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shinjisdone · 5 months

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Hi! If it's possible can I request a version of f!Mc and friends with Rook or Azul? (whichever is easier to write) I’m loving the series thank you for writing it! (o^ ^o)

Rook👏 it👏is👏. He may not be in my top 5 but there is SOMETHING about him. He is so predictable but for that the man goes full out. Literally wears his heart on his sleeve so much that there is no need to think about what he would ponder to himself/keep to himself. Nah. The guy has no filter, he just does and says it👏. Rook also holds nothing back and is kinda crazy?? And too much into his 'hunter' thing?? It's great for writing though, I can also go full out lol

Female!MC and Friends - Rook Hunt

Wohohohoho. Rook Hunt.

A true enigmatic yet predictable charmer from beginning to end.

He is awfully nice and kind despite his oddball behaviour. Loyal to a fault while knowing which side to choose. His view of 'beauty' proves itself to be more than just superficial.

He sees it in everyone equally. Including you...

When He Spends Helloween With You...

Oh boy. Hoooo boy! Someone tell wannabe Dracula that this is just cosplay!

Rook lives for the vampire act - so much so that he seems to become one. No other needed to bite and turn him - he has the passion for it all on his own.

Beginning from when dusk fell and stalking through the dorm and the makeshift graveyards, dancing under the stars as he hovers close and closer to all that appraoch him carelessly...while greeting them with his fangs...

It's quite ironic. Since he was always so keen on hunters, you'd think he'd rather hunt monsters than become one. Au contrair! Rook is open for all kinds of roles...

The guy sticks close and attempts to scare you with the classic Dracula stick - his shadow passing by the bushes, seeing a glimpse of his cape as he ever so slowly stalks behind you and hands goofily shooting up like in a cartoon.

"It is quite late for young ladies such as yourself to roam around..."

Rook. Please.

You are no Dracula, Alucard, Nosferatu - whatever it is, you ain't it.

Well, if you are able to say that. Perhaps it does spook you to have someone creep up from behind but seeing it's just Rook, you are sure to calm down.

He might ask for candy but is definitely the type to tend to give you sweets instead. Mademoiselle, you look terrifiyingly beautiful! (get it) Here, take these sweets!

However, will also ask you to give your best scare! A monster is only truly a monster when their heart is wicked, no? And wicked hearts terrifiy humans.

Will give a little laugh when you fail. Not out of mockery but, hey, you did try! Still, have some candy. Don't tell Vil.

Doesn't stop talking about Helloween. The makeshift horror, the beauty of the night, the calling of darkness, the mieschief when it comes to candy...he's really living it. Would like to have you enjoy the night as much as he does.

A haunted house? Oh my, how exciting! We cannot let such a moment not be seized! To the horrors!

Gracefully links his arm with yours. He is still a charmer as ever and insists that vampires are one of the most charming monsters out there. So he cannot disappoint you~

Winks as he takes your hand and guides you into the lion's den~ Fear not, this vampire shall protect you.

Treats you a bit as a damsel in distress mixed with his captive. Vampires are graceful and gentlemen but also...selfish. Lonely. Longing. Monsters.

Well, only if you are into vampires as well!

It's hard to imagine him getting scared but rather indulges in these spooks. Heartily laughing. Tres bìen! How wonderful this terror is! Everyone put such effort into everything!

Takes you under his cape. Does mademoiselle seek shelter in his magical cape?! Calm down Rook

Protects you but keeps reminding you that accepting his protection is accepting to become his~

Rook. Pls. Bro, come on.

When He...Proposes To A Ghost?!

GASP

ROOK WAS BORN FOR THIS.

No matter if alive or not, Rook will be sure to have everyone get the love they deserve!

A great romanticist. It is all so beautiful, all so magical. Like in a fairy tale! Oh, he'll gladly play prince charming!

And of course to be worthy for the great, dead princess, Rook will be sure to ask you to practice with him. You do not even need to do much! Just play the part and see if you'll fall in love with him.

Rook is something more, distinctively more than just a mere prince charming. His actions, his words, his gifts are something no royal would think of, the most lovesick fool would not think of! The play and the dozens upon dozens of poems he thinks of in a span of minutes and the flowers he so gently plucks the thorns off before offering them to you - you might actually fall for him!

Don't tell him that though. He might not stop.

It is...confusing for the heart. He treats you not like nobility, but like royalty, a red rose in a maze of daisies. The names he so fondly bestows you seem even more...longingly dreamy, as if the mere utter of your nickname feels like sculpting your perfect face. He shall say it perfectly with the utmost love as to not to insult you.

His dance movements are swift and light, his poems escape his lips like birds out of cages and even his gaze seems so....genuine?

This is what it makes it so hard. Rook is through and through genuine.

The most candid student you know and just like his openness, his kindness is abundant.

The princess MUST fall for him! There is no other perfect match!

"Oh, you think so? Mademoiselle, your praise delights me and makes my heart free like a bird! ...But, I'd rather stay here with you."

OMG OMG OMG HUUUH???!?!?!?!?!

WAIT WAIT WHAT DOES HE MEAN

When He...Hunts You Down...

Oh, my, oh my...what a predicament.

In this Beans Fest, it looks like Rook will be the monster and you the hunter...yet you do know that it really isn't the case, right?

Rook will always be the hunter. Of guards. Of monsters. Of your heart.

Try to trick him, try to find him. You are supposed to be the one playing the hero yet Rook takes the initiative like it is his instinct.

Finding you is his instinct.

He takes a certain glee and excitement while playing this wonderous game! Why, he cannot stop himself from chasing and challenging you!

Deep in his heart, the thought of you being his prey is exciting~

Go on, do your best!

Things do get...odd.

You often find yourself facing Rook several times in the forest all alone.

He appraoches you and exchanges words and tips...some of survival, some of how to hunt down his own teammates and their weaknesses.

You joke how this feels like a meeting between enemies...but more like between opposing phantom thieves or rivals in a game.

Magnifique! Exactly like that, sustain an energy just like that!

He'll play around but he does not really wish to defeat you...he kind of wants you to win. But alas, he might as well have his fun and meet up with you. A forbidden love between two opposing teams spiced up with excitment and a clear winner.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #request #rook hunt #female!mc #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt twisted wonderland

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felixisislost · 7 months

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Suguru Geto Oneshot:

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Warnings? - Spoilers of season 2 of JJK (And the manga of that season), the ending gets a little bit spicy~⚠️

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Summary- As a fellow second year and close friend of Gojo and Geto's, you come back home after a mission to find you have a secret visitor...

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A.N: Hiya~

This was based off a dream I had, granted, I can't remeber the whole dream, so I couldn't make it as good as the dream was... However, I tried. Lmao. That, and the rest of the dream was... Anyway, umm, if you have requests for a charater, depending on who it is, or something, i'd be glad to try give you something good. Also if you want, give a scenario with your suggestion if you have one in mind. I am willing to do most types of fanfiction, though I might be a little reluctant to doing angst, but it's still on the table. Also side note, but I dislike how they animated him in the movie TvT But season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen was such a nice art styleeeee, they really drew him well. Anyway, I appreciate you taking the time to read this, i'll do better next time, and i'm sorry Geto OOC, i've never written him before TvT.

Also, you both arn't togeather in this fanfic, you just have an unspoken love for one another.

Love,

Felixity_

❤️❤️❤️❤️

(～￣▽￣)～

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

P.S: I stopped writing because I got embarressed and doubt anyone would want more of this, lmfao

Oneshot:

(E/C) orbs scrunched up in a mixture of fear and distaste at the sight infront of you.

The blood wasn't what reflected in the mirth of your soul, no, it was the images of how the blood came to stain the stage. Your body wouldn't allow itself to shiver.

As a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you thought you would be prepared for something like this.

You thought you could handle witnessing a sheer, utter carnage.

The way older people talked about their experiences never lived up to the heartless reality.

It... was terrifiying.

There wasn't even words to describe the feeling, witnessing, viewing it all go down, like some kind of sick horror film starring the love of your life.

Bits and pieces of human remains decorated the room, almost as if competeing to see what could be spread out more. Blood, or flesh. The remains danced togeather, the blood giving a innate light in contrast to how it had come to splay out.

Jolting, a hand slid its way onto your shoulder. Giving soft skin a light squeeze, Geto leaned forward, chest pressing against your back as he looked down at you with a smile.

"You doing alright there, (Y/N)?" He asked warmly, looking scarily unbothered by what had gone down. His sleeves drapped over you, almost doubling as a cloak as well as covering him. He felt warm, and his breathing was heavy, yet quick, as if he were... excited.

You only knew what had happened to the laid back sorcerer from tales spun by his partner.

Off on missions of your own, you had been late to hear about the strife caused when everything changed. When he had changed.

Changed.

His whole demeanor, everything about him, it all was so different, yet the still the same.

That made it all the harder to condem him for his actions, because deep down, it was too painful, too hard to see the monster that stood infront of you.

It's like you didn't want to taint the memory of the kind hearted sorcerer.

Human minds were so fickle, overworn with emotion and lies, to the point it felt better to blatently ignore the harsh reality, rather than accept the truth.

The cruel strings of fate pulled us togeather, no matter what treasonous crimes he committed, forcing you to sway and melt at his touch as if he were some imaginary god.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, it's like the whole world became dark, silent.

Watery eyes gazed up at Suguru Geto, bottom lip trembling.

Running his fingers through soft (H/C) hair, he offered a soft smile in the hopes of offering what comfort he could. To add to the silence, it only made time slow, all that existed was us.

You still remembered the day you had come back home to find the man infront of you perched upon the window cill of your once locked apartment.

He couldn't resist the temptation of saying good bye to the one person he had truely loved.

This was different, this meant something more to him than just bidding farewell.

Even after his explanation, opening up on his ideals, you still told him you'd come with him.

No.

You didn't agree with his mindset. If anything, it scared you beyond words. But this is what you did for love. You left everything behind, all to stick with him.

The only thing you brought with you were the clothes on your back. That and the desperate hope that one day, perhaps, you could bring him back home.

The real Suguru Geto.

Geto stared back into your eyes with his sleepy looking features almost glowing in this massacre of a hall. The feeling of his fingers winding into your hair almost made you melt in his arms. He was so warm, so very warm and comforting.

For a mass murderer.

"Come on, let's get away from the filth" He whispered softly, delicatly running his fingers down the expanse of your arm, slipping his hand into yours while Hanako and Mimiko skipped ahead of us. His hands were big, and felt rough, a little calloused at the palms. They envelloped your much smaller ones as you walked, his heavily layered clothing brushing against you as you made your way home.

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"(Y/N)," Geto lay on his side, head propped up by an arm. With his free hand, he gestured with a couple fingers, signalling for you to approach. Blinking, you tottered over, sitting down infront of him and crossing your legs. "Sweetheart, I'm glad you came with me."

A light blush spread across you cheeks at his words, sinking in and tugging at your heartstrings.

Sitting up, Geto hunched over, leaning forward and carressing your cheek. Forehead gently coming to rest against your own, your eyes locked uncomfortably, pulse racing.

"Why did you come?" Geto asked, cupping your cheeks as you gazed into eachothers eyes.

"Because..."

You had to think long and hard about the answer, unable to lie or look away from his magnatizing gaze. His long fluffy hair lay over his shoulder, swinging forward and brushing against your colarbone, illicting a shiver.

"......I didn't want to lose you."

He chuckled at the honesty, and yet his sharp eyes saw that it wasn't entirely the whole truth.

"I didn't want to lose you either, even if we don't agree on ideals," Geto looked past the eyes, and he stared your soul in the face, sending tremors through your body as you leaned into his touch. In a way, it pained Geto that you didn't agree. He didn't need to ask you to know that you didn't agree, he could sense it. He always had been gifted in terms of reading people, you in particular. Yet the fact you were still here anyway, and the fact the you knew you wern't strong enough to fight him was almost calming to him.

After all that he had done, you were there.

You.

You alone.

"I love you. You were one thing I didn't want to leave behind, not in a world as cruel and unforgiving as this," The bundled up man continued, carressing your cheek with this thumb, memorising the feeling of the soft plushy skin underneath. He spoke with a warmth, something deep within that made the whole day become lost in your mind as if this very moment, right here, right now, was all that would define him.

Define the man, not the murderer.

Lightly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, he shifted his head slowely, cheek pressed against cheek as he lightly whispered in your ear, "I'm glad we can see past our differences. I would have hated myself if I had to kill off the one part of myself I need."

Eyes widening at his words, Geto lightly placed feather soft kisses along your neck, being impossibly gentle. Clutching onto the fabric of his sleeves, your head tilted back, exposing your throat to him in both a gesture of love and a sign of submission.

In that very moment, you knew.

You knew there was no changing the passionate man back, there was no bringing him back.

There was only going forward, fate sealed by eachother.

"I love you too" The soft breathy words left your mouth as the soft wet muscle of Geto's tongue ran along your throat, up to your jawline.

The words 'I love you' had never been spoken by eaither party before, only spoken in the eyes of your daily lives involving eachother.

For the time you had known eachother, the secret infactuation had only grown more and more, every moment spent togeather being the next best day of your life.

It was almost funny they had finally been spoken, given the circumstances, yet the line between friends or lovers dissapeared as your lips pressed against one another.

The way his hands had met your waist, pulling you closer, and your arms wound around his neck, hands becoming lost in his hair, it was like this was all meant to happen.

Lips hugging, his surprisingly soft lips parted, tongue slipping out to carress your lips.

Shifting about underneath him, you were gently laid down onto your back, clinging to him as the cool floor made impact with your warm skin.

Cradelling you close, a soft gasp escaped your lips at the feeling of his hands running up your waist. Seizing the oppertunity, he filled the hot wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue.

Lightly moaning against the sensation of sensative flesh meeting flesh, his tongue brushed against yours, tasteing your whole being, rubbing against the slick of your inner cheeks.

#jjk geto #geto suguru #jjk #anime #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you

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illateyouricecreamlastnight · 1 year

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This is how they met :]

Flinky...is actually feared by everyone in the forest yet he done no harm. Probably because of his cold face and sharp eyes that makes him terrifiying. Not to mention about how the others represent the behaviour of his kind. Of course,he feel so lonely and feel like he's a monster. But all that change as he met Ratau.

Ratau had bring him warmth and sparkles joy in his life since. How caring and kind Ratau is,Flinky feels like he don't deserves him as a friend. Flinky starts making other friend with Shrumy,who is close to Klunko.

When they finally decided to meet each other,they already feel like a tiny warm family for themselves.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl fanart

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subiysu-chan · 8 months

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Do you have any headcanons regarding the older generation of Innocent (Jean-Baptiste, Madeleine etc) as that fucked up group we talked abt yesterday?

-At the "ripe" age of 15, Jean-Baptiste and André would personnally know all the perverse aristocrats and intellectuals, who spend tremandous amounts on seeing the worst tortures and executions possible.

-During adolescence, he would become increasing "though", starting to fend off rivals by himself.

-Madeleine Tronson would have probably been exposed to the "convulsionnaires", accidentally, at age 12. She would have been afraid to cross cemetaries afterwards for a while. That fear would be...understandable.

-When her father became a torturer...There relationship quickly soured, and she did began to fear him...Have a loved one turn into a "monster", capable of inflicting horrible harm, is a terrifiying experience to anyone.

-Strangely enough, having young!Subyss knocking around would be a grounding presence, since he would come from a family of torturers, and for him, her new and terrifiying is more normal.

-Subyss is actually the same age as Jean-Baptiste, just younger looking from lack of sunlight, and he and Nicolas-Gabriel became an item when he was 18, and Gabriel 16. Because Subyss is a maniac and Nicolas-Gabriel has a tendency toward intrigue...Just, not a healthy relationship.

-Jean-Baptiste would go between trying to cover them up to protect his younger brother, and attempting to break them appart.

-Nicolas-Gabriel goes full rebellious teen on attempts to break up the relationship.

-Poor André would have an increasingly destabalized social circle, with once close people becoming more and more terrifying, and he would be exposed to more and more violence. He'd be quite relient on older staff, both as he's learning new skills, but also emotionally, would require a grounding presence to stay sane.

-Being the least rough and tough of the Sanson servants, the physical fist-fights whenever he needs to run errands would exhaust him.

-Thankfully, both Jean-Baptiste and Nicolas-Gabriel are fairly tolerant with André's difficulties.

#innocent manga #third gen headcanons

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dianight · 8 months

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OK. Somehow I've found a spanish translation for volume 8 with files 24/25. Genuinely unintentional, I was checking an old website and I glanced at it like "wait is that..." and it was. Anyway. Spoilers

So far in UraPi I'd the feeling (when it comes to the Otherside) that there was "something" that Sorawo was missing because of how non-perceptive she is. That feeling you get when you know you are reading from the pov of an unreliable narrator so you are kinda expecting something to not be what it seems.

Best way I can put it into words, I always imagined the Otherside to feel like a dream. What they experience makes sense to them in the moment even if it's ultra bizarre and then when they think back on it they see how strange it is. Can't remember who but they do bring it up at some point in the way they would normally be terrified but they still push through.

Anyway. Sorawo somehow going from the bus to Mayoiga to Runa's room (cell? Not anymore I think) is exactly the kind of progression that a dream would have[1]. It does not make sense geographically speaking and one might think "well it doesn't have to make sense" but some gates do make sense. They go from Kozakura's to the grassy fields and viceversa, from the elevator to the skeletal building and viceversa. Sometimes they'd get "pulled" from nowhere, sometimes going through the intersticial space.

So thinking back on what Tsuji theorizes, how they might percieve a different Otherside from each other and then this part:

What is Kozakura actually saying here from her perspective? That one time on Kisaragi station where they call Kozakura and she says some strange stuff, and later on they come back and ask her and from her perspective they were the ones saying nonsense.

There has always been this feeling that Sorawo and Toriko are underestimating the effect the Otherside has on them. Like holy shit, if monsters appeared on my university, haunting my friends and even on my house it would be terrifiying.

I think Sorawo was in a way desensitized to all the horror and for the first time (arguably second, counting Satsuki) the Otherside has something effective on her.

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[1] The other side (punny) of dreams: a nightmare.

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I know the other developments so far in volume 8 are potentially even more important (and hilarious) to the series but I am fascinated that Sorawo finally acknowledges what the Otherside can be other that "a place all for myself".

#otherside picnic

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random-bi-writer · 1 year

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Secrets of the Maw Opinions and Theories

https://random-bi-writer.tumblr.com/post/703035769296683008/i-do-not-have-the-courage-to-play-horror-games

Check the Link first.

I’m not sure how long this post will be so I’ll just use those keep reading buttons just in case.

I know that it’s stupid to make theories only about the first game and this one when there are sequels but this is just for fun.

I have so many feelings after watching this game’s playthrough.

Opinions on Characters

1) The Runaway Kid (official name)/ Seven (fandom name)/ Sunday (the name I gave him) - okay first of. what the fuck. A horror game version of Frisk gets turned into a Nome? That is so messed up. I thought it was funny how Sunday just hugs random Nomes, but now...

2) Nomes - I have a different opinion of this paper guys now. God now I feel bad about the one that got eaten. I’m glad the developers made the choice of the player hugging them, they deserve it.

3) The Granny - Granny? What...THAT’S WHAT THAT WAS?! GOD, they just upgraded the nightmare fuel.

4) Shadow Kids - What are they? I’m not sure if they’re like the Nomes, maybe a different original species?

5) Six - I have a very different opinion on Six now thanks to context of THAT scene. It’s nothing that I think of her as a monster, it’ll make sense when you get to the theory section.

6) The Flashlight Girl - I’m not sure if this girl is dead or just decided to ditch her flashlight for some reason. I’m itching to know what happened to her.

Theories

1) Visions

This is the second time that a child woke up from a boss fight nightmare. I’m guessing that all children can somehow have future vision powers.

2) She doesn’t know

If I can come up to the conclusion that the Maw is a cannibal restaurant, then so does Six. That scene where she eat the Nome? She probably thinks that sausage is made from child flesh, which is fair, so she either has to choose from a child flesh or a random creature she’s never seen. If Six had known what the Nomes are, I’m pretty sure she would chosen the sausage.

This makes me think that despite her hunger disease, Six is still an innocent kid thrown into a terrifiying place and has no idea what the right decisions she should make to stay alive.

3) He’s still alive.

Sunday, or as you call him as Seven, is still alive and not the one who got eaten. Why? The ending of the first game. There was a Nome that just stared at Six leaving, it was so random.

If that Nome wasn’t him, why would the developers add that scene?

#arrow rambles #little nightmares #theory

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trashieforchannie · 2 years

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Under the Stars - Chapter One

Pairing: Stray Kids’ Bang Chan X Y/N (AFAB)

Word count: 2.6K

Summary: Just moving in on your own was stressful enough, moving out on your own with your very own daughter was even more terrifiying. Lucky for you, an unfamiliar face offered his help. Although awkward, you end up kind of liking him.

Warnings: Single parenting, awkwardness, allusion to death (very brief). Let me know if I missed anything :)

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Putting the last box on the ground of your new apartment, you let out a relieved sigh as you wiped a drop of sweat off of your forehead. The new apartment was bright, windows giving a view of the city in the best way possible. Your living room was sun-soaked, dusk creeping onto you. Turning around, your small blonde-haired toddler, Gabrielle, raised her hands.

“Up mommy! Up!” she was in her high-chair while you were finishing up bringing boxes from your car. Her little pigtails held up high by bright yellow rubber elastics and decorated with butterfly clips. Her smile filled with baby teeth she hasn’t started losing yet. Putting your hands under her arms, you lifted her up from her chair and perched her up on your hip. Her little hands gripped on your exposed bra strap on your elbow. “Mama” was the only word to come out of her mouth after you picked her up.

“Yes baby, it’s mama” you smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “Mama will keep you safe now baby” your eyes twinkled with hope. “We’re starting over together, just the two of us”. Gabrielle leaned on your chest, sucking on her thumb. She was clearly not aware of your situation and how lucky you were to be alone with her. You promised her to take care of her to the best of your ability, never letting anything happen to her. This was finally your chance to start something new.

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You had just finished giving Gabrielle a bath when you heard a knock at your front door. Who could be knocking at this hour? Wrapping your daughter in a cookie monster towel, you picked her up in your arms, ready to confront whoever was disturbing the peace at 7PM. Clearly becoming a mother made you grumpier earlier in the evening: 9PM was the latest you would ever go to bed. Your arm wrapped firmly around your child, you opened up the large door separating you from this stranger. Your face was met with paper, envelopes to be exact, straight at eye level.

“Your mail is STILL coming in my mailbox” said a young man with light brown and curly hair. His eyes weren’t even looking at you, but rather at his power bill that seemed to have come with the rest of your mail. He never bothered lifting his eyes up to look at you.

“Oh, these must be for the old tenants. I’ll give them to the landlord.” You said pinching the envelopes in your free hand while readjusting Gabrielle on your hip. “Thanks”. The stranger lifted his eyes to make contact with yours. His expression changed. He seemed surprised.

“I didn’t realize they had moved out” he gave you an embarrassed chuckle and rubbed the nape of his neck. “My bad, didn’t mean to sound so cold,” he explained. You released a chuckle at his response. “I didn’t really like the old tenants so I kind of just tried to stay cold to them.” He really seemed embarrassed by his actions. “I’m Chan or Chris if you prefer…whatever you prefer” Was he really stumbling over his own name? His cheeks slowly turned a pinkish-red hue. Slipping his fingers in his hair, he flashed you a small smile. “I live right across the hall” he pointed to the door right in front of you, conveniently on the other side of the hallway.

“I’m Y/N, and this is Gabrielle” You replied, moving your eyes towards your daughter. “We just moved in today” Chan glanced at the toddler in your arms and into your apartment, seeing tons of boxes to be unpacked and a crib halfway built in your living room. Out of instinct he offered his help.

“I can help with that crib if you need, it’s probably her bedtime soon” he simply blurted out. His parents had raised him to be friendly and helpful to people in need. Not that he thought you were ‘in need’, but he just thought you’d be able to build the crib faster if he helped. His finger pointed to the half-built off-white crib barely standing in your living room.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to be a bother, I was planning on making her sleep in her playpen until I figured how to build the damned thing” You responded, your turn to blush at the cheeks. Your hand gently squeezed Gabrielle’s chunky thigh.

“Don’t even worry about it, it’ll take maybe 15 minutes” He smiled and showed you the way into your own apartment. Slouching on the couch, examining the crib he went through the instructions to build it in less than 30 seconds. “Alright, this should be easy enough”. He said, starting to screw pieces together, adjusting the height to your preferences and actually making it stand on its legs properly. You placed Gabrielle on the floor to play on her own so you could help Chan hold up pieces upright. As he was putting everything together, he tried to examine your boxes subtly. It seemed like most of your items of furniture were brand new, in unopened Ikea boxes. He thought it was curious you would have a baby, but not actual furniture to use. Although he didn’t question it too much, he just kept thinking about it; or at least he tried, until a pair of small chubby hands grabbed the side of his pant legs.

“Up! Up!” Gabrielle pleaded, her hands pulling on Chan’s pants as she tried to pull herself up on her feet. She made your neighbour smile. He went to pick her up in his arms, but you were faster. Pulling her up and setting her on your hip again, you had an embarrassed look in your eyes. She was still in her cookie-monster towel.

“I’m so sorry, she’s way too friendly for her own good” You tried explaining how your daughter had no sense of ‘stranger-danger’ at all. She’d just go to anyone who seemed friendly to her. It didn’t help that she was absolutely adorable as well.

Chan placed the last screw in the crib and finished it up in exactly 15 minutes, just like he said. You thanked him for his help before offering a cup of coffee.

“Maybe I’ll just go lay her down and I’ll make us some coffee?” You suggested. “I’ll be back in 5 minutes” You promised as you walked away, rolling the crib with your free hand towards the baby’s bedroom.

As you were dressing up Gabrielle, putting a diaper on her bum and slipping her into some zip-up pajamas, you just started thinking about that stranger in your living room. You barely knew him and still, he helped you without an ounce of bother in his eyes. He seemed to enjoy helping you. Was this what real friends do? Not that you were friends, but the idea of friends doing these types of things for you made your stomach churn. Was this really a sign that everything would be better? You sure hoped so.

You placed Gabrielle in her crib with her pacifier stuck between her lips. Plunging your hand in one of the multiple boxes in her room, you fished out her white noise machine and the nanny-camera to keep an eye on her throughout the night. You placed both on an already-existing shelf in the bedroom and ran to the kitchen to prepare a bottle of warm milk for her. As you came into the living area, Chan was already unboxing your ‘kitchen’ labeled boxes. He had a baby bottle with milk prepared for you on the counter. It had fog in it, indicating that he had time to actually heat it up.

Without a word, he simply passed you the bottle and he kept unpacking plates and glasses.

“You really didn’t have to…” You mumbled shyly.

“They were the first items inside the box, I just thought it may help” he explained. “I promise I wasn’t snooping” His eyes grew wide and he shook his hands in his defense. An embarrassed giggle left his lips again “I promise I’m not like that” he rubbed the back of his neck. What was he trying to do? Impress you? Or was he just being friendly? Did he want something from you? How could you be sure of his intentions? This really was something new to you.

“Well…thanks, I really appreciate it” You smiled gently and shook the bottle to keep the powdered milk and water mixed properly. “I’ll be back in a second” you rushed back to your baby’s room, unplugged the pacifier only to plug the nipple on the bottle to her lips. She was ready for the night. Hopefully she will sleep through the night.

You closed the light and the door slowly behind you. No cries yet, that was a good sign. You walked - more like tiptoed - your way back to the kitchen, hoping the flooring wouldn’t crack under your weight. Chan was still there, wiping plates clean before putting them away in the cupboards. His head whipped towards you and you made eye contact.

“Sorry, I’m just putting them where they are in my kitchen” he chuckled and kept going. You really appreciated his help, even though you didn’t need it - or didn’t think you needed it.

“Oh that’s fine, thank you so much for your help” you replied, smiling. Grabbing a plate and a towel to help him, you tried to spark a conversation. “So, how long have you lived here?”

“Just about 2 years now I think” he stated mindlessly. Was he interested in a conversation with you? “What made you move here?” Maybe he was interested.

“Oh you know…family drama” you stated. That was an understatement. But he didn’t need to know. He didn’t need to get involved in your dramatic life. He didn’t need to know the real reason you moved into this building. “I forgot! I promised you coffee!” You exclaimed, reaching into the moving box for a couple of mugs.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s a little late for coffee anyway” he smiled and finished placing the last glass of wine at the very top of the cupboard. “I should probably let you do your own thing then” he folded the towel neatly and placed it on the kitchen counter. Smoothing his shirt flat on his chest, he made his way to your front door. You followed suit, fidgeting with your right index finger. Showing him the way out seemed kind of awkward, but you thought it was the right thing to do. His voice broke the silence between the two of you: “So uhm…” he started. His sentence never ended. He was hoping to ask if you had a boyfriend, or were seeing somebody. Was that weird to ask this early on in your relationship? Was it stepping overboard? Maybe. So he decided against it. “...nevermind” he finished.

You were curious as to what he wanted to say. You didn’t want to push it any further, possibly making him uncomfortable and him running away from you. You offered him a warm smile and opened the door for him.

“So…I guess I’ll see you around” You smiled, slipping a hand in the front pocket of your jeans. “Maybe you won’t be getting my mail anymore” You chuckled, referencing the mail he had brought you earlier.

“I sure hope that doesn’t stop happening” it was like word vomit for Chan. Why would he say such a thing? He had utterly embarrassed himself in front of his new neighbour. “Anyway, welcome to the building, have a good night” he waved at you and walked all the way across the hall to his own door. “If you need anything, you know where to find me” He smiled and entered his apartment, closing the door and leaning on it once it closed. It couldn’t possibly have been more awkward than that. Who did he think he was just rummaging through your box and even getting a bottle ready for you? What if you found him creepy? Oh god. He really hoped he hadn’t broken any unspoken boundaries.

On the other side of the hallway, you were in the same position as Chan: leaning against your front door. Did you scare him away by being a single mother? He DID prepare a bottle, so maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Who would possibly want to be friends or hangout with a single mother like you. Rubbing your temples with both your index fingers, you let out a sigh. This day had been tiring. Moving around, meeting the new neighbour. You had done your fair share of socializing for the day.

Chan shut the curtains to his living room windows and slumped on his couch. Taking his phone out, he noticed the time: 9:00PM. Already? Did he really spend 2 hours of his time with a stranger? He didn’t even notice time coming by. He groaned as he was thinking back on what he told you before he left: “I sure hope that doesn’t stop happening” what in the world was he thinking? He didn’t even know you and you, him. That was the worst thing he could think could ever happen. A notification beeped on his phone, it was Felix, his best friend, starting up the group chat. Before the conversation went anywhere, Chan wrote into the groupchat

“I screwed up guys” that was it. No context. What was he expecting the boys to answer? He wasn’t sure himself, but he was hoping for some advice.

On the other hand, you were in bed in your usual oversized t-shirt and underwear. You wished you had someone to text and talk about the evening you just spent with Chan. You went through your contacts on your phone and could only see 3 contacts: Jake, Mom, Boss. It was a sad sight to witness really. You couldn’t even call your mother, but you tried anyway. Pressing the green button on the screen to start a call. It rang 5 times before going to voicemail.

“Hi there! You’ve reached the voicemail of the best mom in the world! Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you and have a great day!” It went on before beeping in your ear. Tears came up in your eyes, threatening to come out if you didn’t stop them. Unfortunately, you were powerless. They just started streaming down your face.

“Hey mom…uhm…I made it. I made it on my own. Gabrielle is with me. You’d be so proud of her. She’s almost walking. I also met someone. I think you’d like him. He’s shy but seems nice. I miss you mom, I wish you’d see all of this…Please call me” you just went on as you cried. “I love you” came out of your lips before you hung up. Plugging your phone to its charger, you left it on the floor as you flipped over on the mattress that was set in the middle of your bedroom. You wiped the tears off your cheek and grabbed the nanny camera screen to see how your baby was doing. She was fast asleep with her hands on her face. A weak smile came across your face. Pressing a gentle kiss on the screen, you closed your eyes “I love you baby” you whispered to your daughter. Sandman came quickly for you that night, without you even noticing.

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