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necrolog1st · 29 days ago

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headcanons/sketches with JOE/gn!reader

fandom : REVERSE1999

tags/warning : gn/reader, romantic, sfw, VERY BAD ENGLISH(I hate my translator), comfort, in moments non-canonical behavior.

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First meeting...

The golden age of San Francisco, or the fever that everyone wanted to cash in on, in your time engulfed many, from noisy and proud pranksters to sullen uncles in black glasses and with gold teeth that sparkled like prey. They had one thing in common - everyone wanted to take a piece of the delicious cake. San Francisco will become an important trade center. More visitors - more money! Enormous potential for young and old. The streets, like trophies, were divided between gangs. The air was thick with exhaust fumes, hot asphalt and caked blood. Alcohol and metal became a constant taste on the tongue.

It was terribly hot outside, and stuffy. The air seemed to be pressed into your throat. You walked trying not to touch the crowd or not to trample the feet of passers-by. Even despite your caution, you received a couple of elbows in the side. The voices of people merged together, forming a noise. The merchants shouted about "exclusive goods from Boston itself!", some customers were indignant at the top of their voices, trying to knock down the price. Saturday is one of the only days off for you. And you are clearly not the only one. The shoes slid on the heated stone as if on a frying pan. They rubbed badly, you already felt another blister and washing with soap until your fingers cracked.

On weekdays it was quieter here, almost cozy - you could leisurely look at the goods and buy another piece of junk with a clear conscience. Now everything was more like a race, you looked almost reproachfully at each seller who was pestering you with goods. You were heading to the French pastry shop. Although only the name was French, the buns there were truly divine - warm, crispy, with a filling. Walking through all the obstacles, you were pushed again, this time on the head, obviously by one of the tall boors. "Excuse me" did not follow, but you did not care, because thanks to this, your gaze fell on a small passage between two houses, a little to the left, a narrow passage was guessed. Thinking quickly, you turned, otherwise you would have to go against the flow of people, and for this here they could call a couple affectionate words.

The alley greeted you with a pleasant silence, as if someone had turned down the volume. The hum of the street was left behind. You leaned your hands on the wall - uneven, peeling in places, with damp spots. Scraps of paper, pieces of old newspapers and magazines were lying on the floor. You took a step deeper, trying to catch your breath a little, here between the walls the world slowed down, in your case it seemed luxurious.

You knew the area, and in fragments remembered this place from childhood. Now the steps were quieter, and the goal was much more noble: buns. Warm, crispy, with cinnamon or chocolate. You had already mentally asked yourself about this difficult choice. Thoughts floated easily with the flow and your step became more confident. Thoughts crashed into an obstacle: two unfamiliar faces ahead. One was holding the door into an incomprehensible abandoned building, and the other was leaning against the wall at the entrance. You decided that you would calmly walk through them, although a bad feeling covered you from head to toe. Maybe they were just smoking, or waiting for someone. But inside, a chill ran down your neck. A premonition, not loud, but dense, like an impending disaster. Mentally, you regretted turning at that moment. When you were halfway there, one of them smiled, without saying your name, without straightening his back. Just a half-smile, too long, too addressed to you. It was as if he slid slightly towards you - not completely, but enough for you to feel alarm.

The second was silent. But the gaze was noticeably directed to your face, a little longer than allowed.

"What is such a pretty face doing in a place like this?" one drawled, leaning closer.

"Don't be afraid, we are cultured. We just want to know your name." the second grinned, looking you over.

They tried to play gentlemen, in their manner, in their intonation. But there was mockery in their eyes, lazy superiority in their poses. Your fists gave in on their own. Your chest felt tight. Swallowing your saliva, you moved away two short steps, your eyes darting around trying to find salvation, taking in details: blank walls, trash cans, a narrow passage straight ahead. Not a soul. You knew that San Francisco was a city full of risk. Maybe you just liked to promise yourself without giving guarantees. You grew up on these streets, heard shots at night, but as long as it didn't concern you, you thought that trouble would pass the 'ordinary civilian'.

—Sorry... I'm not looking for new acquaintances. —You were surprised how quiet your voice became. It almost didn't belong to you. Feeling wary and afraid, you were ready to run, but your cottony legs wouldn't obey. You didn't know what their plans were, but you didn't want to find out.

And then — quick, swift steps from behind. Your brain began to scroll through the most terrible scenarios. Is this another bandit? The leader? Has he come to break your hopes? Everything inside you shrank into one lump. You began to scroll through all your sins and began to think why this was happening to you.

Suddenly, someone's heavy, clearly male hand fell on your shoulders. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed burns, a theory floated up that the man was an alchemist, or a blacksmith, it seemed that you felt hard calluses on your palms through your gloves. From surprise, your whole body tensed up, like a tightly wound spring. Someone high y stood close behind you, looming, as if fencing you off from the other two. He didn't look at you, he looked straight ahead. The stranger, forcing you to shuffle your feet, dragged you further down the alley. You shuddered. A squeak escaped before you realized that you wanted to remain silent.

"Sorry guys, let me pass," he said, in a tone in which politeness was felt only in words, although the man smiled almost in a friendly way. The stranger was already dragging you along. His steps were quick, decisive. Your gait was uncertain, confused. They were slightly surprised, one even said not very kind words for the road, and perhaps wanted to speak out, but the second slapped him on the shoulder, letting him pass, as if saying that problems were not needed. And at that time, you did not really enjoy the attention of men. The shoulder under his arm was tense, as if under fire.

"May I walk you?" — he patted you on the shoulders soothingly, like older brothers do, but you had neither the strength nor the trust to believe in this gesture.

— No, I'm just heading to the pastry shop... — You were abruptly interrupted by the stranger's action, he looked around slightly and carefully glanced from behind, with an almost strained smile.

— Play along with me, I'm being chased. — he said in one breath, trying not to move his lips, so that it would not be noticeable that he was talking at all. It was as if you heard his thoughts, in which it sounded 'I know that now all this is like a bad joke, but... I need you to play a role.'

— Oh... — in response, he heard only a short, simple answer. You walked straight ahead, as if you were really with him. Although everything inside was torn back, now kicks in the side and pain in your fingers seemed like luxury.

You did not look back and your steps fell into your own rapid pulse. The semi-darkness of the shadow of the damp gateway pressed down from above. Your legs felt weak, as if they had forgotten: you need to run. Occasionally you caught yourself thinking that your heart was beating like a wounded sparrow: you could hear the blood pounding in your temples through your skin. Your legs were trying to keep up with the stranger. Almost reaching the end and seeing a small passage, you relaxed a little, as much as you could in such a situation. For a moment, a weak hope pierced you. Trouble begins where you least expect it. And at that very moment, a voice, hoarse and impudent, hit you in the back:

“I told you, Joe, we threw you a bone, but we won’t be so generous next time.” - someone’s hoarse voice is heard from behind, bandits are looking out of the windows of houses, or rather thugs for whom only green bills are important. The speaker, most likely the leader, shifts the gun from one hand to the other and then points it at the stranger-savior, more precisely - Joe. You recall this name, you can say this is the leader of Haight Street. You have heard about him many times, especially about the metal badge symbolizing the donor's friendship, you will not be welcome among criminals, but this round "token" gives the poor from the street a guarantee of protection. You once saw him, but did not really want to get involved in this. Now, whether you want to or not, you had to get involved. Your throat was dry, you stood behind Joe, your feet stuck to the dirty concrete did not even give you the opportunity to breathe. Your body treacherously froze, your voice sat down - you could not breathe, your throat was dry to the point of creaking. Joe slowly turned to them, reaching for the knife behind his back. The blade flashed, and Joe slowly ran his fingers along the edge, as if he was checking it for sure - solid, thick, ready for blood. Another detail that you remembered, the so-called Bowie knife, you heard about it on the radio.

"You know, you can cut people with this knife, you can cut dragon fruit - good metal doesn't care. And are these bullets of yours capable of any of that?" he teases with a half-smile on his face, but in fact he is examining other places for victory and slightly pushing you. The leader frowned, but still kept his sights on you. A smile flashed across his face - the same one that should not be trusted.

"Run, don't worry, as long as my girl Bowie is with me, I have nothing to worry about." You followed his words without thinking about the words. One word 'run' was enough. You ran out of the alley and quickly returned to the market, the sound of which seemed like a comforting melody, your heart was beating wildly.

For a couple of minutes, you just stood there, resting your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. The air, warm and dusty, filled your lungs - today was not on schedule. While you were realizing what was happening five minutes ago, you decided to put aside the cinnamon buns and confidently headed to the Haight Street arcade restaurant. The place was noisy, warm and slightly shabby - J's friends and those who were left behind the system flocked there. It was known for being an arcade. If you were lost, you could get free leftovers and a good night's sleep with a roof over your head. J is not just a guy. But you still wanted to make sure that he was okay. You did not plan to be a hero. You just came up with a simple plan, the main thing is to be careful, without direct interference. As soon as we crossed the threshold, our gaze immediately fell on him: a living mannequin in a colorful hat - a Pioneer. One of those who are known by both sides of the street. He was one of those who, despite his oddity, always held himself with dignity. You immediately approached him and hastily explained the situation. The pioneer kindly asked for some water for you and listened, unlike some, he is a real gentleman. Taking off his colorful hat and adjusting his jacket covered in graffiti, he thought for a moment.

��Thank you for reporting the incident,” he said after a pause. “I’m sure J is fine. But it’s still worth visiting him.”

The fear did not go away, but your legs moved on their own. You wanted to at least say “thank you.” You wanted to return the debt. Having reached the place where everything happened, you would not say that you were very surprised. No drama. Only broken walls, traces of a fight - scratches on the concrete, dents, blood. You saw only one unconscious body, a thug, probably from that very gang.

However, Joe was no found.

You combed everything: from the market to the backs of diners, peered into gateways, peered into faces, staring at every passerby who looked even a little like you. No one saw either J or the "large man with a burn on his cheek." As if he had evaporated. It was already getting dark. The sun was setting, leaving ragged shadows on the walls of the alleys. Your back ached, your legs trembled from fatigue. Pioneer, who did not get tired physically, seemed to be exhausted mentally: he stood, leaning his shoulder against a dirty wall, as if the weight of powerlessness also existed in him. A rusty garbage can stood between you, you shuddered, squatting down. The most deplorable thoughts causticly crept into your head - J was taken by bandits, and now his body was being safely buried, or throw him into the river. Your brain thought up the details on its own. No matter how optimistic the pioneer was, you seemed to hear his thoughts, and they were no different from yours. The pioneer did not try to cheer you up. He was simply silent, and this silence screamed louder than words. As if the two of you were standing at a funeral. You felt sad and ashamed, if you had been faster, perhaps he could have been saved... And so slowly the guess turned into truth for you. You and the pioneer were silent, as if at a minute of silence in memory of the deceased. However, someone's hand suddenly slipped out of the tank, feeling for something to lean on. You shuddered with your whole body, as if someone had poured ice water on you, and jumped up from your place so abruptly that pain shot through your lower back, although you were still in the prime of youth. The pioneer, no less stunned, stepped back, just in case getting into a fighting position stand. The heart was beating so hard that it seemed like it would burst out.

Someone was trying to get out.

A hand, shaking and covered in dust, found support - a worn, rusty piece of iron on the side of the tank. Heavy breathing came from inside, with a hoarseness, as if a person had just survived a fall. The pioneer, as if realizing the whole situation and solving the riddle, jerked open the lid. You both, almost simultaneously, looked inside. The guess turned out to be correct: in a pile of torn clothes, as if in an old nest, J was lying. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and blood slowly flowed from his punctured leg.

It seems they didn’t chase me - he muttered and sank back into the rags with a dull groan. It seemed that he didn’t care too much. As if he was planning to take a nap now, and not die from a wound. - Help me stand up. - J, laughing hoarsely, tilted his head slightly and suddenly looked closely at your face. J, whose attention was riveted on the Pioneer, switched to you. The thought sounded in his head that he would not remember you, but he almost thoughtfully looked at your features and, finally standing on one leg, he snapped his fingers.

- You're the guy I saved this morning. - You nodded, already preparing to say thank you, but the pioneer interrupted your thoughts.

- You know, you're lucky, old man. This box is filled with torn clothes and children's toys from a second-hand store. - He knocked his cane on the asphalt, as if beating a march.

- Well, - J muttered, wincing slightly, - better clothes than rats. Although I'm not sure that they weren't here.

From the light, casual conversations, you felt a little better, a stupid smile almost spread across your face smile. He was still hanging on your and Pioneer's shoulders. His body was warm, heavy, you felt how all your clothes for tomorrow would be soaked with the smell of the forge and alchemy. Remembering your reason for helping, you turned to J.

- Thank You, Mister Joe, for helping me out of trouble. - you still said quietly, but with a share of gratitude. It seems that you and Jay were the same age, but it was already a habit to speak formally 'You' and 'Mister'.

- There is no need for such formalities, it seems that you will also pay me in a similar coin. - The words sounded so sweet that Pioneer slightly rolled his eyes and kicked Joe in the shoulder. Now you were simply leaving the alley, helping Joe to move his legs. You stole a glance at the Bowie knife - it was in its sheath, did he really carry it everywhere...

- Interested? - as if he answered your thoughts, you were slightly surprised. - You have no idea how hot this girl can be! This forge is taking all my attention. Do you want to take a look? you didn't understand the action, but it was alien to you that a man with a half-dead leg was talking with such passion. You got to Dr. Liu - a local underground doctor living on trust and something underground, you did not go into details. Jay's leg was fixed, he was still limping unnoticeably, but the main thing was that he was alive. You were sitting near the door on the curb looking at a small bush of dandelions, not wanting to get into their conversation. It was worth remembering that you did not want to get into these games. You were not a florist or an amateur, but it seemed that dandelion wine was popular these days. Suddenly it dawned on you - you still hadn't bought buns, it was already getting dark, so you did not really want to eat the leftovers. You were tired and inhaled.

- Looks like I won't eat buns today ... - you muttered, staring into space

- What buns? — a familiar voice sounded almost next to you, and you flinched, reflexively turning around. Joe stood leaning on the door frame, as if he hadn’t been lying in a trash can a couple of hours ago.

— Initially, I was going to the bakery. — you tiredly dropped your hands on your knees. — But something went wrong...

— Then we’ll have to fix it. — He chuckled quietly, came up, limping slightly, and carefully sat down next to you on the curb. You raised one eyebrow, but Jay only cleared his throat, as if he hadn’t said anything. You sat like that for a minute.

You took one last short breath and stood up, adjusting your clothes. All you wanted was a good night’s sleep and to get home as soon as possible.

— Get there in one piece — J said goodbye.

Awareness of feelings. . .

The next day you slept, determined not to show up at home. The world could wait. Nothing seemed more important than catching misty dreams and watching blind starfalls pouring into your head. Unfortunately, you woke up too early. The duvet cover wrapped itself around your legs, as if trying to keep you in your sleep, but it was too late. Morning laziness pleasantly enveloped your body, you closed your eyes and involuntarily smiled at how quiet and peaceful it became inside. Birds settled on the windowsill. They chirped to each other, called to each other, as if sharing their mood with you. The sun lazily made its way through the curtains, it seemed that nothing could destroy this fragile idyll. The sun lazily made its way through the curtains.

At that very second, the silence was broken by a deafening:

— BEEP!

You shuddered. The birds took off with a startled flapping of their wings and disappeared into the sky. You sat up abruptly, your hair was all over the place, your heart was pounding in your chest. You were ready to throw a stone at the window, hoping to hit an important part of the motorcycle, or the motorcyclist's face. You approached the window and almost fell, and opened the casement with the intention of giving out a portion of morning eloquence - but you froze for a second. A familiar silhouette in a hand-painted motorcycle helmet was standing by the sidewalk. J. Of course. Without even taking off his helmet, he held out his hand with a paper bag. At first you were a little surprised, but your brain wasn't working in the morning, so you automatically took the bag and opened it and were pleasantly surprised, there was a bun from the bakery that you never bought yesterday.

- J? - it finally dawned on you, while your eyes were like five cents.

- You can say thank you for yesterday. — You didn't make a sound, too quick a change of mood. Before J had time to step on the gas, you glanced at the bun and then back at him.

—Thank you... — the last thing that escaped your lips.

They smiled at you and waved back. And you stood by the window, not understanding anything.

I guess that's where it all started.

You started dropping into the restaurant on Haight Street more and more often — seemingly just like that, to while away the time. But gradually this 'just like that' became a habit, and conversations with Jay became as common as morning tea or the sunset outside the windows. Since then, it was as if you had grown into his life — a thin thread, imperceptible, but strong. He was always there: sometimes like an annoying speck of dust in the eye, sometimes like a warm shadow on a hot day. You opened up to each other gradually, as if polishing each other, removing layer after layer. Every time he would say something like, "Hey, be careful and avoid the dark streets!" when you were leaving home in the evening, there was an almost childish affection in his voice. He loved to touch you: put his arm around your shoulders, run his fingers through your hair, tousle it so that it became a whirlwind. At these moments, he seemed almost like an older brother - and always, with a grin, compared you to Paulina, his little sister. "Wrong time, wrong place!" you always repeated. He still stopped by with treats - and when your patience with hearing his honking halfway across the street finally snapped, you pulled him by the ear and quietly but sternly scolded him. You tugged his unfortunate ear about fifty times. This only amused him. At first he tried to justify himself, and then he laughed so loudly that you were already embarrassed in front of passers-by, for which you called him even weirder. Sometimes you sat together at the bar, reading old action comics. J didn't like them, but he never left. 'I'm not a fan of those comic book heroes. They're usually some rich kid with a tragic past playing "defend the city."' He chuckled softly at every other illustration. What was doubly funny was that he didn't even get offended - he just said: "Then you deserved it." At some scenes you just quietly laughed together, and at others you burst into laughter and got hit in the forehead with a fork from the neighboring table. He often teased you. He often teased you. He liked to see how irritation jumped out on your calm face. But what amused him most were the moments when you didn't get the joke - your different upbringing made itself felt, and at such moments it was him who felt awkward. He would fall silent and then try to explain the joke for hours, making excuses. The quiet evening enveloped the restaurant in soft light. Somewhere behind you, plates were clinking dully, the radio was lazily playing old songs, as if breathing in time with the rhythm outside the windows. You and Jay chatted as usual, unhurriedly, as if time stretched out between phrases. At some point, you both fell silent, catching snatches of conversation from the neighboring table. Trying not to laugh, you began to discuss someone else's incident - in a whisper, with a noticeable spark in your eyes. You had already forgotten that Mercuria, with whom you, by the way, quickly became friends, and of course Pioneer were sitting next to you. Pioneer looked at you chatting, and Mercuria meanwhile, tapped out the rhythm of the song with her fingers, playing along with the melody that, it seemed, only she was enjoying. This was not the first and not the last time. It was as if you were cut out of common time - and no one, it seemed, wanted to bring you back. You looked next to each other as if you had been together from the very beginning. Like family.

- When will they already confess. - Pioneer quietly inhaled and adjusted his hat, his ears were already tired of listening to both of you. He did not even try to speak too quietly, you were both deaf when you chatted. Mercuria, without changing her character, calmly answered. - Everything will happen in due time.

J had relationships, although more likely affairs. It is not that he was a womanizer, not at all. It was just that over time he became that very friend with whom you could joke, laugh, cry on the shoulder, and nothing more followed. J was ready to continue doing this, but one day Pioneer called him an idiot, and began to give heartfelt speeches. He did not even try to hide the fact that he listened to little. However, the words "You are both hopeless..." stuck in my memory. The feeling came when for the first time he looked at you differently, not as a younger sister in whose eyes he should become an imitator, but as a person who can listen to him too. Without pretense. Without a bulletproof vest of jokes. You were sitting together on a sagging dusty sofa, the light barely touching his face when he spoke. Not right away. Word by word - as if he was first pulling out splinters, one by one. About how he misses Paulina, about how much he wants to hug her again and introduce her to you. About how he is offended inside that she left with a crash. Word by word and he seemed to have revealed every inch of his soul. J, whom everyone on Haight Street knew, was a rock. A support, a shoulder, a stupid joke, a cigarette for two and armor that he forged for himself. But not now, not with you. Or rather, he simply poured them out, simply did not believe in what was happening, answered sarcastically. He hated. Not you, not the world - only himself.

You did not say much. Just sat down next to him. In response, you held him tightly by the shoulders and almost quietly stroked him. The lamp flickered. He held a photograph in his hand, old, a little faded, but not torn. The owner was careful - the very one where Paulina was still nearby. It seemed that his pain was yours too. You tried to calm him down, unobtrusively, rather encouraging him to think, when you realize something yourself, this is much more effective. In the end, you turned his head towards you, carefully. For the first time, he felt like he had become a fragile vase, but they weren't trampling on him, on the contrary, they were trying to save him.

- If you ever feel hard... if you want to hide inside yourself again... - you paused, not for beauty, but so that he would remember. - Just remember: I'm here.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. A simple promise, quiet, unobtrusive. For J it was not just words. It was an explosion, an axis shift, something almost impossible for the old J, who suppressed every tear. He hugged you sharply, like a person who is afraid of being seen too openly. Not out of pride, but on the contrary, out of fear of being vulnerable. Inside, he knew it was more than just ego. You responded carefully, stroking his hair, a soft gesture that did not demand anything, only confirmed: "I'm here." He did not know what to say. He just breathed, while it was allowed.

After that moment, all the ordinary ones really near you became almost intimate. Unnoticed, but irreversible. He would look at your face for much longer than he should have, and then he would quietly look away and not look at you for the rest of the day. He would walk you to the door of your house, with the feeling that he wanted to say something, something important, but all that came out was a goodnight. He would feel a slight tremor in his spine when you accidentally touched his shoulder. And when you held his hand, he would squeeze his fingers a moment longer than necessary. One night, lying in silence, he couldn’t stand it and covered his head with a pillow, wanting to drown out all thoughts. Thoughts about you. He wanted to return to that time me, when I could just laugh with you, without analyzing your every gesture, without being afraid of myself. When I thought that all this was natural.

It was scary to admit. But to continue was even scarier.

You noticed the changes immediately, he was no longer the J you knew. He joked cleverly and was the first to fight. He was still like that... but not with you. Some tension appeared in your conversations on his part, as if he was afraid to be himself next to you.

You decided not to push, to give him time. Maybe that evening had shifted too much, maybe he needed a break. Or he was afraid of what was nearby. For him, everything had become even worse now, you were not imposing yourself, which meant that soon your communication would come to zero. He was lying with his torso on the bar counter, ready to hit his head against it. The companion was standing next to him, and through the pile of metal you could feel her sad look. He had almost resigned himself to it, thinking that now everything would end in silence. That you would no longer speak first. That you would leave. And this was giving him away more than any street fight. He didn’t even know what he was more afraid of — losing you or confessing. Of course, everyone already understood what was between you, especially J’s feelings. Suddenly, he lightly slammed his fist on the table. He was fed up. He needed to confess once and for all, he was no longer a child to mumble. So he thought.

The next day, J looked like he had spent the night fighting a brick wall and it seemed the wall had won. He invited you to the same Haight Street restaurant, although you went there almost every day. You walked in. He was already sitting at his favorite table, not turning around, as if he was waiting for you, like someone waiting for a verdict with strained calm, although before he would immediately wave his glove. When you hugged him tightly from behind while he was sitting at the entrance, you were ready to swear on the street, you saw a pink tint on his cheeks. With a pure soul, you ordered a new salad, a new one, with a fashionable name, hoping that at least the food that day would be predictable. You did not eat all day, deciding to keep your appetite. So when you waited five, ten, thirty, an hour for the unfortunate salad, you were dying of hunger. This was J's plan. No, not to starve you, but just wait until all the visitors leave and finally blurt out all his feelings. In front of the mirror, he worked out all the words, he was not a pedant, but the moment was special. Then when the restaurant was empty, you were finally served a salad, even Sputnik left, which seemed strange to you. However, your brain went empty when you started eating. J was sitting next to you, it seems you did not notice his nervous face behind the smile. J mentally encouraged himself, said that everything would go well, that you need to start from afar and not disgrace yourself.

— Can I k-kiss you? — he was almost sure in his face, but his whole body tensed up. As if he was waiting for a blow. Or an answer. The words mixed up in his head, this was the last phrase. Everything inside was shrinking, from shame. He sighed heavily, did not want to look you in the eyes.

— For the first time I see a man asking for permission. — You, meanwhile, were calmly chewing. The salad was delicious. Or you were just starving to death. J was quite surprised by your words, although he was more likely in misunderstanding.

— So can I or...? — he drew out the last words

— Wait a minute, I'll finish the mushroom — you said, without raising your voice, not losing a bit of dignity.

— Yes, yes, eat. Don't rush. — Jay muttered, moving away and at the same time not knowing where to put his hands.

He was sure this was the longest minute of waiting. He was about to say something - that it was okay, that if you didn't feel the same way, he would understand. That he might have messed it up. That he shouldn't answer out of pity. That -

Suddenly your lips covered his. Not gently, not timidly, not like in an old movie in the rain. But sharply, firmly, with confidence, as if he had been yours all this time. Your hands fell on his shoulders and pressed him closer, and no matter how hard he tried to look calm, he froze with eyes the size of five kopecks. He tried to gently respond to the kiss, but you didn't give him a breath. It seemed he was hoping too much for him to lead, but you had other plans.

When you pulled away, that same old, cheeky, careless smile blossomed on his face. Funny and beloved. A smile you hadn't seen for so long.

- I thought I would lead... - then you kissed the edge of his lips at the end.

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thequietkid-moonie · 2 months ago

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I want to be together and tell the stars about you

[ DRABBLE ] [ Reverse 1999 ]

> Established relasionship, falling sleep in their shoulder

Vila

She knew this may happen and probably was her plan all along, she could tell you were feeling tired and she didn't wanted you to force yourself, still she can't help but chuckle when you fell sleep in her shoulder, she stares a little before grapping her arm around you to hold you closer, making sure you are comfortable before joking about what would you do without her and wishing you sweet dreams, and its okay if you are already sleep and don't heard her, this is not the last time she would say it

Sonetto

The moment you rested your head on her shoulder she was taken by surprise, looking at you while asking if you are alright, if you need something and even asking if you don't prefer to sleep in bed, but the answer never came since you were already sleep, Sonetto tilts her head a little just to get distracted by your sleepy expression, she can't help but stare a little before smiling, deciding to just let you rest before looking away to continue whatever she was doing

Matilda

The moment she felt your head fall in her shoulder Matilda tensed up completely, and seeing you already sleep just make her even more flustered annoyed, she is trying to be mad at you and scold you but she is just stuttering under her breath how inappropriate and offensive towards her this is while her blush just grows more and more, it takes her a while but she finally managed to gather the willpower to calm down and let you be (altought, she will be discreetly looking at you a few times)

Sweetheart

It is quite the risk to do such thing as fall sleep in her shoulder, she should praise you for your boldness, but Sweetheart guess that it wouldn't be much of a problem to let you be just this time, after all you are her favorite person, but at least she will take a little advantage and look at you, gently put the straids of your hair behind your ear and enjoy the beautiful sight of your peaceful expression, so vulnerable and comfortable, and thats when she decides that this is a sight she wants all for herself so you better not do this with anyone else

Ezra

He is not too happy with this, he doesn't mind and may even be a little flattered that you find his presence so comforting and peaceful that you can fall sleep, the problem is that if you sleep in a position like this you may end up hurting yourself but looking at your peaceful expression makes him hard to try to wake you up, after a moment and with a sigh he decides to just try to adjust his position so you can rest in a more comfortable way, even letting you lay more on him (as flustering that may be)

Diggers

It is sure to say that Diggers is quite fascinated by the way you simply rest your head gently in his shoulders before falling sleep, is cute and quite the adorable sight, it makes his heart happy knowing that you feel so comfortable to even fall sleep at his side, he can't help but chuckle even when he gently cover his mouth when he relizes it, he doesn't want to accidentally wake you up, it take him a while to get his eyes out of you and when he does he decide blow bubbles to protect your peaceful sleep

Getian

Even if you were sleepy it still takes by surprise the moment you rested your head on his shoulders, Getian looked at you and expected for you to say something, thinking you may need something, but quickly noticed the way your eyes were closed and the soft raise and fall on your chest, humming to himself and staring a little longer just to appreciate the peace you are in right before looking away while grapping one of his wings around you so you can rest more comfortable

He was in the middle of telling you about his new ideas for new inventions, it is rude to fall sleep when someone is talking to you, you know? Still, X already expected it, not for nothing he dragged you to his lab and was a bit more quiet and calm than normal, he just look at you with a smile, moving a little just so you can be more comfortable before returning to his plans, holding one of your hand gently

#i prefer to lose my arm completely than letting anyone fall sleep on my shoulder #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #vila x reader #sonetto x reader #matilda x reader #sweetheart x reader #ezra x reader #diggers x reader #getian x reader #x x reader #x reader #drabble

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3amstoryreader · 1 month ago

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No matter what, we'll be together.

Medicine Pocket x fem!reader AU

This scenario occurs in an AU where the storm phenomenon doesn't exist. Reader is not an arcanist/established relationship/fluff/sensitive content: discrimination against arcanist/English is not my first language

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You were on a rare date with your partner, MedPoc. You chose the newly opened café as your location and sat together by the window, enjoying the view. The bright sun beautifully reflected off your lover's golden eyes.

"Look at you—pale face, messy hair, and dark bags under your eyes. I’m glad you finally got two weeks off from responsibilities and boring reports." You tried to start a conversation to get MedPoc's attention on you instead of whatever they were thinking about.

"Vertin, with reports to manage, a team of incompetents to supervise, fundraising to tackle, and puppies to care for, it all feels so draining. Yet, I will always make time for you." They offered you a small reassuring smile before turning their attention to the menu resting on the wooden table. The aroma of freshly baked pastries and coffee filled the air around you. The background music was soothing, and the view of the park outside was breathtaking.

"This place isn't bad, and they have a lot of food and drinks. Med, take a look at the cheesecakes and fruit shakes." You pick up the sheet, literally shoving it in their face.

"You idiot, my eyesight is 10/10! I don't need the menu this close to my fucking face!" they replied, annoyed by your behaviour. However, you didn't take their words to heart. Having known MedPoc for a while, you had simply grown used to the way they acted, talked, and expressed themselves sometimes.

“Fine, read the whole thing yourself. I'm ordering [insert something to eat] and a [favorite drink].” You moved the piece of paper out of the way, waiting to hear what Medpoc was going to choose.

"I can order dinosaur-shaped cookies! This is amazing! I'll have a coffee, too." You stared at the overjoyed researcher in front of you with amusement. It makes your heart skip a beat to see them so happy like today, instead of buried in a never-ending pile of suffocating work.

"Can I take your orders, ma'am... and sir?" The moment was interrupted by the waitress, who was trying to figure out how to address MedPoc. You couldn't help but want to laugh at your lover's expression, clearly uncomfortable being analyzed like a lab sample or a specimen.

"Ma'am, sir, young lady, young boy and etc I honestly don't give a fuck about it I just want a few of the dino-shaped cookies and a macchiato as for my girlfriend she wants[your order]"

The waitress glances back at MedPoc, mumbles a quick apology, and walks away after taking your orders. "My apologies. I'll be back soon"

"And as for you, don't pretend I can't see you trying hard not to laugh," they said, pinching your left cheek before shifting to a more serious demeanor.

"It's honestly so annoying. Every time we go out together, I can feel the intense stares of others on me just because I'm different."

MedPoc faces the window, observing the lively scene outside. Couples on stroll hand in hand, families share joyful moments, and students chat animatedly, their laughter filling the air. Friends gather in small groups, each completely absorbed in their interactions. The atmosphere is vibrant, with each individual living their own unique experience. How beautiful.

“Is this because of what just happened? You usually don’t take things like this seriously. Is everything alright?” You knew them better than anyone, and something was definitely off.

"No is not that. He, she, it you know I don't give a damn about the pronouns thing anatomically speaking I'm not a man or a woman anyways, but..." they take a moment of silence slowly observing you carefully and taking a good look at their reflection on the glass.

"...right now, look at me and then around us. Don't I stand out a lot? I'm an arcanist, and everybody can tell, a scary arcanist and a normal girl on a date. How hilarious. They don't dare to say anything but I'm not dumb it's written all over those idiotic faces" They keep on rambling while you just listen letting them finish saying what was troubling their mind all this time.

"I know that you love me, but sometimes I can't help but think about how your life changed because of me. Don't you get criticised for taking someone like me as your lover? A freak? Arcanum wielder?" Silence again by the look of it, MedPoc was probably waiting for your response.

"Between me and you, I can't tell who should be the idiot now. You think like those close-minded people, we're in a new era where humans and arcanists coexist and can get legally married without any problems; indeed, you don't see many like us, but who cares? You're my world, my universe, and that's what matters, I love you, and nothing on this planet can make me take back my words. "

Without hesitating, you stand up from your seat to reach MedPoc's face. They barely have time to register what's happening before you bring your lips to theirs.

They wrapped their arm around your neck, drawing you closer as the kiss deepened. The world around you froze as the voices and music faded.

“Enough! Get off me, you clingy, crazy woman. If you’re going to do something like that, at least not here!” their face became crimson red as they struggled to say proper sentences.

"Look at the all mighty Medicine Pocket who now turned into a blushing mess"

"Shut-" their words were cut off by a feminine voice "ehm pardon for the interruption, but here's your order" the waitress walks away avoiding eyes contact

"You know... I will marry you one day, put a pretty ring on your finger. I can already see you wearing a nice suit or.... even better a beautiful white dress. After that, your genius mind won'tbe troubled by any nosense, and-" MedPoc couldn't take it anymore. They stood up, shoved a cookie in your mouth, and kept those lips sealed with their hand.

"Enough! Do you want to make a fool out of me so badly today? " their cheeks were burning, knowing your lover they were probably dying of embarrassment and trying too hard to hide due to their ego.

"And if we do get married one day, I won't be the one to wear the dress for sure dumbass"

Seeing a smile on their face was enough to make your heart flutter. You admit that MedPoc can be difficult to understand at times, but deep down, they have a soft side. From now on, your goal is to fully bring that side out and make it shine.

"We'll see what happens when the day comes, but X, Regulus, and Mr Apple must be flower girls"

I wrote something again hehehehehe :>

I don't remember where in the main story, but someone(I think Schneider) mentioned that human and arcanist couples were not well seen by most people, so I bought this topic back.

Ans also sorry this time the reader is not gn cuz it easy for me to write if only one character uses they/them

#medicine pocket x reader #medicine pocket #medicine pocket r1999 #reverse1999 #reverse1999 x reader #r1999 #r1999 x reader #medpoc

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moon-cakiie · 1 year ago

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💋🐺

Bonus:

A/n: Pavia's hair is hard to draw, it took me a while to finish redo his hair ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

#pavia x reader #pavia x y/n #pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #reverse 1999 fanart #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 #r1999 x reader #re1999 #y/n #self-insert #moon-cakiie draws #This man is treating his s/o like a chew toy #In affectionate way #🐺 x 🌸#EAT UP PAVIA STANS ✨#I might gonna draw Click next #he seems underrated in this fandom

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reverse1999fics · 1 year ago

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Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #x reader #r1999 x reader #my writing #medicine Pocket #r1999 medicine pocket #6 #r1999 6 #chapter 5 #6 the perfect number #medicine pocket x reader #6 x reader #reverse 1999 medicine pocket #reverse 1999 6

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iridescent-solstice · 11 months ago

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| Fic inspired by: {Reverse 1999} A 20th Century Time-Travel Strategic RPG Game |

Noticing her turning to leave, you panic and grab onto her wrist. A vice-like grip around it, almost as if when she leaves . . . She’d disappear and take everything you hold dear with her.

“Timekeeper wait!”

Vertin’s head snaps to look at you. So quickly, you swear it flew. A mixture of intense emotions written all over her face. Eyes widened in shock with her mouth slightly agape. She’s been on many missions that‘s brought new arcanists to the foundation, but never has anyone clung to her in such a manner. Its the storm, Vertin tells herself, the storm is what’s causing you to act like this. Why else would you cling to failure like her who can’t protect anyone? But then she looks into your eyes . . . Eyes that peer up at her so vulnerably. Never has anyone looked at her with such fondness in their eyes. Never . . . Has anyone but her mother held onto her like she’s their lifeline.

“I-” You pull your arm back immediately, attempting to speak but the ability to speak has already left you. Apologies about to leave you, but she speaks up before you can even start. “Whatever it is that you wish to speak, you must be quick about it. The storm is almost here.” She speaks with finality in her voice. Ahh, another mission must have been assigned.

Embarrassed, your eyes wander away from her face as you fidget with yourself. “I- . . . Timekeeper, I know you’re busy. It’s not my intention to keep you from your duties . . .” Trailing off again, you’re unable to speak. “But?” She says in an attempt to coax it out of you. The authoritative tone melts away to a voice as smooth as butter, so you cave. Like you always do with her.

“I know that you've been through these many times.” You swallow trying to gather the courage to speak to her so boldly. Openly for the first time. She watches you with such intensity that you get lost in her eyes. The same aloof expression as always has captivated you like no other face could ever. This causes your soul to jump to the sky in fright when you feel her hand grasp yours. Tight and warm, yet her touch is so gentle. . . . As if to say she’s here for you. “With lots of other arcanists but . . . This is my first time braving through the storm. I know you're needed elsewhere but if it's possible . . . Please could you . . . Could I stay with you please?” Your voice teeters off meekly at the last sentence. Tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them away as you pull your hand away from hers. Face turning away in shame. “I MEAN . . . Forgive me, I just got carried away. You should go before someone comes to-”

“I’ll stay.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked. Eyes finding hers again once more. The sad sea green ocean in her eyes moves you to huddle closer back to her. To comfort her, something tugs at your heart whenever her eyes get like that. Murky and dark, like she’s reminiscing on something that doesn’t exist anymore. Oh, how you wish you’d be allowed to know what goes on in her head. “I know what it’s like to be all alone with no one to turn to. Don’t worry about my mission, after all I'm not a timekeeper yet, so you shouldn’t keep calling me that either. My abilities are far too weak to be considered for high stake missions at the moment.” With that being said, she breaks your shared stare. An arm hesitantly wrapping around you. Looking outside the window, she observes the rain as it dances around the flowers outside the facility. “I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me to.” Those words bring you more comfort than anything the foundation could ever offer. And they have offered a lot. Your ability is a game changer. By getting to you first, they got the first real upper hand on manus vindicate but all you feel like is a puppet they poke and prod at.

Vertin on the other hand, feels like home. God, you haven’t thought of that in a long while. Wordlessly, you lean your head on her shoulder. She lets you.

Together the two of you watch the world outside as the number on her wristwatch gets closer and closer to zero. Abnormalities beginning to appear, and soon the storm will begin.

5 4 3 2 1

. . . Her hand clutches yours even tighter and a whimper is heard. You're not sure if it's hers or yours.

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @grungenglam]

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mdnnight · 5 months ago

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✱ champagne weather ! recipent : medicine pocket

this moment in time : welcome to the suitcase, where it's always raining. spend some time with your dearest mildly insane scientist, medicine pocket .

notes from lucille : it's been five months since the last medicine pocket fic . fun fact ( i think ) medicine pocket is 5'8 / 177 cm so enjoy how poorly written this was

tags : medicine pocket x reader , fluff , gn reader , reader is implied to work at laplace medical center blah blah , the first time i've written something in over a year , dogs? sorry if you're allergic , not proofread because rereading my writing makes me cringe , ooc medicine pocket mayber who knows , word count : 219

you can't hear anything except for your heartbeat and the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against glass, head against pillow with one arm snaked around your waist — medicine pocket's. their other is holding up the latest arcanist daily, thumb pressed against the thin pages.

this was the closet thing to peace you could get, considering that medicine pocket had been fussing for you to sleep at more reasonable times ( before three in the morning , and still a very hypocriticial request considering ... medicine pocket. ) and in their words, " passing out on your desk does not count, dumbass. "

not like they didn't do that on the regular.

" go to bed. " the words startle you out of your thoughts, unconsciously moving away from medicine pocket before their arm tightens around your waist, bringing you closer to them.

" it's not even that late ... " complaints start to rise out of your mouth, until you turn and see that the clock reads one in the morning. oops. " okay nevermind — i'll sleep . " you mutter out, still faced away from medicine pocket so you don't have to see the smirk on their face.

there's a moment of silence where they speak nothing and you can only hear the drizzle outside, and maybe the sound of medicine pocket flipping a page in their magazine. " great . good night, darling . "

you can still hear the smugness in their voice, maybe.

#✱ archives .#✱ reverse 1999 : time is ticking / just backwards.#reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #medicine pocket x reader #medicine pocket #medicine pocket x you #i have a headache i'm not adding any more tags #... take it or leave it okay #okay bye bye love you all <3

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strwbmei · 2 years ago

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MEI HEAR ME OUT

(feel free to ignore if your not keen on the idea tho😅)

SERVICE. DOM. TENANT.

Like god she'd KNOW how to treat women right. Also she'd be the typa gal to be overprotective over you. Like just imagine walking down an alley at night and she feels a tad bit danger so she'd go and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer to her..😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Im also going feral over her morning voice line when she prepares coffee for us 😭😭😭

I just know Tennant would be a service top.

Most, if not all of her pleasure derives from seeing you writhe and squirm beneath her. She's so gentle, too— treating your body with utmost delicacy as if you were more precious than any diamond or jewel in the world. Unless you ask, of course; then, she won't mind treating you as rough as you want her to be. Still, whether you're having soft or rough sex, the one thing that never disappears is her praise. You just look so pretty with your eyes welling up with tears because of the overwhelming pleasure— and she just needs to let you know about it again and again.

Her favorite thing to do is to eat you out. You'd think that that would shut her up— but no, she's even worse. She knows that her words, though muffled as she practically drowns herself in your wetness, sends the best type of shudders up your spine, and she takes full advantage of that fact. Whenever she's in a bad mood, though, all she wants is to bury her face in between your legs and get her fill of you, whether you can take it or not. She'll curse under her breath, chanting a mixture of praises and your name like a mantra as she draws out orgasm after orgasm from you even through your unheard pleas for her to slow down.

Also, the thing about her pulling you closer whenever she feels the slightest bit of danger is so true! It reminds me of the scene in Howl's Moving Castle where some guards were hitting on Sophie and Howl did the exact same to protect her. Which is where I got the idea to draw Tennant as Howl LOL

#reverse 1999 x you #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 smut #smut #x reader #・❥・strwb inbox #・❥・strwb drabbles #tennant reverse 1999 #tennant #tennant x reader #tennannt x you #r1999 #r1999 x you #r1999 x reader #r1999 smut

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amacaronexpert · 4 days ago

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YOU ARE THE BEST.

I really liked the vision of Argus, it's wonderful! And now I'm wondering, because it is impossible to escape from Argus, but can she arrange a game of cat and mouse? It will be very interesting to read headcanons about this!! (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

Heheheeee- Cowgirl hat is back on-

Escaping Yandere! Argus Headcannons

TW: Heavy mentions of guns, toxic relationships, Yandere themes, hints of dubcon/noncon, and injuries (gore?)

Immediately right off the bat, I imagine Argus to be quite unforgiving whenever it comes to you escaping, she is angrily staring you down the moment your eyes meet her remaining one, eye wide like a bird ready to dive down from above.

She is a less forgiving Yandere, due to her paranoia, due to Kayla, it is out of fear of you disappearing from her like Kayla, she is desperate yet frustrated with her desire to make you stay, yet you keep on leaving.

And yet, there is an unexpected thrill in hunting you down. Despite the frustrations, despite the desperation, the thrill was there.

Her eye is still staring at you.

While it is not impossible per se to escape a Yandere! Argus- it is in fact very tricky business, it involved a lot of manipulation. But it is the fact that she is too smart for that sweet talk- but she lets it happen anyways, because maybe an inkling of herself is delusional.

So she basks in the attention and fake love you give her, maybe she does purposefully leave the door unlocked, but make it loose so it doesn’t fully give it away, she is not that stupid.

But one thing to remember about Argus.

Argus is not a dumbass when it comes to you. She is far too smart, even if she is temperamental, it is always measured.

She fake snoozes, before her eyes immediately snap open once she hears the faint sound of the lock opened.

The hunt is on.

She doesn’t even need the shotgun to scare her darling yet she still takes the time to grab it, and loading it. Then her eye starts to glow, her arcane skill allowing her to see your footsteps.

A careless lick of her lips, grabbing her hat, the cowgirl huffed as she kicked opened the door and with that phrase,”Run but you can’t hide”, she trails after you.

There is a reason why she stays in the forest part of the Wilderness.

The thrill of hearing the sounds of the quiet forest, even the critter knows that she is scary when you try to leave her, but not like they would pity you, rather just more or less caring of their own survival.

The silent crunch under her boot, her glowing green and blue iris gazing at her surroundings, follows your tracks, her chest a slight heave, her darling sure knows how to run fast. But she is fast as well.

And prey always have patterns.

She is a little disappointed at times, so quickly? Welp, it makes your punishment end more swiftly.

There is kinda an unspoken punishment method whenever you escape, the faster she catches you, and the more you piss her off, it either ends with you in her bed, sheets tangled, or a simple bullet in your arm or lower leg.

Hell- she might not even care if she shot you in a leg, means less time trying to restrain and force you back to her place. She might even be a little sadistic about it, not that you would even notice in her bored looking expression.

But when you manage to piss her off? It’s a guaranteed bit of gunplay, seeing your tears, in fear of her shooting you down like a defenseless animal while she is making out with you aggressively, muttering about how you get her all riled up, the cool metal of her double barreled shotgun pressed against your groin, you didn’t know if it was loaded or not, you were crying so hard, but fearing for your life, you barely let out a hushed whimper before she pinned you down with a vengeance.

When she tracks you down, it’s all with a serious expression, but as she sees your face, seeing you all scared when seeing her.

She can’t help but smile, but that smile doesn’t hold any warmth, not affection, only that of a hunter that saw that their prey was thinking of them. Was paranoid about them only, it means they were thinking of her….

And well…… Maybe she does like to see you think about her when she tracks you down……..

#reverse 1999 x reader #yandere reverse 1999 x reader #yandere argus x reader #yandere argus #r1999 argus #reverse 1999 argus #argus #argus reverse 1999

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seruadoric · 1 year ago

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Will u do a getian fluff? (If ur still in the r1999 fandom ofc)

GETIAN , WHO ...

content warnings // fluff, various headcanon scenarios , romance ( can be perceived as platonic ) , gn!reader

notes // i absolutely fell in love with getian during notes on shuori, therefore i am very much ecstatic to write for him ♡ i actually have a lot more for him in mind, but i'm not going to be oversharing today ( im actually just too lazy to write )

word count // 580

GETIAN who wants to impress you - and he does that by playing music to you.

➜﹒due to his bone wand, getian is able to play multiple instruments at a time. he conducts a beautiful orchestra of harps, lutes, and drums. the music is extremely clear and loud, but it is beautiful all the same. he wants to share his passion of music with his loved one, and is delighted when you show a positive response.

you have never heard something quite like this, and it was as if he had put you in an infinite trance. the music is carefully orchestrated, harmonizing together perfectly. you'd doubt you would break out of this reverie before the music had come to a stop, the initial quietness returning.

getian's attentive eyes look towards you, in search of finding a reaction of some sort ... and he was delighted seeing your face light up, the soft sound of applause resonating. he cracked a smile, one that was barely even noticeable -

"your music never fails to put me at ease." you spoke, in which he replies with a nod. "i will be sure to play for you more, then"

GETIAN who invites you to fly with him, especially late at night.

➜﹒the nighttime is a perfect time to stretch his wings and get some fresh air. whether or not you have wings like him, he will invite you to fly to the highest building to have the best view of the city (or the wilderness).

"hold on tight, and don't let go." he warned, the sheer pressure of being so high up making his voice barely audible. getian's talons held onto the hem of your clothing, careful not to hurt you, or to rip them - "i won't be able to catch you if you fall."

you reckon you flew a few miles, before he finally placed you down. he perched on the branch of a tree only a few feet away, stretching his wings out. here, you could see the whole city in its glory - the lights of the streets, slowly flickering as time passed.

once each light dimmed down, it was only the moon and its stars to accompany you. he will eventually fly you back down, but for now he does not need to say a thing - just admire the stars in a comfortable silence.

GETIAN who gifts you trinkets and jewelries he might've found in the wilderness; they can vary from high-value objects or literal trash, but you will love them nonetheless.

➜﹒ there will be short periods of time where getian is away, which he makes it up to you by gifting the things he found on his adventures. really, they're just shiny and peculiar objects that he found tossed around, but he managed to make something good out of them. (by giving them to you!)

"emm ... getian, what's this?" your expression, tinged with both mystification and amusement, didn't go unnoticed by the feathered man. "for you." he pushed the trinkets to you, as if urging you to take them.

"help yourself, i have no need for them." he raises his wing to his face, letting you take your pick. among them, there were valuable stones like jade and crystals ... but what caught your eye was a makeshift ring; a pull-tab from a used can of dr. papper, long thrown away by its user.

"i'll take this one."

૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ zᶻ

#𖹭 ࣪ zaira's works #♡ . requested works #reverse 1999 x reader #reverse 1999 x you #r1999 x reader #r1999 x you #getian x reader #getian x you #ge tian x reader #ge tian x you #I CHANGED MY THEME RAHH #no i will not be changing my previous posts to this theme

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shadytimetravelinfluencer · 1 year ago

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"Ride or die" obviously we ride (you)

#reverse 1999 #r1999 #reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader

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thequietkid-moonie · 3 days ago

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Do you believe me when i tell you that you are so pretty?

[ DRABBLE ] [ Reverse 1999 ]

> Can be taken as romantic or platonic, an indirect way to say "i love you"

Regulus

Intertwining your arms before dragging you somewhere. The energetic and chaotic pirate seems to be always in a rush, either to run away from the authorities or just because there is something more interesting somewhere else, either way you are the one she always thinks on dragging around, you two are a team so Regulus draggs you with her without even asking you

Diggers

Petting your head out of nowhere. His intentions are never mean or to insult, its a simple, small and inocent gesture of love, like petting a cute animal's head, Diggers can't help but get lost a little on your beautiful and peaceful presence before placing his hands and patting you softly with a smile, he does it with love and the most gentle expression in his face

Keeping his eyes on you when you talk. There is no doubt on X's inteligence or capability for doing all his work, he is always so invested on his new proyects that when sometimes doesn't even look away from it when talking to others, being able to keep up with the experiments while talking and yet he always choose to keep his eyes on you when you are talking, no matter if is something trivial or super important his eyes would be in you for most part of the conversation

#reverse 1999 x reader #r1999 x reader #regulus x reader #diggers x reader #x x reader #x reader #drabble

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3amstoryreader · 3 months ago

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Medicine Pocket as your partner pt.1

Warnings: nothing just Medicine Pocket maybe some parts will be a bit suggestive (and ofc there'll be a bit of swearing)

It's my first time writing after years

Part 2

Congratulations, that's impressive. You're the Medicine Pocket fav idiot and everybody at Laplace knows it.

They'd never try to hide your relationship. Quite the opposite if you don't work at the Foundation or you just work in a different department. Whenever you stop by, everyone will see the white-haired researcher running at the speed of light through rooms and corridors to greet their lover idiot.

"Is it really okay to stay here?"

"Tsk just stop fucking worrying yourself the bucket head says you can stay here next to me as long as a work properly"

Bite marks, yeah, bite marks all around your body 24/7. I believe biting is MedPoc way of showing you their love, but look at the positive aspect less money spent on chewing toys and pillows.

"Are you serious, Medpo? You left another one around my neck while I was asleep. How am I supposed to hide it now?"

"Just don't, dumbass? You look so fucking hot with those cute marks on you and anyway everybody at Laplace saw em"

"I hate you, I'm not letting you sleep on the bed for a week"

"Bet"

You are the only lucky person who gets to read MedPoc works and research and sit on their laps while they're working or just yapping about what happened in the lab today.

"Dammit that piece of talking metal still refuses to fund my new puppies area just because we're saving up for other fucking useless projects like, who the fuck needs socialisation room!??!"

"Where do you think you're going, (name)? You know that I work better with you on my laps*insert dramatic voice*"

"I'm getting us something to eat since cuz you've been working for hours"

Petnames. I feel like Medpo would call you something like idiot, puppy, dumbass, my love, and cutie. Sometimes they'll use meanier names on accident but never mean it.

"My love, please don't leave. I wanna stay in bed a little longer. I bet X wouldn't mind if we're late"

Quality time is important for them, whether it's cuddling in the morning or walking together while holding hands. It was mentioned somewhere that MedPo would rather spend time running outside like a dog instead of staying in one of those relax rooms. So I guess they'll ask you to spend the day outside (when they're not busy) for long walks, picnics, or just enjoying nature.

"Puppy, look, the weather is good today. Get your ass up and wear something comfortable, and if you can't find anything just take something for my wardrobe. We're going outside"

Speaking of cuddles, believe me or not, MedPo is extremely touchy, needy, and a tease when it comes to you. When they find you turned around, their first thought is to hug you from behind and crush you with their tall and heavy body( it's not you to fight back. They won't listen and just smirk at you).

"MEDICINE POCKET GET YOUR HEAVY ASS OFF ME"

"Nah, it's cute to see u like this"

Just imagine other scenarios like: They getting outside the bathroom after a hot shower wearing only a towel and catching you staring from afar. You're getting teased for this good luck.

"Ohh~ didn't expect my idiot to be a pervert and you aren't even trying to hide it" says MedPo while holding your chin, forcing you to look in their eyes.

"I just looked at you way for a sec I'm not a pervert" you try to fight back, avoiding looking a your lover's face but oh my they looked so gorgeous with their untied wet long hair and water drops falling on their slim body

"Whatever you say, would you like me to take off my towel as well to bless your eyes with my full beautiful body" MedPo hand leaves your chin now holding the edge of the towel warped around their hips

"Go ahead, smartass because if I recall correctly, there isn't supposed to be much to see under that towel"

"Ouch, you're such a meanie bullying your partner like this." After the dramatic act, they place a soft kiss on your lips and leave to get dressed pretending to be extremely hurt and pained by your words

Oh my, I forgot how tiring writing can be. I hope you enjoyed reading this. Btw English is not my first language if you find any mistakes pls let me know :]

#medicine pocket x reader #medpoc #medicine pocket #medicine pocket r1999 #rev1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999 x reader #Reverse1999 x reader #Reverse1999

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idv-sunsxin3 · 1 year ago

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can i request a scenario with pavia, horropedia, and diggers saying i love you to them for the first time 👀👉👈

Horropedia, Pavia, Diggers // "I Love You."

Note// Yes, I finished writing this on April Fool's. And no, I don't feel like getting pranked, but I don't mind being booped by moots/ih😇✨️

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"Y/N, come check this out!"

He was just about to talk to you more about the twin dolls he had on his gun at the moment he saw you enter the room. Noting the little details of their design, and even how he managed to make these mechanisms behave in such a complex manner of mischief to make them seem as unpredictable and intimidating to enemies.

He didn't expect you to suddenly say something much more intimate during one of these casual conversations you both usually share.

You were silently admiring the sight of his focused, intelligent eyes, the way his head tilts once in a while to inspect his work, and his incoherent mumbling to himself as if having some occasional internal debates. Until you blurted these words out.

"I love you."

His fingers halted for a bit once he heard you. His eyes stopped being fixed on his firearm to look at you. His features were notably shocked for a moment, yet it wasn't for long that they returned back to grinning once again. It isn't unsure whether it is because he's playing his cards again or not.

Nonetheless, his cheeks are lightly flustered with a soft hue. It could have been more noticeable if the lamp on his desk wasn't the only source of light in the dark room.

"I know." he replies calmly while throwing a sneaky look, "That’s very dangerous of you to say, though."

His observant eyes stare through yours as his face creeps closer to yours to the point your noses nearly touch. The statement indirectly reminds you of the several times he told you about how love stories tend to get disturbed by certain means of phenomenons, tragedies, and terrors caused by ruthless antagonists.

It is not often that lovers would end up happy together at the end of a horror movie. Sometimes, Horropedia would adapt these kinds of survival principles to real-life situations.

Yet even so, his hands find itself resting on yours. A strange sense of comfort sneaks through your skin by contact.

"It's bad for me... but I don't mind testing the waters with how long we can keep this up."

He interwines your fingers with his, as if they're meant to be that way... Just as the way your lips collide with his, the second he moved the last inch towards you.

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"I love you."

You softly said it as you played with your lover's hands. You were talking about a sad day that happened to you with him. In the end, Diggers managed to cheer you up a bit with his words of affirmation.

"I fancy you more, darling."

He wasn't hesitant on replying sweetly, his eyes half-lidded and droopy, but his smile warmth as the sunrise. He rubs your cheekbone gently with his thumbs while gazing at you lovingly, as if his hands were holding the world itself.

Once noticing you finish drinking from your cup, he unspeakably pulls away from your hold to fetch the jug of juice for a refill. Knowing you well, a single cup of juice won't quench your thirst in a sunny day at a van.

...

"... it's quite new to hear that from you."

Diggers realizes that you finally say the magic words for the very first time. The thought of hearing these words from you crosses his mind, noting how he hasn't heard them from somewhere at all until now.

He had this dumbfounded look for a moment until he made a tiny "o" shape on his mouth. Before not wasting a second to turn around and face back at you.

He was wearing that same glance as if he fell in love with you all over again. Seemingly, they rather looked happier than shock.

"Oh, my muse... my love, my sunshine, my moon, and all my stars."

He gushes delightfully in a low whisper, clearly impacted in the most wonderful way he has never thought of himself. He has this urge to embrace you and flutter you with smooches until he can't feel his lips -

Yet having this tiny fear of scaring you away with any sudden advances, he only surrounded you slowly in his arms before he planted a lingering kiss on your forehead. Connecting your foreheads once he closes his eyes and hums with a soft smile.

"You're the loveliest gift god has sent to me..." He whispers as he cradles your head with his hand in an adoring manner.

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You said it without thinking twice. Seeing him eat gelato with a spoon while still holding your hand with his unoccupied one was something special.

You slowly learn that he never had the plans to pull away at all. Not even whenever you take the initiative to hold hands, embrace one another, and start sneaking these whispers of affection in dark alleyways.

So after finishing the cold dessert, he walks you through the dark streets wanderlessly before turning to a corner. You pull him by the arm close to you so you can lean on him, but this gesture made Pavia pull you back and swing you towards the wall- pinning you against it.

"Now what, bella? Do you really want to stick around here?"

He sounds a bit annoyed by the tone on his question, yet the way he gently brushes his jewelry from his knuckles on your cheek says otherwise.

"Aren't you quite a crazy one?"

"Mm.." You hum as you lean on his touch, "I get that a lot."

"What are you trying to say to me now then, mm..?"

"...I love you."

You now sounded quiet but clear enough to the other. Your lips were close enough to his ear that he could feel you breathing softly against him.

"...?"

The mercenary finds himself dropping his hands from the sides of your head to wrap his deadly arms around you. They rest firmly on your hip and lower back while his back is now leaning on the brick wall once he swing your back around.

"..."

Pavia acts like it was nothing serious at first when he heard you, his eyes unreadable through his shades as he scrutinizes your face like a predator does to a prey for a few silent seconds. However, the tone of his voice remains inexpicable and probably a malicious mischief.

"Oh, you're dancing with fire, little daredevil..."

That's when he grabs you by the collar before smashing your lips with his, swiftly bringing you deeper into the alleyway...

"Two can play this game~"

Several days later, you find yourself being led by him to your house that is now piled up with a lot of boxes that are filled with gifts. Most of them bring a variety of different jewelries.

"I got them as souvenirs, but it turns out none of them are my style... Keep them. whether you like it or not, I'm looking forward to seeing you trying one of them~"

Obviously hinting that these gifts were bought for you;;

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