his neck.

-he smells fresh, faint smell of laundry detergent intermingled with his pine shampoo, and something else; he smells like home, the smooth cotton of his plain black shirt on his thin frame under your fingers just adding to the notion of comfort, and your own sobs cant help but die down, calming under his soothing presence. you start registering his voice, his hand tracing soothing circles on your upper back.

- "it's okay," you hear him say, "you're going to be okay. it's over now baby, nothing can hurt you.. i love you so much... i wont let anything bad happen to you.. it's okay... you're going to be okay..."

-his voice drills a hole in your chest, striking a cord and unable to get it out as you struggle to catch your breath. He pulls away, making sure you see where his hands are clearly before cupping your cheeks, stroking away any stray tears. he examines your face soundlessly, giving you a chance to speak if you so choose. you study him right back; he looks tired, like he hadn't slept in a while, soft hair a very definitely natural shade of silver. He saw you revisiting the dark circles under his eyes with your own, and as if reading your thoughts he replies, "work has been a bit long, nothing else princess."

-you open your mouth to make a counterclaim, but he cuts you off gently, "I promise," he says, and yet you struggle to believe him.

-a small pause settles over the two of you, and you could see his sincerity in his words, mirrored by the gaze that falls upon you. sweet kind yoongi with his easily irritable self and cutting humor, his stoic side and his adorable smile which you swear could light rooms.

-did you really deserve him? how could someone as amazing as him be in love with someone like you? Even as you began to speak, you could already feel the guilt washing over you, shame at the notion of manipulation as you asked,

-“Why do you love me?”

-yoongi smiles, just the tiniest bit as he pulls you closer to him, kissing your forehead, taking your hand in his before responding, “why do i love you? ah well thats a complicated question with too many answers,” he looks at you, hoping to notice a change in your expression, but seeing no results he presses on, “I love you because you’re you, because you get up every morning and face the world even though its told you repeatedly to stand down,” he brushes a stray hair behind your ear as he goes on, carefully as to not set you off in some way, “I love you because even though you’re characterized by a mental illness thats seen as horrible and dark you constantly show up with your brightest smile and kindness in hand, and theres never been a day where being by your side hasn’t been a gift. I love you because of the way you’re attentive, how kind you are to complete strangers, your smile when you think no ones looking. the way you doodle in the corners of my lyrics sheet and fall asleep next to me at the studio when im up late working.”

-he shifts, fully facing you, tilting your chin up so you’re looking him directly in the eyes, piercing into your soul, trying to bring back any piece of hope you have to the surface, “I love you because theres that insatiable force pulling us together,” he playfully tugs on your arm, earning a teary chuckle from you as you look away, feeling the tears start up again. damn him and his talent with words.

-he’s just saying that because you asked him that

-your brain, a genius

-guilt courses through you at his words, a stab to the heart marred by the sweet tone of lies. this was manipulation. great. you’d manipulated your way to validation was an excellent girlfriend you were, truly inspiring. You feel the headache start up again, but yoongi catches you, placing his hands firmly where your shoulders connect to your neck, seriousness overcoming him as he cuts off your thoughts, sword at the ready, “I’m a logical person y/n, you know this, you say this to me all the time, and I wouldn’t have said any of this if it weren't true.”

-he searches your expression for anything, a twitch or a change, and is surprised to have you curl up in his arms, burying your face in his chest as you breathe for seemingly the first time since the conversation started, letting a full sigh as you try to clear your head, willing to pay anything to just believe his words. yoongi pulls away, hand running softly through your hair as he admires you. he slowly leans in for a small kiss, not passionate, leading to nothing, but just a kiss to let you know he’s there, and he’s not going anywhere and for now, just knowing he’s here is enough

-after what seems like forever of him holding you, the rim of the tub digging into your thighs, he presses a gentle kiss on your temple, intertwining your fingers with his before he stands up, extending his free arm to help you up. “come on princess, lets go to sleep,” is all he says.

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Scales, Fins, and other Fishy Daydreams

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43151156

Chapter 3/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 1553

Chapter Summary: Baz takes Simon's shitpost text a step further, and the outcome ends up spreading a few rumors.

SIMON

bi-sammy: sammy would still fuck huxley if he looked like the fish from shape of water

I grin smugly at my screen, sitting in a dark room with nothing shining but my mobile. The shutters stay shut, and the light from the bottom of the doorway barely filters into the room. It’s just me, this scratchy blanket, and Baz, somewhere else in England on another screen. I absolutely adore that.

gaystrell: why would you say something so controversial yet so brave.jpg

Sometimes, I catch myself smiling. Other times, I elect to ignore how real it feels. It’s weird, given that it feels like I’m just chatting with someone who I see everyday. The casualness of this reminds me of texting Penny in the afternoon on a Thursday.

Except, given the current time, it could be interpreted as more intimate than that of a friend’s text.

8am on a Saturday is usually a time reserved for comfort. For staying warm with someone you care about. Instead, I’m just messaging Baz.

bi-sammy: because im right

bi-sammy: hear me out here ive got a brilliant idea

gaystrell: whoever taught you the definition of a brilliant idea was clearly misleading you

bi-sammy: dont be an arse until youve heard it

bi-sammy: wanker

gaystrell: you’re truly proving your point

bi-sammy: ANYWAY

bi-sammy: shape of water au

bi-sammy: thats all

gaystrell: i’m appalled.

gaystrell: hold on.

I don’t think much of it. Occasionally, he disappears for an hour to two. I don’t bother asking, assuming it’s none of my business, but I do tend to worry a bit. I hope he’s alright.

After clicking off my phone, my head settles against my pillow as my eyes fall shut.

There’s something about this. There’s something about him. It’s a bit hard to pinpoint what it is, but the overwhelming feeling of comfort I have in the notifications I get from him just answering my bullshit is incredibly welcomed. He’s semisweet. I don’t know why I didn’t see it earlier, but he’s a fantastically bitter person.

My head slowly turns over, eyes opening and straining in the darkness.

I hate my empty room.

I hate the absence of comfort--I hate the plainness of these walls.

I want to say I hate my foster dad, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to say that. Not because the system will take me again and throw me back (even though I could have left a year back, if I was still in it). Instead, I feel like I shouldn’t hate him. Theoretically, I should be thankful for what I have. I’m not in a boy’s home, and I haven’t been since I was 11, but the remnants remain. The fights don’t go away, and neither do the weeks of starvation.

Still, I sort of despise living here under Davy.

That’s what he makes me call him. His name. His nickname. Not dad; of course not dad. He’s had me in his care for roughly six years, but he’s still Davy to me.

Shitty fucking Davy, with his strict curfews and practically using me as a housemaid because he’s too cheap to care for himself.

Shitty fucking Davy, not letting me add anything to my room because the day I turn 18, I’m out of here until his next kid (and cheque, apparently) come in. Told me I’d wreck the walls and ruin his furniture if I did put anything on it, too.

So that’s what I’ve got. Blank walls, blank furniture, blank everything. It’s like a jail cell for a bedroom, and everything I’ve got to show for myself is in a backpack and two dresser drawers/

But, at least, I own my mobile.

Every summer job, mixed with odds and ends shit and whatever I can do for my bill. It’s all mine, and Davy can’t fucking touch it.

Maybe that’s why, when I feel it buzz against my chest, it makes me feel more alive. It’s a reminder of all that work just to be able to talk to someone freely.

Arguably, the best feeling in the goddamn world.

I grab it and flip it over. It’s just an email about uni.

Fuck.

I end up scrolling through tumblr for a little while, doing nothing but liking and reblogging a thing here or there. It takes a little while before a little drop down falls from the top of my screen.

gaystrell: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1r7Wkwj7MSFk0--DgquHGhYVBbqneEYq0J01t0uMRmxA/edit?usp=sharing

gaystrell: feel the need to apologize before you click the link, but then again, you asked for this hell

When I click on it, it pulls up a doc titled just “crackfic”, and I’m floored with the first sentence alone.

“Fuck my fish ass harder, daddy.”

My hand flies up, covering my mouth as I practically wheeze as quietly as possible. A few paragraphs in and I’m nearly crying into my palm, muffling my laughter as I read through pages upon pages of the most ridiculous fic I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.

I check the word count out of pure curiosity, and it somehow makes me laugh harder.

bi-sammy: holy fucking shit

bi-sammy: i swear to god if you don’t post that i will

gaystrell: already in the process of making the archive post

gaystrell: i seriously believe you underestimate my sincere ability to be the biggest dick on the street

bi-sammy: i dont know whether or not u meant that as ur literal dick or the big dick energy in making that a post but id probably agree with you in both

bi-sammy: tag me in the post pls i want to be the first to reblog it

gaystrell: you’re a ridiculous, sad, little man

gaystrell: of course i’ll tag you

Within minutes, it’s uploaded with the absolute worst slew of Archive tags attached to it, and as soon as he tags me in his post, I tap the notification.

Scales, Fins, and other Fishy Daydreams

Word Count: 3,192

Summary: Fish!Huxley and Sam get it on Shape of Water style

@bi-sammy this is your fault (you're welcome)

I immediately slam like and pull up reblog, rapidly typing out my response before posting.

absolute madman. cant believe youve done this. i trust you with my entire life.

As usual, he's quick to reblog back.

anything for the absolute pain in my life x

Smiling shamelessly, I ride on the moment's high as our conversation stays out in the world. I quite enjoy this version of his softness. The public, taunting replies to mine. In all this time of following him, I can't really recall him ever being this friendly with anyone but me.

Makes me feel special. Maybe too much so.

BAZ

The jarring shock of the seemingly endless notifications rattles me momentarily speechless.

It isn't even 15 minutes after I'd replied to Snow and there's already a few people reblogging it with comments about him and I. A quick “i ship y'all’ to “powermove of the century”. Each make me flush deeper as the replies flood in.

If I were to be practical, I'm aware that I shouldn't be so flustered over the concept of us being a couple. It's most likely my overactive, sad, lonely imagination, but the idea of being loved just makes me blush. Especially since it's someone who doesn't seem to absolutely loathe me.

gaystrell: are you reading these?

bi-sammy: the what?

bi-sammy: i have. nothing to read. i cant read.

gaystrell: use your two remaining brain cells look at the notes for the crackfic

bi-sammy: holy shit

bi-sammy: im cackling

A notification pops up, making me snort this time. I pull up the post and send it off to him without a second thought.

gaystrell: sent a post

gaystrell: “sounds like something huxley would do for sam”

bi-sammy: stop im gonna piss myself shits too fucking funny

I pull it back up, scrolling down to reblog and adding a quick reply that, in all honesty, I should have thought out more. Secretly, part of me is glad that I sent it.

huxley wishes he was this smooth ;)

Within seconds, replies flood in from everywhere. From jokes about Snow and I possibly dating to the concept of Huxley writing (purposefully) shitty homoerotica about himself as a fishman. I quite like the conversation about the latter, while the former makes my chest knot in ways inexplicable.

Going through the notes makes me smile, even if it's mildly embarrassing. The amount of times I've seen the eyes emoji used is definitely excessive, but still somewhat welcomed.

Even my archive has a few comments already, although more based around the fic itself. More ironically, though, is the one person who probably took it seriously and just commented, “Nice fic!” I love the abundance of shameless appreciation for obscure fanfiction in the depths of this community.

Snow's messages roll down my mobile screen as I'm checking the comments, continuously replacing the previous message for the top slot.

bi-sammy: mate

bi-sammy: i love you

bi-sammy: also every time you reblog something of mine i get like 5 followers

bi-sammy: if you mention me i get 10

bi-sammy: youre???????????? a god????????

bi-sammy: can i marry you????????????

I slowly close my laptop, eyes on my phone with an absolutely gleeful grin.

gaystrell: when and where?

#carry on #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #mine #it's a handheld disaster #snowbaz #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #simon #baz

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pizzas-will-rule-the-world · 5 years

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awww yeah!! how about something with davey? fluff or angst your choice :)

Thank you for the prompt and sorry I didn’t post it until now!!

Word count: 1600 ish

Ships: None

Genre: A bit hurt/comfort I guess? Kinda

Era: Canon

Tags: Badly written accents tbh

Becoming friends with a gang of newsboys was not as simple as Davey would have thought a couple of months ago.

He hadn’t reflected on it too much in the beginning since they all had been caught up in the euphoria of winning the strike. He remembered it vividly, all of their relieved and shocked faces when they had been brought the news that they could go back to work. The cheers. The hugging. No one had left Davey out, of course not. He had been as much a part of it as any of the others. They had celebrated and laughed and cheered, and he had gone home with a soft smile on his face and looking forward to the prospect of going back to work the next morning.

But as the weeks passed he started to notice a shift in attitude. Nothing big. Casual but meaningful smirks shared by the newsies when Davey came to the circulation gate one morning. A clap on the shoulder that could have been a friendly gesture but felt a little too harsh and reminded him a little too much of getting knocked down by the police. And a lot of jokes made on his expense that he had no choice but to smile through.

“Heya Dave, joining us today?” The smile on Mush’s face was kind, but Davey couldn’t help hearing a certain bite to the words. Blink was standing beside him, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

“Uh, yeah,” Davey answered and glanced around the crowd of boys waiting for the morning paper. “It’s, well… Sunday, so…”

“No school?” Blink asked, and what was that look he gave Mush? Like they were having a conversation with no words needed? Something twisted in Davey’s stomach and he glanced down at his feet.

It was true he didn’t sell with the newsies every day anymore; his dad had gone back to work, so the sons of the Jacobs’ family were officially back in school. Coming back to routine and the same old faces had felt safe, but if he was being honest, kind of boring at the same time. He looked forward to the sundays spent with the newsies more and more for every week passing.

He only shrugged as an answer to Blink before Wiesel appeared and the group of boys lined up to buy their papes.

The next week it was Jack. Everything had been great so far. The weather was nice and lots of people were out and about, so by lunchtime Davey had almost got rid of all his papes. He had just leaned back against a building for a short break when Jack strolled up to him. His bag was carelessly slung over his shoulder and, not to Davey’s surprise, empty.

“You good?” Jack asked and stopped next to him.

Davey hummed and closed his eyes. “Just resting for a minute,” The brick wall was warm against his back.

“Resting, huh?” Jack elbowed him in the ribs. “Good, people will need a break from seeing your ugly mug.” He laughed and nudged Davey again, who opened his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

When he finished selling his last pape a few hours later, the sun was beginning to set. October was approaching, and with it a promise of colder nights and rainy days, but for now there was still a mildness in the breeze and birds happily chirping despite the late hour. Davey started the walk back to his family’s apartment. His feet ached, and he felt the exhaustion in every bone of his body, but that was not the sole reason why he walked slow with a deeply furrowed brow. There was a twist in his stomach that he could not get rid of.

He was still a good few minutes from the lodging house, so he didn’t even realize he was crossing Duane Street until a voice caught his attention. “Oh, hiya Davey!”

He glanced up and came face to face with Crutchie. In the gloomy evening light his clothes all looked the same shade of gray, and his freckles that were usually so prominent on his face now started to fade as the sun shone less and less every day. He was still grinning, though, leaning on his crutch with one hand and carrying his bag in the other.

“Hey, Crutch,” Davey said and forced himself to smile back. “Good day?”

“Yeah,” he said and nodded. “Sold all my papes. That headline about that kidnapped gal really made it easier. You going to the lodging house?”

Davey glanced down the street and then shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’m… Uh, pretty tired.”

Crutchie raised his eyebrows. “Okay. You good?”

The rattle of a carriage made Davey jump. He was so used to the sounds of the city he sometimes tuned them out until they surprised him at the worst times. When he turned back to Crutchie, he shook his head again. “I’m fine, thank you.”

Crutchie didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, before shrugging. “If you say so.” He turned to walk down Duane Street in the direction of the lodging house. “But if you need-”

Without knowing why, Davey suddenly moved and sized a hold of Crutchie’s shirt before he could walk away. “Wait!”

Crutchie, who hadn’t expected the pull, wobbled on the spot for a second before regaining his balance. “Damn, Davey,” he muttered and smoothed out his shirt, which was already so rumpled it didn’t make a difference. “You about to scare the living daylights outta me.”

“Sorry,” Davey said, feeling a rush of warmth shoot through his body. He made sure Crutchie was standing steadily on the ground before he let go. He chewed on his lip before continuing. “Uh, okay, I might have a problem.”

Crutchie straightened up and turned his full body towards Davey. “What’s wrong?”

Davey hesitated for a moment. “I, uh, sometimes, feel like…” The words were having trouble coming out of his mouth. It was like they got stuck somewhere between his throat and tongue. “...Like the newsies, ah… Don’t, like me?”

Crutchie stared at him in silence for a long moment before his lips quirked into a smirk. “The newsies?” he asked, an eyebrow raised so high it almost disappeared behind his fringe. “Like, the Duane Street newsies?”

“Yes.”

A laugh escaped his mouth and he shook his head in disbelief. “Who are you talking about? Who don’t like you, Dave?”

Davey felt a little taken aback by the teasing tone of voice. “Well, I… I don’t know!” he exclaimed, feeling the frustration seeping through into his voice. “You all always laugh at me, or insult me, or uh, make me feel like I’m stupid for not knowing anything about selling-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Crutchie said and held up one hand in surrender. The smile had slipped off his face. “Davey, I didn’t mean it like that. Have anyone said anything to you?”

Davey hesitated for a second. Was he throwing his friends under the bus by telling Crutchie? Somehow, it felt like a violation of trust. Though, of course, Crutchie himself was more than aware of the unspoken rules of the newsboys. Would he have asked if he though Davey would get in trouble with the others for telling?

“Uh, it’s just…” Davey wet his lips. “Mush, and, um… Blink, they said…”

Crutchie nods slowly. “Looked at each other like they knows a secret that you ain’t?” Davey nodded numbly. “You go to school, Dave. You might actually have a future, with a good job. It’s more than you can say for many of us.” Nothing in Crutchie’s voice felt self deprecating, but Davey still glanced down at his bum leg. He caught himself and quickly looked up again. If Crutchie had noticed he didn’t say anything. “If I’m right, they’s jealous, plain and simple. Teasing you about being in school is just them hiding that.” When Davey didn’t say anything, he sighed and changed his grip on his crutch. “Look, I knows it can seem strange, but that don’t mean they don’t like you. You’ve ever seen Race and Albert talking? You can think they hate each other by the way they insult one another, but they’s best friends.”

“But-”

“Nah,” Crutchie said with lots of conviction. “They don’t hate you. Many times it’s the opposite, teasing you means they like you.”

“But why?”

He shrugged. “Why not? It’s all for fun.”

Davey put his hands into his pockets. “I know I’m not like the others, and I know that might make the others treat me differently…”

Crutchie quirked his head to the side. “Like I said, maybe that’s a part of it. Maybe it’s because you have a family. And you’re smart, and you go to school. It’s easier to tease people who they’s jealous of,” He glanced behind Davey, down the street. “Or maybe it ain’t got nothing to do with you at all.”

Davey felt a little taken aback. “You… You think so?”

Crutchie grinned. “I’m just sayin’, don’t worry about it. Look, I gotta go before curfew.” He clapped Davey’s shoulder and started hobbling past. “See ya next sunday,” he called out and then disappeared in the dark.

Davey stared after him for a moment, before turning and starting to walk home. Maybe Crutchie had been right, after all. Maybe it was all in his head. He continued through the city, walking past houses and streets on his way home. The money he had earned that day was clinking happily in his pocket. After a few minutes a small smile spread across his face, and the knot in his stomach loosened slightly.

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