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ok now that some time has passed and i feel more normal after a day of screaming with my friends, i'm starting to gather my thoughts.
there are a lot of theories out there already. some say the torchbearer we see isn't real and just blurry trying to trick clancy, others say it's a recent memory before they approached dema.
i'm gonna analyze clancy's pov thus far (this will get long, apologies):
we've known clancy has been in a very vulnerable state of mind for a while. the clancy album is, from beginning to end, a story about relapsing into harmful old habits and mindsets. this prolonged manic episode starts as soon as he comes down from the high of seizing for the first time back in voldsoy. he feels in control of something for once in his life. the line between morality and the end justifying the means begins to blur as he starts using the citizens as a way to get into dema and begin a revolution from inside the walls. this power, this control, it starts to intoxicate him. he feels overly confident in his newfound abilities, and this leads to overcompensating for the scared boy he used to be.
âI'm not as scared as I used to be. Their mystery begins to fade as a method to defeat them becomes more clear. I no longer feel powerless. I can outsmart them. This new power of psychokinesis worked, and I believe it can work again.â
â Clancy's journal. 024 02MOON 09.
âI found a way in. A way they'll never suspect, and a way they'll never understand. Everything about our cause is so hard for them to understand, but so close to the hearts of the glowing resistance. I can reach them all. I can recruit everyone with eyes that see beyond the horizon. I can teach them.â
â Clancy's journal. 024 02MOON 28.
but suddenly, we learn that the torchbearer, who has been loyally following clancy everywhere, isn't the same one who has been standing all the way across the paladin strait. or rather, it is a guide, a projection, as we later learn from tyler himself. torchbearer exists, but in the same way that clancy has finally found his powers, torch has been using his own. this puts a wrench in the plan. all of a sudden, clancy starts to rethink everything that's happened so far. was any of it real? was his mind playing tricks on him? did he hallucinate his companion for years? had his abused and tired mind, after years of smearings from the bishops, finally began to crack under the weight?
but most importantly, could he, despite all they'd been through together, truly trust torch?
why do i come to this conclusion? in one of the unused lyrics from digital remains, we see the following excerpt:

âBreaking alliances over the silences from ignited torches when the battle had begun.â
something broke along the way. the blind trust clancy and torch once shared had been, in a way, breached. clancy's mind is more vulnerable than ever, susceptible to the bishops' control. to nico, to blurry.
The evidence I planted on purpose
in another lyric from the unused song "drag path", we see clancy refer to himself as "useless", "worthless", "defenseless", his disappearance being a "minor inconvenience" for torch, just "a set back", as he waits to be rescued, "on the off chance" torch feels "compelled" to save him once again:
âA drag path etched on the surface
I'm here again, conscious but defenseless / worthless
A drag path thatâs on etched the surface
The off chance that you feel compelled to save me again
A setback, for you, just a minor inconvenience
Iâm confident youâll find me
I dug my heels next to each other
As evidence for you to discover
A drag path that leads to my prison
Iâm confident youâll find meâ
it is clear that clancy's self worth has taken a major hit, and he is no longer sure of his importance in torch's life, or in the rebellion's plan. "feeling the reality that everybody leaves", he sings in navigating, despite the fact that torch's touch, even through a projection, was enough to guide him back home.
torch attempts to communicate with clancy, to reassure him that he had in fact never left his side, despite his physical body not being there.
âI see the weathering on your face, and the journey you've been on. Although we were away, I hope you now know that I've never left you. [...]
Covering you, TB.â
â Letter from Torch to Clancy | FPE Minnesota + FPE Columbus N3
however, this letter ends up most likely intercepted by the bishops, as we saw in the FPE. there is a big possibility that clancy has never read it.

clancy's erratic and manic behavior starts to get noticed by the other banditos. some seem excited at the showcase of this power, but others question clancy's methods:
âNico's power is the element that has given Dema and Vialism such an iron fist. More power, even if it's Clancy's power, will corrupt the movement we've fought so hard to bring to Dema. We are all one people, and people striving for hope and victory, not more tyranny. Clancy must know that!â
â Letter from Magnus to Baldur | FPE Bologna, Italy + FPE Manchester, UK
all of this brings us to the line:
My body's on the line now
I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
Did I disappoint you? Will they still let me over if I cross the line?
Take a seat, but I'd rather you not be here for
What could be my final form
Stay your pretty eyes on course
Keep the memories of who I was before
clancy is beginning to realize that there is no other way to destroy the bishops and reclaim dema than to put himself in harm's way. in a last moment of tenderness, he asks torch to remember him as he was, and their time together, but to keep moving forward no matter what.
torch, however, is having none of it:
CLANCY,
NEVER FORGET THE CRIES OF YOUR PEOPLE. NEVER FORGET THE RAW FEAR THAT FUELED YOU, OR THE REBELS THAT MADE YOU WHO YOU ARE TODAY.
WE ARE ALL ONE. WE DESTROYED THEM SO THAT WE DIDN'T BECOME THEM.
WE MUST DO BETTER, CLANCY. WE MUST DO BETTER.
TB
â Letter from Torch to Clancy | FPE Hamburg, Germany
the tone is desperate, he is clearly trying to bring clancy back from the brink.
clancy replies to him, colder than ever, in a very worrisome letter depicting how his manic behavior has reached its peak:
TB,
The crown is heavy, but I can carry it. This city needs hope, and I alone can give it to them. But the city needs to feel powerful again, and snap out of the lifeless obedience they've been trapped in. I can give it to them. I gave them hope. I will be their example of absolute power. I feel alive again.
â Clancy
â Letter from Clancy to Torch | FPE London, UK
this feeling of euphoria, reminiscent of a manic episode, can only end in one way: crashing back down. backsliding, if you will.
it's possible that what we see in paladin strait, clancy climbing the tower alone and torch worriedly glancing back, is a detour from the original plan.
and finally, this brings us to the contract. we begin where we left off, nico choking clancy. he closes his eyes and we witness how he tries to fight off nico's control over his mind. the mv is a series of disorienting, confusing, twisted images, a hazy nightmare. red eyes surrounding him and torch, possibly depicting the glorious gones, or us as the audience, being controlled by blurry.

the leaves and the storm from the backslide mv, depicting a battle inside clancy who's trying not to relapse, not to succumb to nico's power

the lyrics are frantic, they show us a glimpse into clancy's mental state: sleep deprived, on edge, paranoid, obsessing over when and how blurry will attack.
My hallucination I used to see, it felt so real
clancy has convinced himself that their connection, their alliance, has been severed, their paths diverged. he doesn't trust his own mind anymore, if he ever did, and now reality starts to blur with dreams and hallucinations.
But now I plead, just take the deal
I promised you a contract
this is sung directly to torch, pointing at him. clancy promised torch a long time ago that he would go along with the plan, he would use his power to reclaim dema and defeat the bishops once and for all. but as said earlier, clancy realized that torch's methods would be futile if their goal was to succeed. there is no winning without him using all of his available power, even if it means losing himself along the way. so now he pleads for torch to take this deal. it isn't ideal, it isn't their initial plan, but a compromise must be reached.
in turn, this also works with torch offering clancy his jumpsuit, his rebel jacket. he promised him freedom, the only thing he has to do is take the jacket back and step away from the precipice, it doesn't have to be this way. we've seen clancy refuse it once, but we don't know if this is an scenario he imagined, or a distorted memory. we, just like clancy, cannot trust his mind anymore (if we ever could in the first place.)
the only thing that's left to see is what clancy will choose, what his next move is, and if the weight of this insurmountable power will be enough to completely corrupt him.
#twenty one pilots#twenty one pilots lore#breach#breach era#clancy#torchbearer#mine: theory#LISTEN i could be completely wrong with this#maybe everyone else is right and i'm just a dumbass#but that last line directed at torch???#that means SOMETHING#y'know what let's also tag this under#clancybearer
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"I don't think I could have the relationship with you that you have with me," she said. She was very casual about it, and I was immediately on the defensive.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
She put the book she'd been reading down. "It's just, the way you've described it, and the vibe that I get, I don't think I could do it how you do it."
"I still don't know what that means," I said.
"You're always doing this like ... micro calculation thing," she said. "You weigh your words. You try to time things. You have never once called me up while I was at work, or asked me for something when it was inconvenient for me, and you check and double check that you're not being a nuisance."
"And ... that's bad?" I asked.
"No, I love that about you," she said. "It's very kind and considerate. I know that if I tell you I'm not in the mood to hang out, you'll apologize and not push it. If you suggest that we get pizza and I say I'd rather have Korean BBQ, you fold instantly and we get Korean BBQ. I like that. I get the things I want. But it seems like an exhausting way to deal with people."
"I want you to be happy," I said with a small voice.
"I am happy," she replied. "You're great. You remember when we first got together I was like 'hey, look, if you want pizza, we can get pizza, it's just not what I'm in the mood for', and you kept insisting that you didn't care, that you would rather have me follow my needs? And I just thought, 'you know, maybe I should just trust that's what they actually feel'. And it is, as far as I can tell. There's not some secret part of you that wants me to break your way."
"You think I'm ... a simpering coward?" I asked. Even as I said it, it felt too accusatory, the wrong thing to say in the situation.
"Whoa, no, not at all," she laughed. "I think you do all that stuff because ... I don't know, you want to? Because otherwise why would you do it? It's how you are with every aspect of your life, you're a tryhard. I mean you said to me that you wanted to reclaim the term. Your relationship with me is that you're a tryhard (affectionate)."
"And you're ... not?" I asked.
"I'm not that way with anyone," she replied. "You know why I hang out with you so much? It's 'cause I like you. Most days, I am very much in the mood for you, and if you ask for a meetup, I'll say yes, and if you don't ask for one, then I'll ask you first. And for you ..."
"What?" I asked.
"It's like ... you're keeping track," she said. "You want to make sure that you're not sending me more messages than I'm sending you. You're balancing social micro stuff that I don't pay attention to. You're consciously monitoring how much each of us has said and making sure it's the right number of words or whatever."
"It's really not about the number of words," I replied. "It's more ... making sure that social and emotional labor is equitable, that there's a good rhythm to the conversation. I don't think you'd get good results by tracking word count."
"But see, I don't do any of that," she said. "I talk because I feel like talking. I listen when you need to vent because I like you and it feels good to give you an outlet. I mean you are undoubtedly putting in a bunch of work, and for me, there's no work. That's all I meant, really."
"You've thought about it," I said.
"Oh, I'm just reading this book, and there are two characters like us in it, and I was like 'yes, exactly', and then 'that would not work for me'." She shrugged.
"And if I stopped 'putting in the work'?" I asked. "Would we still be ... friends?"
"See, I don't know," she said. "Because that's never who you've been. You're asking me if I would still be friends with you if you changed your personality and how we interact with each other. Maybe? Probably? Who knows? Maybe we'd be better friends somehow. Maybe we're just two basically compatible people, and every time you've ever worried about anything it would actually have been completely fine."
"Or maybe it's load-bearing," I said.
"Maybe!" she replied with a smile that slowly faded. "You okay?"
"I'm thinking," I said. I didn't know if I could verbalize what I was thinking in a way that would be palatable.
"Do you not like being this way with me?" she asked. "Because I have never asked you to. I've made my preferences known, but if you've been bending yourself into knots and feeling a burden, then ..."
"No," I said, because I knew it was what she wanted to hear. "No, I like the way things are between us."
"Good," she smiled. "I do too."
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Okay, but bonten with like a SUPER soft gf. Like, we talk like cry on every sad movie ivies with an animal to be specific). Takes things other says to heart. Often like cry over small things and stops to pet EVERY single animal she sees.
Feel free to ignore if you donât feel like doing this one đ I know itâs lowkey weird.
Bonten with a soft gf!
Characters: rindou, ran, kaku, mikey, sanzu, kokonoi
fluff / no tw / wc: 900+
Note : no way it's so cute don't ever worry !! I love it, thank you sm ! I dispatched it between all the characters. I hope it's fine.
m.list | rules
Rindou never minded more than that the fact that you cry a lot. He loves it a lot and it makes him chuckle and laugh more than anything else. He's always there to wipe your tears away when you cry when the dog dies in the movies, or when you tear up at any inconveniences. You wear your heart on your sleeve, you're sensible, the opposite of him, and he cares and loves you for that.
Yet he's the first one to draw a radical line the second you get hurt, in any way, by someone. It's silly and fun until some abuse it and use it against you or to hurt you. He will find who did this, who made you cry and will burn their house down.
Sanzu sighs a lot when you decide something was wrong when he, in fact, didn't care. Yet his heart always skips a beat when he hears you speaking louder than you usually do, mad at people treating him poorly. He listens to you for a while before he finally steps in and holds your hands when he's feeling cheesy, or your elbows when he's a bit tired or high.
"Babe, it's really nothing. Don't worry yourself like that, you'll get wrinkles." He honestly makes you laugh every time, or at least confort you that he doesn't care about anyone's opinion besides yours. And oh how much you love and care for him everyday, he can't even doubt it. He wished you'd stop hurting yourself over things like this, but recognize that your sweet nature is definitely what he loves the most about you.
Ran laughs at you when you get offended for nothing. It can be about something going your way to work to you spiking your coffee on the counter. It's his own comic relief of the day when you're stroming around, a deep frown on your face making you look like a small, angry animal but still defenseless. His laughter always makes it worse, without mentioning his venom filled remarques, to make fun of your overreacting nature. To the point you can cry and not speak to him for hours â but for sure mentioning it all to Rindou.
Ran hates it when you team up with him, because you wouldn't talk to him but Rindou would, on the other hand, mention you and everything you told him to Ran. He's always making the first step to you and apologizing with probably a hundred wroth bouquet and your favorite snacks â promising you he'll never do it again, when he will most certainly do it again.
Seeing you enjoying small things about life is the reason why Mikey kept you around at first, you reminded him of his younger self and his friends at that time. Every time you stop to pet a stranger's dog, a small smile shows on his lips, one you rarely get to see even if you're always the reason for it.
You listen to him so carefully the few times he does talk to you, it makes him feel alive again. You're doing most of the talking and you're always so sorry to take this kich when that's what he loves about you. He makes sure to tell you that he likes it from time to time, just to be sure you won't stop. Your heart is so soft and warm, welcoming him every time you see him again with new facts you learn and an unconditional love that overflows everywhere, and he gets the chance to be showered with it every time.
Kokonoi gets used to you stopping all the time the second you catch the glimpse of a stay animal. So he instinctively adds ten minutes to every trip you two have to do, even if it's only to walk to his car because there's a few stray cats in the parking lot and he's sure you're gonna stop or even wait for them to walk out from their hide spot.
But he just can't bring himself to get impatient when your eyes light up at the sight of the small cats. The way you jolt in joy when their cold nose finally touches your hand, and you look up to him with the softest smile he ever had the chance to witness. Yes, you're usually late, but he just had to snap a picture of you with the white kitten and everyone is accepting the fact that those ten minutes of your happiness are worth the delayed meetings.
Kakucho's always there to rub your back when you cry in front of a movie. He never sees why you cry particularly, but always listen thoughtfully to what you have to say about it. He brings you tissues, sometimes even wipes your nose for you and lets you dive into his arms when a character you like dies. He can't help but tell himself how sensible you are every time, but also how he loves that. You bring him back to his human nature and what it is to be emphatic about normal things, far from his rough life where his life is at risk every time he steps outside the door.
To that, he hopes he'll never be the reason for your tears, and that he'll always be there to wipe them away and shush you down.
Sorry its rather short, tell me if you want a particular hc with one or a whole os.
Let me know if you liked it !
#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers hc#tokyo revengers imagine#tokyo revengers headcanon#bonten x reader#tr x reader#bonten fluff#tr fluff#tokyo revengers fluff#sanzu x reader#kokonoi x reader#rindou x reader#ran x reader#rindo haitani x reader#haitani ran x reader#mikey x reader#kakucho x reader#kaku x reader
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Remember Me! Epilogue
(Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader)
Epilogue bc apparently the ending of part 2 left yâall in shambles đ
Characters might be OOC!
Part 1, Part 2
The night was calm, a cool breeze hovered over the Pure Vanilla Kingdom as if it was a veil to cover such a peaceful kingdom that was always filled with happiness, laughter, and grace. Despite all positives, it seems like you were dealing with the negatives. You have woken up due to terrible dreams. It werenât nightmares no, no- it seemed like the witches just wanted to make you feel even more guilt than you had before once in the past; when you helped the witches sealed your dear close friends who fell into corruption. So ever since the encounter of Shadow Milk Cookie and the duel, you were in a never ending restless state.
âY/N Cookie?â A soft voice whispered with care, as if worried such a sound would break the most delicate and fragile silence. You barely even turned around because you knew who it was, it was Pure Vanilla Cookie standing there behind you with a face of worry. After all you have been staying inside of the Vanilla Castle ever since Gingerbrave Cookieâs group have all met you, so thereâs no doubt Pure Vanilla Cookie could have noticed something that has changed ever since their travels to Beast Yeast.
âHmâŚmorninâ Pure Vanilla Cookie EsquireâŚâ You mumbled to match the low and quiet voice.
âHave you not rested?â Pure Vanilla Cookie asked as he examined your figure closely, you chuckled hollowly.
âIâm afraid not sire, I apologize for such inconveniencesâŚâ you whispered tiredly and softly.
âNo need to apologize, although may I ask what has been up in your mind as of late?â Pure Vanilla Cookie asked as he walks towards where you were, admittedly- you looked like a normal civilian due to Pure Vanilla Cookie awakening his Light of Compassion form. Truly the roles seemed to have been reverse as if a there was a god like being standing next to a normal cookie.
âAdmittedlyâŚI canât help but feel the same guilt that I felt many many years agoâŚback when the rest of the Virtues have been imprisoned,â you started as Pure Vanilla Cookie nodded. âHowever just like last time I too had to do what was right in the situationâŚand I knew Shadow Milk Cookie wouldnât listen an ounce of what we would sayâŚhe is ignorant; only believing what is true in his eyes and not others- even if such truth are just delusions to help him believe more,âÂ
âHmmâŚâ Pure Vanilla Cookie hummed with a small smile, you waited impatiently for his answer but it seemed like he was just purposely doing thisâŚfor what reason? You do not knowâŚanyways you decided to do something youâve been avoiding for quite some time.
âPure Vanilla Cookie,â You broke the awfully long silenced as he hummed. âI shall be on a journey, I wish for you or anyone to not seek for me for this is a journey I must deal alone,â you left instantly without waiting a response, but you failed the noticed the widened toothy smile Pure Vanilla Cookie gave to you as you disappeared from his view.Â
It seems that no matter what, you always end up back at the spire. The spire has been broken down, abandoned with no owner, torn down into pieces- yet the spire looks just as glorious as the days when you first saw it despite how worn down it is. You walked along the garden, the same garden you have walked along for centuries- although just like the spire, it has been ruined, dirtied, stumbled, and destroyed. Everything about the spire held a special memory in your heart, yet although it fills you with such pleasant memories there was always a spot of guilt that stains it all.
âWhy hello thereâŚI didnât expect a visitorâ a calm gently voice is heard, you turned around to see nothing. Truly you were sure you werenât going insane over this- but maybe you knew the owner of the voice was? Even then you didnât want to confront said person so you ignored the voice. âUmm HELLOOO? I am talking to you!â The voice seemed louder and chaotic compared to how it sounded before but as expected there was no one. So you kept walking along the broken path of the garden. But then suddenly two hands gripped your shoulders firmly as they turned you around and you were met with a face of a very angry Shadow Milk Cookie. âHELLO? I was TALKING to you and you just didnât reply?â
âI apologizeâŚIâm not reallyâŚâ you paused before you carefully picked your next words âI couldnât see or find you so I thought it was voices from the spireâŚâ Shadow Milk Cookie looked at you oddly but with a curious sly smile.
âAre you seriously lying? To me? The Virtue of Deceit? Oh how enlightening this isâ Shadow Milk Cookie smiled darkly. âOh how you always spoke with truth that spoiled your mouth rotten! But here you are! Lying to me? Your good old friend? I know you better than that Y/N Cookie yet you dare lie? How unusual of you!â He mocks as he laughs while you stood there with no thoughts.
âI justâŚdidnât expect thee to be hereâŚâ you started. âI assumed you went into hiding and-â but then suddenly your mouth got covered by a finger.
âShhhhâ Shadow Milk Cookie hushed. âLetâs enjoy the night shall we?â He smiled. Indeed, it was tempting offer but you couldnât face Shadow Milk Cookie the same as you did before pre-corruption. His face, the way it smiles back at you and glowed along with the moonlight radiating his featuresâŚhe looks the same the day you lost him from the imprisonment. The memories all started flowing back to you, like a very fast record tape- It didnât take long until the years of keeping the guilt piled up in your heart to finally spill out. You were in deep sorrow, tears kept dripping down your face, you hugged yourself as you cried while Shadow Milk Cookie just looked at you in shock. What could he say? How was he even supposed to react to this? You, his calm, patient, and enduring friend- cryingâŚ? Crying?âŚcrying? He has never seen you in such deep sorrow. âH-hey! Whatâs with the sad face friend? Could it-â he was cut off with the intensely fast repeated mumbled of âIâm sorryâ.
âIâm sorryâŚâ You sniffled as you tried to hold both of his hands as you hiccuped from the overbearing guilt. âIâm- Iâm so so sorryâŚâ Shadow Milk Cookie just floated and stared. âI wish- I wish I could have saved youâŚand the others- yet it was my fault I have left you allâŚI have betrayed my friendsâŚand instead of confronting it and dealing with the truth- I have ignored realityâŚI have made myself to believe in delusions- a reality to where I shanât believe it would exist- to ignore a past that held importance to my heart; I thought I was doing the right and helped the witches imprison you all- yet my heart burns with pain, guilt, and sorrowâ you explained as you cried, tears kept falling like a waterfall, it was never ending. âI wish to ask one thing Shadow Milk CookieâŚwould you forgive me? For what I have done to youâŚto Eternal Sugar CookieâŚto Burning Spice CookieâŚto Mythic Flour CookieâŚto Silent Salt Cookie- just all of you!â
âWellâŚâ Shadow Milk Cookie started âI did had a script going since I was going to try to corrupt you so you could join us but it seems that act will go into the trash can,â he smiled sadly, because you see the plan was to find you all alone here and since there would be no one near the area he would have taken advantage to your terrible mindset as you have currently as it will effectively make the corruption easier to shape and commute. However he didnât expect it to be thisâŚbad- after all he knew you had strong will and was strong in every aspect; yet here you are crying in his arms whispering apologies like a broken record, he didnât expect the guilt that has been eating you alive would be this bad. He also didnât expect the real truth that spoke from your tongue; indeed all the virtues believed you rebelled, you were somehow manipulated from the start, you, their beloved friend was made to perish them in the beginning- yet here you are apologizing and acknowledging your faults.Â
âItâs alright Y/N CookieâŚreally donât take it to heartâŚâ Shadow Milk Cookie calmly and slowly forgave. âAlthough I should also be sorry for just- um- well- forcing you to try to join me I suppose- I just really missed youâŚand I didnât want to lose you again- and I knew how much that dream meant to you but I was trying to stop you from continuing it because I knew from my experience it would be hopelessâ He apologized as you looked at him with your teary eyes.
âItâs alrightâŚI suppose I was going to see the truth of the past sooner or laterâŚwhether it was forced upon thy eyes to see or it would have been through an adventure where I would have dealt it alone,â You whispered as you forgave. You and Shadow Milk Cookie hugged each other in comfortable silence, in the mist of the broken, tattered garden of the worn down spire of knowledge. Indeed the memories of the past has gathered and stay, you both laughed heartedly as you both watched the luminous face of the moon going down as both of yours and Shadow Milk Cookieâs souljams shined along with the stars that twinkled in the night started to fade in the distance.
âYou seemed more bright and happier than usual Y/N Cookie!â Ginger brave Cookie explained as you smiled with your lance at hand.
âAh foresooth Gingerbrave Cookie Esquire! For Thy had such a wonderful and ingenious dream!â You exclaimed with stars shining in your eyes.
âOh? What is this dream you so speak of Y/N Cookie?â Pure Vanilla Cookie smiled at you gently as you faced at him for a bit.
âUmâŚwellâŚâ You started as you sweated a bit âPerhaps such a dream must be kept secret- perhaps it shanât to become true- I apologize Pure Vanilla Cookie Esquire!â You apologized loudly, probably almost shaking the forest.
âAhâŚitâs no worries but I bet it was a lovely dreamâ Pure Vanilla Cookie reassured.
âForesooth Pure Vanilla Cookie Esquire,â you said softly as you smiled âfor it was a dream that was meant to be granted from the startâ you finished as you held a brooch that had accents of blue, black, and white- a bit of gold and clearly held a close resemblance of a certain playful cookie.
Fin
I DEFINITELY WROTE SHADOW MILK COOKIE SO OOC BC WHAT WAS THAT đ
So admittedly I wanted to get the reader to comfort Shadow Milk Cookie cuz he was the one who was supposed to like crash out emotionally to the reader but I blanked out and somehow switched the roles for that section and I really didnât want to rewrite that whole thingđ Iâm sorry guys!
Like the plan was Shadow Milk Cookie was supposed to isolate the reader near the spire and try to feed the reader sweet deceit all over again to try to get them corrupted but then realizes the plan wasnât working so then Shadow Milk Cookie like crashes out and becomes an emotional mess and then reader comforts them- but CLEARLY that didnât happen đ
Anyways I had an essay due but I said nop time to write this instead
Also Iâm feeling a bit artsy, maybe next post would be a drawing? Give me ideas please ( ´âď˝)
Or maybe itâll be another fic but an evil au, one where Y/N Cookie actually followed the script and fell into corruption like the other Virtues (might come in like waaaay later)
Tag list: @donnie-is-da-best @floweriya @haveneulalie @isak-sillydemon @f4nd0msl0v3r @sillysprinkel @kur1kur1chan
#cookie run kingdom#cr kingdom#crk#shadow milk cookie#shadow milk cookie x reader#shadow milk cookie x y/n#shadow milk crk#shadow milk x reader#shadow milk x y/n#shadow milk x you
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Bliss In Vegas
Summary: The team landed a mission in Las Vegas, because what could possibly go wrong in the worldâs most innocent city, right? Fast forward through a whirlwind of chaos, and somehow no one got hurt⌠but you woke up in bed with Adrian, nearly naked, and two ring pops on your fingers.
Warnings: 18+ Brief smut, hand stuff, spit stuff, alcohol consumption, crude language, I guess thatâs it? (Morning breath! Iâm so fucking sorry, it was all I could think about when I was writing this. Just ignore it exists for a while O_o)
Word count: 4.4k
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Note: Adrian in tighty whities with beer all over him made me incredibly feral and ready to finish this little thing I started a few months ago. Eh, it is something I guess? I just wanted to get over it.
And listen, I have never written about any of the other 11th Street Kids before, except for Adrian; apologies if any of them feel weird.
You know the saying? What happens in VegasâŚ
âDonât stay in Vegas,â Harcourt sternly noted at the end of her little briefing of the next so-called mission. The fact that they still needed to take care of some stray swarms of butterflies even after terminating the cow was inconvenient, said mildly. âWe do our job and go back, no random stops in any of the facilities.â
Those butterfly survivors would eventually die of starvation, but ARGUS was suspicious of large groupings of them in certain areas. They could be spending their last days together as a species, or maybe, just maybe, theyâre trying to find a way to stay alive and find a new source of food, which was a dangerous idea.
One of those groups was flying free between casinos and strip clubs in Vegas, Nevada. Really troublesome area to be sending this team. It was practically screaming disaster.
âWhy are they sending us? I thought we were done!â Leota protested, exchanging a questioning look with John who was in the same shock as her. Vegas was way out of hand and the last thing she wanted was to spend time away from her wife and furbabies.
âThe official reason is that we are now experts on butterflies when it comes to terminating them-â
âThe real reason is that we are seriously underpaid and weâre a cheap workforceâ Economos interrupted Harcourt in a matter of seconds, saying the real reason for the little trip awaiting you.
Chris with Adrian, on the other hand, were doing their best not to let anyone know how excited they were. You could feel Adrian vibrating out of his skin next to you. No doubt he was already thinking how he and Peacemaker will stop crime, get wasted, and cruise some bitches. The real question was how they would break free from Harcourt's gaze and go astray. âWait, you guys are getting paid?â
One way or another, this outing in Vegas was bound to be legendary.
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The whole mission felt like a dream, after shooting up butterflies it was already too late to be driving back home, so Harcourt allowed crashing at a hotel until morning. You would think everyone felt like you, exhausted after the long trip and crashing little alien bugs, but no.
Chris and Adrian were pretty much excited to be hitting the town, and a person would think Adrian would at least clean his boots that still had alien goo all over them after he cheerily stomped on butterflies all day.
It wasnât just the casinos, bars, and strip clubs waiting to strip lost souls of all their money. On the lit-up alleys, lined up were hustlers with classic shell games, women imitating peacocks adorned with faux gold and feathers, shady watch sellers, and more or less inconspicuous pickpockets. And just like tigers in a zoo, it was best to simply watch them pacing impatiently in circlesâbut anyone who sticks their hand into the enclosure quickly loses it.
All these predators, performing various tricks to catch their prey, prove once and for all that human creativity and the desire for money know no bounds.
In the end, you could not just lie in your hotel bed when Las Vegas was right on the other side of your window, teasing and luring with colorful blinding lights and loud music playing from every corner, the better side of Vegas. Plus the second Adrian put on his puppy eyes and whiny begging tone you were a goner.
How could you say no?
And that was the beginning of the most memorable night you did not remember.
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When you stirred awake you felt too hot and cold at the same time, head pounding and the ringing in your ears didnât make it easier to open your eyes. The strongest hangover you ever had was making itself known, though hangovers usually donât make you feel you are being pushed into the mattress and making your hand sweaty?
No, no, that wasnât sweat, was it?
The morning sun shining into the hotel room immediately blinded you when you tried to open your eyes, but you managed to at least get a look at what was causing at least half of your discomfort.
Adrian.
Nearly naked Adrian lying on top of you.
Adrian that was drooling all over your fingers as he sucked on the ring pop on your finger from his sleep.
What?
His frame completely enveloped your body, transferring his body heat to you and making you feel breathless. Adrian lounged in just his boxers and once you looked around your room you found piles of clothes all over the small cheap hotel room.
His jeans on the ground, glasses on the bedside table, His holey socks hanging from the edge of the bed with⌠your top and jeans? Then whose shirt were you wearing?
Adrianâs room was right next to you, why was he sleeping in your bed?
Too many questions, too little answers.
You tried to gently ease Adrian from your body and roll him to the side, but goddamn, was he heavy. You could try again and again and he just wouldnât budge.
He groaned from his sleep because of your constant nagging but he didnât move an inch, at least he stopped sucking on the lollipop, âStop wiggling, Iâm gonna get a bonerâ. Gods, how could his voice sound so raspy and whiny at the same time?
âAdrian! What are you doing here?â you slapped his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up, which finally worked, he lifted his head while he just barely opened his eyes, blinking away the blurriness of his vision. Those half-lidded green eyes and tousled hair did something for you, it was hard to admit it though.
âI would be sleeping if you werenât slapping me and making my cock hardâ He mumbled nonchalantly and settled back on your chest, nuzzling to your boobs like it was the most normal thing to do. âYour tits are amazing pillow, you know that?â
Another slap. Another yelp from Adrian.
Under different circumstances, you would have enjoyed cuddling with Adrian, itâs not like you were completely resistant to his charm, or whatever that illuminates him, which makes him so enamoring.
But not right now, not when you had no idea how you got to bed, how he got in your bed, why you were almost naked, when your head was pounding, and alsoâŚ
Why did you both have ring pops on your fingers?
You didnât notice it at first, but once you did, it made gears in your head turn really hard to put one and one together. You took his hand in yours, studying his blue raspberry ring pop and comparing it to your strawberry one, but other than the fact yours was way smaller and wet from Adrianâs constant sucking, nothing stood out.
And Adrian didnât even notice something was on his finger until you lifted his hand. Unbothered king. He was getting on the rest of your nerves that remained after the wild night.
âOh my god! Twinsies!â How was he so cheery in the morning? He must have drunk a similar amount of alcohol as you did, but it seems his body doesnât believe in hangovers.
When you started pushing him from your body again, he finally rolled off onto his back with a loud huff. What a way to wake up, hangover in a Vegas hotel. The only thing missing was an Elvis impersonator singing under the balcony. âThank you, thank youâ he would mumble with that deep voice as you would throw a few cents at him.
Adrian laid still extremely close to you, shoulders touching and all, and stared at the ceiling with a dumb smile on his face while you were panicking next to him. How did this happen?
âDo you remember anything?â
âNope.â
âArenât you concerned?â
âNope.â
âDo you think we fucked?â
âNah, you would have felt it.â
âYou mean with that thimble of yours?â
He just snorted, tilting his head to the side to laugh right in your face. You didn't even have the energy to question what was so amusing about his thimble dick. But for that moment of Adrian laughing at you for no apparent reason, it felt like a normal day. Like you were back at HQ, relaxing on one of the worn-out couches with Adrian in his armor beside you, chatting about something ridiculous while polishing his knives and rolling his head to look at you, trying not to smile.
However, it all vanished away when Adrian lifted and knelt on the bed and a bunch of casino chips started falling from his boxers. Chip after chip pooling around his thick thighs. And it looked like he was surprised in the same way you were.
The right question would probably be why he stored his wins in underwear, second, why he went to sleep with them, and the third oneâŚ
âHow did you win so much?â
âMy brother taught me how to count cards, itâs really easy once you get the hang of it. But that doesnât matter right now, what matters is that I need to exchange these crotch doubloons for real money,��� He collected his chips and started admiring them in the morning light shining directly at him. âI am gonna be so rich, dude.â
Those little coins with fluorescent details flooded the room with colorful reflections. Spots of blue, green, red and pink decorated the furniture as well as your skin. If your skin wasnât already buzzing from Adrianâs touch, you would be able to imagine the light tickling you.
âCome on, weâre going to get even more drunk to celebrate me being a fucking millionaire,â Adrianâs face lit up, what a fucking sunshine, you wanted to punch him in the face when he grabbed the blanket shielding your lower body from his greedy eyes. The cold air in the room was relentless, enveloping your body and leaving goosebumps in its wake. You could not get a break with the dumbass.
âGoddamn, do you wear this pathetic excuse for panties under your suit?â Adrian let out a wolf whistle and stared right between your legs without any shame. âYou should have told me that sooner!â
Your panties? What was wrong with them?
One blurry look down and you know exactly what was wrong. âThose are not my panties.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI didnât have white lace panties.â
âWait, wait,â Adrian leaned extremely close to your crotch, examining the red embroidery that decorated the hem of mystery underwear. âHere it says⌠Congratulations to the happy couple from Bliss wedding chapel.â
âSay what?â Your eyes nearly bulged out of their eye sockets. The embroidery was a sign of something horribly dooming. White panties from the wedding chapel really werenât a good thing for someone who did not intend to get married. And oh, the horror of wearing something gifted from a drive-through wedding chapel.
âWhat,â Adrian replied to your shocked words with a confused look. It seemed like he did not realize what it meant. Either that or he didnât care at all about being married to his colleague.
âAde, are you even registering what that means?â It was like your heart dropped down to your stomach. Did it mean what you thought it did? Were you fucking married? In Vegas? And without remembering anything?
âOh my god, are you my wife?â He lifted from between your legs, which was fucking painful thing to do when the thing he wanted the most was to be buried between them. His face weirdly lit up, unclear if with shock or happiness, âAm I your husband?â
âNo, that must be some misunderstanding, right?â You jolted up, scrambling out of bed with a bunch of uncoordinated jerks of limbs. It was a miracle you hadnât fallen right on your face. Damn those sweet juicy drinks that weaken your brain!
âWe need to talk with others, they must know something, right?â You were more or less talking to yourself, babbling how it is impossible you got married with freaking Adrian Chase without remembering anything.
Adrian was still too absorbed in those chips on the bed and the ring pop on your fingers. One of his focuses meant he won money, the other that he was married, and the third, pretty, pretty thing in front of him was his wife. He completely ignored your panic, it was whatever.
He never was the kind to believe in fate, but goddamn, he must have done something really good to get all of this in one night.
âAde, are you listening to me?â You almost touched those chips, fingers mere inches away, before you realized that Adrian had these shiny knick-knacks stashed away in his boxers the whole night. Your hand hovered above them, eyebrows furrowed.
âOh, I see how it is,â Adrian watched you with a dumb smile, âAre you afraid of my crotch doubloons?â
âI donât want to touch something that was near your dickâ As simple as that, did he think it was normal?
âSo youâre afraid of my dickâ His smile widened with every word, he had that stupid expression on his face you still couldnât look through. You had wondered several times what was going through his mind at those moments when his face twisted maliciously.
âIâm not afraid of your dick, Adrian.â
âThen touch it.â
âWhy would I be touching your dick?â
âTo prove youâre not a coward.â That stupid face was literally asking to be punched, but would that help your case? He looked abnormally good when he was hurt. âPlus, if we are married, we should consummate the marriage, right?â
âWeâre not in the Middle Ages, Ade, weâre not married and Iâm too hungover anywaysâ
Adrian noted in his mind that you didnât say no because you didnât like him outright, you said you had a hangover. This could mean two things; That you didnât like him and hid it behind a lame excuse of drinking too much yesterday, or that you were actually hangover but did like him.
That must be the case. At least he hoped.
All this time, he was hoping you might get the hint that he liked you. He tried to be discreet, sending small signs like he saw in movies and read on Wikihow.
Make eye contact, look down, hold, slowly look back, look away, soft smile, scratch your neck, lick your lips, make eye contact again, winkâŚ
And all this time you thought he was cursing you across the room when he tried this in team debriefings.
Being discreet was so unlike him, but he hoped it might seem normal, not like his usual attempts at flirting. And that was the problem. Adrian Chase, a guy desperate to share his every thought, sending subtle signs? Who could have caught that? Not you, thatâs for certain.
âI mean⌠What is a hangover anyway? Itâs when alcohol levels in your body drop to zero after heavy drinking. And one way to remedy that is drinking more,â He knew way too much for his own good, though after multiple horrible hangovers, he needed to know what was happening to him.
âMaybe if you finally got laid you wouldnât be so cranky all the time, it's like a hangoverâ He finished his speech with a look that screamed anything but innocent.
Your blood suddenly grew hot, how dare he say you donât have any game? Your hand shot up between his legs, touching him just like he dared you.
You fell right into a trap.
Say what you want about Adrian, he was stupid but not dumb. He hunts down criminals, he must know a thing or two how to trap his victim, how to get what he wants. Right now, he got you right he wanted. On a hotel bed, dressed just in his shirt and wedding panties and your hand on his dick.
Lucky bastard.
And you⌠You were a lucky bastard in a way too.
You could fondle his cock any way you wanted. This image haunted your dreams more than once. And what fool would you be if you didnât take that chance.
Though the surprised look on your face was not something you imagined, when you got a good feel of Adrian âThimbleâ Chase. He was already semi-hard, and it made you wonder what caused it. Was it when you were nudging him in his sleep? Or when his nose caught a whiff of you while reading your underwear testament?
Maybe you would have to spread the word that your now husband was Mr. Definitely not Thimble.
You began running your hand up and down over him, slowly but surely making him even harder than he was. Adrian managed to keep his wide and confident smile just for few seconds. One gentle squeeze on his base, one swipe of your thumb over his covered tip, and he was a goner. His sparkling eyes fluttered closed, and this time, when he licked his lips, it didnât look like he was licking away sauce from pasta at Fennel Fields.
While his hips gently rutted further into your touch, his hands shot to your hips. Strangely, he was slick with his touches, before you even knew it, his fingers were running under the sides of your white lace panties, just oh so desperate to feel your soft skin without anything else in the way.
âIs my tongue still red?â Adrian asked before sticking his tongue out, baring the surface of his tongue colored in deep red. What a weird question to be asking when youâre getting your dick fondled, though at this point you shouldnât be surprised.
âStill very much red, why are you asking now?â
Adrian just grinned and eyed you up like a predator. Something was stirring in his mind.
Before you could ask him for the meaning of his question again, he lifted his hand with the big ring pop on his finger and pushed it into your mouth.
The second flavor of blue raspberry burst on your tongue you couldnât blame him for sucking on your ring pop all night and drooling on your fingers.
While you enjoyed the artificial taste coating your taste buds, Adrian stared at you with a slack jaw and soft whimpers falling from his mouth. âFuck, I wish you were sucking me like thatâ
Suddenly, he pulled away his hand, making you whine at the loss of your lolly. It didnât take long before you had something else to focus on with your mouth though.
He practically lunged at you with his lips, pressing them against yours and setting a pace too fast for your sluggish mind. Adrianâs tongue demanded entrance in your mouth and before you could even register what he wanted, he was pulling at your chin, opening up your mouth for his wandering tongue.
You desperately wanted to match his frenzied pace, it was all too much and yet so good.
Adrian didnât lick around your mouth like you would have expected, no, quite the opposite. He flattened his tongue over yours, making sure surfaces painted in red and blue brushed against each other.
Oh, so thatâs what he was doingâŚ
He wanted to combine them. Red and blue create purple. It would be a beautiful symbol for your new, and very very strange, marriage. Purple can, among other things, symbolize mystery, exactly that clouded over last night. It was still a mystery how you two ended up together. Did it matter anyway?
In the end, he was licking into your mouth like a dog. Panting like one, too.
When he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connected your swollen lips. Stretching, stretching, and stretching until it broke and landed on both of your chins. As you were reaching to wipe it off Adrian latched his lips onto your chin with unseen eagerness. The main idea was to help you with the excessive saliva, though he only made it worse.
He trailed open-mouthed kisses from your chin, across jaw, over cheeks, and ended by your ear, âShould I prove Iâm not afraid of your pussy?â He whispered before licking the shell of your ear. One of his hands trailed the ring pop over your arm, leaving a sticky trail, while the other began prying between your legs.
âWow, look at that,â He dared to chuckle after he slipped his fingers under the crotch of your panties, feeling your heat for the first time. You believed Adrian would comment on how wet you were for him, for Vigilante. But no, of course not.
âYour pussy doesnât have teeth like I thought it would!â
And at that moment you promised yourself you will kill him right after he makes you cum. Not sooner nor later. As a simple warning, you tightened your grip you had on him over the boxers that were, much to your surprise, already stained with precum.
Letâs see how happy Adrian will be when he realizes his wife is a praying mantis in disguise.
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You didnât bite Adrianâs head off after all, he looked too cute after you made him finish in his underwear. That boyish grin, puffy lips wet with your cum after he licked his fingers off with proud bravado, lively eyes that shined almost the same way as his casino chipsâŚ
No, you might just keep him a bit longer.
At least he stopped with his nagging while you took a shower together and dressed in clean clothes. All this time, Adrian watched you like a lost puppy, begging for affection. Each time you gave him a chaste kiss, he stopped whining for a mere second.
While Adrian was hungry for more kisses, and undoubtedly something more, you were actually hungry for some food and coffee or green tea to get you going for the day. So you made your way to the hotelâs small dining room.
Adrian threw all his casino chips on the table between breakfast plates and mugs, they clinked against the ceramics almost too loudly for your poor pounding head.
Everyoneâs eyes fell on shiny colorful chips, Leota put down her butter bread so she could reach for them, thankfully you grabbed her wrist right before she could get her fingers on the chip lying next to her plate âDonât touch that.â
She shot you a questioning look but trusted your judgment. No need to tell her where these chips were, especially if they were in the middle of the table and too close to food.
âDid I get married to Adrian yesterday?â You asked without any humor in your voice, eyes flickering between every single one of those guilty faces of your colleagues. Adrian, though, did not care at all about this little investigation. He was too blissful with married life to even question it.
âIt was one of the weirdest ceremonies I have ever seen,â Leota cracked first, âYou didnât even want me as your bridesmaid! You chose John!â
Your eyes landed on Economos, sipping his coffee to hide from you, âI did my duty wellâ was all he added.
Then you took a good look at others, Harcourt kept staring forward, digging her fork in some scrambled eggs. Chris, on the other hand, was already showing Adrian photos on his phone and Adrian was smiling widely, pointing out small details from your wedding and muttering how beautiful you looked, wearing cheap-looking veil you rented and holding a bottle of vodka instead of a wedding bouquet.
You joined him, and all that anger and confusion blurred for a brief moment. You looked happy in those photos. Laughing, chatting, eyes sparkling like they havenât for a while. Every single photo was suddenly so precious.
Those were your lost memories.
And the way you were holding onto Adrian, so tightly and lovingly⌠All those small details didnât escape either of you. Adrian nudged you with his elbow âWe look good togetherâ.
And you did. You really did.
Flushed, drunk, happy.
With the promise of the team explaining on the way home, you dropped your investigation of last night and settled to finally have some breakfast. Both you and Adrian get the leftovers in the form of yogurt. âSnoozers losers,â Chris added.
It was like you and Adrian had already synchronized, peeling the lid off, and licking some leftover yogurt at the same time. And in the meantime, everyone around the table could get a pretty good look at your purple tongues.
âSee?! See that?â Chris called out way too loudly while pointing at you, âDid you stick your dick in her?â
You nearly choked on your own saliva at that question. Who even asks that? Especially during hotel breakfast? Some people from other tables turned around when they heard it, eager to know what the hell was going on.
But Adrian smiled, lifted his hand and wiggled his digits âJust my fingers.â
A symphony of disgusted noises came from your team, suddenly your yoghurt didnât look as appealing as it should. But hey, maybe there will be a time when you wonât be able to eat yoghurt without thinking of Adrian and his-
âI made sure the guy marrying you didnât have a license for it to be legitimate,â Harcourt finally spoke up, much to the dismay of the rest of the team.
âWhich was a fucking mistake! You know how hilarious it would be if these two goons were married for real?â Chris chimed in with a booming laugh just from the idea of the night of the outing ending in one happy couple, drunk out of their minds.
Weight dropped from your shoulders upon hearing you werenât married for real to Vigilante over there. It was like the air finally cleared, and you could take a deep breath of that crisp morning air. You caught Adrian doing the same, sighing in relief.
But if you were for real, it also stung a little. Somehow, while you made your way to breakfast earlier, you already started planning what to do next. Who will move to whom, when you should go and change your name on your ID to Chase, if you should get rid of your coffee machine so Adrian wouldnât have too much disposal of caffeineâŚ
While you were lost in your head, thinking whenever you were actually happy or sad the dumbass next to you wasn't your partner for real, Adrian simply leaned closer to you and whispered with that dopey smile, âItâs fine. Next time Iâll be marrying you, I want to remember it.â
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Sweet Tea. ⡠Lando Norris



Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: When Lando tries to find forgiveness after an argument through acts of service.
Word Count: 1.3k
Disclaimer/s: established rel, fluff, kinda angstâŚ. ish.
Veraâs Voice! Hi. this was fun to write :3 hope u enjoy mama ^_^ the lando oneshot grind doesnât stop.
The hum of the heating system filled the stillness of the apartment. It wasnât exactly peacefulâmore like tense, suffocating, and heavy.
You sat curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around your shoulders, your phone glowing faintly in your hands. You scrolled aimlessly, not really reading anything, but it was better than thinking about the argument that had left you and Lando in this standoff.
From the corner of your eye, you saw him pacing between the living room and the kitchen. He wasnât saying anythingâhe hadnât since youâd gone quietâbut his restless movements said enough.
He hated silence, especially when it was because of you.
The fight hadnât started as anything serious, just a playful back-and-forth after a long day. But his teasing had crossed a line without him realizing it, and youâd snapped.
âYou donât need to be so dramatic about everything,â He said, half-laughing, when youâd voiced your frustrations about something that had been bothering you for days.
The words had stung, lodging themselves deep in your chest. You didnât know if it was the dismissive tone, the laughter, or just the stress of the week catching up to you, but youâd shut down completely after that.
No sarcastic comeback, no explanation, just cold, steely silence.
And Lando?
He hadnât done much to help himself. Instead of apologizing, heâd groaned, muttering, âOh, come on, donât do this,â as if your feelings were an inconvenience to him.
That was what had really sealed it.
So now you were here, refusing to meet his eyes, letting the silence stretch longer and longer.
From the kitchen came the faint clink of dishes. You glanced up briefly, noticing Lando hunched over the counter, his brows furrowed in concentration.
He was making something.
But what?
You couldnât quite tell.
You wanted to stay madâwanted him to feel the weight of how much his words had hurtâbut curiosity gnawed at you.
Lando wasnât exactly a chef, and him fumbling around in the kitchen was unusual.
A few minutes later, his footsteps padded softly toward you. He stopped just in front of the couch, hesitating before placing a small plate on the coffee table.
Beside it, a steaming mug of tea.
You looked down, your stomach tightening at the sight. It was your favorite treat, carefully prepared just the way you liked it.
The tea even seemed to have the right amount of honeyâhe mustâve measured it out because he always teased you for how sweet you liked it.
âHere,â Hr said quietly, his voice almost timid. âI, uh⌠I thought you might be hungry.â
You stared at the plate for a moment, then looked up at him. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, his lips pressed into a tight line.
âIâm sorry,â He added quickly, before you could say anything. âI was a complete ass earlier. I didnât mean to brush you off like thatâI wasnât thinking.â
You didnât say anything, though the sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. Instead, you reached for the mug, cradling it in your hands.
Lando shifted awkwardly, like he wasnât sure whether to stay or give you space.
After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his messy curls. âI donât like seeing you upset. Especially when itâs my fault. I know I messed up, but I hate thisââ He gestured vaguely between the two of you, ââthis cold shoulder thing. Can we please talk?â
You finally set the mug back down, fixing him with a pointed look. âTalk? Like how we talked earlier and you laughed at me?â
He winced, guilt flashing across his face. âI didnât mean it like that. I thought I was being funny, but I wasnât. I didnât realize how much it was bothering you. Thatâs on me.â
âYou made me feel stupid for being upset,â You said quietly, the words spilling out before you could stop them. âLike I was overreacting.â
His expression softened, and he dropped onto the couch beside you, careful to keep some space between you. âYou werenât overreacting,â He said, his voice low. âI swear, I didnât mean to make you feel that way. I was just being an idiot. You know Iâm terrible at serious conversations.â
âThatâs not an excuse, Lando.â
âI know,â He said quickly. âI know. Iâm not trying to make excuses. I just⌠Iâm sorry. Really. I shouldâve listened instead of brushing you off.â
You let out a soft sigh, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. Part of you wanted to hold onto the anger, to make him sweat a little longer, but the vulnerability in his voice was breaking down your walls.
Lando reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against your knee. âIâll do better,â he sighed, his voice almost a whisper. âI donât want to make you feel like that again.â
You glanced at him, taking in the way his brows were knit together, the way his lips were pressed into a thin line. He looked genuinely remorseful, and your heart softened despite yourself.
âI just want you to take me seriously,â You said quietly.
âI will,â he promised, his hand gently resting on your knee now. âI mean it.â
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then, finally, you let out a small sigh. âOkay.â
His head shot up, hope sparking in his eyes. âOkay?â
âOkay,â you repeated, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. âBut donât think this means youâre off the hook.â
He grinned, leaning in slightly. âNoted.â
You rolled your eyes but didnât pull away when he shifted closer, his hand sliding up to your cheek. âIâm sorry again.â He muttered as he shifted even closer.
You didnât answer, but the way you leaned into him was all the permission he needed. His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, then firmer as you kissed him back.
When you finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips. âAre you still mad at me?â
You laughed, shaking your head. âWhen am I never mad at you.â Rolling your eyes as you slightly joked. âBut, seriously. I am still a little mad.â
He grinned, pressing another quick kiss to your temple before pulling you into a warm hug. âIâll take what I can get,â he murmured, his arms wrapping tightly around you.
As you leaned into his embrace, the weight of the argument melted away, leaving only the warmth of his loveâand the promise to do better.
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MC: ...Huh?
The woman they dated: I'm sorry... for thinking that this would work...
MC: ...
MC: Is there a reason?
The woman they dated: I-I still think you're admirable! B-but I don't deserve someone like you! I hope you understand!
MC: ...
MC: *smiles reassuringly* It's okay.
The woman they dated: I'm really sorry! I hope you have a nice day! *bows and then immediately leaves*
MC: ...
Lucifer and Diavolo: ...
MC: *is working silently*
Lucifer: ...
Lucifer: *decides to approach them*
Lucifer: MC, is everything okay?
MC: ...
MC: *smiles* Yes, why?
Lucifer: It's your day off today. How come you're here?
MC: The date was cancelled.
Lucifer: ...What?
MC: She apologized for the inconvenience. *chuckles*
MC: It seems I'm not ideal as a long-term partner.
Lucifer: Don't say that. Do you remember how we used to argue just to get your attention?
MC: Yeah, but as the saying goes, time has a way of humbling you.
MC: I'm sure that something in me has changed and others could see it.
MC: ...
MC: *tries to cheer themselves up* Anyway, does this report need to be revised?
Lucifer: No. It's fine as it is.
MC: Okay.
Lucifer: ...
Diavolo: ...
Diavolo: Lucifer, you said she was sincere with them. How did it end up like this?
Lucifer: I don't know.
Diavolo: ...
Diavolo: Earlier, MC felt insecure about themselves.
Lucifer and Diavolo: ...
Lucifer: *sigh* This is frustrating.
MC: *spacing out, not noticing Barbatos sitting next to them and staring at them*
Barbatos: ...
Barbatos: MC.
MC: !
Barbatos: *smiles* Is something bothering you?
MC: ...
MC: Just thinking about something...
Barbatos: ...
Barbatos: What is it?
MC: ...
MC: Our previous relationship... Looking back now, you had every right to leave me.
Barbatos: Huh?
MC: Now that I have no emotions attached, I think I can clearly see what went wrong. *chuckles*
MC: Why am I even saying this? Don't mind me.
Barbatos: *feeling a sense of guilt*
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This is from a longer post I wrote about I saw the tv glow but just posting this bit on its own bc of the conversation around the movie I guess:
The point is that this movie is one big glaring trans allegory about how it sucks dog shit to live in the suburbs, and even at our most repressed we find these little snow globes of actualization in the glow of a tv screen that isn't afraid to show you the world you see. I've seen some people say that, like, in this context accepting or coming into your transness is this monumental death of self, which I get, but I feel there lacks a nuance in that because either way Owen is dying. Unlike Maddy who buries herself alive only to come out renewed, Owen doesn't kill himself upon facing the reality that the world is constructed to keep him miserable and the only way out is to take back what it is that the world wants to keep scooped out of him. Instead he just passively lets it drag him to a much more permanent death. This lack of suicide sucks in the kind of way that forces you to sit in your car on the midnight drive home and think to yourself am I letting myself suffocate because at some point knowing the misery became less scary than admitting I've been capable of doing something about it the whole time?
Maddy is an out lesbian who left town to escape the misery and found it strapped to her ankles. She slinks out, an animal pressed against the gymnasium floor, and says "I'm not telling you anything you don't already know." Owen looks into the camera and narrates. He cuts himself open with a box cutter, fully acknowledges what's there, and the movie ends with his suffocating apology parade for the unremarkable inconvenience of his excruciating suffering. You can be gay and trans, you can know it and you can stop repressing it, but you're not going to stop suffocating until you can find a way to destroy the part of you that truly deeply does want to die, reaching for the comforting euthanasia of normalcy. Stop visiting the dream of the life you want and make it into your reality with the same kind of unrepentant conviction seen in some underfunded but wildly ambitious teen television series. In other words: you must try to survive the ego death of being weird. A weirdo, who doesn't fit in and doesn't want to fit in.
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â this love is glowing in the dark.

sevika week 2025: phantom pains, day 5.
synopsis: sevika has spent most of her life not asking for help, pushing it away even. but when the time came where the pain became too much to bear, she looked to you for salvation.
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tags: TONS of angst but with comfort, mentions of injury and recovery.
note: happy day 5 of sevika week, loves! for todayâs prompt I chose phantom pains and I really like this one because I was able to explore more of sevikaâs struggles with the loss of her arm. so I hope you guys like this too!
she doesnât want you to see her like this.
she knows her moments of weakness wonât make you love her any less. in the time that you two have been together, youâve witnessed each other at your highest and at your lowest, and youâve told her time and time again the same exact thing:
âI wonât go anywhere just because there are days where you donât feel like your best. you do so much for others already, you donât need to be everything all at once. especially when it comes to me.â
and sheâs held onto that promise very dearly, but sheâd be lying if she said that just because you told her youâd love her in spite of her short comings doesnât mean sheâd allow herself to show them to you.
then the incident happened.
when you got the news, you wanted to tear silco a new one. bury him six feet under if you had to, because the sight that greeted you when ran informed you about the explosion and what it did to sevikaâs arm, it took everything in you not to break down in tears when you rushed into singedâs lab and saw her lying motionless on the metal bedding where singed performed his surgery.
you had to be physically pulled back when you tried getting to her.
your eyes were bloodshot and narrowed into slits as silco met your fiery gaze with a look of controlled sympathy.
âI apologize for the inconvenience, but rest assured singed will do everything in his power to fix the situation,â he said, referring to her injury as if it was the common flu.
your jaw fell open âinconvenience? inconvenience?! she lost her fucking arm, silco! sheâs unconscious for crying out loud! I canât believe youâd let something like this happen to her! I canât fucking believe you!â
he let you scream, cry and curse at him until you lost your voice because he knew it was your only way of showing contempt, because anything else was risky - and even you knew that. so you screamed until your throat stung and ran dragged you out of the lab and back to the last drop.
rubbing your back as you cried into your hands, offering their support.
âhey, itâs okay.â ran reassured âsheâll get through it, sheâs strong.â
âitâs not about being strong, ran. but this has gone too far. silco knows how much sevika wants to be of use and he fucking took advantage of that. now she played martyr and it caused her so much more than what she shouldâve been willing to sacrifice for him,â you spat out, venom dripping from your words.
ran gulped, not knowing what to say âand I understand that, but itâs not like thereâs anything we can do.â
you hated the way they said it, like it was a lost cause. as if everything that happened couldnât have been prevented when you know if you had been there, nothing wouldâve happened to her.
but you know her. itâs not like this was out of character for sevika, sheâs always been sacrificial, not knowing her limits, and it infuriated you because you knew this attitude of hers was eventually going to lead her down a path she wonât be able to undo.
and you were right.
but still, despite your frustrations you stayed beside her every step of the way and helped her with recovery. it took months for her even to properly get out of bed without having one side of her body completely drag her down, but she was quick to adapt like she always does.
silco went out of his way to commission one of the chembarons a prosthetic for her, not only because he felt like he owed it to her but because you knew he still needed her to be of use to him.
and that angered you in ways where you felt like killing him, especially when you saw the vials of shimmer attached to the mech arm that served to enhance her senses, because in his words:
âdue to the loss of your arm itâd be harder to engage in combat. because if youâre still willing to work for me, I need you to be at your absolute best,â
when she told you what he said you could only scoff in response âhe has a lot of fucking nerve to ask so much from you after what youâve already done for him,â
sevika sighed, shaking her head âI was the one who jumped in front of him-â
âstill! the least he could do is not act like a jackass! as if you owe him your life!â
âheâs doing what he can to rebuild the under city, and I owe my life to zaun. what I do for him, I do for our people,â she told you, her eyes sunken and pleading âso donât be unfair. please.â
indignation seeped in as you stared at her with your eyebrows furrowed âIâm not. but you wanna know what is unfair? risking your life for a cause thatâs going to take you apart one by one,â you argued âand by the looks of it, youâre already getting there,â
it was hard to navigate the outcome of the explosion but you knew sevikaâs well being was above your pride and your resentment.
because yes, even though you were mad at silco itâs not like you can reverse time. and you didnât want sevika to feel as though what the explosion did to her was a burden to you when itâs not.
youâd walk through the ends of the earth if it meant youâd keep her safe and that she was well taken care of.
thatâs why it broke your heart every single day as you watched her recover from her injury and how it just took a toll on her.
whether it was during the day while doing simple chores, or at night when sheâd suddenly shoot up from bed, clutching her left shoulder as the pain of the explosion lingered and thrummed through her veins like poison.
sheâd let out curses but sheâd never shed a tear, insisting time and time again that she was alright. to not make a huge fuss over it.
âIâm fine,â had become a mantra in her daily vocabulary.
and when the time came her new prosthetic was made, you could see the relief on her face knowing from that day onwards, it was going to be less unbearable managing her day to day life. because now at least a piece of her wasnât missing, or so sheâd like to think.
but it wasnât easy getting used to it at first, especially when screws needed to be tightened and she kept telling you that she got it, that she didnât need any help, that she was fine. that sheâs got this.
but it wasnât until one night she came home all battered and bruised with her prosthetic in ruins and hanging off, that she could only look at you with somber eyes, a million words being exchanged yet not a single one being spoken.
again, she hated that you had to see her like this. because she was supposed to be the stronger one between you two - the one who protected the other and not the other way around.
âIâm fine, I can take it from here,â she said in a grave tone as she reached forward to try and grab the screw driver from you.
to which you pulled away, settling it down far away from her and before she could protest, you took her face in between your palms, forcing her to look you in the eye as sevika stared back and saw the way your lashes were stained with tears.
âsev, stop. just stop. I know itâs in your nature to want to do everything by yourself, but please just for once. let me help you,â
âI already said that I donât need-â
âthen I might as well leave,â
her heart immediately sunk to her stomach, staring at you with so much panic in her eyes âw-what are you-â
âif youâre so hell bent on not wanting help from me I donât see the point of this relationship if all you ever do is push me away when I try to be there for you. Iâm not doing this out of fucking pity, vika.â you hissed, the fire in your eyes as strong as ever as you glared at her.
then it dwindled into something softer, more vulnerable, frightened â⌠Iâm doing this because I love you.â you said, your voice merely a whisper âbecause Iâd do anything for you the same way youâd do anything for me. and if something happened to you again I wouldnât know what to do with myself,â
she was quiet, letting your words sink in as you reached for her right hand and laced your fingers with her own - bringing it up as you kissed her bloodied knuckles.
lifting your head as you stared at the light that emitted from beneath her scars, and how they glowed brighter with each deep breath she took.
and how it reminded you of the the time when you told her that you saw her as a painting, so perfect and striking.
and you still stand by it now, even when the paint has cracked and chipped off at the edges.
she was beautiful then, and my god, was even more beautiful now. even when she doesnât see it.
âI love you,â you muttered âand Iâm here even when the pain gets so unbearable - Iâll shoulder it for you if I have to. just please, donât hide it away from me.â
she spoke not a single word, but instead, she let herself fall into your arms as you caught her, her head being cushioned by your shoulder as she lets out a shaky breath.
â⌠it hurts,â she muttered, not bothering to conceal it any longer âit hurts so fucking bad,â
you closed your eyes, holding her tighter âI know, baby. I know.â
#sevika x reader#sevika x you#sevika x y/n#arcane#arcane fanfiction#wlw#lesbian#sapphic#sevika week 2025#dividers by fairytopea
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never stop deal with this so this your periodic reminder that
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!! if you see someone write different online. unless they explicitly tell you something different. leave them alone. donât comment on their write. donât do anything unprompted to âhelpâ without ask. it rude annoying we heard it million times promise. !!
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some people with language disorders. agrammatism. cognitive struggles. or write with symbol base AAC that not support grammar inflections.
yes we will sometimes write different than you use to.
yes it not âcorrect grammar,â you so observant (sarcasm).
no it not for fun, no it not choice, no it not writing quirk.
whatever you want say, we probably heard it million times. yes even if it friendly joke - n we appreciate you friendly. but please
great that it âactually help you read/understand better than full grammar.â some people may like you tell them that. but personally not want hear it too - my way write my disability, it about me n it not on purpose it out of my control. would rather you talk about how way break down concept (something can actually control n try really hard at) as easy understand.
âthis just gave stroke/seizure/whatever âfunnyâ âedgyâ disabilityâ joke. not that anyone make it would listen but. shut up. it not funny to me it not funny to stroke survivors or to seizure havers.
decide stop apologize for exist if it hard read. even if you have receptive language / comprehension / reading / cognitive / etc disability - it unfortunate but conflicting accessibility exist. (yes, do understand actually, because speak from experience.)
if you want know what am say please at least put in some effort to read it.
if after genuine try, still struggle, do what you do when you see tumblr post in âperfect grammarâ you donât understand - polite ask for explain or rephrase or summarize.
it still english, or whatever language person use. unless you actual look for it be turn different language, it still english, no you not need âtranslate.â (no donât care that âtranslateâ okay in writing quirk community because again. not writing quirk)
not âfix.â
and. understand sometimes we canât rephrase in different way, even if that different way include still write different.
personally am allow other people answer âcan you rephraseâ questions without go through me first, for now, because of this. - but understand this is reluctant compromise. because:
understand sometimes we still sensitive to other people rewrite explain in perfect grammar. because have long history of people refuse put effort in read our stuff but instead always give more attention to people who write perfect, even if their writing not any less complicated than ours. because have long history of be charity case n get unsolicit âhelpâ âtranslateâ when we never ask.
because have long history of be forcibly spoken for n be misunderstood. because people who answer may (& many times do) get it wrong & we then have to spend more effort chase down n correct when we already struggle with communication, n that other version always spread faster than our correction.
so know other people who write different, donât allow people rephrase at all unless go through them first. please also respect that even if inconvenient.
n on that note.
unless we give you explicit permission to you (like âyou specifically can do itâ or like above âcan do it if someone ask,â or âanyone can do it all timesâ). donât. donât rewrite what we write into correct grammar, into perfect grammar.
donât give random disabled person unsolicited help. it not friendly it not helpful it rude n annoying. not your charity case. who even are you. no one asked.
none. of. your. business.
not need your fix. get off moral high ground.
n like everything. there some jokes n comments that *some* people who write different may be okay with if they friend with that person make it - sometimes opposite of what this post say. if you not friend with that person then. maybe donât.
people who write different not all same. sometimes okay or not okay with different things. but. this general see.
the first time you hear about [stuff am tell you in post] probably 456737th time we re-explain it. excuse us for be exhausted n done n our time be tired n angry n impatient.
this been a PSA.
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Had an encounter today with a transphobic asshole.
So, this guyâbig neckbeard looking dude, reeked of sweat and cheap deodorant. Like i mean full neckbeard, beer belly, sunglasses, the worksâwalks into the store where I work wearing a "Make America Great Again" hat while waiting for his family to buy a chess set. I know the family; theyâre super chill, but apparently, this guy is their uncle or something.
While Iâm ringing up the chess set, the mom compliments my nails and asks where I got them done. Weâre chatting when this guy walks over and, with zero hesitation, says, "Real men donât get their nails done. You one of them faggit types?"
I was so caught off guard that I barely had time to react before the mom nervously tried to brush it off, telling me to excuse him for being rude.
After taking a moment to collect myself, I just smiled and said, "Itâs fine, these things happen. And youâre rightâreal men donât get their nails done. But Iâm not a real man. Well⌠not really. Iâm actually transfemme."
His face twisted in confusion until his eyes landed on my trans flag belt. Thatâs when his expression shifted.
Before he could say anything, the mom smiled at me and said I looked wonderful. But then the guy grunted and muttered, "Ugh, itâs one of them. No wonder⌠Iâm glad heâs doing what heâs doing. You people need to be stopped."
I was still processing that garbage when the mom apologized again, quickly packing up the chess set in a bag sheâd brought. She said theyâd be leaving now since they didnât want to cause a scene.
But of course, the guy wasnât done. He kept going: "You know, heâs right. Your kind really is a problem. We canât have you corrupting our kids."
Through clenched teeth, I gave him my best customer service smile and said, "Everyoneâs entitled to their opinion. However, Iâm going to have to ask you to leave." Then I turned to the woman and said, "Iâm sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you have a wonderful day."
The guy tried to keep ranting, but the mom snatched his hat off his head and dragged him out of the store, muttering under her breath about how he just had to do this here, on her kidâs birthday, of all days.
Later, my boss came over and asked if everything was okay. I nodded, but honestly? Itâs infuriating. The same hate is spreading here, too (for context I live in South Africa). The bullshit happening in America is bleeding into everything and everywhere.
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Stuck in a storm Pt.1
Summary: You get stuck in a storm with the Blue Lock boys.. how will they react?
Featuring: Isagi,Rin,Bachira,Kunigami,Chigiri
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Yoichi Isagi
â˘At first, he tries to act calm and logical. He scans the surroundings, pointing out where to find the best shelter. "Over thereâit looks like thereâs a covered bus stop. Letâs head there before it gets worse."
â˘Heâs the type to immediately offer his jacket even if it means standing in the rain himself. When you insist you donât need it, he shakes his head. "No, seriously, Iâm fine. Just take it. Youâll get sick if you donât."
â˘Checks his phone obsessively for weather updates or to see if the storm will pass soon, only to groan when the signal cuts out. "Figures. Of course, the one time I actually need my phoneâŚ"
â˘Heâs not used to moments like this and fidgets awkwardly while trying to keep you comfortable.
â˘When thunder cracks loudly and you flinch, his protective instincts kick in. Without thinking, he grabs your hand, his voice soft and reassuring. "Itâs okay, Iâm here."
â˘Later, when he realizes what heâs done, his face heats up, and he stammers out an apology. "Uh, sorry. That wasnât weird, was it? I just⌠wanted to make sure you were okay."
â˘Deep down, though, heâs secretly happy he got to hold your hand, even if it was for a brief moment.
Rin Itoshi
â˘The moment it starts pouring, Rin groans in frustration. He pulls his hood up but glares at the storm like it personally offended him. "Just my luck," he mutters, his tone icy.
â˘He doesnât say much at first, just scanning the area for shelter. When he spots a small abandoned shed nearby, he gestures for you to follow him. "Over there. Letâs go."
â˘The atmosphere is awkward at first because Rin doesnât exactly know how to be comforting. Instead, he silently shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders, avoiding eye contact. "Donât argue. Just take it."
â˘Stands stiffly by the entrance, crossing his arms and muttering about how inconvenient the storm is. "I could be doing something productive right now."
â˘You try to lighten the mood by pointing out how pretty the lightning looks, and he gives you a sidelong glance. "Itâs just light," he says flatly, but the faintest smirk tugs at his lips when he catches you staring at it in awe.
â˘When thunder rumbles and you instinctively grab his arm, he freezes but doesnât pull away. His voice softens slightly. "You donât have to act scared. Itâs just noise."
Meguru Bachira
â˘When the rain starts, Bachira laughs like itâs the most exciting thing to ever happen. "This is awesome! Free shower, anyone?"
â˘He doesnât even bother running at first, instead splashing through puddles like a kid. He turns back to you with a playful grin. "What? Youâre gonna stand there and miss all the fun?"
â˘Eventually, he notices you shivering and drags you under a tree for some shelter, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and accidentally spraying water all over you. "Oops! My bad."
â˘To keep you distracted from the cold, he starts playing silly games like âWould You Ratherâ or âI Spy,â but his answers are always bizarre. "Would you rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck?"
â˘When thunder strikes and you jump, he doesnât miss a beat. "Woah! Scary stuff, huh? Donât worry, Iâll protect you!" He says it dramatically but ends up clinging to you instead.
â˘By the end of it, heâs convinced this whole situation is a âromantic adventureâ and teases you about it. "See? Told you weâd make the most of this. Now weâve got a stormy love story to tell everyone."
Rensuke Kunigami
â˘The responsible one, Kunigami immediately takes charge when the storm starts. "We need to find shelter before this gets worse. Come on, letâs move quickly."
â˘He keeps a protective arm around your back, guiding you toward the nearest safe spot he can find, which turns out to be an old pavilion.
â˘Once there, he insists on giving you his jacket, brushing off your protests. "Iâll be fine. Youâre the one Iâm worried about."
â˘Always prepared, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you to dry your face. "Itâs not much, but itâs better than nothing."
â˘To keep the mood light, he starts joking about how this feels like the beginning of a survival movie. "Think weâll have to start rationing snacks soon?"
â˘When thunder rolls, and you cling to his arm, he chuckles softly but doesnât say a word, just pulling you closer. His steady presence alone is enough to make you feel safe.
â˘After the rain lightens up, he looks at you with a gentle smile. "You okay now? Letâs get you somewhere warm."
Hyoma Chigiri
â˘When the rain starts, Chigiri lets out a dramatic sigh, already annoyed. "Great. Just what I needed today."
â˘Heâs not a fan of running in the rain but picks up the pace slightly to make sure youâre not completely drenched.
â˘Finds a small overhang and guides you there, pulling you close so you can both share the limited space.
â˘Starts fussing over his hair, muttering about how itâs going to take forever to fix. "You donât know how much effort it takes to keep it looking this good."
â˘Offers you his jacket with a teasing smirk. "But only because youâll owe me after this. I donât just hand out my stuff for free, you know."
â˘When thunder roars and you instinctively grab his arm, he raises an eyebrow but doesnât pull away. Instead, he smirks and leans closer. "Scared? Donât worry, Iâll protect you. Youâre welcome."
â˘By the end of it, heâs back to teasing you, calling this the âmost dramatic storm adventure ever.â But thereâs a warmth in his eyes that shows he secretly enjoyed looking out for you.
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What's Up With Subaru: My Thoughts
I've been seeing a lot of theories as to what may be up with Subaru acting so suspiciously, and as usual, I want to throw in my two cents since I haven't seen anyone else make a post I 100% agree with yet.
So far I've seen people say either Subaru is anxiety-ridden and possibly suicidal or he's the traitor and he's faking it, hiding something much darker instead.
Personally, I think it's a little of both, especially since I know of a certain spoiler that confirms my suspicions about him. I'm not going to go into my theories about that particular detail too much though.
I think Subaru is very anxiety-ridden and struggles to be polite because he knows he's violent and prone to violence. As we learned in Episode 15, he got out of showbiz due to violence against his junior, which I also have seen people say he may have been framed for, but I think he did it himself. However, I do think he is ashamed about his own nature to some degree, and that may or may not have to do with his hidden [spoiler] behaviour.
My reasons for this are:
In the first Hotarubi story, Episode 5, we see Subaru react very quickly and without mercy to the ghost child doll that attacked Haku. While he did apologize for it, the look on his face seems to tell a different story. And, imo, this is a bit of an odd reaction for someone who consistently mentions how much he loves and defends anomalies.

(Sorry, my phone was lagging and I couldn't get a screenshot without the text box, lol)
2. During the same chapter, we get our first reveal that Alan killed Dante and we see Dante's scars. I feel like most of our commercial breaks from the main plot are somehow relevant to the current episode (correct me if I'm wrong), and this feels somewhat out of left-field if you think about it.
You could attribute it to just being a secret in an episode about secrets, and I think that is part of it, but I like to think it was placed in this chapter because it's an early and very subtle comparison of Alan and Subaru's violent tendencies.
3. The expression he had when being provoked by Leo in Episode 11. He seemed to be crushed by anxiety up until a certain point where Leo crossed the line, and Subaru's expression dropped like he was about to snap. This could have been just a verbal snap, but I could also very much see Subaru resorting to violence like he did with the anomaly from Episode 5. I mean, this looks like a man about to cut a bitch, right?

4. Subaru's acting scenes in Episode 15, plus the blatant reveal of his love for all things horror. I don't think Subaru chose something from the horror genre to quote for no reason. And clearly, he is very good at acting creepy as hell. (Forgot to screenshot his Hell Flower costume image, but you know the one. Also just...that card in general.)

I don't think this is just acting, I think Subaru is tapping into that "darkness" he has as well to pull this off. Horror is something he's interested in and something he feels at home with and can do very well at emulating (conjecture).
5. Subaru's stigma and the Tree of Severance. I've seen a lot of theories that Subaru is suicidal and plans to use these scissors for some purpose, but I don't think that's the case. While I agree this may be a hint at him severing himself from his past, I also thought at the time that maybe Subaru was using his stigma to indulge in the violent pasts that each pair of scissors holds. Since his love and interest for horror was drawn out, and he was able to "act himself" in Episode 15, I think he decided to stop dipping his toe in the pool and threw himself into the indulgence of the real life horror stories that he can easily find without having to touch or inconvenience anyone. Though, tbh, we also don't know how long he may have been doing this, or if it truly was the first time he decided to approach this tree.
(I forgot to add but, Subaru's interests could also be a coping mechanism for him to satisfy his own tendencies while keeping them in control.)
And, overall, while Subaru's politeness seems sort of excessive, I don't think it's all a lie or an act. Like I said, I think he's trying to hide the darker side he knows he has and is ashamed of, because he doesn't want to come out of a fugue state and find that he's hurt someone again, even though it seems as if he struggles with a sort of emotionlessness towards other people/things in general (given the lack of light in his eyes at all times).
I think you could also tack on:
6. His association with Lyca. Subaru is trying to teach Lyca how to act like a human. What a coincidence, eh? In a way, it seems like what Subaru tries to teach Lyca may be somewhat of how Subaru himself has learned to blend in with people despite his emotional/personality disorder. This is a personal theory, but I like to think that Subaru is lying about Lyca, that Lyca did hurt someone in his past, but Subaru sees himself in that and/or empathises with Lyca's situation, and is covering it up saying that Lyca did nothing wrong. I'm not sure if Darkwick knows he's lying, but I think they may be highly suspicious of it still, which is why Lyca specifically remained in that cell beneath Ultio for so long.
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All this time (#2)



Hyunjin x fem!reader (Chris x fem!reader)
Warnings: Lots of feels, soft soft Hyunjin
Genre: friends to lovers, campus romance, angst, fluff
Summary: Ever since you started dating Chris, you've felt something's off about his best friend, Hyunjin. What you don't see is the years worth of love and pain the poor man is hiding.
a/n: Not part 2, but a different, longer version. I'm sorry this is a mess - it's not perfect, but yeah đ¤
It was just a month into your relationship, and you and Chris fought like an old married couple. And the topic of all your fall outs? Hyunjin.
The guy something against you. And it was severely inconvenient, considering the fact that Hyunjin was Chris's best friend. This meant you had to constantly be around him a lot.
You didnât know why he hated you so much - storming out of the room the minute you walk in. Or ignoring you completely when you're all hanging out. Even worse when he started snapping at you for the littlest things. And you really wished that Chris would just tell him to stop for once. But your boyfriend did no such thing.
Chris was a wonderful boyfriend, but this was the one place you questioned all your life decisions. Every single time you brought this up, he tried to make Hyunjin look like an angel and it made you even more furious.
âJust let it pass,â Chris said, his hand squeezing your thigh as you sat beside him on the sofa. âHeâll come around.â
âBut itâs been months, Chris,â you said, completely frustrated. âIt's just getting worse now!â
Chris sighed, running his fingers through his hair.
âLook, I canât control Hyunjin, alright? I get that itâs hard, but youâre making this a bigger deal than it needs to be.â
âA bigger deal? Are you serious right now?â you hissed, getting off the sofa and glaring at your boyfriend.
âIâm serious,â he snapped, his patience wearing thin. âJust try to understand. Heâs been my best friend for years, and he's struggling with things. Just leave him alone.â
You stared at him, stunned.
âSo, what? Iâm just supposed to put up with it? Let him treat me like that?â
âI donât know what else to say, okay? Just drop it for now.â
âYou know what, forget it.â You muttered, grabbed your stuff and left, slamming the door shut behind you.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â Felix asked for the hundredth time, his eyes floating from you to Minho.
You were leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, with a can of coke in your hand while Chris stood beside you, his hand wound around your waist. You clearly didn't want to be here, since you were still mad at him. But Chris insisted that the party would be a great way to unwind.
âLook, there's no other way, ok?â Minho said, eyeing Hyunjin who had now lost count of the number of drinks he'd downed.
âMay I remind you that if Chris ever knew, he'd murder all of us?â Lisa added. âI really don't think we should meddle.â
âBabe, whose side are you on?â Minho hissed.
âI get it ok? But what exactly are you trying to do here?â Lisa asked, exasperated.
âYou know how he is when he's drunk. We're just setting the stage. He'll do the rest. Trust me.â Minho said.
âFine.â Felix said, taking a big gulp of his drink and sitting beside Hyunjin.
âYou know what to do,â Minho told Lisa, who sighed and nodded.
---
You watched as Lisa danced around with that glass of red wine with a frown on your face. What's with this girl tonight?
And you couldnât say you were surprised when she âaccidentallyâ spilled the wine on Chris's shirt, giggling as she apologized profusely. Chris groaned, setting his glass down. And you threw Lisa a suspicious look.
âIâll go clean this up. Be right back,â he said, kissing your temple before disappearing toward the bathroom.
You were trying to wrestle the glass out of Lisa's hand, telling her she's drunk and needs to stop, when Minho appeared, his expression unusually serious. âHey.â
âHey,â you replied, finally taking the glass away from Lisa.
âI need a favor. Hyunjinâs completely wasted, and I canât find Chris anywhere. Can you take him back to his dorm?â Minho asked, and the look on his face told you that he's nervous. âI'll make sure Lisa and Felix get home when Chris gets back. But Hyunjin needs to go now.â
You immediately shook your head.
âNo way, Minho. He hates me. He'll just think I'm kidnapping him or something. Chris'll be right back-â
âLook, I know itâs not ideal, but we're all drunk, and he can barely stand. Youâre the only one I can ask. Please.â
You sighed looking at Hyunjin who was mumbling something to Felix.
âFine. But if he puts a toe out of line -â
He grinned as he said, âHe won't. I promise.â
Together, you and Minho take Hyunjin to your car.
The drive was quiet at first, but somewhere along the way, Hyunjin started to talk, his words tumbling out in a drunken ramble.
âI know you hate me,â he said, his voice wavering.
You glanced at him and sighed.
âI donât hate you, Hyunjin.â you said, not really sure if he'd register anything you're saying.
He shook his head. âYes, you do. Everyone does. Because Iâm awful to you. I justâŚit's so hardâŚâ
You didnât respond, your chest tightening as you focused on the road.
Hyunjin sniffled, his voice thick with tears.
âYou don't understand. It's so hard for meâŚI love youâŚIâve loved you for years.â
You gripped at the steering wheel tightly as those words tumbled out of his mouth. What did he just say?!
âI thought⌠I thought maybe one day, Iâd get the courage to tell you. But then Chris - Chris knew. He knew how I felt, and he stillâŚâ Hyunjinâs voice cracked, and he covered his face with his hands, sobbing. âHe promised me, he promised....and it killed meâŚI lost you, him⌠everything.â
You pulled over because your vision was clouded by tears now. You sat in silence, the only sounds being that of Hyunjinâs soft sniffling. Turning toward him, you reached out, your hand trembling as you placed it over his.
âHyunjin,â you whispered. âWhat are you saying?â
He looked at you with tear-streaked cheeks and puffy eyes, his face flushed with his crying and probably a whole lot of alcohol.
âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. Please donât hate me.â he whimpered.
You squeezed his hand, your own tears spilling over.
âI donât hate you, Hyunjin. I never did.â you whispered sadly. âI just didn't know-â
He tried to take deep breaths, holding onto your hand like it was the only thing tethering him to the world.
---
By the time you reached his dorm, Hyunjin was quieter. You helped him inside, guiding him to his bed. He flopped down with a groan, curling up like a cat.
You pulled his blanket over his shoulders. He mumbled something incoherent before dozing off. You sat there for a few minutes, trying to gather your thoughts.
Was any of this true? Had Chris known everything and still pursued you? You couldn't believe it. The Chris you knew was perfect. He was perfect in every way.
Except for the fact that he never took your side when it came to Hyunjin.
Was thatâŚguilt?
Anger simmered beneath your skin, because if any of it were actually trueâŚthen you really didn't know your boyfriend at all.
It was well past midnight, the campus eerily quiet under the moonlight. But your heart refused to settle. Hyunjinâs confession echoed in your mind - the pain in his eyes, the vulnerability in his voice - it haunted you.
The betrayal burned in your chest. But first, you needed him - Minho.
You stormed over to his dorm and pounded on the door until it swung open. The look on your face startled Minho, and he took a step back.
âY/N -â he held his hands up in surrender.
You shoved him back into the room, slamming the door behind you.
âYou did that on purpose, didnât you?â
âUh⌠maybe?â Minho blinked, guilt flashing in his eyes.
âMaybe?â you seethed, your voice rising. âDo you have any idea what just happened? Hyunjin -â
Your voice cracked, and you jabbed a finger into his chest.
âWhat am I supposed to do now, Minho? What the hell am I supposed to do?!â you sat on the edge of his bed, tears starting to fall now.
Minhoâs face softened, and felt so guilty.
âLook, Iâm sorry, alright? I didnât mean to hurt or confuse youâŚbut I also couldn't just stand there and watch Hyunjin go down like that.â he said, sitting beside you.
âChris is also my best friend, Y/N, which is why I didn't say anything all this time. But Hyunjin...â Minho sighed as he took your hand in his. "You donât see it because heâs too good at hiding it. But I do. And Felix does. Hell, even Lisa does.â
âAnd Chris,â Minho continued, shaking his head, âHe knew, okay? He knew how Hyunjin felt about you since the beginning. We all did. He promised it was just friendship. He kept saying that until one day it wasn't. Like it was nothing. Like it wouldnât wreck Hyunjin.â
âWhy didnât anyone tell me?â you whispered, wiping your tears with your free hand.
âHyunjin didn't want you to know. He was totally lost, and he decided being an ass was easier than dealing with his feelings.â
Tears spilled over, and you buried your face into Minhoâs shoulder as you cried.
âI liked him so much,â you choked out. âChrisâŚI really really liked him.â
Minho hesitated, then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured, his voice thick with guilt. âI shouldnât have interfered. I just⌠I couldnât stand the thought of you hating Hyunjin. Not when that guy has loved you for so long. He doesnât deserve this. And neither do you.â
You sobbed into his shoulder, the weight of everything hitting you all at once. Minho held you tighter, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried.
âIâm so sorry,â he repeated. âI thought I was doing the right thing.â
You pulled back slightly, wiping your cheeks with trembling fingers. Minho brought you some tissues and you wiped your face sadly.
âI donât know what to do, Minho,â you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.
âIâm really sorry, sweetheart.â he said again.
You nodded weakly, as a bittersweet ache settled deep in your chest.
---
You didn't sleep a blink, and Chris hadnât called or texted since you left the party. Deep down, you knew why. He knew.
You grabbed your bag, threw on a hoodie, and headed to the campus cafĂŠ. It was still so early, that too a Saturday, so it was so quiet and peaceful. You ordered two cups of coffee, and went on your way towards your destination.
Hyunjin opened the door after your third knock. He stood there, looking like heâd been hit by a train. His hair was a tangled mess, and his eyes - puffy and red-rimmed.
âY/N?â he rasped, surprised to see you.
You held out the coffee without a word, stepping past him into the room.
Hyunjin blinked, staring at the cup in his hands as if it had appeared magically.
âYou⌠brought me coffee?â
âYou look half dead,â you said, setting your own drink on his desk before sinking into his desk chair. âThought it'd help.â
He gave a weak laugh, sounding a lot self-deprecating.
âThanks, I guess?â
The room was silent, as you watched him take a sip. Then he set the cup down, his shoulders slumping.
âIâm sorry,â he said quietly.
âFor what?â you asked.
âFor last night,â he admitted, his gaze fixed on the floor. âFor unloading all that on you. For making things weird. I shouldnât haveâŚI suck when I'm drunk, which is why I never go out to drink-â
He trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
âI shouldnât have said anything,â he continued.
âWhy didnât you ever say anything earlier?â you asked softly.
Hyunjin hesitated, his fingers curling around the edge of his desk.
âBecause there was nothing left to say,â he said, looking away. âYouâre with Chris now. You're happy and that's all that matters. And IâŚâ
He swallowed hard before saying, âI donât want you to talk to him about this. Please. Just⌠leave it alone.â
Your jaw tightened as you sat up, his words igniting a spark of frustration deep in your chest.
âHyunjin,â you said, your tone sharper than you intended, âEnough.â
He flinched but said nothing. You stood, grabbing your coffee, and said, âIâll see you later.â
---
You were back at your dorm room, ignoring all the apologies from Felix and Lisa - your best friends - when someone knocked on your door. You weren't in the mood to entertain anyone, but you opened the door to find Chris - his usual warmth replaced by an edge you didnât recognize.
âCan I come in?â he asked, his voice clipped.
You stepped aside without a word, and he sighed as he stepped in.
Chris turned to face you, running a hand through his hair.
âAre you⌠avoiding me?â he asked.
âMaybe.â
âIs this about Hyunjin? Minho told me you took him home last night. Did he say something to you?â
âDid he say something? Oh, Chris, he said a lot.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Chris asked, his eyes narrowed.
âIt means I know.â Your voice was steady, but your hands were trembling. âI know this whole time, you were supporting his actions out of guilt.â
Chris scoffed, throwing his hands up.
âSo what? Itâs not like he owned you, Y/N. It was a stupid crush. Thatâs all.â
You straightened, your eyes narrowing.
âDonât,â you said sharply. âDonât fucking do that, Christopher.â
âY/N -â
âNo,â you interrupted, your voice rising. âThe Chris I knew was kind. He had a pure heart. But this? This isnât you. This is someone putting down their best friend to justify -â
âI liked you too, ok. What about that? What about my feelings?â Chris bit back, taking a step closer to you, and you could feel his breath against your face.
âOf course you did. But you donât think that maybe, just maybe, it was wrong to act on them knowing how he felt? For years, Chris! Do you even care what this did to him?â
Chrisâs hands clenched into fists.
"I didn't mean for it to happen ok? It just did. I fell in love with you! What was I supposed to do?! I tried to stop feeling things for you, but I couldn't ok? Oh my God are you seriously doing this right now? This is us, Y/N! When did you even start caring about what he thought? You couldn't stop complaining about him like 2 days ago!"
"Chris, do you even hear yourself? You think this is normal?"
âYou have no reason for being such a -â He froze, his eyes widening as he stopped himself.
âSay it,â you dared, your voice shaking with hurt. âGo ahead, Chris. Say it.â
âI didnât mean that,â he murmured, shaking his head, his voice barely audible.
You took a step back, shaking your head.
âThis is over,â you said firmly. âYou need to leave.â
âBaby, what are you saying?!â Chris said, taking a step towards you. âIâm really sorry, ok? I was selfish, but only because I didn't want to lose-â
âNo,â you interrupted. âIâll accept your apology, but only because I know you're better than this. You're not⌠this.â Your voice cracked, but you held it together.
Chrisâs eyes glistened, and for a moment, he looked like he might fall apart. But then he nodded slowly, swallowing hard because he knew this was beyond repair.
âIâm sorry...Y/N, I love you...I know I was wrong but-,â he whispered. âSorry...for everything.â
"I'm sorry, Chris." You stepped aside, holding the door open.
âApologize to Hyunjin,â you said, your tone soft but firm. âMake things right if you ever can.â
Chris hesitated, his gaze lingering on you. Then he nodded again and stepped through the door. As it clicked shut behind him, the tears youâd been holding back finally fell.
Lisa wrapped you in a hug the minute she stepped into your dorm, her arms warm and comforting.
âGod, baby stop crying,â she murmured, pulling back to examine your face.
Felix sat on the edge of your bed, his gaze fixed on you.
âWanna talk about it?â he asked softly.
âNope.â you said, letting Felix pull you into a hug.
âToo bad,â Lisa said, crossing her arms. âBecause weâre going to.â
âWhy?â you asked, completely tired and drained.
âSo that you know that none of this was your fault. And your decision is totally ok.â Felix said, rocking you in his arms gently. âHyunjin has had feelings for you since we started uni, babe. We're almost done here. He was just worried if your science brain would like an artsy guy like him.â
âChris was just lucky he shared classes with you.â Lisa said. âBut again, Hyunjin was his, best friend. They're literally brothers.â
You sank onto the bed beside Felix, and he ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.
âI feel terrible,â you whispered, staring at the floor. "Chris is a good person..."
âWe know it sucks. And weâre here to help you through it, okay? Whatever you need.â Lisa said, with a soft smile.
You nodded weakly, wanting to feel nothing more than Chris's warm and reassuring arms around you. You missed him.
âChris will be ok, Y/N.â Felix said softly. âAnd you'll be ok. Everything's gonna be just fine.â
---
Weeks turned into months, and you avoided Chris and Hyunjin like the plague. (You couldn't avoid Minho because he simply didn't allow it.)
And every time you were anywhere in their vicinity, you could feel their eyes on you. Chrisâs gaze was heavy with regret and sadness. Hyunjinâs was softer, but it lingered.
When the Christmas holidays approached, you learned that your parents had decided to go on an anniversary trip, so yeah, you weren't going home. Felix and Lisa both offered to stay with you, but you made them leave because somehow, you felt like you could use this time for some self reflection.
Just after Felix and Lisa left, there was another knock on your door. When you opened it, there stood Chris, looking far too vulnerable for someone who had always seemed so composed.
âHey,â he said softly.
You leaned against the doorframe, unsure what to say. âHey.â
âIâm heading home for the holidays,â he continued, his hands stuffed into his pockets. âBut⌠I didnât want to leave without seeing you.â
You nodded, your throat tight. Chris sighed, his breath fogging in the cold air.
âIâm so sorry, Y/N. For everything. I didn't mean for it all to end up like this. I swear I didn't mean to hurt him, or you...I was wrong, but I -" He fell silent, like he was struggling to breathe. "Please don't hate me."
"Chris, I don't think I'll ever be able to do that. I admire you. And...it's all in the past. Let's just move on? I don't want you to hurt anymore, please." You said, giving his hand a sad squeeze.
He nodded, looking relieved, but hurt.
"I hope that when I come back, we can still be friends.â
"We can work on that.â you managed to say, giving him a tiny little smile.
He stepped closer, his arms opening hesitantly.
âCan I hug you? One last time?â he asked, and you nodded, letting his arms wrapped around you, warm and strong. For a moment, it was easy to remember the Chris you looked up to, the one who made you laugh and feel so safe.
When he pulled back, his eyes were glassy. âTake care, Y/N.â
âYou too, Chris.â
And then he was gone.
Two weeks. That's what you had in your hands. Two weeks of peace and quiet. You spent your mornings reading at the campus cafĂŠ, enjoying the rare moments of solitude. You did some journaling that Lisa wanted you to try. Sometimes you just enjoyed the silence.
On your fourth morning, you stepped into the cafe, brushing off the snow from your coat, and froze.
Sitting at a table by the window was Hyunjin.
He was hunched over a sketchbook, his long fingers gripping a pencil as he worked, the sunlight casting a soft glow over him. His hair fell into his face, but he was completely engrossed in his work.
You debated leaving. But you were obviously too slow because he looked up, and his eyes locked with yours.
For a moment, neither of you moved. Then Hyunjin gave a small smile. Your heart fluttered despite yourself. You smiled too and walked to the counter to order your coffee, while fidgeting with your bracelet.
When your drink was ready, you found yourself walking toward his table.
âHi,â you said softly, standing beside him.
âHi,â he replied, his voice just as quiet. He gestured to the seat across from him. âDo you want to sit?â
You hesitated, then nodded, sliding into the chair.
âI didnât know you were staying here for the holidays,â he said, sipping his coffee.
âMy parents are on a trip,â you explained. âWhat about you?â
He shrugged and said, âHome didnât feel right this year.â
Your heart clenched at his words and the vulnerability in his tone. âHyunjinâŚâ
He shook his head quickly, his hand brushing over the cover of his sketchbook.
âHey, I'm totally fine.â he said, giving you another one of those devastating smiles.
---
What started as a chance encounter in the cafĂŠ soon became a habit. Each morning, youâd find Hyunjin sitting by the window, his sketchbook open, pencil in hand. Youâd quietly slip into the seat across from him, coffee in one hand and a book in the other.
The silence between you was so warm and comfortable. You loved watching him draw. He looked so soft and so fragileâŚyou just wanted to give him a hug for all the heartbreak he'd endured because of you.
After spending most of your days like this, you both decided to venture into town to visit a Christmas market. The streets were lined with twinkling lights, and the scent of mulled wine filled the air.
While wandering through a small shop, you spotted a tiny, artificial Christmas tree with delicate branches.
While Hyunjin was in line to get some hot chocolate, you quickly excused yourself and went back to look at the little tree you saw earlier. You'd been meaning to ask him something for a couple of days now. But you were afraid if you're wrong to assume he'd want anything like that.
But before you could second guess yourself, you text him.
You: Hyunjin, do you want to spend Christmas with me?
You cringed at yourself, because seriously? You two were the only ones here for heaven's sake.
Hyunjin: Aren't we doing that?
You: No, not like that.
You: With me. Like get a tree and stuff. You know. Please just say no, if you don't want to. Ok?
You were panicking now. Why did this feel like a good idea at all?
Hyunjin: Where did you run off to?
Hyunjin: We were together this whole time and you text me about this?
You: Hyunjin, just say yes or no.
Hyunjin: Don't I get a say about what tree we're getting?
You nearly cried in relief. No you really did - there were tears in your eyes.
You: No.
Hyunjin: Can I choose the ornaments at least?
You: Ok. You can.
Hyunjin: Where are you, Y/N?
You: Getting our tree? Please just stay there.
You really didn't want him to see you crying. You didn't even know why you were crying.
Hyunjin: Don't you want your hot chocolate?
You: Hyunjin, you're gonna lose your rights on those ornaments now.
You gave yourself a lecture about pulling yourself together, wiped off your tears, hoping that he won't notice your eyes, bought that damn little tree and walked over to where Hyunjin was waiting for you.
You held up the tree, but he saw right through you. You saw his expression shift the moment he saw your face.
âIsn't it cute?â Why was your voice wobbly?!
Hyunjin swallowed looking at the tree, then to you with a smile. One that melted your insides that you wanted to cry again.
âI love it,â He said, and you cleared your throat quickly, taking your cup from him.
You took a sip, the warm drink soothing your throat. You both walked to another little shop and bought some tiny baubles, cute ornaments, and strings of tinsel and fairy lights.
Back at your dorm, you set it up together. From hanging the ornaments, to putting the fairy lights around the tree, Hyunjinâs artistic touch made everything better. And he was laughing. And joking.
You've never seen him do any of that before. And his laugh - the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
When you finally finished, you both stepped back to admire your work.
âItâs kind of sad,â you said, giggling, looking at the tiny tree on the floor.
Hyunjin shook his head and said, âItâs perfect.â
---
You both put together a makeshift Christmas feast as well. With whatever limited resources you had in your dorm that is. Which wasnât much - some chicken nuggets, instant noodles dressed up with toppings, cookies and some cake you got from the market, and hot chocolate.
But it didnât matter. Sitting on the floor beside the tree, the soft glow of its lights reflecting in Hyunjinâs eyes and sharing it all with him? It felt like the most special holiday youâd ever had.
After dinner, it was time for gifts, of course. You handed him a neatly wrapped package, your hands trembling slightly. You were so nervous.
When he opened it, his eyes widened as they met yours. It was a beautiful faux leather-bound sketchbook, custom-made with his name engraved on the cover. You'd placed an order for it from an online store the day you saw Hyunjin first in the cafe, sketching. You didn't know any of this would happen, yet you had ordered it on a whim.
âY/NâŚâ he murmured, running his fingers over the smooth surface.
âI wanted you to have something special,â you said, your cheeks warm. âFor all your art.â
He looked up at you, his expression filled with so much emotion it took your breath away.
âThank you.â he said, and he handed you his gift, a small package wrapped in simple brown paper.
When you peeled back the paper, it was your turn to be shocked. It was a painting - a small canvas - in the center was you. Your face was serene, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of hues.
âHyunjinâŚâ you whispered, gazing up at him (damn those tears). âThis is⌠itâs beautiful. I donât even know what to say.â
He smiled, holding the sketch book close to his chest.
âYou're beautiful, Y/N.â He said, his eyes falling, shyly.
You smiled, and felt so thankful for the chance to finally see him. The real him.
---
âThank you for today,â you said softly, standing near the door as Hyunjin got ready to leave.
Hyunjin paused, but quickly smiled and said, âI should be the one thanking you. For letting me spend it with you.â
Before you could overthink it, you stepped closer, your arms tentatively wrapping around his waist. He stiffened just for a second but then his arms came around you, strong and steady, pulling you close. His chin rested lightly against the top of your head, and you melted into him.
It was perfect - warm, safe, and so achingly right.
When you finally stepped back, his eyes searched yours, soft and lingering.
âGoodnight,â he said, his voice a little husky.
âGoodnight, Hyunjin,â you replied.
---
Minho: So, Christmas with Hyunjin, huh đ
You nearly choked on your coffee.
You: I donât know what youâre talking about.
Minho: Oh, sure. Just that Hyunjin might have spent half the night telling me about your little tree and your âChristmas feast.â I thought he was drunk again. But nope, just smitten.
You: Minho.
Minho: Donât âMinhoâ me. I saw photographic evidence of your little party. Youâre both glowing. I havenât seen either of you like this in a long time.
You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the keyboard.
You: Iâm scared to death, Minho.
Minho: Of Hyunjin?
You: No. Of this. Of hurting Chris. I can't ever do that to him.
Minho: Y/N, stop.
You: Iâm serious. This whole thing feels like a bomb in my hand.
Minho: I get it. Really, I do. But listen. This thing with Hyunjin⌠itâs not a betrayal. Itâs life. People fall in and out of relationships. Chris will be fine, and if he isnât yet, he will be eventually.
Minho: For now, enjoy the holidays. Take things one step at a time. Whatever this is, itâll fall into place.
You stared at his messages, your heart still uneasy.
You: I'm still scared.
Minho: Thatâs because you overthink everything.
You: Maybe.
Minho: Exactly. Let yourself be happy for once. And let me take care of Chris.
---
You stared at the photo on your phone: you and Hyunjin sitting on either side of your tiny (possibly over decorated) Christmas tree, holding up your gifts and grinning like complete idiots. It was simple and perfect.
And also a potentially catastrophic decision.
You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the storm you were about to unleash, and dropped the photo into your group chat with Felix and Lisa.
You: Merry Christmas from us and our tiny tree đâ¨
The response was immediate.
Felix: HOLY. SHIT.
Lisa: WHAT?!
Felix: ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW.
Lisa: I AM SCREAMING.
Felix: I KNEW IT.
You: STOP YELLING!
Lisa: DID YOU KISS? BE HONEST.
Your face turned crimson as the messages flooded in.
You: Chill, okay? Itâs just a picture.
Lisa: No. Itâs EVERYTHING.
Felix: PICTURE = CONFIRMATION.
Lisa: But seriously. Tell us everything. Like, start to finish. Do not leave out a single detail.
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. This was exactly the kind of circus you knew would break out.
You: Thereâs literally nothing to tell. We had Christmas dinner. Decorated the tree. Thatâs it.
Felix: Lies.
Lisa: Lies.
Felix: You look so happy babe
Lisa: And Hyunjin looks like he just had the best day of his life!
You stared at their messages, blushing furiously. Because deep down, you know they werenât wrong.
Lisa: You deserve to be happy. And clearly, Hyunjin makes you happy.
Felix: And letâs not forget - Hyunjinâs been pining for you since the dawn of time. Youâre literally making his dream come true right now.
Lisa: Enjoy it, the guyâs literally gone for you!
You couldnât help but smile, even as your heart still wrestled with the guilt. They werenât wrong - Hyunjin made you happy in a way you hadnât felt in a long time.
You: I love you both đ
Felix: Love you more đ
Lisa: Love you, now go spend more time with your Picasso and send us updates.
You laughed softly, setting your phone down and looking back at the little tree.
Maybe, just maybe, your friends were right.
---
The roof of your dorm was silent, almost eerily so. A cool breeze kissed your cheeks as you sat cross-legged on a blanket with Hyunjin - sipping on some cheap wine and star gazing (it's pretty cloudy actually).
âThis is totally against the rules,â you murmured, glancing nervously toward the roof access door.
Hyunjin laughed softly beside you, and said, âRelax. Iâve done this so many times.â
You gave him a skeptical look, trying not to smile as you said, âOh, youâre a seasoned criminal now?â
âSomething like that,â he teased, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested between you.
You fell into comfortable silence after that. He was sitting so close, bundled up in lots of warm things, yet his presence itself was so warm.
âYou ever think about how time flies? Like... a year ago, I never thought Iâd be here. With you.â he said softly, almost hesitantly.
You turned to look at him, your heart doing a little flip at the way his soft brown eyes gazed at you.
âI never thought Iâd be here either,â you admitted.
âIâm so glad we are.â He smiled, his expression so tender it made your chest ache.
As the final seconds of the year ticked down, you could hear faint cheering from the buildings below. Hyunjin reached over, lacing his fingers through yours. The simple gesture grounded you, because your heart was ready to burst out of your chest and make a run for it.
When the first firework burst in the sky, painting your faces in shades of gold and crimson, you turned to face him. He was already looking at you.
âHappy New Year, Hyunjin,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the crackling fireworks.
Hyunjin gave you a soft smile as he said, âHappy New Year, Y/N.â
And then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you leaned into each other.
The kiss was gentle at first, his lips brushing yours so softly, like he wasn't really sure you wanted this. But you? You were done waiting. You pressed closer - deepening the kiss, slow and sweet and breathtaking. The fireworks faded into the background as all of your focus narrowed to the feel of Hyunjinâs mouth on yours.
When you finally pulled apart, your faces were still so close, your breaths mingling in the cold night air.
âI'd break a hundred more rules for that,â Hyunjin said softly, cupping your cheek with his free hand.
You laughed, your hands still entwined, your face still impossibly close to his.
âYeah?â
He chuckled, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. âYeah.â
You squeezed his hand, your chest blooming with warmth. âI think I would too.â
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You woke up the next morning to your phone buzzing continuously. Groggily reaching for it, you blinked at the screen.
A new group chat?
The title? Mr&Mrs Hwangđâ
You frowned, squinting at the participants: Minho, Lisa, Felix, Hyunjin, and... you.
Oh no. These clowns!
Lisa: Good morning lovebirds! đŚđ
Lisa: Happy New Year!!
Felix: Happy New Year!!!
Minho: So, Hyunjin, howâs the married life? Do you two hold hands all the time?
Lisa: Do you sip from the same coffee cup? Tell me about the kisses?
Felix: If not, FIX IT.
Minho: Canât wait to give a âBest Manâ speech at your wedding.
Your mouth dropped open as you scrolled, the messages getting progressively more ridiculous.
Lisa: Did your tiny tree survive last night đŤŁ
Minho: I bet it didn't.
Felix: Hyunjin, if you donât propose next Christmas, we're disowning you.
You groaned, your face heating up as you typed furiously.
You: What the hell is wrong with you all?!
You: STOP. RIGHT. NOW.
Lisa: Oh look, the princess is awake.
Minho: Morning, Mrs. Hwang.
Felix: You were supposed to give us updates you know.
Hyunjin: Good morning! Happy New Year!
Your heart raced as you saw his name pop up.
Minho: Oh good, now we may get some details.
You: I hate all of you.
Minho: Hate đ¤
Lisa: Oh please.
Felix: Are you blushing now baby?
Hyunjin: She totally is.
You: Hyunjin! Don't encourage them!
Felix: Donât stop, Hyunjin.
You: Iâm leaving this chat.
Lisa: NO. YOU STAY.
The first day back at university after the holidays felt like a weight pressing down on your chest. Not just because this was your final semester here on campus. But because you knew that everything was about to change.
Seeing your nervous state, Hyunjin squeezed your hand firmly, and said, âI know this is hard. We don't have to spend time together when we're there. We can figure out how to handle this-â
His words were kind, but there was something in his eyes - the brief flash of hurt he tried to hide behind his smile - like he always tried to put his feelings away for the sake of others.
You couldnât do that to him. Not again. You pulled him closer, and he gazed at you, soft and uncertain.
âNo,â you said firmly. âIâm not going anywhere, and neither are you. Iâm proud to be with you, Hyunjin. You make me so damn happy, and Iâm not going to hide that.â
For a moment, his expression softened, vulnerability creeping in. And then, he kissed you. It was so soft and so⌠Hyunjin.
When you pulled away, Hyunjin didn't say anything for a moment, just smiled. But the smile reached his eyes this time, and it made everything feel right again.
âIâm proud to be with you too,â he murmured.
You found yourself walking toward the familiar spot where you and your friends always met. You flew into Felix and Lisa's arms, pulling them into a group hug.
And then there was Minho, giving you a teasing look before hugging you. You all were lost in chatter, when you sensed it. You turned to look and there he was - Chris.
He stood a few feet away, but when his eyes met yours, there was a flicker. A hesitation. He faltered for a moment as his gaze moved between you and Hyunjin. Hyunjin had his arm around you.
The whole group fell silent.
Your heart skipped in your chest, a lump forming in your throat as you stood there, trying to keep your cool.
Chris approached you all slowly, his smile hesitant but polite.
âHey. Happy New Year,â he said softly, his gaze briefly flicking toward Hyunjin before settling on you.
Lisa, as always, was the first to break the silence.
âHappy New Year, Chris!â she said brightly, flashing him a smile.
Felix, Minho, and Hyunjin quickly followed suit, each offering a warm greeting.
âHappy New Year, Chris. Itâs good to see you again.â you said softly, hesitantly.
Chrisâs smile, while still cautious, softened.
âYou too, Y/N.â His eyes flickered briefly to Hyunjin, who stood there looking calm but with a subtle tension in his jaw. âAnd you, Hyunjin.â
The moment stretched for a beat longer than necessary, but then, slowly, the group began to ease again.
You couldnât read Chris completely, but you could tell he was still processing. He wasnât angry, not in the way you feared. But the hurt was obviously there.
You glanced at Hyunjin, offering him a small, reassuring smile. His fingers brushed your gently. He knew. He understood.
The rest of the day went on like it always did. It wasnât perfect, but not as bad as youâd imagined. As you and Hyunjin walked back to your dorm, he held you close, and you let out a soft sigh.
For the first time in a while, you felt hopeful. And with Hyunjin by your side, you knew everything would be okay.
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PLS I BEG U, can u do a falling into arguments but this time with nanami?
FALLING INTO ARGUMENTS!?

featuring: nanami kento. yuuta okkotsu. fushiguro toji.
n. yes nonnie, no worries! thank you for requesting ^__^ PART 1 HERE

NANAMI KENTO
the exhaustion from nanami's long day at work seemed to radiate off him, his shoulders slumped and his expression weary.
"you just don't understand," he sighed, his voice heavy with frustration. "i can't keep up with everything all the time."
your heart sank at his words, the sting of hurt creeping into your chest. "i'm trying, nanami..â you said softly with voice trembling slightly. "but i donât like it when you throw your frustrations on me." nanami's gaze twiched with regret, but his exhaustion seemed to overshadow it. "i know, and i'm sorry," he muttered, his tone lacking conviction. "i didn't mean to take it out on you."
tears welled up in your eyes, the weight of his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. "i just wish we could talk it you instead of you bottling it up," you muttered.
nanami reached out to touch your hand, but his touch felt cold and distant. "i'll try," he said, his voice hollow. "but i can't promise anything. iâm sorry. but iâll try.â

YUUTA OKKOTSU
tension buzzed in the air as you and yuuta faced one other in the room. the argument had swiftly escalated due to unacknowledged inconveniences and miscommunications.
"i can't keep doing this, yuuta," you said, your voice tinged with frustration, "you always seem to go ahead with whatever you want, regardless of how i feel about it."
yuuta's expression remained impassive, his eyes avoiding yours as he fidgeted with his hands. "i just thought it would be easier this way," he grumbled.
however, easy wasn't what you needed. you needed to be heard, that your thoughts were important. "it's not about making things easier," you said, your tone harder now. "it's about respecting what i feel and not doing things your own way because you feel thatâs more acceptable."
he sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "i know, and i'm sorry," yuuta said, tinged with regret, "i just... i get caught up in the moment and i don't think."
for a minute, quiet fell between you, the weight of unspoken words filling the space. and as you sat there, it dawned on you that perhaps this cycle of disagreements and apologies was a pattern neither of you could escape.

FUSHIGURO TOJI
"toji, i really need to talk to you about something," you said hesitanly, your heart heavy with the weight of your concerns.
toji glanced at you briefly, a distracted smile flashing across his face. "hm?" he replied, his tone casual, as if he were barely listening.
you swallowed hard, pushing past the knot of frustration building in your throat. "i've been feeling really overwhelmed lately," you confessed, "and i would appreciate if youâre here for me."
toji's response was a nonchalant shrug, his attention already drifting away from you. "ah, it's probably not that big of a deal," he said, dismissing your words, "you'll get over it."
but it was a big deal to you, and toji's lack of concern only served to deepen the sense of isolation you felt. "it's not that simple, fushiguro toji," you said, more frustrated, "i need you to take this seriously."
his expression hardened slightly at your words, his indifference giving way to annoyance. "look, i'm sorry if you're upset," he said, tone defensive, "but i can't drop everything to deal with your problems right now."
the words stung, a painful reminder of how alone you felt in your struggles. "i'm not asking you to drop everything," you replied, "i'm just asking for your support."
but toji's attention had already shifted, and he continued gazing at the room around you. and while you sat there, the weight of your troubles greater than ever, you couldn't help but feel as if you were dealing with them alone.

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More Than Meets The Eye
TFA Optimus! X F!Reader
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Summary: Being a rising journalist is difficult. Especially when you have to live a secret criminal life. Things get worst when you start to fall in love with your enemy, Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and hero of Detroit City.
You believe the feelings can't be mutual. Yet, he slowly starts to notice that you are more than meets the eye.
A/N: Lots of yearning. Jealously. Enemies to lovers?? You are a journalist who is also a criminal. Idk. Takes place between Season 1 and 2 of TFA.
Chapter 1: Ride or Die
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Detroit City could be ugly, nasty, unhygienic, gentrified and many other things.
But never boring.
Especially with robotic aliens patrolling the streets.
  Bots that you didn't trust fully nor liked very much.
Even more, that Optimus Prime that everyone seemed to like so much.
With his red and blue colors, his helm that looks like he is always wearing a cap and straight posture that was too authoritative for your liking.
  While everyone was excited, taking pictures of the Autobots, you were there to ask the real questions. Your job as a reporter was to tell the truth and that's what you plan to do by exposing the leader of the Autobots.
"Mr. Prime, I have a question for you."
  You raised your hand, not really sure if that matters but you wanted to keep being respectful.
"Oh, yes, how can I help you, ma'am?"
  Optimus sees you walk through the crowd of people and paparazzi. Press conferences weren't unknown to him. The citizens, the reporters, the speechless mayor and his assistant that probably did everything for him.
"I've done some research and Detroit's oil supply has plummeted since your arrival to Earth. This has created a tax increase for all of Detroit's citizens. How do you respond to this?"
"Well, we do need to eat to keep helping the city," Optimus bends down to be able to speak on the mic. "But we apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused."
"If you were sorry you and your team would have already found all the fragments of the AllSpark and departed Earth."
"How do you know aboutâ?"
  You didn't let him finish his question as you striked with another statement.
"But no, you and the Autobots are too focused on wasting Earth's resources and playing heroes to even think of recovering your world's most powerful energy source."
"What? No, weâ"
  He keeps getting interrupted by you. Although he tries to keep his cool, he wasn't in the best of moods either. Each statement you were making was ticking off his clock.
"Without mentioning that you have been spotted entering nearby natural reservation islands without the proper permissions or documentation."
"Well, yes but I thought it was fineâ"
"Why would it be fine?" You look up at him. Even when you weren't very fond of the alien robots, you had to admit that they were a spectacle to look at. But you quickly shook the thought away. "Just because you are big and dangerous you think you are entitled to cross human law?"
"Look missy, I don't know what's your problem butâ"
"My problem is that you are not answering my questions."
  There's a bit of laughter coming from behind Optimus. If he had been smart enough, he could've said something along the lines of 'you aren't asking any questions, you are just saying statements.' Instead, he lashes out on you, giving you the exact reaction you wanted.
"If only you gave me time, I would respond to them!" Seeing his mistake, Optimus stands away from the pod, clearly frustrated at the situation. "You know what, we don't have the time for this."
  Smiling Autobots was the first thing he saw as soon as he turned to look at them. He ex-vents, not wanting to deal with it.
"Autobots, transform and roll out."
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��  The abandoned building had become their home. It was big enough to have rooms for everyone. Each catering for every bot's needs. But not even the vastness of the building could sparse the leader's rising annoyance. Walking from side to side of the hangar, looking down and with a servo on his chin, he questioned the previous interaction.
  He doesn't remember seeing you before. Either that or your existence wasn't important enough for his processor to remember.
"How did that lady know about the AllSpark?" Optimus keeps walking as Bumblebee and Sari play video games on the sofa. "We haven't told anyone about the fragments."
  Hearing something being dropped, Optimus quickly turns to look at the little girl who has taken long-term residence at their base.
"Sari?" Optimus questions, getting closer to her. "Is there anything you want to say?"
"Sorry, I thought yall were going to release that information to the public soon," she plays with her thumbs, moving them in a circle in between her hands. "So, I thought, why not sell the information to a reporter? Save you guys the time!"
"Why would you do that?"
  Bumblebee questions her, he didn't know about her actions either.
"Because I need the money! If I don't have money, I can't afford food. If I don't eat, I'll die!" Sari feels threatened, especially when she sees the rest of the bots gathering around her. "And all my credit cards have been frozen ever since my dad disappeared."
  It was as if everyone had a spoken agreement. Her explanation was a very good one. Feeling shy and maybe like a burden to them, she did what any little girl would. As best as she could with the current circumstances. No one was angry at her, just worried for what this could bring to the team.
"What else have you told her?"
  Prowl asks this time, sounding as calm as ever.
"Nothing, I promise!" Sari exclaimed. "Actually, ever since I told her about my situation, she never fails to send me some money in the mail."
"Probably to gain your trust so you could later tell her more information about us," Ratchet always assumed the worst of people. A trait that no one could blame. Being a war-veteran, distrusting others was the best for survival.
"I don't think so, she just sends money. No notes, no letters, nothing."
"Whatever the situation is, we can't have her spreading misinformation about us," Bulkhead is the last to speak his mind.
"She wasn't lying, bulkhead," Optimus remembers your statements. Each of them had truth in them. "She was right. We did everything she said we did."
  As much as he wanted to reprimand the little girl, he couldn't do it. Instead he takes a few seconds to think.
"But we can't have her writing negative articles about us," he says as he takes a moment to look at his very little friend. "Especially if we plan to ask for some monetary compensation for Sari."
  He really didn't want to ask for any kind of payment from the humans. Everything he did, he did in the name of goodness and to further improve Cybertronian-Human diplomatic relationships. But Sari was part of the team and his duty as leader was to take care of everyone. And she was a helpless little girl. He needs to take care of her properly and for that he needs human currency. Not much, just whatever is needed for a human to survive. Food, maybe clothes? Water. Oxygen? Medication ... Education? Did she need that? He is not sure but maybe Sari could make him a list later.
For now, there is a reporter he needs to find.
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  You weren't new to doing undercover work. You enjoyed it, pretending to be someone else, getting the information you needed, then going home as if you had lived another life.
  Tonight, it was one of those nights. Where you wore heels, a skirt and a revealing top. Loose hair and lip gloss and a wing to cover your real hair color.
  During the day you were a reporter. Tonight you were a car enthusiast.
"So, would you take me?"
"A beautiful car needs a beautiful woman,"
  You had been talking with a man for fifteen minutes. It's stupid how easy it was to get a man. Just listening to them talk for ten minutes straight without talking usually does the trick.
"And you know, racing is not the only thing I am good at."
  Smiling, not because of his suggestive comment but because you were about to get what you wanted, you were about to make your way inside the car.
  Until bright lights pointing at you ruined the moment.
"What does that freak want?"
  There is a loud sound of engine coming from the large truck. Although the light was bright, you could see a few shades of blue and red.
"This is the police, stand down."
"Shit."
  The man who you were talking to didn't hesitate to turn on his car and speed up. Letting off a train of fumes and leaving you behind.
  Great, now you had to explain that you weren't a hooker but an undercover reporter to the officer.
  Except that this wasn't a cop. It wasn't even a person. But a driverless car. A bot you tragically knew too well.
"So you have come for your revenge after today's press conference?" you ask sarcastically as you begin to walk away. You raised your hand and waved from side to side."Well, you got it. Now leave me alone."
  You can hear the little 'click and clack' of your heels as they impact against the concrete ground. But close by you can still hear the roaring engines. Headlights were still pretty bright and you wondered if he understood human cues. Because this just looks like some guy harassing a woman.
"Not even a 'thank you' for saving you from that guy?" Optimus follows as he drives next to you. "I thought you would be more educated."
"Well, I didn't ask you to save me," you wanted to take bigger steps but you've been walking for so long with your heels that you can't do it anymore. "Is butting into other people's business an Autobot costume?"
"Look I am not going to fall into your tactics," he says. "I just came to say that I think we started off with the wrong pede."
"Oh? Really? Why do you think that?"
"Well, for starters, I think you have the wrong ideas about us," Optimus takes a closer look at you. Wearing a different style than what you wore this morning. "Yes you are right, sometimes we don't do the right thing. But we are new here and we don't know any better."
"So you should be excused for all actions just because of your ignorance?" you feel like you are being observed. Not in a desirable manner but rather a curious one. Optimus didn't have 'eyes' but optics. His vision is probably more enhanced, being a bot and all. "Is that what you are saying?"
"No, I am saying that maybe you could try and understand us and be more ... lenient whenever you write about us."
"And why would I do that?" you began to feel self conscious. Miniskirts weren't your thing, you liked them but Optimus heavy optics on you wasn't the most comfortable. Maybe it was all your imagination. Besides, you doubted that Optimus could feel attraction towards a human. "Are you going to hurt me if I don't?"
"What? No!"
  You stop walking and suddenly turn to look at him.
"Then I won't change anything."
  He doesn't want to think about it too much but he feels his something inside him short-circuit. Now, he realized he had been staring at you for too long. Particularly interested in your skin. As far as he knows metal and skin don't react the same way to cold. Your material being more sensitive to climate change. He was studying you and all he concluded is that you were cold.
"Why do you care so much about what we do and don't? How does it even affect you?" his engines roar louder. "We help the humans with crime, cleaning the streets, repairing buildings and other humiliating things without any type of compensation but I don't see you writing about that stuff!"
"Do you know what happens when you and your crew destroy a building?"
"The city repairs it."
"Yes, they do," you walk towards him, aggressively placing your hands on his door. His truck form was too large for you to reach his window. It's not like you were planning to punch him but rather make your point. "But who's money do they use to repair those damages?"
  He stays quiet and you proceed.
"The people's money," using your index finger, you keep poking at him each time you make a statement. "Ever since you and your Autobots got here, things have become way more expensive. Food, gas, bills. There are families who will be homeless because they can't afford to pay rent. All because the city is raising taxes to pay for all the damages you cause."
  His headlights blink every time you keep touching him, with every word that escapes your lips.
"It's already hard enough being a journalist in Detroit and now I have to focus on surviving too. I need to contribute good stories to the newsroom or I won't even have money to buy cigarettes."
  Then, you point off into the distance, the road is clear but dark. Only the city lights illuminated the path but everything had an eerie feel to it .
"And that guy you just scared off? He was my ticket to have a warm meal tonight and you ruined it for me."
  You take your hands off him. His headlights stop blinking.
"So, I am sorry. I am sorry I won't write about how the Autobots are Detroit's heroes and how good they are because they pick up some cans."
  You walk away. Now thinking of whether to spend your last $20 bucks on food or a taxi to take you home.
  At least you can't hear the roaring engine anymore.
As he sees you struggle to keep walking, Optimus notices your shivering. How you tried to cover your backside with your bag and how ever so often your stomach would quietly growl. Although he wasn't an expert on human biology, he knew that meant you were hungry.
  He remembers your words and then Sari's. Although you were struggling to survive, you still somehow managed to help out Sari. A job he is supposed to be doing but failing miserably.
"Iâ " he drives up to you again. For a second, he doesn't have anything to say. Apologizing won't help you in any way. "Is there any way I can help?"
"Well, unless you can transform into a racing car and take me to do some illegal car racing, I don't think so."
  Behind you, you hear metal shifting. Driving next to you is blue and red ... Corvette? Camaro? Ferrari? You didn't know a single thing about cars but the only thing you knew is that it was a nice looking car. Dynamic, elegant and shiny. Hot and sexy. And a beautiful car needs a beautiful girl.
"Anything else?"
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  It was 3 a.m.
A dark and isolated road on the outskirts of Detroit will be witness to your first car racing. You didn't know a single thing about cars and much less racing. But thankfully for you, your racer is a car. He should know better ... right?
  As a reporter you are supposed to blend in with the crow but with Optimus, you knew that was impossible. All eyes were on you as soon as you drove by the starting line. Wondering who had just joined the car racing scene.
"Everyone is here ... Can't we just arrest them?"
"No, I am not the police. I am just here to report on things. To inform people this is happening."
You look around the vehicle, there was technology that Earth didn't have. There wasn't a single thing you could understand. Getting nervous, you tried to get some fresh air. Clicking a few random buttons, you hear Optimus make a few displeased growls.
"Would you stop that? You know you are touching my body, right?"
  You quickly stop, not knowing how to feel about being inside a mechanic alien.
"Can you lower the windows then? I am starting to feel a little claustrophobic."
  Optimus does as you told him and now you get a clearer view of your sides. To your right there is a white Camaro with black racing stripes. To your left, a red and white car. The fancy type which brand you didn't know nor care.
"Hey beautiful, when I win let's make out in the back of my car!"
  Hearing that comment, you tell Optimus to roll up the windows again. He quickly didn't hesitate to ask questions.
"What is make out?"
  You see another woman stand in front of the car. Holding a red handkerchief. Extremely beautiful and thin, she made walking in heels look easy. The cars start their engines and you start regretting this.
"If we win this, I'll show you."
"What do we get if we win anyway?"
  Looking at the steering wheel, you think about holding it but then again Optimus seems very decided for you not to touch him. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you shake the thought off your head.
"I get a good story and three thousand dollars."
"Can I have some of that money? For Sari, of course."
"Absolutely but," you look around the car, trying to look for the seatbelt. The race was about to start and you couldn't find it. "Where is the seat-"
  But the race had started, Optimus didn't listen as he sped though the road. You abruptly lay back on the seat. Making mental notes about the situation. The racers, the rules, the cars, the place.
You wished you could enjoy the excitement of the race ... if it only wasn't that your life was held by a threat.
As Optimus makes an abrupt turn, you move from one seat to the other. Almost doing a complete 360.  Â
"Would you care to drive more carefully?!"
  You rub your head. Feeling like a small bump on the back, you are thankful the windows are tinted dark. No one can see your humiliating falling and bumping into Optimus windows and door.
"Don't you want to win, missy?"
"I can only win if I get to the finishing line ALIVE!"
  As if he wasn't hearing you, he makes another aggressive movement. This time you end up side down, with your head on the feet rest and your legs on the passenger seat.
"THAT'S IT! I AM DRIVING!"
  You straighten up and quickly put your hands on the steering wheel, taking control of the alien mech.
"Hey, missy! Hands off the steering wheel!!"
"I'll do that when you learn how to drive!"
  You fought against his strength, as he moved himself to the opposite side. It wasn't often that you fought against an alien but if your life wasn't in danger you wouldn't do so. Watching all the cars passing by was also alarming, you weren't only going to die but also lose.
"I'll have you know my driving skills have been renowned by the Elite Guard!"
"I don't give a fâ"
  He lost control, as you did. The screeching tires against the pavement could be heard as the rubber of them burned. You couldn't react as Optimus crashes against a pine tree. Hitting your head against the steering wheel, you thought you might get a concussion. However, you get enough strength to get out of the car and walk a few meters away from him. It wasn't until all the racing cars had passed you that Optimus transformed back to his robot form.
"I just got a new paint job and a polish!"
  He says as he sees some scratches on his body.
"And you almost killed me!" you put a hand on your head, it hurts as if your whole brain was pulsating. Your sight is dizzy and your body is weak. "I knew it, I knew this wouldn't work out and I still trusted you."
"We wouldn't be here if you had only kept your hands to yourself."
"No, we wouldn't be here if only you had a goddamn seatbelt?!"
  Optimus was also frustrated with the situation. Now he is too far behind to win the race and he needed the money to buy food for Sari. Not only that but after tonight he is going to have to give explanations to the rest of his team. He is probably gonna be made fun of for not having a 'leader-behavior' and they were right. Because why was he here? At first, he just wanted to help you. But it seems you don't want to nor appreciate his effort.
"And why would I? I don't let humans inside me," he points at you, unaware of your delicate state. "Besides it's not my fault your body is so weak."
"Well, for someone who is supposed to protect life, you certainly do a great," there is clear sarcasm in your voice. You probably shouldn't be fighting against a giant robot but if he were to squish you right now, he would be doing you a favor.
"I don't even know why you are on Earth if you don't even like humans."
"Oh, I like humans, I just don't like you."
"Well, the feeling is mutual."
  You take off your heels and start walking back on the cold pavement. Feeling cold everywhere, you wonder what is going to kill you first. Hypothermia or brain damage.
"Where are you going?"
"Home."
"We are on the outskirts of the city, you'll get home by the next solar cycle if you walk."
  As much as Optimus dislikes you, he wouldn't let a lady walk alone at night.
"Let me take you home."
"No," now it hurts to breathe. You probably got a few injuries but you tried to hide the pain. The last thing you wanted was to confirm Prime's idea that you were weak. You were, but he didn't have to know. "Just leave me alone."
"Does your pride have no end?" Optimus' words weren't helping either. "Just come insideâ"
  He was going to keep talking until he noticed that you had stopped walking. He sees you put a hand on your head and the other on your stomach.
  Suddenly, you lose balance and he quickly reaches a servo out to catch you. He had assumed that most humans should be warm. The coldness of your body was not common. Analyzing you, he sees that you are still breathing but unconscious. You are small on his servo and he feels as though he needs to cover you.
Maybe, you were right ... he should have let you drive.
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  There were many questions in Ratchet's processor. But seeing Optimus' worried face restrained his voice box from instigating the Prime.
"I am not an expert in human biology but my analysis says that she is dehydrated and malnourished. She probably hasn't eaten in days."
  Ratchet sees you in the medical berth. In a deep sleep and weakend, he doesn't know when you will wake up.
"Don't you think it would have been better to take her to a human medical center?"
"I thought about it but while I was driving, she woke up momentarily and asked me not to take her there."
  Optimus had assumed that the reason you didn't want to go to a 'hospital' was due that maybe you didn't have a means to pay for it. The thought alone made him spark ache, he didn't understand why humans would charge for a basic right.
"Well then, make yourself useful and bring her some warm human fuel," Ratchet says. "And maybe some human clothes with more fabric or a blanket."
  Optimus nods, but there is hesitancy. He doesn't move and Ratchet catches on this. His optics are on you as if studying you. Most obvious, there is guilt and worry. He takes a closer look at him. Some part of his paint was ripped off and his metal was scratched.
"Did anything of importance happen?"
"I tried to help her with something but things didn't occur as I planned them."
  There was something he was keeping to himself.
"Did anything else happen?"
"It's just ...," he pauses and the longer he looks at you, the more Ratchet wonders. He has known the boy for some time now. He has seen him at his best and at his worst but this is different. It's like he wants to say or do something but he can't. Either because he is too timid or because he can't find the right words. But Optimus' eloquence was known through all of Cybertron.
"It's nothing."
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  The smell of chicken noodle soup wakes up. It is an unknown place but you feel warm. Much more than your cold, small apartment. It was a bright room, and underneath was a red, giant medical bed. A white blanket covers your body and the face of a little girl stares right at you.
"Hi!"
  You slowly stand up, your head still hurting but at least you were alive.
"Hey, kid."
  You take a better look at the place around you. At least it wasn't a hospital and for that you were thankful.
"I am Sari! And you must be (Y/N)? We exchanged Autobot information before?"
  The girl was smiling, excited to see you. By hearing her name, you immediately knew what she was referring to. A few weeks ago, you had received a letter from someone, you assumed that it was a kid due to the wacky handwriting and simple vocabulary. Nonetheless, this kid was selling Autobot information to you, some things valuable, others not so much. After learning the truth behind the kid, you decided to help her as much as you could.
"I am guessing this is the secret base of the Autobots?"
  You ask the obvious. You didn't find any other logical explanation as to why there would be such big beds and medical equipment.
"Yeah ... Please, don't tell anyone," Sari says. "Or Optimus is gonna have to threaten you."
"Well, I would like to see him try," you give the little girl a head pat. "But I promise I won't say a word, just because you ask me to."
  This would have been valuable information if it wasn't due that it didn't matter anymore. You were supposed to have a story by today and the only thing you have is a headache. Another day, another non-existent payment. You are gonna have to get used to eating air at this point.
"You should eat," Sari puts the bowl of soup closer to you. "Optimus made it for you and I helped, of course."
  After hearing his name, you quickly turn to look at the little girl. You could tell she was telling the truth but she also had a mischievous smile.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"Â Â
  You weren't about to make a meal go to waste. Picking up the spoon, you start to dig in. It wasn't bad and you wonder if Optimus actually helped at all because you can't imagine someone who is unable to taste human food, being able to make something this good.
"Well, I was wondering ... Will you be staying with us from now on?"
"No," you simply say, too concentrated in eating to think properly. "Why are you asking that?"
"Well, do you want to?"
"Thanks for the offer but I don't think the Autobots would like me here."
"But I can get so lonely sometimes!" Sari puts puppy eyes on her face and you have to admit that it was slowly working. "I need a friend."
"You can still write to me if you would like."
"That's not enough ..."
  Suddenly, you heard loud and big steps approaching from behind you. You didn't want to think about it. If you don't see it, it's not real. But then you hear mechanics moving and you are sure that if you were to turn around, you'll find a very unpleasant faceplate.
"Sari, do not overwhelm our guests," Optimus says. "She's still recovering."
"Don't mind me, I was just leaving."
  Like an animal, you drink the last of your soup and put it next to you.
"Hey um ... About last night, I ..." He pauses and struggles with his words. "I wanted to apologizeâ"
"No need."
  You stand up and let the white blanket covering you slip off your body. It gets cold immediately and you are tempted to ask if you can stay with the blanket.
"Wait! If you really need to, you can stay here,"
"And become your charity project? No, thank you."
  His faceplate was still very close to yours. Now you can take a closer look at his optics. You didn't want to admit it but they were quite beautiful. A type of blue not found on Earth. Maybe not even in the entire universe. It was unique to him and you were a bit jealous of his own individuality.
"I am just trying to help."
"I think you have helped enough," you weren't about to fall for his kindness. It was his own stubbornness that put you in this situation. That and that you haven't taken care of yourself properly but he doesn't have to know that. "If I let you help me again, then I'll for sure die."
"If only you would put your pride away, we could help each otherâ"
"You want to help me? Why? Because you like me? Or to subside your guilt?"
"Because it's the right thing to do."
"The right thing to do?"Â You can't stand his righteousness. Pretending to be this all-good creature when you know that can't be. How good can he be when he is the cause of your misfortunes? Not only yours but to a lot of more people. The worst part of it all is that he doesn't seem to want to do anything about it. "Why don't you start by leaving my planet first then?"
  Optimus stares at you and you look back at him. It was a few seconds but to you it lasted minutes.
  He doesn't say anything but slowly moves apart from you and walks away.
You turn to look at Sari who was still sitting close by.
"Sorry you had to see that kid."
"It's alright, but can I tell you something?"
  You didn't want to be here. The sun was probably about to rise and you just wanted to go home. But you couldn't say no to the girl, she seemed too sweet and her situation was still lamentable. You nod, confirming for Sari to continue.
"I've known Optimus for a time now and I can tell you that he is not very well-versed with the ladies," she says. "He rescued a woman once and she asked for his phone number."
  Tilting you heard, a lot of things crossed your mind. You have so many questions, especially about the kind of woman who would want a machine as something more than a friend.
"And what happened?"
"He gave it to her and she texted him," she raised a small hand, pointing up. "The text said 'Do you think I am pretty?"
"And Optimus texted back saying 'I think you look soft and squeezable. And she never texted back."
  You stopped yourself from laughing. Although a small smile left your lips. You look away for a second and then look back at the young girl.
"Optimus is good at hiding his feelings but you can tell he was sad she never texted him back."
"Why are you telling me this?"
  You finally ask, curious about the story but mostly about Sari's intentions.
"Just so you know that he can be an idiot sometimes but he has a good heart ... Well, spark," Sari's voice becomes more gentle and this caught your attention. This wasn't supposed to be a funny story and now you feel a bit shameful for laughing.
"And I think he just doesn't know how to tell you that."
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The sun was starting to come out.
You took off your heels for a little bit until the cold pavement was too much to handle for your skin.
  You weren't expecting for things to go this way. Wanting to start a new life, away from everything. It was all going smoothly until they arrived. Now you find yourself on a bench, cold and hungry. Waiting for the first bus to take you home.
How much longer did you have to endure?
  You cover your face, ashamed of yourself. Of every decision you have made in your life. This is your reality now. About to be kicked out of your apartment, without a stable job and nowhere to go. No one to talk to.
Your cellphone rings.
  Not recognizing the phone number on the screen, you were hesitant to answer but lastly, you picked it up, things can't get worse anyways.
"It was harder to get a hold of you than I thought."
You recognized that voice.
"But I am glad you are doing fine. How's the city life treating you?"
"How did you find me?"
  You ask as you look around you. No one was out yet. Just a few cars passed by and the tweets of birds could be heard.
"That doesn't matter. I called thinking you may be interested in a job."
"I am not. No matter what you say, I won't go back there."
"Are you sure? I can send you over the first half of the payment right now."
You were in desperate need. He knows that and is taking advantage of that. Your instincts were begging you to say yes. To just do one more job, to get enough food to survive for a little while until you can get back on your feet. But ...
"I appreciate the offer. But I have to decline."
  There is a long pause.
"We'll keep in touch."
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"Still thinking about that woman?"
  When Ratchet says things like that, it's difficult not to notice the subtle hits in his voice box.
"Perhaps."
  Ratchet can tell many things from the Prime's actions. He wasn't drinking his fuel and in deep thought. At least he wasn't denying the question.
"I am sure you'll see her again," Ratchet says as he pat's Optimus' shoulder plate. "Next time ask for her number."
"It's not like that."
  His cheeks have a slight blue. Very minimal but Ratchet knows better than that.
It was a lively evening in the Autobot's base. With Bumblebee and Sari playing video games while Prowl and Bulkhead stand next to them. Optimus and Ratchet usually watch from the sidelines, never participating but just treasuring the tranquility of the moment.
"If it's not that then what is it?"
"I just ..."
  Optimus hesitates not because he didn't want to tell Ratchet but because he couldn't understand his own feelings. Was it guilt? Curiosity? It's strange and yet both emotions are something he wishes to not feel. He should be worrying about the things he can fix, people he can help.
He shouldn't think about you.
About yesterday night. About the drive back to the base. You laid on his seat, unconscious. Yet you mustered the strength to say three simple words.
"Don't leave me."
And just like that. His spark ached.
Damn you.
  He doesn't have time for this. For all he cares, he hopes to never see you again.
Because how dare you play with his feelings like that?
"I'm going for a drive."
  There was nothing else to do but ride or die.
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A/N: Here is a new story I am working on. It was really fun to write this. Thank you for all the support you have given me this far! I'll continue to write. For any ideas, comments, concerns, comments you can always message me/or inbox me here. Thank you. Also sorry for any mistakes I made. I don't proof read. Regardless, I hope you enjoy and I'll be answering comments soon!
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