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arduadastra · 4 years ago

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Lost Faith - Part One

A/N ITS FINALLY HERE!! Thank you for the support and I can't believe I wrote this, if you want a part two let me know!

FINALLY updated to this gorgeous header by @sirtadcooper (who you definitely need to follow)

This is set right after the season two finale and is kind of what I imagine Din would be feeling right after he’s handed Grogu off and what it would be like to find him.

Also, the crest didn’t explode ok, I refuse to believe that.

- 2.1K - (what happened?!)

/// Din is alone. He’s been alone most of his adult life. Once he left the convent he’s captured quarries solo for years. He’s used to the quiet solace hyperspace provides, the occasional hums and beeps from the crest console and the sounds of starlight rushing past is nothing more than white noise at this point. So why does it feel different this time? He leans over and flips a switch. He likes quiet, he knows quiet. Talking has never been his strong suit - in fact, he actively avoids it if he can but there’s a tightness in his chest he’s trying to ignore and he needs a fucking distraction before he punches something. After he had handed... to the Jedi he doesn’t really remember much else. Bo Katan had said something about needing to discuss his future and the dark sabre but he hadn’t paid her much thought to be honest. He had felt numb and it just didn’t seem important at the time. He remembers looking at them all and how they looked back at him. He didn’t even really realise why they seemed to stare so much until he accidentally kicked the helmet at his feet. He hadn’t bothered to put it back on. What’s the point? He had barely managed to justify putting it back on after revealing himself for that imperial scanner. Every soul that saw his face after that had died, other than Mayfeld that is. Technically no living being had seen his face so his creed remained unbroken. But this time? Din caught himself staring and at a lever with a certain missing sphere on top. He looked away. His creed. The one thing he held above all else. The thing that he had engrained into him since he was a foundling and what made him who he is: a Mandalorian. Yet, he has met Mandalorian's and they did not cover their face. They had called him different. ’A child of the watch’ Bo-Katan had said - was he even Mandalorian then? The thought cast his eye to his helmet lying discarded next to him. He thought he’d feel bare without it and he did back with the IG unit but now he just feels angry. The creed he abided by is broken now, but that doesn’t piss him off nearly as much as the realisation that it might not have even fucking mattered in the first place. He huffs. No, that’s not it. It is but it isn’t. The pressure in his chest returns and he gasps. “Dank Farrik.” Din clenches his eyes shut against the pain, it’s not like any other pain he’s felt before and he has been hurt a lot. He feels a burning sensation behind his eyelids and he shakes his head, opening his eyes and setting his next coordinates before he can think too hard about why his vision is slightly blurred. ///

It was nearing the end of your shift and you took in the sparse patrons left around you. Bar work wasn’t really what you wanted to do with your life but it’s all you had. No siblings and dead parents made for one lonely existence so you needed the company your customers provided. Drunken patrons tend to have the best stories too. You’ve heard it all over the years: divorced from the wife, hiding from the boss, hiding from the police - those were the best kind. Usually, you could guess why each one was there and why but you were stumped by someone. You had noticed the lone Mandalorian in your bar a while ago. You wouldn’t take a second glance usually but what strikes you is the fact he hasn’t moved in twenty minutes and he’s just been sat staring blankly at his own helmet the whole time. The bar is quiet and you’re the only one working so who gives a shit if you’re polishing the same glass over and over, he’s interesting. You haven’t seen a Mandalorian before let alone one as stoic as him. You’d heard the stories, of course, battle-hardened warriors capable of bringing grown men to their knees in a matter of seconds… Now that's an image. You love people-watching, or thing watching this far out in the rim, and it isn’t often you see humans. Especially ones like him. He seems sad, but not in the obvious moping, crying, shoulder shaking sad - more like he’s grieving. He’s been sat staring at the helmet on the table for a while. His hands are balled into a fist in front of it and it’s like he’s looking through it to the wall behind. His dark eyes have barely blinked and his hair is tousled on his head. He’s tanned too and has the most striking lips you’ve ever seen on a guy. You cock your head as you look at him - he’s hot. You feel bad thinking that when the guy is clearly miserable but he’s gorgeous. You have a thing for stubble and you can’t help but think how it would feel against your skin. And strangely you hate to see him so sad. You have an idea so you turn around and start making your favourite drink while you check on him over your shoulder. After a while, pleased with what you’ve concocted you walk to his table and drop the drink in his line of sight. You smile at him. “On the house.” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t seem to even acknowledge you’ve spoken to him let alone standing two feet to his left. You clear your throat. “That means it's free." He looks up at that, seemingly broken out of whatever trance he was in yet his eyes still seem so far away. “I’m not thirsty.” You nod your head to the table. “Well if you want to keep sitting here, you need something in front of you.” The man looks back at the drink, bumping it with his right fist then stares back ahead. “Ok.” He’s a chatty one. You look back at your bar and around at the other tables, no one seems to need assistance and you’re sure as hell not about to go back to standing behind an empty bar so you take in the Mandalorian and decide to sit across from him. You sigh, “Well the least you can do is have a sip, I made it after all.” The Mandalorian meets your eyes silently then glances down at the drink by his hands. He seems to take a few seconds studying the contents before bringing it to his lips for a drink. You watch him, watch as he drinks from the glass and how it travels down his throat. You see the tendons stretch and his adam apple move as he does. God, how can this guy make drinking sexy? You chide yourself on the thought. This guy is clearly going through something and he doesn’t need some random woman objectifying him. He’s finished now and is actively avoiding your eye line as he looks around himself. He seems lost like he doesn’t know how to have company with him. You decide at that moment that you aren’t leaving this guy alone. “My name is y/n by the way. What’s yours?” Nothing. He’s still not looking at you. You try again. “How was the drink?” The guy must have some form of manners because he responds at that with a slight nod. “Good.” Not much but you’ll take it. You’ve gathered from this short conversation that

this guy isn’t much for small talk so you decide to cut straight to the point. “Who did you lose?” He seems surprised by that. He looks at you fully then and you’re startled by his eyes. The rest of him seems so closed off, so shuttered but his eyes are a dead give away. They swim with grief and pain and it takes your breath away. He doesn’t respond but he keeps looking at you so you take it as permission to keep going. “I know sadness when I see it. See it every day here,” you gesture around you, “but yours seems deeper than that.” He turns away from you and you notice his jaw tense slightly, subtle but you caught it. You’re on the right track at least. “Was it your wife...or husband?” “No.”

Very quick you notice, so not a partner then. “Your friend?” He’s still looking away. Not that then. You look at his face again, he seems older than you. “Your kid?” That gets a reaction. His jaw ticks and his hand's clench. You see his bicep flex at the action and your mind wanders again and just what he looks like under that armour. “Leave me alone." You continue, “What were they like?” He frowns, and looks back at you, “You’re very insistent.” You scoff, “And you barely talk but I don’t judge.” You take a pause then lean forward into his space, “I just know it's useless when people say ’sorry’ or ’that's terrible.’ You know that already. I always found talking about them is more helpful, means there’s someone else out there to remember them.” The Mandalorian doesn’t say anything for a long time. He studies your face, eyes scanning over yours before dropping to your hands that have instinctively reached out towards him. Your fingers are grazing ever so slightly and you think he likes the contact. He leans back slightly in his chair and casts his eyes over your shoulder. “He’s not dead.” You hum, “Ok…” You think, “ ...so he’s missing?” The Mandalorian seems frustrated and shakes his head "Not missing, I mean I don’t know where he is but I - “ He casts his gaze back to you, almost as if he didn’t realise he had been talking, “Why are you asking me this?” You shrug, “Dunno, you just seemed like you needed someone to talk to.” He keeps looking at you. You lean forward more and so does he. Your fingers bump more insistently and you struggle to not rest your hands over his. The energy between the two of you changes ever so slightly, and you feel your hair stand up on end as he stares you down. He’s very intimidating. You like that. Neither of you moves away and the silence between you stretches on. You refuse to speak first because you sort of want to see what his next move is. You get the impression no one stands up to this guy and you want to be the first. He narrows his eyes, his jaw tenses when he speaks coldly, “I don’t need to talk. Go away.” Undeterred you smile at him, flashing him your teeth when you say “Oh I disagree.” He scoffs at that and gets up, leaving the drink you made him and walks out the door. You stand to follow him, grabbing his helmet as you go - how did he forget that? "Hey, we were talking!” you call after him, pushing yourself through the few stragglers still around on the street. He keeps walking, ignoring your yells so you shout louder, “you didn't even finish my drink!" Still nothing, "and you forgot your bucket!" That makes him turn and he sees the helmet under your arm. You walk towards him as he crosses his arms and sighs. He reaches out his hand for it but you hold it out of reach, “ah ah ah, I said we weren’t finished.” He scoffs “I say we have. Give it back.” “Nope.” You say popping the ‘p’ and you smile at him, “Not till you tell me what’s wrong.” He stalks forward and attempts to take the helmet but you’re quicker and sidestep him and cross it over into your other hand, leaning it out of reach again. He growls at that, “I’ll just take it from you.” You dance backwards slightly, “Oh I don’t think you will.” He remains where he is and scowls, “Don’t you have work to finish?” You shake your head, “Nah it's quiet and they’ll all leave now I’m gone. Besides, this is much more fun.” He’s getting annoyed now and gestures towards you, “What? Standing there holding my helmet hostage knowing full well I can just come over there and take it?” He walks forward again, anger now very present on his face - you love that you’ve rattled him. You know it must take a lot to get this guy mad but it seems you’ve done it rather easily. You grin at him, “You’ll have to catch me first.” And with that, you turn and run. ///

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deadpuppetboi · 5 years ago

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count the ways !

Oh, here I go, making edgy stuff again-

It wasn't suspected, really, it wasn't.

Millie got a buzz from her phone, just as she did she immediately felt a wave of dread wash over her as she picked it out of her pocket and looked at the message.

It’s here. Get out.

Millie looked over at the crowds of people around her, she was suddenly dizzy, turning around left and right, up and down to have to see where he was. It was that anxiety she had that wouldn't let her go and the only other person that would be the girl that clung onto her wrist and dragged her out of the crowd. Hannah took Millie away and sat her down on a random bench, her free hand on her phone she immediately texted the group chat.

Where is it?!

Around the corner, it's getting closer, nearby the Ferris wheel.

Hannah looked up from her phone, beyond the many arrays of people she saw the all too familiar black top hat floating around people’s heads. The sudden laughter reaching far and wide was already the topping point, the 14-year-old huffed as she grabbed Millie’s arm and ran off with her towards the other side of the carnival. Millie was tripped over herself, the tears that ran down her face clouded her vision as Hannah guided her towards safety.

’For once, this fucking thing couldn't handle this day out of all days to have to leave her alone?!’

Hannah thought, stopping by a corn maze, she thought twice before a booming voice echoed in the crowd.

”I HeArD Th-tHErE WaS A B-biRtHdAy gIrL SoMeWhErE Ar-ROuNd hErE!!!”

Shit!

Another buzz, Hannah didn't look at the text but she just gave the seemingly bored teenager a bunch of tickets and ran into the maze. Millie went along, her hands wrapped tightly around the other’s arm, she heaved in agony as they both ran off. They didn't know where they were going and honestly, this wasn't even a good idea, but it was the only way to have to confuse this thing and get out of here safely.

They made a somewhat dead end and an open pathway towards another path when Hannah checked her phone.

What the fuck are you doing?!

Hannah bit her bottom lip.

Doing something stupid.

There was an echoing laugh from afar that made Millie whimper.

And smart, just go to the Ferris Wheel, call me or text me, I don't care, just guide me and Millie out without that thing seeing us.

Hannah turned off her phone and buried it deep into her pocket, she looked at Millie for a moment before she turned around and ran with her. She honestly didn't know where she was going and she was terrible at mazes, but this was the first thing she could think of. She turned two rights and one left before her phone buzzed, she hid behind a patch of corn before she looked at it.

I'm on the Ferris Wheel, I'm about to go up, Brooke will be by the maze wither by the end or start to see you guys.

Hannah raised her glasses up to her face, she noticed for a moment that Millie was looking over her shoulder to read the text. She gulped, even if the text was a signal of hope it still meant that they had a long way to go before the could really make it out alive.

”Don’t worry, we just have to lose him in here and when the coast is clear we leave, just not through the corn, he might hear us and get to us quickly.”

Millie sniffed as she dried up the tears from her eyes, she wanted to say something but the clash of metal footsteps made her instantly shut up.

”I K-NoW YOu’rE A-RoUnD HErE S-OmEwHeRe! C-OmE ON OUt!”

That sounded close, too close.

Hannah ran off again, Millie on her trail as they took as many turns and twists as they could get. Hannah’s phone buzzed right when Millie’s own did as well, Millie checked her phone with Hannah leading the way.

”Dylan said to take two rights and go straight ahead.”

Hannah nodded and did what she was told, unexpectedly passing by a few passersby who looked confused by the two teenagers running for their lives. It didn't matter, what mattered more was getting out of this corn maze and getting the Hell out of here alive and well. The sound of the metal footsteps were nearby, God knows how far this maze stretched but Hannah wasn't taking anything for granted and did what Dylan was texting.

Another buzz, two buzzes.

”Stop, he's close, go left.”

Hannah tool a sharp turn left, no doubt making poor Millie almost trip herself in the process but by now they had to get used to this.

Another round of laughter.

”W-HeRe a-rE Y-Ou t-wO?! I J-UsT W-AnT T-O G-IvE T-T-ThE B-IrThDaY G-IrL H-Er b-iG B-IrThDaY S-UrPrIsE G-IfT!”

Counting Millie’s last birthday gift being a broken leg no one was taking a chance to have to think this one was any good. Hannah was about to take a right until she saw a glimmer of white from the corner of her eye, she gasped and turned the other way.

Another buzz came from the teenager's phones, Millie checked her phone and gasped, pushing Hannah farther forward, now she was taking the lead. Hannah didn't have enough time to comprehend why when she looked behind her, the image of the white and purple bear running towards them was coming fast, his footsteps not missing a single beat as he laughed his obnoxious laugh. He was close, so very close, close enough for his very hand-only hand to have to grab at Hannah’s braid if it wasn't for Millie yanking the girl towards the right and for the bear to crash against the corn stalks.

Hannah finally gasped, her breath held in for a long that it hurt finally brought her back to reality. She looked towards Millie as she turned three rights and a sudden left, finally pausing to catch her breath. The two teens caught their breath a bit, just for a few seconds as they looked down at their phones. Dylan had texted them multiple times on where to go, a lot of the messy and in upper caps but it all ended up in.

The ride is about to end for me, just go ahead three rights and four lefts and you should make it out.

Hannah held her breath as there was a sudden wave of dread that hung over her, Millie caught wind of this a second earlier so she grabbed the other teen’s wrist and pulled her away. They took three rights and four lefts without fail, no mistake whatsoever but they suddenly paused. With their eyes widening and the air getting sucked into their lungs they crossed a dead end.

It didn't make any sense, Dylan had to know where the end was, this had to be a mistake!

Unless he types anything wrong or maybe his glasses we're overdue which they could be, the teen girls felt their throat tighten up as they saw the sign hanging to the corn.

You made it to the end, congratulations, now you just need to find a way out!

Bullshit! This was complete bullshit!

Hannah turned around to have to run off but Millie was stuck on her two feet, her legs shaking and tears running down her face it took a moment before Hannah saw it too. The bear, with it’s splitting faceplates, glowing blue eyes, and it's ever so damning height overtook the teenagers as it giggled in excitement.

”I F-fOuNd y-oU...”

It took one step.

Millie was already sobbing, hiding her face in Hannah’s sweater the poor teen could only stand there and watch.

Another step.

”oH, i-t's t-iMe, I-T'S T-ImE, o-h, I-T'S A-LrEaDy t-iMe f-fOr t-t-tHe s-uRpRiSe!”

The creature giggled, it's faceplates moving about in excitement as it got closer, the two teen girls stepped away slowly right up until they hit the corn behind them. The bear giggled again, raising its nub like arm up, the sudden wrapping and twists came alive and out came a metallic hand from it. Hannah didn't have time to question it before it reached over its own stomach and then opened its hatch.

It was dark from the inside, the wires and metal plates weren't comprehensible from the full moon above or even by the lights at all. Hannah noticed Millie look up a little from her sweater only to whimper and look down again, trembling so hard that Hannah too was trembling with her.

”tHeRe’s r-oOm f-fOr o-OnE M-OrE P-ErSoN I-N T-HeRe, Y-Ou knOw, N-OtHiNg b-bUt a f-eW P-OpS ANd t-TwIsTs a-rOuNd y-oUr bOnEs t-o m-aKe t-hAt h-HaPpEn, R-IgHt?!”

It laughed again, getting so close that t finally reached over not towards Hannah but to Millie.

”ThE B-bIrThDaY GIrL A-aLwAyS G-gOeS FIrSt!”

There was a scream right after, not from Millie, not from Hannah, but from the bear itself.

It immediately flung into hysterics, it's whole body convulsing violently with sudden shocks until it finally fell down to the ground, stomach still open and eyes dimmed to a dull black.

Both Hannah and Millie looked up in pure confusion until the sight of a blond-headed girl greeted them, her pose strong and brave she held a tase gun in her hands. Brooke gave another shock towards the mechanical bear, making it convulse all around again until she felt satisfied enough to have to bring the case right back and put the case on it for safety. The two teens were still in shock, both their eyes and mouths hung open before Brooke finally spoke up.

”See, I told you carrying a taser around would be handy!”

Both the girls ran over to Brooke and hugged her tightly, making her give a small laugh and hug them back. The three girls instantly ran off through the corn, pushing away what they could to finally get out of there and see where Dylan was. Dylan was parked up on bike by the parking lot, he looked so relieved to have to see everyone alive and well.

The four teens then exchanged hugs before they finally went off towards Dylan’s house, Brooke on Dylan’s bike, and Millie on Hannah’s, they all rode off into the night.

A movie night was a better way to celebrate tonight anyways...

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf novel #fnaf novels #fnaf book #fnaf books #funtimes #funtime freddy #fnaf funtime freddy #fnaf millie #fnaf dylan #fnaf hannah #fnaf brooke harrison #millie fitzsimmons #this is what happens when I love a story too much and I ramble about to for too long #yay for edge

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bunny-banana · 5 years ago

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For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab. but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did. A lot. again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

*It felt.. nice. The whole evening was quite nice, Ermal had to admit, even with the unusual ambient.

Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him, eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED. Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley? Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in. I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush. So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad. So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages. Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’ And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself. So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages. So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:) but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

#my fics

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fandomlife-giver · 8 years ago

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The Job of a High School Chef!: 1

Summary: It’s your first day at Ouran, and although your head is held high, everything you expect to go good turns sour when you are forced to do as they say, or it could mean the end of your career.

Pairings: Eventual Kyoya x Reader

@animallover1089

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4455

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Oh. My. God. Ugh, please, no!

With horrific disgust, you stared at the dress you were holding up.

"It's worse up close!"

She sighed as she placed a hand on your shoulder. "I know, Sweet pea. But it is the school uniform. You need to wear it."

You instantly shook your head. "Please don't make me wear this. I'm not...I'm not a dress kind of girl, you know? Can I please just wear pants and a shirt?"

She placed her hands on her hips as she looked at you thoughtfully.

"What exactly was in the deal you made?"

You looked back at the dress.

Flashback...

"I will make you another offer. You will attend Ouran for one purpose - to work for our host club."

You perked up as an idea formed. "That's right..."

You glanced at her over your shoulder and smiled. "He had said that I am only being here to cook. That means I don't have to wear a uniform!"

In excitement, you tossed the dress over your shoulder and ran to your closet.

She sighed as she watched you throw article after article of clothing around the room and she rubbed her forehead. "Come on, I just cleaned your room!"

"Aha! This will be perfect!"

You ran back out of the closet and twirled around. "Eh? What do you think?"

She only have you a bored look. "You're wearing a yellow shirt and white shorts, am I supposed to be impressed?"

You huffed. "I just don't want to wear a dress, it feels too formal."

A small smile graced her lips as she shook her head and walked over to the closet. "Fine. But at least wear something more appropriate."

She grabbed a hanger and turned around. You looked at the white mini skirt thoughtfully.

"Well...yeah...I guess I can work with that..."

"Good" She tossed it at your head and you snatched it before it got the ground. "Now get dressed. You don't wanna be late to work, do you?"

♡♡♡ For the third time, you were walking down the halls of Ouran Academy. And, apparently, it wasn't gonna be the last. Nope. Not even close. But it was weird, because before nobody could care less that you were there. And now...though it was really early, with what little amount of students there were, everyone was staring at you, and by glancing at each and every one, even when you passed by them, the girls had just plain envy, jealousy and hatred. You had to walk a bit further away from them. And then there were the guys. Yeah, nothing had changed with them. They glanced, grew a bit curious as to why all the girls had their panties in a twist, shook their heads in amusement, then went back to whatever they were doing. But there were those who were interested in you. Your looks, your casual walk of confidence, your blank look...usual stuff. When you actually got to where the dreaded music room was, you had to stop and take a deep breath to keep away any nerves that came. What am I so worried for? It's not like anyone is here yet. It's way too early. Sighing and laughing to yourself, you twisted the door knob and opened the door. You did not expect what you were greeted with at all. Wide eyes and furrowed brows, you stepped inside and looked around at what you remembered was a room. The towering trees slanted over the land. The artificial sun passed through any miniature hole it could reach and illuminated the green background. The sweet jungle fragrance was almost cloying. Moving between the dense vegetation was nothing like walking the forests back home. From every direction came the hums and chirps of insects, the song of birds and the calls of mammals. It only confused you even more. Stepping over a fallen branch, you pushed aside the leaves belonging to one of the many palm trees and when you did, what you saw made you stop in your tracks. "Make sure the mist will spray all over the room, we need our guests to experience the real thing." The worker nodded and walked off. Your jaw dropped as you stared at him as if he had gone crazy. "Uh...Kyoya?" His head looked up by the sound of his name and he turned around. "Ah. Y/N. You're early. Everyone else usually comes around the time first class ends." Stepping through the plants in front of you, you slightly stumbled as you shrugged your shoulders. "Well, sorry, but unlike everyone else, I am kinda used to getting up early and I don't have class to attend." He hummed as he scribbled something on his clipboard. "Don't apologize. Maybe, for once, someone around here will take this job seriously-" "Sir, the tropical outfits have arrived."

You looked at the worker who ran up to Kyoya. He smiled. "Yes, thank you. Please leave them inside the changing room."

He nodded and ran off in the same direction. Once he left, Kyoya pushed up his glasses and looked back at you.

"You know, standing around won't do anything. You work for us now, right?"

He tossed an apron at you that fell on to your head. "Get to work, chef." You pulled the apron off you to see him walk away, yelling more directions at the men.

"No, don't put the chairs by the river! Keep them in the center near the kitchen, come on, everyone." You shook your head at him as you tied the apron around your waist. And you looked back, seeing a white door with the words 'Ouran Host kitchen' and without wasting another second, you practically ran to it. As soon as you pushed the door open, your eyes lit up and a huge grin took over your face. You were giggling like a school girl as you ran down the long aisle and ran your hand across every little detail of the kitchen. The white tile floors, the marble kitchen counters, the large cabinets, the humongous fridge!

You could barely contain your excitement and overwhelming happiness. It was all too much that you began twirling around like the happiest little chef in the world. But once you saw a blurry image of something on the counter, you had to stop your celebration.

There was what looked to be a neatly folded outfit with a card on top. You picked up the card and made out what the sharp, bold letters said.

'Y/N. If you're reading this, that means you managed to find the kitchen. Congratulations. I'm sure you've noticed the newly decorated music room. Every host club member, including myself, will be wearing a tropical paradise outfit to fit the theme. This is also a requirement that applies to you. Please hurry up and change into your costume after you have finished preparing today's menu items and come outside to be introduced to our guests.

P.S. Don't waste any time. Since it's your first day, you will be judged on how well you perform.

And if you haven't figured it out yet,

Sincerely Kyoya Ootori.'

You cracked a smile at the end. "Really? As if it wasn't obvious. No one's as straight to the point as you are, boss."

You dropped the card in the trash can and then unfolded the clothes. Once you did, a blush came on your face. "W-What the...?"

♡♡♡

They were both grinning from ear to ear. "So Y/N is our personal chef now, huh? This is gonna be great."

Kaoru looked at the kitchen door in anxiousness. "Yeah. Hikaru, this means we’re finally getting out our sister back!"

They both high fived. "Yes!"

Tamaki shook his head at them. "You are both so selfish. We are all lucky to have such a talented princess to cook for us. Like our little Cinderella."

"No."

They all looked over at Kyoya as he dropped the clipboard by his side and looked at them. "She is not our chef. I made the deal with her, I am paying for everything, and out of all of us, I have given far more beneficial hospitality."

His glasses shimmered under the artificial light. "So, more frankly, she works for me."

The twins scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. We've known her longer, so it's us she'll listen to more."

"That's what you believe."

They glared at him, but their attention was then focused on the kitchen door as it slowly opened up

You had to peek through the crack in the door and you sighed in relief when you saw they were in a heated discussion. Maybe if I'm quiet, they won't notice me.

Holding on to this thought, you pushed the door open. But as soon as you stepped outside, you stopped and regretted leaving the safety of the kitchen.

Everyone was staring at you. Tamaki had wide eyes, the twins had matching dropped jaws, Kyoya was only staring with all his emotions hidden, Mori had the same look, but you swore you saw the ghost of a smile. And Honey was beaming with his cheeks red.

Meanwhile, you stood awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable by their eyes on you. "Um..."

From what they saw, it was a girl wearing a purple strapless crop top and a short white skirt that was really a white sheet that had been twisted around your waist, and a golden arm band.

Your face was beginning to heat up. "Can I change?"

All at once, the twins ran up to you and started saying 'No' on a continuous loop while Honey also ran up, tackled you into a hug and wouldn't stop saying how pretty you were.

Tamaki rubbed his forehead. "Men, that's enough!"

Honey had stopped talking and looked up at Tamaki as he walked over and pushed the twins to the ground in annoyance.

He then looked down at Honey. "Honey-Senpai, this is Y/N' s first day, lets give her a little space, all right?"

Pouting, Honey reluctantly let go of you and walked back over to Mori.

Tamaki looked up at you and smiled. "Your beauty takes my breath away, princess. There is no other who could compare to such beauty." He announced this as he bowed his head and got down on one knee.

You rose an eyebrow at him. "Right. And how many 'princesses' have you actually said that to?"

His smile fell as he looked back up at you with wide eyes of embarrassment. Well...um, I actually-"

"Tamaki, I think we should move on before you embarrass yourself even further."

Tamaki looked back at Kyoya who had a hand on his hip and cleared his throat as he stood up. "Uh...right."

Kyoya adjusted his glasses and fixated his gaze on you. "Now, Y/N. Is everything ready?"

Your flushed state began to fade as you smiled. "Oh, yeah." You leaned back and pushed the door in. They all peered inside the kitchen. Everyone's mouths watered in surprise at the amount of delicious looking food that covered the counters.

Kyoya smiled in satisfaction. "Hm. Not bad."

♡♡♡ "What heartlessness." He slid his hand up his body. "Even with my lustrous skin shining like brilliant ivory, exposed by my Balinese king outfit, I'm no more than a slave before my goddess." He delicately took her chin and raised her face up to his. "I kneel before you and swear my loyalty." She blushed as she got lost in his eyes. "Tamaki..." You awkwardly poked your head in between them. "I hate to interrupt, but here's the glass of champagne you ordered." Realizing that she was surrounded by people, she shrunk back with her cheeks redder than before as you placed the beverage on the table. "O-Oh, thank you..." You nodded as Tamaki straightened up and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Oh, yes. Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of the host club. This is Y/N, she will be the chef here that handles all food and beverage needs." You smiled at them as you bowed your head. "A pleasure. Please, feel free to ask me for anything you may crave at the moment." Tamaki rubbed his chin in thought. "Ah, that reminds me. I almost forgot to tell you ladies. Next week, the Ouran host club is sponsoring a party." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "And Y/N here will be the chef and baker on site. If there is any way you can assist her, I sure would love it." The girl off to the left immediately rose her hand. "I-I'd like to help!" Seeing her do it, the other girl did the same. "Me too!" The third girl actually stood from her seat. "I'm a great helper!" You honestly wanted to laugh at how eager they were simply to please Tamaki. "Oh, well, in that case, any food suggestions and requests would be great. You can write some down and leave them on the kitchen door." You bowed your head one last time, before moving on to the next table. "In the meantime, please, enjoy." You had to watch as the first girl eagerly stood up. "Y-Yeah! I'll do that right now!" And she ran in the direction of the kitchen. Laughing to yourself, you paused walking when Haruhi was looking at Tamaki in curiosity, then looked at you. "We're throwing a party?" Your happy smile instantly fell. "Yep." You sighed tiredly. "I don't know where to even begin with this menu. I think I'll be dead before I can actually serve anything." And with a pat on the shoulder, you continued on to the table across. The girl who sat in front of the twins rested her chin in her palm. "What kind of party is it? Is it formal?" Hikaru smiled at her. "Yes, in fact we've rented the school's largest hall." Kaoru nodded in confirmation. "It's the perfect place for dancing." In a swift motion, Hikaru had suddenly stood and grabbed Kaoru's chin with his fingers, inching his face close. "But I really wanted to spend some alone time with you, Kaoru." Kaoru's eyes glazed over. "Don't be upset, Hikaru. I know exactly how you feel." The sounds of the two girls screaming in excitement over their little act rang out in the air. Once Hikaru caught sight of you walking by, he shot out his hand and grabbed your wrist. "There you are, butterfly. Would you care to introduce yourself to these lovely ladies?" You sighed as you flicked his forehead. He yelped as he rubbed it. "Come on, I told you not to call me that. I have a name, you know." As Kaoru held in his laughter, you turned to the girls and bowed your head. "Hello, my name is Y/N Kitahara, I am the new chef here at the host club. If there is anything you would like, please, don't hesitate to ask." "Waah! Sissy hit me!" Kaoru grabbed Hikaru's face and placed a kiss on his forehead. "It's okay, Hikaru. I'll make you feel better." You rolled your eyes at them and moved on. Honey ran up to one of the tables and smiled widely at the two girls that sat there, displaying his outfit. "Ta-da!" The two girls beamed at him, awed by his cuteness. "Oh, you're so cute, honey!" He continued grinning. "Hi, ladies! I love these Balinese flowers, we had them flown in!" He turned his attention over to Mori when he walked by. "Takashi!" He ran over and climbed up his body to place a lei similar to his around his neck. "There, we match!" Okay, there you could see why the girls went crazy. He made you smile at how cute he was with Mori. Your gaze went over to Haruhi, who now sat at a table with three girls, but her attention seemed to also be on Honey and Mori. And once she saw you, she called out. "Hey Y/N, can I get a water refill?" You smiled at her, before walking over to the bar to grab a water pitcher. Once you did reach the bar, you quickly noticed that it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?"

Turning around, you were faced with the pitcher. You grabbed it and saw the person who had been holding it. He pushed up his glasses and have you a once over.

"I personally chose each outfit for each member. I will admit that yours didn't end up looking all bad."

For some reason, you blushed a bit at that. Did he just compliment me?

And with that, he walked off, leaving you to state at his back. Snapping out of your daze, you remembered why you needed the pitcher and hurried back over to the table. "Um, Haruhi."

She looked over at one of the girls sitting in front of her. "Aren't you going to wear a tropical outfit like the other boys?" She glanced at you as you filled Haruhi's glass with water. "Even Y/N is wearing one." You smiled at her as you began filling up her cup as well. The second girl at the table laughed. "I'd love to see that." You watched as Haruhi grew flustered and stumbled over her words. "Uh, no, I-I...I just think it's only appropriate to wear early spring attire in early spring, you know?" Tamaki suddenly popped up beside her, holding up a picture of the tropical outfit. "But we have one ready for you, Haruhi. I think you'll like it. You and I are a pair." She groaned in disapproval. "No thanks." And you saw his heart shatter by those words. One of the girls blushed. "Wow, Haruhi. You're really faithful to the different seasons." The girl beside her sighed dreamily. "I think that's great, I hope we're lucky enough that the cherry blossoms are in full bloom on the night of the party." The last girl closed her eyes in happiness as she daydreamed. "The two of us dancing among the cherry blossoms. It's so dreamy." "You really think so?" Haruhi smiled as she tilted her head at them. "Ya know ladies, I think it's so cute when you dream like that." Just by that look she was giving them, all three girls turned red and stared at her in dreamy awe. As you were about to walk off, you leaned down and whispered to her. "Show off." Her smile only widened. "Excuse me." You both turned and saw another girl with short brown hair standing by the table, looking directly at Haruhi. "I hate to disturb, but I think it's time for the hosts to switch clients." Haruhi's smile faded. "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be my next appointment, miss...uh.." She gave a smile. "My name's Kanako. Kanako Kasakazaki." As Haruhi looked down at her planner, Kanako lifted her chin back up so her eyes would meet hers. "You're even cuter than I expected. I've decided. From now on, you're going to be my new favorite host, Haruhi." You rose your eyebrows, but when you looked a the person who was staring in horror right by the table, you furrowed them. "Tamaki?" ♡♡♡ With the kitchen door slamming behind you, you walked out into the official 'Jungle-Free' room, glad that everything was the way it was before. Well, everything, except Tamaki. While everyone was huddled up around a table, planning for the upcoming party, he was slouching at a small table in a darkness by a closed window. You made a beeline for him and you were looking at him in confusion. "Tamaki, are you sure you want...this?" He didn't even look at you as he nodded. "Really? You put Haruhi and I down for all our 'commoner' living choices, yet you wanna eat this?" "Just give it to me." His arm shot out as he took the bowl of ramen noodles from you. Your eyes widened when he did, especially when he started the slurp it. You shook your head at him as you placed a pair of chopsticks beside him. "Enjoy." And you crossed the room over to the more lively group of people. Once you did take a seat next to Haruhi, the twins looked back at him, and Hikaru sighed. "Hey, boss! Why don't you stop eating that commoner's ramen and come over here to help us with the party planning?" Kaoru rose an eyebrow in curiosity. "Does it really bother you that princess Kanako has taking a liking to Haruhi?" Kyoya pushed his glasses up as he typed away on his laptop. "He shouldn't be surprised. She's had the illness for a while now, hasn't she?" "Illness?" You leaned forward. "What illness is that?" Hikaru slid beside you and shrugged. "She's got the host hopping disease." Kaoru copied his motions. "A.K.A. the never the same boy twice disease." Kyoya paused his typing to look up at you. "Usually, our customers choose a favorite host and see them regularly, however, princess Kanako tends to change her favorites. On a regular basis." Honey popped up in between you and Haruhi, sucking on a lollipop. "That's right!" You picked him up and let him sit on your lap as he looked at Haruhi. "'Cause before she was with you, she was with Tama-Chan!" Haruhi, who was resting her chin on her fist, spoke in a bored tone. "Oh...so he's upset because I took her from him?" You jumped when Tamaki shot up and ran lightening fast to scream at Haruhi. "Shut up! I couldn't care less!" She stared at him, completely unaffected by his outburst, while he stepped away from her with determination in his eyes. "I'm running out of patience." He pointed directly at her. "Haruhi, it's time you started dressing like a girl." She blinked. "Huh?" You all watched as he paced around the empty space. "I don't understand how you can be so popular with the ladies when you yourself are a lady!" You crossed your arms. "Actually, I think that's probably why. We kind of know our own gender better than any boy." He ran up to you and slammed his hands down on the table in frustration. "But that doesn't make any sense! No one else in the school knows the truth except for those of us here!" Hikaru appeared beside him. "Yeah, she opted out of taking gym classes." Kaoru also appeared on the opposite side. "And the attendance numbers are all mixed together so no one can tell." Tamaki then ran out of sight and came back in by pushing a trunk out to the middle of the room. "That's enough Haruhi." He opened it up and began searching for something inside. "Now you listen to daddy." He pulled out a giant framed picture of Haruhi's class photo that showed her with long hair, wearing a girls' uniform. Tears actually streamed from his eyes as he pointed at the picture. "Daddy wants you to go back to the way you were!" Haruhi stood up, anger clear in her face. "Don't go blowing my photos up without asking me first!" You also stood beside her, placing your hands on your hips. "Come on, that's kind of stalker-ish, don't you think? Creepy enough that you would have a photo of her." You didn't notice that behind you, the twins were trying to conceal a giant photo of you that was hanging on the wall the entire time. Instead, you looked over at Tamaki as he hung up the picture of Haruhi. Sneaking back over to the group, the twins casually leaned on your shoulders, and Hikaru shook his head in disbelief. "The more I look a this, the more amazed I am." He, along with everyone else, looked back at Haruhi. "How does someone like that become this?" She shrugged. "The day before school started, one of the kids in my neighborhood stuck some gum in my hair. It's a real pain to get gum out of hair, so I decided to cut it all off, I didn't care if I looked like a dude." Tamaki sneered in anger as he yelled in her face. "Girls should never refer to themselves as a 'dude'!" He looked over at the members as tears began to run from his eyes again. "Mama! Haruhi's using those dirty boy words again!" You stared at him weirdly, then looked at Kyoya. "Okay, 'mama'? 'Sissy'? Is playing house like a thing in this club? If so, who is 'mama'?" He crossed his arms and looked back at him as he bawled out on the floor. "Based on club position, I assume it's me." You held back a laugh as the mental image of Kyoya dressed up wearing an apron and heels came to mind. Haruhi sighed and held her hand up in defense. "Look, I don't see what you're crying about. Working as a host, I can pay back more of my debt. It'll never happen if I'm just an errand boy." Kaoru leaned forward and pointed a her. "Hate to bring this up now, but do you have formal dancing experience? You'll need it for the party." You closed your eyes at that thought. "The thought of dancing again...it's such a bore at parties." Haruhi gave a nervous smile. "Uh...no. Nut the party doesn't have anything to do with my quota, right? I'm not interested in going to events, so if I could be excused-" From behind her, Tamaki rose back up and stared at her, and even glanced at you, then smirked and rubbed his chin. "Definitely not. A refined gentlemen must know how to dance." He looked at Haruhi and rose a finger. "If you want to live the life of a host that badly, you are going to have to show us how far you are willing to go, Haruhi." He outstretched his arms. "I order you to master dancing the waltz in one week. And you will demonstrate it for us at the party..." He spun around, then menacingly pointed at her, "Or I tell the entire school that you're a girl! And knock you back down to errand boy!" Her entire form shivered in nervousness and fear. You crossed your arms, already feeling bad for her. "Don't worry, it'll be fi-" When he turned and pointed at you, you froze. "And you, Y/N, will be the one to teach her! Or, we will cut your expenses for allowing to attend Ouran and you will not be allowed to attend the party without making a contribution!" Your face fell. "...What?"

#ouran high school host club #kyoya ootori

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neverisalongtime-ja-blog · 8 years ago

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Chapter 26: Seeing your face every day (Josh POV)

Some of you requested it and I deliver. I must say it was super hard for me to write the Josh’s point of view of this whole story because Anastasia is my baby and I only care for her. Haha

I hope you all like it and don’t forget to leave the feedback!

Thanks to everyone who reads the fic, much love to you all! ♥

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“Hey, I hope you are fine. I know I owe you some explanations about New York and these past months in general and I hope we can get the chance to talk now that we are going back on tour and I get to see your face again everyday”.

Josh texted Anastasia that Monday, the last day of February, like it was an impulse he couldn’t control. Her image had not left his mind since that time he shattered her heart on the first day of the year, what a way to destroy somebody’s year. He wasn’t proud of it, his heart was broken too, he had loved that blue-haired girl for so long only to realize he wasn’t worthy of her. After seeing her again in New York, his world was upside down.

He met Lauren when he was helping his friend who was producing her first studio album. She had all this confidence and sensuality that it was impossible not to look at her. Her looks compensated for her lack of talent; she is young and vibrant and it makes him feel young too. In a way he was still young, he kept doing the same dumb shit he did back in the day, like letting people he cared about down. Lauren was so different from Anastasia. He put his phone down on the nightstand and rolled over to face Lauren, who was peacefully sleeping next to him in that hotel room in New York.

Even after looking at Lauren, he couldn’t keep Anastasia away from his thoughts. He wondered what she was doing in Los Angeles. She was probably with Mandy or making music. That was the most remarkable difference between her and Lauren: Anastasia could make great songs as fast as a finger snap, she was loaded with talent and that was something that always drove Josh crazy. In a way, he always felt jealous of what she had in Dead Curse, her own band, her own very successful band.

He felt like a coward, but he wasn’t what Anastasia was expecting him to be so it was better to end it now than later and cause less damage. He and Lauren had sex the first day they met, that was something he wasn’t proud of but he was feeling so low not being up to An’s level. Lauren was under that line, besides, it was Lauren who threw herself at him. Yes, sex was great. Her youth made her capable to do amazing things, but he had that with Anastasia too, that and much more.

He spent an hour laying there, in bed, looking at the ceiling and didn’t get a reply from Anastasia.

- Good morning, bae – He hated being called that.

- Hi – Josh said smiling, pretending he just woke up.

- Last night was amazing – Lauren said hugging him – I say let’s do it again – She started to kiss his neck – Like right now.

- I’m not feeling too well – Josh answered.

- Is there something wrong? – Lauren asked while still kissing him, now on his chest.

- No, but I’m not in the mood now, Lauren – He said, trying to make her stop.

- But bae! – She went back to kissing his neck.

- Lauren, I said no! – He said getting up from bed and walking to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and just stood there, letting the water run down his body, hoping it washed away Anastasia from his memory but it wasn’t working. “God, she is so beautiful!” He wished she was there right now; even if to hit him like she did in the elevator almost a week ago. He definitely deserved those blows for being a total asshole, he thought. Now he had to live with his decision and Lauren was waiting outside to have another fun day around New York when all he wanted to do was to stay in bed not doing anything. He loved not doing anything with Anastasia. Another big difference between those two: Lauren needed constant activity, while Anastasia had a special love for days when she could do nothing and just sleep next to him or lay down and watch some Netflix with him. The girl worked so hard that off days were so precious to her.

He got dressed in his many layers (it was still very cold in New York), while Lauren chose to wear a tank top under a light sweater and the tightest skinny jeans in history. She looked rather hot, but she always did. That was the image she wanted to sell.

- It is really cold outside – Josh said to her.

- I’m from Texas, baby, we have hot blood – She answered lowing the cleavage of her tank top. At that moment, he missed Anastasia’s class to get dressed – You know there is this bar at the top of the Renaissance with an amazing view of Times Square that I really want to try tonight.

- I was thinking about staying in and maybe watching a movie or something – Josh said walking to the elevator.

- Really? How old are we? Forty? – Lauren said – Well, you kind of are – She laughed, Josh didn’t – Come on, Josh! In a few days you’ll be back to touring and I will have to stay here working on the record and I don’t know when I’m going to see you again. If you are nice – She put her arms around his neck – maybe you’ll get a treat tonight – She whispered.

- We’ll see how tired we are tonight – Josh said. He could control Lauren so he was sure they weren’t going anywhere that night.

- You know I’m never tired! – She said with her high pitch voice tone that sometimes bothered him so damn much.

It was a museum kind of day and they visited the MoMa and the Met (classic tourist sightings) just like he did with Anastasia when they were in Europe last year. The big difference was that Anastasia did enjoy museums and art and Lauren had a blank stare and looked so bored, she didn’t quite seem to understand some of the pieces, she just talked about fancy restaurants and bars she wanted to go the whole time. Then they went to have lunch to a salad place because Lauren didn’t eat much (another reason to miss the midnight blue-haired girl), and they spent the rest of the afternoon shopping. Well Lauren did, he just felt miserable waiting for her to try all those clothes he was going to pay for. But he liked it, he was taking care of her, giving her what she wanted and that made him feel good.

- You know, I think I saw a jacket like this at your place once – Lauren was trying on a Gucci green bomber jacket.

- Yes, it’s Anastasia’s – Josh remembered that An never went to pick up her stuff from his place, he didn’t want her to, though.

- Truman? – Lauren asked with a confused expression.

- Yes – Now he had to lie again because he never told Lauren that he and Anastasia had been in a relationship – She is always wandering around and she leaves things everywhere. I’m pretty sure she left it there and forgot about it.

- Oh, I see – Lauren said – You two are good friends, right? Because to leave her jacket at your place and not worrying about getting it back it means you two must be very good friends.

- Mm… yeah, I think – He lied again – What were you doing snooping through my things in my house anyway?

- I wasn’t snooping, I just saw it – Lauren said going back into the fitting room – And I don’t see any problem with it since I’m your girlfriend – Josh opened his eyes big,

- Woah, woah! Hold on there, little lady! – He said shocked – We never talked about that.

- But I thought I was, since we’ve been kind of living together and all.

- Yes, because I’m spending this time off in New York and because the label paid for an apartment you don’t want to use.

- It’s in a horrible location!

- I’m leaving in a couple of days and you are going to live there – He said – Truth is, Lauren, I don’t like to put on labels – He lied once more.

Lauren took his answer really well; he felt she actually didn’t even care as long as he paid for all the clothes. He won that night and they didn’t go to that fancy bar, instead they stayed in the hotel room, he ate a pizza, she had a salad. “If Anastasia could watch her she would be laughing right now,” he thought. After watching a boring movie with Channing Tatum on Netflix (Lauren’s pick), they had sex until he fell asleep.

He really wanted to go to Los Angeles, he was so bored, so he made up a stupid excuse to Lauren and brought forward his flight back home. How could somebody make New York boring to him? A city he loved so much. He missed Anastasia again and remembered the last time they were there together last year, and the long, crazy road trip to Chicago. He wasn’t sure on how to ask her, since he thought she liked to travel comfy in first class flights although she hated flying, but she was so excited to do it and he got a glimpse of her musical taste which was so wide, from Britney to Metallica. She was crazy and he missed her. There was one consistent taste in her: her love for Fleetwood Mac, so in her honor he decided to listen to them on the flight to LA and had a crazy idea.

Josh checked his phone for the tenth time that day and yet no message from Anastasia. He knew he did the same days ago, when she congratulated him for the album but he knew she was going to listen to it and was so scared to say anything to her, cowardice ruled his life again. He understood why she didn’t reply to his text but it made him so angry. Instead, Lauren didn’t stop messaging him saying things like “I miss you”, “I hope I get the chance to see you soon” and more inappropriate things, but he liked that about her. He didn’t love Lauren, he was sure about that, but he felt undeniably attracted to her and the way she made him feel. Lauren made him feel so good about himself, out of the fact that he was giving her everything she ever wanted. He couldn’t do that with Anastasia, she already had seen the world and she was very capable to get everything she could ever want by herself. Even his dad said it once: Anastasia didn’t need him. However, Lauren did. He took her to fancy restaurants and bought her amazing things, and that made him feel so almighty.

He landed at LAX, took an Uber to his house in El Sereno and suddenly felt so alone. He hadn’t been on his own since he broke up with Anastasia, he missed her again and that made him look at his phone screen only to see that she hadn’t replied to his text, so he decided to go for the usual ex-boyfriend move: to check her Instagram profile. Josh sometimes used the Dot Hacker Instagram page. He followed most of his friends from that profile and the rest of the band’s friends. He also followed Anastasia’s profile from it. He saw that she had posted some pictures from New York with her brother, friends, bandmates and his sister. They had so much fun in the city while he had to deal with Lauren and his parents. Anastasia hadn’t posted much since that New Years’ Eve party at Eric’s house, an evening Josh decided to spend with Lauren when he should have been with An. She called him so many times that night, he felt ashamed. Checking further, he noticed she hadn’t deleted the pictures she took of him: she had some of him playing onstage and others backstage, another one of him hugging her that Mandy took when they were in Berlin, another one on the road trip to Chicago; him playing the piano and some more on private planes. He had always been OK with it. Anastasia’s Instagram account was private and all the people that she allowed to follow her were people she knew well. She was very private after all, and Josh didn’t realize that before. The fact that she hadn’t deleted him from her social media must mean something beyond and Josh held on tight to that thought.

He kept checking her pictures, seeing how beautiful and joyous she looked in every single one of them. Suddenly he thought about calling her but deep inside he knew she wouldn’t answer, so he decided to call his sister instead. She was younger than him but much wiser.

- Hi - She picked up her phone with a low voice.

- I’m already in LA, can we catch up? - He asked her.

- Wow, what happened? I didn't expect you here until next week! - Kelly said with evident surprise in her voice.

- Nothing happened, why would it? I just wanted to come back early to have some rest before the tour starts again - Josh said.

- Sure? I know you.

- Damn, Kelly, can you come or not? - Josh said frustrated; there was something about siblings that couldn’t hide anything from each other.

- Well, not right now, I'm at Anastasia's place and we are about to have some girl time and drink mimosas.

- Wow I didn't know you were that close to her.

- I know what happened between you two but she is so nice, Josh, and I don't have a lot of girlfriends and sometimes I need them. I really like her. Does it bother you?

- No, it’s OK - He said, not really convinced of his words but he couldn’t keep Kelly from having any friends she wanted even if it was Anastasia - Talk to you later, then.

- Sure, bye!

She hung up before he could say goodbye. He wasn't sure how to feel about this, about Kelly being friends with his ex-girlfriend, an ex-girlfriend he couldn’t get out of his head yet. He started to wander around his house. He walked to the living room, his kitchen, his backyard… Every place had a memory attached to Anastasia. He swore he could still smell her essence. He saw her lying in his couch, sitting at the backyard, cooking something in his kitchen, even though cooking wasn’t her forte.

He needed to get out of there so he called Eric, the only one who knew everything and had a glimpse at Anastasia's version too.

- Dude! - Josh said when Eric picked up his phone.

- What’s up? Are you back in LA? - Eric asked.

- How do you know? - Josh asked back.

- I sensed it! - Josh laughed.

- Are you busy right now?

- Not at all, Hannah is at Anastasia's house having a girl's afternoon, whatever that is.

- Guess she's gonna be part of my friend's group, huh?

- Anastasia was part of your friend's group way before you two were together - Eric laughed.

- Do you want to go to the bar down the street? - Josh asked - The usual place? - The two lived near each other and that sport bar had became an usual place for them to have good nights and they could come back drunk after walking home.

- See you there in 30! - Eric said and hung up.

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- Josh! You fucked it up big time! - Eric said while drinking a pint of Irish beer.

- I know, believe me, I know - Josh said drinking his beer.

- The bad thing is that once Anastasia is over you, it’s over! - Eric said, making emphasis in the last "over" - There's no turning back at that point.

- I made my decision and I have to live with it - Josh said, showing the sadness in his eyes.

Eric just confirmed what Josh was already thinking, if Anastasia forgot about him it was over. He knew her, he knew so well, after New York she probably wasn’t thinking about him anymore. She was so angry in that elevator and at the Madison Square Garden, and even in that state she gave such amazing performances, he watched them all partly because he wanted to see her and the way she moved on stage, and partly because Lauren was a big fan… How ironic!

He got really drunk that night, it was a good way to forget everything. Reality hit him next morning and it was hard for him to even open his eyes so he decided to sleep in the whole day and the next one too. Then he woke up feeling disoriented. He walked to his kitchen to have a bite of something, anything; he realized that his fridge was empty and then thought of calling Anastasia to go and grab some food, and he stopped sharp, his mind had to get rid of all the things he used to do with her. He felt so stupid. He wanted to be with her but couldn’t, he was with Lauren now and his brain needed to stick to that.

Days passed by and now it was time to go back to touring. Josh was excited; he’d be getting to see Anastasia every day again, but he was scared because she never answered his text and the two hadn’t spoken since New York, she probably hated him and he knew it was his fault.

As a magical move from the Universe, the first person he ran into when he arrived to the Staples Center that morning was Anastasia. She was wearing a t-shirt with the phrase “There is a light that never goes out”, she even liked The Smiths, how more perfect could she be? He admitted to himself that it was a much better t-shirt that the one she wore in New York with the words “Players only love you when they’re playing”. He knew how much she liked Fleetwood but he was also aware that it was a message for him. He got really angry when he saw her wearing it; he wasn’t a player, he didn’t play with her! He broke up with her because he didn’t want to hurt her.

Anastasia walked by without even looking at him once. He was devastated, so he ran to his dressing room to set everything to get ready for that night. He was happy to play at the Staples, though. Playing in Los Angeles had always felt special to him no matter if it was for twenty people or twenty thousand, LA was home and he embraced it, besides, some friends and family were going to join him there. After a couple of hours at the dressing room he decided to take a walk around the venue, he liked to do that, it helped him to start catching the energy of the place; he gave a few steps and ran into another person he actually didn’t want to face: Mark, Anastasia’s brother.

He met Mark years ago at a New York bar when he was touring with Gnarls Barkley, Mark was a DJ at the place and Josh was there with Eric and Clint having some drinks. Josh was amazed by the mix of rhythms and sounds Mark was throwing that night so they started to talk and a great friendship developed when they went back to Los Angeles. Funny how life joined them again.

- Man! – Mark was the first to talk.

- Hey! – Was all Josh could say.

- How’s everything? – Mark asked.

- Well… you know. Trying to carry on – It was an awkward way to reply to that, and Josh knew it.

- I can imagine – Mark said realizing it was an uncomfortable situation.

- I’m a little bit nervous about tonight, to be honest – Josh tried to carry the conversation.

- You? Nervous? Yeah, right. You have played so many shows, Klinghoffer!

- Yeah, but, you know. It’s home.

- Are you sure you aren’t nervous by a certain Truman?

“Does everybody have to mention her?” Josh asked himself.

- Yeah, about that…

- Don’t worry, Josh. It’s not me you have to give explanations to – Mark said and Josh was shocked by his laid back reaction – You’re still my friend – It was nice to hear that.

- Is she alright with that? – He had to ask.

- Anastasia is a very mature woman – Mark laughed – She knows you are on her circle and yes, she is OK with it.

- Everything feels weird right now – Josh said looking at the floor.

- I can imagine – Mark said – You look confused and I understand that. I was confused once about Stephanie and look at me now, I’m going to ask her to marry me.

- What?! – Josh said shocked and couldn’t hide the smile.

- You are the first to know, actually. Don’t tell my sister, that would be something she won’t forgive me for.

- Man, I’m so happy! – Josh hugged Mark – And don’t worry, I won’t tell her. We aren’t communicating much right now.

Josh was happy for Mark, indeed, but it was a low blow. A good percentage of his friends were married by then or had babies and he felt left behind. He wanted that, a family he could go back to after the touring madness but now, more than ever, he was far from that. Anastasia was very clear she didn’t want children anytime soon and that was another thing that made him walk away from her. On the other hand, Lauren wasn’t going to give him a child soon neither, she was so, so, so young and starting her career. But, to be honest, he didn’t want Lauren to be the mother of his kids; she could barely take care of herself. That place belonged and still belongs to Anastasia in his heart, until his mind decided it was time to move on or until he met someone else, which was going to be really hard since he kept comparing every woman to her.

Josh saw Anastasia again, and this time she saw him too, so he walked up to her without even thinking about it. It was like if his legs knew exactly where to go. She was alone, wandering around the venue too because she also like to catch the vibe of the place before a show, they were so alike. She got nervous, he could tell, he knew her so well; he was nervous too, more than he would like to admit; it was like every time he ran into her in the past, at a party or event, she always made him feel nervous but in the good sense.

- Hi! – She said without hesitating.

- How are you? – Josh asked smiling.

- I’m a wreck right now, I never thought I would sing in a sold out Staples Center – She said scratching her left arm with her right hand and he noticed something different.

- Look at that! – He said – New tattoos! – They made her look even better.

- Oh, yeah – She showed them to him. He first saw the two circles that belonged to the Dead Curse logo, and then she showed him the little heart on her ring finger – This is for Mandy – She clarified before he could even ask.

- They are amazing! – Josh couldn’t stop smiling, looking like a maniac – And the heart is extremely cute.

- Mandy got one too, but her heart is blue – She was hardly looking at him.

- You two are crazy! I like your t-shirt too! – He was running out of conversation topics but he didn’t want to let her go.

- Oh, thanks – She said looking at the t-shirt and then at him. He could see her eyes and the world stopped spinning for those seconds: How much he loved those giant turquoise eyes. He loved to get lost in them just like he was now… But she took him out of his reverie with only a few words.

- I’ve got to go – She said and she turned and left him there standing, alone again.

Josh couldn’t speak to An again neither that day nor the next. But he could watch her splashing sensuality and elegance on stage, breaking the silence with her melodious and powerful voice. She was wearing a long purple Lakers t-shirt with embroidered fishnet stockings and some black vans. Her stage outfit choices were always diverse and you never knew what she was going to wear but she always managed to look amazing on them. The second night she chose a black light short dress with dark blue thigh-high boots, seeing her in those boots always drove him crazy and that night wasn’t the exception. She even played guitar in some songs and then he remembered, Anastasia’s birthday gift, it was something he sent to be custom made for her last December and now he didn’t know what to do with it.

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