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deejadabbles · 2 years ago

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Echo and Comms (Echo x Reader) Chapter One

Summary: Who could know that a simple night out with your friend would lead to this? A life of danger and the man of your dreams.

Echo x Communications Officer Reader (gender neutral). Friends to lovers/star-crossed lovers.

A.N. Soooo this is a new thing I'm trying. I have several ideas for mini-series' involving different clones, but Echo has always had a special place in my heart, so I started with him.

Word Count: 4738

Warnings for: mentions of war, reader has a traumatic past but isn't mentioned in detail, drinking/drunk people, brief mention of the reader having hair but no style/length/any other descriptor.

Part One /// Part Two /// Part Three /// [Part Four coming soon]

“Remind me again why we’re going to this 87’s place instead of our usual?” you groaned as you were shoved into the air cab.

“79’s! It’s called 79’s,” Mavis corrected, while she squirmed her way into the seat beside you, careful not to let her silver sparkled dress ride up too much on the worn pleather seat. “And we’re going there because that’s where all the hot troopers go,” she ended with a wink.

As the cab took off into the air, you gaped at her, mouth agape and all, “So, you’re seriously dragging us to an unfamiliar place just for some hot clones?”

Your best friend and perpetual pain in the neck shrugged her glitter-coated shoulders, “Yeah, is that a problem?”

“Mav, don’t you think it’s a little dangerous?”

Her brows knitted together, “What do you mean?”

“Girl, how long have you lived here? This city is crawling with sleemos, and now you want to go to a club where the bartenders don’t know us, we don’t know the clientele, and aren’t familiar with the lay out?”

Mavis waved her hand, as she always did when your old habits crept up. It was hard to shake, that constant paranoia, the anxious feeling of not knowing your escape routes, the fear of groups you didn’t know. No matter how long you lived away from the planet that was constantly attacked by pirates, it was hard to remember that not everything was a battle zone.

“I think you’re over reacting a little, babe,” she said, not unkindly, “we’ve talked about you trying new things, and this could be really fun!”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, cos a bunch of armed soldiers drunk out of their minds sounds like soooo much fun.”

Mavis scoffed, “You’re not being very nice, they’re troopers, not pirates, stop acting like they’re any worse than most guys having a good time at a bar.”

A wince, your friend rarely scolded you, and when she did, she was usually right. “I know I know, sorry.”

“We’ll be fine,” she assured, air light again as she linked her arm with yours, “trust me. I think those boys will just be happy to see something other than battle droids- and us being total hotties is even better!”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, Mavis was always so positive, about anything. If she was going to say anything else it was lost as her eyes lit up at the sight outside the window. “Ah! There it is, we’re here!”

You peeked out the window too, and saw a typical building for this neighborhood, complete with a bright neon sign and flashing lights. Some anxiety was creeping up on you again, and you had to say one final piece. “Hey, Mav, paranoid or not, just…be careful, alright?”

Her smile turned soft, understanding, and she pecked your cheek. “Don’t worry, I will. Besides,” she winked, “I’ve got you, any boy tries something, I know you’ll beat his ass!”

A groan on your part just as the cab parked. “You know, keep talking like that, and I’ll start to think you only invite me out so I can be your bodyguard.”

All she did was laugh as she pulled you out of the cab.

Well, Mavis was right about one thing, there were plenty of hot troopers there. Too bad the music sucked and the drinks tasted like they were straight out of a B-wing’s exhaust port. Okay, technically Mavis was right about two things: hot troopers, and the fact that they thought both of you were sights for sore eyes.

At least the shitty drinks were on them.

You guys hadn’t had to wait long before your seats at the bar were swarmed with men. Many were dressed in their plastoid armor, others in the grey officer uniforms, and still more simply donning their basic blacks. And they were all enthralled with the shiny new toys dressed in party outfits. Maybe "all" was an exaggeration, but it sure seemed like it.

The men were quick to catch on to the drinks both of you like, and ordered a second round the second yours started to look empty. A couple even argued on who was buying Mavis' next drink.

And speaking of arguments, you hadn't expected it, but one minor one even broke out in the seat beside you: a clone in plain white being shoved back by one accented in red. "Move along, shiny" Red had said, before turning his full attention to you. You had no idea what a shiny was, but you had seen enough troopers at work to know that red was typically the color of the Coruscant guard. "Shiny" didn't like being shoved aside and tried to say he was there first, before a clone in blue-striped armor stepped in. And by stepped in, you mean Blue shoved Shiny back even further and leaned on the bar just behind Red, winking at you.

Thankfully it didn't escalate any more than that, and of course, Mavis charmed the other boys out of fighting over her, like she always did at clubs.

That crappy music continued to play in synch with the flashing lights placed here and there around the bar, which Mavis loved. So you weren’t surprised at all when, halfway through her second drink, she took the arms of the two nearest men and demanded they escort you both to the dance floor.

They were more than eager to oblige. You, on the other hand…

“I’ll sit this one out, Mav,” you smiled at her, scooping her drink closer to your person before anyone else could get near it.

Her face fell, “Babe! You gotta come dance!” she protested, but you just waved her on.

“I will later, for now, I’ll be your drink watcher,” you insisted, covering the top of her glass with your hand. And when you winked at her, she knew she’d have to guilt you into it later and pulled both men with her to the cluster of dancers not far away.

You watched them go, glad to avoid the closer proximity to the garbage taste the DJ was blasting. A hand gently touched your back, which made you go stiff before a voice said, “Sure we can’t convince you to come dance?”

It was the one in red, leaning in close to you as his buddy in blue slid to the spot where Mavis had been at your side.

“Uh, yeah, I just want to finish my drink for now,” you said, tilting the glass in question. Red shrugged, then followed the others to the dance floor.

Blue (had they really not even introduced themselves?) smiled, “I don’t mind waiting,” then he scooted closer, “ ‘Specially if it means I can have you all to myself.”

Oof, you were definitely not into that kind of talk tonight.

“I already ordered another one,” you lied, then nodded to the party in the middle of the flashing lights, “go on, I’ll meet you out there in a bit.”

He raised an eyebrow, especially when you turned your body more towards the bar than him. Then he seemed to recover, replacing it with a flirtatious wink as he stood, “I look forward to it, good lookin’.”

Well, at least he could take a hint. Or, maybe he just actually believed you’d be out there grinding against him any minute. Either way, you were glad for the moment alone. Maybe you would actually join them in a while, but for now, you just returned to your drink.

And, did some people watching.

Despite it now having a reputation for being a ‘clone bar’ the club still had other patrons, even if they were in the vast minority. Many of the clones kept to themselves, drinking with their squad mates in a booth, arm wrestling each other, playing holo darts in the corner, and so on.

Even from this outsider's perspective, you could tell they were as individual as any other group of people, not the copy-paste droid-bait most assumed they were. You saw how one rubbed the back of his neck and turned away with dark cheeks as a pretty Pantoran talked to him, saw the way one boldly sang along with the music despite his brothers moaning in embarrassment, and the ones who just sat back and watched with smiles.

Given all that, it was astonishing how anyone thought that clones weren’t like “real” lifeforms. You heard how many civilians talked about clone troopers, using them as a medium for their hatred of the war. You hated the war too, but, that didn’t mean these men were to blame for it, and it certainly didn’t mean you had to treat them like a mass of non-feeling duplicates. Like they were lower than even the dumbest droid.

You shook your head, leave it to you to have a moral debate in your head while drinks, music, and hotties were all around you. A smile lifted your lips at the thought, no wonder Mavis was always dragging you along for the party.

After downing the last of your drink, and Mavis’ (once it was obvious that she wouldn’t be back soon) you found the refresher- which was just as nice as any bar toilet, which is to say, nasty as all hell.

When you were back at the bar and in the middle of your third drink, you realized just how long it had been since you saw your friend. Usually, she would have taken a break by now, or returned to drag you out there with her.

You felt your frown creep onto your lips as you spun your stool in the direction of the dance floor, eyes narrowing against the multicolored lights. After carefully scanning the mass of gyrating bodies, your heart stopped just a little when you discovered that she wasn’t there.

A quick look around the bar- she wasn’t there either. Maybe the bathroom? You hadn’t seen her in line when you came out. Shoving your bar stool aside, you meandered through the crowd, trying to spot her perfectly curled hair, or the sparkle of her dress, or-

“Hey, you okay?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as a hand tapped your shoulder. Wheeling around, you met eyes with another trooper, who had concern etched on his face. Maker, you must have looked absolutely panicked for some stranger to notice.

“You’re Mavis’ friend, right? Looking for her?” he asked, and you felt your shoulders relax just a little

“Yes! I mean, yes, I’m looking for her, have you…?”

He actually gave you a kind smile, and for some reason, you felt the tension in your stomach ease almost completely.

“She’s, uh, well she’s found some company,” he jerked his chin towards the opposite corner you had been looking.

And, sure enough, you noticed the gold sparkles playing in the club lights before anything. There she was with a trooper, hands in his short hair as their lips all but devoured each other.

You closed your eyes and turned back to the man before you, as much as you loved Mavis, that was not something you needed to watch. When you opened your eyes again you saw the clone with you had a sheepish smile of apology.

“When I saw you looking for someone, I figured you’d want to know she’s okay,” he offered.

You smiled at him. He must have been one of the boys clustered around you two earlier that night, you vaguely remembered seeing the armor pattern: a blue hand print against the stark white.

“Do you know the trooper she’s with?” you asked, keeping anything accusatory or suspicious out of your tone.

The man didn’t seem to mind, “Yeah, he’s my batch mate, Fives. If you’re worried about…”

You held your hand up, not unkindly, “No no, it’s okay, I just like to keep an eye on her, you know?” The fact that she hadn’t even had two drinks set your mind at ease the most, she was well within her right mind to make any decision she wanted.

Again, the troop in front of you was smiling softly, “ ‘Course, you’re a good friend, but she’s in…uh,” he peaked over your shoulder at the amorous pair, “good… hands,” he finished, obviously affected by the sight, and you could just visualize the grabby hands between them.

There was a brief silence between you two then- well, not complete silence given the blaring music.

Then, he seemed to straighten up a bit, as if hyping himself up for something, “I’m Echo, by the way, and…if you want, I could keep you company while you wait on her?” Before you even had a chance to think over his offer, his hand shot up in front of him. “Only if you want to, of course. You can tell me to shove off if you want. Or, hell, maybe you’re not gonna wait on her at all, I just wanted to offer.”

Your eyebrows shot up at his slightly flustered offer. Alright, he was definitely a cute one, and you had a thing for cute ones. Maybe you didn’t need anymore moments to yourself.

“I think I’d like that, Echo. So long as I’m not keeping you from anything?” Or anyone.

That soft smile of his turned a little more smirk-like, and he nodded toward the bar. “Next drink’s on me, if you want one.”

Echo was glad he had followed Fives’ advice. In truth, Echo had had his eye on you since you and your friend walked in, and especially loved the way you handled yourself when his brothers started falling over themselves to get to you both. He hadn’t stuck around the bar when Mavis and the others went to the dance floor, though. He could tell you weren’t in the mood for a bunch of touchy men fawning over you, so he let you be (and was thankful when the other two left you alone after a moment too). That didn’t keep Fives from yelling over the music at him, of course, telling him to ‘get in there’ and ‘put the moves on’ when you started to look lonely. Echo told himself to just leave you be, that he’d introduce himself if you ever did venture from the bar, but to otherwise not be a bother.

But then, he’d seen you frantically looking around the club, just moments after Mavis dragged Fives off the dance floor. He admired you protectiveness and knew he had to set your worry at ease. Of course, there was a second reason he approached you, but no one could really blame him for taking the chance to ask for your company, could they?

And your company, that really was all he was looking for, over all. Also, not to sound conceded, but he was better company than some of the boys crawling around. The clones had a bit of an unspoken rule, that they would back off of civies when another brother had their attention. He could keep other men from bothering you just by sitting with you, and he had.

At one point, the Coruscant guard from earlier, now drunk off his ass, slid onto the stool behind you, trying to butt into your conversation by touching your back again. Thankfully, he had taken the hint when Echo shot him a glare over your shoulder, and left with a bit of a lewd remark that you brushed off quickly enough. The other one from before, his fellow member of the 501st, had wandered back too, and looked disappointed that you’d found different company, but respected the ARC trooper’s presence. That one slinked off with a handsome male Twi’lek not long after, so at least he had found someone else to have fun with.

No one else bothered you two, and in return for keeping the others at bay, Echo got to spend his time with you. He wouldn’t push, since you obviously weren’t there for that tonight. He would just enjoy having a drink with some good looking company who could hold an interesting conversation while his brothers had their own fun.

And, well, if you decided that you were there for that tonight and things happen to turn into something more, he wouldn’t complain about that, either.

“Can I ask you something stupid?” Echo broached after a while, taking the first sip of his next drink.

You smiled, stirring the ice in your now empty glass- you had declined Echo’s second drink offer, which he had of course respected. “Go for it.”

“Do you…like it here?” When he saw your brow furrow he rushed to clarify, “I mean- do you like all of, this,” he gestured openly around the bar, “It didn’t seem like you were having a good time earlier, so I was just…wondering.”

You took a moment to answer, tapping your chin with your finger and Echo worried he’d crossed a line of some kind. Then, “It’s not that I don’t like this type of scene. Me and Mavis usually have our go to spots and this isn’t one of them, so I was just a little nerve wracked, being in a new place. That’s all.”

Ah, that made sense. At least you weren’t just outright miserable.

“Mavis is just a lot more bold than me I guess,” you went on with a shrug, “but I can’t leave her in the lurch when she wants a change of scenery, I’m her muscle after all.” You gave a cheeky flex of your arm, which had Echo smiling.

“Muscle, huh? You a good body guard?”

You scoffed, “Oh hell yeah, I may not look like it, but I can handle myself in a fight.”

Echo was smiling wide as he leaned on his hand, eyeing you with amusement, “Can you now?” He hoped his light teasing didn’t sound condescending, he was just testing the waters of this more familiar conversation.

“Honey,” you started matter-of-factly, “when you grow up on a planet constantly attacked by pirates, you kind of have to learn how to defend yourself.”

That had him sitting upright again. “Pirates?”

You nodded, taking a sip of the melted ice in your glass, “I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of mid and outer rim planets, that’s where I come from. That’s also why I learned to intercept transmissions, I taught myself to catch ones sent between the pirate ships so I could warn my village before they attacked.” You chuckle at some distant memory, playing with an ice cube from your drink, “I even managed to fake messages over their comms, tricked them into tagging a republic vessel so they’d get into bigger trouble than they bargained for.” you flicked your finger and launched the ice cube down the length of the bar, “And that’s how we finally got enough attention to get aid from the republic. They were so impressed by my skills that they offered me a chance to go to their academy and work here in the big city.”

There was just one beat of silence and before Echo could reply you shook your head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump my life’s story on you like that,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“No, no, it’s okay,” in truth, Echo liked hearing you talk so candidly, besides that, hearing people’s stories was always interesting to him, the fact that it was yours just made it better.

But, he could see that you might be uncomfortable talking more on the subject.

“So,” he started, searching for something natural to move on to, “how do you and Mavis know each other?”

He was glad to see that smile back on your face, “We actually work together, believe it or not. We’re communications officers. Guess I forgot to clarify that in my dramatic origin story.”

Echo’s brows shot up in delighted surprise, “Really?”

“Yup! Mav works on encoding messages sent to our fleets, and I spend all day decoding separatists transmissions.” You paused then, eyeing his armor, “What legion are you with?”

“501st,” he stated with pride.

“Hm, 501st…” you muttered under your breath, absentmindedly sticking your drink straw between your lips.

Echo would be lying if he said he wasn’t entranced by the way your tongue toyed with the thing while you thought. Thankfully he hadn’t lost so much of his senses that he didn’t snap back to attention when you spoke again.

“Do you remember about twenty rotations ago, when that seppie strike squad tried to sabotage your fleet’s star-fighters?”

Echo nodded, recalling how they’d gotten a warning just in time to arm themselves and prep a counter strike. It had been a good day for the 501st.

A decidedly devilish (and sexy as hell) smirk lifted your lips, all pride. “I’m the one who decoded the strike order and was able to warn your crew before it happened.”

As if you could get any sexier. Echo had to come to terms with the fact that he was getting it bad for you. He leaned in a little closer- not too much, just a little, and hoped that his smirk matched yours. A compliment was ready on his tongue, but, since the force seemed to have it in for him, an arm was thrown over his shoulder before the words made it out.

“There you two are!” Fives yelled, pulling Echo against him by the neck.

Mavis had snuck up behind you to throw her arms around your chest, “So you found a friend after all, hmm?”

“You two sound like you’ve been having fun,” you chuckled.

Much to Echo’s relief Fives released him, “Oh the fun’s just getting started,” he said, then began waving down the bartender, “hey! Two reactor cores for us, a glitter galaxy for this angel,” Fives winked at Mavis, “and, a…?” he looked down at you with a raised brow.

Echo was about to step in and tell his well-meaning brother that you were done for the night, but you actually ordered another one yourself. When the barkeep gave a thumbs up and started making said drinks, Echo gave you a bit of a questioning look.

You just shrugged, “What? I’m finally ready for another.”

Alright, fair enough Echo thought with a laugh.

Fives was right, plenty of fun was had between the four of you. Mavis and Fives kept their hands mostly to themselves, though Echo was slowly realizing that your friend was just the affectionate type period. When she leaned on your shoulder and called you cute pet names, he had to shoo away the thoughts of wishing it was him in her place, especially when you gave that kriffing adorable smile.

After two more drinks a particular song came on that got Mavis all excited. She demanded you finally dance with them, since the tune was “your song” as she put it. And you actually agreed.

Echo quickly found that the song was known for a specific dance, once that many of the patrons started to replicate. You were kind enough to teach him the moves, laughing good-naturedly when he stepped on your toes and…were you getting a little flirty when you put your hand on his hip to guide him through a certain move? Well, he wasn’t complaining either way.

After a few more dances (where Echo was sure he was going to overheat as he watched you dance) your group returned to the bar where Fives proved that he’d had a little too much to drink.

“No, Fives- get down!” Echo shouted over the music, desperately yanking on his brother’s arm as he attempted to climb atop the bar.

“How ‘bout you get down!

“I am down!”

With one knee on the bar and his other leg braced precariously on the stool, Fives kept that back and forth going for a while, insisting that he wanted everyone to his the dance moves his ‘angel’ liked so much.

Echo was so concerned for his brother that he didn’t even get to enjoy the sound of your laughter as Fives made joke after joke to entertain you and Mavis. Eventually, thankfully, Mavis took pity on them both and started waving for Fives to home down for her.

That worked.

Echo had never seen such a dopey smile on his brother’s face as he did now, tucking his head into your friend’s bosom.

“There, there, Fives,” Mavis cooed, patting his back, “you showed off your dance moves perfectly already.” Then she turned to Echo and you, “I didn’t realize he’d had so many,”

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, “He already had a few before you even showed up, they take awhile to kick in for us.”

You leaned in close to him now, resting an arm on his shoulder, “Does that mean I’ll have to hold you back from stripping on the bartop in a minute?”

That heat was back in his face again, but he ignored it with a cough, “Nah, haven’t had as many. Fives always drinks more than me.”

Mavis gave a sigh, “And here I was hoping we could go home together.”

That had Fives’ head snapping up, “I wanna ho gome together!”

You gripped Echo’s shoulder, burying your face there to suppress a laugh at Fives’ backwards words.

Despite how haywire his brain was going, Echo didn’t miss the way Mavis smiled and patted his brother’s cheek, “Sorry, handsome, I’m not the type of girl to take advantage of someone who’s drunk, no matter how enamored they are with me.”

“I think it’s time we get you boys a cab,” you said, and it was so close to Echo’s ear that a shiver rippled down his spine.

Despite the fact that leaving was the last thing Echo wanted to do, especially now that you finally seemed to be having a nice time, he knew you were right, and taking care of his brother came first.

While Mavis assured an upset Fives that she’d see him again, Echo gave you a sheepish smile, “Thanks for a really fun night, I was nice meeting you,”

You hummed, “I think I should be the one thanking you, Echo.”

“For what?”

You only answered him with a knowing smirk, which would have annoyed Echo if you weren't so damn cute.

“Get you and your brother home safe, trooper,” was all you said as Fives was leaned against his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

Echo had hoped that the chilly night air would have cooled him down, but even as he waited outside for the cab you called him, thoughts of you still flew through his head.

Fives, though very sleepy now, made the occasional comment about how he would be fine if Echo wanted to “get back in there” but Echo just kept patting his well-meaning batch mate on the back.

Then, just as he was loading Fives carefully into the cab, the force finally seemed to smile down on him.

“Echo! Hey, wait just a sec!”

His senses seemed to tingle as your voice called out behind him, finally unmarred by the music in the bar. He turned to see you running across the platform towards him, a little out of breath even as you closed the distance.

When you did, you held out a napkin, “Here,” a pant, then you straightened up just as he noticed handwritten numbers scribbled across the offered napkin. “This is my personal comms code. I, uh-” it was finally your turn to be nervous as you cleared your throat. “If you ever want someone to talk to while you’re away, send me a message some time. If you want.”

Echo knew his eyes were wide as he took the paper, but he didn’t much care. No one besides a clone from another battalion had ever expressed interest in keeping in touch, much less someone as attractive as you.

“Thank you, I- I will,” was the only lame reply he could think of on the spot.

You didn’t seem to mind, thankfully, and you flashed him that smile one last time as you said, “Goodnight, Echo, and thanks again. You really made my night a lot better.”

Echo let himself stand there just a moment longer as he watched you go back inside.

As Fives snored in the speederseat next to him, he knew he had his own dopey grin on his face.

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ayoharuko · 2 years ago

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Hello! When you get back from your Hiatus, may I request Mukuro Ikusaba comforting her S/O after a nightmare?

A/N: Also this was finished a few days ago and I did an oopsie by reading ur request wrong T-T, I accidentally read it as Mukuro being comforted by reader and not the other way around, I'm so sorry T-T I know that its not an excuse but I'm really really sorry...I hope you still like it tho.....

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Hellooo anon-chan! I'm finally back from my long hiatus~

Sorry for taking long to answer your request, I appreciate you waiting :)

I hope you enjoy and love this! Reader here is gender neutral(They/Them)

This will be a min oneshot~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me, but belongs to Kazutaka Kodaka. This is just fictional work so please try not and take this too seriously :)

T/W: Mentions of dark thoughts and abu*se, so if your sensitive to this feel free to skip this post :)

''Just hold me and don't let go...''

It was dark....like she was being sucked down a void.....

It was scary

She remembered her dream vividly. The screams of people from the war, her sister laughing insanely at her, and her classmates deaths.

It was all so....hauntingly scary

Mukuro felt like her throat was tightening, like someone was choking her.

She tried to scream but Mukuro felt that she couldn't move nor talk, like she was fully frozen in place, and then...a bright light came and she heard your voice...

Your oh so wonderful voice....

Your voice was light and gentle as an angel, well you were her angel. An angel protecting her from the bad nightmares and thoughts....

As soon as Mukuro opened her eyes she immediately hugged you so tight that you felt like she was almost crushing your bones.

''M-Mukuro...wait...your..c-crushing my bones...'' You manage to wheeze out.

Mukuro mumbled an apology and pulled away looking off to the side, your eyes were filled with worry. You knew that Mukuro would often have nightmares....but you hadn't expect that it'd be this bad.....

''Do....you wanna talk about it? I mean....its okay if you don't want to of course...'' You ask the dark-haired girl.

Mukuro just nodded and looked at your eyes, ''Can...can we cuddle while I'm...telling you about it?'' She asked you with a tiny blush present.

''Of course my love'' You say to her with a smile, you and Mukuro both lay down and she buried her head onto your chest.

''My nightmare was about....the screams from the war....my sister who abused me and didn't show me love or care and....the d-deaths of my c-classmates....'' Mukuro mumbled out.

While in the middle of venting out to you, you felt Mukuro shaking and your chest becoming wetter...

''Oh baby...shh please stop crying...'' You coo at her, pulling her face from your chest and wiping her tears from falling.

''Listen love, it's all in the past. I know its hard to move on but I worry for you....I worry that you'll get too...caught up in the past.'' You tell Mukuro with a sadden expression.

''I know...I know but...its...just so hard..'' Mukuro cried out letting more tears fall....

''Shh baby...my love, I'll always be with you...I'll protect you from all those bad nightmares every night....just please don't cry'' You tell her kissing her forehead.

Mukuro just nodded and kissed your neck, you soon heard light sores and breathing. Ah Mukuro has fallen asleep.

You let out a soft chuckle and kiss your forehead once more before mumbling out an ''I love you'' and joining her to dreamland as well~

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Done!~

Sorry it took quite long to finish I was pretty busy lately :)

I hope this meets up your expectations and you like it! :D

Thanks for requesting~!

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: Please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platforms please inform me.)

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the-acid-pear · 1 year ago

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Dreamt w Milei today lmao. And well the presidents in general. Hell, even Biden was out there. He was standing on a balcony from an apartment, more american politicians were standing in the below ones, though in the dream I wasn't even aware Biden was American. I also remember being sure it was Byden.

There were also some hot air balloons, I think these were Massa's. It was weird to me, because there were 3 of them and sure the air was Humid As Fuck not a drop of air was running but the sky was dark grey like a storm was soon to come so it was like, isn't this dangerous?

Anyway we eventually made it to my destination, which was a school. Apparently we were doing this... New voting? But it was more of a reason why you wanted one candidate and why you didn't want the other. So I went floor for floor writing in each classroom why I didn't want Milei and putting it in a little envelope.

In the fifth floor I ran into a highschool friend and didn't say much because I was trying to write the fifth paper but I guess I got scenic panic and fucked up the spelling. He chuckled but told me there was another paper under the desk but I was like ah fuck it whatever I'll just write it in the next. So I ran upstairs and realized oh. It was only 5. There isn't more envelopes. I'd be giving an incomplete or incomprehensible product if I don't fix this.

Fifth floor was a balcony with a stage in the middle where the main event was gonna happen btw.

So I went down to floor 4 but there were no papers under the desk! So I was like what if I just write on the envelope itself? But I realized that was just fucking stupid. And what I did next is... A bit confusing, I'll admit.

See, I think I somehow lost the envelope, or saw it wasn't the one I needed? So I ran all the way to the bottom, where I saw they had a little something written on the lid that say "I'll vote Milei because..." "I WON'T vote Milei because..." (idk if there were more I was busy fighting for my life) and the dread of "what if I've been using the wrong ones?" tried to reach me but I ignored it because I had to make my way back to the fifth floor, and there was a moment where I was going so fast I literally wasn't even using my feet I was dragging my body up thru the rail with a single hand 😭😭😭 that's how serious this was...

Actually I just remembered there were also envelopes asking how you thought Milei would react one being like "...will he laugh?" and another "...will he silently stare?"

And you can tell the stress was taking a toll on me because in all of my journey I never thought of picking up a new paper. So I was going to use a non official one. So I asked the girl in front of the desk who was sleeping on top of her notebook if I'd have a piece of paper, and she was like no 🙂 (she looked a lot like my cousin or a girl I met in primary school named Lola btw) and I tried to reason but she just wanted to sleep. So I turned around and I was like sorry but I'll need this talking to no one but a lonely open math binder. I started looking for an empty page, which I said as "necesito una sin calcules" which I really don't know why the math problems were now gender neutral but whatever, sure.

During this my friend was also chilling, not saying anything, just looking at me struggle from my life like :3 (not in a mean way just in, a him way) and at one moment while I was writing and had my glasses on which idk if they just spawned or had always been there he chuckled and told me I looked like Peter Parker and I chuckled back and said not the first time I've gotten that which is a fucking lie esp bc we were referencing Holland who I don't even know if he uses glasses ever but is also a Twink so idk what any of that meant.

Regardless I kept trying to write and it was... Absurd. I just wanted to write something about the dictatorship, a short sentence, no more than 5 words, but I fucking couldn't. My friend also pitched in once saying I'd probably fix the wording. Fact that I was forgetting words wasn't helping. It was like I was having a stroke. And I even fucked up one of the sides of the paper so I had to turn it over and I fucked up that one TOO but the red pencil I was using wrote black sometimes fsr so I could cover up the mistakes.

So I finally put it inside the envelope and... Woke up ☹️

#luly talks #my dreams

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queerlyyoursygo · 1 year ago

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No gender in the Mesozoic by UnknownLifeform

Oops, got a little behind but next we have “No Gender in the Mesozoic” by @unknown-lifeform!

Tyranno stopped the car, and looked over at the small group of people gathered in the dusty parking lot. Ve recognized professor Stuart, digging through his backpack. Not Tyranno’s favorite person by far, but it was undeniable that he was excellent in his field, and so ve would have to put up with him.

If ve had survived multiple otherworldly beings trying to kill ver throughout ver teens, ve could deal with an annoying professor for a few days.

Ve didn’t know the other people. Four of them so far. Tyranno had never met most of the students involved in this dig. Ve was just here because one of ver professors had put in a good word for ver, so ve was a bit of an outsider. There should be a guy Tyranno knew, but he wasn’t here yet.

A brief moment to take a deep breath, and Tyranno left the car with a smile. Ve wasn’t looking forward to Stuart, but ve wouldn’t let him alone ruin the trip. It had taken a lot of work to get into ver doctorate program, pushing past people who didn’t think someone with a background as a Duel Academy student had what it took. Getting to work in the Hell’s Creek Formation, with all its fossils waiting to be discovered, was a dream come true.

“Good morning!” Tyranno greeted. It wasn’t even nine in the morning, and the heat was already uncomfortable. Ve would be sweating ver ass off soon.

“Ah, Kenzan,” Stuart said, with a smirk. “Move aside, Williams, we’ve got our real gender minority here.”

How Tyranno would like to land a punch on this guy sometimes. But he was the boss here, and ve would have to suck it up and swallow the microaggressions. How ve wished this was still high school, with the Academy’s unhinged teaching body who could be put back in their place with a good duel.

Williams, Tyranno guessed, was the only girl of the group, or at least the only person who was visibly not to a cis man. She eyed ver up and down with a strange expression.

“Professor,” Tyranno greeted, trying to keep ver voice neutral. “What are we gonna do?”

“Wait for the others, clearly. Here, take this.”

Tyranno took some papers from his hands. Maps of the area, a large geological one, then a few smaller topographic ones. Stuart could have told them to print and bring them on their own, but he was an old fashioned kind of man, with his own ideas on how to work. And on life in general.

Ve turned to the other people, and smiled. “Hey there, nice meeting you. Tyranno Kenzan.” “Tyranno?” one of them repeated, sounding slightly disbelieving.

“Yep. Picked it myself!”

The other nodded, mouth opening. “Oh, so the thing about gender minorities is…?”

“I’m nonbinary,” Tyranno said. Some days ve wished that wasn’t one of the first things ve had to talk about whenever ve introduced verself, but it was what it was. “And I use ve pronouns, before anyone asks.”

“What is ve?” another person asked.

“Well, you can say, ‘ve is Tyranno, and ver name is the damn best there is’.”

“Sure,” the guy laughed.

Williams, the girl, looked at ver up and down. “You’re not pulling our leg, right?”

Tyranno blinked at her. “No, why?”

“Nothing.”

The guy standing next to Williams spoke up. “You are really… nonbinary?”

“Yeah?” Tyranno replied.

“Huh. Don’t think I would have been able to tell.”

Oh for–

“Why not?” Tyranno asked, not sure what answer ve was hoping for. Maybe ve should have ignored the comment, but ve had never been too good about ver temper.

He shrugged. “You’re… Well, you are very masculine.”

And there it was. The usual assumption that because Tyranno didn’t look like an androgynous twink ve couldn’t be serious about being nonbinary. Because according to some having muscles that would make most cis guys seethe with envy was an automatic sign ve couldn’t be a gender minority.

It wasn’t like anyone ever dripped femininity on a paleontological dig, so Tyranno didn’t know what people expected. No one would show up with make up and a skirt while hiking in the dust. Maybe ve did look like a cis man whenever ve dressed practically, that didn’t mean ve was anything but what ve said ve was.

Before ve could reply – and in ways that might have been less than polite – another car drove into the parking lot, the wheels dragging up enough dust to make some people cough. A couple men got off, and Tyranno’s eyebrows raised up into ver hairline.

“Jim!” ve shouted.

“Surprise, mate!” Jim laughed.

Tyranno walked up to him, and dragged him in a hug. “What are you doing out of Australia?”

“I’ll have you know I can survive not seeing a kangaroo for a few weeks. Got a last minute invitation to join.” He gave a firm slap on Tyranno’s back, and stepped away. “Been too long. Karen will be so happy to see you.”

“Did you bring her?”

“Do I ever go anywhere without my girl? Hold on, gotta go introduce myself.”

Tyranno leaned against the car as Jim and his companion went to greet Stuart. Ve couldn’t believe he had said nothing. Jim stuck to Australia most of the time, ve highly doubted he would just be randomly invited to an American dig. He must have planned this.

And he had known full well Tyranno was here, because ve had been gushing to him about it for months now.

“Jim Cook,” he was saying to the professor.

Stuart raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed. “Ah, the one with the emotional support animal, right? Seems right you’re friends with the gender minority.”

Jim glanced at Tyranno as Stuart went to dig out some maps for him. Ve just shrugged.

“You’ve brought a dog?” one of the other people asked.

The guy Jim had been in the car with snorted. Tyranno didn’t know him, but if he was Jim’s friend he had to be a nice guy.

“Karen’s not a dog.”

“What is she, then?”

“I’ll just let her out, poor girl must be feeling cramped in the car,” Jim said, having gotten his maps.

Everyone gathered by the car, only to scream when the large crocodile crawled out of the backseat with a hiss.

Tyranno crouched. “Hey girl, remember me?”

Of course Karen did, she was the smartest reptile Tyranno had ever seen. She crawled to ver, and ve rubbed her head vigorously, so that she could feel it even through her scales. Ve was rewarded with a deep exhale.

Jim crouched down next to ver. “She deserves a good prize after being in the car for hours.” He held out a sausage to her, and she took it from his hand with infinite gentleness.

“Prof giving you trouble?” Jim whispered to Tyranno.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I know, I know.” Jim patted Karen as she swallowed. “Just tell me if you need help.”

Tyranno appreciated it, but ve was fine. Ve had always been tough, and just because ve couldn’t solve all ver problems with card games anymore it didn’t mean ve couldn’t take care of verself. Prof would have to eat his words by the end of the dig.

And as for what the other people thought, well. If Sue the T-rex could use they pronouns, Tyranno could do whatever ve wanted too. Ve’d show them gender had nothing to do with being a good paleontologist, and after all ve had a much more direct experience with dinosaurs than anyone else here.

“Don’t worry, got thicker skin than your girl here,” ve said.

Jim huffed in amusement. “If you say so.”

Karen was doing her best to shove her face inside Tyranno’s pockets to check for more treats. Ve hoped Jim had brought lots. A hungry Karen could be a much bigger problem than any mean professor.

“Don’t be rude,” Jim chided her. “Anyways, will we rely on your dinosaur sense to find the fossils?”

Tyranno grinned at him. “I’ll sniff ‘em out like a T-rex on the hunt.”

“Hope we don’t find your distant cousins.”

“Why not? We can make it a family reunion.”

Tyranno might be considered a weirdo by human standards, but ve was more than sure the relatives of the dinosaur whose bones ve carried would not see ver as any weirder than any human in the world.

“Alright, we only need to wait for a couple more people,” Stuart said, outloud. “And you, Cook! I don’t know what kind of quack doctor said that thing could be your emotional support animal, but you’ll better keep it under control.”

“Will do,” Jim said.

Tyranno stood up, shaking ver head. Such discrimination against archosaurs around here.

The guy Jim had come with held his hand out to Tyranno. “We haven’t met before, right? Name’s Damien.”

“Tyranno. Nice meeting you,” Tyranno replied, shaking his hand.

“So you’re one of Jim’s old schoolmates, right? Was that card game school half as insane as Jim says or is he pulling my leg?”

Tyranno grinned. “Jim was only in our branch one year. He has no idea.”

“Pretty sure I would have died if I’d been in your branch the whole time,” Jim piped in, putting one arm around Tyranno’s shoulder.

Maybe he should have said, died more than once. However, that wasn’t the kind of thing they could mention around most people.

“Sure,” Damien said. “I don’t believe either of you.”

Tyranno shifted ver weight. If only Damien knew all the things they said were real, and that not all the unbelievable things had to be connected to the Academy either. Everyone in this parking lot would have a fit if they knew there was an actual fossil in ver leg.

And they wouldn’t be in the wrong. Back then, Tyranno had been thrilled to have a real piece of dinosaur in ver body. Nowadays ve recognized how bonkers those doctors had been.

Heh. Ve was the gender minority and species minority here all at once, if one wanted to get nitpicky about it. Real special snowflake and all. Last person who had called ver that had gotten hit in the nose.

Another car pulled over. At the wheel was Alex, that Tyranno had met before a couple times. A second person was in the passenger’s seat, but that was all Tyranno could make out from behind the dust cloud.

“Morning,” Alex said, hopping out.

“And we’ve got out last ones here,” Stuart said. “Hurry up so we can start.”

Jim clapped Tyranno’s back. “Let’s get these dinosaurs.”

Hell yeah.

#happy pride 🌈#yugioh gx #nonbinary #ve pronouns #queerly yours ygo zine

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galaxythreads · 2 years ago

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I've just gotta get this out here because it's been bothering me for a few days now. I recently read a fic about an AU post-endgame where no one died and Loki and Thor were living in New Asgard. Thor had major PTSD though, and like, this was fine because yeah, I can see it. Thanos was brutal to him.

Thor's PTSD and trauma were taken extremely seriously, and I could tell that if the author didn't have PTSD they clearly did research and portrayed it really well. I was honestly impressed. They went beyond generic bad dreams and occasional flashbacks to talking about the OTHER mental health effects of ptsd.

And then.

(tw for discussion of suicidal behavior inside this fic)

Thor hits a really low point where he's convinced he's never going to get better and he plans to kill himself. And Loki finds him before he jumps off of this high tower or cliff (? not exactly clear and I don't want to go back and look) and rather than ANY CONCERN WHATSOEVER, Loki makes a joke that Thor should find somewhere higher to jump from because this one probably wouldn't kill him. and like.

??????????????????? I was utterly baffled.

The author CLEARLY knew about mental health given the care they gave PTSD, but this, an extremely serious low point in the character is reduced to jokes and belittling? I'm not even kidding. The way Loki stops Thor from jumping is by making fun of Thor until he gives up internally. Like. WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?

And the author had the GALL to, in the author's notes, explain why they had decided to go about this route because of something along the lines of "Loki has never encountered ptsd before, or suicidal behavior, but I think he handled it pretty good for a first time"

LOKI HAS - ON SCREEN, IN CANON - TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF ONCE, and I WOULD ARGUE TWICE BECAUSE HE COULD HAVE MOVED AWAY FROM THE KURSED IN THE TDW AND CHOSE NOT TO.

BUT NO. HE HAS NO EXPERIENCE WITH THAT. none.

I honestly feel disgusted, and like it is my moral obligation to say something about this.

DO NOT. under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES make fun of someone's method for trying to harm themselves. Ever. Regardless if you catch them in the act or not. If it's been years or not. DO NOT DO THIS.

And if you DO find someone about to harm themselves, DO NOT MAKE FUN OF THEM OR GOAD THEM ON. this is the worst thing you could possibly do. You are no longer a safe place. If someone thinks that their low point is going to be reduced to jokes, they will not come to you. You will have become another source of torment instead of help.

As someone who has been suicidal and has talked several close friends/family out of suicide many many times I promise that the way to approach this is with kindness, compassion, and F-ING SYMPATHY.

If the author of the fic had bothered to address the fact that what Loki did in this was both a) disgusting and b) THE WRONG THING TO DO and HE APOLOGIZED TO THOR i wouldn't have had a problem with it, because like. girl (gender neutral) we've all been there, making a big mess of a situation like this because we didn't know what to say. But this wasn't that. This honestly seemed to be a good, recommended method from the author. Like ah yes, of COURSE the thing to do when someone is hurting is to make fun of their pain. Let's just brutally torment them until they give up and numb out and crawl back to you.

I was honestly so jarred and uncomfortable that I stopped enjoying the fic after that. Bro. BrO. BRO.

If you're going to put something as serious as suicide into your fics, I BEG you to handle it with care.

#I learned later that the author bases all their charaziations after Ragnarok Thor and Loki #I'm not even sure if they've seen thor 1 and thor 2 #and a lot more made sense.#because like #ah #yeah #if i only had ragnarok loki to base loki off of #i might have written him being an a**hole to thor too #but at the same time #this is no excuse #if you can research ptsd #you can research how to HELP someone who's feeling this way #not make them feel worse #tw ptsd #tw suicide #loki #thor #fics

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princessjungeun · 3 years ago

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Lucid Dream: Gender Neutral! Reader x Winter

.Request: heyy! i was the person who sent the aespa question, but can you write a winter x gender neutral reader who is gowons older sibling. and they’re winters s/o and they’re a soloist under sm, and they the plot can be the reader writing and producing lucid dream while aespa are in the studio lots of fluff please! and maybe a bit of angst bc of jealous winter (bc of karina preferably) thank you in advance!

The sound of your phone ringing filled your bedroom waking you up out of your sleep. You rolled over and decline the call, seeing that it was your younger sister calling you. However, when she called again you knew that if you didn’t answer she’d just keep calling until you picked up. Groaning you sat up and accepted the call, “Chaewon-ah it’s 2 in the morning. What’s wrong?” Your little sister whispered into the phone, “I need help...I think I’m in love with Hyeju.” You sighed and asked, “Why couldn’t this wait a few hours Chaewonnie? Why is that a problem?” Your little sister quickly whispered back, “It’s a problem because I love her in a way that best friends and coworkers should not love each other! What do i do?” Sitting up, you realized that this call would definitely not end soon, so you flicked on the lamp on your nightstand. You told Chaewon, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you...you can always confess, but if you don’t want to then keeping it to yourself is the other option.”

Your younger sister shuffled on the other line and you heard her step outside, by the sound of the cars in the distance, you could tell she was sitting on the balcony. She asked you, this time above a whisper, “So I can’t just like- stop liking her? What did you do with your girlfriend?” You replied, “I ended up realizing that I was in love with her, and then I confessed. That’s it.” Chaewon tried to reason, “W-well then maybe I don’t love Hyeju like that? Yeah. Maybe I just love her a lot as a really good friend...” A silence fell over the two of you before your little sister asked, “Well what did it feel like for you?”

Furrowing your brows you tried to put the right words to the feeling, “I felt like...when I wasn’t with her something was missing. I was so attached to her in a way that I never felt before, like she completed me...and she was on my mind all the time. Even when I was asleep, she was in my dreams. It was always different, but the same. She was leaving me, but I looked for her every single time. I just wanted to be with her forever. But because we work in the same company, I was convinced it wouldn’t work. I tried to shut out my feelings and tell myself it was all fake, but I couldn’t stop loving her...I couldn’t stop love, I guess.” Your little sister stayed quiet for a moment before saying dryly, “Well that was...deep. I still don’t know what to do though.” You sighed and told her reassuringly, “Chaewonnie, there is absolutely nothing wrong with falling in love okay? This is your feelings, not mine. So I can’t really tell you what to do this time like I do with other things. I trust that you’ll make the right decisions when the time comes. But for now, just enjoy being around her and being with her, she’s your best friend, she won’t give you up that easily. Just let things take its course okay? Who knows she might feel the same way.” The younger girl hummed, “Mmmm, okay. Thank you Y/N. Goodnight.” You responded, “Goodnight Chaewon-ah.” She hung up the phone and you did the same, putting your phone down, the lock screen flashed. It was a picture of you and Winter asleep, one that Giselle took because she thought it was cute.

Images of your girlfriend flashed through your mind as you remembered your conversation with your younger sister. Softly you hummed a random melody followed by mumbling the words, “No, no, no I can’t stop love.” You thought for a minute before humming a little more, making a melody up as you went. Quickly, you reached over and grabbed your phone, snatching it off of your nightstand. Opening the voice memos, you hummed and vocalized the melody and sang the words, “No, no, no I can’t stop love.”

Sitting back against your headboard you thought for a moment longer, more than anything you needed sleep. You’d just finished promoting your recent mini album a few weeks ago and your sleep schedule was still messed up. Your manager had been urging you to get it back on track so that you would be sleeping at regular hours once again, and you had...kind of...not really. Deciding that getting whatever song was forming on your mind was more important, you got out of bed and walked to go get yourself a glass of iced coffee. Drinking cold brew at 2 in the morning wasn’t ideal, but it’d keep you awake long enough to finish whatever you were about to start.

For the next hour you sat hunched over your old spiral notebook that was decorated in stickers that your girlfriend put on once when she got bored. You wrote messily, trying your best to make sure that the hangul and English would still be legible later on. When you finished, you looked at the page that was written, words crossed out and scribbled over, with some random doodles in the margins. Immediately you moved to your mini studio that was originally your wardrobe...until you just put all of your clothes in the hallway and in bins in the closet. Paying no attention to the amount of time passing or he sun starting to rise after a few hours, you stayed in the confines of your wardrobe and finished the song you started.

When you finished the song it was six in the morning and you were damn near falling asleep standing up. You knew that you had to be awake and at the company at noon, so you went to sleep for a few hours until your alarm went off. The sound of your manager entering your dorm woke you up, the alarm system indicating that the door had been opened. You rolled over and groaned, knowing that she was going to literally drag you out of bed if she had to. An exasperated sigh filled your room, “Y/N- were you up all night again?” You groggily replied, “No...not all night. I was asleep until two and went back to sleep at six.” She sighed and said, “Okay well it’s time to get up because you have a meeting with your boss this afternoon.” It took fifteen minutes for your manager to get you out of bed, but eventually you were up and ready to go for the day.

Meetings with your bosses were always stressful for you when they were regarding music that you’d written or produced. Although you had success with a lot of the music you’d worked on alone and with other writers or producers, you were still nervous when it came to introducing the song to higher authority. Shifting your weight in your seat you waited for a reaction from the few people in the room after they listened to the few songs you’d put on the USB drive for them. By their blank facial expressions, you couldn’t tell what they were thinking about.

When the songs were over they all exchanged looks and murmured between themselves, so low that you couldn’t hear it. One of the executive producers stated, “Honestly Y/N, I’m really surprised.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “These are incredible. I’m impressed with your ability to use and manipulate sounds to create music that is relatively unalike, yet it all complements each other perfectly. Good job.” You felt a wave of relief wash over you as you sunk back into the chair you were sitting in, exhaling deeply after holding your breath.

The producer started once more, “There is something I want to ask you though, this one song here...Lucid Dream...” You felt your heart pound, unsure if you had accidentally put too much into the song, potentially outing yourself or something related to it. He continued, “I feel like this song would fit for a group. I’m not sure if you recall but Aespa is currently working on their mini album.” You nodded and mumbled under your breath, “I did write the title track so...” The comment went unnoticed as he stated, “Well we are still in the works of picking their B-sides. I think this would be a great addition to the album, do you all agree?” He looked around for the approval of the other people in the room, all of which nodded and talked over each other in agreement.

You replied, “Well...as you all are aware, I don’t sell my songs. But I am more than willing to have a consultation to discuss this.” Your boss agreed and set another meeting for the next day, wanting to get everything squared away as soon as possible.

By the end of the week you were set to be in the studio with Aespa along with an audio engineer. The girls were ecstatic to be working with you because they’d been begging for the opportunity, especially Winter. You hadn’t been able to work with the girls while they recorded their title track, which was disappointing but at least this time you were able to be around them.

The audio engineer was going to be late because he was at another studio working with a soloist, but she reassured you that she’d be there no later than 30 minutes in. So you waited around for the four girls to arrive while you worked on some other songs independently. After about ten minutes the door opened and the girls walked in but you didn’t notice them. A pair of hands removed your headphones as another cupped over your eyes. You cringed at the feeling and removed the hands, “Ewwww Aeri-ah, your hands are cold and wet.” The girl faked a pout and said, “Sorry I just washed them...”

Your turned around and stood up, greeting the four girls and giving them all a hug...and sneaking a kiss onto Winter’s cheek. Most people assumed that you didn’t know the girls at all because there were never any public interactions with them, even when your schedules overlapped each other during their last comeback. But, that couldn’t be further from the truth, they were some of the only idol friends you had, especially Karina and Winter:

In 2018 you'd decided to audition into SM as a joke with your close friend. Your little sister was an idol and people often asked you if you’d consider becoming one as well. Time and time again you told them that you weren’t the talented one in the family and that Chaewon was, but everyone disagreed. In an effort to prove you point, to get people off your back about it, you decided to just audition for a company. A friend of yours did the audition with you, mostly as a joke considering neither of you were actually taking it seriously. The two of you didn't expect to hear anything back from the company, so when you got an email confirming that you passed the first round of auditions, you were stunned. At first you pushed the idea of becoming an idol from your mind. Being an idol was Chaewon’s thing in your mind, and you didn’t want to take the attention from her. However, when Chaewon found out, she begged you to just consider it because it’d be nice to have a more familiar face around even if you weren’t in the same company. With your parents and Chaewon’s encouragement and support, you accepted the opportunity.

When you arrived to SM, you were the only new one for months, unlike a few of the other trainees, you didn't come in with someone else. Joining by yourself was lonely for a while, you didn't speak to many of the other trainees, mostly due to a language barrier. Some of them made efforts to talk to you, but gave up when you were too shy to keep conversation going.

Jimin was different.

She saw you one day standing off to the side during one of the dance practices. You were in a group of a few girls preparing for a showcase, the other girls stood around together during a break while you stood alone. Although you were looking at the ground, you could feel a set of eyes on you. Looking up slowly you saw a girl staring at you, she walked over and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Jimin, my friend wanted to say hi. This is-" the girl looked next to her to see nobody there. She turned around and ran back, pulling a girl in an oversized hoodie, playing with her sweater paws. She elbowed her, the other girl looked up, "Hi I'm Minjeong."

Since that day you, Karina, and Minjeong grew closer, the three of you had personalities that matched well. When you weren't with Minjeong you were with Karina, or on your own producing and writing your own songs when you had the time. You were practicing day in and out in hopes that you'd be able to make your debut soon.

All of your work paid off in early 2020, you debuted as a soloist under SM. It wasn't exactly what you thought was going to happen, but you were happy that you were finally able to do what you'd trained so hard for.

You sat in your rolling chair facing them as you talked back and forth with the four. You asked, “You all heard the song already right? The parts are all distributed and everything, no problems?” The girls nodded and Karina replied, “Yeah, it was really good bye the way. It has a nice vibe.” You smiled, growing shy as you always did when you received genuine complements. Giselle added, “I’m in love with the talking part too.” You laughed, “I’m glad, I changed it up for you actually.” She dramatically flipped her hair and grinned, “Ugh I’m so special aren’t I?”

Leaning over you grabbed four papers from your backpack, “Oh, I don’t know if you all printed out the guides, so I made them for you. I color coded your lyrics so you know where to sing, in case you get lose or something...” Ningning sighed, “Why can’t you be our producer all the time?” You laughed and said, “As much as I’d love to, you know I can’t do that.”

Looking over you saw your girlfriend sitting, clearly lost in thought as her eyes were locked on you. She blinked rapidly, snapping out of her thoughts with an embarrassed giggle. Padding over to you softly she sat on your lap, your arms looping around her waist as you rested your head on her side. Her hand played with your ear, softly tracing lines from the bottom of your ear up to your temple.

Giselle and Ningning looked at each other and said in unison, “Ewwwww.” The two jokingly pretended to gag and throw up as they looked at you and your girlfriend. Karina on the other hand rolled her eyes at them and told you both, “You two are cute, they’re just mad that they haven’t found anyone yet.” Ningning shot back, “Oh and like you have?” The leader smirked and said, “Mmm maybe I have.” She turned her attention back to her phone, ignoring both Giselle and Ningning asking over each other if she was actually serious.

To get the girls off of her back Karina waved them off and said, “I actually have a question Y/N. Can you help me with something?” You nodded, “Sure, what’s up?” Karina explained, “Well when we’re doing practices I mess up this one part in our title track sometimes. But I recorded it fine in the booth. Can you see if you know what I’m doing wrong?” It wasn’t unusual for one of the girls to ask you for help when it came to honestly anything, you were known as the ‘4th gen ace’ among many.

You replied, “Yeah sure, what part is it?” Karina responded, “The high note right after my rap. Sometimes I get the note perfect, then others it just doesn’t come out right. Dancing or not.” Gently you tapped Winter’s thigh and she moved off of your lap, going to sit next to Giselle and Ningning. Karina stood in front of you and you asked, “Can you just sing that one part? Don’t bother with the rap, I know you can do that part.” She sang her line and just like she’d mentioned, her note came out funny.

Moving behind her you placed a hand on her stomach and another on her back, “Try it again.” She did as you asked and right before the note you pushed her back up slightly, straightening her posture. Just like that her note came out perfectly. You rested your hands on her waist for a moment, something that was a natural habit between you and her, as you’d been best friends for years. Winter looked at you and her then at your hand placement, feeling an odd twinge of jealousy bubble up inside of her. She shifted uncomfortably and held onto Giselle’s arm, and rested her cheek on her shoulder.

Karina beamed, “How did you even- What did you do?” You told your friend, “You weren’t breathing from the right place and your posture wasn’t good enough. You just need to breathe from a lower spot and straighten your back and you’ll be fine.” She hugged you, “Thank you so much...I was going crazy trying to fix it by myself.” You ran your hand down her hair and replied, “No problem Rina.”

Winter’s grip on Giselle tightened, the older member realizing it quickly and wincing slightly. She murmured, “Calm down Minjeongie...” You heard the side comment and looked over, seeing your girlfriend who’s eyes were still on you as she white knuckled her member’s cardigan. You brushed it off, not thinking much of it as she tended to hold onto her members often, not realizing that it was you that was causing her to act that way.

You told the girls “Okay hmmmm... you all need to finish warming up because the second the audio engineer gets here Ningie is in the booth.” The girls nodded and started doing their vocal warm ups while you set everything up to get ready for recording.

Once the audio engineer arrived Ningning got into the booth and recorded her parts. You didn’t have to give much direction for her, she understood everything that she needed to do after the first take and you gave her feedback. She was able to recognize where she needed to sing one way and another way. You told her at the end, “Good job Ningie, that was good, you can come out now.” She thanked you and sat in the back next to Giselle.

You looked at your girlfriend, “Alright Miss. Minjeong, you’re up.” She laughed at the formality, rolling her eyes playfully as she stepped into the booth. She gave you a thumbs up and you started the take. Compared to the maknae, Winter had more trouble recording her parts. You found yourself having your girlfriend redo her takes three or four times because it didn’t sound how you wanted. Sitting in your chair from outside of the booth you paused, sitting in silence as you thought about what you could say to explain what you wanted.

Winter stood awkwardly in the booth, chewing on her lip and fidgeting with her fingers, growing slightly anxious because it wasn’t going as well as she’d hoped. You told Winter, “You sound- it just sounds a little stiff, you know? It sounds heavy...can you try the chorus again? It’s supposed to sound somewhat dreamlike, but not light.” Your girlfriend nodded and did the take once more, just for you to stop her again. Sighing you put your head in your hands, getting more so frustrated at the fact that you couldn’t explain how you wanted to. Softly you told her, “Come out and I’m gonna have Rina go in next, then I’ll do yours over okay?” Your girlfriend nodded, a slight frown on her face as she padded back outside of the booth.

Karina entered the booth and put the headphones on, adjusting the mic to her height as well. You turned on the talkback mic and laughed, “Rina, wait I have to say something.” Your best friend looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, you told her, “You look really pretty today, especially in this lighting.” Karina laughed and thanked you, playfully waving off the complement as she replied, “Oh please you look better.” You both laughed again before she gave you the signal that she was ready to start her take.

She easily recorded her part of the pre-chorus and post chorus, earning complements from you right away. When she got to her part of the second verse you stopped her, “It’s perfect except for one little thing. When you get to the end of that lyric, ‘ 잡힐 듯 스친 손 틈 사이에’, can you breathe more into that last note. Imagine you’re literally exhaling into it, I wanna hear the breath at the end. Make me fall in love with you from your voice alone.” Karina nodded and gave you a thumbs up, doing the take over and attempting to do what you asked. You told her, “That was almost it, I’m gonna have you do it one more time. Can you just sing that last note for me? Just the ‘ 사이에’. Like this.” You sang the note for her, demonstrating what you wanted to hear, compared to what she was giving you before. From in the booth Karina let out a soft, “Ooohh. Okay. Got it! I got it.” She replied in English, with a smile and a playful wink causing you to laugh and say, “You’re so cute.”

Winter watched the interaction from the couch behind you, she glared at the leader than at you. Giselle mumbled to her jokingly, “You know that glaring at them won’t burn a hole in the back of their heads right?” Winter huffed and got up, leaving the room without saying anything. Ningning and Giselle looked at each other, then you, and back at each other. As much as you wanted to go after your girlfriend, you knew that stopping to go after her wasn’t an option as Karina was still in the booth. You knew that work came first in this instance, so you continued.

When Karina was done in the booth you turned to Giselle, “So do you want to take your turn now or-” She cut you off, “Go get her first.” You nodded and told the audio engineer, “I’ll be right back, uh...you can leave and come back in ten if you want I guess.” He nodded and followed you out of the studio, going down the opposite hallway.

Minjeong stood in the restroom, in the last stall just lost in her thoughts. Her eyes burned with tears of frustration, only a few of them falling down her face. Of course she knew that you and Karina were friends, all three of you were best friends before you and her started dating. Winter knew that Karina would never do anything to try and separate the two of you, that wasn’t the type of person she was. Usually Winter didn’t mind seeing you close with other people, complementing other girls or clinging to them never bothered her. She knew that you loved her and she trusted you more than anyone else, especially with her heart. However, seeing you with Karina just tipped her off a bit. She knew that it was also due to her own frustration with herself for not getting her parts recorded right away like she always had before.

When you opened the bathroom door you knew that your girlfriend was inside from the hums to your song that echoed through the washroom. You called out, “Minjeong-ah? It’s your turn to record in the booth, can you come back now? Giselle won’t record until you’re done and she has the most lines so...I kind of need you in the studio now.” She opened the door and left the stall, washing her hands then turning to face you, “Is that it?” You replied, “Well...I mean there’s still like backing vocals to record and stuff but today is just-” Your girlfriend pushed past you, mumbling under her breath, “Fine.”

Only now did you realize that you definitely messed up some how, at some point during the day. You turned around and left the restroom, heading back to the studio to try and remember if you said anything to her that she could have gotten upset about. After not being able to think of anything off the top of your head you pushed it from your mind, deciding that you’d just have to deal with it when you all were done for the night.

Winter was already in the booth when you entered the studio again, she’d already adjusted the mic and was clearly waiting for you to return. You started the take and she sang her lines no problem. You were able to finish all of her recordings after a first or second try. Despite her finishing quickly, she didn’t seem anywhere near happy about it. She didn’t spare you a glance when you spoke to her through the talkback and she only replied with giving you a thumbs up.

When she exited the booth and Giselle entered Winter mumbled, “Am I done for the night?” You nodded, “Yeah-” She cut you off, “Okay bye.” She thanked the audio engineer and left, probably going to go dance in a practice room or something. From the back of the studio Ningning pointed out, “I don’t know if it’s just me...but I’m pretty sure she’s mad at Y/N.” Everyone in the room turned and looked at the maknae who just looked around and obliviously asked, “What” You shook your head and just turned your attention back to Giselle who was waiting for you. Luckily she was able to finish her takes easily, she stumbled a little on the English speaking part but you were able to fix it right away.

After you all were finished for the night, Giselle, Karina, and Ningning decided to head back to their dorms because it was fairly late at night. You on the other hand went to find your girlfriend, wanting to get to the bottom of whatever was going on.

Minjeong almost always practiced in the same practice room out of habit, so it wasn’t hard to find her. When you entered the barely lit room she was blasting 7am by Mariah the Scientist, doing a choreography you made and posted months ago. You smiled softly, finding it cute that she always learned your choreographies even if you didn’t teach them to her. She noticed you in the mirror, and immediately she stopped dancing and went to turn the music off. Just as she was about to leave, her bag in hand, you stopped her by grabbing her arm lightly.

Your girlfriend huffed, still slightly out of breath from dancing, “Just leave me alone Y/N.” She snatched her arm from your hand and left, closing the door behind herself. You weren’t one to push her into talking to you when she clearly didn’t want to. Letting out a soft sigh you decided to just go home, you two would be able to figure out whatever was going on tomorrow, or another day.

Laying in bed you tried to sleep, but your thoughts raced from one thing to the next, all of them leading back to one person. Winter. After tossing and turning for an hour you sat up letting out a frustrated huff. You got out of bed and shuffled to your in-home studio. Picking up your guitar you started strumming, humming and vocalizing melodies despite your voice being laced with exhaustion. Paying no attention to anything but the guitar on your lap, you didn’t hear your front door click open.

A soft voice snapped you out of focusing, “Hey...” You jumped, holding your hand over your chest you gasped as your chest heaved, “Shit! You’ve gotta stop doing that.” She laughed weakly, tucking one of her hairs that slipped out of her tiny ponytail behind her ear. You asked, “Why are you here? It’s like three in the morning.”

Winter inched closer slowly, “I couldn’t sleep...and I wanted to talk to you.” You set your guitar down and motioned for her to follow you back to your room. She sat on your bed, the side that she always slept on when she was with you. You sat in front of her, seeing that her eyes were puffy and red. There were tried tears on the corners of her eyes and her nose was pink. You hated knowing that she cried, but she also hated you knowing that she did as well, especially when you pointed it out. Pretending not to notice it, you asked, “So, what did you want to talk about?”

Your girlfriend told you, “I wanted to apologize to you. I wasn’t nice to you earlier and you didn’t do anything to deserve that. I had a bad day and I was frustrated that I could record my stuff as easily as I usually do. Then I got jealous of you and Jimin unnie when you two were just doing what you normally do. So I wanted to say I’m sorry for all of that.” She looked up from her hands in her lap, nervously moving to play with one of the seams on the blanket that was on your bed.

You responded, “I accept your apology, thank you. I’m also sorry that I didn’t notice that you were upset sooner, I would have tried to help you.” The two of you sat in silence for a minute, hands slipped into each other’s as you layed next to each other on your bed staring at the ceiling. You blurted out, with a teasing laugh, “Wait did you say you were jealous of me and Rina?”

Winter groaned, “I shouldn’t have said anythinggggggg!” One of your pillows hit you in the face as she whined. You hit her lightly with one of the many stuffed animals you had on your bed and said, “I’m just teasing! Besides you know you have nothing to be jealous of right?” When she fell silent, not answering you looked at her genuinely, “You know that right? Winter, you know that don’t you?” Your girlfriend didn’t reply, her focus on the hot pink stuffed teddy bear she got you for Valentine’s day last year.

You sat up and asked her, “You know that you have nothing to worry about right?” Her gaze flickered around your room as she mumbled, “Mmmm...” She shrugged her shoulders and played with your hands, running her fingers over the small calluses on the pads of your fingers. Gently you pulled her onto your lap, one of her legs on either side of you as she faced you. Lifting her chin with one of your fingers you raised her gaze, “You know that right?”

You were more than aware that after you debuted, Winter felt more self conscious being with you. There were so many people saying that you were the 4th gen ace, and that you were this perfect being. For Minjeong that only made her feel like she wasn’t enough for you emotionally and physically. People were constantly emphasizing your ‘perfect’ personality and stunning looks, always saying that nobody could compare, and nobody would be deserving of your love so you’d have to settle for less. You tried to diffuse these comments from people, knowing full and well that after a certain point that it would reach your girlfriend’s ears and she’d be taking it seriously. But it’s been a while and you thought that she was over thinking like that, or at least she’d done her best to convince you she was.

Winter shrugged, “I just think you’ll find someone better and prettier than me...” Your hands found her waist, your warm fingertips pressing into her skin gently, and your thumb grazing her skin softy. Firmly you stated, “I won’t find anyone better or prettier than you Minjeong. You’re the one I want, I don’t want anyone else. You’re the only one I have my eyes on, the only one that I look at. I’m never going to leave you okay?” She didn’t respond, she only chewed on her lip and played with a seam on your t shirt. Your hands slid up and down her waist, making her laugh nervously as you said, “I need you to understand that, please.”

You moved one arm to loop around her neck, the other pressing the back of her waist. She leaned her forehead against yours while your fingers grazed her nape, twirling the soft baby hairs that stuck out of her small ponytail. After a moment she nodded, “I understand.” Winter leaned in and kissed you delicately before rolling off of you. She slipped her hand into yours as your legs tangled with hers under your blankets. Her head rested on your chest, one of her arms thrown over your torso as she let herself succumb to sleep. Sleepily she told you, “I love you Y/N.” You scooted closer to you as if that was even possible and replied, “I love you too Minjeong-ah.”

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The Man That Is Wilbur Soot [Wilbur Soot x reader]

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: Inspired by the Song Honey Honey by ABBA aka I took the line "I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more"

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 3.4K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Event Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This was made for my ABBA event. Check it out here! (Also requests are still open! Click here!) btw, this was supposed to be like 1k

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You had heard about Wilbur Soot before. Everyone had heard about Wilbur Soot the President of L’Manberg. The guy who stood up to the Tyrant Dream of the SMP. And came out victorious, unlike the others whose life has been lost to the Tyrant, and their names to the passage of time.

You can’t say, he didn’t intrigue you enough, for you to set out on the dangerous journey that is crossing the SMP. Because he did. His country did. The ideals that you’ve heard about did. Everything intrigued you enough to leave your village behind and track into the world.

So that’s what you did, backpack on your shoulders, map in hand. You set into the big world, on the tracks to the dangerous country that the SMP is. You barely get out of the village before you are able to hitch a ride.

It’s a merchant that is headed for one of the villages closer to the border. It’s a bigger village than your own. The name rings a bell, maybe a traveller has mentioned it when passing by. So you hitch the ride, he tells you about his trades. He’s a merchant of fabrics, listing many places you haven’t even heard of. But there is one that catches your attention.

“You’ve been to L’Manberg?”

“Before it became independent yes.”

“Tell me about it!”

And the merchant does, for the entirety of the ride. He talks about the few people that resided there when he passed through the back then settlement. You beg him to tell each detail he can remember. And he happily provides. You take note of every you hear in your notebook. Your travel journal. Your… well diary.

He’s a good man, you note to yourself when he pulls into the bigger villages. The sun on the horizon.

You’re much further than you thought you would be on your first day.

This is going to be a good trip.

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This is going to be a horrible trip.

You’ve been wandering for days, the closer to the border of the SMP, the fewer carts had come by, and even fewer willing to take a traveller with them.

You sigh as you watch the sun starting to set, and you are forced to make camp once more. It has been days since you last slept in a bed. To be exact 16 days. You had only managed to stay in an inn for the first night, realising your small amount of money wouldn’t get you far if you spent it all on beds.

You are reminded of the people whom you met that first night, a girl who talked about how President Soot had come by the town in his own travels to the SMP, and she had met him. No not just met him. She had spent the night with him.

And you just couldn’t help yourself, you had to quill your curiosity somehow, so you had once again asked for details, and she had provided.

The fire you get going is better than the last one. Not that the last one had ever turned into a fire. It had rained in the morning, and most of the wood you could find yesterday was still wet by the time you wanted to settle down.

But today, you had been lucky, it had been sunny all day, leading to being able to find dry sticks and a couple of pieces of logs. That you could make into a fire.

A clear stary night over your head as you turn in for the night. Hoping to get at least a couple of hours out of the fire to keep you warm. And to keep the mobs away. Knowing you still have a couple of days of wandering left before you will reach the borders of the SMP. You sigh as you jolt down the few interesting pieces of the day in your notebook.

Not that anything of importance actually happened. But maybe out there someone would read your notebook and find the fact that you saw a parrot in a birch forest be found interesting.

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You have under half a day of walking left when a cart is willing to pick you up. Turning the hours of walking into a mere hour in the cart. You can feel yourself squirm in your seat as the silence falls upon you and the woman who picked you up.

“…So… Why are you heading to the border?”

She lets you sit in silence.

Rude much?

But… You can’t really call her rude, she was nice enough to pick you up and take you to the border. Where she very unceremoniously dropped you off, and headed off east, seemingly following the border never crossing it. She was… weird.

You instead tighten your back, and head over to the guarded tollbooth. A man looking bored out of his mind and close to sleep sits there. Not even having registered the cart that was there moments ago.

How often do people come through here?

The thought crosses your mind. You know it isn’t one of the main border entrances. You know of one that lies further west. But still, a good 2 to 3 days travel away. Besides you’re pretty sure someone told you the toll at the busy entrances is higher than the ones people rarely use.

But now that you are here and can read the price yourself. It seems the person had either lied to you, or the price at the main entrances are a lot higher than you could ever think about paying.

An idea strikes you, maybe… Just maybe… The guard will fall asleep. Just maybe. You linger on the side of the road. Seemingly interested in the plants nearby. You start jotting down stuff in your notebook. Taking note of the size of the leaves, the colour. You mumble the information to yourself.

Your eyes keep glancing over, as his head slumps down further and further.

It barely takes you a few more minutes of stalling before the guard is full-on snoring. You barely catch yourself nearly letting out a sound in victory.

Silent. Right. No noise.

You can do this. You can sneak past him. You can be silent.

You suck in a breath, as you start moving as slowly as you’ve ever done in your life. Hoping to the sky gods the slowness helps you with being silent. And it does, to some extent. But your backpack still rustles around, and the loose stones on the pathway still skirt across the dirt.

But he keeps sleeping, and before you know it, you’ve managed to sneak past him. Sneak into a country. You did it!

You decide your celebration is best celebrated far from here, and you make your way on the now stone path.

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It takes you a couple of days before you hit your first village. You’re surprised by this. Normally there is a city around half a days’ time from most border crossings. But this is the SMP. The fact that its citizens aren’t exactly allowed to leave. Is more than public knowledge in other countries. They are under the rule of a Tyrant after all.

You figure it’s time to sleep in a real bed, you deserve it.

You head straight into the in, it’s barely past lunch, but there is a plentiful of people in there already. You stumble a bit at the sight, you had expected a couple of patrons, not a room full of people. But nonetheless, you make your way to the bar.

Conversations bustling around you, a waiter running around, and either the innkeeper themselves behind the bar, or just a barkeeper. You aren’t exactly sure. But you wave them down anyway. Maybe she can help you find the innkeeper and ask for a room.

“Well, hello there, you look exhausted.” Your shoulders sink further down at the comment. Did you really look that bad?

“I was wondering if you had a room I could rent?” you ignore the rude comment and stick to politeness.

“I figured.”

“… So um… Do you have a room free?” You try once again.

“Sorry hun, but if you hadn’t noticed we are full right now.” You completely deflate at the answer. In return, she takes pity on you. “But if you ask around over at the stables, someone might let you on as a passenger and take you to the next city. It’s half a day by cart, so you might just catch one if you’re fast.”

You beam up that answer, profusely thanking her, before running back into the street. Before realising you have no clue where the stables are.

It takes you two people, and three wrong turns to find the stables. And nobody is preparing any carts when you get there. Just a guy saddling his own horse.

Ah well, it never hurts to ask.

You approach the guy.

“Hi!”

He looks a bit confused when you stand across from him, on the other side of the horse.

“Um… good evening?”

You smile at him.

“Can I help you?” He speaks slowly.

“Ah yes! Sorry! I’m a bit out of it. I’m trying to get to the next town over.” You happily tell him.

“And you’re telling me this because…” He trails off. Leaving time for you to answer, instead, you leave him hanging. Until he coughs.

“Because…” He repeats.

“Because I was thinking, maybe you were heading that way.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“I can pay…” You try.

“Well then, why didn’t you start with that.” He looks you and your baggage up and down twice before clicking his tongue. “We can make this work. Do you know how to hold on?”

You nod, and he settles onto his horse, waiting for you to do the same. You manage to hoist yourself up and onto the horse. It doesn’t even flinch at the added weight. You’re thankful to the sky gods for that.

He rides the two of you out of town and onto the road for the next town.

“What’s someone like you this far out in the country?”

“I’m a traveller.” You tell him.

“To the border? So you could look at it and head home?” He snorts.

“No no, I’m not from the SMP, I’m just travelling through. I’m headed to L’Manberg.” He snorts once more.

“L’Manberg? That bunch of spoiled brats.”

“Spoiled brats?”

He laughs this time.

“Don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“You truly aren’t from these parts.” He comments, and let the conversation fade out after that.

You don’t question the man, instead just pays him as the sun starts to set, and you are once again in an unfamiliar village. At this point, you barely remember the route you used to take in your home from your house to the baker.

Okay, that’s a lie, that is a route that is embedded into your mind, that you could sleepwalk it. For the sole reason that the route had you pass the library. Which was a place you spent a lot of time. Especially after finding out about the interesting man of Wilbur Soot.

Some books portrayed him as a traitor of the SMP, others the hero of the folk. But every single depiction had one thing in common. That he was an interesting enough man for people to want to write about him.

And that made you interested in him. He had started a revolution in a country that wasn’t his. You weren’t sure where he was from. None of the books in your village had mentioned that.

You head into the inn, this time, it’s bustling from evening patrons, but nowhere as lively as the one in the previous town. The reception this time has a separate table. Which you welcome happily. This means you don’t have to cross another sea of half-drunken people you don’t know.

However once again, the inn is full.

What’s going on here?

This one is even larger than the other one and seemingly has fewer patrons. But you take the rejection with a head held high. Thank them for their time, as you head into the now dark streets.

You sit now on a couple of steps, you’re tired, exhausted, and just want to sleep in a bed.

The door opens.

You nearly leave your skin in shock. You had expected the owner to be asleep. Instead, an elderly lady stands there.

“Would you look at that? It seems I have a guest.” She speaks.

“No no, I’m just passing through, I’m sorry I just needed to rest for a moment. I’m sorry. I’ll be on my way!” You ramble on as you scramble from the stone step.

“Nonsense.” She tsks at you. “Come in you poor child.”

She steps back into the house, leaving the door open.

“You coming? Close the door after you, it gets so terrible cold at night.”

You find yourself following her. Closing the door after yourself. You carefully put down your backpack as she ushers you into a seat in the kitchen. Setting a plate of hot steaming soup in front of you. You nearly drool at the sight. You can’t remember the last time you had warm food. Especially not warm homemade food.

You are quick to dig in, and she laughs warmly at you. You feel comfortable here.

“Why were you out in the street this late? That’s no safe place to be.”

You stop the spoon still in your mouth. She laughs once again, but the kind air around her never leaves. You swallow and pull out the spoon.

“I’m making my way to L’Manberg.” You tell her.

“Ah, L’Manberg. I’ve heard about that place. President Soot right?”

“Yes, yes.” You nod at her. “Wilbur Soot.”

“Ah, the Antarctic prince.”

You stop once again.

“The what?”

“The Antarctic Prince?”

You hum.

“Ah my dear, President Soot is the second born of King Philza from the Antarctic Empire.”

You stare at her; this was new information. She laughs once more. You are quick to grab your notebook and write down the new information. How had something this important not been mentioned before? This explains so much to you. And it eagers you even more to continue the trip.

The man of Wilbur Soot only seems to keep getting more and more interesting as each day passes.

The kind lady offers you a bed and a bath.

You are more than happy to receive both. Although you would never admit that to anyone that you could barely recognise yourself in the mirror. And for the second realisation that night. You understood why the innkeepers didn’t want you around.

You’ve never slept as good as you did that night during your travels.

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You stretch as you can feel the scorching heat of the sun above you. It has been three weeks since you left the kind lady. She had asked for her son to help you move deeper into the country, so you were closer to the border you are desperately trying to reach.

You had travelled with her son for about a week, when he had to start heading more west than south, you had thanked him as much as his mother. But he had brushed you off that having a travelling partner was nice, and that you if came back through he would love to hear stories of the famous L’Manberg and its citizens.

The map you had brought seems to not be well mapped in the SMP. It wasn’t something you were unprepared for, but it did surprise you how little it truly resembled the mapping of the roads.

But a map is a map, and a destination is a destination. So you head onwards.

And onwards…

Sometimes meeting other travellers now that you are deeper in the countries. The nights where you aren’t alone passes faster than the ones where you are.

You hear stories of L’Manberg you have never heard before, and retellings of events but in other perspectives.

It seems a lot of people have a lot of opinions on the small country. But you understand, you too would have a lot of opinions if a city suddenly started wanting independence from its country.

It takes you weeks before you start coming across people who have been near L’Manberg regularly. It gives you a sign of hope. You’re getting closer, your journey is reaching its destination.

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It’s storming the day you spot the country on the horizon. It’s still storming by the time you reach the country. The SMP toll guard is seemingly nowhere nearby and you pass the border with ease this time. Luckily for you. Or else you would have to explain why a traveller like you didn’t have travel papers.

You had expected to be met with one of the cities of the small country immediately. But it seems they are further from the border. And by further, it takes you an hour at foot-travel to meet the capital of the small country.

The streets are bustling.

That’s when it hits you.

You’ve made it.

You’ve actually made it.

You might look mad, but you let out a laugh right then and there. A laugh of relief. A laugh of victory. A laugh of … being alive.

“Having fun there?”

You turn around, to be met with the eyes of a stranger. A tall brown-haired stranger, nonetheless.

“Yeah, I just… Yeah.” You trail off. You eye him up and down, he’s cute. You put your hand out to present yourself, your name, the country you came from, and the name of the village you used to live in.

“Wilbur Soot, President of L’Manberg.” He returns with a smile. You barely listen to his words. Too captured by his smile. When…

Oh.

Oh, sky gods.

This is the man.

This beautiful human being of a man is the man.

“You alright there?” He asks as he watches you falter for a moment.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine. More than fine actually.” You tell him.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You smile at him, and he smiles back.

“So, what are you doing here? You are an awful long way from home.”

He starts walking, and you fall in step with him.

“I’m here to see the country. I’ve heard a lot about it.” Leaving out the unsaid, I’ve heard a lot about you. He didn’t need to know yet, just how intriguing you found him.

You follow him down the street as he points a couple of things out, a couple of buildings, a couple of people. You listen and stop to note something down a couple of times, and he waits, patiently. Until he leads you to the local inn.

He holds the door open.

“A drink?”

“Yes please.”

He finds the two of you a booth, and you easily fall into conversation.

He asks you about your hometown, you about his.

He asks about your journey, you ask about the revolution.

You continue this game of ping pong. And the further down your drinks you get, the more personal the conversation gets. The less you note down. Yet, the man himself never falters from being the most interesting thing you’ve ever encountered.

And the night moves along, your conversation following.

You don’t really know when his hand landed on your thigh. Or when your lips met his. But suddenly you’re stumbling into a room together.

His touch setting you on fire, and your touch egging him on.

Your head is spinning as your back hits the bed.

Your notebook is lying tucked away safely in your backpack, staying there all the way into midday when you finally wake up. Disorientated, confused, and hungover.

Sitting there in that bed, you can’t help but remember the words of the girl you met the first night. And you can’t help but agree with her. Wilbur Soot surely is a love machine.

You hear rustling beside you, and you turn your head.

He’s awake.

He’s watching.

He’s watching you.

You lazily smile at him.

And at that moment, there is nowhere else you would rather be.

You had heard about him before, and you wanted to know some more.

People later down the line found your meeting story anywhere from boring to fate. But one thing was sure, you entered L’Manberg with one goal in mind. And never left again.

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genre/s: felix x barista!reader (gender neutral), fluff, angst, coworkers to lovers au, bakery / barista au (feat. baker / bff!minho, (strict) manager!chan, barista!jeongin, and baker!seungmin)

wc: 6.9k 😎

warnings: many mentions of food (specifically sweets such as cupcakes, brownies, cookies, etc.), some swearing, arguing, probably very poor editing oops <3

a/n: this is part of the @districtninewriters “dear skz, with love” event :D THIS IS ALSO THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN AHHH i’m really really proud of it !!! i hope u love it besties !!!!!!!!

it was a frostbitten february evening when you met the boy at the bakery.

you were seated upon the counter, back turned to the deep brown door through which you’d first entered months ago, eager to apply for a barista position. minho sat across from you on the cashier stool. he was always better with the baked goods. you were a great team. the two of you were bored; a familiar feeling that accompanied weeknights at the bakery-cafe. people tended to arrive either in the morning time or late in the afternoon, and very seldom later. plus, your manager trusted the two of you enough to lock up on your own. and so, the two of you would be left to your own devices for a few measly hours a night per week.

“i bet you couldn’t make a batch of sugar biscuits without instructions,” he teased with a snarky grin. he was right. that was more his thing than yours.

so, you retaliated. “i bet you can’t do the same with a mocha frappe. or even simpler: an iced americano.”

“please!”

“oh yeah? step right up, biscuit boy,” you retorted with a giggle, gesturing to the coffee maker that sat beside him. there were multiple in the shop, and truth be told, he had no idea which was used for what types of beverages.

confidently, he grabbed a cup from the stack on the table behind him, striding over to one of the machines. he then took a look at all the knobs and buttons, clearing his throat. you chuckled. with his finger ghosting over one of the buttons, he turned back toward you to check for your reaction. “not even close,” you remarked. he clicked his tongue, turning back toward the coffee maker. “just a hint,” you added, “the first step isn’t coffee.”

he simply looked up, bewildered. he turned back toward you, dropping his hands to his sides and parting his lips into a circular expression of disbelief.

suddenly, the sparkling tone of the door chime behind you caught both of your attention. peculiar. nobody was usually around at that hour. as minho put his cup back on the table, you hopped off the counter, turning toward the front of the store.

in walked one of the most strikingly handsome boys you think you’ve ever seen. if not the most handsome. an angular face; fair, slightly pink-tinted skin decorated with the most endearing assortment of freckles. they were almost reminiscent of the chocolate sprinkles minho used to top off the cupcakes situated inside the glass counter case. his hair was a vanilla blond and long enough to delicately cascade over the side edges of his face. cherry red lips that parted upon his arrival, chocolatey brown eyes staring right back at yours. he was astonishing.

“how can we help you?” minho asked him, stepping forward. he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes seemed to be bugging out of your head. he had to stifle a chuckle or two.

the boy’s eyes lingered on yours for a moment. or maybe you dreamed it that way. regardless, he walked up to the counter, inquisitively placing his hands behind his back and bent over to glance at the contents of the case. “hi! uh…” he seemed sweet, though his voice was much deeper than you’d expected. it was unique. he was unique. and in quite a rush, as well. “...shit,” he cursed under his breath. he seemed to have startled himself with his expression. he looked back up at you, then at minho, a tight-lipped smile and strawberry-pink blush appearing on his face. “sorry,” he said.

minho finally let out a chuckle. “no worries. what’re you looking for?” he was always so good with the customers. smooth yet considerate, witty, yet firm. you always aspired to be a little more like minho when it came to customer service.

“do you have any of the salted caramel cupcakes left? they seem to be gone.”

“ah, we seem to have run out of those. could i interest you in a peanut butter cupcake instead?”

the boy shook his head. “no… she likes caramel.”

she. there was a she.

“may i ask what the occasion is?” minho asked.

“it’s my mom’s birthday, and she’ll be home from work soon... hopefully. i would’ve made my own gift to her but i didn’t have the time…”

“enough said,” your coworker assured him. “does she like chocolate? we have a few salted caramel brownies in the back.”

he almost gasped. “that’s perfect!” he paused. “um… how much is that? i-is it more than the cupcake, or…?”

minho glanced through the glass at the tag beside the brownie tray. “nope. less, actually.”

the boy let out a short sigh of relief. “great. thanks so much.”

“ah, it’s nothing. one sec,” minho said before walking into the kitchen to grab the brownie from the fridge. an awkward silence ensued between you and the boy.

“a name for the order?” you blurted. dumbass, you thought to yourself.

“i’m… the only one in the store…” he replied.

heat rose to your cheeks. “i… um… it’s protocol-”

“felix.” he cut you off before you could embarrass yourself further. he could tell you were nervous.

a unique name as well. of course.

“coming right up, felix,” you murmured, a hint of sarcasm in your voice. both of you chuckled.

minho came back out to the counter holding a small blue box with the cafe logo on top. “you’re all set! that’ll be…” he pressed few buttons into the cash register before continuing. “ten thousand won.”

“perfect.” felix grabbed his wallet out of his coat pocket. he pulled out a few bills from the black leather case, handing them to minho with a small smile. he was excited to surprise his mother, and happy that it wouldn’t cost as much as he’d thought it would. and you found it adorable.

minho took the money, ringing felix up and inserting the bills into the register. he handed felix the box, which made the boy’s face light up even more. it was hard for you to suppress a similar countenance. “i hope she likes it. have a good night!” minho said, closing the register. he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter as felix waved to the both of you and began walking back toward the door.

“thanks so much. you too,” he said, giving minho a small bow.

with his hand on the door, he glanced back at you once more. you smiled. he returned the expression. and just like that, with a brief gust of cold air sweeping through the shop, the boy was gone.

“you, uh… you know we only take names when there’s a line, right?” minho teased as the door shut, the chime letting out what seemed to be a pitied laugh.

you held your hands up to your forehead. “ugh, i know! i’m such an idiot,” you replied, letting your nerves go with a chuckle. he patted you on the shoulder, laughing with you.

in between laughs, he remarked, “he really made you that nervous, huh?”

“you could tell?! oh, great… wonderful!”

the two of you carried on for a moment, making light of the otherwise mortifying exchange. but finally, minho glanced at the clock and asked, “would you mind locking up tonight? i’ve got a date.”

“ooh!” you cooed, taunting him. “a date... who’s the not-so-lucky lady?”

“what joke book did you get that one from, hm? i had no idea you even knew how to read!” you gave him a playful punch in the arm for his sarcastic dig, causing him to giggle. yet, he answered your question, saying, “it’s a girl i met on the train home from school the other night. chaeyoung.” he looked off to the side, seemingly entranced. “she’s really witty and smart… and gorgeous. like... gorgeous.”

“ah, yes… so gorgeous that it causes men to leave their posts… and friends…”

“if i bring you back some takeout, will you quit being an ass?”

you pondered the question for a moment. and, while you’d be bored as hell in his absence, closing up the shop wasn’t much of a hassle on weeknights… and, well, you could always go for a free meal. “...pleasure doing business with you, lee minho.”

“thank you. as with you,” he commented in return. he took off the periwinkle blue, involuntarily worn apron which you’ve both been made to wear, revealing what you hadn’t even noticed was a dressy outfit. well, dressier than usual. he’d opted for a pale blue button-up shirt, tucked into black skinny jeans, all tied together by a chic black belt and a pair of black loafers. not to mention the small silver hoop earrings and matching necklace. you had to admit, he did look dapper.

he quickly strode to the back of the kitchen at which there resided a small storage room where you and the other employees usually dropped off your belongings. he grabbed his backpack and put on his long black coat, quickly making his way back up to the counter and walking around to the front of the store. “catch you tomorrow! thanks again.”

“takeout! don’t forget!”

“i couldn’t even if i tried,” he retorted, opening the door. the two of you waved to each other before he took his leave.

moments later, the door opened once again. you figured minho must’ve forgotten something. looking up, you began to ask, “what’d you forget this ti-”

it wasn’t minho.

it was felix.

he paused in his footing, little blue box still in hand. you jumped just a little. he noticed. “s-sorry… i just, um…” he looked off to the side. “i guess this is a bit of a long shot... considering the two of you seem to be more than enough staff… but…” he paused again, taking a moment to straighten his posture and scratch the back of his head. “is there any chance you might be hiring… any time soon?”

the answer was no. undoubtedly. he was right in thinking that you, minho, and the other employees were perfectly capable of handling the cafe. though some mornings and weekends were a bit tight, the team made it work. if this was anybody else, you could’ve easily said no.

yet, he persisted. “i can bake! i like to think i’ve been getting better at it… and i can clean as well.”

you couldn’t turn him down. you simply couldn’t. not with those kind eyes locking themselves with yours, the enthusiasm in his deep voice, or the hastening beat of your heart. “i’ll talk to my manager!” you affirmed. you smiled, causing a similar reaction out of him. an idea popped into your mind. if only for a moment, you thought it was the best you’d ever had. your eyes averted themselves to the pale yellow note pad and ballpoint pen on the counter, used to take orders from seated customers. “here,” you said, reaching for the pen and paper and handing it to felix. “if you’ll give me your number, i can text you with any updates.”

he walked back up to the counter for the second time that night, taking his number down on the pad. as you watched him intently, eyes fixated on his concentrated face, you silently praised yourself for being so brave. especially after the whole name debacle. your heart was at its wits’ end. “there,” he said, placing the pen down on the counter and sliding the notepad back to you. “i really appreciate it.” he sounded so genuine. he flashed you another smile. he had such a grand, bright, toothy smile. it would stay in your memory for days, weeks, even months to come. you can still recall it now.

“it’s no problem,” you responded. “...i really hope your mom likes the brownie.”

“thanks. i’m sure she will.” he turned to walk toward the door. you almost turned away as well, excited to examine the style with which he’d written on the pad, until he spun back around once more. “oh! one more thing… can i get your name as well?”

the question came as a bit of a surprise. you nodded to him, letting out a short giggle. “y/n.”

he grinned again. it was smaller that time; a bit more subdued. effortfully so. “ah. well…” he began walking backward, eyes connected with yours as he headed toward the door. “goodnight, y/n.”

“goodnight, felix.”

and thus, your pursuit for a job offering began.

your manager, chan, was reluctant to accept your proposal for him to give felix an interview. however, you made note of how eager he’d seemed that night and the skills he’d mentioned having. you also mentioned how he’d been so enthused to find out the price of his order. and so, after a couple days’ worth of mulling it over, chan finally gave in.

you weren’t supposed to be at the cafe when felix was being interviewed. however, your saturday afternoon shift had just ended, and the place was essentially empty. well… apart from you, chan, felix, and then jeongin, who wandered in from the storage room to find you eavesdropping from behind the wall separating the kitchen and the dining area.

“y/n?” he asked. “what are you-”

you inaudibly shushed him, motioning for him to come closer and hide with you. he did so.

“chan’s interviewing someone,” you whispered to the boy.

“ah…” he responded, his tone hushed. “so why are we hiding?”

“because we’re not supposed to be listening.”

“so why are we doing it?”

“because i want to know how it’s going.”

“so why can’t you just-”

you shushed him again. he obliged, covering his mouth with his hand.

from the other side of the wall, chan asked, “so felix, do you have a resume?”

“uh…” felix stammered. you could hear the nerves in his voice.

“let me put it this way,” chan offered instead. “do you have any prior working experience? at another cafe, another store, a completely different place...?”

“oh! yes. i’ve bagged groceries at the supermarket on third street for the last few months. that’s where my mom works. but i’d much rather work here, if i’m honest...”

“ah. okay.” chan nodded, jotting down some notes in his notebook. “so y/n told me you could clean...”

before chan could finish, felix proudly exclaimed, “i can! i do a lot of cleaning at home.”

“perfect.”

the interview went on for a few more minutes. jeongin let out a few silent chuckles every once in a while, mocking your state of concentration. but who could blame you? you just wanted to make sure felix got the position. he seemed to need it.

you totally weren’t in it for his smile… the freckles… the adorable creases that formed at the edges of his eyes when he grinned with that sweet, genuine, toothy grin of his… no, not at all…

nevertheless, he got the job.

“i love this apron,” felix had said to you on his first day. he was quite fond of your uniform. everyone else in the shop hated them; what, with the pale blue color, white pinstripe pattern, and the ‘one-size-fits-all’ design. yet, in every sense of the phrase, it fit felix perfectly.

“i’m glad someone does,” you replied. he laughed.

“when i got the cleaning job, i wasn’t sure i’d get to wear one. but i’m happy i do.” he smiled at you, his pearlescent teeth on full display and face aglow with joy.

after about a week of training, felix became a natural at his job. though it wasn’t much, he took great pride in his work and enjoyed taking any opportunity he saw to do a little extra sweeping, some more dish washing, and even some dusting here and there.

he also fit right into the employee dynamic. every once in a while, you’d find him playing hand games with jeongin. or, sometimes, minho would discuss baking with him, as he often noted his affinity for it.

“have you ever tried using oats in your chocolate chip cookies?” felix asked. it was monday night. and, as per usual, the shop was devoid of customers.

minho looked puzzled. “oats?”

“yeah. it adds a little nuttiness. it’s really, really good.”

“huh… i’ll have to try it out sometime. i like to add a bit of coffee grounds to the flour when i make mine.” then, he leaned in to whisper, “don’t tell chan, though.�� felix let out a nervous giggle.

“don’t worry,” you said to him. “minho’s only kidding. i’d never let him touch my coffee grounds.” this made all three of you laugh.

after the laughter died down, felix looked at the clock. it was four in the afternoon. “well, my shift is over,” he said. you were disappointed. hanging out with felix had become a bit of a highlight for you. he always carried himself so kindly. he had a bubbly soul, and a pure twinkle took residence in his eye whenever he smiled. you couldn’t help but feel light and airy while around him.

“hey, i’ve been meaning to ask,” minho started to felix. “do you bike here?”

the other boy was confused. “no. why?”

“oh… then, do you walk?”

“yeah. it’s only a few blocks,” felix responded, shrugging.

“do you need a ride?”

felix paused to think. “don’t you need to stay here? to lock up and everything…”

“i’ll come right back.”

you chimed in, suggesting, “i can close tonight.”

“you sure?” minho asked you. “i don’t have any food to bribe you with this time.” you both chuckled.

“it’s fine by me,” you said.

minho thanked you, stating once again that he owed you. the amount of times you’d done this for him was countless. but you never seemed to mind. and so, off they went. you were glad felix had integrated into the friend group so well. you supposed that he was just that loveable.

when it finally came time for you to close up shop having not received any other customers for the night, you waltzed into the storage room to grab your things. however, you noticed something strange sitting atop one of the shelves that hadn’t been there that morning.

an envelope. with your name on it. and a tupperware container filled with a single slice of what looked like chocolate cake.

your heart flinched. you were shocked. flustered, flushed. confused… but endeared. you hesitated. shakily, you tore open the cream-colored envelope’s seal, careful not to rip too much. you wanted to preserve its crisp smoothness.

“y/n,” the note said...

“a gift to you,

a chocolatey treat,

a token of thanks

for being so sweet.

~ me”

your heart fluttered. you ran to the kitchen, opening the container and grabbing a freshly-cleaned fork from the metal sink. you dried it off on your apron before excitedly digging into the dessert. it was more of a brownie than a cake, you realized, with melted chocolate chunks stuffed inside. it tasted amazing.

you began wondering who this mystery gifter could’ve been. it couldn’t have been minho… it simply couldn’t have. the two of you were much too close. and he was always more confident than anybody you’d met. if he liked you, you would have already known. besides, things seemed to be going well with him and chaeyoung. no… this had to be someone else. jeongin, perhaps. he did always made such high praises about your cappuccino-crafting abilities. you looked to your left and right, peering around the kitchen for signs of life. but alas, you were all alone in the cafe.

then it hit you.

of course...

felix.

you recalled the first time you met. when you had him jot his number down on the piece of paper. you remembered his handwriting; the way some characters curled on the ends, the rounded shape of his letter e, the squiggly line he used before he signed his name… it was felix. it had to be.

and you were ecstatic.

the next day, you entered the shop to find a full house. it was a saturday morning, after all. you enjoyed the breakfast rush, mainly because you got the chance to show off your coffee-making skills. you made your way to the kitchen, greeting jeongin at the counter on your way in. you said hello to minho and seungmin as well, who were busy stand-mixing and hand-folding various types of batter. they were a great team, especially on mornings like those. though they tended to bicker about ingredients and proportions, the sweet treats they’d concoct always turned out excellently.

finally, felix emerged from the storage area, duster in hand. when he saw you, however, he froze. with his eyes wide and cheeks beginning to flush, he greeted you. “h-hi, y/n… good morning!”

you let out a bit of a giggle. does he know that i know? you asked yourself. granted, the mysterious gift giver signed off as ‘me,’ so you couldn’t say you were positive… but this reaction told you otherwise. “morning!”

he nodded, smiling nervously. he gestured to the storage room. “the shelves in there are all dusted now.”

“great! i think i’ll… um…” you pointed to the room, slipping past him to stash away your belongings and put on your apron.

“yep! you… do that…” he muttered as you walked away.

however, when you walked in, you found something peculiar displayed upon the shelf.

another envelope. and another container.

you turned back toward the door to find felix peeking in. you chuckled. “so it was you!”

he stepped to the side, coming into full view. “how’d you know?” he asked.

“i just… had a feeling.” you grinned.

he paused, a tight-lipped smile spread across his face. “well, open it.”

you placed your coat and bag on one of the shelves below. you then opened up the envelope just like you had the previous night: meticulously, yet enthralled. it read,

“another dessert

for a person so sweet

will you honor me kindly,

and go out with me?

YES / NO

~ me”

once you looked back up at him, felix commented, “you were supposed to circle one…” he then began rambling. “i thought you didn’t come in until later. you don’t have to say anything right now, or at all, and-”

though you thought it adorable, you cut off his nervous prattle, stating, “yes.”

his eyes grew even wider, his strawberry tinted lips forming a circular shape. “you mean…”

“i’ll go out with you, felix,” you confirmed.

his face lit up. and yours did, too.

thus, one date became two, two became four…

by the end of february, you were officially a couple.

you were a perfect match. each of you complimented each other so well, rivaling the bittersweetness of a good cappuccino when paired with a light and fluffy slice of cake. like minho, felix’s baking abilities and knowledge never ceased to amaze you. you explained the ins and outs of coffee brewing while he told you all about how he bakes his tasty treats. he even showed you some of the recipes his mom handed down to him from generations past.

his mom sounded so wonderful… yet, a part of you felt so sorry for her. felix’s dad left when he was young, and she’s always had to fend for herself and her son all on her own. however, when she was let go from her office position the previous year, things began to spiral. she took up two jobs: one at the local grocery store and another waitressing at a restaurant in the next town. she was always so busy. but felix understood. he tried helping out, especially by working at the supermarket with her that fall. nothing seemed to get any better.

that is, until he landed his job at the cafe.

felix constantly thanked you for helping him out. chan paid him a considerable amount more than what he’d received at the supermarket, which helped him and his mother out greatly. anything would. aside from telling how lovely, smart, witty, and gorgeous you were, felix’s mission in life was to remind you how you’d saved it.

one monday, you entered the storage room on your break to find a sight all too familiar. a handwritten note and small sliver of baked loveliness, all wrapped up in a metaphorical bow of allure and intrigue. nevertheless, however, you were still just as giddy as the first time you’d received one of felix’s treats. suddenly, you felt a finger graze along your shoulder, moving your hair to the side as an arm wrapped itself around your waist. two warm, pillowy lips made contact with your cheek, gently pecking the skin. felix.

you let out a giggle. “is this for me?” you asked, facetiously.

“of course,” he muttered beside your ear, his tone low, entrancing, and chill-inducing. he kissed your cheek again, holding you close and swaying you from side to side. “it’s another brownie. try it,” he suggested as his chin settled upon your shoulder.

you did as he said, biting into the small slice of fudgy goodness. to your surprise, chunks of melted caramel oozed out of the dessert, cutting through the rich chocolatiness of the brownie with a tangy edge. you hummed in satisfaction. “a salted caramel brownie,” you noted, swallowing your bite.

he chuckled. “i figured i’d finally try it out, maybe give some to my mom… do you like it?”

you placed the sweet back into its container and turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. you smiled. “i love it, lix. thank you.”

he grinned back at you. pulling you closer by the waist, he sealed the space between his lips and yours with a kiss. his lips were always even softer and more captivating than the texture of his confections. sweeter, too.

after his lips left yours, he gazed into your eyes, holding you close. “open the note, love.”

you excitedly spun back around, doing as instructed. opening the crisp white envelope seal and pulling out the folded sheet of paper, you read its contents.

“a caramel kiss

for you, my love.

i can’t give you the world.

but i hope i’m enough.

~ felix”

you paused. you were puzzled. visibly so, you figured, since when you turned around the look on felix’s face shifted.

he took your hand in his, rubbing small circles into the skin with his thumb. he kept his head down as he spoke. “i wish i could do more. i wish i could take you out to nice places, bake you batches of your favorite sweets, get you real gifts…”

a sharp pain struck your heart. “lix…” you murmured. “i don’t need any of those things. and as far as i’m concerned, these are ‘real gifts.’ they come from your heart. that’s as real as it gets.”

“i know, love, but…”

you placed a hand on his cheek, guiding him to look back up at you. “you don’t even have to do this stuff for me. i know that you care.”

he gave you a forced, shy smile. “okay. i’m glad.” he placed his own hand on top of yours, warm fingertips pressing gently against your skin.

“felix! y/n!” chan called from the kitchen. it was saturday night, and the last of the day’s customers were taking their leave. you were standing by the coffee-makers, in the middle of telling felix about the time you’d bested jeongin in a macchiato-making contest during a breakfast rush.

both of you turned toward the kitchen door, concerned. chan poked his head out. “can you come here a minute?” he looked serious. something was wrong.

nevertheless, the two of you obliged. holding hands, you made your way to the kitchen, led by chan to the cooling racks. “what’s up?” you asked.

chan cleared his throat before shoving his hands into his pockets. “i have reason to believe that one of you, or both, has violated protocol.”

you quickly grew confused. felix’s hand tightened around yours. you glanced at him, noticing how his face flushed pale. “uh…” he stammered.

“early this morning, seungmin pointed out that we’re low on cocoa powder. now, that’s odd, especially considering we had three cans of it yesterday. now we only have two.” you both nodded at him, following along. “...so i took a look at the camera footage.”

felix let go of your hand. “c-cameras?” he stuttered. you were even more confused.

“yeah. the cameras,” chan confirmed, looking felix dead in the eye. “i watched the footage from yesterday. and the day before.”

felix gulped. “you… you did….”

“what the hell is going on?” you asked.

chan let out a bit of a sigh. “y/n. were you aware that felix has been taking ingredients from the kitchen?”

your heart dropped.

you glanced at your boyfriend. he glanced back at you. he then bit his bottom lip, averting his eyes down to the floor. you looked back at chan, calmly answering, “no… i had no idea.”

“is that true?” chan asked.

“yes.” you then turned to felix, face ablaze. “it’s true.”

“then in that case, you can go for the night. i’d like to talk to felix. alone.”

after one last unreciprocated look at your boyfriend, you quickly rummaged through the storage room, collected your things, and left. you stood outside of the cafe, waiting for whatever might happen next. your stomach was doing flips. you couldn’t possibly believe what you’d heard.

minutes elapsed. it felt more like hours. all you could think to do was lean up against a lamp post and watch the gloomy clouds shift overhead. the sun was close to being fully set, casting a deep purple tint over the whole street landscape. and it looked as though it was about to rain.

after what felt like an exorbitantly long time, felix emerged from the shop. the door closed behind him as he bolted down the steps and onto the pavement, that familiar chime sending a chill through you. it sounded almost eerie that night. out of place. taunting.

“lix,” you called. you walked behind him, despite his quickening pace. but he wouldn’t stop or slow down. “lix,” you exclaimed again. no answer. finally, you grabbed his arm, realizing his apron was gone, and shouted, “felix! slow down.”

he scoffed, stopping dead in his tracks. “he fired me.”

you stared at him, blankly. once again, you couldn’t believe it.

“i tried to do something nice, and he fired me.”

“do you think it makes me feel any better?” you asked. “you getting yourself fired so you could make me little brownie experiments?” you paused, taking a deep breath. you were outraged. more so with yourself. you should’ve asked how he was finding the time or the resources to be doing what he was doing. you should’ve known. “i thought you needed this job. when were you gonna tell me you were a thief?”

“a thief?!” felix’s eyes seemed to be bulging out of his head. he was surprised at your verbiage. he’d never seen you upset like this. “y/n, i’m not a thief.” you rolled your eyes. his cheeks flushed crimson. a prickling sensation began around his eyes. a stinging, almost. tears. he looked down at his sneakers. tattered white converse. the same ones he wore every day to work. the same ones on which he’d splattered a few droplets of brownie batter during his latest attempt at making you a gift. now, it just looked like a stain of mud. “i didn’t just take cocoa powder. i took eggs… some milk… a couple cups of flour here and there… my mom got demoted at the restaurant. she works the bar now. she thinks i asked for the stuff. so yeah, i did need this job! i do need it. i just fucked up...” under his breath, trying not to give into the tears that prodded at his eyes, he remarked, “‘little brownie experiments’... that’s all they ever were to you? little brownie experiments...”

you realized what you’d said. of course that’s not all they were to you. they were everything to you. but that isn’t what you’d said. “lix… i-”

“you know what, you’re right,” he muttered, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes rapidly blinking to avoid the inevitable. “they probably weren’t even all that good.”

you took a step closer to him. a drop of water fell onto your shoulder from above. “no.. no, that’s not what i-”

but, as quickly as you approached him, he stepped back. he locked eyes with you once again. his eyes were glossy; tainted with the aftereffects of a broken heart. suddenly, a steady stream of drizzling rain began to fall from the night sky above you. felix’s lip quivered. yet, with a furrowing brow, he continued. “you know what, maybe this was all a mistake.” his voice cracked a bit; frayed at the edges. “maybe i should’ve gotten a different job. at a place that would pay me enough to be able to buy my own shit and pay my mom’s bills.” the rain fell harder now, coating his hair and dragging it down over his face. you didn’t even feel it as it completely drenched you as well.

seeing him like this affected you just as much as your words did him. guilt. the panging, crushing weight of guilt laid heavily upon your heart. “felix…” you whimpered, tears of your own beginning to cloud your line of sight. though, you could still see clear enough to watch him shake his head, turning around and beginning his ascent up the avenue. clear as ever. even despite the pitter-patter of evening gloom.

sopping wet, you marched back into the shop. you ripped off your apron, throwing it down upon the counter. you then walked back behind it to start preparing to close up for the night. all you wanted was to go home.

that is, until you spotted an envelope tucked beside the cappuccino maker.

a creamy white envelope, with your name and a heart inscribed on the back. and a tupperware container. a single teardrop descended from the corner of your eye, resembling the droplets of rain that covered your form. you carefully took hold of the envelope. you gently tore it open, making sure not to rip it, just like you’d done the very first and subsequent times.

“another present

for my love;

my dear y/n,

sent from above.

~ felix”

a drop of rain fell from your hair onto the page, dampening his name. the black ink began to run, the letters seeping into each other.

you could no longer control your tears. you took a seat on the floor, back resting against a leg of the table upon which the coffee makers stood. the metal was cold. but you paid it no mind. with your head on your knees, legs bent and arms wrapped around them, you cried. audibly. you couldn’t believe how you’d spoken to him. you should’ve known that he didn’t have the money to bake you these little presents on his own. you should’ve realized from the moment he confirmed it was him. at least, that’s what you thought to yourself as the tears expelled themselves from your system.

he just wanted to make you something special. yes, he broke the rules. yes, he stole from the cafe. and yes, he knew it was wrong. but he just wanted to make you something special. it was the only way he believed he could. and you wish you’d seen that. not just so you could’ve prevented it, but also so you could’ve appreciated it even more. so you could’ve seen that not only was he working overtime to make you something you might enjoy, but that he was risking his job for you and his mother. it wasn’t a perfect gesture - not by a long shot. but he meant well. he always did. and you didn’t even give him the chance to explain.

you loved him.

after a few moments of solitude, you regained your breath. you sniffled, looking down at the note. you then stood back up, taking hold of the container. its contents looked delicious. but you couldn’t consume it. not even if you’d been hungry. so, you dumped it into the trashcan beside the table. and, with a deep, shaky breath, you ripped up the letter and envelope into tiny pieces. it was a bittersweet feeling, letting go. but you had to do it. and so, home you went.

a week passed. things never really changed at the cafe once felix left. weeknights were still as slow as ever. maybe even slower. you missed him.

minho emerged from the kitchen one evening to find you wiping down the cappuccino maker with a coffee-stained rag. it was the third time you’d done it that day. twice more than you were getting paid for. and of course he noticed. “how’re you holding up?” he asked.

you barely glanced up at him, busy rubbing the same spot on the metal machine over and over. this stupid stain just wouldn’t budge. each time you’d gone over it that day, you couldn’t seem to make it go away. it plagued your mind, infiltrating your subconscious when you least expected it until you finally decided to go back to it for the second time, then the third. it was a real mood killer. though your mood hadn’t been very lively when the day began, either. “‘m fine,” you replied through gritted teeth, brows angled inward as your focus remained on the task at hand.

“are you?” he questioned, playfully. he leaned on the counter behind you, crossing his arms and watching you scrub. “you’ve been going at it with that thing for hours now. what’d it ever do to y-”

“i’m fine!” you interjected. you then paused, both in speech and action. suddenly, you were aware of how fast you’d been rubbing the machine. as well as how loud your voice had raised itself. you turned around. “...sorry.”

he gave a pitied smile, crossing his arms. “it’s ok. i’m fine,” he replied, mimicking you. it made you chuckle. he was glad it did. “is, uh… is this a bad time to ask you to lock up? i’ve got a.. uh…”

“a date?” you supposed, unfeeling.

he cleared his throat, glancing between you, the clock above you, and his shoes. “yeah,” he confirmed. “with chaeyoung. would you mind?”

“not at all.”

“you sure?” you nodded. “alright… i owe you one… or ten...” he joked, untying his apron.

“no you don’t,” you murmured, eyes drifting to the side. you almost turned back around, heart set on getting to that stain, until you felt his hand on your arm. you glanced at each other for a moment. he looked sad. sorry. he pitied you. and you hated it. yet, as he took you in his arms, wrapping you into a tight, benevolent hug, you became a little less tense. a little less angry. you hugged him back, burying your face into his shoulder. this was the first time you’d ever engaged in such a gesture with your coworker. sure, you were friends. and sure, you’d talked about some deep stuff on nights like these with nothing better to do. but this was different. meaningful. sweet.

after a moment, minho remarked, “you know i miss him too, right?” he sounded mockingly peeved. “he was your boyfriend but he was my friend.”

you looked up at him, confused. “you’re not still friends?”

he chuckled. “no! he’s avoiding me the same way he’s avoiding you.”

laughing with him, you responded, “shit… i’m sorry, minho.”

“you have nothing to apologize for.” he let go of you, hands remaining on your sides for a moment. “you both messed up. it’s not all your fault.” you nodded to him, a reluctant, close-lipped smile upon your face. he glanced up at the clock again before pulling his apron off. “i’ve gotta go. thanks again for locking up, y/n.” he walked past the counter to the front of the store. “i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” he added, pointing at you while striding backwards toward the door.

“see you tomorrow,” you replied, waving to him. “have fun.” you still sounded a bit bitter. you couldn’t help it.

“thanks,” he said. the chimes twinkled as the door closed. it haunted you.

and with that, he was gone. nothing but you, your rag, and that unnerving coffee stain for another half-hour’s time.

you heard the opening and closing of the door behind you once again. with a sigh, not even bothering to turn around, you blurted, “we’re about to lock up for the night.”

no response. odd. maybe they didn’t hear you. you tried again, raising your voice a bit but continuing your attempts to clear up the stain all the while. “i apologize, but we’re closed for the night-”

“one salted caramel brownie, please.”

a familiar voice. a familiar, low-toned, nostalgia-inducing voice. the voice that, at one time, softened for you… close enough to your ear to make your stomach tie itself in knots. the voice that made you giggle, the voice that called you “love”... the voice that cracked when faced with the realization that it was never to be heard by you again. you spun around.

a familiar face, too.

felix.

his eyes gazed into yours. somber, silent.

“y-you...”

“hey.”

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m-y-fandoms · 4 years ago

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COMMISSION: Joker/Akira/Ren x Reader Part 1

Thank you to the client for commissioning me! This is gonna be a long one! I love Joker and Persona 5 is my second favorite fandom after Danganronpa! Exctied to be working on this.

Around 2.6k words, SFW, SLOW BURN romance friends to lovers, gender neutral reader, anyone can enjoy it and place themselves as the reader! - Admin Myah

Shujin Academy could be silent as the grave in the earliest hours of the morning, and yet seem so deafening. It was almost guaranteed that at least thirty new rumors were spreading throughout the student body at any given time, and the overwhelmingly hostile environment that created made the air heavy. With all the teenage angst, hormones, hatred, circles of venomous malice, it was no wonder so many loners could be spotted on academy grounds. That’s just how it was at Shujin: you either had a clique, or you had no one. It was no surprise, then, that you simply kept your head down, minded your business, and got to know no one. Miraculously, though, gossip abound about you still, at least two or three preposterous examples of hearsay and stories. But hey, what could you do? That was in all actuality, pretty low for a single Shujin student. God help the students who actually did make their opinions known, express themselves through clothing and cosmetics, and dared to swim against the current.

You shuffled through the first floor, the absolute blandness of that April morning perpetuating your usual routine: arrive at Shujin, check your locker, scribble down any notes and ideas that came to you in your dreams last night to put into your next short story, and of course check for new posts in the group chat, where your only friends resided. You wouldn’t be caught dead associating with anyone here at the school, it would simply be mental and social suicide, and quite frankly, you didn’t have the constitution for that.

Peeking up for a split second to avoid any collisions, you quickly slid to the left and ducked into a nearby alcove, successfully escaping the gaze of the oncoming wall of muscle and testosterone that was Coach Kamoshida, the plague of Shujin Academy. It was the best case scenario that Kamoshida remained ignorant to one’s very existence, for even those on his good side suffered the consequences. He strode by, shoulders wide and chest puffed out, scanning the halls for girls to harass or boys to intimidate, and once the coast was clear and he was a safe distance away, his back facing you, you dipped back out of the rather dusty corridor and back into the light, immediately slipping back into an almost mechanical daily ritual. It took mere seconds: phone screen unlocked, group chat opened, notebook slipped snuggly back under armpit.

“C’mon, man!” An obnoxiously loud voice rang out above the typical tinnitus-like buzz of the hallway, and suddenly your shoulder was thrust forward, body flying to the ground with a forceful shove on the shoulder.

“Aaagh!” Your voice cracked as your knees buckled and you collided roughly with the wooden panels below, your smartphone soaring out of your grip and clinking against the floor. Thank goodness your notebook was safe, at the very least. People gasped and turned to look at the spectacle, including Kamoshida himself, who’d just reached the end of the hall.

“Sakamoto! I see you running in the halls again, I’ll write you up!” He just always had to say something, let the general student body know he was in charge. He cared far more about sounding rough and tough than making sure the student who was just steam-rolled was uninjured. He pointed directly at you and the student that had just dashed by, effectively pummeling you to the ground with a shoulder check. You looked up and just ahead of you, Ryuji Sakamoto was pivoting on one foot, ignoring Kamoshida’s threat entirely to catch his breath and look down at his victim, splayed across the floor.

Ryuji Sakamoto, now that was one of those students mentioned earlier, the kind that dyed his hair, customized his uniform, and didn’t take shit from anyone. He was a pariah, pretty much the opposite of the teacher’s pet… teacher’s pest more like. Sakamoto was the subject of many falsehoods and conjectures, and he was sure to be trouble for anyone associated…

You looked him up and down, halting your unflattering and socially-altered thoughts in their tracks. Didn’t wanna become the very thing you hated. There was no reason to judge Ryuji without first-hand proof.

“Woah! My bad, sorry dude!” He held up one hand submissively, but unfortunately, just as with Kamoshida, it seemed that you were not his main concern either. Huffing and puffing from the sprint, he looked past you to another male student who was hot on his trail, but this one looked… different.

You’d gone to Shujin Academy for all of your high-school career. It was your third and final year before graduation, and you knew of Sakamoto well enough, but this kid was a mystery… was he new here? He must’ve been. You knew at least the face of every student here in some way or another just through Shujin’s own little eternal game of telephone, and not by any choice of your own. You actively removed yourself from the local goings-on. Was it his first day here, you wondered. Why hadn’t you heard gossip about him yet, especially looking the way he did?

Beauty was a curse - much like any other feature that stood out - at Shujin Academy. If you were too pretty or handsome, you must be sexually promiscuous. On the other hand, if you were too ugly, too nerdy, too quiet, you probably picked your nose and read hentai on the train. There was no winning in this soul-crushing wasteland. Unfortunately for this new-comer, he was outrageously gorgeous.

“Gah, sorry about that…” he sighed, slowing his pace as he passed you by, plucking your phone up from the ground and offering you his hand. You took it and stood with his help. A quick tug and you were to your feet, dusting off your uniform and thanking him for his assistance. “Yeah, no problem… Ryuji’s just… a bit eager I suppose” he chuckled. “Luckily, no cracks!” He turned your phone around in his hand before placing it back into yours.

“Isn’t that the transfer student??? I heard he nearly killed a man!” One random NPC-esque shithead whispered from behind.

“Oh God, figures that freak would gravitate to the new freak…” another responded.

Ah… and there it was. Why did fate hate you so much that it chose you as Sakamoto’s door mat on this day? You truly must have been fortune’s fool.

“Yeah, good thing…” You eyed the boy before you, taking in what you could of the new student before the short exchange was over, from his face to the delicate yet thick veins protruding from his lithe hands.

He was tall and thin, and would even be considered lanky if not for the lean muscle that lined his frame. He seemed to be better off than the average teen, sporting almost no blemishes or imperfections on his smooth skin. A black, messy mop of hair that looked soft to the touch sat upon his head, falling into his eyes and over the dark frames of his distinct spectacles. These spectacles did nothing to hide the true elegance that gleamed in the eyes behind them. They were a muted, soft grey that was beautifully simple and clean. His uniform was neat and tidy - as opposed to his blonde and brash acquaintance’s - with his pristine white turtleneck gently blanketing a quite prominent Adam’s apple and his school jacket buttoned and ironed perfectly. Lower down, his plaid slacks concealed thighs that strained against the fabric and long legs that ran down into some very - yet again - flawless dress shoes. Yep, that was a brand new uniform, sure enough.

And a brand new student… he just might make a good subject, a new inspiration for your writing, an aura unmarred by the stain this place put on one’s soul. Your opinion of him was fresh, it was new, unaltered, unbiased, and he really was quite beautiful… your mind played with the thought.

“Ah… sorry about this,” he spoke, taking in the whispers all around you, “I probably just ruined your reputation, what with being seen with me an’ all,” he sighed and laughed breathily, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He must’ve been keen to the ways of Shujin already, which was super sad in its own right. “I’m Akira by the way,” he held out a hand, and you shook it hesitantly.

“Eh, doesn’t really bother me. It’s (Y/N), nice to meet you. Sorry you’re feeling the Shujin warm welcome.” That first part was only partly true, but the last half was genuine.

“Anyway…” his voice shook you back out of your contemplative reverie, and you came back to reality to find him also looking you over. Oh right… you were new to him as well… “I gotta go, Ryuji is kind of impatient, I’ve found.”

“Hey! Am not!” Ryuji retorted, brows furrowing before he ran off. Akira’s eyes rolled playfully, before he smiled, waved, and sped off.

You nodded, and quickly pulled out your phone, rushing to the glass doors leading to the courtyard. Anything to get out of the spotlight and harsh crowd of stares, plus, you had a sparkling new idea filling up your cranium, and artistic inspiration could not be wasted. Finding one of the benches placed for student recreation, you set down your school bag and impatiently scrambled for your favorite pen, throwing open your notebook.

“Oh, shoot!” You’d gotten ahead of yourself in all the excitement. Placing the moleskin down, you picked up your phone, hands trembling just a bit, and messaged you friends before anything else. They just had to hear about this.

＊

(Y/N) 9:55 am: Guys guys guys!!!

Itsuki 9:56 am: What do you want?

Rin 9:56 am: ???

Megumi 9:57 am: Shouldn’t you be in class?

(Y/N) 9:57 am: Shut up I have a free period just listen

You know how I’ve been having writer’s block?

Rin 9:58 am: Ya

(Y/N) 9:58 am: Well I just met this new kid, and ideas just started FLOWING.

Itsuki 9:59 am: Yeah

Megumi 9:59 am: Yeah we remember nerd

Oh that’s great!

Wait what do you mean?

New kid?

Only we can have you 😭 Don’ go switching up on us. Shujin is

toxic anyway.

(Y/N) 10:01 am: No no no It’s not like we’re friends, I just met him is all

You know you’re my one and only bby 😘

Itsuki 10:01 am: New kid???

Megumi 10:01 am: 😎

Itsuki 10:02 am: Gross

Also what about me!!!!

Rin 10:02 am: Me too 😡😡😡

(Y/N) 10:03 am: You two know you’re included in that???? 🤔🙄

Anyway just listen

I think he may be good inspo for my main character!!!

I was stuck looking for a unique look or face claim or something

But he seems nice enough and he’s good looking!

Itsuki 10:05 am: You got a crush? Awww I’m telling 😏😏😏😏

(Y/N) 10:05 am: I swear it’s like we haven’t been friends for years…

You know me, PLEASE don’t be gross

Writing purposes ONLY

Megumi 10:06 am: I thought you were stuck on the CONTENT, not characters and shit

(Y/N) 10:06 am: Both!!!! But he’s perfect for the look of my protag

Itsuki 10:06 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Megumi 10:07 am: Well I’m happy for you

STOP

Itsuki 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

Rin 10:07 am: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏😏

(Y/N) 10:08 am: I can see this conversation isn’t going to be productive

LMAO you’re assholes

＊

You tucked your phone into your pocket and once again picked up your notebook. Scrawling down some of the details you knew about Akria: his looks, the sound of his voice, the way he carried himself, you quickly became aware that you knew far too little… or rather

You wanted to know more.

Standing, you packed your things and set out to find him again…

Not in the creepy way! You thought to yourself, trying to justify this uncharacteristic choice of yours to actually reach out to someone in real life, to maybe… try to make… friends? You stood there, brows furrowed and a small frown on your face, pondering your options.

“Oh well, all artists must suffer for their work!” You resolved a little too promptly to try to force another encounter with the new kid. He seemed to be special, unique. He seemed to be well aware of the social hierarchy of Shujin, and have a distaste of it at least. Maybe he wouldn’t be… so bad?

Making up your mind, you spent your free period not writing of romance and rebellious characters, but searching for that fluffy-headed newfound hero to your story, however ghoulish and greasy that made you appear. You truly were becoming that “reads-hentai-on-the-train” and stalks cute boys freak your peers thought people like you were, weren’t you?

To your surprise (though maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising with the volume of Sakamoto’s voice) you soon found the gaggle of second-years, model-status beauty Ann Takamaki now added to their number, standing next to the stairs on the third floor, looking quite conspicuous to boot. Noting the suspicious air around the three, you pulled back, hiding behind the corner leading down the next hall. They seemed on edge... maybe now wasn’t the best time to make friends…?

You felt something thump in your chest. Your shoulders sank subconsciously. It felt a little disappointing, disheartening in a way you couldn’t explain. It was a bit intimidating: Ryuji the loudmouth with a temper, the hottest girl in the school, and the cute new kid. You sighed, this was why you never tried to make friends in the first place. Why had you even gotten your hopes up?

These irrational feelings of self-doubt clouded your heart, your head knowing better of course. It was hard to fight thoughts like these, especially for someone like you. On the precipice of making up your mind, deciding to give up and scrap the new novel idea altogether, you were jolted to attention by the sound of shoes scuffling and scrambling up the stairs.

Students aren’t really allowed on the rooftop during school hours unless accompanied by a teacher or given express permission, your thoughts swarmed. Maybe they didn’t know? No, there’s no way. There’s a possibility Akira didn’t know, but Ann and Ryuji had been here for two years... What were they up to?

Your nosiness was regrettably getting the better of you, and you slithered over, careful to pad your steps and tread softly. You didn’t even know what you’d do once you’d cornered the trio on the roof, didn’t know what you’d say. What was there to say? You were never too good with words, that is those not written on paper. Your heart beating out of your chest, you climbed the narrow stairwell and threw open the doors to the roof.

“Huh?” You looked around, dumbfounded. “Hello?” The rooftop area was not that large, all parts of it visible from the door.

There was no one to be found.

“What the hell?” You step forward, thinking you must have been the subject of some prank, but no, upon looking around, all three students were gone without a trace. No school bags, no lunch boxes, no uniform pieces, nothing. Akira, Ryuji, and Ann, all vanished into thin air. There were no hiding spots, none big enough for three people at least. It was dead silent, and only the door you currently guarded provided an exit off of the roof. Your mind wanted to wander to darker places, but if they’d have jumped, there surely would’ve been a commotion either during or shortly after. Frantically, you looked around, feeling like you were going crazy.

“What the fuck?” You pressed the palm of one hand to your forehead, sitting on the ground and crossing your legs.

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mandoalorian · 4 years ago

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hey rach! sooo about max birthday requests could you make a love letter from max?👀 lol i know u usually don't write characters' letters but i would combust if u write a max's one🥺 lmao, anyway thank uuu, ily💓

Love letter from Max Lord

Gender neutral reader x Maxwell Lord

Not showing up in the tags so reblogs would be so appreciated<3

The envelope was the only thing in your mailbox that morning. You didn’t pay much attention to mail, it was a bad habit of yours. You took the letter and threw it haphazardly on your coffee table, freezing up when you noticed the handwriting, doted neatly on the front. It was perfect, inked black calligraphy. And you recognised it all too well.

You weren’t sure how long you were frozen to the ground. Maybe three, four, five, ten minutes? It felt like a lifetime as a thousand thoughts raced through your head at one hundred miles per hour. You were overthinking. You were definitely overthinking.

You hadn’t seen him in twenty years. Twenty whole years and not a single utterance was spoken between either of you. You were in your right mind to just shred the letter and throw it in the trash— because what could he possibly want from you?

Maxwell Lorenzano; your childhood best friend. He’d promised you, when he left to embark on his new life, he promised you he’d write, or at least call. And like the lovestruck dumb fool you were, you waited for him. You waited for him your whole life and he never came back to you. So many empty promises, but your heart felt like it might never heal.

After hours of doting, and pacing backwards and forwards, you decided to open the letter. You’d waited this long for him to reach out — and now he finally had.

——————————————————

Dated: July 7th 1984.

My love,

I don’t know if this letter will ever reach you, but I’m writing it anyway. I can only hope you live at the same address. Although I suppose that would also be a real shame, wouldn’t it? I know how much you wanted to leave that hell-hole of a town. It’s a cloudy day in D.C., especially for Summer. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. Okay well, I think about you a lot all the time... Do you ever think about me? A lot has happened recently, I’m not sure if you’ve heard...

But I’ve been spending some time reflecting on my mistakes and regrets. I know you always said I should have no regrets but... it’s difficult, you know? Something I need to work on. Maybe you can help me? I never called or wrote to you like I promised I would, all those years ago. And I’m sorry, I really am. The truth is, I spent so much of my time trying to repress my childhood and all the trauma. Tried to focus on other things, bigger things, better things. Wanted to do better. Be better. Be the best. I guess I kind of got lost along the way.

Something happened. Maybe one day I can explain it to you, but there just isn’t enough paper in the world for me to explain it through this letter. It was... unbelievable. A phenomena. And it got me thinking about you.

I miss you. From the moment I left town, I’ve missed you. And it caused me so much pain that I just repressed my feelings. That’s why I didn’t call. I know, I can’t excuse it, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but it’s the truth.

I’d have these dreams about you... and us... and what we could’ve been if I had never left. Because yes, amidst all my wealth and fortune and success, I still thought about what things would be like if we still lived in the same neighbourhood. Still hung out every night, walking along the river hand in hand and counting the stars above us. It’s funny, there may be distance between us, but every time I look up at the moon, I’m reminded of you and how much you loved it. And I’m comforted in knowing that although we live very different lives, we’re both living underneath the same sky. We both look up and see the same moon.

I wish you could see D.C., it’s wonderful. I think you’d really like it. All the skyscrapers and parks and places to go shopping. It’s nothing like back home.

Shit, I really do miss you. It’s been too long. I think about our final days together. When I kissed you under the big willow tree in your grandmother’s garden. Do you remember? It still haunts me. The perfect taste of your cherry lips and

Did you ever marry? Or settle down? Are you... dating right now? I married, I’m not sure if you heard. We didn’t last long, but I got a son out of it. His name is Alistair and he’s six years old. I’d love for you to meet him, I think you’d both get along really well.

Is my dad

Is my father

Is my father still alive?

I miss you. I want to see you. I need to see you. Hold you. Kiss you again. Please write back and tell me you want to see me too. Please.

I’ve made mistakes, terrible mistakes. But I know never to make the same mistake twice. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me...

Because I still love you. I never stopped, really.

I’m so sorry.

Yours forever, Max.

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dodo-begone · 4 years ago

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Loyal here!

I was thinking about the yandere kids and had a thought. If all this yandere stuff goes down while Tubbo and Ranboo are platonically married, perhaps they’d work together in kidnapping y/n and bring them back to their shared home. Maybe the two try and persuade y/n to stop trying to escape by guilting them with Michael. And though he’s a child and none of it’s his fault, I’m sure that—so long as the Stockholm syndrome hasn’t kicked in yet—they would grow to despise the kid. So, in a last ditch effort, maybe they threaten Michael’s life, but promise his safety so long as the two boys would just let them go. Please. They can’t take this anymore.

Imagine if y/n had wings. They’re basically a symbol of freedom, ya know? I’m only familiar with the DSMP, but my god. I don’t see any of them letting their darling keep their ability to fly. I’m too tired to group ppl at the moment, but here are some generalized reactions/responses I’d expect. (I hope that last sentence made sense. I’m tired af.) Some would maybe clip four or five primary feathers, allowing y/n to glide, but not lift off. Others may clip some secondary feathers, which leads to poor gliding and landing. Gives y/n a hope that they can fly away, only to struggle to stay in the air and/or land safely. If this is the case, the yandere can go and collect their darling, cooing at them and softly telling them that everything will be okay as they lead y/n back home and tend to their wounds. Or, maybe they’re scolding, telling y/n that they knew this would happen, and if they’d listened, they wouldn’t be hurt. Then there’s those who would clip both primary and secondary. They don’t want to take any chances, but they also ain’t gonna risk hurting them or making y/n hate them. Also, there’s those that would flat out pluck the feathers. If a birds feathers are plucked from the same spot often enough, they’ll never grow back. Lastly, those who decide that the wings need to go. Whether this is their first choice or a last-ditch effort depends on the person, though. I only pray that y/n ends up stuck with a yandere who would only do so as a last resort.... :)

I don’t know why, but this concept has always plagued my minds when it comes to yaderes in general. For yanderes who would be a romantic and not platonic: how would they react if their darling didn’t swing their way? For example, a female yandere who has a male darling that’s gay, a female yandere with a female darling who’s straight, or a male yandere with a gender neutral darling who’s into girls. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD FOR YEARS AND IDK WHY IVE NEVER BROUGHT IT UP BUT IM BRINGING IT UP NOW. Idk why, but the concept is funny to me. There’s so many ways that this can be discovered by the yandere. Imagine being so close to confessing to your darling, only to see them making googoo eyes at some dude and they comment about his looks. When you ask their sexuality, they say they only like guys. You’re a girl. OR maybe you’re a guy and your darling comes to you with something heavy obviously on her mind. She wringing her hands as she says that she wants to tell you something, mentioning that you’ll be the first to know. She comes out to you as lesbian. *Cue surprised Pikachu face* it just *chefs kiss* cracks me up.

Ah yeah, the platonic marriage team-up. A dream team- Threatening Micheal; 10/10 move. They care so much for Micheal, but who do they care more for? Do they want you to stay more than Micheal to live? If Micheal was disposable... you aren't going anywhere. Go on, try it >:D

Okay the wings? Hella fun idea! I don't know birds well, so forgive me on this Loyal- So here's what I got (this is dsmp only)

Clip Primaries: Philza, Quackity, Eret Clip Secondaries: Foolish, Niki, Bad Clip a bit of both: Ranboo, Fundy Pluck em: Schlatt (You won't fly away AND he gets memorabilia) No Wings: Techno, Dream

I'll admit, I've only thought about that last one a few times but I never really pondered over it heavily. It's an absolutely hilarious crack idea but also a heavy angst idea. The amount of pain inflicted on both parties- UGH. I'd go into this deeper, but then it'd get more questionable and might trigger/upset some people.

#ask #loyal anon #tw: yandere #rambling with dodo #c: tubbo #c: ranboo

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wannaholdhandswithfictionalmen · 4 years ago

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Can I send a request for a fic with venti and a gender neutral mc? It's not really meant to be romantic or anything along those lines. I've just been constantly thinking about how the mc was stripped of everything, including their wings when they lost their fight against the unknown god, and how the gliders might have brought them a bit of comfort when trying to get accustomed to Mondstadt.

Something more heartfelt, maybe the mc just talking to venti after a late night out, or just waking up in the middle of the night to take a stroll in peace away from paimon, amber and the rest of the Chaotic knights of favonious.

This is more of a prompt if anything- I dont usually send requests so I dont know how to format them- sorry about that :'0

A/n: first time writing Venti. Oof. Hopes it's alright and anon I hope this is close to what you wanted.

Genre: Angst. Some fluff. (The power of friendship.)

Warning: It gets a bit angsty before it get softer.

Summary: The reality of your circumstances of the trapped traveler get you and Venti offers you some advice and comfort as your friend.

Word count: 1,420

In The Days To Come (How Much Will I Miss You?);

It was a series of perfect events, little coincidences, Paimon got distracted a while back by the smell of food, fluttering off with 'Delicious. Tasty food! Paimon will be back' before vanishing from your side. The knight of Favonius had no urgent problems to ask for your aid with now that the Dvalin has been saved and Mondstadt and its people can rest easy. You finally had time to yourself, time to feel and think of your new reality.

It was the gentlest tug, pull of melancholy it crept up slowly, slowly, slowly all day nipping at your heels until you felt it from your toes to your head. Numbness, so empty at first then came sadness buried deep, ignored for days for the sake of saving others, making sure others were happy, living in their home, with their family-- while you were still missing yours. It felt unfair. Resentment and anger reared their ugly heads, howling like starving, ravenous beats.

What an overwhelming torrent of emotion, waves after wave, lapping at your chin, your mouth, your nose. Sinking. Sinking. Sinking. No. Drowning.

Until there was nothing but a muffled, muted haze of the world around you.

If you nodded and 'hm', 'yes', 'sure', 'okay' your way through passing conversations no one noticed. Oh, how kind, brave and stoic the traveler was! Our hero! Maybe you didn't want to be a hero. You just wanted your sibling back.

Gliding from the highest building in Mondstadt in the dead of night, you could close your eyes, imagine it, see it, your wings, the wind through your hair, the laughter of your best friend, your constant companion, your sibling-- 'I am absolutely certain, I can beat you!', 'Ha! How hilarious. You just try to keep up!'

Then your feet hit the cobblestone of Mondstadt, your eyes snap open and that dream, that wish, all of it shatters into the most fragile fragments, fading away, slipping out of your mind, no matter how hard you try to grasp onto it, hold it close. Gone.

You just want to cry.

Figures it would be Venti who just so happens to find you. In the late hours of the night, every minute passes towards that too late but also too early threshold of time.

He is whistling, then humming a gentle, soft song. Lyrics and melody unknown to you, deft, nimble fingers strum quiet, easy notes from his lyre.

Quiet footsteps approaching your seating form, nearly hunched over a ledge outlooking most of Mondstadt from this peak near the cathedral and the statue of your friend, it was still a little odd to think of Venti, the whimsical, chaotic bard as a god but easier to wrap your mind around given the fact you had traveled to many different realms and worlds in the past.

"How lucky I am to find a lone traveler, perhaps I could provide you with some company?" Venti interrupts his little performance to sit down beside you, cradling his lyre in his hands, you don't really have the energy to even answer or protest his presence even if you wanted.

"Did you catch a bit of my new tune? I must work on something that will blow away even Master Diluc! Perhaps enough for a night of free drinks in the tavern in exchange for the request of my music!" Venti exclaims rather determinedly as always, especially when it came to getting the best wine possible, for free as well. The lengths he'd be willing to go is almost admirable in a way.

Your answering silence, no laugh, huff or even a scoff at his expense nor a head shake, roll eyes. Nothing.

"Ah poor traveler, your gloom could bring down even the brightest flowers bloom, what has doubled your trouble?" Even his joking yet sincere rhyming can't bring much of a reaction to your face and that eats away at Venti. Never one to want his friends to suffer, not if he is there to help in whatever way he can.

Venti loses his playful, mischievous nature for the moment in favor of being serious. It's then he is more Anemo Archon then Venti the bard.

"What is wrong, friend?"

One tear is followed by many others, everything rushes to the surface, you shake, tremble, break under the weight of your own sorrow. Sobbing out to the blinking stars far, far away.

"What if my sibling is gone forever? What if I never find any clues, signs? What if I spend the rest of my life trapped here, searching and searching?" You sound half hysterical with grief and worry, rambling out every doubt, insecurity you have kept so tightly hidden away. Because everyone else had their own problems and all the problems they wanted you to solve.

"Years side by side, through every trouble, every battle, every adventure, journey, they were always with me. Now? I am alone. My power, my wings, my sibling taken from me." You sniff and cough, squeezing your eyes shut as the world around your blurs and become a mess of colors.

"I am tired. I am scared. Why do I always have to be brave? Strong? My whole life has been turned upside down and I have barely had time to adjust! To take all of this in, it feels like every person I meet needs my help for something unrelated to finding my only family!" You can't help the way your words turn exhausted and bitter.

Venti waits and listens to your venting without interruption. It's only once he is sure you have let it all out that he speaks.

"There is no shame in your sorrow, your pain. You have been thrown into a situation unfamiliar and unless anything you have experienced before and you are being forced to endure this without your closest friend, your sibling." Venti's tone is slow, decisive as if he is giving every single word meticulous thought.

"You are incorrect to assume that means you are alone. You have new friends here, people who care about you, your journey and your goal. Paimon, Me, Jean, Lisa, Diluc, Kaeya, Amber, we all care for you. And you will have our support whenever you need it. Without question." The finality and firmness of his statement leaves no room for argument.

You realize and recognize the truth in his words and Venti stays by your side, in the quiet night as you cry and cry, relieving the tangled knot of everything you had let grow, fester and linger for so long, even before you found Paimon.

Venti plays a soothing harmony, a mellow, delicate dance of the strings of his lyre and his soft voice, singing; something just for you, for the moment of trust and sharing between two friends. It is a lovely, comforting song as your tears begin to dry and the burden on you is lessened for now.

It's easy to smile and hum along with Venti as if you've heard this a dozen times.

You have no idea what is awaiting you on the journey, what struggles you will face, what obstacles and hardships that will cause you to stumble and fall but you do have friends who will be there to pick you back up again and again.

"Paimon just enjoyed a juicy, sweet, savory meal! (Name) you should have join- wait a minute!" Paimon takes one look at you and her cheeks puff out in anger, it's too cute to be truly scary but the glares she shoots at Venti is fiercely defensive.

"What did you do tone-deaf bard?!"

You laugh, reaching out to take hold of Paimon, you hug her gentle. Paimon squeaks out in surprise but you feel her tiny arms gently squeeze your neck.

"I have done nothing wrong, this time." Venti had paused his private little song, ensuring it was something meant to be shared between you two just like this night would be a shared memory to look back on.

Paimon wiggles away from you, floating before you, you watch her stick her tongue out at Venti, blowing and making a hilarious show of her disbelief. "Paimon doesn't believe you! Apologize to them now!"

In the ensuing 'fight' between Venti and Paimon, you watch Venti reach forward and pinch her cheek and the small girl lunged at him in a failed attempt to choke him, you are sure, Venti holds her back with a hand over her face.

You laugh.

Yeah, you had friends and you weren't alone.

#genshin impact #genshin impact one shots #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact venti

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vemuabhi · 4 years ago

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The New Year Special Chapter

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

ITS NEW YEAR ACCORDING TO MY TIME (IST)

Please take this long Chapter as a gift this new year everyone!

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Word count : 7.4K (I know its long, sorry)

Summary : Reader, a member of Kidd pirates, when drunk meets Sanji of Straw hats and develops a crush instantly. They both drink together and thought of meeting the next day to go on a date. But Sanji forgets what ever happened between him and reader. Meanwhile Kidd and Luffy have a quarrel. What would happen next?

Warnings : Mention of alcohol, Angst, Long story, tried to make it gender neutral but it’s not so good, sorry for any mistakes.

Tagging : @yuiroha164 @vangooh-works @sanjis-simp

again sorry for tagging without permission. just ignore this if you want.

Happy New Year

We docked on an island one evening. Our captain Eustass Kidd as usual wanted to go to the bar as soon as we docked. We followed our captain into the bar and soon started to drink. My idiot best friend Heat and I were talking as our captain was picking a fight and killer was trying to stop him. The crew was having a lot of fun. Being a member of the Kidd pirates wasn’t easy but our captain, known for his ruthless nature, really cared for us, his crew very much.

It’s been a while since we started drinking and I really wanted to go out and explore. I excused myself from everyone else and opened the door and let myself out with a big alcohol bottle in my hand. The cool breeze felt so good on my flushed face. it was 10:30 and most people went home and who still remained were drunk or people of bars.

I was walking in some alleyway and I didn’t know where really I was heading. I took small sips from the bottle and headed forward. The place was almost dark except for the light from the stars and the moon, which I am thankful for, showed me the silhouette of a lean tall man at the end of the alley. The way the moonlight shone on his blond hair made him to look like a prince from where I was watching him. Being drunk I really thought he was a prince and walked towards him. As I approached him, he turned his face towards mine.

My (eye colour) orbs met his half opened sky crystal eyes. I never met such a beautiful man. His flushed pink cheeks, his smooth lips, his pale face, his straight nose, his sharp jaw, his silky blond hair covering his right side of face. This person was definitely a prince. His swirly brow was very unique. He smiled at me and I started to melt at that sight. My heart started to beat faster. I felt drawn to him instantly. As if it was Love at first sight.

“Excuse me sir, are you a prince?”, being the drunken ass, I asked without even thinking twice, but all I heard was laughing. Why was he laughing?

“I.. Im no prince milady/sir. Im just a Pirate cook.”, he said after he stopped laughing and continued, “Why? Am I that handsome, making you asked me that?”, he playfully asked, still his eyelids half closed, a pretty smile still dangling on his lips. His smile was contagious, making me smile also for some reason.

“Yes, you are. Didn’t anyone ever tell you?”, I replied honestly, his smile dropped and was replaced with a stunned expression. As he was too quiet I asked again, “What happened?”

“No.. Nothing. I was actually surprised that a beautiful person like you was thinking I was handsome, and top of that.. you even said that to me, so, I was kinda.. taken back.. thankyou so much”, he bit his lower lip and looked at the ground averting his eyes from mine.

“Heh.. so cute that you are trying to hide your blush”, I playfully teased him as he looked up again and pouted. We both giggled and I was getting sober. I thought I could talk to him in some other place. As I was about to ask him, I was interrupted with two other drunk people, crashed into the same alley where we both were standing and started to throw up. As if it was a reflex, the blond took my wrist and started to walk away from the alley. His warm hands felt so good on mine. I was sober now and could think.

“I think its better if we talk somewhere else.”, he turned to face me and smiled as he said that. ‘Oh god is he trying to kill me while he smiles like that?’, I thought to myself as we came to a nearby area with only trees and greenery and the beautiful clear sky decorated with stars. ‘Woah! So pretty’, I thought at the sight of the place.

“How did we end up in a place like this?”, he asked as I shrugged in response. He was still having the pink face and I guess he is getting sober now from all the walking. He turned back to look at me.

“Oh lord, I don’t think I can stand properly”, he said sitting on the green grass while he pulled my hand down as if he wanted me to sit beside him. ‘Damn adorable’, I thought as I sat beside him.

“Wanna share that with me?”, he politely asked me pointing at the alcohol bottle in my hand, still not letting go of my hand.

“You sure you wanna drink?”, I asked him again because it felt like he already drank a lot.

“Yeah… I usually don’t drink so much but for some reason I want to drink now.”, he says as he smirks at me and takes the bottle from my hand then he chugged half of the bottle and licked his smooth lips after... My eyes opened wide in surprise at his actions.

“I can’t believe you just did that.”, I said to him as he wiped the side of his mouth with his sleeve. ‘God he sure is hot’, I thought as he chuckled and placed the bottle down beside him.

“Its just that, I have zero luck with women and love… So if you are an imagination in my head appeared while I am being drunk, I would want you to stay a little longer. I don’t even know what I’m saying, I actually don’t even know if you are real or not. I’m wasted and I’m not able to think properly.”, he said as he laughed at the end. ‘Why did it feel like it was sad? And his words were showing how lonely he was. So beautiful yet so sad.’ I thought to myself and continued talking with him.

“That’s sad, well don’t worry, I’m sure I’m real... Or wait… what if you are my imagination!?”, I asked him with gasp as I placed my free hand on my chest, trying a dramatic effect to cheer him up. Luckily he chuckled and smiled back at me and said, “I am Sanji, I’m a Straw hat pirate and I’m the chef of our crew, so what about you”.

“I’m Y/N, a member of Kidd Pirates.”, I replied, ‘as if I could imagine such a handsome person’, I thought as I smiled at him.

“Y/N huh… such a cute name.”, he smirked at me.

“Do you tell this to everyone you meet?”, I chuckled at his words.

“…..Actually, if they talk long enough then I do.”, he let go of my hand then looked down not meeting my eyes and said, “I swoon over every girl in an attempt for making them fall in love with me. I am very desperate for love. If I wasn’t drunk, I’d swoon over you too in order to make you fall for me”, he said as he chuckled and continued, “I’m sure you must’ve been creeped out by now.”

“Oh! Well this breaks the stereotype of the pickup lines, but I do appreciate your honesty”, I replied. For some reason he somewhat has an effect on me.

“Woah.. you are the first person to say that.”, he said as he looked at me again and continued, “Ladies kinda… Hate me… But I can’t stop appreciating them whatever happens”, he smiled at me but I could see it was a sad one again. ‘How could this man not be loved by ladies? He is handsome’, I thought as I averted my eyes from him

“And… I’m not creeped out… you know.”, I blushed as slowly looked at him after I said this in order to look at his expression. He was looking at me seriously and spoke, “Please don’t be a Dream.”

I chuckled again as he was being so darn innocent. ‘So cute’, I thought as I looked at his pink cheeks and ocean eyes. He covered his face with his free hand and said, “Agh… you are the first person to call me handsome. I’m so happy”. We both giggled and I playfully asked him, “So, why are you a pirate Mr. Handsome?”

“There you go again..”, he smiled and continued, “OH! I... I want to find the All Blue that’s why I became a pirate.”, he sat up straight as he said that.

“All Blue?”, I asked him and he nodded his head and closed his eyes as if he was imagining the place then said, “All Blue is a place where we find all kinds of fishes and sea creatures from the four blues at one place. It’s very beautiful also and every chef’s dream come true.” He smiled happily as his eyes fluttered open. He noticed me staring at him and raised his curly eyebrow at me without dropping the smile.

“Ah… it’s just that… You are so passionate about it and your face lit up like a child when you were talking about All Blue. I’m sure it must be a beautiful place. I am sure a person who is so passionate about his dream would definitely find it.”, I said and he lets out a cute hum as he again take my hand in his.

“Thank you… thank you so much Y/N”, he thanked so sincerely that his eyes were showing appreciation towards me. We talked about a lot of things and it was so fun. It felt good and nice. The calm atmosphere and beautiful sky made it even more amazing. We both started sharing the remaining alcohol as we slowly started walking hands linked. Enjoying each other’s company was more important to us than to think where we were headed to.

As if it was a magical moment, we both started to make out in the middle of the silent street under the shiny stars. I don’t know how I could kiss a complete stranger but… it just felt so right. As if… we were meant to be. I know it sounds cheesy and cliché, but… it felt wonderful. He tasted like alcohol and somewhere I could also taste nicotine. I’m not complaining. It was amazing. We broke the kiss and stared into each other’s eyes for some time then chuckled. We both leaned our foreheads together and stayed for a while like that before we started walking hand in hand again. Being so happy we didn’t notice the person who saw us making out. Sanji’s eyes were trying hard to stay open. His steps became wobbly than compared to before. I could see the shore before us.

There was one question in my mind that if I ask him on a date when we are not this drunk, would he be okay? And worse…. would he even remember me? As Sanji took the last sip of the bottle, I was about to ask him but then… I was cut off by another voice.

“OYE SHIT COOK!”, shouted a man who was coming in our direction. He was sweating a lot and looked like he needed help. He came towards us and stood before Sanji. He had one eye, green hair and wore green robes. He was pretty muscular. His brows were furrowed and looked like he was very angry.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FILTH? YOU LOST AGAIN?”, asked Sanji as they both glared at each other. The Green haired man’s gaze now fell on me. he looked at our linked hands and his eye widened as if he was shocked.

“Hey you! Who the hell are you?”, he asked me. his voice was deep and raspy. Making me shiver.

“I.. I am-”, I was cut off in mid-sentence by Sanji.

“DON’T BE SO RUDE YOU DIM WIT. The names Y/N, be respectful”, he answered.

“Ok.. but lets go. Luffy is asking for food.”, the green haired man said.

“No… not now. He needs to wait till breakfast.”, Sanji said and the man mumbled something and said, “ vice CAPTAIN ORDERS!. You need to come back.” In a serious tone. I felt like he had to go. I actually wanted to stay with him more but he had to go now… I left his hand and he looked at me with sadness. I smiled and said, “Go. We will go on a date tomorrow, only if you liked my company today. Okay?”, I asked him and all he did was smile as his eyes completely shut and he fell on me. I caught him and balanced him on myself. What the! He is sleeping now. But why whatever he does makes me think he is cute?

The green cussed as he had to take him back, but after I said that the shore is just a few meters away from here and pointed it straight ahead of us he flinched and gritted his teeth.

As he took one hand of sanji’s and placed it over his own shoulder and started walking with me having one hand of Sanji over my shoulder. We walked to shore and we could see a ship with some lion’s head which was Sanji’s and I handed him to the grumpy man and was about to go to my ship which was a bit away from this place, but the green haired man stopped me in my tracks, “Don’t you dare take advantage of him and hurt him.”, and he took Sanji to the ship. I was completely shocked at the words of the man. I snapped and yelled, “I WONT BECAUSE I ALREADY HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM”. I shouted as the man took Sanji back to the ship. He turned back and grinned at me and continued to take him into the ship, not even saying another word.

‘Seems like the Ero cook is going on a date huh’, he thought as he smirked, “Even though I had to witness that disgusting moment by accident’, he was now cringed at this own thought.

I stomped to my ship furious at the words that man said. Then I saw Heat and killer completely pissed at me.

“Oh! Look who’s back! After all the training and fight in the bar, this is what I needed today”, Sarcasm was on point for heat now.

“hahahe… i.. I’m back”, I said nervously to the both men who were also my best friends on this ship.

“You disappeared when we were fighting and you appear now. Do you even know how worried we were? It’s 2:45 am now for your information”, Killer said making me feel guilt. So… I was with Sanji for like… roughly 4 to 5 hours? Maybe? ‘Well, they weren’t wrong. If they disappear without telling me a word, I’d be worried about them’, I thought as I sighed and looked at them apologetically and said, “Sorry for worrying you guys.”

They both looked at each other and again at me. Killer sighed as Heat grunted. “Its fine. Don’t worry us like that again”, Heat said scratching the back of his neck as he dropped his frown.

“What were you doing? Where did you go?”, asked Killer not even thinking of letting go of it.

“Quick! Think of a lie and escape this”, said heat. ‘Welp. So there is someone who is still not okay with my apology’, I thought as I said, “I… thought of exploring the place and…”, I stopped in mid-sentence thinking about how I met him.

“And….”, Heat indicated me to go on.

I sighed and continued, “I met this guy and we hung out till now”, I pressed my lips as I ended my explanation.

There was dead silence which was really awkward. “Well, good talk”, I said and I started to leave but was stopped by Heat.

“Wait… you met a random guy, a total stranger, I assume he was also drunk and let me add this in, you were really drunk when it happened right!?”, he asked

“Yes.”, I answered

“Was there any chance that you were hallucinating? Because you are desperate for love so I can understand if you were hallucinating”, said killer. As I was about to protest, of course Heat had to step in and make me even more pissed.

Heat placed his hands on my shoulders and said, “You know we can totally understand if you say that you drank way too much and fell asleep under a tree till now. We won’t judge. Its totally fine if you tell the truth. You don’t have to tell fiction”, heat ended as he patted my head and let go of my shoulder. These guys… welp… they are my best friends. I know they don’t mean any ill and these type of comments were really fine between us. Especially Heat, when someone else other than the grumpy captain of course, even tried to insult me, he’d burn them. Like literally spit fire. He says he can only be the one person who can insult me. I don’t know if it’s a compliment or an insult.

“You know what, I give up. When I tell the truth you won’t believe. I hate you both”, I grunted

“Oh god! So it was true!”, Killer exclaimed as heat gasped.

“Yes you idiots! It’s true”, I said as they both laughed.

“Oh god… so... Do you like him or what? I didn’t think you were the type to go and hit on people”, Heat asked

“Welp… I guess… I… I have a crush on him. He was really fun to talk, we shared alcohol and he seemed like a gentle man. He never let go of my hand.”, I blushed at the last words as I placed my hands on my face.

Heat, that jerk murmured gross as Killer chuckled at my actions and asked, “So will you guys meet again or did you take Den-Den mushi numbers?”

“I actually told him to meet me tomorrow… i guess today”, I said as Killer awed in response but Heat being Heat said, “Good talk, now Kill me please”, in his way he is happy. Why is he even my best friend?

“Go and sleep for now. You need rest”, killer being the sweet heart said it but… Heat had to ruin that it by saying, “Yeah.. you must be very tired hanging out and drinking with a guy but we are totally okay after taking care of the crew, the fights of the captain, the repairs and damages, losing most of my sleep and also searching for certain someone. I’m totally fine.” Heat getting a friendly punch in the arm from me, with that I went to my room and slept.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

“Oye! Ero Cook!”, called Zoro as he entered the kitchen, noticing that Sanji was behaving like a usual day. It was as if he…… didn’t remember anything.

“What do you want Marimo?”, sanji replied as he was stirring the soup.

“Don’t you… have to get going?”, Zoro asked looking at the blond as he continued cooking.

Sanji turned to look at Zoro and said, “I will go soon. Taste this place’s cuisine”

“No.. No, that’s not what I was asking. I mean… you know… your plan for today. You need to go right?”, Zoro asked Sanji as the blond turned to cooking again.

“Ah! As I already bought food, my plan is to help Nami san and Robin chan to carry their bags as they both shop.”, Sanji grinned as he imagined both the girls in new clothes giving zoro chills then the blond turned to Zoro as he had a disgusted expression and said, “Why do you want to know about my plans? You creep!”.

“NO YOU IDIOT! I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR PLANS! DON’T CALL ME CREEPY YOU PERVERT”, shouted the swords man

“THEN WHY THE HELL WERE YOU ASKING ABOUT MY PLANS YOU JERK”, this time the cook shouted expecting a fight from Zoro, but to his surprise, the swords man neither shouted nor replied, instead he grunted and tapped his foot against the floor.

The curious cook asked, “Seriously, what do you want to say?”

Hearing this Zoro turned to Sanji and questioned, “Do you remember how drunk you got last night?”

This made the chef to think about yesterday. He tried a lot but it was all blurry and he couldn’t remember a single thing. He looked at Zoro but didn’t reply.

“Do you not remember anything?”, Zoro’s question was answered as Sanji gestured no. the cook was getting worried what had happened because he didn’t remember anything.

‘Agh! Why do I even care?’, the swords man thought as he cursed under his breath and continued, “Can you tell me how much you remembered?”. Sanji took a deep breath and narrated what he could remembered, from the time the crew went to the bar and drank as Luffy ate, then how Sanji started to feel like drinking more and more and that was it. Hearing this Zoro sighed. The last Zoro saw Sanji was he going out of the bar for fresh air. Sanji seemed like he was sober but now he knew he wasn’t.

“Don’t beat around the bush. Tell me what happened?”, Sanji turned off the stove and came towards Zoro.

Zoro looked into Sanji’s eyes and sighed as he answered, “You got drunk and met a person and I am pretty sure you had a great time because they asked to meet you today”

Hearing this Sanji’s eyes widened and he couldn’t believe what Zoro said.

“Look, I don’t have time for your lies and jokes”, Sanji said as he glared at the swords man

“I don’t have any reason to lie to you. If I wanted to I wouldn’t have told you and let you miss your little date”, Zoro sternly stated making Sanji to think this through. ‘Why couldn’t he remember? Was that true? For the first time in his life a person showed him affection and he didn’t even remember? And how did this marimo know about this? Who was that person? What was their name?’, all thoughts flodded Sanji’s mind making him feel guilty and terrible.

“I’m sorry for you but I too don’t know where you agreed to meet”, Zoro said as he placed his hand on the cook’s shoulder and continued, “From what I remember the name was Y/N and seemed pretty interested in you because they even shouted at me that they like you.”, after telling this Zoro left Sanji in the kitchen and went to train.

Sanji looked at Zoro and thought about the name, ‘Y/N’… no matter how much he tried he couldn’t figure out who the person was. Sanji knew Zoro wouldn’t joke about things like this. ‘Where was he supposed to meet Y/N? Who was Y/N?’, guilt was killing Sanji inside as he thought about the mystery person. He completed making the soup but still he didn’t remember Y/N.

Then he heard a loud shouting from outside. He headed out and saw that Luffy was shouting at a guy with a metallic arm and red hair. He had some members behind him as they were looking sketchy.

“Not again Luffy”, Sanji said to himself as he went near Luffy to see what the problem was.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

After I woke up, I put on my best clothes and got ready so that I could meet Sanji. I didn’t tell him where I’d meet him so I just thought of going towards his ship. Kidd wanted to explore the island today because he just drank yesterday and picked some fights.

There weren’t many people on the deck so I assumed they took off with Kidd. I got down the ship and started to walk towards Sanji’s ship. I was very nervous and my heart was beating fast. I took deep breaths whenever I felt like I was about to faint. I heard some noises and shouting as I got close to the place. Curious to see what was happening I increased my pace and saw that my crew was there… near Sanji’s ship. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw my captain shouting at the straw hat man which I was sure of was the Captain of Straw Hat Pirates as I made myself go to the front line.

My heart started to beat even faster when I saw Sanji and the rest of the straw hats looked like they were ready to take on if things got out of control. Heat, Wire and rest of us were also looking like they were ready for combat. ‘No… no… no…’, I thought to myself as I imagined how terrorising the battle would be if they fought.

I slowly took a step forward and started to go towards Sanji but I had to go past my captain if I want to meet him. I’m sure Kidd wouldn’t be focused on me because he is busy, so this was my chance. My crew were definitely shocked... But I had to… I had to talk to sanji one last time if this small fight breaks out into a war. I slowly walked and I passed my captain but shockingly he was now focused on me. He stopped shouting at Straw hat captain and stared at me with the other captain.

“EEEEKKKK Why is she/he coming towards us? LUFFY DO SOMETHING!”, shrieked a person with a long nose.

“But I don’t get any evil intent”, said Straw hat Luffy.

“Tsk, so you were a member of Kidd Pirates?”, said the green head swords man.

“OYE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING”, shouted my captain as I stood before the blond man. I curled my fists into a ball and looked at him sternly. I knew if it was now or never. So I took deep breath and asked him, “Will you go on a date with me Sanji?”

My crew and the straw hat Crew Gasped at my words. I didn’t shout but as everyone was quiet they could hear it.

Sanji’s eyes wide opened as if he heard it for the first time and suddenly the green haired person said, “Oye cook! That’s Y/N!! I told you, you had a date today”.

“EHEEEEE!!! SANJI HAS A DATE!!!! I CANT BELIEVE THIS! IS THIS A JOKE?! EHEEEEEE”, Screamed the long nose guy, a big huge robot type guy and what I suppose was an animal?! What was this crew? There is even a freaking skeleton. Sanji told about his crew but I don’t remember their names correctly. Well… our crew also is weird. We have a masked guy whos face no one saw except for Kidd I believe and… Heat…. Yeah… I got used to them so I don’t find it weird anymore. But… We have Heat. This crew is weird as ours. That guy Heat spits fire. (Totally not insulting my best friend in my head)

“WHAT THE HELL? Y/N! THEY ARE OUR RIVALS FOR F*** SAKE. COME BACK!,” My captain shouted at me.

“CAPTAIN I JUST WANT TO GO ON A DATE! PLEASE I BEG YOU”, of course I’d never betray my captain nor go against his word. So, all I have got is let Killer help me and convince Kidd.

“EHEEE SO YOU WERE TELLING THE TRUTH! STILL AM NOT ABLE TO BELIEVE YOU GOT YOURSELF A DATE Y/N!”, totally not my best friend Heat insulting me in public. Let me just ignore him for now.

“What is a date? It seems fun! Can I also join”, this made everyone go silent as the straw hat captain laughed as he said it. Was he joking or plain innocent?

“OYE MUGIWARA! THIS IS NOT THE END! LETS SEE WHO WINS!”, grunted my captain

“OKAY! LETS START!”, Said the straw hat captain with full enthusiasm in his eyes.

“Oh No! PLEASE DON’T FIGHT, WE SHOULD NOT MAKE THIS A WAR”, I shouted this time only to be stared back with confusion and some face palmed at my actions. I looked at Heat who was covering his mouth holding his laugh in looking at me. ‘The hell? Why is that idiot laughing and why is Killer looking at me with a sorry aura’, since I can’t look at his face at least I can tell what he is feeling.

“Actually, they are not… fighting exactly”, this time it was the husky deep voice which I wanted to hear the most and heard now for the first time after a while. I turned back to look at Sanji as he said that. ‘What have I done?’ and next thing I know was the two captains in a restaurant, stuffing themselves up with food.

So… this was the fight that they had in mind. Heat was sitting beside me as I hung my face down as Heat tried to be nice for once and patted my head.

“Why are you being nice? Its not your style.”, I said not looking at heat as he gasped.

“What do you mean? I’m always nice”, heat questioned making me look up at him and laugh but the thing i did before made me hung my head down again.

“I am so stupid”, I said

“No... You just have bad luck when you think”, Heat said making me hit his shoulder because he just agreed in sarcasm. But I’d be lying if I said this didn’t feel normal between us.

“I thought the captains would fight a war and I’d never get a chance to ask Sanji out but… look at my position. I didn’t even get a reply from Sanji”, I complained to Heat.

But I as I still had my head down I didn’t notice the blue eyes which were watching me from the other side of restaurant.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

In the meantime, Sanji was talking to Robin as he stared at Y/N

“You should go and talk if you want to you know, looking like that at Y/N won’t do anything.”, Said the Raven beauty who noticed the upset look of Sanji.

“…But Robin chan, it’s just that… I don’t remember even a thing about Y/N”, admitted Sanji to Robin as he continued, “Still I don’t know why I feel like my heart is being crushed when I look at Y/N…. sitting with that weird blue hair guy. He never left even for a second.”

“You can know about Y/N again if you talk. Just go a date”, said the smart archaeologist.

Sanji grunted as he looked how Heat patted Y/N’s head and how Y/N looked at him and laughed.

The blond lit another cigarette and said, “I don’t know why I’m this nervous. I’ve never felt this nervous before when I tried to approach someone. I think its because… it’s the first person who openly showed affection to me, without even a small bit of hesitation.”, sanji paused in between as he looked at how Y/N playfully punched Heat’s shoulder. Sanji continued, “Tsk.. look at them. I don’t like it one bit.”

“So… basically you are jealous. Why not just say that you’d go on a date? I’m sure Y/N would be happy and don’t worry, we will take care of the situation with Luffy.”, said Robin as she continued to sip her coffee.

“Yeah… I guess you are right Robin chan. You know what… I’ll go and talk.”, declared Sanji as he got up from his seat. Robin did her classic giggle as she saw Sanji going towards his to be date.

‘Well I guess everyone is destined to meet someone’, thought Robin as Sanji made his way to Y/N’s table nervously.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

“Excuse me Y/N, can I talk to you for a moment”, said someone making me look up at them. ‘Oh god! Its Sanji!’, I exclaimed inside my head. Heat got up from his seat and made his way to where Killer was sitting. ‘What! Hea..Heat just went away?! But im scared’, I thought as I looked at the back of Heat as he left. I slowly looked at Sanji and saw he was nervous too but was still standing in his spot. ‘Why was he?! Oh god! Is he waiting for my permission?!’, My thoughts were exploding in my head as I tried to remained calm on the outside. Trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Please sit”, I gesture him to sit and he obliged. We didn’t talk for a good minute or two, ‘Was he not ready? Was I too forward? Is he trying to reject’, with all these thoughts in mind I spoke first breaking the silence.

“So… Sanji was that too forward of me to ask you like that in public? I apologise if-”

“NO Don’t”, My sentence was cut off in between by Sanji. He looked at me with what I can assume is guilt. And I understood why he was behaving like that.

“Oh… I understand. Its.. its ok if you want to reject me I-“

“Not that either”, he said as he took a deep breath and confessed, “Y/N-san, I must tell you this. I… I don’t remember what happened yesterday”, this made my eyes widen as I looked at him. ‘Then what about our time together? What about the deep thoughts we shared? What about… the kiss? Was it all gone?’, my heart sank

“I am sorry. But trust me, I tried… I really tried hard remembering you but… I couldn’t remember you. You can hate me if you want but-“

“Stop!”, this was my time to stop him in mid-sentence as I continued, “It’s ok. You can stop apologising now. It’s not your fault. We were just too drunk at that moment. I… am sorry for asking you out even though I am a stranger. You must’ve felt forced. You don’t have to feel guilty or sad. Its fine. You don’t have to go out with me. its ok. I can understand Sanji.”, I concluded my sentence with it as I got up to leave, I felt a hand grab my wrist making me turn back to look at.

“Please, wait. I’m sorry but, do you think, we can start over maybe? Will you go out with me Y/N? please”, he asked me with a pleading smile. Could I say no to those eyes and smile? No way.

“I’d… I’d like that. Okay lets go on a date.”, I answered as I smiled at him. He felt relieved and stood up and said, “Then would you like to get out of here? I know it’s a good restaurant but… with all those people staring at us would be awkward”

I looked around to see except for the straw hat captain and our captain, everyone were looking at us with huge grins.

“Yes please”, I say to Sanji as we both started to leave the place quickly but I had a sad feeling that my captain wouldn’t like it. I looked at him once.

“Y/N”, said Kidd stoping me from my tracks.

“Have fun”, did my captain just indirectly gave me permission?!

“Thankyou Captain”, I thanked my Red hair captain as he continued eating.

“Sanji”, this time it was Straw hat Luffy. ‘Was he also going to give permission for us?’, I was getting my hopes up.

Then he spoke, “Dinner should be meat”, making everyone sweat drop.

“Oh… Ok”, Sanji replied as he offered his hand to mine which I accepted and we exited the restaurant.

We both were a blushing mess as we walked around the place. He told me he’d swoon over ever lady he saw but he wasn’t doing that now… so I decided to ask, “Sanji, yesterday you told me you swooned around all the women but… why aren’t you doing that now?”

“What! I told you about that?”, he exclaimed as I giggled

“Yeah. You told me most of the things about yourself. Like what type of cigarettes you like, what genre you prefer for stories, what you did while you grew up at baratie and how you wait for your letters of them every time even if you never ever told anyone about it and that’s it”, I tell him as I smiled at him.

“I am so embarrassed.”, he closed his eyes and let his head down.

“What?! Only for this you are embarrassed? I didn’t even get to all the ways you tried to make Nami and Robin chan fall in love with you”, I teased him more as I continued, “Nami swan~ Robin chwan~”

He sighed and chuckled as he said, “Oh god! You almost know everything about me and I.. I know nothing about you.”, he said sadly as he again looked at me and pouted.

“Awww, you are so cute when you pout”, I said it without thinking even once. This time we both are not drunk and I said it to his face. ‘Oh how much you are right about me Heat’, I thought as I heard the Heat in my head say, ‘Told you so’… I slowly looked at sanji again and saw what a blushing mess he was. Even he had some blood coming out from his nose.

“Are you okay? I just complimented you, nothing more”, I said as I wiped out the blood from his nose with my hanky.

“I’m sorry. Its normal for this to happen to me. so don’t worry.”, he chuckled

We both went into a small café and started to talk. Mostly about me if I’m specific. ‘All embarrassing moments are okay as well as cute childhood incidents. But somethings are better unsaid’, I thought as I remembered how he hated his three brothers who bullied him.

As we exited the café with our hands linked together. ‘PDA is his speciality I guess’, I thought because how much I liked it. We hungout in the park, the nearby small zoo, shopping places even though we bought only some things and he insisted carrying the shopping bags. Instead making me have an ice-cream in my hand. He made sure one of his hand was always free because he wanted to hold my hand, which was adorable. It was evening by now and we were heading back to the shore.

“Y/N-san, can I ask you a question if you don’t mind”, Sanji questioned politely

“You don’t have to be so polite. Just ask. What is it?”, I said as I gave a gentle squeeze to his hand with mine. He blushed again and asked, “Why… Why did you go on a date with a person like me? I completely embarrassed myself in front of you, gave you a bad first impression with being so much drunk and on top of that I didn’t even remember you”, he asked as he looked at me.

“You think too low of yourself considering how handsome you are Sanji”, I said as I smiled at him. I made him to stop in his tracks and turned him towards me so he could see me clearly.

“I went out with you because I felt comfortable around you. I liked how sincere you would be if you ever fell in love. I liked how devoted you are to your friends, and the way you respect ladies. I like how you are trying to find love. But more than anything, I love how passionate you are about your dream of finding All Blue and with that deep passion, I know you’ll definitely find All Blue”, as if there was a snap Sanji pulled me towards him into the alleyway beside us.

Sanji closed the gap between my back and the wall as he leaned down. Knowing he was going to kiss me I closed my eyes. But… he didn’t kiss me. instead I heard a question, “Is it… is it ok if I kiss you?”, I opened my eyes and saw he was desperately holding himself back as he bit his bottom lip. Blood already started dripping from his nose. I chuckled as I wiped the blood again and said, “Yes”, and that what all he wanted to hear before his hungry lips met mine. I could feel the burning passion in the kiss. It was more intense because we both are totally aware of whats happening. It was so good and my knees were about to give away. The nicotine and caffeine taste was oddly refreshing and I loved it. Too bad it had to stop because we both needed air.

Sanji’s forehead was pressed against mine as we both looked into each other’s eyes. We both smiled as I again wiped the blood from Sanji’s nose, again… and again… no.. we now weren’t kissing. I was just wiping his nose.

“Please don’t make it more serious like on the mermaid island.”, I said to him as I worried.

“So you know that too”, he sighed and continued, “Please don’t hate me”, I chuckled at his words and continued to go towards the shore again.

“Woah… I did expect that you’d request permission for every single thing you do, I mean you didn’t do like this when you were drunk”, I said as I chuckled.

“We… We Kissed?!”, of course he didn’t knew it.

“Yeah and you were still a gentle man but, you didn’t ask permission like this when you were drunk”, I admitted as we both blushed.

“How the hell could I forget it?”, he huffed

“It’s fine. Just don’t forget this”, I chuckled

“Never ever. I promise”, he smiled again

After a while we reached the port. We turned to look at each other, reluctant to go separate ways.

“So… this is it.”, I said to him as I smiled sadly, not wanting to let go of his hand.

“I… I think so”, He said as he returned my smile to me.

“You have my Den-Den mushi number and I have yours. So can I expect some call dates… Only if you would like to.”, I asked Sanji as he bit his bottom lip in an attempt to not cry.

“Thanks. I… I’d like that”, he managed to say before he hugged me tight. Well, we won’t be able to meet for god knows how long. So I also hugged him tight and inhaled his scent, so I’d remember. His exotic perfume, lovely shampoo and of course, nicotine smell, which now would make me remember him more whenever I smell this kind.

“Like I already said, don’t come to my ship to drop me. I look bad if I cry”, I said trying not to cry and I heard, “No you would never look bad, but I don’t want to cry in front of you either.”

“If fate allows lets meet again”, I said and he hummed in return.

We broke the hug not wanting to but had to and kissed again and went the opposite ways, I turned around to look at him while he stayed still looking at me, until I was out of his sight. This action of his made me miss him even more.

I went to my room and ugly cried. I didn’t know why a guy, whom I met yesterday had this much effect on me. if it was a simple crush im sure without having any contact, I’d forget him. but I don’t want to… I want to remember him. I want to meet him again.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Sanji was hurt to see Y/N leave. He was now fixated. No one till now understood him and liked him even when knew all his flaws. He still complimented Robin chan and Nami as he got on the ship. Made amazing dinner and fed the crew as they left the island. Tried to remain as normal and happy as possible. Even boasted about how amazing the date was. But for the first time he asked to take Zoro’s shift to be as the lookout for night. As he was then alone and knew everyone was sleeping, he let out his feelings in the form of tears. He didn’t want it to end.

Sanji was very grateful to Y/N because of the idea of calls. He couldn’t bring himself asking that question thinking of all his insecurities. He smiled at all the moments of the date and promised himself to never forget Y/N again and would wait for them to meet again. As he was wiping his tears he heard his Den-Den mushi ring. He picked it up and heard, “Hey! I know its way too soon and also late but if you aren’t sleeping… wanna talk?”, he heard Y/N chuckle. He didn’t expect a call now. He thought of calling Y/N but was afraid that he would disturb.

“Yeah! Actually, I would love to talk”, he said as he sniffed and grinned.

THE END

Every one happy new year!

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