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star--nymph · 8 months ago

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Eurydice Essentials: 05 - What do they specialize in within their class? 06 - Do they have a preferred weapon they always use? 07 - How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.? Codex: 10 - Are there any animals they have a particular love or hatred for?

11 - Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs? Have fun! <3

Aaaaaa, thank you, Jaz!! TIME TO GUSH ABOUT MY ELF.

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05 - What do they specialize in within their class?

Rift Mage! I did play around with the other two in game, but character-wise they didn't work for Eurydice. She has a personal thing with against necromancy (particularly the idea of raising a corpse from its resting place to do one's bidding) and while Knight Enchanter's cool, it ultimately doesn't fit her fighting style (favors ranged over close combat). Aside from all that, Eurydice has been studying the mark and the rifts since she woke up to it cut into her hand. Logically, it only makes sense that she would further that study with the help of 'Your Trainer' and Solas. Even if she didn't have the mark, Eurydice curiosity over the rifts alone would have lead her to being a Rift Mage. They are just random rips time and space that is pouring the Fade into their planet--if she can't at least play around with it, she can use it to her advantage. And being able to rain down meteors is pretty hot, neither of us can not lie.

06 - Do they have a preferred weapon they always use?

Oh, you know, that's a good question because she tends to switch between weapons? At least, in my head, Eurydice is primarily a staff user but she has a tendency to dig her staff into the ground and use it as a beacon or point of focus while she uses her hands (think like a lightening rod). Eurydice has a wild fighting style; she uses her staff more of an extension of her magic but for the most part, she'll attack from a distance, using heavy-handed spells like the Static Cage or Veilstrike to her advantage. If she's risking someone getting close, she turns her lightening magic into a whip that she uses to drag people towards her. She has a tendency to skitter out of the way if people do get close and people have noted that she mirrors a stag or halla when she does so. I did have an idea a while back of her being a spellbook user and that she outfitted her personal tome to have spikes on the spine so when people get too close, she can slam it down on them. Whether she actually does that in battle, I don't know, but is an hilarious image. That all said, she also keeps a knife one of her brothers made her before she left for the Conclave. So that might be her actual preferred weapon--it certainly is the one she has used to gut people who corner her in battle (and she has threaten several people with it on occasion);

07 - How do they dress in their downtime, while fighting, in formal settings, etc.?

Okay, so I fully admit, if Eurydice had her way, she'd be wearing nothing but rags she found on the side of the road. Sadly for her, I love fashion and pretty clothing more than most things in life, so she has to deal with me having a detailed wardrobes for her. Eurydice has two different forms of downtime clothing: those she works in and those she wears around Skyhold. When the Inquisition first settled in Skyhold, Eurydice's wardrobe was whatever she had on hand and had pockets, no matter how bad they looked. I made a joke that Eurydice probably walked out of her quarters one day wrapped in a curtain that she tied with sash, and from that point on Leliana, Josephine, and Vivienne took over her wardrobe--and while that's probably an exaggeration, it's not completely off. Eurydice wears things that work and don't get in the way. She also has a tendency to like light fabrics, so she'd probably be content with something she found in an old draw or in the servant's quarters. I think when she was with the clan, she and her sister Melia often wore the same limited wardrobe because fabric was hard to some by and neither of them were skill weavers. They wore what they wore and fixed them when they were damaged until they could no longer be worn; then recycled them for some other use. Skyhold was the first time that she had the money or freedom to wear...new things. I want to take a brief moment to mention that Eurydice has texture sensory issues to certain fabrics. Like I said, she wears light fabrics and one of the reasons is because they overstimulate her. For example, she can't wear velvet; she has stated that she feels as if its ripping off her skin and will scream if she's forced to touch it. Taffeta has a similar reaction. Satin is touch and go. Wools, linens like Muslim, cambric, canvas, and fustian are usually what she prefers--the lighter and more breathable the material, the safer she feels. She doesn't mind leathers either, though she prefers them not directly on the skin. For a default look, Eurydice wears something like this:

Which is a modification of this PJ mod with an added skirt, sash, and different sleeves. This is definitely the one she's most comfortable wearing, as you can tell by her skirt's hem being tattered (and it's absolutely filthy). The skirt has extra pockets and the sash acts as one big pocket which she carries things like seeds or books in. It certainly the one she wears when she's working in the stables or in her workshop. Eurydice has a another part of wardrobe specifically for lounge wear or at least for less formal meetings with nobles--these outfits also use lighter fabrics but are noted for being more expensive, having high-quality metals, jewels, and embroidery sewn into them. These formal looks usually look like the outfits I've drawn here: 1, 2, 3, 4. Usually her hair is either down, or put up in braids and buns with ribbons. She likes jewelry, especially earrings, so when she's feeling particularly pretty, she might wear silver and gold earrings. As for formal events like Judgements, galas, noble meetings, or the like, Eurydice's wardrobe and hair are given the full royal treatment. Crowns, layers dresses with flowing sleeves and caps, the very best jewelry the Inquisition can't get, and beautiful pearl laced hairstyles. So examples like: 1, 2, 3. It's pretty obvious that she's never quite happy to be in these looks, especially because people fuss around her. By the end of the night, she's thrown parts of the outfits off somewhere over her shoulder. And as you can imagine, her Winter Palace look is probably even more grand (and upsetting for her). I don't have many pictures because I've been drawing and redrawing and scrapping her Winter Palace look for years but the main description I can give is that it invokes a moon goddess image, with her having a train and cape that looks like glittering stars, and a heavy head dress with moons on it. Finally, Eurydice armor is also something I've been playing with for years and while I don't have an exact picture, I will say it's meant to be a cross between Dancer of the Boreal Valley from Dark Souls, the Nightingale Robes from Skyrim, and the Dalish armor concept from DA2. She definitely has a full faced, featureless mask on. Most people presume that she's an old woman in her armor because of her mask, her grey hair, her slump when she walks, and her deep voice.

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10 - Are there any animals they have a particular love or hatred for?

Eurydice doesn't hate any animal. I used to think she hated spiders but now I'm like no, she loves them. Crawling little friends. They're doing their jobs, why should she bother them? If they make cobwebs in her hair, that's THEIR business. But hallas are the ones she holds closest to her heart. Eurydice doesn't just love halla, she feels protected and respected when they're around her—a group of them relaxing in the middle of a field feels like home to her. Halla are intertwined with her more significant relationships. She's been enamored since she was a baby and her grandmother (her Hahmama) would carry her around and tell her about them through the day; she even made a halla plush for Eurydice to sleep with. Actually, Eurydice was selective mute for a good portion of her childhood and the only times she would talk was if she was either her Hahmama or her sister Melia—or if she was with halla. Most people didn't even know baby Eurydice could speak until they'd pass by her sitting with a group and blabber to them—BUT if they tried to talk to her themselves, she'd become quiet again. And that was thing—from a young age, halla didn't require anything OF Eurydice. They just liked that she was there, that she plop down with the tiny useless things she found, talk their ears off, and cuddle by their sides. Halla don't judge, they don't say Eurydice talks in odd ways—too fast, too slow, not happy enough, not using the right words. It's hard to be in the world as it is but to be in a place with creatures who let you simply exist and are happy with is unique to Eurydice. It's sad really because as talented she is with magic, her coming into it destroyed her dreams of being a halla mistress. All she wanted as a child was to stay with her halla and her sister. She wanted to become a halla mistress with Melia, raise and care for the beings that welcomed her into their family when no one else did. It's one of the reasons Eurydice hid her magic she was twelve—because she knew once it was revealed, everything she wanted would be taken away for the good of the clan. And it was. Eurydice had to be The First, she had to learned the ways of magic and lore and leadership over her people, even when she wasn't her people's first (or even last) choice for successor. So no more halla—no more running away with Melia to pretend to be halla mistress' in the forest. The best she could do was watch them from afar, ride them when she was able, and have Ghilan'nain's vallaslin. Anyway, all animals are good animals, even the ones that try to eat her. If they kill her, that's her fault, she was slipping,

11 - Do they have any interest in folk tales or folk songs?

She does. As I mentioned above, Eurydice's Hahmama started her love for halla and the reason for that was because her Hahmama was actually the clan's storyteller. Her Hahmama was like a library of stories and songs, every day she'd beguile the clan's children with myths and legends, and every night she'd sing to the adults about old heroes and love affairs with the gods. But the special stories about hallas and Ghilan'nain were reserved for her grandchildren and little Eurydice was enthralled with them through her. So as she grew, she'd collected them in her mind like her Hahmama did before her. Though she's no storyteller, she knows her people's folk tales and songs well, and she keeps in her heart for those she loves. And when her children come, she'll sit them down and tell them all they need to know.

#Eurydice Lavellan #writing #dai #female lavellan #lavellan

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stitchthesewords · 2 years ago

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HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I ACTUALLY READ THESE CHAPTERS SEVERAL DAYS AGO BEFORE STITCH MADE MAJOR CHANGES TO THEM AND OH MY GOD SHE MADE THEM SO MUCH WORSE THE BOYS JHJKSJKFSJKKJ I AM RATTLING AT MY BARS-

ANYWAY. This was so much better than what I imagined but oh my god. The funny cute banter between Scar and Mumbo that is like barely inches from flirting. The teasing. The little jokes. Scar's fascination with "human stories." His excitement over the most mundane of memories, the minecart ride and the discoveries AND THEN WHAM, HURT!! ANGST!! NO COMFORT!! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" AND THE RUNNING AND THE SHEER PANIC OF IT ALL OHHFDSHHAH-

Okay. Okay lemme back it up. Man the cute domesticness at the start, the little signs of Mumbo warming up to Grian (my dear readers that scene originally went very different and as good as the original was I am delighted by the change). I still can't get over the mental imagine of "Scar! :D And Grian :|" but he's warming up and he's becoming fond of the bird boy and aaaaaa I love them and they love each other <3 Helping Mumbo do something as boring and domestic as make item frames and just mmmm <3

"We have guns" YEAH WELL GUESS WHAT SCAR THAT'S NOT GONNA FUCKING HELP-

The minecart ride.... you should totally post the whole thing as an aside on tumblr or something, the long 700-ish word version was very fun :) But you summarized it very nicely here <3 I just love Scar tripping as he gets out and Mumbo ZOOMING over to help him, like honey I think you cut some of Grian's hair there LMAO

Just the whole arguing about the chorus fruit. "I'll go first, no I'LL go first you could get hurt, no ME-" Then Grian just fucking peaces out and immediately injures himself SORRY that SENT me I love them so much. I wonder how Mumbo and Scar react to that. "No I'll go first you're accidEEEGRIAN-"

Grian batting Mumbo away from the flame with his wings and Scar floating his staff away LMAO. Mumbo just Causing Problems On Purpose. Grian and Scar fighting to keep him Away From The Torch and him just being like having no self preservation cares BUT THEN TWO SECONDS LATER JUMPING AWAY WHEN THE TORCH GETS TOO CLOSE ON ACCIDENT LMAO. I'm sorry I love him so much, turns out a wet cat is still a cat indeed-

And Grian getting lost in his memories. Like he was in two places at once, in his head and physically (that is such a mood ngl, me every time I walk across my grandmother's farm jkgfdkj). The concern Mumbo and Scar have about him getting lost in thought and Scar's excitement over him getting a little flash of a mundane little memory aaaaa <3

THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE I LOVE IT. I mean you know me you know I love a good ancestors and city ruins plot. AN ANCIENT MOB FARM KJFJKSJKFSJK at least they get the idea to dig around it. My god Mumbo's immediate "No you are not building a bridge here" and trying to be Intimidating™ and Firm™ and Scar just looking him dead in the eyes and lighting the torch to send him scuttling back like the wet cat he is under his vampirism HJKFSJLFKJSL I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH also the "I'm not as flammable as Scar says I am" WHY DO I GET THE FEELING YOU ARE LYING MR. JUMBO HUH?? HUH????

Anyway Grian just SEEING the purple light in the distance and knowing it's the Rift and immediately being mesmerized by it, drawn forward. God I want to see that scene from Scar and Mumbo's pov, Grian just running past them and flying and just jkfgkjdkj. AND THEN. THEN THE RIFT????? PUTS HIM IN A MEMORY???? I legit thought for a moment that Grian was remembering his home falling apart and then it just turned out to be an accident and then Mumbo and Scar's voices and words just melded with the memory?? dream?? and he had no idea what was really happening AND ALMOST WALKED STRAIGHT INTO THE RIFT I AM SOOO JKDSJKFJKS

AND SCAR SCREAMING. SCAR REALIZING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCREAMING AND GRABBING GRIAN IN POSSIBLY THE MOST PAINFUL WAY SO HE CAN DRAG HIM BACK WHILE THE RIFY TRIES TO EAT GRIAN?!?!?! THE RIFT REACHING OUT FOR THEM AND INJURING THEM??? OR ONE OF THEM IDK HOW MUCH I CAN SAY BC GRIAN IS DISASSOCIATING AND THE FEAR AS HE REALIZES WHAT'S HAPPENED AND THAT THE RIFT LURED HIM IN AND EVERYONE SCREAMING WONDERING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCAR YELLING AT MUMBO TO STAY AWAY FROM IT AS HE BODILY DRAGS GRIAN AWAY AND THEY RUN AND DON'T STOP AND THEY JUST RUN AND RUN BECAUSE THEY NEED TO GET AWAY (ARE THEY BEING CHASED TOO??? IF SO BY WHAT SCAR SCRAMBLED AWAY FROM THE HOLE AND MUMBO SEALED IT IMMEDIATELY JKSLK) AND OH MY GOD THEY HAVE CHOSEN THE WORST POSSIBLE OPLACE TO PUT A VAULT-

BUT. The first time, when Grian went through the first time it showed him grassy fields........ it didn't lure him in with a memory/dream IT TEMPTED HIM IN. BUT IT DIDN'T CONSUME HIM THEN. WHAT'S HAPPENING. But god imagine seeing grass and sunlight only to walk through INTO A FUCKING CAVERN. AND THE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS BEING CHASED I AM WONDERING NOW AND I AM. SO FEARFUL. STITCH. S T I T C H. WHAT IS HAPPENIIING EVERY TIME I THINK I KNOW YOU THROW A WRENCH IN IT HHJSDJHJKFSKJ

Anyway so obviously if you could not tell by my unhinged screaming this chapter was amazing and I am DYING holy shit. Thankyou for this it's wonderful <3

HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN THREATENED WITH THAT MIDNIGHT UPDATE FOR WEEKS AND IT WAS DESERVED. RATTLE YOUR BARS, YOU CANNOT STOP ME

I am clapping from my glass lil box of emotions though bc have the two of us in our dms last night while we freaked out about each other stories was the most fun I’ve had w writing in ages and genuinely so much joy in my heart. Could not have been a better night. AND YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES I ‘m glad the panic got across. I was typing, VERY fast.

That scene did originally go. Very different. Actually here hold on-

“Well. You don’t have to show us anything then. It’s our vault, and we know you used a chorus fruit to get in. So, we can just do that,” Mumbo said. His tone was a bit colder now and Grian swallowed.

😊 I much much much prefer ‘Grian [neutral]’ I think but man there is something about Mumbo slamming his metaphorical door shut in the original scene too. But also yes the domesticity of storage organization. They’re all so married already its sort of insane.

ITS FINE THEY WERE FINE EVERYTHING’S FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

I should post the whole minecart scene actually. Not here, I’ll do it later. Shout at me if I don’t do it later klghsdhs But I really love it. I’m like a kid in a candy shop w the redstone mechanics and the minecarts in MC I just. Love. Them. So much. AND YES SCAR TRIPPING which was inspired by the fact that getting into and out of rollercoasters for myself is a fucking time and a half tbh. I love Mumbo using his Vampire powers for like, mundane everyday things like helping scar I am soFT ABOUT IT

Fun fact what you DIDN’T see was the original where Mumbo bit into it – the only reason I changed it is because it was weird having the non-POV character teleport away. The tension of the scene got muddled. Also peacing out w a chorus fruit in the middle of an argument about who should actually use the damn thing seemed like either a very Grian or Scar thing to do anyway sooooo. BUT YES HE JUST. IMMEDIATELY CAREENS ONTO HIS CHIN. Bless his hollow boned ass. They’re all such wet cats.

I picture mumbo as one of those tuxedo cats who just always looks like they are Up To Something. Slinking around. Making a lot of ruckus but then always sitting politely when you go to check on them. Batting at everything and anything. You get the drift. He is. SUCH a wet cat

[Grian would be an orange tabby and Scar would be a tortie, for the record. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.]

One of my favorite like. Bad??? Things?? [Well. Not necessarily always – disassociation and getting lost in your memories can be good for you in certain places for sure] the human brain does is go “Mmm hey there’s this Thing That Happened but instead of thinking about it directly we’re going to make you spiral around it like a bathtub draining and THEN let you remember what it was.” You know? Idk I think it’s a really interesting aspect to like, healing from trauma/how the brain deals with difficult memories. It helps, too, that there’s definitely Weird Magic Things at play too, which is a really interesting way to examine it. IDK one of my favorite aspects of fiction is how we can explode the human condition outwards to utterly ridiculous lengths in order to really peel back the layers of our own experiences and study them and learn from them/how to deal with them. And then the fact that not only is Scar Concerned and Excited but Grian has even attracted Mumbo’s Concern like. Mumbo Jumbo you are not living down the ‘Actually Cares About The Bird’ allegations.

FUN FACT ‘THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE’ IS SOMETHING I STOLE FROM MY NOVEL- That’s what the people who live in the ‘modern day’ call Human Ancestors [Like, neandertals and homo erectus]. I DO know you love a good ancestor city ruins plot 👀👀👀. I do in fact know this about you. Eyes the recent midnight update. ALSO YEAH ANCIENT MOB FARM DLKGADFG They used to be so much easier to build I miss it. I should go back to alpha for funsies. Also I love mr Wet Cat Jumbo he’s so Scary tm and then he’s not at all in the slightest actually. It’s so funny. Scar has put up with him for so long. TBF He has put up with scar also for so long.

IN HIS DEFENSE, WHICH ONE OF THEM IS LYING TBH. THEY BOTH WOULD CATCH FIRE LIKE MATCHSTICKS LKADFG but also 😊

A little bit of excited to see it again a little bit of lured in. Excited /neg. I guess. Also I too want to see that scene from their POVs so. Uh. We probably will. Rift AU IS self-indulgent first and foremost after all 😊 AND Y E A H I wanted the Rift to get to play with Memories and Dreams in a really funky way for Reasons Revealed Later. I LOOOOOOVE How confusing it turned out to be honest. It is meant to be read as disorienting and not clear when is why is how. BUT THAT SCENE OF HIM ALMOST WALKING IN – I HAVE HAD THAT PLANNED BASICALLY SINCE I STARTED THIS AHHHH

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PANIC Okay like I didn’t do a lot of description of the room the Rift is in because Grian has got Bigger Fish To Fry and taking time away to describe this MASSIVE PURPLE RIFT IN THE CAVE WALL felt out of place but. Imagine you are Scar. And the Avian you’ve grown fond of who occasionally does work for your lowkey criminal empire is walking towards it and not responding to you screaming his name and you have seconds to act and you GRAB HIM BY HIS WING which is a thing that’s already been shown to be a little bit sensitive [a lotta bit sensitive] and you feel the feathers pull out under your hand but you have to pull him away and as you do TENTACLES OF LIGHT BURST FORTH FROM THE RIFT, REACHING FOR HIM, SEARCHING FOR HIM [their POV is gonna be. Fuked.] AND ITS ALL YOU CAN DO TO GET AWAY BUT THE DAMN THING GRABS ONTO YOU AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SKIN OF YOUR ARM BRUISING AND TEARING AS YOU PULL YOURSELF AND GRIAN AWAY FROM IT I CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS SCENE, OKAY? OKAY. AND THEN YOUR BEST FRIEND ALMOST LOVER ISS WATCHING AND ABSOLUTELY TRYING TO GET CLOSER TO HELP BECAUSE, I MEAN, HELLO, AND YOU CANT LET HIM get any closer, you can’t let whatever the hell this is touch him, hurt him, so you start just screaming. And running. Aaaaaugh. AND THE TWO OF YOU ARE RUNNING AND you’ve GOT GRIAN IN YOUR ARMS AND GRIAN IS FUCKING GONE HE’S SOBBING INTO YOUR CHEST AND NECK AND SHOULDER AND YOUR LEGS ALREADY HURT BUT YOU CANT STOP RUNNING AND-- 😊I cannot be normal about this scene okay I CANNOT.

WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED, MY DEAR BELOVED FRIEND ATHERIX, WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED.

Thank you for screaming it was a DELIGHT I cannot wait to write the next chapter I am practically vibrating out of my skin about it.

#Asks #Mutuals #Atherix #Rift Asks #Rift AU #Hermitshipping #Mumscarian #<- Implied/Future so I figured I would tag it #G O D I WANNA WRITE CH 3 #BUT I NEED TO GET SOME WORK DONE ON MY EXCHANGE FIC TOO???#REPLY TO ALL MY COMMENTS ON AO3???#AH

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peoplcshope · 1 year ago

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send me ❤️ + url meme / closed / @ofburningsouls

❤️ smh can't be on anon to send this, but a heart for peoplcshope? (I'M SO SORRY FOR ACCIDENTALLY UNFOLLOWING I HAVE BUTTER FINGERS AAAAAA-- I'm struggling so hard to send this so you BETTER GIVE YOURSELF SOME LOVE 😤😤😤😤)

Just know Lily you hit me with my greatest weakness ever..self love. Not to say I hate myself, I can just never find the nice things to say about me without a little bit of thinking and BELIEVE ME I had to think on this one. The small things aside I’m pretty good at money management, if there’s something I need to save for then i’ll save for it and the temptation wouldn’t even be there (must be why i’m great at saving in gachas). I’m a glass half full type of guy, when shit happens to me I can find SOME positive in it or even crack a little clever joke. Hmmm…what else? Can’t think of anything buuut there we go, I spoke nice things about me. ALSO don't feel bad Lily, the amount of times I've unfollowed someone accidentally on mobile is just...why they put that button so close to the one where you'd have to interact with your mutual.

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough.#ofburningsouls #better hope next update they don't put block close to message

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particular-one · 2 years ago

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Yes! You get it, why are we so twinning right now!!! When you said you had a bunch of angst drafts I was so 👀👀 but this first love fic was also scrumptious 🤌

OMG just earlier I was talking jokingly about my soulmate being a guardian angel and then you said that!! The universe is universing 😵‍💫 mallues, my love confirmed!!! Omg oikawa's defense lawyer LOL you're hilarious 😂 you must have your work cut out for you, that's a full time job!! I also think he's whipped in love and would be so down bad! And seijoh hates him for it because he's daydreaming through all of practice and out of it but once game time comes,, the KING is back! It's so effortless too! He would look totally cool if every point wasn't followed by a 'yoohoo~~~' and him winking and shooting hearts at reader LOL. What I wouldn't give to break Oikawa's heart and leave him a mess 🥲 The only man's heart I want to fictionally break and have an angsty love story with more than oikawa is.....kuroo. pls those two simps would be so good to ruin in misery! Oikawa crying in the rain, after having his heart broke multiple times, whyyyy would you put that in my headdddd!!! Kuroo's a scorpio so he'd be so ready to get revenge but he's a squish at heart and really just wants to be loved 🥺 would have a whole revenge plan and then see you in the aisle at target and kenma has to hold him back from going over and proposing right then and then. OMG AND THE THREE AM DRUNK TEXTS AAAAAA!!!!

I'm sorry for spamming your inbox, it's so fun talking to you hehe 💕 I had a rough few days so I'm really enjoying myself on your blog hehe. I'll go now but I look forward to your other works! I do want to request but I have no idea what 😅 Take care and stay hydrated 🥰

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the conflict of wanting to give my comfort characters the biggest and warmest hug and simultaneously unleashing pain on them is my dilemma always and forever<\3 but heehee it was def fun to write something more fluffy for dan heng before disaster strikes OH FR?? what are the chances LOL a mind link is occurring?? all jokes aside, malleus truly seems like the perfect match 🤭 no but ABSOLUTELY. oikawa thinks he’s all that but reader being 🫤 just throws him off majorly. like what do i have to do to actually make you find me charming :( he is so down bad it is actually really funny. he’s so used to easily winning people over that it frustrates him that it isn’t the same with you. the fact that he is oh so willing to get his heart broken for you???? dedication. yet another point for my “why is oikawa one of the most dedicated characters from the media i consume” essay. 😤 OH I GET U I GET U …. kuroo getting his heart broken and coming up with a full blown revenge scheme but simultaneously drunk texting reader at 3am on why things ended up the way they are is just :(( oikawa and kuroo are just hopeless idiots pining in denial. dw abt it!! it was definitely fun talking to you<3 i’m sorry to hear that, but i do hope things get better for you! my inbox is always open whenever you want to chat ✨ if u come up with any requests u would like for me to write, hmu anytime!

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boyfriendtaekook · 9 months ago

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AAAAAA I LOVE IT SO MUUUCH!!!! the slowburn is all i ever need istg😭😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶 it’s also (extremely) relatable *wink wink*

jokes aside, i love how you take us readers deep dive into the story. you managed to make us understand from their perspectives!!! not to mention the artist reference!!!!!!!!!!!! i loveeeeee every bit of it!

not to put pressure on you, but i genuinely can’t wait for more chapters!!! more seasons!!! it is THAT good!!! it’s go good i’m willing to wait for years just to know its ending.

and… THANK YOUUU for witting such a refreshing story🥺🫶

I Want You to Stay (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: boss!JK x assistant!reader; idiot strangers to lovers; slow slow burn; k-drama feels (What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim-inspired); angst, drama, fluff, smut

Series Warnings: foul/explicit language; alcohol consumption & passing out, unhealthy coping mechanisms; family drama; minor injuries; power dynamics (JK starts off as a jerk); work-related anxiety, feelings of helplessness, insecurities; childhood traumatic experiences, nightmares; sexual harassment, prior incidence of domestic violence (PLS PLS BE CAREFUL WHEN READING); arts and business/property devt talk that’s probably inaccurate; commitment issues & emotionally constipated characters; cold and detached JK; explicit sexual content (specific warnings stated per chapter) (18+)

Word count: TBD

Status: Ongoing

Series summary: Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

Inspiration: Stay by Mikky Ekko

A/N: Hiii I am BAAACK! 🫡 This story is finally seeing the light of day after 3 years. I feel a little rusty, especially this being my first new JK series in 1.5 years! But it's also been a bit rough getting back into writing (and in Tumblr) after so long and after the year that was, so there won't be a schedule for chapter releases and I'll probably be a lot slower than usual. I wasn't sure if I was gonna go back to writing but I realized that I've missed interacting with you guys and screaming about stories so I do hope you give this some love. Fair warning that it's a really slow burn and some scenes are reminiscent of k-dramas. There are also sensitive and triggering topics so please proceed with caution!

And lastly, my biggest love and deepest gratitude to @wonwoonlight who's been the sweetest and loveliest person to talk to about everything, including this story. 🫶🏼 I give her credit for her amazing photos of Seoul (check moodboard) and for being the playlist manager. Please send her love as well!💕

Season 1 -> Playlist 🎶: on the way home

Episode 1 (wc: 12k)

Episode 2 (wc: 11.9k)

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screampied · 10 months ago

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Aaaaaaaa what was that? What was that? I am going to cry 😭 (all jokes aside your last angst fic was so good it made my eyes teary I was actually about to cry I loved it ❤️❤️❤️)

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THANK YOU MOONIE BABE 🥹

omg i made u tear up AAAAAA. it’s okay me too lol. i was kinda sad at two am when i wrote it but i’m glad people are suffering with me >:))))

#anons 💌#🧁#🌙 anon #someone said i need to be restricted from writing angst LMAO 😭😭😭

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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago

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Matsus biggest fears?

aaaaaa this was fun to think about, I hope you enjoy~

Jyushi’s was hard for me to write and think about because I think I have the same fear, I HATE silence 😂😂😂

💚 CHOROMATSU 💚

Atychiphobia ― the fear of failure.

A perfectionist to his core with a noticeable amount of anxiety, what he’s afraid of more than anything is to fail. At anything. It could be something small like forgetting something at the grocery store or something big like tanking an interview. It doesn’t matter if the consequences are significant or not. It’s the simple act of failure that puts a knot in his stomach.

The very thought that he’s made a mistake or done something incorrectly gnaws at him. It kicks his anxiety into a panic of what if. What if he failed at something small, and so there’s no chance he can make it if something bigger is thrown at him? What if he failed at something more serious and he’s screwed up big-time? What if he’ll never be able to handle anything ever?

The worst part of it is that it keeps him from taking chances. If he can’t do anything without mistakes, to some arbitrary standard that’s ‘good enough’, then he might as well not even try, right? He’s so terrified of messing up, he can’t take it if whatever he tries isn’t perfect… if he doesn’t do it, he can’t fail! It limits him even in things he genuinely wants to do. If he isn’t good or perfect right away, to him, there’s no sense continuing, and it’s a very sad, frustrating way to live.

💜 ICHIMATSU 💜

Sociophobia ― the fear of socializing.

It’s a persistent, nagging thought in the back of his head, the cornerstone of his experience with social anxiety disorder that makes him borderline terrified of other people. There are times it can disappear in short bursts, and it’s almost completely absent with his brothers. But aside from that, he’s so scared he’s going to be judged, more than anything. That’s the worst thing he can think of.

Even if no one is judging him, he feels like they are. He’s trash, he’s strange, he’s saying or doing something wrong. How is he supposed to know how to act? Can’t he just be normal? He remembers he could act normal in high school; how come that changed? Why can’t he just do that anymore? Shit, he knows everyone is looking at him and thinking what a fucking weirdo he is.

Similarly to Choromatsu, this fear limits Ichimatsu in living his life. It’s too bad, because if he were to show his true self but also being as social as he was in high school, he would probably have some great friends aside from his brothers. He thinks all his dry wit is just stupid jokes that nobody likes, he thinks people are going to be laughing at him or making fun of him, he thinks he’ll end up awkward in a corner. So he doesn’t go to parties, and he doesn’t talk to people more than he needs to. Sometimes it’s a struggle for him to buy something at the store because small talk with the cashier will make him anxious.

💛 JYUSHIMATSU 💛

Sedatephobia ― the fear of silence and stillness.

It’s not that he has any trouble with the dark or sleeping or relaxing… it’s that he gets anxious when there’s absolutely no noise or movement at all. Being in a place where it’s too quiet, he’s by himself and nothing is going on, is scarier than anything. His own thoughts try to take over, but they take over too much. He starts to hear things that might not be there, and soon enough he’s panicking because he doesn’t know what’s real anymore.

There’s nothing that unsettles him more than perfect silence and perfect stillness. Left with his thoughts, it could well and truly drive him insane. Is he hearing something…? If he is, then what is it? Because there shouldn’t be anything making sounds. The discomfort comes from expecting to hear something, hearing nothing, then suddenly hearing something, and not knowing if it’s real or if his brain is trying to fill in the quiet with its own background noise.

It’s the main reason he hates sleeping alone. Even though there’s no TV or music going in the bedroom (unless Osomatsu and Totty are fucking around on their phones), at least if he’s with someone else, they’re there. They move around a bit and he can hear their breathing and if he gets desperate he can wake them up to talk until they all drift off to sleep. If he’s alone… well… all he has is himself. Sometimes that’s okay, sometimes he can soothe himself by talking or humming… other times, even his own voice seems swallowed up by the silence, and it sends him into a full-blown anxiety attack.

💙 KARAMATSU 💙

Kakorraphiophobia ― the fear of rejection.

Because deep, deep down, he knows he’s not good enough for anyone, and yet it still hurts more than any other pain. All he’s ever wanted is to be truly accepted and loved by someone. His family loves him, and he knows that. It’s just… he wishes that someone outside them would also take him as he is, love them back just as he loves them. Knowing that he’s doomed to be rejected, paralyzes him with fear.

He settles for people, and he settles hard, because… if he doesn’t… then he’s just going to keep being turned down. No one will ever put up with him if he doesn’t overlook their flaws too. Even if their flaws happen to be that they treat him terribly, they still love him, right? He can’t bear the idea that someone he’s been with for a while might decide to dump him due to him not being a doormat anymore. So it’s… it’s fine, they can be as awful as they want, as long as they keep loving him.

He’s a mess when it comes to any little hint that he’s being rejected, not just during the initial stages of a relationship. Being blown off for a date, being shut down or ignored when he tries to talk to them, being shoved away when he goes in for a hug or kiss… it hurts so bad. All he really wants to do is love and be loved. It makes him think there’s something fundamentally wrong with him that he doesn’t deserve love of any kind. Even though he feels like that’s true, it’s still so painful he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

❤️ OSOMATSU ❤️

Autophobia/monophobia ― the fear of being alone.

It shouldn’t be so hard to be one’s own best friend, should it? But after spending his life with five brothers, not having anyone around has become too hard to take. When he’s alone, it swallows him up, pressing in around him and reminding him that it’s a glimpse of the future. An empty house, an empty futon, a dinner table set for one… even when he’s around other people he doesn’t know. He feels lonely even in a crowd sometimes, like something’s missing from him because he’s by himself.

That’s unhealthy enough, and it comes with the side effect of dissociation. Who is he if he’s not with his brothers? If he can’t just say he’s ‘the oldest one’, then what is he?? He becomes so unattached from the concept of himself, it’s hard to even list his traits when he’s not with anyone else. It’s like he’s looking at someone else, at times, trying to figure out who they are when that’s him. Being alone, feeling lonely, it eats away until there’s nothing left of him, or maybe there was never really anything there in the first place.

It’s crippled his ability to deal with any situation where he’s by himself. If even one of his brothers is still there, he’s okay! He’s still Osomatsu, he knows who he is and how to exist and how to act. Take all of them away, though, and he’s impossibly afraid of being alone. For being the oldest, he clings to all his little brothers like they define his identity. He doesn’t know how to be without them, when it’s just him. It didn’t used to be like this, did it? This is how it’s become, though. He’s terrified because he knows this isn’t a good thing, but he doesn’t know how to exist any other way.

💖 TOTTY 💖

Athazagoraphobia ― the fear of being ignored or forgotten.

It’s that crushing pressure of being the youngest of six boys, often being a tacked-on, “Don’t forget your little brother!” rather than being around because they want him to be. He was always so clingy and needy and such a crybaby, he tried to follow his brothers around so they would give him attention. He wasn’t going to get it any other way, was he? If he didn’t force himself into their lives, they would have forgotten all about their poor baby brother. He hates it. He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

Because, it’s not like he hasn’t been forgotten or ignored before. Sometimes in high school, he would have to run until he could barely breathe to catch up with one of his brothers because they forgot they were supposed to walk him home, or worse, they didn’t want to be seen with him. He would tug at their sleeves and whine for his nii-chans, and they would pretend like they didn’t even hear him… or maybe give him a condescending pat on the head to placate him. Well, he knows better than to seek attention from them anymore, doesn’t he? They don’t care. They’d rather just forget about him.

It still stings, though. Whenever they’re all going out somewhere, and they ask him as an afterthought if maybe he wants to come. Like they didn’t plan to invite him except that it popped into their heads at the last minute. Or if he’s on a date and the other person asks him to repeat himself, like they weren’t listening the first time. If they seem to be looking at someone else or being too friendly with a server. It’s manifested as a glaring insecurity and petty jealousy that, although he tries to control it, he doesn’t know how to make it go away. It’s… it’s not that he doesn’t deserve love, right…?

#Osomatsu san #whump #angst #fear #headcanons #Choromatsu #Ichimatsu #Jyushimatsu #Karamatsu #Osomatsu #Totty #WHEW

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pianostarinwonderland · 3 years ago

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Why you dislike MalleYuu? Im just curious but I respect your opinion if you dont want to.

No worries! Honestly, this is kind of a vent so I’m putting this underneath a cut and not putting this into the main tag, so please feel free to scroll past if you don’t want to see me complaining.

Firstly, I dislike Malleyuu because of how fans always come proclaiming that One scene between them means endgame romance. I get that it can be in a joking manner, but also, since it’s the internet, it’s hard to tell. And it gets really tiring to see it over and over and over. 🤡

It’s also really funny because you have Ace going “hehe would you like sleeping in our room :)” but none of you are gonna go awooga over that? 😭 but then Yuu invites Malleus to VDC because hey why not, invite a friend right? And then everyone goes “AAAAAA ENDGAME SHIPPPPP”.

Now while that’s one main reason why I dislike the ship, it’s not The main reason.

My biggest peeve about the ship is that it feels invalidating to everyone else. So you’re all going to say all the Yuus that people made to ship with Malleus are the only ones good enough for validation? You’re just going to brush off every other sona shipped with other characters out there but hype up sonas with Malleus? The Malleyuu week that happened at one point in the year? In unfiltered words, it hurt. A lot. You guys will only celebrate Malleus stans? Really now?

As a blogger who really loves to talk about Octavinelle (especially Azul), it’s honestly demotivating when my inbox is always filled with Malleus and not Octavinelle and when my Malleus posts have much more clout than other posts that I put more time and energy on.

Character-wise, Malleus just doesn’t interest me. I’m not into the lonely boy trope. In fact, his grandma’s more interesting to me 😂 I can’t really think of any interesting theories for him aside from any UM possibilities, but even then, ehh? Him being so overpowered also doesn’t help. So when people keep sending me asks about him, I find myself feeling so tired that I either write a half-hearted response or delete altogether. And I really only write a response because I don’t want to be unfair to everyone 😭 but of course, I have my own limits too.

And when Malleus posts get so much more clout? Please, one of my top posts is just an anon submission about Malleus’ eyes and that got more popular than character posts I made? So what does this say? That people will ignore the posts I put my heart and soul into just because it’s not him? That I have to force myself to write about someone that I’m not interested in at all just for people to look at my blog and want more from me? That I won’t be as loved in the community as Malleus stans? Is that it? I have a number of long posts in my drafts, and each time, it gets unmotivating to do them because what if it’s going to be brushed aside after all that I’ve done?

It hurts, honestly. Even if I try not to show it, it hurts.

While irl will always be the first and foremost reason why I sometimes won’t be seen posting or reblogging, seeing Malleus getting the clout is also a reason why I lose the energy to even post something. Sometimes, I’d get the urge to just put up a second post asking you all to stop talking about Malleus for the time being because I’m tired of talking about him. But I try not to because I don’t want to be unfair again about who to talk about.

It also reaches the point that when people lovemail about him or him and Yuu, I get irritated or uncomfortable. I can ignore it in a server (and heck I’ll be likely to bulli), but when it’s lovemail in DMs, that’s when I feel blegh about it. And I can’t just ask people to not lovemail about him 🥲 because that’s just being mean, right?

So yeah anyway :’) congrats I guess if you read thisbto the end.

#ask

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mochinon-yah · 7 months ago

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REVIEW (SPOILER) :

Hiii, okay, so before we start, i just wanna say good job to brynryn because you made such an amazing work and GOSH was i hooked into reading every single part of the fic from the start till the end. Wouldn't say that this is the brynn's best work, but i will say that this work's plot twist actually worked on me- like bro wth-

*cough* anyways

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I could remember that time when you uploaded a simple spoiler for this and i was wondering who will be talking to akira, but turns out, it was fischl and oz lol. Not going to lie, it was sudden, but cute 🫶 altho ig i understand why akira should be interrupted. Looking back at the start of y/n's and akira's confrontation, it would've ended bad if there was no one to interrupt them. Maybe, brynn just randomly choose fischl?

But sjskska the conversation between akira and fischl was absolutely cute! Altho yeah, akira was giving such absurd questions about his relationship with y/n in a roundabout way to fischl.

Ahhh, srsly tho, i kept thinking about the ending with the plot twist in mind and i kept just being amazed by how you executed it in such a beautiful way :')

Aaaaaa it was so good i swear

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THIS GENUINELY SURPRISED ME TOO LMAO. Well, just a plain of like "oh—OH?" kind of surprise. But i wonder tho, why did y/n acts somewhat welcoming (their arrival into teyvat) for someone who actually has a lover or just a beloved waiting for them to come home?

But thinking abt it, this one sentence is more like an explanation why y/n wouldn't want to accept akira. They already have a lover back home. Accepting akira and embracing him means breaking the trust of y/n's lover. And plus, they still love their lover. Even if they didn't (or it lessened), the efforts that went into that relationship were already enough, especially because all they needed left was a.... uhh, was it a home or smth? Sorry, i forgot hehe. I read this at nighttime because i wanted to know what's up, so i forgot some tiny little details like these.

In any case, moving on.

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I SHOULD'VE KNOWN. THIS WAS... THIS WAS FORESHADOWING AKIRA'S FREAKING DRINKS 💀💀 ngl at this part, i was like "haha did akira put cocai-" but yeah, i was just joking around.

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THIS ONE PART THO!!! The build up to the top of the conflict in this one part was absolutely insane. I love every details of it. The creepiness and the dialogues between y/n and akira were the best. This might be my favorite part from the whole story, aside from tbe plot twist ending.

I can't explain much but akira was literally like explaining that his love or devotion was THAT passionate, i suppose. Because of his passionate heart, he ended up with a pyro vision. Y/n hearing that was like "oh, is that so?" AND I AM LOVING EVERY BITS OF THEM TALKING HERE AND GOSH THE DIALOGUES AAAAA- i just lop lop it.

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BRO. PLS. I DID NOT EXPECT THIS ENDING. SUCH AN OPEN ENDING TOO????? 😭😭🫶

IT WAS SUCH A COOL ENDING UGSHWHSJKA PLS I LOP IT <33 i can't explain it that much but oh my gosh 😭😭 i lop it so muchhhh

"Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

AAAAA NDNSKS IT'S SUCH A GOOD DIALOGUE 🥺🫶

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre.

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links.

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching.

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame.

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator.

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?"

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well.

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed.

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly.

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward.

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well.

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed.

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched.

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips.

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's…

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic.

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously.

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes."

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try."

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision.

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked.

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..."

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

#reli-reblogs #this is the review reblog <3 #i would love to put it in the tags but i have pictures rather than just simplr words to explain my points hehehehe

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Common Stupid Thieves

Sean Falco x Reader // Platonic!Derek & Reader

Prompt: I would like to request a Sean fic where the reader is a fellow criminal who’s in on the valet scam (or another scam of your invention). I think it would be hot to drive around in fast cars doing mischief with him. Hehe 😎 💕 Please and thank you! You’re the best! Requested by: @badsext Warning(s): Language, Recreational Drug Use, Criminal activities, Infidelity Word Count: 3.5k

a/n: Aaaaaa, I was so excited when I got this prompt because I’ve been wanting to write something with a fellow criminal reader for a while now, but just didn’t know what I wanted to do, but this gave me the perfect excuse to think about it more. There will be two parts.

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“Hey dog!” Derek greeted, joining Sean at the valet podium, a wide grin on his face as he sidled up next to his friend.

“Hey, man,” Sean replied, rubbing his hands together against the cold, his breath misting in the brisk night air. Autumn had already descended on Portland and the nights were swiftly growing colder as the leaves turned colour.

“What?” Sean asked, recognizing the pensive look on his friend’s face as if he had something to say and Derek held his hands up in innocence.

“Nothin’ bro,” he exclaimed, chuckling slightly, but Sean merely arched a thick brow at him until Derek finally cracked. “Okay, okay. Actually, I have somethin’ I wanted to run by you.”

“See, I knew it,” Sean laughed, his head falling back in amusement, his gaze taking in the starts overhead for a brief moment before refocusing on his friend and business partner.

“Yeah, yeah, you know me too well,” Derek muttered before jumping into his story. “Look, I got this friend, okay, and she needs a job…” he began, Sean cutting him off.

“No. No fuckin’ way.”

“What, no man, c’mon—” Derek argued.

“No, you come on!” We’d have t’start splittin’ th’tips three ways when business is already slow. Besides, what about our little side venture? How are we gunna keep that a secret?” he exclaimed, his voice dropping to a rushed whisper. “How do we know we can trust this person? I don’t like it, man,” he said, shaking his head.

“Aw no, man, she can be trusted,” Derek insisted, pulling Sean aside, away from the valet stand. “I’ve known [y/n] since we were kids. She’s good people and she ain’t no snitch. She could be a real asset, dog.”

Sean heaved a breath, deliberating. He trusted Derek, and if Derek trusted this [y/n] enough to vouch for her, then Sean would give her the benefit of the doubt. He just hoped it wouldn’t bite them in the arse later.

“...Alright,” he sighed, turning his face toward his friend.

“What, really?” Derek asked excitedly, his grin returning, brightening his face. “Oh man, you are not gunna regret this! Just think of how many more places we can hit a night with a three man crew! It’s gunna be great.”

“Yeah, so you keep tellin’ me,” Sean laughed, rolling his eyes as a car pulled up to the curb.

“Hey Sean, can you take this one? I wanna call [y/n] and tell her the good news,” Derek exclaimed, already pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Yeah, alright,” Sean called over his shoulder.

“You’re gunna love her, man!”

——

It was your first night valeting at Nino’s, Derek really having come through for you on the job thing, your last one didn’t really pan out, but at least this one seemed like it’d be easy enough, from what he’d told you.

Shoving your hands in your coat pockets against the cold, you approached the valet podium at the curb, your friend nowhere to be seen. Instead, a tall slender man with a mop of unruly dark curls stood guard out front, shifting from foot to foot as he looked down at his phone, a small smile lingering on his lips.

Sensing your presence, he gave a start, quickly pocketing his phone and flashing you a proper smile. “Hello, welcome t’Nin-ohh,” he cut off, realizing you weren’t a customer, taking in your identical white dress shirt and green jacket.

“Hey,” you greeted, offering him a sheepish grin.

“You must be [y/n],” he guessed, taking your hand to shake firmly.

“That’s me,” you replied, gripping his hand just as firmly, meeting his moss green eyes. “And you must be Sean.”

“[y/n]! Hey, you’re here!” Derek called as he approached, cutting Sean off before he could respond. “Looks like you two already got acquainted.”

“Yep, we uhm, we met,” you murmured, feeling Sean’s eyes on you as you turned to Derek.

“Awesome,” Derek exclaimed, rubbing his hands together excitedly. “This is gunna be great!”

It wasn’t long before your first customer drove up and Derek had Sean show you where the valet lot was around the block.

“See? Easy peasy,” Sean exclaimed as you parked the car.

“Easy peasy,” you agreed, wondering if you should bring up the questions you had about the other part of the job.

“The next local customer we get, we’ll go together and I’ll show you th’ropes,” he said, sensing your unvoiced questions.

“Alright,” you nodded, following suit as he got out of the car.

Walking back to the front of the restaurant, you buzzed with excitement, and instead, a different question sprung to your lips.

“So, how long have you known Derek?”

Sean’s brows furrowed in thought. “Since my family moved to th’area, about seven years ago.”

“Where were you from originally?” you asked, unable to quite keep your eyes from returning to his distractingly handsome face.

“Originally, Dublin,” he chuckled — that explained the accent — “but when my dad split, my mum and I moved to th’states. Then when she married my stepdad he decided to move us all across th’country t’start a construction company out here that went belly up in less than a year,” he scoffed, glancing over at you.

“What about you? How long have you known Derek?” he countered.

“Since middle school,” you answered, grinning as you remembered all the shenanigans the pair of you had gotten into — it seemed you were soon to continue that legacy, though this time you really didn’t wanna get caught.

“There you guys are, took you long enough!” Derek exclaimed.

“Oh ha ha,” you muttered, shoving his shoulder lightly as you joined him behind the valet stand, standing near the tall glass encased heater to banish the chill that had taken hold as you walked back from the parking lot.

“Sean has a girlfriend, by the way, so no funny business, [y/n],” he whispered, noticing the way your gaze kept seeking the handsome Irishman out.

“Yeah, so?” you snorted softly, so Sean wouldn’t overhear, only for Derek to jab you in the ribs with his elbow.

“I mean it, [y/n], don’t meddle,” he hissed, all traces of levity gone from his face.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed an indignant sigh. “Yeah, yeah. But if he makes a move on me, I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist,” you teased, only half serious. Anyone who turned that down, girlfriend or no, would be a bloody fool.

“Yeah, like that would happen,” Derek snorted and your mouth fell open.

“Gee thanks,” you scoffed indignantly, a little hurt that your friend didn’t think you had a chance.

“[y/n], don’t be like that,” he laughed, nudging you again, this time playfully. “Riley’s a good girl and Sean’s head over heels for her.”

“Good for her,” you muttered, turning away to check your phone, trying not to sound too jealous.

To pass the time between customers, you recounted stories to Sean of yours and Derek’s teenage years, Derek cutting in every now and then to correct you, or deny his involvement; joking around. Every time you managed to make Sean laugh, you counted it as a win.

Before long, a flashy SUV pulled up and Sean climbed into the driver’s seat as the couple handed him the keys before heading into the restaurant, leaving their vehicle in your capable hands.

“Looks like their place is only a couple blocks away,” Sean announced, poking through their built-in GPS and you shared a grin, quickly jumping into the passenger seat.

“We’ll be right back,” he exclaimed, winking at Derek.

“Uh huh, don’t have too much fun now,” Derek teased back, flashing a wide grin at the pair of you.

For a moment, as he accelerated, the motor revving to life, you were reminded of the scene in Ferris Bueller when the two valets flew over the hill in his friend’s dad’s car to the Star Wars theme, taking it for a little joy ride.

“Okay, so, some ground rules so we don’t get caught,” Sean began, pulling you from your thoughts and you turned to give him your full attention. “One, no stealin’ anything from the vehicles themselves, pretty self explanatory. They notice anythin’ missin’ from here, it’s the easiest thing t’tie back to us,” he explained.

“Got it. What’s two?” you asked with a nod.

“Two, we only go t’houses that are in th’neighborhood. We can’t afford a long drive if we wanna make it back before their meal’s done. Get in, get out, quickly.”

“Simple enough, you agreed.

“And three,” Sean said as he pulled into the couple’s driveway, using their garage door opener as your way in— “only take things they won’t notice, or at least not right away.”

“Okay, like jewelry, small electronics, cash… gotcha,” you murmured, unbuckling. “What if they have an alarm system?”

“Then we turn around and go back. The goal is t’not get caught. There’ll be other houses, other opportunities. Don’t get greedy.”

Nodding, you got out and tried the door to the house, finding it unlocked, though you weren’t all that surprised, most people didn’t usually lock the door inside their garage — what’s the point when your garage door’s shut tight?

“I’m in,” you announced as the door swung open, managing to pull an amused snort from your curly haired partner.

“C’mon, let’s see what goodies are waitin’ for us,” he said, bobbing his eyebrows at you before rushing up the stairs ahead of you and into the house.

“Damn, these people are loaded,” you murmured in awe, trailing behind Sean and letting your gaze travel their living room. The flat screen hanging over the mantle would’ve completely dwarfed your tiny apartment.

“Yeah, most of th’people that come t’Nino’s are,” Sean murmured, setting to work, sweeping the place for valuables.

Sneaking into their bedroom, you hit the jackpot as you threw open the door to their walk in closet. ”What d’you think?” you asked, turning to Sean as you pulled a skimpy black negligee from the rack and held it in front of your body.

For a moment Sean’s mouth worked silently, his face turning pink before your eyes and you couldn’t help the pleased grin that stole across your lips, wondering if he was imagining you in it.

“Lady’s got good taste,” he said, clearing his throat before awkwardly pointing toward the vanity. “Let’s, uh, look in there,” he suggested and you snorted, hanging the outfit back up and following him over.

“Did I fluster you?” you asked, smirking at him out of the corner of your eye as you picked through the jewelry that looked least worn.

“No,” Sean exclaimed quickly, avoiding your gaze, though it seemed like his face flushed deeper, even in the dim light. “I’m gunna go check out the bathroom,” he announced suddenly, hurrying off and you fought back a laugh, though you wished he’d flirt back a little.

Getting back to work, you snagged a pair of expensive designer shoes and a large handbag — it would fetch a pretty good price on ebay. Stuffing the heels and the necklaces into the purse, you met back up with Sean in the kitchen.

“You find anything?” you asked and Sean held up a sliver watch as well as a handful of loose change. “Pocket change?” you exclaimed, fighting back a laugh. “And here I thought you were a hardened criminal, Sean Falco.”

Sean rolled his eyes, slipping the change into his pocket. “I wouldn’t say hardened, I just wanna make things a little easier on my bank account. Bein’ a starvin’ artist ain’t as glamorous as it seems,” he snorted sarcastically, heading back toward the garage as he checked his phone, Derek texting to let you know you were in the clear yet.

“You’re an artist?” you asked curiously, climbing back into the borrowed SUV and Sean opened the garage door, backing out into the street.

“Photographer,” he clarified, his eyes flicking over to you.

“Really? What do you take pictures of?”

“Oh, a little bit of everything,” he replied, smiling to himself. “People, places, anything that catches my eye. I like things with personality,” he explained.

“I’d love to see your work sometime,” you mused.

“Yeah, course,” Sean exclaimed, clearing his throat quickly and returning his eyes to the road, though you could have sworn a dusting of pink had returned to his cheeks as the light from a streetlamp lit up his face.

“Bet your girlfriend likes being your model,” you ventured quietly after a long moment, wanting to see how he reacted.

“No, actually—” Sean began before frowning. “How did you know I have a girlfriend?”

“Derek told me.”

“Oh, right,” he said, shaking his head slightly, his lips twitching downward.

“What does she do?” you asked, unable to curb your curiosity.

“She’s a business major.”

“Ah,” you replied shortly and Sean glanced at you curiously.

“What’s that s’posed t’mean?” he asked, amusement tinging his voice.

“Nothin’,” you teased, grinning over at him. “Just sounds boring to me,” you answered honestly. How much do you even have in common? you wondered, not voicing that query.

“Honestly… kinda,” Sean chuckled, rolling his shoulders.

“Doesn’t she know about… this?” you asked hesitantly, gesturing to the stolen items at your feet.

“This?” Sean yelped incredulously, turning back into the valet lot. “No, she doesn’t know about this,” he answered tensely.

“So… what now?” you asked, sensing Sean’s discomfort at your question and quickly changing the subject.

“Now… now we stow the stuff in our cars and go meet back up with Derek.”

“So, how did baby’s first run go?” your friend asked cheekily when you returned, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet in his excitement, wearing a shit eating grin as he dodged your punch aimed at his bicep.

“She did good,” Sean answered before you could, and the compliment took you by surprise, filling your face with warmth.

“See, what I tell you?” Derek exclaimed.

——

Before you knew it a couple months had flown by and you were making runs by yourself now; you, Sean, and Derek doing fairly well for yourselves with your little side business. Sure, there were nights when you came back nearly empty handed, but it beat not working at all, and the money from the valet stand was enough to get by on. Besides, the best part was getting to hang out with your friends every night. During that time, you’d grown rather close to Sean, the two of you beginning to spend more time together outside of work.

“You really need to find a new place,” you laughed as you plopped down at one of the plastic chairs flanking Sean’s tiny table.

“Wha—? What’s wrong with it?” Sean exclaimed, feigning offense as he took the chair across from you and passing you the lit joint between his fingers, his lips twitching into a bemused grin as he watched you.

“What’s wrong with it?” you cried, teasingly, gesturing with your arm toward the wall nearest you. “There’s fuckin’ holes in your walls!”

“Hey, I patched… most of ‘em!” he countered. “You’ve gotta admit, it’s got character!”

“Is that what you call it?” you cackled, breaking into laughter as you waved the smoke from your face. “I suppose it does suit your starving artist aesthetic,” you teased, glancing at him coyly, feeling your cheeks warm as he shared your grin, his long fingers brushing yours as he stole the joint back.

Unable to look away as he brought the joint to his lips and inhaled deeply, your thoughts spiraled, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him as silence fell over the cramped flat.

“So… I have somethin’ I need to confess,” Sean spoke up, jolting you from your thoughts and you quickly tore your eyes from his mouth. “I was a little worried when Derek suggested bringin’ you onto th’team,” he admitted, not quite meeting your eyes. “But honestly, it’s been one of th’best things we’ve done,” he said, flicking the line of ash from the end of the dwindling joint.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, arching a curious brow at him. “Why were you worried? Thought I’d be a liability?” you half teased.

“Yeah, kinda,” Sean answered sheepishly, causing you to snort, laughter bubbling from your lips to lighten the room.

“Can’t say I blame you,” you admitted, taking another hit as he offered it to you. “Did Derek ever tell you why he trusts me so much?” you asked, glancing over to catch Sean’s eye.

“He didn’t, but I figured there had t’be a reason for his unwavering confidence though,” he said, his words making you smile.

“When we were in middle school,” you begin, settling in to recount your story, leaning back against the wall behind you. “Derek and I weren’t bad kids, per se, I mean, not like his brothers, but we did get into trouble from time to time. There was one day, we were graffiting the side of a rail car down by the tracks, y’know, just a little harmless vandalism,” you said, your lips curling wryly.

“Well, apparently there was a cop nearby and he caught sight of us. So we threw our spray cans down and made a break for it. We probably would’ve gotten away but I tripped over one of the tracks, and busted my knee open,” you explained, shaking your head. “I told Derek to go on without me cause we had some stolen shit in our pockets from earlier and I didn’t want him t’get in trouble for it too.”

“What happened?” Sean asked.

“He didn’t like it, but Derek took off like I told him to and I let the cop catch up to me so he’d have a chance to get away.”

“But he’d seen Derek?”

“Yeah, from a distance, but I just kept denying there was anyone else with me, so there wasn’t really anything they could do about it,” you shrugged.

“You took th’fall and kept him outta juvie?”

“Mhmm.”

“No wonder Derek trusts you,” he murmured, awe in his voice.

“I don’t rat on my friends,” you said simply, crushing the rest of the blunt out in the ashtray between you.

Sean nodded before you heard his stomach growl loudly. “Oh shit, I’m starvin’,” he groaned, holding his belly as you descended into laughter, holding your own gut. “You want somethin’? I think I have some frozen chicken strips or somethin’ in here,” he mused, getting up to check the icebox.

Following him over to the tiny kitchen, you peered in the freezer with him. “Chicken strips sound bomb.”

“Grand,” Sean chuckled, pulling the bag out and dumping the contents onto an oven sheet while you turned on the oven and leaned against the counter next to him.

“So… where’s Riley?” you asked, reluctant to bring her up, but it hadn’t escaped your attention that she hadn’t been around much lately.

“Oh, she’s busy with classwork,” he replied, turning to lean against the counter next to you. “I think she has some big midterm project she’s workin’ on. Why?”

“I just thought it was weird you hadn’t been hanging out much,” you explained, carefully, realizing how close you were. “But I’m not complainin’,” you murmured, your hand inching closer to touch his. “I like spending time with you…”

“I like spendin’ time with you too, [y/n],” Sean mused, slowly leaning closer, as if a spell had fallen over the pair of you, til his breath fanned across your lips moments before they pressed chastely to yours.

Not fighting it, you tangled your fingers in his jumper, pulling him closer as you kissed him back and to your delight his lips moved against yours with a soft moan and you felt the edge of the counter bite into your back. It was as if all the tension between you had finally come to a head—every coy little glance and furtive touch, all the inside jokes and nights spent texting late into the morning hours were finally leading where you’d hoped.

Moaning in turn as your tongue sought his, Sean suddenly tensed, the bubble bursting as he pulled away. “What are we doin’?” he exclaimed breathlessly, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t do this—“

“Why not?” you asked desperately, though you already knew the answer. “Sean, I-I really like you, and I think you feel the same way, that kiss obviously proved that—“

“I—” Sean hesitated, his face clearly conflicted. “—but Riley,” he exclaimed, shaking his head, his curls shivering. “I love her, I can’t do this t’her.”

“You can’t even be honest with her!” you cried, the words bursting from you, unable to hold them back any longer. “You’re afraid to tell her about what you do because you know she’d judge you for it!”

For a moment Sean blinked at you, his mouth hanging open as if unable to come up with an argument. “You… you don’t know anything about it,” he snapped finally, setting his face. “I think you should probably leave, [y/n].”

His words felt like a slap to the face and you staggered backward. “Y-yeah… I’ll—” The hushed words died on your tongue and you stumbled toward the door, looking back at him as you stepped out into the blinding daylight outside. Sean wouldn’t even look at you.

Had you just fucked up beyond repair?

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