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babyshoesnerdshit · 8 months

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night shift

CW cursing, child neglect, sexual harassment, misgendering, drunk person (although not very well written lol), general violence, slight infantilization

idk i wanted to try my hand at writing some shitty platonic yandere batfam x transmasc reader (its self indulgence bby)

Hunger pained (y/n)'s stomach. Stupid cheapskate convenience store didn't give employee discounts though so he had to wait until he got home to eat anything, if there was even anything to eat that wasn't spoiled. (y/n) would have just stolen something to eat from the store (he didn't give a shit about their profit) but the security camera mocking him in the corner kept him from it. And with his phone almost dead (y/n) had nothing to do but stair at the wall and listen to the shitty radio station the store played.

(y/n) hated the night shift, it almost guarantied he would have to deal with more crackheads and drunks than his coworkers. Regardless of his feelings about the night shift it paid the most (even though that was still barely minimum wage), and he really needed the money. Even though (y/n) still lived with his mother (and technically father but he was hardy ever around), his parents had stopped taking care of him a long time ago. So (y/n) was the one to take care of himself. Sometimes he had to take care of his mother too, reminding her to eat or sleep. The bells on the door jangled, shaking (y/n) from his train of thought. Ah yes, the other type of Gotham crazies. Vigilantes.

"Hey kid."

"I'm not a kid." for some reason the batclan had decided that the 5th avenue convenience store was the best place for mid-patrol snacks.

"Ah yes, the old and wise 18 year old. My bad." Red Hood had a thick layer of sarcasm in his mechanical voice. (y/n) couldn't see his face from behind his helmet but was entirely sure he had the stupidest smirk underneath. (y/n) simply rolled his eyes (fighting back a smile) as hood moved about the store grabbing a random assortment of food and drinks. As hood was filling his arms the bell sounded again, this time it was a middle-aged man. (y/n) could smell the alcohol on him from the register. The man looked around, stopping as he saw (y/n).

"Welll helllooo~" the man had started leaning on the counter of the register. "Yoou're a fine slut, i could show you a reeall goOod time~" He smelled even worse up close. (y/n) sent a panicked glance over to Red Hood who had dropped his things and was now walking aggressively towards the man. "Wha you ignorin me BITCH!" the man lifted his arm to strike. (y/n) flinched, lifting his arms to cover his face.

"Leave. Him. Alone." Hood's voice was dark and low. His grip on the man's arm was painful if the man's face was any indicator.

"H-hey Mr. Red Hood. me and the lil' lady were just havin a niice talk." The man had lost any confidences and aggression he once had in fount of the crime lord. "She wuz jus bein a bitch, you understaannd right?" he sniveled. A sickening crunch was heard from the mans arm where Red Hood's grip tightened. The man started convulsing with pain and screaming. (y/n) felt sick.

"I'm going to deal with this trash. I'll be right back." Hood dragged the man out of the store, bells jingling behind him. It was moments like this where (y/n) remembered just how dangerous Red Hood actually was. Living in Gotham, (y/n) had gotten unfortunately used to getting catcalled and harassed, but he could never stop the shaking of his hands and the sinking feeling in his stomach that came with it.

Moments later the bells sounded again, (y/n) couldn't help but jump slightly. It was Red Hood.

"Sorry about that kid." hood picked up the food he had dropped earlier and set it on the counter.

"Ah, it's ok." (y/n) hated how small he sounded. Taking a breath he started to scan the things hood had picked out and tried to steady himself. "It's Gotham, shit like that happens all the time."

"That doesn't make it ok." Hood sounded softer than before. (y/n) felt anger crawl up his throat, the bats always treated him like a kid. Even Robin! And he was, like, 12!

"That'll be $29.47, you want a bag?" (y/n) tried not to show his anger. As upset as he might have been, Hood did just save him from an icky situation.

"Nah." Hood picked up half of what he bought with one arm as he flipped a 50 onto the counter. "Keep the change." He started to leave.

"Hood, you're forgetting half your shit." He had left a large banana nut muffin, a pack of gummy sharks, a chocolate milk, and a packet of pizza flavored combos.

"They're for you kid, you look starving." He was out the door before (y/n) could protest.

(y/n) sighed with a light smile, well at least he wouldn't be hungry for the rest of his shift.

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Jason was fucking livid. This god damn BASTARD! Who the fuck did he think he was, harassing his little brother. Raising his FILTHY had at him. Jason was seething.

"RR" Jason turned his comm on.

"Jonathan Davis, 54, 237 Maple Street, apartment 122, married to Eliza Davis, daughter is Maria Davis, place of work 57 West End Road." Tim already knew, he was watching it from the security camera back at the cave.

"I only spared him so that you could make his life something worse than death." Jason staired down at the beaten and bruised body of the man.

"Don't worry. It will be." Tim's voice was cold and calculated. No doubt already planning all the ways this man would watch his life fall apart.

Jason leaned down to the barely conscious man, "If you DARE go fucking near him again, I'll leave your head for your wife and daughter to find in your fridge." the man simply looked at him with fear. Jason grabs him by the scalp, "Do you understand?" his tone was dark, made even more intimidating by the mechanical modulator.

"Y-yes! I understand! I understand!" the man cried.

"Good." Jason shoved his head back into the filthy ground of the alleyway. 'right where trash belongs' Jason thought to himself.

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limu-citrus · 5 months

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Always remember to handle your twinks with utmost care

#mypics #gay #please be nice to me

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spoiledskullz · 2 months

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Ewww cooties day 💜❤💌💝💘

#happy valentine's day #knuckles the echidna #spoiled art #welkin the wolf #sonic fan character #knuckles x welkin #oc x canon #sonic oc #sonic the hedgehog (series)#Idk how to draw kissing #Please be nice to me #I kept staring at this like #“Is does kissing disgusting?”#I'm not sure #I hope it's cute #Don't tag as selfship

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vermin-teeth · 6 months

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Why do people give Gandalf such plump tits like

That bitch is like 1000 years old those thangs are wrinkly

#let them thangs swang #gandalf #idk anything about LOTR #please be nice to me #verminposting

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milezperprower · 2 months

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FINALLY. a reference for this cretin.

okay so I’ll probably adjust some of the colors slightly when I make a full crew line up (that’s gonna take a while) but this is pretty solid! please be patient with me

#ragamaster #ragamaster au #tadc ragamaster #tadc #tadc au #the amazing digital circus #tadc fanart #tadc pomni #pomni #pomni tadc #the amazing digital circus pomni #pomni fanart #please be nice to me

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basiatlu · 6 months

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Day 29: Pollen (Part 2 Preview)

Harry: now with Draco’s ‘undivided’ attention, feasting, and devoting to a much more pleasant bud of sorts.

Click the link to check out the full drawing for today’s prompt! Rated E for ‘everyone over the age of 18’ obviously

#please be nice to me #boshhptober2023 #this was so funny to crop #drawtober #boshspice #8th year #hogwarts #herbology #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #boshdraws #hpdm #harry x draco

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isolophilian · 3 months

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this boy can't catch a break 😭

1.08 || Percy Jackson and the Olympians

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #percyjacksonedit #pjoedit #pjosource #pjo tv spoilers #pjo 1x08 #isoceragifs #gifset #tvgifs #tvedit #sent me into the stratosphere #bro got yeeted #also this is my first time giffing and this took me HOURS #i've never known pain like this #please be nice to me

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bazberkker · 5 months

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Opinion: What disappoints me the most about Shadow and Bone being canceled is the fact that we never got to see Kuwei Yul-Bo, a character who deserved more presence in the books. I love Leigh Bardugo and the Grishaverse, but something that had severely disappointed me about the series is the way it treated its Asian characters. I'm a writer and I wholeheartedly understand why we didn't see a lot of Shu Han or Shu characters in general. Again, I'm not trying to "cancel" Bardugo or what have you because I totally get it. You can't write a story about everyone ever. But the fact that we never saw how Kuwei's trauma had really affected him, or the treatment of Bo and Kuwei by their country made me feel icky. I had hoped that King of Scars and Rule of Wolves would give him the same treatment Zoya and David got, but it didn't.

While Netflix's Shadow and Bone was messy, I'm so thankful for its diverse casting and belief that all characters are valuable and nuanced. At the end of the day, I'm just heartbroken that my favorite underrated character never got that same treatment. Kuwei Yul-Bo, you will always be the brightest pyromaniac of my heart.

#please be nice to me #again this is just an opinion piece #shadow and bone #netflix shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #bo yul-bayur #kuwei yul bo #kaz brekker #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar #alina starkov

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vowofbrotherhood · 8 months

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another mcyt crossover au that'll promptly disappear from my head a week after i post it

[if you don't know this game, please have #ghost trick spoilers filtered! and please play the game. also be mindful of spoilers!]

ver. without dialogue box under the cut

#hermitcraft #empires smp #goodtimeswithscar #solidaritygaming #ghost trick #goodtimeswithscar fanart #solidaritygaming fanart #jimmy solidarity #evangenny art #evangenny aus #if you know you know ;)#anyways!! scar-jimmy fans come get yall juice #this is my lure of spreading ghost trick propaganda #please be nice to me #OKAY ADMITTEDLY #i have not thought of this au past just these two 😭#my shower thoughts says jowd -> joel; cabanela -> sausage #and one more character who is unfortunately a spoiler #but yea. this is all just from one thought and nothing more 😔 i'm chronically normal unfortunately

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bunnakit · 3 months

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do you want to get chicken noodles?

i've had several people wonder why i'm obsessed with playboyy's aob and why i'm constantly saddened by the indifference towards him on the dash so i figured i'd grab hold of my 'too much' habits again and do a breakdown of all the reasons i love aob.

as always, i'm just a little guy on the internet. i could be way off base, i could be seeing things that aren't there, i could be reading too much into things, could be forgetting points of the plot or times when people have mentioned aob in a bad light, whatever. i just ask that you be nice to me because i'm only this big 🤏🏻 (and i also took the time to make gifs of almost every single aob moment across 8 episodes and i've been working on this for 5 hours - some gifs are crunchy because i had to lower the quality to capture everything i want to address)

to preface, so much of aob isn't in what he says - you actually gain so much more to learn from aob about what he doesn't say and observing his body language and facial expressions closely. aob tells his entire story with his body, because that's how he's grown used to communicating.

episode 1 🌸

we see here aob is genuinely baffled by the behavior of teena and soong. he's used to the environment of playboyy where clients are just paychecks and there's game of cat and mouse and as a result no need for any sort of emotions or emotional manipulation. he's simply providing a service and doing a job. he doesn't have to lure and romance, his clients come to him. the idea of getting emotions involved is completely foreign to him.

episode 2 🌸

we're brought to a flashback almost immediately in episode 2 that raises a lot of questions but also shows us quite a bit. as aob walks up the stairs he moves as if he owns the place, with the utmost confidence. as he ascends we see security treat him with respect and offer wai's in passing - almost as if he is someone in charge here. this shows us what a big deal aob is among the club, how respected he is even as far as the security is concerned. i think it's a very interesting detail that helps back up aob's arrogance and confidence, because why would he be anything else?

the following conversation with the other workers is a bit confusing to me and as far as i recall we don't have all the answers to the questions it raises just yet. we do learn aob is the one that taught jump, teena, and soong during their time at playboyy. he asks them what they're going to do for a living if they're leaving and i think this conveys the idea that aob isn't as heartless as he appears. he worries for them and wonders how they'll take care of themselves if they leave.

teena makes a comment about the boss going too far but i'm not sure if we know what he means by that yet? i had actually completely forgotten about this encounter until i went back to grab screens. i want to comment on this part more but it's not really the point, i'm just really curious what the fuck they're talking about here as they seem to insinuate they've been forced to work here and even aob is surprised by that. this leads me to believe that aob might be a bigger part of the plot later on, perhaps in uncovering whatever was meant by these comments.

episode 4 🌸

i think this is the moment aob really lost favor with so much of the fandom and i do understand why, however, there's a lot that happens here that's very interesting to observe.

"Don't say 'true love' and 'soulmate.'"

i have to wonder why these were the first words aob brings up as soong laments his situation. no one said those words, aob, but you sure did.

teena then talks to soong about what he's heard and tells him he should be responsible for first's feelings in all of this to which aob makes the above expression. aob hates the discussion of feelings, believes emotions need to be removed from the equation entirely, and is baffled by the way his friends are acting about people that should be nothing more than clients and believes any form of relationship impossible.

"Try being in love." "What, stupid love?"

something about this makes me believe that aob doesn't know what love is, not real love. he dismisses it as stupid and scoffs while the others almost roll their eyes at him. it's easy for aob to give the advice he does when he doesn't have love burning a hole in his chest the way they do, he's never felt it before, doesn't know how all consuming it is.

and then as first confronts soong the camera pans from teena to aob and i find his expression very interesting. that doesn't look like a man removed of emotions. to me, that looks like a man that has just had his world tilted on it's axis and is now questioning everything he's ever told himself. he sees first's tears and the way soong stands still and listens as first falls apart. i think that moment truly startled him and drove home that the emotions between the boys and their 'clients' are very real.

episode 5 🌸

alright, episode 5 is a lot so i'm sorry for the absolute wall of gifs and texts coming for this single episode.

"Time to work, Puen."

aob meets puen on the stage and immediately his face falls as it's not him picked first but puen. later, aob walks into the back where puen is smoking and immediately takes in the sight of him.

"Are you Puen?" "I am." "You're quite hot."

"Come find me later. I want to know why you're so popular."

aob wants to know who has dethroned him and why his clients are so enamored with puen. what does puen, someone completely new to the business, have to offer that he doesn't? this is also where aob begins to look at puen and from here on he will never look away.

aob speaks so very much with his eyes. you can see his gaze drop and take in all of puen here during their 'evaluation' as he asks permission before going further with him. it's obviously quite professional but i think it also shows us that aob isn't as cold as he tells people he is; or perhaps that's just where puen is concerned.

this is really where i realized that much of understanding aob is reading into what he isn't saying or what his words are hiding.

"I knew it, you aren't that great."

but he is, because aob can't look away from him.

"...You attract clients that want to try new things. Once they are bored of you they'll dump you."

you're attracted to me and want to try something with me, but once you're bored you'll leave me.

"Why don't you teach me? I want to be like you."

show me what you want from me. i want you to like me.

"I'm sorry. I can't be a teacher. I'm a prostitute. Oh. Don't be like me." Because you can never be. Loser."

i'm sorry. i can't like you. i'm a prostitute. and please don't like me because i can never like you back. don't look to me anymore.

but puen accepts that challenge.

(i forgot to watermark this one lmao, i don't care enough to go fix it)

i'm still not entirely sure what to make of this moment with prom. why does he squeeze aob's shoulder as if to offer him some kind of reassurance? why does aob shake his head just the slightest bit and suddenly look like he's going to face a firing squad? does prom know it's already too late for aob, that he's in too deep? is he trying to prepare aob for the sudden fire in puen's veins? i'm really struggling to figure it out, really. i think it could mean quite a few things or nothing at all.

"Why are you criticizing me? People might think you're jealous of me."

puen has so very clearly learned what makes aob tick. he's learned that aob's pride is also his biggest weakness and he picks at that weak point to evoke a response from him - and it works. suddenly aob is all bluster and anger, but interestingly puen doesn't back down, doesn't even flinch. instead, he has a confident smile and meets aob's eyes with a challenge burning in his own.

aob doesn't know what to do with that. you can see it in the shift of his face. this expression is very similar to the one he makes when first confronts soong - he's on the wrong foot, confused and adrift because suddenly puen is no longer the innocent doe-eyed novice but someone who is pushing back and challenging him. no one has ever challenged him before.

they meet again later in the bathroom where aob is doing some sort of display of dominance perched on a urinal. listen, that's my blorbo, but even i can't defend that. baby get down from there, you're making even more of a fool of yourself.

"Do you want to eat chicken noodles with me?"

aob rejects the invitation and puen laments that he seemed fine earlier when they were in the room together.

"What happens in the room stays in the room, Puen. You can't have feelings for the clients. They'll be strangers when they leave."

what i do in the room with you has to stay there. i can't have feelings for you. you'll become a stranger to me when you leave.

"Why do you have to act so cold and emotionless to everyone?"

and aob doesn't answer. he doesn't even get angry. there's just a quiet look of resignation on his face and he bites his lip, almost like he's nervous, almost like puen is looking at him too closely and starting to see right through him.

"Can you have feelings for your friends or brothers?"

or for me.

"You aren't my friend or my brother. You're a competitor."

because you have to be. because i can't handle any alternative. i can't love you.

episode 6 🌸

they're in the bathroom again but this time it's puen waiting for aob asking why he's been avoiding him.

"Why can't you have sex like a couple? You taught me how to feel. So practice what you preach."

why can't we have sex like a couple? you taught me to remove the feelings from it so why can't you do that?

and i think it's very interesting that for a moment aob drops his gaze and looks away. he's been caught and called out and looks away almost in submission before pulling up his guard again.

"I don't have any feelings for a kid like you. I just can't do it. You're not sexy enough."

he attacks puen's looks but this is a direct contradiction to when they first met and the first thing he said was "You're quite hot." once again aob says the opposite of what he means.

i have feelings for you, this is why i can't have sex with you like a couple. i like you far too much.

"Fine. I'll be better than you someday."

fine. i'll make you love me.

and aob can't take it any longer. he goes just outside the door and breaks down because it's all so much; his feelings for puen, puen's refusal to back down, the turmoil he finds himself in having everything he's ever known turned upside down. he was never supposed to have feelings, least of all for someone as stubborn and determined as puen who breaks down his walls and challenges him at every turn. his will is breaking down every bit as much as he is in this moment.

episode 7 🌸

this was one of the first scenes to really make me emotional in this show. throughout this entire scene aob cannot look away from puen. all of his attention is on puen to the point where he neglects the client and even pushes him away. he touches only puen, kisses only puen. he seems almost tortured by the moment, to be so close but so far from the object of his desire.

and puen looks at him with the challenge in his eyes again, almost mocking: look at me, i've surpassed you. you can't take your eyes off me. i've won.

and aob continues to watch him, his eyes almost a caress, gaze almost reverent as if he's witnessing something holy. my man is absolutely lost in the sauce.

"You have a crush on a loser like me, huh? So you couldn't help yourself."

"This is how you pay me back?" why are you doing this to me? "Do it to me, not in front of the client. What's wrong with you?" don't challenge me in front of a client. don't push me.

but puen knows he's won, he knows he's hit the nail on the head and aob, as he always does, is growing defensive. because he's scared.

"But I'm glad that I'm important to you. Like I said, I will be better than you someday. But that day came so quickly. You lost."

i'm glad you've realized i'm important to you. like i said, i would make you love me. that day came so quickly. i've won.

episode 8 🌸

i didn't get gifs of the scene but prom asks aob if he's jealous of puen's popularity. that's all he asks. but what's interesting is aob replies:

"Jealous? I don't have feelings for him."

aob... i don't think that's what prom was asking. prom asked if you were jealous of his popularity among the clients, if you were jealous that he'd taken your throne.

and puen appears to challenge aob again, blows him a kiss almost as a reminder of their previous encounter. but aob doesn't get angry, doesn't rise to the bait. if anything he looks sad, maybe contemplative, and perhaps like he's coming to terms with something.

You only appreciate the value of something when you are about to lose it. It's just so fucking awful.

Especially when you know in your heart that you are powerless.

Because he isn't your boyfriend.

The more you want to know the more painful it gets.

throughout this entire scene aob looks so sorrowful, like he knows he has to do something soon or he will lose his chance with puen. he has to try because this powerless feeling is growing to be too much.

aob is waiting for puen at the bottom of the stairs and if you look he's bouncing his leg in a nervous tick. when puen rounds the corning his face is immediately in some semblance of a smile which is something we really haven't seen from aob. it gives the impression that he worked himself up to this moment despite how nervous he is. (his shirt is also very wrinkled, were you in a rush?)

"How are you going to haze me today?"

and this i think drives home that puen is tiring of their game. that aob is so very close to losing puen because puen is starting to believe aob's words, believe that aob doesn't like him and only wants to harass him.

so aob takes the leap.

(and i find the handle with care on the wall particularly interesting, as both of them need to be handled with care. aob, with his unfamiliar and warring feelings, and puen with his earnest and hopeful heart.)

and as aob bridges that gap puen looks taken aback and confused because what the fuck, aob isn't soft, doesn't do things like this.

"Do you want to get chicken noodles?"

aob asks, a throwback to the day puen had asked him on a date. an acknowledgement and an apology.

i'm sorry i wasn't ready then, but i'm ready now. will you still have me?

and that's why today's episode made me cry and why i love aob so, so very much. his journey learning his feelings and learning what love feels like and what love can be isn't pretty, he fights it tooth and nail the entire way, but the smile on both their faces as he jumps on puen's back gives me so much hope that they can be good for each other and support each other.

there are still so many episodes left and maybe i'll be wearing clown make up by the end of this, maybe my hopelessly disgustingly romantic heart has misled me, maybe i've read the facial expressions and body language all wrong, but regardless of all of that aob and puen are so special to me.

#please be nice to me #my stomach is in my throat #im so scared of looking like a fool #bunn meta #playboyy #playboyy the series #aobpuen #aun warit #parm pawarate #userrain

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fella-lovin-fella · 4 months

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me reveal <3 we love boys in skirts right?

#please be nice to me #ive had this blog for like 3 years and have never posted myself #trans #trans guy #transgender #trans mlm #transsexual #boys in skirts #dantes talking again

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eternalfae · 5 months

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When You're Gone (pt 1 of ??)

It’s been months since you’ve seen Andrew. You two used to spend every weekend together. More than that, really; any moment you could you guys could be together you were. It started with him being a regular at your coffee shop, and then inviting you to sit and chat with him on your breaks. You ended up quitting the coffee shop and slipped him your phone number on his last receipt from your last day. He ended up showing you the music he’d been working on that day after you clocked out. You knew he was always writing something in his notebook at the little corner table, but you never realized that it was music.

He was a man of few words typically, mysterious in nature, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized just watching him write. His long fingers wrapped around his pen while his other hand was either splayed across the book holding it open or being run through his hair to push it out of his face; you could watch him for hours. You asked if there was some way you could see him play, and he let you know that he plays at a local pub every Friday. So your meetings moved there.

The first time you were going to watch him at the pub, you anxiously waited all week long. You spent an hour trying on different outfits in the mirror and mentally flicked yourself for it. This wasn’t anything special. You’re just going to some dingy bar to see the most attractive man you’ve ever met play his music. Finally, you figured it was an appropriate time to go over. You waited outside for your taxi, checking your phone over and over to make sure you had the address correct. Once you got to the pub, you lingered outside for just a moment before taking a deep breath and going in. You found a nice table in the corner, just like he always did, and waited with your drink.

You people-watched from your seat while you waited until you heard a little bit of commotion. Finally looking up, the dim lighting of the pub cast a shadow over Andrews's face. His tall frame towered over you from the stage, and you took a sip of your drink to make sure you weren’t staring. When you looked back up, he was looking right at you and gave a small smile. You ordered 3 more drinks through his set and, afterward, he came and sat with you. You guys caught up on your events for the week and chatted about the musician who was on after him.

“Your music is really beautiful,” you told him earnestly. You looked him in the eyes for the first time in a while and he had a thoughtful look on his face as he swished his drink around.

“It’s not where I want it to be yet, but thank you.” He was too humble. Every word he sang was like a hymn and you had soaked it up eagerly. You were left wanting more, but you couldn’t tell him that.

“How long have you been playing?” You leaned back in your chair.

He contemplated your question for a moment before finally answering, “I started when I was fifteen. Self-taught.” He looked a little proud of himself when he saw your shocked face.

You quickly recomposed yourself and finished your drink off in one gulp, wincing slightly at the taste. “You got more stuff?” Your question broke the silence between you two and he returned his eyes to yours.

“Aye, I might. Nothing properly finished, though. I’ll show you sometime if you want.” His hands went to his sleeve as he rolled it up his arms a bit, and it took everything in you to not watch his every movement.

You bounced your knee a bit absentmindedly on the floor and nodded. “I think you’re really good.”

After that night, you two continued to spend more and more time together. You listened to his music and helped him brainstorm lyrics every Friday night in that dim pub. Eventually, you started spending more than just Fridays together, and you introduced him to your passion: photography. He became your muse. A joke at first that became serious as you were constantly using him as your subject. His curly hair and angular face always showed up in one way or another. You hadn’t had a friend like this in a long time, someone you could confide in and someone to give you advice when you needed it.

His talent got in the way, though, when he left. After months of spending every other day together, he got a deal with a record label. He insisted that he needed to get out of your town in order to focus on writing, spending time by the ocean secluded in some house. You couldn’t ask him to stay, though, you weren’t anything special to him. You just had to hug him and say how happy you were for him. At first, you messaged each other all throughout the day while you both worked, but his responses came slower as time passed and you ended up barely speaking. You had no idea when he’d be back, as he’d need to record once he was done actually preparing his music. His music that you had spent countless nights up with him listening to.

You didn’t realize how awful you’d feel when he left, but it hit you like a truck after two weeks. Your routine was in shambles, and you were turning toward anything to distract you. Your solace came one day finally when your phone buzzed while you were at work. You looked down at it, his name popping up and your face lighting up immediately. You answered the phone, thanking the gods that there were no customers around, and felt yourself grinning like a fool.

“Andrew, what’s up?”

The other line was a bit muffled but you could hear him say your name. You hadn’t heard his voice in so long, you wondered if he sounded different at all.

“I’m back in town.” You felt like a cartoon character when their jaw dropped to the floor, but kept your composure.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?” You glanced at the clock and could have cried when you realized you had less than two hours left of your shift.

You could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, “It was supposed to be a surprise, but you aren’t at your flat.”

“Some of us have real jobs, Andrew,” you teased, “I’ll be free in a couple of hours, though.”

He sighed dramatically and was quiet for a moment, contemplating. “Fine. But you owe me a pint.”

You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see you. You weren’t the one who left for months and has been completely MIA for a week. “Sure. I’ll be home at six. You know where the spare key is.”

“Of course I do, I’m already inside. You really should clean some of these dishes.”

“You do them if they bug you that much. I’ll see you in a bit, I’ve got to get back to work.” Right as you said that, you heard the bell of the door ring to signal a customer. You both quickly said your goodbyes and you put your best customer service face on. These would be the longest two hours of your life.

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