#everything will be alright??? righttt!!!

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I don’t know bout you 🤷🏻‍♀️ but I’m feeling 22!!

(I’m officially the age I always wanted to be ever since Red came out)

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alright alright OKAY i was wrong i'll do the apology dance crowley actually looks good in job

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AGAINST THE TIDE: PART NINE

paige x azzi

word count: 6.4k

A/N: Alright I’m feeling much better and I’m no longer losing my shit after CD said she wouldn’t call it an injury 🙂‍↕️. Here’s the next chapter! It’s a little rough at the beginning but just get through it trust me . Please leave live reacts if you can, I need a little extra motivation today 😭

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October 2022

For weeks after their argument, Paige kept her word. She stayed true to her role as Azzi’s best friend and was there anytime the younger girl needed her, it didn’t matter what she was doing, she was there. She did make Azzi stop coming with her to physical therapy though, and Nika had stepped in to take her place. Physical therapy always got a little too intimate when they’d ask whoever accompanied Paige to push on her knee and Paige knew that she and Azzi couldn’t handle that right now. They still spent time together–Paige helping Azzi in the gym here and there, texting during the day, hanging out sporadically, studying–but everything had changed. There were clear lines now. They didn’t flirt, they didn’t touch in ways that meant anything more than friendship. It was as though they were back to where they started, but it was painfully different.

Paige had started hanging out more with Ice, the freshman who quickly became a source of amusement for her. Ice's humor was dry and a little corny, and Paige found herself genuinely laughing more than she had since her and Azzi ended things. If that’s what you would call it. But even with Ice’s company, there were still moments when she couldn’t help but think about Azzi. It wasn’t that she didn’t love their friendship now, but it didn’t fill the large space Azzi once occupied when they were clearly more than friends.

Ice leaned back in her chair, her expression one of pure disbelief. “That’s bullshit. I refuse to believe there was a point when you and Azzi didn’t like each other.”

Paige chuckled, shaking her head. “I swear, we couldn’t stand each other. Every little thing she did annoyed me and she hated me honestly.”

Ice raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And now look at you, a full-blown simp. How the tables have turned.”

Paige rolled her eyes, though a grin tugged at her lips. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”

“So how’d you two even get past that?” Ice asked, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. “Like, how’d you go from ‘can’t stand each other’ to…” she gestured vaguely, “this?”

Paige’s laugh softened, and she shrugged. “The gym, mostly. We kinda connected over basketball first. That was the one thing we could agree on. At first, we only talked about basketball—nothing else. But once we built a decent foundation of not wanting to kill each other every two seconds, we started hanging out more. It just…happened from there.”

Ice nodded thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Why don’t you just do that again this time then?”

Paige gave her a look. “We don’t need to build a foundation, Ice. She’s still my best friend.”

“Righttt,” Ice said, dragging out the word with heavy sarcasm. “Your best friend that you’re in love with, and you haven’t seen in like five days.”

Paige rolled her eyes again, though a faint blush crept up her cheeks. “We text.”

Ice snorted. “That’s not the same, and you know it.”

Paige shrugged again, a small smile playing on her lips. “It’s just… a little hard to be around each other sometimes now.”

Ice narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Why?”

Paige didn’t answer, but the grin on her face grew wider, her expression practically glowing with unspoken thoughts.

Ice groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. “Ew, dude. You’re disgusting.”

Paige just laughed, grabbing a basketball nearby and bouncing it lightly off Ice’s arm. “Shut up.”

But as the laughter faded, Paige’s expression softened, her smile dimming into something more thoughtful. “Honestly though, Azzi just needs some space from me to figure things out, and I’m trying to give her that.”

Ice tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Space for what?”

Paige hesitated, her fingers idly spinning the basketball in her lap. She glanced away briefly before answering, her tone careful and measured. “She has a lot of internal things to figure out before she can even think about being with me. I realized it a while ago but I don’t know if she has.”

Ice’s brow furrowed, but she nodded slowly. “That sounds… rough.”

“It is,” Paige admitted, her voice quieter now. “But she’s worth it. So I’m giving her what she needs.”

Ice studied her for a moment, then leaned back with a small smile. “Damn P, you really love her, huh?”

Paige didn’t even flinch. She met Ice’s gaze, a soft but unwavering certainty in her eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

Ice smirked, her teasing tone returning. “You’re still a simp, though.”

Paige groaned, chucking the basketball at her again, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Shut up, Ice.”

November 2022

The next month was much harder than Paige thought it would be. Between missing Azzi and being sidelined by her injury and not being able to start the season with the team, she felt like she was drowning most days. Basketball, her usual escape, was no longer an option. Instead, she found herself in the gym, not to work out but to just sit in the silence, wishing she could push her body for hours on end. But eventually she’d get too frustrated when all she could do was shoot a few flat footed shots and she'd just let herself cry in the empty gym until she didn’t have any more energy. Other times, she’d just sit in her car, staring ahead, trying to calm her thoughts. More than once, she ended up sick at the sight of the back seat—a painful reminder of what, and who, was missing.

Azzi wasn’t doing much better. She’d become a mirror of who Paige used to be, burying herself in the gym day and night, trying to outrun her thoughts. Paige was still there for her, though, which made Azzi feel like even more of an ass, having somebody as sweet as Paige, just waiting for her to get her shit together. When things were a little too hard and Azzi would come to her door with tear stained eyes in the middle of the night Paige always let her in, let her talk about whatever she needed to or just sleep. The first time it happened was a random Tuesday at 3am.

Azzi’s knocks were gentle and tentative at first but it was enough for Paige to stir, her mind still fuzzy from sleep as the knock came again, a little louder this time. She groggily threw off her blanket and shuffled to the door, blinking against the dim hallway light cascading from the bottom of the door.

When she opened it, Azzi stood there, her mascara streaked down her cheeks, her eyes red and swollen, as though the weight of the world had poured out of her. There were no words, no explanations, just a look that said everything, Paige didn’t ask, she just stepped aside, letting Azzi into the warmth of the room. Azzi’s shoulders were trembling, but she didn’t speak, her chest rising and falling in slow uneven breaths. Paige closed the door softly behind her, then walked back to her bed, sinking back into the mattress where Azzi now laid, holding one of Paige’s pillows close.

Paige reached over, draping her arm against Azzi’s torso as she pulled her closer but not quite cuddling her. Just enough to let Azzi know she wasn’t alone as Paige’s eyes fluttered shut drifting back to sleep.

After that night Paige couldn’t imagine not being there for Azzi, knowing what she was struggling with. But things weren’t the same. They didn’t text everyday anymore, and their hangouts had all but stopped after it became clear that they didn’t really know how to be just friends anymore. The space between them, once so easy to close, now felt like an endless stretch.

Azzi blamed herself for what happened between them. She was constantly fighting an internal battle that seemed like a losing game. One part of her knew exactly how she felt about Paige, knew she wanted the older girl more than anything. The other half was a constant pull against this thought process. The part of her brain that was telling her she wasn’t the type of person who takes risks like this, she didn’t gamble her future that she had worked so hard for. Constantly in her own ear telling herself she had every right to be scared.

Now, Paige sat alone in the empty gym, her legs stretched out in front of her, a basketball resting at her feet. She knew she couldn’t play much, just dribble around and shoot here and there, so she came here to think, to feel some semblance of peace. The quiet of the gym was comforting, even if it couldn’t heal what was broken, only Azzi could do that.

The sound of the door opening broke the silence. Paige glanced up to see Azzi standing there, her figure framed by the dim gym lights. Azzi paused, stuck in the doorway. The sight of Paige, lost in thought, felt all too familiar, stirring memories of another time they’d both hesitated to bridge the distance between them.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, both caught in a whirlwind of emotions and memories. Paige chuckled softly at the irony, breaking the tension, and nudged the ball with her foot, sending it rolling toward Azzi.

Azzi’s lips curved into a small smile as she stepped inside, picking up the ball. She hesitated again, glancing at Paige, before making her way over. She sat down beside her but left enough space between them to keep the air light, uncertain. Neither of them spoke right away, the quiet wrapping around them like a truce.

Paige was the first to break the silence, her voice cutting through the stillness. “You played like shit last game.”

Azzi blinked, then burst out laughing, the unexpectedness of Paige’s comment catching her off guard. “Shit is an understatement,” she admitted, shaking her head.

Paige smirked, leaning back slightly. “What’d you come here to work on?”

Azzi shrugged, a noncommittal gesture. “Anything, I guess.”

Paige hummed thoughtfully as she got to her feet, grabbing the ball. Ice’s words from October echoing in her mind now. She spun the ball between her hands, glancing at Azzi. “Why you been taking so long to shoot lately?”

Azzi crossed her arms, tilting her head. “The passes are all over the place,” she said simply. “I got used to you hitting me in stride so it’s a big adjustment.”

Paige paused, nodding as she processed Azzi’s words. There was a quiet understanding in the air—an acknowledgment of how much they relied on each other, on and off the court.

By now, Azzi had stood up, her eyes tracking the ball as Paige passed it casually between her hands. Paige grinned. “Let’s work on it.”

Azzi raised a brow, confused. “Work on what?”

Paige laughed, her grin widening. “I’m about to throw you some of the worst passes of your life, and you’re gonna work on shooting without taking too much time to adjust the ball.”

Azzi couldn’t help but laugh at that, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, but her feet were already carrying her toward the court.

Before they began, Azzi paused and looked at Paige. “I miss you,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of everything left unsaid between them.

Paige’s expression softened, and a small, genuine smile spread across her face. “I miss you too, Az,” she replied, her tone equally tender. Then, without missing a beat, she threw Azzi an intentionally terrible pass, the ball veering off to the side.

Azzi barely managed to catch it, quickly gathering herself for the shot, but the ball clanged off the rim.

Paige smirked. “Not bad. Now do it faster and try making it next time.”

Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at her lips. They fell into an easy rhythm after that, Paige throwing increasingly awful passes, and Azzi working to shoot without hesitation. Laughter echoed through the gym when the passes were too bad to catch, blending with the rhythmic sound of the ball hitting the hardwood.

For the first time in a long time, it felt like they were back in sync—no words needed, just the game and each other.

The rhythm they had fallen into was effortless, the sound of Azzi’s playlist flowing through the speakers now as they worked on her shot. Laughter occasionally filled the gym, the tension from the past weeks melting away with every pass and shot.

That is, until the music cut off, replaced by the ring of an incoming call.

Azzi, mid-dribble, glanced toward her phone sitting on the floor. “Can you check who it is?” she asked Paige, who was closer.

Paige hesitated for a moment before walking over. She glanced at the screen, the name flashing boldly. Her jaw tightened ever so slightly, but it was enough for Azzi to notice. Paige cleared her throat. “Somebody named Elle,” she said, her tone a little too neutral.

Azzi didn’t miss the shift in Paige’s posture or the way her eyes flicked away from the phone. She didn’t need Paige to say anything; she could see the wheels turning in her head.

“It’s not what you think, Paige,” Azzi said, her voice firm but gentle.

Paige shook her head, brushing it off with a forced smile. “No, Azzi, you don’t have to explain—”

“Paige,” Azzi cut her off, stepping closer. “She’s my partner for a project. That’s it.”

Paige looked down, her fingers grazing the edge of her shirt. “It’s fine if it was something else you know,” she said softly, though the words felt hollow even to her.

“No, it isn’t,” Azzi said firmly, her voice leaving no room for doubt in Paige’s mind. “It isn’t fine because I don’t want anybody else. I only want you, Paige. I’ve told you that, and I mean it.”

Paige’s shoulders sagged slightly, guilt flashing across her face. “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I know it’s not really my place.”

Azzi stepped even closer, her eyes searching Paige’s. “It is your place,” she said, her voice softer now. “So you don’t need to apologize.”

Paige glanced at her, caught in the sincerity of Azzi’s gaze. The tension in the air softened, the weight between them shifting back into something warm and steady.

“Okay,” Paige finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Azzi nodded, giving her a small smile. “Good. Now come back over here—I’m not done getting used to these terrible passes.”

Paige chuckled despite herself, picking up the ball. And just like that, they found their rhythm again, though the words exchanged lingered, a quiet reassurance binding them closer.

After finishing up in the gym, both of them grabbed their things and headed out. Paige made her way toward her car, expecting Azzi to follow. But when she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Azzi strolling casually along the sidewalk.

Paige frowned, stopping in her tracks. “What are you doing?” she called out.

Azzi glanced back with a small shrug. “I didn’t drive.”

Paige’s eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of offense and exasperation flashing across her face. “You thought I was going to let you walk?” she said, her tone incredulous.

Azzi chuckled but didn’t respond, her smile widening as Paige simply muttered, “Unbelievable.”

With a grin, Azzi turned and walked toward Paige’s car. Paige muttered under her breath the whole time, just loud enough for Azzi to hear. “She’s gotta be crazy. Can’t believe she thought I’d let her walk. Who does she think I am?”

When they reached the car, Paige yanked open the passenger door, motioning for Azzi to get in. Azzi stepped in with a laugh, and Paige shut the door with more force than necessary, her irritation over something so small almost comical.

By the time Paige slid into the driver’s seat, Azzi was grinning at her. “I miss how dramatic you are,” she teased, still laughing softly.

Paige shot her a glare as she started the car. “You give me a fucking headache Azzi,” she said, but there was no bite to her words.

When they arrived back at the dorms, Paige’s suite came up first. She slowed to a stop, slinging her bag over her shoulder and turning toward Azzi.

“Night,” Paige said, already halfway to the door.

Azzi nodded but didn’t keep walking. “Paige,” she called, her voice stopping Paige in her tracks.

Paige turned back, raising an eyebrow slightly, her curiosity piqued. “Yeah?”

Azzi hesitated for a moment, then smiled softly. “I’ve been thinking…can we maybe talk tomorrow?”

Paige blinked, her confusion evident, but she nodded. “Yeah… of course,” she said, her tone cautious.

Azzi’s smile widened a little , though she didn’t offer any explanation. “I’ll text you,” she said simply.

Paige gave her a small smile in return. “Okay. Goodnight, Az.”

“Goodnight, P,” Azzi replied, her voice quiet but warm as she turned to walk toward her own suite.

Paige lingered for a second, watching Azzi’s retreating figure, her mind swirling with questions. Finally, she shook her head and headed inside, her thoughts lingering on the way Azzi had looked at her just now.

…

The next day, around 1 PM, Paige’s phone buzzed with a text from Azzi.

💗: You hungry? Let’s grab some food

Paige smiled at the message, typing a quick reply.

P 💗: Yeah that works for me

It didn’t take long for Azzi to reply.

💗: We’re taking my car.

Paige frowned slightly, shooting back a quick question mark.

P 💗: ?

The response came almost immediately.

💗: I almost threw up in your car yesterday when Steve Lacy came on

Paige let out a loud laugh, immediately understanding what Azzi was referring to as she had her own struggles being in there sometimes. She shook her head, typing back with a smirk.

P 💗: That’s dramatic, even for you

Azzi’s reply was short but effective.

💗: Not taking any chances

Still chuckling, Paige grabbed her things, her mood lighter than it had been in days. Azzi always had a way of pulling her out of her head, even with something as simple as sending a few texts.

They sat down at a corner table, the comforting hum of the restaurant around them as they ate their Chipotle bowls. The familiar, easy chatter filled the space between them yesterday being what they needed to return to the natural rhythm of their friendship, the laughter, and the simple joy of each other's company.

But, as the conversation slowly died down, Azzi looked at Paige, her expression shifting slightly.

“I want us to start over,” Azzi said quietly, her voice soft but serious.

Paige blinked, furrowing her brow. “Start over? What do you mean?”

Azzi took a deep breath, clearly trying to find the right words. “I want us to try this again, but—” she paused, trying to make sure she found the right words. “I want us to do it the right way this time.”

Paige tilted her head, her confusion evident but her tone gentle with Azzi like always. “Azzi, what are you saying?”

Azzi’s gaze was unwavering as she leaned forward slightly, the space between them feeling more intimate. “I want us to date, Paige,” she said, her voice steady.

Paige’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment before a soft, teasing smile tugged at her lips. “So... you want to be my girlfriend now?”

Azzi hesitated, her fingers tapping gently against the edge of the table. “No…at least not yet,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I want us to go on dates and test the waters. We did things the wrong way, and I want to fix it.”

Paige’s eyes softened as a slow smile began to form on her lips. She leaned forward slightly, clearly proud of Azzi. “Tell me more about it.”

Azzi smiled at the shift in Paige’s expression, the spark of curiosity now in her eyes. “We can go on dates,” Azzi continued, her voice steady as she outlined her plan she thought a lot about. “But I’m not going to let you kiss me until we have a few dates. And we’re not going to have sex for a while, or we’re going to at least try really hard not to. I want us to get to know each other as two people dating, not just best friends who happen to be doing this.”

Paige nodded, as she listened to her. She hadn’t expected Azzi to say something like this when she asked her to lunch today, but it made sense for her. It was a different approach, one that felt like it had the potential to be something more controlled. Something more grounded. Which is exactly what Azzi needed.

“So, where’s this coming from?” Paige asked, her voice low with curiosity but also a touch of tenderness. “I thought you were—”

Azzi cut her off, her gaze soft but unwavering. “Despite what you think, Paige,” she said quietly, “I’m in love with you. These past few weeks have done nothing but show me that. I’m still scared as hell, but I want to at least try.”

Paige swallowed, her heart beating a little faster at the sincerity in Azzi’s voice. She really hadn’t expected this, she expected Azzi to try to mend their friendship, try to get back to their usual routine of hanging out. But the more Paige thought about it she understood. Azzi was always so detailed and plan oriented. She always needed steps and checkpoints to ease her mind, to let her see the progress she was making.

“I’m not asking for anything,” Azzi continued, her voice a little shaky now that Paige hadn’t said much. “I just want to start fresh. I want us to really try.”

Paige leaned back slightly, her arms folded across her chest as she processed Azzi’s words. The weight of everything that had been said, everything that had been left unsaid, hung heavily in the air. She couldn’t help but hesitate, uncertainty creeping in despite the hope in her chest.

“How do I know you’re not just going to change your mind again?” Paige asked, her voice quiet. She wanted to believe Azzi, wanted to dive into this with her, but it was hard to shake that lingering fear of being hurt again.

Azzi didn’t flinch at the question. She just looked at Paige, with a calmness that her voice conveyed when she answered. “You don’t,” she said simply. “That’s the thing I had to get over. We don’t really know what’s going to happen. That’s been my fear this whole time. Not knowing. Not being in control of it. But we never know what’s going to happen at any point in life so.”

Paige’s gaze softened, and she nodded slowly, taking in what Azzi was saying. But Azzi wasn’t done, and she shifted slightly, her hands in her lap as she continued.

“I was talking to my mom the other day,” Azzi began, her voice quieter now, but still with a hint of vulnerability. “And she tried to make me laugh by asking who shat in my breakfast. But honestly, it just made me cry more than anything.”

Paige couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing exactly how Katie could be. “Figures,” she said with a soft smile, her heart lifting slightly at the mention of Azzi’s mom.

Azzi smiled too, but the smile was fleeting, and the seriousness returned quickly. “Yeah. But... I told her everything that’s been going on. All of it. How I feel about you. About us.” She paused, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. “Some parts of the story shocked her, honestly. I thought she was going to yell at me, but she didn’t. She just listened.”

Paige’s eyes widened a little, a surprise settling in her chest. She hadn’t expected that. For Azzi to talk to her mom about them already? It was a huge step. It made her heart skip a little—an odd mix of pride and tenderness swelling inside her knowing Azzi had come out to her mom.

“How... how did it go?” Paige asked softly, unsure of how to phrase the question but needing to know. She could sense how much this conversation had meant to Azzi.

Azzi’s lips curved into a small, reassuring smile. “It was fine. Perfectly fine, actually,” she said, her voice steady now. “I thought it was going to be hard, but... she already kind of knew. I mean, she’s not blind. She said she could tell something was going on, especially with how much time you spend at our place whenever we’re on break. She thought it was pretty obvious.”

Paige blinked in surprise. She hadn’t thought Katie would pick up on that. “Really?”

Azzi nodded, her gaze soft but thoughtful. “Yeah. She’s always been good at reading me, even when I’m not saying anything. We were talking for a while after I explained everything... she said something that kinda struck a nerve.” Azzi’s voice lowered again, a little more humor to it. “She was explaining some stupid metaphor that I could never understand, and she said life is all about taking chances. Usually, the best ones—the ones that really matter—are the ones that scare us the most.”

Azzi’s eyes met Paige’s, and there was something raw, something real, in the way she looked at her. “And you scare the hell out of me, Paige,” she said quietly, her words filled with sincerity. “So that’s exactly why I can’t just let us pass by. I can’t keep living in the ‘what ifs.’ I’ve been too afraid, and I’m tired of being afraid.”

Finally, Paige let out a deep breath and reached across the table, her hand finding Azzi’s with a gentle squeeze. “I’m scared too,” Paige admitted softly.

Azzi’s eyes softened, and she squeezed Paige’s hand in return, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not asking for anything more than what I said. I just want to try, Paige. I want us to take it slow, to get to know each other again and see where it goes.”

Paige’s smile was small but genuine, her heart fluttering at the thought of what could be. “Okay. We’ll try,” she said, the words feeling right. “We’ll take it slow.”

Azzi’s smile mirrored hers, though it was still laced with vulnerability.

…

This is how, a few days later, Paige and Azzi were on their first date.

Azzi had initially tried to take the reins, attempting to plan every detail, but Paige quickly vetoed the idea, claiming she’d been waiting for months to make this happen. Azzi didn’t even try to argue with that logic.

Now, they were on their way to a mystery destination Paige refused to disclose, with music filling the car. The ride was easy, lighthearted, and full of laughter—until Azzi reached out and skipped another Steve Lacy song.

Paige couldn’t help but laugh, glancing over at her. “What? Are we never listening to the album again?”

Azzi shot her a glare but couldn’t entirely hide the amused glint in her eyes. “Not for a long time, we’re not,” she retorted firmly, her voice dripping with mocking distress.

Paige only chuckled as they pulled into a parking lot. Azzi’s curiosity grew as she turned her attention ahead, her brow furrowing slightly until recognition dawned. Her lips curved into a wide grin.

“You brought me to the fair?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

Paige glanced at her, her own smile soft but proud. “Yeah. Dinner’s boring,” she said simply, shrugging as if it was the most obvious decision in the world.

Azzi laughed, her eyes sparkling as she shook her head. “Of course you’d think that.”

Paige leaned back in her seat, looking out at the glowing lights of the fairground. “Come on, big head,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt.

…

Their date was going amazingly. Azzi, naturally, made Paige get her a funnel cake, ignoring Paige’s protests as she tore off a piece and practically forced it into Paige’s mouth. Paige grumbled but couldn’t hide the smile tugging at her lips.

As the night went on, it became obvious that Paige was annoyingly good at everything. Every time Azzi swore Paige was about to lose a game, Paige proved her wrong. Neither of them wanted any of the prizes, so Paige made a habit of giving them away, handing stuffed animals and trinkets to random kids. The two of them would watch as the kids ran off, bouncing with excitement, leaving Azzi shaking her head at how effortlessly charming Paige could be with all ages.

Now, they were strolling through the fair, Paige’s arm casually draped over Azzi’s shoulder while Azzi leaned into her side, the warmth of the moment wrapping around them like the glowing lights of the fairground. But their quiet bubble burst when a small fan recognized Paige.

The fan approached cautiously, smiling nervously. “Hey, Paige, can I get a quick picture?”

Paige offered a warm smile. “Of course.”

After the fan snapped a picture with Paige, they hesitated before turning to Azzi. “Um, can I get one with you too Azzi?”

Azzi blinked in surprise before smiling and nodding. “Sure.”

Once the pictures were taken and the fan left with a cheerful wave, Paige’s attention shifted, her eyes catching sight of something in the distance. “Oh my god,” she muttered, her face lighting up as she grabbed Azzi’s hand.

“What?” Azzi asked, laughing at Paige’s sudden enthusiasm.

Paige didn’t answer, pulling her toward the basketball booth, where a massive Olaf stuffed animal sat on display. “It’s too good to be true,” she said, practically bouncing with excitement.

When they reached the booth, Paige handed the worker some tickets. He explained the rules, telling her she needed to make three out of five shots to win. Paige nodded and stepped up to the line drawn on the concrete.

But the worker held up a hand. “Nah, I know who you are. You gotta scoot back,” he said with a grin.

Paige laughed, stepping back as Azzi chuckled beside her. “Uh oh, the pressures on now,” Azzi teased.

Paige made the first four shots with ridiculous ease, defying the odds of the notoriously rigged carnival game. As she took her time with each shot a small crowd had gathered to watch her, but Paige was unfazed.

The worker let her take the fifth shot just for fun, even though she’d already won. Azzi, standing to the side, couldn’t resist teasing her. “You’re such a show-off,” she said, crossing her arms with a smirk.

Paige, knowing full well Azzi secretly loved it, grinned as she lined up the last shot. Without breaking eye contact with Azzi, she released the ball. The ball going in.

Azzi rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a laugh. “You’re irritating.”

Paige strolled over to the worker, who handed her the massive Olaf. Without hesitation, Paige turned and placed it into Azzi’s arms.

“This one’s yours,” Paige said with a confident grin.

Azzi looked down at the stuffed Olaf and then back at Paige, her expression softening. “You’re cute, you know that?”

Paige just smiled at her, as she felt a tap on her lower back seeing a little girl with a huge smile on her face.

After Paige and Azzi finished taking pictures with a few fans who had crowded around to watch Paige play the game, she and Azzi resumed walking through the fairground, their steps in sync. Paige’s arm once again draped casually over Azzi’s shoulder, the familiar, comforting ease of their connection returning.

They walked in silence for a few moments, but the air between them was full of understanding. They didn’t need to fill every moment with words—just the presence of each other was enough.

When they reached the car, Paige opened the door for Azzi like always. Azzi smiled, appreciating the gesture every time Paige does it, before sliding into the passenger seat. Paige walked around the front of the car, slipping into the driver’s side. She took a moment to glance over at Azzi, who was still holding the Olaf stuffie, her eyes soft but smiling.

Paige gave a small smirk as she started the engine, teasing, “You’re actually keeping it, huh?”

Azzi rolled her eyes playfully, adjusting the stuffed Olaf on her lap. “Yes, it’s Olaf. I’m keeping it.”

Paige laughed, shaking her head as she pulled out of the parking lot. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence between them as they drove off towards UConn, the glow of the fair behind them, leaving only the warmth of the moment to hold onto.

…

Long after Paige had “dropped” Azzi off following their first date, she found herself wandering into the gym. She wasn’t entirely sure why, but something about the court always drew her in. Spotting Azzi on the court dribbling, Paige couldn’t help but chuckle softly to herself.

Azzi noticed her almost immediately, stopping mid-dribble with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

Paige smirked, walking further onto the court. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Azzi shrugged as Paige closed the distance, casually swatting the ball out of her hand. Azzi laughed, shaking her head. “Ah, there’s my annoying best friend.”

Paige laughed along, saying. “Ahh, so I’m ���best friend Paige’ right now, huh?”

Azzi nodded, still grinning.

Paige raised an eyebrow, tilting her head dramatically. “Okay then, tell me something. I heard you went on a date tonight.”

Azzi chuckled at Paige’s antics, her laughter light and easy. “I did.”

Paige dribbled the ball a few times, casually lining up a close-range shot. “How was it?”

Azzi tilted her head, pretending to consider it. “Ehh I was a little nervous at first, but I actually loved it.”

Paige glanced at her with a playful smirk. “Nervous? Why were you nervous?”

Azzi’s gaze softened as she shrugged, her voice quieter. “You know why.”

Paige arched an eyebrow, her voice teasing. “Humor me.”

Instead of answering directly, Azzi pivoted the conversation. “I went on some dates when we weren’t talking, like you suggested.���

Paige paused mid-dribble, her curiosity piqued. “You did?”

Azzi nodded, fidgeting with her hands. “Yeah... with girls.”

Paige hummed at this as she resumed dribbling, her voice casual but interested. “How were they?”

Azzi shrugged, her expression thoughtful. “They were okay. It’s not like I was trying to figure out feelings for them... more so to figure out myself.”

Paige nodded, her gaze softening with a soft smile. “And?”

Azzi smiled faintly, her tone more serious now. “They helped. The conversation with my mom I was telling you about? A whole lot easier after that.”

Paige paused her dribbling to smile at Azzi, her voice full of warmth. “I’m proud of you, Az.”

Azzi’s lips curled into a small, grateful smile, the sincerity of Paige’s words lingering in the air.

Azzi met Paige’s gaze, her tone playful yet sincere. “There’s a little more attention that comes with going on a date with Connecticut’s version of Jesus though.”

Paige burst out laughing, tossing the ball softly at Azzi, who caught it with a grin.

Azzi continued, her voice shifting to something more serious. “I was nervous at first because I knew people would recognize us—mostly you. It’s a lot of extra attention.”

Paige nodded, her grin slowly growing as she listened.

Azzi tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “What? Why are you smiling like that?”

Paige leaned casually against the wall, her grin turning a bit smug. “You know I picked the fair on purpose, right?”

Azzi’s brows furrowed. “No...”

Paige smirked, folding her arms. “It’s far enough from campus that we wouldn’t be recognized as much, but it’s also a Thursday, which means there weren’t going to be a lot of teenagers or people our age there. Just a bunch of kids with their parents or older people. People our age would usually go on Fridays or Saturdays.”

Azzi blinked, processing the thoughtfulness behind Paige’s planning.

Paige stepped closer, her voice softening. “I picked today because I knew anyone who approached us would either be a super-excited kid or an old-school basketball fan who wouldn’t care why it was just the two of us there together. I wanted it to be... easier for you.”

Azzi was stunned, her lips parting slightly as she stared at Paige. “You really thought that far ahead?”

Paige shrugged with a casual air, though her gaze was warm. “I know you, Az. I know how hard this is for you.”

Azzi laughed, her tone light again as she tried to hide how much Paige’s words meant to her. “If you knew what I was struggling with the whole time, why’d you let me make it seem like basketball was the only thing stopping me?”

Paige’s smile softened, her voice dropping just enough to convey her sincerity. “Because I needed to give you time. It’s not a realization someone else can process for you.”

The air between them shifted as Paige leaned casually against the wall, her height slightly towering over Azzi with the way they were standing. The space between them grew smaller without either of them noticing.

Azzi tilted her head up to look at Paige, her expression soft. “I miss your eyes,” she said quietly, almost as if the words slipped out without her permission.

Paige chuckled, the sound warm and familiar. “That’s always the first thing you say to me.” Her grin widened, teasing but fond.

Azzi didn’t bother denying it, her gaze unwavering. The weight of her words lingered in the air, pulling them closer in a way that had nothing to do with proximity.

After a moment, Azzi whispered, her tone playful but with a hint of nervousness, “I’m not letting you kiss me.”

Paige’s toothy grin grew, her confidence shining through. “That’s fine.” Her voice was low, carrying just enough to make Azzi’s breath hitch.

But Paige didn’t move away. She stayed close, her presence overwhelming yet comforting, as she just took in Azzi standing in front of her.

Azzi didn’t respond, her lips quirking up just slightly. Instead, she shook her head with a quiet laugh, looking away but refusing to step back.

Paige finally stepped back, breaking the tension with a soft laugh. The sound lingered in the air, as she picked up a basketball and started dribbling casually.

Azzi rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag muttering, “I’m leaving.”

Paige’s laugh grew louder as she called after her, “See you later, princess!”

Azzi didn’t stop or turn around, but a faint smile spread across her face. She lifted her hand and stuck her middle finger up in response, a playful gesture that made Paige laugh even harder as Azzi walked out of the gym.

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ITS BEEN A HARD DAYS NIGHT AND IVE BEEN WORKINGGG LIKE A DOGG ITS BEEN A HARD DAYS NIGHT I SHOULD BE SLEEPING LIKE A LOGGG BUT WHEN I GET HOME TO YOU I FIND THE THINGS THAT YOU DO THEY MAKE ME FEELLLL ALRIGHT WHEN IM HOMMEEEEEE EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE RIGHTTT WHEN IM HOME I FEEL YOU HOLDING ME TIGHTTTT SO TIGHTT

at first i thought this was

“I WORK LIKE A DOG DAY AND NIGHT LIVING OFF OF COFFEE FROM A POT NONE OF YOU WANNA TOUCH”

[lonesomeseafairy]

JUST A SMALL LITTLE GIFT FIC HEHE!!

[ JUST SAYING THIS IS MY THOUGHTS ON RIELLE AND I'M SO SORRY IF I GOT IT WRONG!! ]

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A sincere Thank you

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Rielle, at First, was confused by the Sudden arrival of a Letter to his Dorm. Then followed by Fletcher rushing in with the most Unexpected thing to say:

"Rielle! Someone from Night Raven College has sent a Gift to you!"

Now, Rielle only had one person in Mind who'd know it's his birthday today, And it was Azul, but, considering their past.. It's impossible, so who?

Rielle sighs as he stands up, Going to the Tired male and ruffling his hair. "Alright, Let's see this Gift of mine, hm?" Fletcher nods and the two got out of his room, and Onto the Dorm's lobby.

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When Fletcher pointed at the Gifts, he expected for one of Those to be from the NRC Student, but.. He was proved wrong when Fletcher gestures towards near the Entrance.

There layed a Beautiful Spear, colored in Deep Blues, with it's Blade shining beautifully by the Sun's bask. The staff was Long, so the Blade was Slender and pointed, alongside that, by the Connection of the two layed a Customized brooch, Silver and Metal mixed to create the Main body, with some Pearls on the side, but the Gemstone in the middle was the most Surprising one.

It was a Citrine.

Rielle had his fair share of Knowledge on Gemology, and it's Pyschological meanings.. So, he was quite surprised to see it.

A Citrine stone meant Gratitude, if gifted, it means the Gifter sincerely appreciated their time spent or whatever the Giftee did to recieve such a stone. It meant as a Sincere Thanks, and Rielle felt flattered.

The prince reaches out to touch the Elegant spear- bit was stopped mid-way when he heard Fletcher speak.

"Here was the Attached letter to it, I-I believe it was for you?"

"Really now?"

Rielle takes the Letter and opens it, Maybe this can reveal the Gifter's identity?

"Hello, Rielle,

I hope this was sent in time for your birthday, I'd hate it if it were sent a Day early or late. If it does, then, Happy Birthday, Dear friend"

...Could it be Azul? No, he wouldn't call Rielle a Friend, much less 'Dear friend'

"I have not much to say, so, I'll keep this letter short. I'd simply like to thank you for your Efforts in making me feel welcomed, from during the Student Exchange Program. Truly, I didn't expect to, have a Great time there, I give my deepest Gratitude.

Alongside that, I'd like to thank you for, Aqquainting me, I know we're not Friends yet since I only stayed there for a Week, but, It meant a lot. Whilst most of my Fellow peers were Mostly anti-social or had made harsh interactions, I was amazed by the Service RSA has given, so, truly, I enjoyed my time there.."

Rielle hummed, who was this person? That time from the Exchange Student program...

"Well, That is all I have to say for now, Happiest of Birthdays, Rielle, may your Celebration not falter to show The Love and Care those around you give and you give back.

Sincerly, Othello Spiegel"

Oh! Now it clicked!

That small guy that Rielle met with, the one who was Cold in terms of attitude, but..

Wow, How.. Flattering.

"I-is everything alright, Rielle? What's so funny?" Fletcher asked, confused yet Curios why Rielle suddenly laughed. The merman simply smiles at the Smaller male and snorts.

"Nothing, just.. Just felt like this was a Weird but, Cool gift"

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Meanwhile at NRC...

Othello hummed as they drank their Afternoon tea, appreciating the silence around them as it was the crew' day off from the forge. So, Othello basks in silence.

Countless pearls, carving tools, and a Large chunk of Citrine layed infront of them, their hands, bandaged from Carving metal and silver, but, It was worth it.

They layed back on their Chair, staring outside the Clock tower's window.

"Happy Birthday... Rielle"

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OH MY GOD I HOPE I DID RIELLE RIGHTTT!!

Anyways! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS BABY BOY!! I HOPE HE GETS WHATEVER HE WANTS ON HIS BIRTHDAY!!

It’s my oc Rielle’s birthday today!!! 🧜‍♀️🍴🐚

[yesimwriting]

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do like a short story post or something I wonder how Our General Kirigan would react to a shy reader? Would he tease her? Be frustrated with her? And how would she react? Idk maybe just a thought 😅 I asked you because i really like your writing and I feel like you would really do a good job and I like the way you portray the General. 😊

a/n i have been crying/feeling shitty for the past two days for no reason!! so i thought it might make me feel better to try writing headcanons! i have SO MANY half done requests/fics but as of recently i hate everything that i write!! so i thought i'd work on this request that lends itself to headcanons

also im glad you like my writing :))

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General Kirigan with a shy! reader headcanons:

- First things first, I think how he interacts with someone shy that he sees as a (potential) romantic interest varies per situation. Like generally, he finds the timidness kind of soft which is so different from what he's used to that he finds that aspect kind of endearing.

- He'd never admit that at the beginning, but the more time you spend with him the clearer it becomes to you because of how he acts when you're alone together

- At first, he'd hold onto his usual stoic disposition, but after realizing that at the end of the day your shyness is genuine and not an attempt to seem meek in order to trick people/him he'd begin to tease you about it when you two are alone.

- The first time he makes a comment that's just a little,, kinda-almost suggestive (a comment about how he wonders what it'd be like to be a Heartrender so that he could hear the change in your heartbeat every time you shied away from something) you're too confused to be embarrassed for like two seconds.

- You're basically that meme that's like did I hear that shit righttt??

- So you meet his gaze, and there's absolutely nothing but warm confidence there and you realize that he had in fact,,, said that.

- You hold his gaze for a moment out of protest (which is an incredible feat) and then you have to drop your eyes to the floor. You mumble some comment about how his ability to summon shadows isn't exactly a boring skill.

- Your reaction is so soft,, Kirigan can't help but be endeared even further. Something he wasn't exactly expecting and isn't too thrilled about. He doesn't think being shy makes you weak,, but he's extremely wary about how you're perceived and how people may treat you because of it.

- He doesn't doubt his ability to protect you, but he doesn't want to be distracted,, not with all he has to do.

- Still, he can't help mumble comments whenever there's a brief pause and you two are alone

- Meanwhile, you're starting to notice that now more situations keep coming up when you're left alone with Kirigan?? like he's always in the library when you are, he's always walking in to assess training when you're training and he just so happens to linger until you leave and then he just so happens needs to walk in the same hallway.

- It's a little strange at first,, but you're more horrified by the fact that you're not mad about it than the fact that it's happening. Especially since you know how much joy he gets from getting you flustered. You can see that in that slightly cocky uptilt to his lips whenever you're left gaping at him.

- Why doesn't it bother you?? You try to rationalize it and the only conclusion you can come to is the fact that he's attractive and powerful and even though your face gets hot whenever he talks to you,, there's appeal in those qualities. There's appeal in getting the infamous General to smile.

- Even if it costs you the bit of pride you have.

- You don't get why you're the one he seems to be going out of his way to speak to (maybe when your life is as stressful as his is,, at the end of the day you just want something easy and if he's in the mood to be flirty, you're easy) but you're not mad. You just have to constantly remind yourself to not be foolish enough to think you're the only one he goes out of his way to talk to.

- And as time progresses, you get a little more comfortable with his banter. You stop shying away completely,, which only encourages him to get bolder with his comments.

- Nothing insane,, not yet, just a little more direct.

- It kind of becomes a little game to him,, to see how flustered he can get you with the minimal amount of effort. Every once in awhile, you manage to act normally, but he's quick to shut that down by upping his game just slightly.

- After awhile, it starts to become a game for you too, to see how much of your instincts you can suppress just to take away some of his satisfaction. Only when he's getting a little too smug.

- But that's when y'all are alone...

- When you're surrounded by others, sometimes it feels like you don't even exist to each other. Sometimes that's a lonely feeling for both of you, but each of you is convinced that they're the only one that feels the absence.

- In your defense, you're much more entitled to those feelings because he can literally do whatever he wants. You can't just walk up to the General and do what?? ask him why he hasn't made any suggestive comment in the last couple of hours??

- please that embarrassing!! even if you weren't shy, that would be out of POCKET

- Meanwhile Kirigan is just like being angsty and debating the implications of seeking you out in an environment with so many important people. He could probably manage a minute or two by your side without making anyone suspicious, but the danger in that is that he won't be able to bring himself to leave after those minutes pass him.

- Worse,, he may even find an excuse for both of you to step out into the hall so that he can make his comments and take in your reactions in private.

- It's especially difficult when you have that one strand of hair just slightly out of place,, presenting the perfect excuse for him to just fix it and then drop his hand slowly so that his fingertips can brush the side of your cheek.

- And you're growing tired of the crowds of people you're not comfortable with and you're starting to feel more and more stupid for letting something that was so clearly just a playful distraction mean anything to you.

- But before either of you can succumb to your angsty pinning (cough, cough,, simps) his eyes will find yours from across the room and that's EVERYTHING

- At first, you want to be stiff and look away because it's probably not intentional, but then he gives you that little smirk. And then you feel stupid for ever doubting that you two at least have some kind of friendship. (maybe more,, but you're too scared to let yourself think that,, ;))

- And then you give him this shy smile,, and that's it. He's done--that one look undoes him entirely.

- So he starts shifting towards you as casually as possible, because if he can't be with you right now, surely being near you is good enough for now.

- You're unaware of this,, and when the moment ends you find yourself longing for more, but relatively satisfied. You don't expect anything from him, he's important and you're you.

- And being around people drains you because you genuinely want to stay out of any situation that would have too much attention on you at once. So once Kirigan moves and you can't find him in the crowd, you decide now is as good a time as any to step out and get some air, especially since no one currently needs you for anything.

- So you disappear into the corridor, planning to be gone only for a few minutes. But the second you're about two steps into the hallway, you hear another's footsteps.

- The hopeful part of you is like 'maybe it's him!!' but you don't really think that. There's something about the atmosphere that feels too tense,, too wrong for you to believe it's him.

- A moment later, your suspicions are confirmed. A grisha known for his impulsiveness is calling out to you, asking you where you're going.

- You explain that you just wanted to get some air and that you'd be returning in a minute. You try to sound dismissive, clearly establishing that you'd like your minute to yourself.

- It's clear that he understands the hint, but he doesn't move. He just keeps asking you questions.

- Your answers get shorter and shorter, the nerves your feeling tensing with each word as he begins to venture from falsely casual conversation to more flirtatious words. Being shy can leave you speaking too much, spluttering out words in hopes of saying the right thing to let you escape, but this is a different type of nervousness. Something feels wrong.

- And he just keeps saying things, things that even Kirigan wouldn't be able to get away with.

- All the while, you're desperate to escape, but they're persistent.

- And just when you're losing hope, and his advances get so bold he has you literally backed into a corner--a familiar voice comes to you like a lifeline.

- Kirigan, with all the authority of the general, questions what's going on. The guy that was so relentlessly hitting on you moves back like suddenly you're fire and begins to back away. He tries to explain himself but Kirigan is not having it.

- As soon as the stranger leaves, you feel like you can breathe again, but your nerves are still on edge. Kirigan's looking at you in a way you've never seen before. Sharp and almost--almost angry?

- You try to mumble a quick thanks, intending to disappear back to where you're supposed to be, but Kirigan's gaze keeps you planted against the wall.

- His gaze is so intense you ask him if he's alright.

- The question cracks something in him because of course you'd ask him if he's okay after something happened to you. His expression softens slightly, which you think is a good thing but then he speaks,, and his voice is not calm at all

- He's mad at the person that did that and the irrational part of him makes it seem like he's a little mad at you for letting that situation happen, but it's only because he's worried about what would have happened if he hadn't gotten there in time.

- And you're kind of confused because like?? what does he want from you? you made it clear you were uncomfortable and you were trying to get away?

- But after a quick snap and the fact that you're okay settles in,, he does feel a little bad. So he comes close to apologizing,, but that's basically just him saying he's glad that you're okay.

- You don't really ease, so he decides to make a partial joke about how maybe he needs to be around you more,, just to be safe,, you know

- And you smile slightly, and you're like 'y'know i'm not completely helpless.'

- and he's like 'pity,, i would've liked the excuse'

- your face instantly feels extremely warm and you're not sure what you could even, plausibly say to that. But you can't let him have the last word,, not like that. So you're overcompensating, rambling, but then at the end...you say something about how he doesn't really need an excuse to stay near you.

- When you realize what you've said, fight or flight kicks in,, but you can't move. And there's no casual way to escape, so you decide that maybe you'll cut your losses for today because that might have been your most significant reply to him ever, and you feel like an idiot because he was probably joking. And you just had to say that and make it weird.

- So you allow exactly one second of unfortunate silence, your eyes glued to the ground. And then you make some excuse about needing to get back to where you were.

- But Kirigan stops you, and you think about how you can't avoid looking him in the eyes forever, so you just kind of barely dare to glance upwards.

- And he's smiling broader than usual, the look is so warm it melts away all the bad feelings from earlier. You have absolutely no idea what it means, but you know it's not...bad.

- And then he shifts slightly, and that's when you realize he's never been this close before.

- He then asks if you're sure, voice much lower than earlier.

- You can't speak,, too trapped on a line you don't understand.

- But as he leans forward, the only answer he needs is the instinctual part of your lips as his warm breath reaches your cheek.

- And with that he turns his head just a fraction of an inch,, and his lips meet yours.

- It's just a quick brush of lips,, a soft test. And when you don't protest, he moves to let the contact be a little more assured, yet still teasing.

- Something in you grows impatient, and you move a little in hopes that he'll take the hint.

- But that's all it takes for him to pull away, expression bright and teasing before playfully chiding you for being so eager.

- He then turns, leaving you more flustered than ever.

[huffle-dork]

Curiosity Killed the Cat: Chapter 10

What Swallows the Light 

Chapter 9: [x] Read from the beginning: [x]

(AN: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I HATE THAT WRITING IS SO HARD FOR ME RN AHHH I LOVE Y’ALL THANKS FOR STICKING WITH THIS- THE END IS NEAR!! LIkE MAYBE 3-4 MORE CHAPTERS!! EEEEE!!) 

The boys regrouped at Chase’s studio- exhausted and spent but determined to look for Marvin using any means necessary. Well… most of them.

Jackie was desperate- desperate to do anything but resort to Jameson’s suggestion… he was not ready to face Phantom again.

His limbs still ached from the abuse he suffered at the hand of the mad conman. But, he wasn’t scared. Superheroes don’t get scared.

Chase groaned loudly and flopped his weight onto the back of the couch. “Jackie, c’monnn! We’re getting nowhere with all this!” He gestures to the collection of trackers and electronic devices Jackie’s collected- all beeping or malfunctioning. “Marvin knows you too well man! He’s probably using some freaky magic shit to block himself!”

Jackie grumbled and refused to acknowledge Chase, stubbornly tapping on the tablet he was trying to program. When it refuses to work, he suddenly yells in frustration and throws the thing hard against the wall. It cracks through the surface- the screen shattered and sparking. The hero then grips his hair and suppresses an even louder yell.

Schneep and Jameson exchange worried looks with each other. The doctor tries to speak up,” Jackie-”

“Shut up! I know!” The hero hisses through clenched teeth. “I know this isn’t working! But there has to be something! Something we’re missing.. Something that doesn’t involve-!” He seems to choke slightly, swallowing thickly.

A static laced laugh breaks the tense silence as Anti- who’s splayed across one of the couches like a lazy cat- finally speaks. “Woowww Spandex- it’s so rare to see you so scared shitless-”

Jackie turns to shout at the glitch, his eyes burning with blue power. “Shut the fuck up, you lazy bitch! I ain’t scared-”

“Righttt and the refusal to just- go do the easy thing and see the guy who might actually have the answers to whiskers’ problem is…? What? A super secret strategy of yours? Stubbornness? Stupidity? You are good at that last one-”

Chase has to grab Jackie and hold him back as the hero almost throws himself at the glitch to strangle him. Anti laughs madly, the air around him fizzling with glitches and static.

“Someone’s gotta length your fuse big guy! Hate to see what’ll happen when you finally explode~” Anti’s eyes darken to pits. “Then again… maybe it’ll be fun to watch~!”

“Anti for the love of god- stop antagonizing him!” Jameson huffs in exasperation, making sure his speech slide appears in right in front of Anti’s face so he can’t ignore it. Anti simply laughs and pushes it away- but luckily he doesn’t push the hero anymore.

The others look to Jackie with sympathetic faces. The hero shoves Chase off him with his elbow before looking away, clearly conflicted.

Schneep coughs then carefully walks up to Jackie, using his quiet bedside manner voice, “Jackie… we all know you are… hesitant. About seeing Phantom again. But we also cannot waste our time… we do not know what Marvin could be doing to Jack right of now.” Jackie cringes slightly at this, anxiously starting to pick at the skin beneath his gloves. Schneep looks to his brother with kind and worried eyes. He steps closer and gently places a hand on his then whispers to him low. “It is okay to be scared, you know.” The doctor’s eyes shift to the lounging glitch and Jackie can see the spark of fear in his eyes. “We all understand… but- you cannot let your fears keep you from moving forward, yes?” He squeezes the older brother’s hand tighter, “We all need to work together to stop this… you will not face this alone. And we do not think lesser of you for it.”

Jackie is quiet for a beat- but slowly he nods. He meets Schneep’s eyes and smiles softly. “Thanks Hen…”

Then he sighs and squares his chest before addressing the rest of the room.

“Alright… time to go pay Phantom a visit.” 

The door to the tackily clad Phantom’s emporium opened effortlessly with a little bell. The egos all walk in-and are greeted with a dark and abandoned shop. 

“It’s awful dark in here…” Jameson comments, his speech slide adding a small burst of light. 

Chase squints and whistles under his breath, “Yeah- jesus… you’d think the guy could afford more lights in this creepy-as-fuck shop-”

He then shouts and suddenly falls to the floor.

There’s the sound of glitchy laughter from Jameson’s phone while Schneep digs out his and turns on the flashlight.

“Mein gott Chase- are you okay?”

There’s a groan as Chase pushes himself up and rubs at his head,” Y-Yeah- Yeah I’m okay- I  just stepped on something-”

Suddenly there’s the sound of muffled yelling that has all the boys turning to look at the floor. “N-No way…” Jackie gasps as he goes to inspect the object, then he brings it up for the other boys to see. It’s one of phantom’s crystal orbs- only it’s occupied by the con artist himself and his brother, Mare. Mare is kneeling, one hand knocking against the glass while the other cradles a pale and spent looking Phantom.

Schneep’s eyes widen, “wh- how… how did this happen?” He whispers in disbelief. Jameson is covering up his mouth. Chase is massaging his calf before he looks up and yells, “Woah!” 

Mare inside the orb scowls and knocks against the glass again. There’s a large crack on its side- like it might have been smashed against a corner of something. “Would you stop gawking and help us?!”

Jackie’s face falls slightly. Even if these guys were villains… this wasn’t right. So he nods and goes to try to smash the orb on the ground.

But quickly, Schneep yelps and goes to stop Jackie. “Wait!”

Jackie blinks in confusion and Schneep breathes before whispering to his brother, “Let’s… let's think this through, Jackieboy- if we free them now… we might not get the information we need.”

The doctor raises an eyebrow at Jackie and it slowly dawns on the hero. Jackie hisses back low to Henrik, “You want us to use their imprisonment to get info on Marvin?” His eyes glow slightly, “That’s not right, Schneep!”

Schneep pushes back against Jackie and whispers back, “If we do not- they will just poof away and will not get the info we need to save Marvin! Do you want to help him or not?!”

Jackie’s mouth opens and closes before he scowls and looks away. Schneep tries to hide a triumphant smirk. He then takes the orb from Jackie’s palm and holds it out before announcing, “We will release you… but only if you swear to tell us everything you know about what is happening to Marvin. If you do not and try to escape… we will treat you as the criminals you are and take the actions necessary to put you both back in jail.” Mare rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, stiff- whatever! Just get us out of here! My brother is fucking dying!”

Jackie and Schneep make eye contact before the doctor gives the okay. Jackie readies to smash the orb on the floor-But Jamie quickly stops him. He then signs, “Perhaps I can offer some assistance?”

The hero looks confused but he offers the ball to Jameson regardless. The gentleman smiles in appreciation then holds both his hands over the glass. He closes his eyes and focuses- teal light travels up the glass and coats the orb. Then, a flash of teal light rockets across to the empty space in the room and from the light forms Mare and Phantom in the same position they were in inside the orb.

Chase whistles, “Nice work J! ...now we won’t have to step on broken glass!”

Mare takes in a deep breath and looks over his extremely pale brother, who is breathing heavily and can barely keep open his dull eyes. He then shoots up to his feet and tries to make it to the back rooms of the shop.

Jackie beats him though and holds out his arms to stop him, his eyes flaring blue. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The dark ego bares his teeth ferally and pushes into Jackie’s face. “Out of my fucking way. Hero! You might not care but we were in there for a week! And those orbs absorb magic- it’s been sucking my brother dry for days! So- if you’ll excuse me I’m gonna get him something to make sure he’s alive for your fucking interrogation- is that okay with you?!”

The red hooded hero stands speechless and just steps aside, letting his arms fall as he nods. Mare doesn’t waste a second to rush past him.

There’s the sound of rustling and glass bottles hitting the floor before NateMare rushes back out and skids on his knees to be back by Phantom’s side. He cradles the other figment’s head and gently lowers a bright red glowing potion to his lips. The second the liquid meets his lips, Phantom’s eyes shoot open and glow red as he gasps. His back arches and he almost seems like he’s in pain but Mare just holds on tighter and dumps the rest of the potion into his mouth.

“I know…” He whispers, “Just- hold on, okay Phan? This will help, I promise…”

The other egos watch with bated breath.

Eventually the last drop falls into Phantom’s mouth and Mare takes the bottle away. Phantom pants like a man dehydrated finally offered a drink. His eyes burn red and for a second it seems like nothing happened. Then, the red blooms on his skin- in his veins, and travels across his body. The demon shudders and grits his teeth but as the magic flows, his pallor returning to normal. Finally, he sags in Mare’s grip and starts to breathe at a more regular pace. He weakly smiles up to his brother. They don’t exchange words, just simple nods but… it seems like Phantom was trying to say thank you. Phantom then turns and seems to remember they have company. He sighs and groans as he pushes himself up. He’s a bit unsteady but soon he’s standing tall again. He opens up his palm and from the ground, his staff comes rushing out and into his grip. He spins it then slams it to the ground to lean on. He eyes the company of Septic egos as he pushes back his hair.

“Forgive my… haggard appearance. Your brother… managed to do quite a number on me.”

“So, you know what happened to him? He was here?” Jackie asks eagerly. Phantom raises a hand to silence him.

“I will answer all your questions… but only if you let Mare go to rest. He does not have any answers for you and... He hasn’t been able to eat or drink since we were imprisoned… I did what I could but.. I survive on magic. He does not.”

The egos look at each other before nodding in understanding. Phantom nods to his brother, “Go. I’ll check up on you later.”

Mare seems hesitant to leave- but after a stern look from his brother he purses his lips but retreats to the back rooms regardless.

Jackie quickly pipes back up as soon as the curtains close behind him, “So- Marvin? He was here?”

Phantom nods, “Yes, he was here. He was the one who trapped us.” He then looks to Jackie and raises an eyebrow, “Said the act was… what you would call Justice.” He then shrugs and sighs, going to fall against one of the armchairs in the room. “Which I guess is fair-”

The hero’s gaze hardens as he hisses, “He doesn’t speak for me. I wouldn’t have done something like that.”

The red demon raises his head in slight surprise, then he smirks, “Oh~ I sense a bit of in-fighting?”

The air in the room gets tense as all the egos shuffle and cough. “Uh.. you could definitely say that-” Chase mutters.

Phantom hums and goes to lean forward in his chair, tapping his fingers against his orb. “...I already had my suspicions… and since you all are here for answers… why don’t you fill me in on what mischief my darling little apprentice has gotten himself into?”

“Don’t call him that-” A speech slide darts in front of Phantom’s vision followed by a serious looking Jameson. He frowns and pops up another slide once he’s gotten Phantom’s attention, “He is not yours. Not anymore.”

The demon blinks then chuckles and shakes his head, “I suppose you’re right, Jackson.”

Suddenly, the air turns electric as a groan of annoyance sounds from Jameson’s phone. Glitches fly out of his pocket and soon Anti’s fizzly form splays across one of the couches as he throws out his limbs in exasperation. “Jesus christ yall can blabber! Can we get on with this already?! Or need I remind you kitten whiskers literally has all our lives on the line?!”

Phantom jumps and somewhat curls up in his chair, trying to hide the fear in his eyes. “...w...what is he doing here?”

Anti blinks then grins wolfishly at Phantom, “Well hello to you too pretty boy- still not over our last encounter I see?” He laughs madly.

Jackie sighs then points to Anti with his thumb, “He’s the start of this whole thing. Plus… Marvin is targeting him.”

This peaks the con-man’s interest. He knits his eyebrows together and gathers his composure, leaning all his weight on his staff and linking his fingers. “...Enlighten me.”

The Septic egos then take their time to explain everything: Anti’s kidnapping of Marvin. The state of Jack. Marvin’s memory loss- his behavior after being rescued. How all that changed suddenly. His manipulation of Jameson. The book- the nighttime encounter in Jackie’s apartment. Jackie and Marvin’s fight. The criminals he killed. The veins and purple magic and eyes- the smoke that seemed to coat everything black. The hospital… how Marvin took Jack. Phantom listens intently. After they’re done he sighs and brushes back in his hair, looking towards the bookshelf behind him. “..it’s as I feared.”

He looks over the boys then stands up to address them, “... this time I am not the source of Marvin’s problem. In fact… I fear the problem may have sprouted from inside him.”

“What?” Henrik asks, “What does that mean?”

“Yeah- this… this doesn’t seem like Marvin’s magic at all! He.. he’s good! That’s how Jack made him- so how could this come from him?” Jackie shouts, looking angry.

Phantom holds up a hand to silence them. “I’m not saying this just happened randomly… but you must know this. Magic deals in absolutes.”

He then holds his hand over his orb and starts to dance his fingers in the air over it. White light comes from the orb and starts to dance in the air.

“In our world- Light magic is the prominent force. All magic stems from it. Because typically, magic is used to help or heal. Like… superpowers. They are a form of light magic. When magic first began… it was only used for good. However, humanity is selfish. And with selfishness comes the other side of magic… dark magic… black magic. Black magic is an invader- it was not made to exist here. But- through selfish desires and evil intentions it entered into our world. And… black magic is not like the light. It is constantly hungry- because it knows it does not belong here. It seeks to devour all sources of light and life. Even it’s users… it either devours them whole- or uses them to draw more people into darkness.”

Anti rolls his eyes, “Alright Merlin, thanks for the magic lesson. What’s all this bullshit gotta do with this?”

Phantom huffs and grips his staff, “I’m getting to that. But since you so kindly interrupted me, I’ll be blunt with you.” He points his staff at Anti. “You, glitch, are the catalyst for Marvin’s transformation.”

The glitch sputters, his form buzzing with static as he sits up, “What the fuck?! How is this my fault- I didn’t do anything to whisker’s magic! I’m not even magic myself!”

Phantom laughs and shakes his head, “All figments are filled with some form of magic. Or we wouldn’t exist.

But that’s besides the point for now. Remind me again, Anti, what is it you had Marvin do while in your capture?”

All the egos turn cold eyes on Anti. The glitch almost looks guilty as he crosses his arms and looks away from his audience. “I… forced him to put Jack to sleep.” Then he shakes his head and throws out his hands, “But that’s it! I didn’t touch him- I didn’t possess him or corrupt him or anything!”

Phantom nods and floats fingers through the white light still floating in the air. “Perhaps you didn’t… but you provided the spark.”

He opens his arms to the light, “Pretend if you will- this is Marvin’s core. His center of magic- his soul. Jackie mentioned earlier- your creator made Marvin to be good. So- that’s what his core is. A source of light magic.”

He then snaps and a pure black flame ignites on his fingertip. “Now- if I add a spark of black magic…” He lowers the black flame into the white light.

The light almost instantly begins to be eaten by the black. The black spears through the light like a hungry predator until all that’s left floating in the air in a bubble of black, sparking with purple power.

The septics watch with horror.

“...that’s... what's happening to Marvin?” Chase asks in a small voice.

“...it is a slower process but yes.” Phantom nods. He leans back into his chair and snaps the magic out of the air.

“Since Marvin’s core is good, any type of spell that goes against his nature could possibly change his entire magical alignment. What most likely happened is… whatever spell he used on Jack was enough to spark a dark magic takeover.”

“...But- Marvin has used darker magic before.” Jameson points out, “**Like when he’s been possessed by Antisepticeye- or… his last encounter with you. How come that didn’t trigger his magic to change?” **

Phantom hums with a smile, “A good question, Jackson. While under possession, Marvin’s magic is not entirely his own. When under my control- I fueled him with my own magic. It’s like… dye in water. It can leave the water stained sure- but eventually it will return to what it was because of the constant flow. Magic is fueled by the soul- so as long as Marvin is alive, his magic refuels itself. So even if it was changed momentarily by an outside source- it should go back to what his core was.”

“...the community-” Anti suddenly mumbles. Everyone looks to him with curiosity.

“...yes, Anti?” Phantom raises an eyebrow.

The glitch scowls then turns to face the other demon. “Jack’s community. Does that count as an outside source? Because I swear that Magician’s purpose has been flip-flopping around so much because they can’t make up their goddamn minds on what side he should be on. All this magic bullshit- does it really matter when Jack and the community has so much pull on our characters?”

The air is silent while the room takes in this information. Phantom smiles and leans back. “Hm- I can’t say for certain… though me and Mare are influenced by our community as well- each figments story is different. Me and Mare were made to be evil so… there’s not much we can do to change that.”

He then points his staff at some of the septics, partially Jameson and Schneep. “However- that is why I’ve found you septics so… fascinating. Even if Jack made you one way… the fandom can change you. Like how our beloved Doctor was once considered to be on the Glitch’s side… or how Mr. Jackson seemed to be free of corruption because of the fandom’s love… until it was revealed he was a puppet all along.”

Schneep nervously rubs his neck and looks away, shuddering at the memories from that time. “...that… I..I do remember… being changed by them. Forced to be someone else… until Jack set the record straight.”

Jamie is silent, playing with his hands and looking at the ground. His wrists hidden under his sleeves- his strings out of sight. Phantom smiles to himself, “That’s why I’ve always been so fascinated by my Magnificent… he’s so easily swayed. His alignment is so back and forth. He could be anything. He could become anyone.” 

“Okay so- why isn’t this they’re fault, magic man?” Anti suddenly sneers, “Why isn’t this debacle their fault?! They almost have as much power as Jack does! Why aren’t they responsible?”

Phantom scratches his chin and taps his specter thoughtfully, “...I don’t think we can rule out their influence entirely. But… Marvin hasn’t been the star of the show for a quite a long time, yes? So… a change this sudden could only be explained by new lore from Jack. and… since he’s asleep.” The demon looks pointedly at Anti and raises an eyebrow. Anti grumbles and folds his arms again, sinking into the couch.

Jackie sighs and sits down, holding out his hands, “Okay so- let’s recap… because Anti made Marvin put Jack to sleep- that magic he used started to change his core. It went from light magic to black magic because black magic is a greedy bastard- so it’s changing Marvin… which is why he… he did all the things he did… right?”

The red clad demon nods, “Correct. Since the magic is an invader… one could say it’s possessing your brother. But- it won’t take much for it to grab control and change him permanently. He was already starting… what he was doing to those thugs is classic black magic. Feeding off life forces helps to fuel the black magic even faster. There’s nothing more selfish or evil than taking a life. ...Marvin’s actions might not entirely be his own- this all could be the black magic working to take over Marvin’s core faster. Especially since he did not choose to use that magic that sparked this in the first place… It’s manipulating him.”

Jackie seems to light up slightly. He smiles to himself and whispers, “...i..I knew it- I knew this couldn’t be Marvin… not really.”

“So what can we do to stop this? To save him?” Chase brings up. “We gotta stop him before this thing eats him- or Jack!”

Phantom is quiet for a second before sighing, “...that.. I do not know.”

“What?!” Jackie exclaims as he jumps to his feet, eyes burning. “You- You know all of this but you don’t know how to save him?! What the fuck?!”

The demon just raises an eyebrow, “Hero. I collect souls to survive. My core thrives off dark magic. I may know how it works… but I don’t know how to stop the process.” He then sighs and looks around. “I can give you advice though… that book. He stole it from me. It is a source of black magic itself- and it reacts to the user. It will do anything in its power to keep Marvin reliant on its spells. It will only hasten his corruption so… try to keep it away from him. Seal it away… it can’t be destroyed except by the purest of light magic.

Also- beware him collecting a large group of people. The magic inside him is going to be looking for the largest amount of souls it can corrupt. And… if he succeeds…. It will be too late. Your brother will be consumed. And they’ll be no going back.”

The air grows heavy at this news and the others exchange worried glances. The con-man watches before rising to his feet. “I’ve given you all the information I can… I would use it quickly if you want to save Marvin. Every second wasted is him getting closer to being consumed.”

The others look at each other then nod. “Alright… thank you Phantom.”

“As promised… we will not bother you and Natemare.” Schneep adds, adjusting his coat as he gets to his feet. He gestures to the others and starts to head for the door. Anti watches from the couch, seeming to be deep in thought.

Before Jackie can join the others however, Phantom lightly grabs his wrist to stop him. The hero looks back with confusion. The dark magician looks… almost bashful. He opens and closes his mouth several times before whispering out in sincerity, “... I know there is a lot at stake but… please Jackieboy… save my Magnificent.”

Jackie balks at this- then slowly his eyes start to burn with anger. He throws Phantom’s hand off him and grabs the figment by his vest and throws him against one of the pillars making up the walls.

“Are you fucking serious?! Your magnificent?! He isn’t your property asshole! After all of this- after all he’s been through you still think you get to stand here and be selfish?! To think about how you’re going to use him next?! If you so much as breathe near him again I swear to god i’ll-!”

Phantom just sits there and takes it- looking Jackie in the face. Jackie pants and growls, pushing Phantom more up against the wall when words fail him. The demon winces then opens one eye to look at Jackie.

“Are you done? Can i say my piece now?”

Jackie bares his teeth, ‘What could you possibly have to say to that? Gonna manipulate me with your fucking smoke to make me think you were in the right all this time? That you were helping him? That you ever cared for him at all as an apprentice?!”

“I DID CARE!” Phantom suddenly shouts, pushing back in Jackie’s face and blasting out enough magic to get Jackie to let go. Jackie stumbles back and narrows his eyes at Phantom as the demon dusts himself off and straightens his vest.

“...or… I do care. ...I think-” He sighs and lowers his gaze to the hero. “...I’m not like you and your family, Jackie. I wasn’t made to be good. I was made to manipulate and to steal. To trick. So… of course that was my purpose when I first took your brother in all those years ago…

However, despite my nature… i believe I developed a… soft spot for him. I… didn’t know how to interpret those feelings. I thought it was a need to fully control him- to make him mine. But… even that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t understand.”

He then sighs and picks his specter off the ground, going to twist it thoughtfully between his fingers. “But… all that time spent in that orb… enduring the same thing I made him endure… I was able to think. ...to maybe realize it was more than that need of control. That… maybe- the very small part of me that’s human… maybe that part actually cared for him. ...like how I care for Mare.”

Jackie’s hard expression softens slightly, looking to Phantom in confusion. The demon doesn’t meet his eyes as he chuckles bitterly.

“...I fought it for a while but… he was different than my other cons. He was… the first one just like me. A fellow figment just...looking for a place in the world. Of course… my purpose had to be fulfilled… a creation can’t deny its reason for existing. But… for a while… I couldn’t. Not to him. Maybe that’s why it took me so many years to finally hunt him down…”

He shakes his head then ventures to his bookshelf, going to open a small ornate chest. He digs inside then pulls out a white object and holds it in his hands while turned away from Jackie, rubbing his fingers against the surface.

“You know… there’s one thing I know about light magic… why you heroes and goody-two-shoes always best us in the end.” He laughs and turns to Jackie, handing the item to him.

It’s a blank white cat mask.

Jackie’s eyes widen as he takes it and then he looks to Phantom, who’s smiling bitterly.

“...it’s your ability to be positive. To believe in each other. To have things and memories that… keep the darkness away. ...perhaps that can help you.”

The demon looks to the ceiling almost wistfully, “I know… anything involved with me is tainted now. And… Marvin will never want anything to do with me again. I’m.. okay with that. But… maybe that mask… can remind him of when magic was good to him. When his love for magic was pure and child-like… perhaps it can save him from the dark.”

Jackie is speechless once again. He looks down at the mask and rubs his thumb against the edge. He can imagine Marvin when he first met him- when he first took off his distrustful shell and started to open up. How happy and mischievous and carefree he was. Did he actually feel that way with Phantom once?

“...you really do care about him..” Jackie pipes up quietly. Phantom smiles and shrugs.

“...I can’t say for sure. But… i do hope you save him. Really…” He sighs and looks back to Jackie seriously, “If he survives… I will leave him be. I will not hunt him down again… I will consider all his debts paid.”

Jackie’s eyebrows raise in surprise. Then, he laughs slightly and puts the mask in his backpack. He straightens the straps and turns to go- but not before giving one last look to Phantom.

“Hey- maybe there’s a little light in you after all Phantom.”

Phantom snorts, “Don’t get mushy on me, hero. You’ll make me more sick than I already am.”

Jackie laughs and shrugs, “Fair enough. Well… thanks.”

“Just get out of here, Jackieboy- don’t waste what little time you have with pleasantries.” Phantom grumbles, going to head towards the back room. “And… good luck.”

The hero nods and grins before hurrying out of the store and back into daylight.

However, he’s quickly met with a panicking Schneep and Chase who are on him in a second.

“Jackie! Oh god- oh shit this is bad!” Chase whimpers.

“What? What happened? What’s wrong??”

Schneep meets Jackie’s eyes, his own filled with fear.

“...Anti has disappeared. And he took Jameson with him.”

“...son of a bitch-?!”

[miam0re]

every single part of me is yours truly.

xiao x gn!reader // comfort/hurt + assurance !!!

it was never a faint of cry that terrors him daily, it was eternality that carries his way to death. And the way it shallow to the hollow of darkness and karma, he can’t think no more of an undeserving ends. Xiao, as a yaksha, the guardian of a nation who knows nothing but the fairness of starting and end, he could only follow the rules. While carrying his desire, a freedom with no cries…again.

Though when a human touch, a mortal touch, bestowed his knees. He can’t help but to feel, strange. But this feeling he had, it’s more than enough to soothe his eternal name of karma. He would lay down to the ground of the stones he preserved, switching his eyelids to his formal servings, seeing you at his side makes him feel…deliberately in love.

melancholy it is, how undeserving he is for the sin he commit, but when you stay, everything tells him that it’s going to be alright, and there would be no worries because you already love his sincerity for everything he done. And he felt, for the first time in his years of agony—alive.

embrace, touch, assurance, affirmations, xiao crave that. Though you gave him a chance to feel that, he still felt it wasn’t enough. You lightened him…you love him…you made him feel the enjoyment of life. But do you feel if you were enough for him this whole time? Mortals are fragile and so do him, but if he’s frail then who are you? Nothing?

So he ask, nothing more than a form of care. but it was more than a substance of understanding, it was adoration that carries him.

“call out my name…call out the parts of me you love..call out me if you feel you aren’t enough, because i love you more than this”

“but everything i felt, even if i can’t speak no longer—it’s real..because a guardian would still be frail and i do realized that.”

as the moon lightened, as his hands lingers through your palm. Only warmth that surround you both. Trembles of cries, but that’s just how emotions flow. The desire to be free, the desire to be love..he can’t help but to feel amused for the love of you.

“And because i am the part of you…i am yours”

Gods or Human, mortal or immortal—xiao have learn to accept and understand now. maybe everyone deserve someone like you, his happiness forever after.

- 🍵 (happy late christmas, my dearest elf, MIAAA!! I’m sorry if the writing is delayed, i was actually sick at christmas so i can’t even write SO IM TRULY SORRY, but heres a scrap of xiao fic i make for you, hope it’s not too short skskw, tHANK U FOR WAITING!!—@alberivh <3)

Ahhh my heart omg this is so nice!!!!!

Thank you so much dear Santa mwahhhh (You're veille righttt?? Please tell me I searched up the right account)

Merry late Christmas Love!! Thank you so much for such a wonderful gift <3<3<3<3

[starwars-edits]

Guys WHAT A TIME to be Star Wars fans!

I stayed away from my social medias one ONE frikkin day and this happened:

First of all, I like to assure everybody: I knew there was this thing called "Investor Day" and I heard that they were gonna announce something, but cmon who would have thought?

Honestly I said to myself "Alright, they're just going to announce Kenobi, nothing else is going to happen, you're not gonna miss much, right?" RIGHTTT?

And then like an hour ago I open Instagram and apparently something special HAS happened, since everybody is going fucken nuts

So let me share my reactions to all of this:

When I saw the Ahsoka one I almost fell of my bed. Our Togruta is getting her own show! Also the logo is sooo good and I'm gonna use it for everything and forever

Obi Wan Kenobi show I knew you were gonna come but nobody on earth could have prepared me to the fact that Hayden Christensen is going to reprise his role! Also there are like so many rumours, I read that Obi and Anakin are going to fight again and I'm not prepared, is this possibile?

Andor YEESS FINALLY SOMEBODY SAW THE POTENTIAL

Same thing for Lando honestly, how is it even possibile that nobody thought about giving that character a movie or show before, the man ROCKS

The bad batch had already been announced, but now we have a trailer and it's gonna be really good

T-H-E A-C-O-L-Y-T-E HIGH REPUBLIC AND THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY also the description says "mystery thriller series", yes give me Sherlock Yoda

Rangers of the new republic is set within the timeline of the Mandalorian and honestly I love that they are exploring this period so much, I've always been curious about what happened right after the fall of the Empire

Rogue squadron?? Y'ALL DON'T EVEN HAVE TO ADD ANYTHING ELSE

Visions is something I'm sure I will enjoy, I mean we're talking about animated short films about star Wars drawn by Japanese anime creators, it's amazing!

A droid story? I have absolutely no idea what this is about, but honestly after all these news about the shows FUCKEN COUNT ME IN

Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted Talk, now I'm gonna lay in bed thinking about how am I going to process all these things

[beebeyjuice]

Let’s Move! Beej x Reader

It was currently 2:18 am and you were still on the computer, typing away at anything to continue to type something up for your English class. Your boyfriend, beetlejuice, or Beej for short, was sitting next to you waiting the moment you would close your latop and tell him that you were ready to go to sleep to cuddle. He learned not to rush you, and he learned little by littl about your constant knicks and ticks.

You were currently typing the beginning of a request online known as Cambler where you write short stories. However, soemthing caught at your heart and you were just inspired to write, write, write, write, write, write, write, wi-

You were typing so much adn boucning your legs that Beetlejuice observed you then yelped as he was startled from th fast movements of your hands. You were shaking your hands, were they aching from the constant writing? No, you didn't comment on your pain, but he watched the repetitive movements you made, it looked like you were pretending to strike the drums- oh no...were lsitening to -

He checked the tab that were open to spot the music icon and resd the title next to it. Indeed, it was, curse the autoplay, now he had to wait a lot longer. He shrugged his shoulders and plug the headphones that you bought and lsitened to the music. DRUMS striking incredibly fast, trumoets flying with notes higher than the magical leaf can get you at, you were striking the drums in the air, your gaze focused on the wall and you shook your hands along with bouncing your leg.

He hated that this song captured your full attention for only the 4 minutea and you abandoned all your activities to shake your hands rapidly and hard, almost liek you were mmicking the drums, but he knew better. he knew better because he had done so many times, he fel the music gulfing him down as well, bouncing his leg to the rhythm of th emusic and led his pointer fingers to a beat with his eyes closed. He opened them only to see you in the sam eposition until you began to slow down into a halt, resting you rarms on the desk in front of you.

He calmed down and looked at your arms, "Hey babes?"

Your gaze lowered with a slight head tilt and he inched closer, tapping on your slightly throbbing arm to get your attention. You actually disociated and it was normal for you, needing a moment to just stay in teh silent for the moment. Beetlejuice leaned closer to lift your chin, "Babes to Babes, can ya hear me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Your eyes looked so dull, so unresponsive, almost like your body just had a moment to shut down, and now he had to wait. It was hard to pull her out of the zone, it was so longamd dreading and -

How did it get this long, was it passing by slow, or fast? Now Beetlejuice knew he was gonna pay hell for this, but he removed the headphones from his Babes, hearing the melodic of the swng music continuning ti play and he made sure to pause th emusic, "Hey Babes." He softly says, stroking the back of your hand, "Babes, mama?"

Your mouth slightly agaped, you rlips quivered, your fingers had a werird sensations after shaking them for so long, you wanted to snap out, what was going on? WHy was it so hard to get out of here? Oh right, it felt pretty good to just sit in one spot and just not do anything, but beetlejuice was calling you out. Fuck, how to get out of hre? Even you worked twice as hard to snap out. It was like a loop, and you couldn't be able to stop until you actually made a complete halt, but when would that be?

Beetlejuice continued to stroke you rhand, but now he stroked you rarm, squeezing you rhand softly. Your arm trembled, and he felt it. This meant that you stopped for a complete and you were currently looking at your surroudnings, not with your surroundngs but with your sensations. You stuttured in your blinking and you squeeezed you rhand with a light tremble, "Hm?..."

"Hi Babes, Swing and Blues got to you." He stated, and you smiled softly, "Oh yeah..that music makes me want to just...shake everything furiously," you sounded drowsy and he took advanatge, "Wanna lie down and cuddle?"

"Mhm." You responded with a smile and he smiled so big, "Oh finally, jeez babes, you giving me blue balls or somethin'?"

His crude joke made you scoff out a laugh adn your smile slightly while your eyes focused at the keyboard, "Yeah, that's righttt...tttt...t. "

He lifted yoou from the chair and cradled you to the bed, making sure the comforter was on top of you before he got on. He made sure to dress well on for his pyjamas.

"That was pretty hardcore Babes, you okay?"

You nodded softly, "yeah, sorry about that." "It's fine babes, jsut careful. Don't want you shake your arms off your body- that's my job."

You managed to smile before it vanished which made him smile, "Close your eyes Babes, time to sleep."

"Alright, alright, goodnight Honey."

"Goodnight babes." and he kissed your cheek before cuddling against you.

A/N: This just happened to me, and well, you know, it was hard for me not to lose focus but also gain myfocus? That was super weird for me lol. Just a random story.

[melikeylikeyjimin]

Noir || Eleven

(I don’t own this gif)

Word Count: 2.9k

Genre: Mafia AU! Sugar Daddy AU! Jungkook X Reader, fluff, angst.

Warnings: none

A/N: Here is the eleventh chapter of Noir! YAY for the first meeting and date! I might be a bit busy this week and next week so updates might be a bit slow! Thank you for your patience ahead of time. In return, I have written a JK one shot that I hope will satisfy all of you while you wait! I’ll upload it sometime later this week! If you’d like to be tagged whenever I post a new chapter of Noir, please DM me, leave a comment on this post, or send an ask and I’ll add you to the list!

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“So, why did you call me over exactly?” Nicci asked uninterested.

I sighed, “You know very well why I called you over! I told you the very night he asked me to dinner that I needed your help picking an outfit.”

“Oh yeah, you’re having dinner with your lover boy, right?”

I rolled my eyes, “Nicci, please?”

“Alright, alright. What time do you have to be there?”

“Six thirty.”

“Alright, so I have to make you perfect obviously. You need the money and I can’t send you out looking like...well...you.”

I glared at her, “There’s nothing wrong with being comfortable!”

“Righttt,” She said as she browsed throughout my closet trying to find the perfect outfit. “Where are you going?”

“Some fancy dinner place, it was in French so I wouldn’t know how to pronounce it even if I wanted…”

Nicci whipped her head around, “Wait, are we talking about the same restaurant? Show me the text!” I showed her the location and she squealed, “You lucky ass bitch! He’s taking you to the best restaurant in the entire country! You better give out as payment. Do whatever he asks!”

“Nicci!”

“What? He’s treating you like a fucking queen, so do the same!”

I ignored her comments and let her go back to picking an outfit. “Now that I know you’re going there, I’m more interested.”

She found an emerald green gown that went down to my ankles and was strapless but had sleeves over the tops of my arms. She laid it on my bed and found some black strappy heels, setting it next to the dress.

“Go get dressed in that, and then we’ll talk hair, makeup, and accessories.”

I normally would fight her, but I decided not to bother. She wouldn’t let me get out of this even if I tried. I sighed and took the dress and heels into the bathroom with me and undressed. I slipped my feet into the dress and pulled it over my torso. I put my arms through their little sleeves and moved my hair to the side to zip up the dress. I zipped it up and situated my hair again. I sat down on the bathtub’s side and slipped my feet into the heels, zipping the backs up.

I looked at my reflection one last time before stepping out of the bathroom. Nicci’s eyes flew to my body as she drank in the look. “Why don’t you give up on being a doctor and instead be a glorified escort or trophy wife?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you’re smoking!” I ignored her comment and sat down at my makeup table, letting her take over. She started putting light waves into my hair, making sure that everything looked natural and loose.

Once she had finished that, she started on my makeup. She chose a few different shades of brown to match with the green of the dress, going for a beautiful but not heavy look.

Suddenly I heard my phone go off. I had Nicci grab it and tell me who was calling me, “It’s Dylan!”

“Shit, what should I do?”

“You have to lie, Y/n! I did not spend so much time on your look and getting you to finally do this just for Dylan to try to cockblock you!”

I nodded and answered the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey Y/n!” Dylan called out from the other side of the line.

“What’s up?”

“I was thinking we could go out tonight and get food and walk around town! What do you think?” I looked at Nicci and she shook her head saying I had to give an excuse.

“I’m sorry I can’t tonight.”

“What? Why not? Do you work? I can just visit you if that’s it.”

“No, no, I don’t work, I just have a lot of assignments I need to work on.”

“Well, I could help you?”

“We both know I won’t get work done if you come over,” I sassed.

He scoffed, “Fine I see how it is. Guess you really hate me.”

I sighed, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. We can hang out another day. I’ll let you know when I can, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Alright, I gotta go, bye!”

I hung up and set the phone down. It was silent until Nicci broke the silence, “Where do you keep your jewelry?” I pointed to a small box on one of my dressers and she moved to sort through it. She grabbed a pair of dangly silver earrings and a nice silver necklace that would hang perfectly over my bare upper torso. I put the earrings in my ears as she latched the chain on my neck.

  “Do you have some purses too?”

I nodded, “In the closet.”

She sorted through them, “I don’t get it, you have a bunch of fashionable things, yet you never wear them.”

“I save it, doesn’t mean I have to wear them all the time.”

Nicci scoffed but continued searching through my numerous purses. She finally handed me a plain black clutch that matched my heels perfectly. “There, you are done!”

I looked at myself in the body mirror and admired Nicci’s work. “Thanks as always, Nicc.”

“Of course, I may not be a professional makeup or hair artist, but it’s one of my favorite pastimes, so it’s nice to experiment on people that aren’t me.”

“What time is it?”

“Quarter to six.”

“Alright, I should get going then,”  I said.

Nicci nodded in agreement, “Make sure to tell me what goes on!”

I smiled, “Of course, you’re the only one who supports this decision, so it’s only wise I tell you what happens.”

“You got it, girl.”

I ordered an uber to take to the restaurant that I was supposed to meet Jungkook at. It was in the center of the city so it would take thirty minutes to get there. The uber got there a little bit before six and I had already sent Nicci back home and texted Jungkook that I was leaving the house.

I got in and told the driver the address. As we drove, I looked out the window as I tried to calm my nerves. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous, but I had just hoped that Jungkook was all that he was behind the screen. I had seen multiple pictures of him so I knew his face well, but that didn’t mean I knew if he had a completely different personality offline. I played with my hands in my lap as we continued to make our way down the different streets of downtown.

I looked around at the flashing lights and the illuminated sidewalks filled with people of all ages. They were all conversing and talking to one another. Some outside of restaurants enjoying the warm nighttime temperature, others smoking and laughing, and many people walking around with groups of friends from store to store.

It had been a while since I went downtown to do anything fun. The drive is not always the best from my apartment to downtown, the traffic had never been nice either. Over the past few years, the city had become increasingly populated without the correct amount of lanes or streets towards downtown as needed for the abundance of people living in it. The city had changed so much over the many years I spent living here. It used to be much more calm, with the regular sports events and musicals, but now it had become a big party central. Strip clubs and bars lining the streets.

Driving past the craze, we finally got to the nicer part of downtown. Where all the rich lived comfortably, close to all the top rated restaurants, stores like Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Versace. The options were endless. This part of the city was always much more hush. People conversed but it was not yelling and laughter like the other part of downtown. There was a clear distinction between normal people and the rich.

Seeing the restaurant in my sight, I waited for the uber driver to pull up to the front of it. He did and I gave him the fare for the drive there. Checking the time, I made sure I was not late and thankfully I was five minutes early. I walked in feeling more than slightly out of place in this time of crowd but tried to push past it. I walked up to the hostess and she gave me a glance over. It was as if she was checking out my clothing to see if they were high class, expensive brands. I smiled as I tried not to think too much about her obvious judgment of me, “Hi, I have a reservation for 6:30 for Jeon Jungkook.”

The lady’s eyes seemed to panic at his name. I frowned ever so slightly at her face wondering why she seemed so panicked. “O-oh, y-yes. Right this way Mrs. Jeon,” she stated. I was ready to correct her as there was no way Jungkook and I were married since we hadn’t even met yet, but I decided not to waste my breath.

She led me to a secluded part of the restaurant that seemed like it could be rented out for private parties. Behind a velvet red curtain, I saw a man sitting at a table. “Here you are, miss. Please enjoy.” The hostess’s voice caught the man’s attention and I was met with a deep dark abyss.

His eyes were piercing right through me, not letting me move or even form coherent sentences in my head. He was breathtaking. His dark hair that was parted and pushed up slightly, his piercing yet doe-like eyes, and his thin beautiful lips. I was speechless. He looked even better in person than he did in photos. The air in my lungs was gone as I continued to stare at him. How could he possibly be interested in someone like me when he was walking around looking like that?!

He finally smiled and stood up, “I’m so glad you could make it, Y/n. Please have a seat.” I knew all too well that I would not be able to speak so I nodded my head, or at least I tried my best to. I moved and sat in the soft cushioned seat opposite of him. It was easily the most comfortable thing I had ever sat on in all my life. He moved my chair, pushing it in for me. I let out a meek thank you at his gentlemen like gesture. “Is something wrong?” He asked taking his seat again.

“A-ah, no, it’s just you’re even better looking in real life than you are in the pictures,” I said as confidently as possible.

He smiled, “Thank you for the compliment. I don’t want things to be awkward between us, so I’ll go ahead and introduce myself. I am Jeon Jungkook, the same guy you have been talking to over the phone for a little bit. It is nice to meet you, Y/n. You are even more stunning in person than over any photo you’ve sent me.”

I swallowed hard knowing very well my face was extremely flushed, “T-thank you. Um, I’m y/n as you know. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally…”

“I can tell you’re nervous, but hopefully that will dissipate throughout the night.” I nodded. “Would you like some wine?”

“Yes, I think that would be helpful.” I knew very well I would need liquid courage running through my veins in order to be normal. He ordered over a waiter that I had not even seen waiting and asked for a bottle of red wine that I did not know the name of.

Once there was wine in my glass, I took a sip and could feel the small burn help rid of my nerves. “So,” I started, “Where would you like to begin?”

“I feel like I know quite a bit about you, but why don’t you go ahead and explain what you do, your hobbies, anything you think is individual to you.”

I nodded my head, “Well, I’m a college student. I am in my third year of college and I dream to become a doctor. I really like the idea of helping others, I don’t necessarily have a certain field that I study as far as medicine goes, but I like the idea of being able to have a purpose or have the power to help or even change someone’s life. I don’t have much free time between college and work, but I enjoy I think anything else a girl my age does. I like staying in and reading, going out with friends, movies, those kinds of things. I’m not really special I don’t think but I enjoy what I study and do with my free time nonetheless.”

“What do you do for work?”

“I work part-time at a cafe near my house as a barista and waitress. It’s not what I want to do but it pays for some things and I like the people I work with, so…”

Jungkook’s face had not changed all throughout my explanation of my current life. It was odd that he seemed to find it interesting as I didn’t think there was anything particularly special to me. Many other girls had a more interesting life than I did. “I guess it’s my turn then?” I nodded happily. Jungkook even over text never talked much about work, but I figured it had to do with not wanting to brag over it or bore me.

“Well, I’m a CEO for the Jeon company and I work under my father, but I, for the most part, do all the work now as he is mostly retired. I don’t have much free time either with all the work, but I enjoy spending time taking pictures and making videos and gaming. I’m quite boring as you can see, so there isn’t much to say about myself.”

I smiled, I could see the happiness in his eyes as he talked about his hobbies. They were something that he obviously really enjoyed. “I would love to play some video games with you sometime��� I spoke softly.

His face softened at my words, “I’ll definitely let that happen.” I took another sip of my drink. “Are you ready to order?”

I nodded my head, “What do you usually have here?” He rattled off multiple different dishes that I didn’t know how to pronounce or even know what they entailed.

I laughed embarrassed, “I’m going, to be honest with you, I don’t know much of what you said so I’m going to leave it to you to order whatever you think I’d like.”

He let out an authentic laugh, “Don’t feel embarrassed, I get it.” I grinned and he waved over the waiter. He let our orders slip off of his tongue easily as the waiter bowed and left. “I don’t know if it’s too early for you, but I’d like to talk about why we’ve both come here tonight.”

I nodded knowing the topic was bound to show up eventually, “You can ask whatever questions you have.”

“I only have one, but it won’t really change my decision on the matter. You, of course, don’t have to answer it if you don’t feel comfortable, but why?”

“I won’t tell you a big sob story as to why I need money, other than money is difficult to come by without a college degree. I pay for my rent, food, living expenses, transportation, and my college. I just thought it would be nice to make more money on the side to help myself out.”

“What about your parents?”

“We don’t have a good relationship,” I answered simply. I wasn’t about to go into detail about my parents. They were still a heavy topic for me that I would rather not think about.

“That’s fine, I don’t expect more. But I already made my decision many nights ago about you. I want to support you for whatever reason it is you need money.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I’m genuinely intrigued by you and would like to continue this.” I could almost scream from excitement.

“Are there any like conditions?”

“Not really, I’ll just pay you for each date we go on. I’m not going to force you into anything non-consensual, so if spending time together is all you want, then that’s all we’ll do.”

“Okay, yeah that’s fine with me too.”

“Is one okay?”

“One?”

“One thousand each date or time we hang out.” My eyes bulged out of my head as I heard this.

“A-are you serious?”

“Is it not enough? I can add more if you nee-”

“No, no! Not at all. In fact, I’m surprised you’re giving so much.”

“I don’t really think it’s that much, but if that amount is fine, then…”

“It’s more than okay. I don’t know what to say, thank you so much.”

“I’m glad I can help you out.”

The food arrived and I saw a form of pasta sitting in front of me. I smiled at the dish and took the first bite as we both sat in comfortable silence as we ate. The dinner had gone well and I couldn’t wait for our future dates together.

NEXT PROJECTED UPDATE: 06/18/19 (This is a very very very rough estimate! It all depends on how busy I am throughout the week and weekend, but I will try my hardest for you guys!)

[angelguk]

i too was thinkin best friends ex hoseok would be a post college kinda fic! yes yes to everything you said,, ur ideas are always chefs kiss and then some

alright putting that hoseok fic in my notes until i clear my head enough to write it.... (i had a brief flash of what the beginning would look like righttt before i fell asleep so i’ve forgotten everything :/) and thank u! for sharing ur idea with me!!! :3

[sheridans-dynamos]

Ruined Date

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky's mystery writing challenge, my prompt is in italics and bolded

Warnings: language

You were about to shut the door behind you and wait for Bucky in the hallway, but remembered something and opened it back a little, just enough to let your head through.

"Hey, Buck!" You shouted at him.

"Yeah?" You heard his muffled voice.

"I don't have my keys, so don't forget yours!"

"Okay," he replied.

"I'm serious, don't forget!" You repeated.

"I won't!" He said, you could hear the chuckle in his voice.

You smiled to yourself and closed the door, excited to finally be going on your first date with Bucky.

You had been roommates with him for nearly two years now, but nothing ever happened between you two. Until last night, that is.

~~~~~

It was a nice restaurant, the food was good, and the guy was handsome, nice and interesting. You were pretty surprised. Your friend actually set you up on a good date. First time for everything, you thought.

You were having a really nice time, but you could feel your phone buzzing every 10 seconds, and you were starting to get worried something might be wrong.

"Sorry-" you said to your date, as you reached for your phone, "-someone keeps texting me. Let me just make sure everything's alright."

"Of course, go ahead," he said, smiling politely at you.

You checked your screen, your mouth opening a little when you saw that you had 5 texts, all from Bucky.

Bucky: Hey :))

Bucky: Y/N

Bucky: Y/N

Bucky: Y/N answer meee

Bucky: Y/NNNN

You tapped in a quick reply.

You: WHAT?

Bucky: Finally!

You: What the hell do you want Buck?!

Bucky: Nothin'. Just bored. Watcha up to?

You: You know damn well that I'm on a date right now. What the fuck's the matter with you?

Bucky: Righttt. Sorry. Forgot

You: Bucky, I told you I was going on a date right before I left.

You: I gotta go. My date probably already thinks I'm super rude.

You put your phone away, looking up apologetically at your date.

"Sorry 'bout that," you mumbled with a shy smile.

"No worries. Is everything alright?"

"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine," you said absentmindedly, your thoughts back on Bucky. What the hell was that all about?

Your date was talking again, but he paused when your phone buzzed a few times again.

"Just ignore it," you told him, making a mental note to kill Bucky once you got back home.

He seemed to hesitate for a second, glancing at your phone that was on the table, but went back to what he was saying.

Your phone stayed quiet for a while, and you were starting to think Bucky finally quit whatever game he was playing.

"So that's how I decided I wanted to go to med scho-"

He was cut off by your ringtone, echoing loudly in the restaurant, causing a few people to look over at your table in annoyance.

You quickly grabbed your phone and declined the call.

"I am so, so sorry."

"It's fine," he was smiling, but you could see that he was starting to get annoyed. Who could blame him, really?

"What were you sayi-"

Your phone rang again, and you cursed under your breath, declining the call and this time turning it on silent.

When you lifted your eyes back up, your date was on his feet, getting his wallet out.

"Look, you're a lovely person, and I was having a nice time. But clearly you have some business to take care of, so I think I'm gonna go. It was nice meeting you."

"I- I- um, okay.  Nice to meet you, too," you said weakly.

That was it. James Buchanan Barnes was a dead man.

~~~~~

"JAMES!" You roared as you barged in your shared apartment.

"Uh oh-" he said, he was sitting on the couch in the living room, "my first name. That's never good."

"You bet your ass it ain't good. What the FUCK was that all about?!" You put your purse down and went to stand in front of him.

"Whatever do you mean?" He looked up at you with an innocent look on his face.

"Oh fuck that. You know damn well what I mean. Were you TRYING to ruin the first date I've had in months? Cause if you were, good fucking job. That's exactly what you did," You snarled at him. You were beyond angry right now. Why would he do this to you?

He looked away, scratching his neck and mumbling something you couldn't make out.

"Oh no. You're not getting away with that. You owe me an explanation, Bucky. Why did you text and call me until my date fucking bailed?"

He rose from the couch at this.

"He bailed on you?! What a fucking jerk. I knew it! He doesn’t deserve you!" He started to pace around the living room.

"Doesn't- doesn't deserve me? Bucky! You kept texting me, I had to take time out of our date to answer you, and then you started fucking CALLING me! What else was he supposed to do? He must've thought I had some crazy jealous boyfriend waiting for me at home or something." You sighed. Bucky getting so worked up over this made you become more confused than angry.

He mumbled something that sounded like "he wasn't completely wrong." and you cocked your head to the side, a questioning look in your eyes.

"What did you say?" You asked.

"What? Oh, nothin'," he said, stopping in his tracks.

"Bucky," you said softly, taking a cautious step toward him. "What's gotten into you? Whatever it is, you can tell me." You reached out for his arm, slowly, and when he didn't move to stop you, you put your hand on his forearm. He looked down, seeming uncertain.

"Hey, it's okay," you said gently. After a few seconds, he lifted his gaze back to you, but quickly looked away again, shuffling his feet.

"I- I didn't want you to be on that date... I wanted you to come back," he said, so quietly that you barely heard him.

"Okay... But why?" You asked.

"Wh- why?" His voice got louder and he took a step back, starting to pace again. "Why? Because I'm fucking in love with you, Y/N, that's why!" He said, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"You- You're... in love with me?" You said cautiously, not believing what you were hearing. You had been in love with Bucky for so long, but you didn't think he felt the same way. So after months of pining, you finally let your friend set you up on a date, thinking it was time to get over him, one way or another.

"'Course I am, Doll, how couldn't I be? How could I spend so much time with you and not fall for you? You're absolutely amazing." He took an hesitant step in your direction. "I'm sorry about tonight. About all 'this. I know you don't feel the same way, and it was a jerk move to ruin your date. But I was sitting there, thinking about you laughing, having fun with another guy and I just couldn't bear it, I had to do something and-" he babbled. You cut him off by taking his hand. He stopped in surprise, looking at your hand in his with confusion.

"Who said I didn't feel the same way? Cause it sure as hell wasn't me," you said, a smile on your face.

Bucky looked up from your hands, to your face.

"Are you serious, Doll?" He looked hopeful, but then he lowered his head. "Don't mess with me like that."

"Hey-" you lifted his chin gently with your free hand, "-I've never been more serious in my entire life." You had a loving smile on your face and you squeezed his hand, trying to prove your point.

A huge grin broke out on his face. You had never seen him smile like that and it made your heart happy.

"So... Can I take you on a date tomorrow night, then?" He asked, most of his usual confidence back.

"You better," you said with a small laugh.

"I love you so much, Doll." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you too, Buck," you breathed out against his lips.

~~~~~

"Alright, ready to go, Doll?" Bucky asked as he closed the door.

"Yup!" You replied.

"Okay, let's- hold on, I think I forgot something." He started checking his pockets.

"What is it?" You frowned.

He tried to turn the doorknob, without any success.

"Bucky?" You said cautiously.

"I- I forgot the keys..." He said sheepishly, not daring to look at you.

After a minute of complete silence, he finally turned around to look at you. You were looking at him, completely stone cold. Bucky looked genuinely scared. Good, you thought.

"Doll? Say something," he said, fidgeting.

"I literally don't know what to tell you right now other than that you're a fucking idiot," you deadpanned.

He perked up.

"I may be a fucking idiot, but I'm your fucking idiot," he sung, a smirk appearing on his face.

You couldn't hide the smiling forming on your own.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess you are."

[fourmisfitz]

Breakthru (Roger Taylor x Reader)

Prompt:  I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.

Summary:  The reader has quite a lot on her mind that she needs to settle once and for all.

Words: 2.5k 

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: This was a one-shot I wrote immediately after securing the prompt but just edited now, i hope you guys enjoy:)

You had been sitting in Roger’s flat - or, more accurately, done anything but sit still - anxiously waiting for him to get home. You looked through a baby album, you ate some granola bars he would probably murder you for later, you found out which position to lay on his couch was comfiest for your neck. You even sat down at his drum kit.

He’d tried giving you one lesson before but one shattered window and a busted drum stick later...

  “So how much do I speed up?”

  “I need a bloody cigarette.” 

It made you giggle because you were really just kinda giving him a hard time for fun by that point.

Now, you began air-playing, and then your curiosity got the best of you as you started lighting tapping the toms. The stick in your right hand accidentally nicked a cymbal and you swore under your breath.

Getting up, you lost your footing around the stool and tripped, loosing grip of one of the drumsticks. It flung backward and the sound of glass shattering followed it as you winced. You got up and brushed off your jeans.

You began pacing the rug in his living room, a thousand thoughts a minute plowing through your mind. Should I be here? Should I be doing this? Does he deserve this? Probably not… But I need this... 

Just then, the door swung open and bounced against the wall.  He called out your name and you murmured an “In here,” for him to track.

A shaggy blonde stood in the archway. He looked exhausted from a long day. You felt the same.

“What are you doing in here, love?” He asked.

He noticed you continuing to pace.

“Huh? Oh, um,” You wrang out your fingers, fidgeting, mind absent.

“What’s on your mind?” He pressed.

“You know, just uh- I really like this rug. It’s a good rug.” You nodded.

“Righttt…” He pretended to believe it.

You let out a sigh, biting your lip nervously.

“You alright?” He asked again, walking towards you.

“Yeah, I’m just… tired.” You murmured.

He reached out a bent elbow for your arm to link with his

“You need a sandwich.” He poked your nose, bringing out a small smile. You watched fondly as he bent down to kiss your stomach. “Both of you.” He added, smiling against your growing bump and returned to his feet to admire your toothy grin.

“There’s my happy girl. C’mon, let’s get some food into you.” He pecked your temple.

The smile he mimicked off yours fell for a moment, “Hey, what happened to the-”

   “So how ‘bout that sandwich?” You interrupted, smiling innocently, attemting to avert his attention.

The top of his head tilted towards you at your side as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You,” He raised his head to stare in front of him as you stifled giggles. “Are untamable, woman, I swear.” He shook his head, giving in to a half-laugh as he guided the two of you to his kitchen.

    ‘When are you going to quit this?!’  echo.

    ‘When you stop being such an idiot!’

    ‘You’re being ridiculous!’  echo.

“You know, if I had a penny for every time the perfect sandwich just magically fixed all my problems...”

Your chin shifted in your propped up fists as you watched Roger work away, his mouth full from picking at the iceberg of lettuce.

“I’d have, like, two cents...”

You furrowed your eyebrows, smiling at the poor comparison.

“-does wonders for the cravings, though,” He added, nodding to the small bump on your abdomen.

“Here, love, Rog Junior over there is probably starving.” Roger tossed the fresh sandwich in front of you before walking over and placing his palms over your stomach.

“Does Mummy not feed you, little one?” He tsked at you and turned to walk back to make one for himself.

“I can level with you on that one, baby Ro, I swear sometimes she forgets to feed daddy, too.”

A smirk overcame his face as he shot you a wink, waving the knife around. You rolled your eyes, grinning and pressed your own palm to your small but growing tummy, smiling shyly to yourself, but instantly feeling it twist into knots.

      “It doesn’t even feel like we’re together anymore!”

    ‘‘Maybe if you weren’t gone after we had an argument, we could actually work it out!”

     “Maybe I don’t want to work it out!” You spat back.

     echo echo echo...

  The memories were rippling through your mind, replaying over and over and over and-

You tried to snap back into the reality ensuing in the kitchen, but it was useless, your mind wouldn’t stop growing louder. Now Roger was eating his own sandwich, going on about a disagreement at the studio regarding differing opinions on lyrics.

You began twisting the cold piece of metal around your ring finger, no longer listening to what he was saying. It was just a hazy echo for background noise to your pounding thoughts.

     “You don’t even look at me the same anymore!” You pleaded.

     “I could say the same for you! I wonder why!” His voice was booming.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It wasn’t fair to keep this going when you felt different. It was wrong to keep it from him.

You muttered something to yourself, the word divorce sneaking into the mumble, focusing on the details of the cupboard to keep your eyes occupied. Like a vacuum, you were instantly sucked back into reality.

“What’s that, sorry?” He leaned sideways to be a bit closer to hear you, eyes still focused on his BLT as he smushed the slices together. You had said it so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard yourself.

“I’m done.” You tried again, breath shaky in your throat this time.

He knew exactly what you were about to do, but wasn’t ready for it. He just stared at you, paused with a dainty piece of lettuce hanging out one side of his mouth, chipmunk cheeks activated, frozen.

“What?” He stammered, his eyebrows lifting with his attention.

“You heard me.” Just shy of a whisper, eyes still fixated on the bland oak wood.

“Y/N, wait wait wait, just hol’on a minute.” Raising his hands in the air to pause you, rushing to chew and gulp down the sandwich and bomb you’d just laid on him.

“Let’s talk about thi-”

  “Save it.” You licked a tear that had found its way to the corner of your mouth.

“I know what I want.” You added, his wide eyes stared on as you continued.

“I want this.” Your eyes finally met with his, the blue orbs breeding worry.

“I’m sorry, Rog, but I-” You halted your sentence, shaking your head. 

What more was there to say? You didn’t need to apologize to him, either.

You paused then nodded as a final declaration of your decision, impulsive eyes blinking. You slowly glanced down at the digits you were fidgeting with and his gaze followed.

Were you ever going to get me a real one?

Prying it off, you peered at the green smudge left around your sweaty ring finger, a ghost of commitment.

This gesture was long overdue, you knew he’d seen it coming. He had to have. You wanted to do it for so long to prove you were serious about all the times you threatened to.

He uttered your name but it fell into some echo void, lost in the air as you ignored it and, without another thought, chucked the silver-plated copper impostor down the drain beside Roger, along with your marriage.

You dared to meet with his eyes again. They were stark blue. God you loved those eyes.

“You’re really doing this…” Pure shock coated his face along with a sweat sheen.

There was a pause before you huffed.

“No,” a hint of a smile crept up on your face, but was immediately robbed with a frown as you bit your lip, breaking the skin.

“You did this. You showed me it’s what needs to happen, Roger- that it’s not right to carry on when... so-...” You croaked. That was it. You’re done, stop talking there. You’ve said all that needs to be said.

You were admiring and mentally storing the colour of his eyes before turning on your heels to head for the front door.

It was the longest two seconds of your life because you knew what followed would be worse for you and Roger, but it would be better, too. Part of you was internally begging for him - waiting for him - to grab your shoulders and turn you to stop you in a hug, but he didn’t. You wish he would just pick you up, throw you on his bed, kiss you until the sun arose, and make it all better; that he would so you’d have an excuse not to leave, but he knew you needed to go and not stop you, encourage you, even.

As you walked to his door, passed the island counter, an echo of your laugh wisped over it from when Roger peppered kisses on every inch of your body after baking pizzas to cheer you up after a fight.

Next you passed the fridge, you again felt the cold metal against your back when the blonde shoved you against it in a heat of passion this past summer.

Then in the living room, connected to the hallway by the front door, you saw the two of you on the couch. That was the time everything in your life seemed to be going wrong and he held you, showing you if nobody else wanted to try, he would. He promised that day he would always be there. It was the first real time you experienced Roger being so endearing and comforting, genuinely seeming like he cared.

You bit your tongue by accident trying to suppress sobs. You should have bitten it a while ago.

Echoes of the argument this morning swirled about your brain,

“You know for a moment there I thought you were actually going to give me the time of day to show you how much I ~do~ care.” he hollered from the bedroom.

Your bottom lip quivered as you squeezed a train of salty droplets from your eyes, swallowing the ache in your throat.

“~That’s~,” your voice didn’t even sound like yours. His tense face relaxed a bit when he saw the devastation crawling around your own, “How you made me feel,” waving a hand in front of you as if your sleeve were erasing a chalkboard, wishing you could do that for her tainted memories from the doomed marriage, “~all~ of these past few months.”

He stared, the only tension in his face now focused at the pinch between his eyebrows, utter remorse slumping his posture as he was lost for words.

He started to plea your name, softer this time.

“Tell your parents I said goodbye, you’ve done it now. You’ve pushed me away.”

As the door slammed behind you, your body faltered to your buckling knees and you slid down the wall of the apartment corridor. Every vein gushed blood to your heart, not able to tell if you were freezing, or smoldering. A crescendo of pain flooded from your throat, attacked your mouth muscles, forced a frown, and pushed tears beyond your eyes. You clutched your chest and thought about the times you felt happy despite the marriage getting rough. A montage of memories, rhapsodies of praise for the moments you clung to…

For reassurance...

“Look at the waterworks! Sweethearrrrt, come on, you’re acting like it’s going to be tomorrow!...” you had been bawling in his lap, insecurities of how long you would last blooming. “and it sure as hell won’t be any time soon.” He took your face in his hands. “This is forever.” His mouth claimed against your cheek as his long dark curls tickled your neck before kissing your ring.

And for hope...

Your name reverberated off the walls of the small apartment. “I just thought of this, tell me what you think! Come on!” grabbing your hand and rushing the two of you practically at a sprint to his drum kit before he forgot the beat, laughing through every word as his blonde hair rippled over his shoulders each hit of the batter heads and cymbals. Near the middle of it his eyes flickered up to yours as he confessed, “You inspired this part!” A crescendo arising as energy passed through his arms to either side of him.  You laughed and asked why, and he shrugged and told you it felt like the song needed it; he knew his life was missing something until you - that crescendo - hit and at last secured it as a favourite in his mind like when a favourite song captures you.

The longing to have that back, the first day you felt relief from your relationship you felt trapped in for so long.

The lazy day you spent on his couch, the record player booming Should I Stay or Should I Go by The Clash as you read a magazine, he - a detailed book about cars. You were biting your lip as you played a round of peek-a-boo behind the printed pages, rocking your propped-up, undressed, bare leg, tempting him before he finally snatched the reading away and lunged on you, pulling giggles out of your throat as he tickled your sides and latched his lips to your neck. His blonde hair tickling your cheek is burned into your mind forever.

Now, instead of throwing your head back in uncontrollable laughing fits, begging for sweet mercy, you threw your head back, smacking it against the wall, begging things to even out. You thumped your head once more, and then instantly regretted it.

“He doesn’t even look at me the same, he knows.” You sobbed to yourself. Echo.

You heard heavy footsteps - Rogers - running to the other side of the door to check on you. It hurt, a sharp pain throbbing around your brain and rushing to the front, clouding your vision with your tears. It hurt to feel this much pain in your head as you did in your heart. You cried out Roger’s name. It hurt. 

It hurt so much you woke up.

There was no sign of air exhuming from your throat as your shaky hand reached up to your quivering lip, some piece of metal cold against your chin. You jolted up in the bed to an upright position and flicked your hand in front of your face in a panic, blinking profusely to check, double check, triple check... It was still there, you hadn’t done it.

You fell back, bouncing into the mattress as you stared up at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened. What parts were drawn from reality and what was just a figment of your imagination.

“What the hell…” You breathed.

“Bad dream, sweetheart?” He rolled over, one hand gently retracting yours from your lap and kissing your ring, the other slipping underneath your neck to pull you close to him.

“What? Oh- y-yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you, go back to sleep.”

He rubbed circles with his thumb over your hand, eyes still asleep in a drowse.

“I’m right here. I adore you, sweets. Till death-” He planted a messy kiss on your cheek,  “do-” Then your temple, the wetness leaving it cool against your skin,  “us part.” And one last one just nicking your lips while you ignorantly still stared at the ceiling tiles. 

“Hope she didn’t wake you much, little one.” He bent down to kiss your tummy. “I wonder how curly his hair is going to be.” He yawned. Your stomach twisted again.

It was those brief moments in the morning grog where your daily arguments hadn’t started up yet. It was like a consensual silence of decency. It was a facade.

You were reliving the dream, brief sections of it being so accurate it allowed you to relive the actual memories embedded in your brain that found their way into the slumber.

You breathed away the experience, turning with closed eyes to place a kiss on your husbands warm forehead before burying yourself into his chest. You avoided his eyes, even if they hid behind sleepy, unknowing lids. You took one last deep breath, letting it go against his chest before forcing out,

“ ‘Love you too, Brian.”

And you drifted off to dream about your true love you would fall asleep with tonight.

*Ending Explained... Reader is married to Brian. The arguing flashbacks are between you & him. They are both equally to “blame” for the relationship going south. Taking that into consideration, reader cheats on Brian with Roger. Roger knows, but tries to stay out of it, that’s why he doesn’t mention Brian. The happier flashbacks are of Roger & reader, when you two first began seeing more of each other after you’d get into heated arguments with Brian. The dream sequence where you discard the ring is your gesture to Roger to prove you are ending things once and for all with Brian, but then you realized you hadn’t actually officially done it yet, and Brian noticed your bump growing and obviously assumes its his baby. Now, reader has some decisions to make... 

Part Two is now out!

@bensroger  Congrats on 3k lovely! Xx

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Seth’s Bar #13 Translation

please do not screenshot, copy/paste, repost this translation. ☆

note: did not include the ad-libs, because they're mostly OOC stuff. liberties were taken to match the game version. besides the video version, there’s an in-game version of this mini-scenario.

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~A Secret Just Between You and Me: Seth's Bar Crisis!? Red King's Day of Being a Bartender~

Seth: In the mysterious land of Cradle, at a street corner, there's a secret bar that sometimes opens at midnight.

Tonight another little lost sheep knocks at the door. Yes, this place is known as Seth's Bar.

*doorbell* Seth: WHA...!? He came, huh... Today I personally invited a SPECIAL, ROYAL guest. Lancelot: So this is Seth's Bar. Thank you for having me. Seth: HE'S HEREEEEE!!! MAKE WAY FOR THE KINGGGGG!!! Lancelot: ... Uh, yes, I'm here. I heard rumors about this bar. It seems that my subordinates visit here from time to time. Seth: Yup, that's right, that's righttt. A lot of Red Army members visited this year. A pure swordsman, a drunkard, a complicated brother-complex fellow, a colorful calorie bomb guy... Lancelot: I see. I hope they haven't caused trouble. Seth: Hm, hmm, HMMM... W-well, they did fight, but everything was fine in the end. Lancelot: I hear that a lot of other people are visiting too. Why did you call me here tonight?

Seth: The truth is that I'm a little troubled. Or more like seriously concerned, or like SUPER TERRIFIED? Lancelot: Oh, I see. It must be quite a worry that you decided to consult me. Feel free to talk. I might be able to help you. Seth: Awww, why is the king overflowing with kindness, wellifyouinsist! It's been one year since Seth's Bar was opened, however... Because of adult reasons, it cannot be open more than once a month? To put it bluntly, I have run into a management crisis! Lancelot: Economic difficulties or something like that? It sure sounds alarming. Seth: I KNOW, RIGHT!? I need someone to support me, A SUPPORT! The truth is that I would like the Red Army to become my sponsor... *sparkly eyes* Lancelot: I refuse.

Seth: I thought you would say that. So today there's something I would like to ask you to do. Please become a bartender of Seth's Bar for one day?! Lancelot: A bartender... for a day? Seth: YES! If the charismatic Red King became a bartender, people would flood this place, the impact of publicity would be extraordinary, the branding would be perfect! Lancelot: I see. All right. I will help you out. Seth: Thank you! I'm really grateful! Let's try it out right now!

[They switch places.]

Lancelot: Welcome. Please sit. If you want to drink alcohol, choose. Seth: Wait-wait-wait! Is this how you should take care of visitors? Suppress that arrogant attitude! Lancelot: Do you have that thing? You hold it with both hands and rattle the ice... Seth: Oh, cocktail shaker? You want to try that? Lancelot: Yes. Seth: Alright, let's put in some ice, some alcohol... Here you go! Lancelot: *rattle rattle* Seth: Oh, wow! It suits you! It really does! You're starting to look like a real bartender! Lancelot: *rattle rattle rattle rattle rattle rattle* Seth: M-maybe it's time to stop? Lancelot: You think so?

Seth: Please don't be so openly disheartened! My conscience pricks me! You can shake it all you want! Or rather, I'm giving this to you as a present! Lancelot: Really? I'm grateful. Seth: Um... How to put it. Despite being the Red King, you're surprisingly playful. To be honest, I thought you were more of a sadist. Seth: "Don't stand in my way, scatter, leave, or bow before me!" That sort of thing. Lancelot: Is this how the world views me...? I shall be more careful from now on.

Seth: But, but, recently, people in Cradle have been saying that "Lancelot became friendlier"? Could it be thanks to that girl, I wonder? Lancelot: Yes. One year has already passed since my meeting with Alice. The time spent together with her... I was very touched by her kindness. Seth: So much bragging! This is so damn heartwarming...! Oh, I know! Next time please come as a customer. Together with that cute girl, okay? Lancelot: Yes. Alice would be happy too.

Seth: Okay, lastly, shall we use sweet words to invite girls for a date at a bar for adults? 3, 2, 1, go!

Seth: Little Alice, why don't we have a drink together sometime? Just the two of us? Let's enjoy the night while talking when the noise of the bar lessens... Hm? It sounds like a date? You say the cutest things. All right. Let's pretend it's a date and I will be your perfect escort. If you lower your guard too much, I don't take responsibility for doing things to you while you're drunk, though.

Lancelot: You're the one who taught me that a date could be enjoyable. When I'm together with you, I'm filled with emotions that I never knew existed. This is how happy I feel. Listen. Tonight, make some time for me. You will obviously stay with me until morning... I love you.

Seth: Hey, lend me your ear? What happened tonight in this bar... Lancelot: ...is a secret just between you and me.

[Seth's Bar is looking for both a sponsor and people who would like to work as a bartener for a day.]

[sarohara]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say STAND WITH HONG KONG AGAINST THE CCP!

You both like norway.

Stranger: hii

You: Heya

Stranger: wyd

You: wanna listen a really cool song?

Stranger: hmmokay

You: name or link?

Stranger: name

You: You by James Arthur

Stranger: playing

You: the lyrics r like..awesome..

Stranger: hey it's nice

You: yeah righttt

You: anyway

You: wyd?

Stranger: was listening to songs only

Stranger: hbu

You: Hahaha same?

Stranger: nice

Stranger: so guy/girl?

You: take a guess

Stranger: place filled with guys man

Stranger: guy i guess

You: No hahahaha I'm a girl

Stranger: ohhh lol'

You: guys would nevaaa..

Stranger: neva what? lol

You: idk nvm

You: lmao

You: hbu?

Stranger: guy here

You: Oh no way

Stranger: next song lol

You: I was like pretty sure u were a girl, dude

Stranger: lmao, really?

You: Next song? hahahahha

You: Yeaaah idk why

Stranger: yeah suggest another one

You: okay lemme think

Stranger: SURE LOL

You: Haha hmm, glorious by macklemore

Stranger: damn

You: what? lol

Stranger: i was gonna say the sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

You: Nooooo

Stranger: yeassss lol]

You: There's no waaay

You: r u serious?

Stranger: i'm really not kidding lol

You: oh my freaking god

Stranger: llisten to MGK too?

You: telepathy i would say

You: Yeahhh!! I love his songs!!

Stranger: telepathy 101

You: Hahahaha

Stranger: fovourite mgk song?

Stranger: mine's 27

You: hmmmmm good question

Stranger: rehab

You: maybe Same Love..

Stranger: that's a good one too

You: Yeahhh

Stranger: but love 27 lol

You: That's a really good one

Stranger: how about linkin park?

You: They're awesome for sure, but I don't listen them that much

You: You like them, right?

Stranger: i don't really have some specific favourite artist

Stranger: but there are rather specific songs

Stranger: like crawling, numb, etc by linkin park

Stranger: some from green day

Stranger: some from pink floyd

Stranger: stairway to heaven mt led zepplin

You: Oh that's so cool

Stranger: so far away frm avenged sevenfold

Stranger: many many moreeeeee

Stranger: do i sound like a kid rn? lo

Stranger: lol*

You: nooo nah nah, u got a really great musical taste actually dude..

Stranger: heard the white buffalo?

You: I'm not sure

Stranger: like classics ?

Stranger: cause they are a bang on classic

You: I'm listening to it rn

Stranger: ohh cool

Stranger: tell me if u like it

You: Hideous Heart

You: Oooh he def has a smooth voice lmao

Stranger: yeahh

You: Oooh that's nice...I like it

Stranger: that's not their best btw

Stranger: try darling what have i done

Stranger: or the house of the rising sun

You: Oh how the hell...i'm literally listening to this one rn

You: I mean, What have I done

Stranger: telepathy maxxx lol]

Stranger: i'm listening to it too lol

You: hahahahahah maxxx

Stranger: how old are u?

You: Take a guess

Stranger: cmmon lol

Stranger: 20ish

You: Not even close

You: I mean, kinda

Stranger: younger?

You: Yepp

Stranger: 17?

You: 16..

You: Hbu?

Stranger: ohh damn

Stranger: u sure sound like a 20 to me lol

You: nooo

Stranger: i'm 22

You: I'm sure hahaha

You: Oooh

You: oof!!

Stranger: yeahh

Stranger: can't help it can we? lmao

You: I mean, it doesn't matter

You: I guess?

You: what's ur name, btw?

Stranger: it's alright

Stranger: I'm Dev

Stranger: hbu

You: is Dev a nickname?

You: hey Dev!

You: I'm Sarah

Stranger: i really like your music taste, plus just introduced to a classic that u liked

Stranger: so i'm gonna pass the 16 lol

Stranger: introduced you*

Stranger: and yes Dev's a nickname

You: ok so i'm gonna pass the 22 as well hahah

Stranger: and it's a pleasure meeting you Sarah

Stranger: lmao yayy i guess

Stranger: u already passed the 22 lol

You: You're funny lol

Stranger: ohh compliment huh

Stranger: thanks though lol

Stranger: u seem cute too

You: Oh and same!! It's a pleasure meeting u!!

You: Aw! thank you :))

Stranger: :)

You: okay so..where r u from?

You: Actually no no no

You: Don't tell me

Stranger: where's my next song lol

Stranger: lol okay i won't

You: hold up a second Dev

Stranger: holding my horses Sarah lol

You: you better be lmao

Stranger: not flirting, but that's a really cute name hahaha

You: Sarah? do u really think so?

Stranger: i actually do

You: It's such a common name tho haha

Stranger: sooo?

Stranger: who said common can't be cute lol

You: Aww hahahah thank u, you're sweet Dev

Stranger: i guess i am lol

You: I'm sure

You: I really ur name, it's a nice one :)

Stranger: thanks Sarah

Stranger: so how long do i really have to hold my horses lol

You: Oooh!

You: I will wait by...wait i don't remember

Stranger: lol waiting

You: by Mumford & Sons

You: Noo that's actually the name

Stranger: play the night we met

You: Oh I love that song!

Stranger: by lord huron

Stranger: playyyyyyyyyyyyy

You: okay okay okay!!

Stranger: yayy

You: 8d?

You: It sounds so much better

Stranger: lol sure

You: playing

Stranger: good girl lol

You: Loool

Stranger: yeahh

You: this song has such a good vibe..

Stranger: ikr

Stranger: don't get lost in the song lol

Stranger: I'm here

You: Yeaaahhh same

Stranger: focus on me lol

You: I could easily sleep with this

You: You focus on me, Dev lol

Stranger: going round and round lol

Stranger: yeah all eyes on u lol

You: Awww that was cute

Stranger: tell me how u look right now

You: Tired

Stranger: like everything lol

You: sleepy

You: hungry

Stranger: lol

You: wbu? lol

Stranger: what's your height?

You: 5''3 (or 1,60cm)

Stranger: good

Stranger: hair color?

You: I'm brunette

You: Brown eyes

Stranger: ohh damnn

Stranger: lovely

You: thanks i guess :) hahah

You: wbu?

Stranger: skinny/thickk?

Stranger: 6 feet

You: skinny

Stranger: black eyes

Stranger: black hair

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: i'm not skinny

You: well, okay?

Stranger: yeah completely lol

You: You seem cute anyway

Stranger: and what u wearing rn

Stranger: hahaha

Stranger: thanks cutie

You: a white dress

You: cutie lmao

Stranger: ohhh

You: Dev

Stranger: yes

Stranger: sat it Sarah

You: I was just gonna say

You: I gotta go

You: But wanna keep in touch?

Stranger: heyyy

Stranger: stay

You: I can't :(

Stranger: y not

You: Dinner stuff rn

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: would love to stay in touch

You: awesome :)

You: do u got insta?

Stranger: got snap?

You: Not anymore

Stranger: lol download

You: don't u have insta..?

Stranger: deactivated for the time

You: oh no..

Stranger: got addicted to memes a lot lol

You: oh that's me

You: lmao

Stranger: yeah then u know how it is lol'

You: yeah ik..oof i was gonna say get it back but idk..

Stranger: I'll just leave my snap

Stranger: if u feel comfortable

Stranger: just add me

Stranger: okay?

You: K...

Stranger: dewx

You: that's it?

Stranger: "-" between w and x

You: dew-x?

Stranger: just hyphen

Stranger: yupp

You: nice username hahaha

Stranger: lol thanks

You: I'll leave my insta too then ok?

Stranger: sure

You: sarahcvlm

Stranger: okay

Stranger: what now then lol

Stranger: will u download?

You: I don't wanna skip..

Stranger: don't get me addicted again lol

Stranger: then don't skip

You: Idk but yeah now I probably will..

You: I mean, about download..ofc

Stranger: lol okay

Stranger: :)

You: Oof Dev.. it was freaking nice talking to u..

Stranger: it still is with u lol

Stranger: will be more in future too

You: aw

You: I hope so

Stranger: kiss u goodnight i guess lol'

You: Aw lmao

Stranger: forehead

You: Ooooh I was gonna say that wth

Stranger: with lips?

Stranger: lol

You: with lips what

You: anyway

Stranger: what were u gonna sat sarah

Stranger: say

You: U said forehead

You: And I was gonna say that

Stranger: u want on forehead or lips ?lol

You: well...idk

Stranger: got my answer lol

You: hhmmm

Stranger: what happened?

You: nothing?

You: i just don't wanna leave

Stranger: then y 'hmmmmm'

You: but i have to

Stranger: ohh

Stranger: download now

Stranger: we can continue

You: I will, not now but I will

Stranger: cool

You: I have to free up space first u know

Stranger: i'll wait?

Stranger: shit lol

You: yeah but trust me

Stranger: if i don't respond fast

Stranger: then i'm asleep

Stranger: okay?

You: sameeee!!!

Stranger: coool lol

Stranger: you're lovely sarah

You: no, YOU are!

Stranger: kisses on lip

You: Aww stop it

You: Stop being so cute ok

Stranger: i can be naughty too lol

Stranger: just saying

You: um, u don't have to tho

Stranger: okay Sarah lol'

You: see ya hopefully

Stranger: take caree

You: i'm gonna sleep today listening to the night we met

You: just saying

You: take care u too :)

Stranger: thinking about me?

You: what do u think?

Stranger: i guess yes

You: and you're right sir!

Stranger: how about listening to that and hugging me

You: I would literally love it

You: but we can't :(

Stranger: well then tonight your pillow is me

You: awwwww

Stranger: so hug me okay?

You: I will!!

Stranger: :)

You: see ya soon, hopefully! :)

Stranger: up to u lol

Stranger: what time there?

You: 9:30 pm

You: how bout there?

Stranger: till when will u sleep?

Stranger: 6 morning lol

You: Later but not 6am i'm sure hahaha

Stranger: lol

Stranger: text me when u do Sarah;'

You: okay Dev :)

You: Devin?

Stranger: just Dev lo

Stranger: lol

You: But is it Devin?

You: just asking

Stranger: nahhh

You: hahahah im not gonna call u Devin

Stranger: btw

Stranger: what were u doing in Norway tag

You: I love Norway

You: That's a plausible reason I guess

You: but I'm brazilian

You: wbu?

Stranger: it's kind of my go to place, whenever i wanna take a break from everything

Stranger: indian

You: Dude, I gotta go, u forgot?

You: Ohhh

You: That's nice :)

Stranger: text me within 30 mins

You: 30 mins??

Stranger: or i can't guarantee if i sleep lol

Stranger: on snap

You: It's okay if u sleep :)

Stranger: sure?

You: yeah :)

You: i gotta go i gotta go byee

Stranger: lol