#sunny day jack x gn!reader

[jellonetta]

That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

 She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

 He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

 “What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

 “It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any��answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

 As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

 Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

Request are Open

[succubusmelt]

Ok, since my birthday is coming up, (I’m turning 19 on the 20th! :D) can we have a fanfic about all the yanderes like Jack/Joseph, Peter Dunbar, Alan Orion, and John Doe planning a surprise birthday for them? Like the MC had forgotten that their birthday is coming up so the yanderes plan out a small little surprise like a date at anyplace. It could be at a park, home, movie, theme park, restaurant, ANYWHERE!

Thank you!! Here’s some tea for you 😌☕️

Tk for the tea! :) and happy birthday~

SUNNYDAY JACK!

That morning, you awoke and began your daily routine as usual. You wandered into the kitchen half asleep, unaware that today was in fact your birthday.

Jack, the cheerful phantom clown who only you could see, had been planning a surprise for weeks. As you entered the kitchen, Jack jumped out from behind the counter shouting "Happy birthday!" while throwing confetti.

You looked at him confused. "It's not my birthday Jack."

Jack laughed. "Silly goose, of course it is! I've had this date marked for months."

You checked your phone and saw to your surprise that it was indeed your birthday. You had completely forgotten.

"Huh, would you look at that. I totally forgot it was my birthday today," you chuckled.

Jack beamed. "Well then, good thing I didn't forget! I've made your favorite chocolate chip pancakes and have a special birthday cupcake waiting."

You smiled at Jack's thoughtfulness. "Aww Jack, you didn't have to do all this."

"Nonsense!" said Jack. "Your birthday is important, we must celebrate!"

You sat down at the small kitchen table as Jack served you a stack of fluffy pancakes and a cup of coffee.

Jack then brought over a lit candle stuck in a cupcake, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. You couldn't help but chuckle at Jack's enthusiastic yet slightly off-key singing.

You blew out the candle and made a wish. The two of you spent the morning chatting and laughing over breakfast.

You were grateful to have Jack to help make your birthday feel special in his own unique way.

"Thank you, Jack, you're the best person I could ask for today," you said sincerely.

Jack beamed. "Anything for you, sunshine!" he replied. "Now, how about some movies and maybe cuddle in the sofa?"

"Sounds perfect," you laughed.

JOHN DOE!

You awoke to the shrill beeping of your alarm, hitting snooze and rolling over with a groan. Just another day, or so you thought. Downstairs, John was already wide awake, a manic glint in his yellow eyes. Today was special - it was your birthday! And John wouldn't let you forget it, oh no. He had big plans to make this the best birthday ever, because the subject of birthdays has always seemed curious to him. So he probably spent a lot of time looking at them and analyzing them on TV.

This was going to be the perfect day! He giggled to himself as he troed to hung streamers and balloons all around the house. Into the kitchen next, whipping up a towering (burned) cake. He just loved, loved, loved crafts!

But something was missing…presents! John had searched far and wide for the perfect gifts, each one specially selected to make you smile. Something colorful and full of confetti, meaty and squishy covers most of the furniture in your house and seems to be something sticky. Anyone else would be grossed out, but you were used to it, and somehow it seemed… cute. Even Doe took it upon himself to put a bow on the slimy stuff.

Glancing at the clock, John realized you would be waking up soon. As he heard your footsteps coming down the stairs, he darkened the room and hid behind the sofa, barely able to contain his excitement.

"SURPRISE!" he shouted, leaping out with a flourish as you stepped into the living room. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! I planned a whole party just for you!" You were stunned, having co

mpletely forgotten it was even your birthday. Taking in the decorations, the gross slime in your houses that John had prepared, you were overwhelmed by the effort. "I made this cake myself, 3 whole layers of chocolatey goodness, your favorite!" John exclaimed, wheeling out the mammoth confection. His grin stretched impossibly wide as he waved his arms with flourish like a gameshow host revealing a prize. Before you could even process this surprise, he grabbed your hand and pulled you along. He bounced on his toes and spoke a mile a minute, barely pausing for breath in his exhilaration.

"I just love, love, LOVE birthdays! The presents, the games, the candy, the fun! But most of all I love YOU!" He threw his wiry arms around you in an enthusiastic hug before darting off again.

Despite the shock of it all, you couldn't help but smile at his childlike joy and excitement to celebrate your birthday. No one had ever gone to such lengths for you before. As the day went on, John made sure you were having the time of your life. He even popped out of the massive cake, sending frosting flying everywhere, but laughing all the while.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had!" he declared, licking buttercream off his fingers. You had to admit, it was pretty unforgettable. No one else would or could have done all this for you. Finally, the sugar crash was setting in. As the sun set outside, you and John snuggled up on the couch together, you nestled against his chest. He smiled down at you, his expression softening.

"Did you have a fun day?" he asked, twirling a lock of your hair idly around his slender finger. You nodded, still basking in the glow of the day's events. No matter what misadventures tomorrow might bring, you would always remember the time and love John put into this special day, just for you.

ALAN ORION!

You woke up like any other day, oblivious that this particular day marked another year of your life. As you went through your morning routine, there was no indication that today was special. No one called to wish you a happy birthday, no gifts waiting for you when you went downstairs. For you, it seemed like just another ordinary day.

But someone did remember. Hidden among the trees of the forest you often visited, Alan had been preparing. For weeks he had been planning something special, eager to celebrate your birthday in his own unique way.

The night before, under the cover of darkness, he had snuck into your home while you slept. Confirming the date in your calendar, he grinned in anticipation. You had no idea what he had in store for you. After watching you for a bit, he slipped back out and returned to the forest.

Today, Alan was up before the sun, too excited to sleep. He spent the early hours tidying up his little clearing in the woods, decorating it with wildflowers and vines. He prepared all your favorite foods, packing a basket with sweet treats to share. His gifts for you were handmade trinkets wrapped in simple brown paper and tied off with twine.

Alan could hardly wait for you to arrive. He paced around, checking and rechecking everything. He wanted it to be perfect for you. Finally deciding he was ready, he grabbed his axe and headed out to the woods to gather more firewood. He hoped to lead you back just at the right moment.

As Alan chopped wood, you began your walk through the forest trail. Breathing in the fresh air, you slowly wandered along, enjoying the peace of nature. You hadn't gotten far when Alan appeared, as if out of nowhere, right on the path in front of you.

"Well, hey there, doe-eyes! Fancy running into you!" He greeted you cheerfully. Taking your hand, he guided you off the trail towards his secluded clearing.

You gave him a puzzled look, uncertain why he was acting so excited today. But you followed along, trusting him completely.

Reaching the clearing, Alan led you into the little area. "I have a surprise for you…"

Stepping forward, you gasped in awe. The cozy space was filled with wildflowers, sweet aromas, and decorations just for you. In the center sat a small cake with lit candles. You turned to Alan in shock.

"Happy birthday!" He shouted, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I wanted to celebrate you today. Make this day special. Do you like it?"

You were utterly surprised, touched by the thoughtfulness of it all. You had completely forgotten your own birthday, but Alan had remembered. He knew this date was important to you and wanted to make you feel loved.

Taking your hand, he led you around the clearing, showing you all he had prepared. The food, the handmade gifts, every detail was just for you. No one had ever done anything so thoughtful.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself slow dancing with Alan in the candlelight. His arms wrapped protectively around you as he hummed a sweet melody. This woodland birthday party turned out to be the most memorable one yet thanks to your dear Alan.

PETER DUNBAR!

Today is your birthday, though it's far from your mind when your alarm jolts you awake this morning. You silenced it and started your usual morning routine - shower, breakfast, quick scroll through your phone. The date doesn't even register.

Meanwhile, Peter has been giddy with excitement for weeks leading up to this day. He knows everything about you, including your birthday, and wants to make it extraordinarily special.

You're just about to head out the door for work when you hear the doorbell ring. You open it to find a delivery man with a massive bouquet of roses in every color - red, pink, yellow, white. "Special delivery for your birthday!" he announces cheerfully. Birthday? Oh right, it's your birthday! You had completely forgotten. What a wonderful surprise, you think, as you take the flowers and find the card from Peter.

After stopping to put the roses in water, you rush off to work, not wanting to be late. When you arrive at your desk, you find a perfectly wrapped gift waiting for you. Opening it up reveals a set of expensive bath oils and lotions in your favorite scents - peach, mango, coconut. "A special treat for your special day! Enjoy! Love, Peter" the note attached says. These will be so lovely to use after a long day, you think, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Leaving work that evening, exhausted after a long day, you find one last surprise waiting for you. When you enter your apartment, the lights are off, which is odd. Suddenly, they flip on, and Peter jumps out from hiding shouting "Surprise!" The living room is decorated with balloons and streamers. Your dining table is spread with your favorite foods. In the center is an enormous bouquet of vibrant flowers.

Peter runs up and embraces you. "Happy birthday, darling! I wanted to make this day so special for you." You beam, tears pricking your eyes. You can't believe he put all of this together for you.

"I totally forgot it was even my birthday!" you say with a laugh. "This is incredible, Peter. Thank you so much for everything - the flowers, gifts... It's too much. I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness."

Peter is thrilled to see you so delighted. "You deserve to feel loved and celebrated on your birthday. I'd do anything to see your beautiful smile," he says, gazing at you adoringly.

You give him a tender kiss, touched by how well he knows you and the immense effort he put into orchestrating thoughtful surprises to brighten your day. While Peter may go overboard with his intensity sometimes, today it comes from a place of pure love and devotion.

Despite your chaotic schedule, Peter made sure your birthday did not go uncelebrated. Thanks to him, you feel so special and cared for on this day. You blow out the candles on your cake together, share a delicious meal, and end the night dancing in the living room - the perfect birthday thanks to Peter's selfless attention to detail and desire to see you smile.

[lemonmelonboy]

Lonely for the First Time Ever

Jack x Reader

TW: Ian /j, Cheating, Loneliness

Content: GN!Reader

Word Count: 3317

Summary: My own fun take on Day 1 (?) of Somethings Wrong with Sunny Day Jack.

18+ Readers ONLY - Minors Do NOT Interact! Minors/Ageless Blogs will be Blocked!!!

I Do NOT give any permission for my work to be Reposted, Translated, or used with AI in ANY Capacity!!!

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You had just dragged yourself out of your apartment after being called in to cover your flakey co-worker for possibly the millionth time that year. You surely missed your days off at this point, wishing to have just one every week rather than every other week. You sighed heavily walking down the sidewalk, as Jack trailed alongside you. It was cold and stormy, the rain was pelting the sidewalk and cars were passing by in a slum. It was such a peaceful walk.

You walked silently with Jack politely carrying your umbrella; you had protested but he very much insisted he take it for you. The rain soothed your racing mind, but that only made it so you thought slower about the things on your mind. You ran over what had just happened before you were rudely interrupted by your boss’s phone call. How Jack had held you so close, how you imagined kissing him for a brief moment, and how you wish you had. You mulled it over and over, unable to shake the image of the cuddly Jack. How Jack had looked at you with those love sick eyes. How bad you wanted to stay. Thoughts raced about why, which brought up feelings from the past few months. But as you slipped into your thoughts Jack gently bumped your arm, a playful event that he’d tend to do on your walks. It made you smile, he always knew how to make you smile, especially with little things like that. You look around trying to keep yourself in the present, but the pittering of the rain on the umbrella and sidewalk luls you back into thoughts of Jack and your loneliness.

“Sunshine?” Jack's voice cooed kindly. You looked up to him, suddenly pulled back.

“Hm?” you looked around as you realized you almost walked straight by your work. A soft embarrassed blush works its way across your cheeks.

You slip into the door, walking to the back to set your things down, ignoring Barry’s comments on how thankful he is you could come in and how absolutely sorry he is for having to do it. When you come back from the back of the store you find he had already left. You sigh as you find yourself alone in the shop, going through your list of menial tasks for the day. You work quietly as Jack hangs around, quietly helping when he can. It's weird to have him be so comfortable with how quiet you’re being. Usually he does anything to try to fill the silence, like whistling a small tune. However the man who stood before you now would only give you an encouraging smile whenever you looked at him and never said a word, not until you spoke up.

“Jack..” You sighed his name as you relaxed against the counter having finished all the tasks you needed to. You didn’t even have anything to tell, least not in a way you knew how. He perked up like a puppy being offered a treat.

“Yes, sunshine?” he asks sweetly. You looked at him and could feel your body warm as you saw his happy face and his kind eyes looking at you almost needingly. You mull over a single thought in your head and he can see you are resisting saying what you were thinking. “Is everything alright?” his happy look slowly fades to concern. Then he looks away with a soft blush on his cheeks. “It's okay to want that.. to want to be wanted..” he said breathily and quietly, almost like he was embarrassed by his own words.

“Wh-what are you saying?'' How did he know? You were sure you were only thinking to yourself, and you weren’t a vocal thinker.

“I just… sometimes people are like that for you, and it's okay to have a person you want to be with all the time… to want them to want you… and wanting them..?” He ended it like a question, almost like he wanted you to just admit it all to him right then and there.

“Wha- I- '' You didn’t know what you should say to him. You were so embarrassed at the implication that he was who you wanted- or the implication you wanted someone else.

“Do you… want me?” he asked, quieter than ever. He was still pretty blunt with it- looking at you with a pair of hopeful puppy eyes that made your body scream for you to just say “yes” and let him hold you. “I know it's hard to say- but I can help you learn what words to use to express these feelings.” He gently urges, moving closer to you reaching out almost as if he was ready to hug you, and hold you and possibly never let go.

“But- I- it's just that’s- you can’t just ask something like that- I-“ He moves closer, his hands resting on the counter behind you, he makes a point of not touching you yet, but wanting to get closer to you. A warmth spreads over your face into a sweet blush as you figure out how to answer. You felt in that moment that you wanted him to hold you, to grab you the best he could.

“I want to be there for you- whether you want me like that or not.. I’ll be there for you however you need me- I just want what’s best for you- What will make you happy-'' suddenly your phone starts ringing, interrupting Jack and causing him to step away. A soft frustrated look comes over his face as he looks away. You take up the cell phone, glad to have been interrupted right then, afraid if he continued your heart would have given out.

“Oh- Uh- I'll be- back!”

Jack nods slightly, “It might be important- so- don’t worry alright? I’ll still be here when you get back!” He said encouragingly as he let you walk past him.

You really shouldn’t be taking calls at work, but you didn’t care. You also didn't care if the call was spam and you picked it up without checking the name plastered on the screen. You quickly ducked to the kitchen camera blind spot.

“Hello?” You spoke with that pitch in your voice encouraging the person calling to speak. You were hopeful it was something that would take your mind off everything.

“You picked up-“ an all too familiar voice came through, in awe, and dripping with desperation. You froze, the last person you ever wanted to hear, especially with how your day was going. Ian. “Hey..” He spoke again, trying to fill in your quiet response. You hadn’t forgotten about him, but you hadn’t expected he’d call you while you were at work. “Are you alright?” he asked with concern in his voice.

“Ye-yeah, I’m fine..” You could hear him sigh softly in relief as you responded.

“I-I’ve missed you… and your voice..” he almost whimpered into the phone.

“What- what do you need Ian. I’m- at work, you can’t be calling me like this” You asked quietly, surprise still filling your tone more than any anger or demandingness.

“I-I know,, I didn't expect you to pick up! I-I’m sorry…” Ian said, he sounded so sad, and you do feel a little bad. He was your life long friend, and what felt like even longer lover. But he hurt you, and objectively you know you shouldn’t feel sorry for him, or how you treat him.

“You’ve said.. And I don’t forgive you Ian.. You know I am still mad at you.” There’s silence from him. You bite your quivering lip, pushing back a sob, thinking he must be feeling the same. “I-” You huff out, collecting yourself before you continue. “I’m trying to move on.” You say, a little sad hearing yourself say it.

“You’re- You’re what...” you can hear his heart break more in his voice, and you might’ve felt it just a bit yourself. “You’re not,, with someone right? Because… I am trying. I am going to fix this… And-” You cut him off

“Ian... Its not your problem whether I am with someone or not… We aren’t… We are not us anymore. So- what I do isn’t any concern for you...” You speak in a soft frustrated tone, you try to give him patience especially since you’ve trapped yourself into this conversation.

“But... can't it? Be, my problem? I-I need to make this up to you… You’re… All I’ve had since we were little- and… We’ve been through so much I- and I know this is my fault- and I need to fix this. Please. Let me fix this… Fix us…” he begged, and somewhere in you, you could feel the need to let him, to just give him the time to “fix” what he did, just so you could have him back. So you could feel less lonely. But no, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he cheated on you again.

Breaking up with Ian was just as big of a loss for you as it was for him. You both lost someone you never thought you would. And God you had loved him. And who knows, maybe you still did, just a little. He took your silence as an urge for him to continue making his case. “I know I can make it up to you... I promise... I miss you so much- I-I want you so badly. And- I’ll be there soon to show you that what I’m saying is true '' he ends his statement with a happy hum, almost proud. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could hear customers in the front of the clowny yogurt shop come in, chatting modestly among themselves

“Goodbye... Ian.” you say, colder than you would’ve thought you could. You hung up before he could beg you to stay and talk to him more. You take a few slow calming breaths and turn to leave, noticing Jack standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“Jack…” you mutter to yourself, afraid he might’ve overheard the call. He looks to you with a concerned kindness, one that he tends to give you whenever you notice Ian called you and left another message. You look away from Jack and walk quickly past him into the store, slapping on your customer service face and attitude.

Greeting the group of boys mulling in the front of the store. They seem preoccupied going through the yogurt flavors, which unfortunately gives you the time to think through things again. Your mind drifts, thinking of memories of Ian, clearer now than they had been that morning. One memory in particular, it was how he had looked when you kicked him out after finding out he had cheated on you. After running that memory in your mind a few times the memory of meeting Jack slowly started playing too. It hadn’t been long after Ian had left either, and you still weren’t completely sure where he came from. If he was a hallucination, could it have been your loneliness that made you imagine this pretty clown man to befriend you? Maybe that was why he was so attached to you? But, Jack certainly felt real, everytime he touched you, it felt real and so very safe. Maybe you did want him? Your thoughts were broken by a shy dark haired boy who stood in front of you. He couldn’t have been much younger than you, and he sported a gray and black shirt with a large black coat.

“We’re ready- to uh- pay- whenever you are?” he seemed nervous, a light blush spreading over his cheeks as he looked away from you, shifting nervously on his feet. One of the guys in the group set down the last of the three yogurt cups onto the scale, and you finish up their transaction. As two of the three guys start to leave the guy in the dark clothing lingers, glancing slyly at you, trying not to stare but also seeming to also want to admire you. “So- uh- you- work here often?” His blush deepens and he looks away again, clearly embarrassed. You can't help but be confused, annoyed and a little humored by his awkwardness.

“Yeah- unfortunately” you reply, attempting to give a light hearted air to your words.

“C-cool- Cool.” he pushes out, almost relieved you didn't call him an idiot. He seems at a loss for words now too, wanting to continue the conversation but feeling too awkward. He makes small noises before he takes his frozen yogurt and walks out. Once he’s gone you give a sigh and a light smile lingers on your face as you think about how silly that interaction was.

The rain continues to pound outside and your day drones on uneventfully and lacking any customers. Soon enough it was time to close and you did so quickly and happily. By the time you were finished with your last sweep you almost skipped out of the store. Jack smiled softly to you as you locked the door, him holding your umbrella once again. Once you were ready you turned around and the pair of you quietly walked home. He nudges you again about half way through the walk, his familiar gentle motion to let you know he was still around.

Once home you quickly kick off your shoes and flop onto your couch with a heavy sigh. You relax with your eyes closed and a gentle sigh. God you needed this seat.

“Hey.. sunshine?” Jack's soft cooing voice sang as you felt his weight and warmth settle in next to you. “Can I ask- who’s Ian..?” he asked softly. You rolled your head up to look at Jack.

“He’s..” Your gaze falls away from the kind caring clown. “An ex..” You gently hug yourself as you feel yourself become warm from all your emotions washing through you. You wanted to talk about him with Jack. You wanted to get it out. You haven’t really told anyone about what happened. Jack wraps a comforting arm around you after seeing you close in on yourself. His other hand rests on your arms, encouraging you to open up. You swallow your emotion like its pill stuck in your throat, then you continue. “He was all I had since we were kids.. Best friends forever- least we were supposed to be..” You felt your lips gently quiver before shaking your head to try to push it away. “and,, as we had gotten older we became something.. More. I don't think we ever officially labeled it- but we both had the mutual understanding that- we were who the other wanted for,, forever..” You huff softly as you feel the sadness hit you harder than before and Jack pulls you into him. He hugs you just to let you know he’s listening and understanding, to let you know you’re safe.

“So why does it seem like you’re so upset with him.. if you,,” he lingers before continuing “if you.. love him” that question hung in the air for a while. After you don’t respond for a while Jack gently leads your head to look up to him. “I’m sorry if that was too much, sunspot. If you can’t-” You shake your head softly, almost nuzzling into his hand.

“No- no it’s okay Jack,,” you mumble while looking up to him with sad eyes. “Ian.. cheated on me..” You mutter before turning away, almost ashamed to admit it. He pulls you back, running his thumb over your cheek to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers sweetly to you. He was making you feel so cared for and safe and you craved every touch he gave.

“And…” you felt your eyes slowly start to water. “He was all I had for so long... that when I made him leave I… became so very lonely.” You almost whimper to Jack, trying your best not to cry as you spoke. “I miss him so much Jack...” you whisper as you hide your watery eyes against his hand. “Then you came and you were so safe and I'm afraid I don’t feel genuine enough- like I should for you… or if I just feel these things for you because I can’t for Ian.” Tears pour from your eyes as you bite your lip, your voice and body shaking as you fight back sobs. Jack kindly rubs your back and swipes away the tears running down your cheeks.

“And because of that- I'm- afraid I make myself more lonely by pushing you away because I- don't wanna hurt you…but I still probably do hurt you..” You shake your head looking away and leaning against Jack's chest. He softly shushes you and hugs you tightly as you gently sob into him. “And you're so open, and honest, and kind and I don’t know if I’m completely able to feel all of this emotion as much as I want to- just… feel you hold me like this” you whimper as you cling against Jack, gripping his shirt tightly in your hands.

“It’s okay... I’ll be here for you however you need me… always” he promises you, resting his cheek against the top of your head and gently nuzzling. “You don’t have to tell me what you don’t feel you can,, you don’t have to do anything- feel anything you don’t want to feel.” He gives you a firm squeeze as you slowly calm down “You’re perfect…you didn’t deserve what they did to you- but it's okay to feel bad… or even miss them...” His words are like honey, slowly creeping into all your painful thoughts and soothing them, lessening their raw, burning pain. Being heard, letting it out, had helped tremendously. Especially with how Jack was holding you, close and warm.

“I’m sorry...” You murmur, feeling Jack’s hand on your back slowing. “I’m so sorry if I’ve hurt you,, or disappointed you or burdened you or- '' Jack sits up and grabs your face gently. Holding you on either side with his hands, making you look him in the eye.

“None of that sunspot.” He said firmly, his eyes full of nothing but determined care. “You. Are. Perfect.” he says again “You are so amazing- Please never say any of that again” he demanded, his thumb running over your cheek. You look at him with adoration and understanding. You were so close. You nod softly and nuzzle into his hands, soaking up his sweet comforting warmth.

“Jack...” you whisper before looking up to him again with your eyes lingering on his lips. Before you know it, your body draws itself into Jack’s more and your lips find their way to pressing up against his. You feel him push back against your kiss, his hands holding you firm against him. You reach up and gently take one of his hands to lace your fingers together. You felt so overwhelmed with love at that moment. You didn’t want to pull away, but you felt Jack’s lips slowly retreat. You open your eyes and spot Jack’s deep red cheeks and fond eyes looking at you.

“I'm so glad you’re feeling better sunshine.” He says sweetly, and you instinctively nuzzle into the hand against your cheek, turning your head and gently giving it a kiss. That only seems to fluster Jack more. He pulls you against him again, similar to how the pair of you were seated earlier that morning, but this time you didn’t hesitate to kiss Jack as soon as you were situated. The pair of you layed there, trading soft and passionate pecks. Jack occasionally whispers loving praises to you, and soon, you fall asleep in exhaustion against his chest.

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☙Introduction!☙

꧁Hello! My name is Hino!꧂

My pronouns are: he/him/his

I'm 19!

Also MDNI with my posts

♡So technically I will write anything even including shows, games and anime here are some Lists of some I've seen and know:

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◉Demon slayer (read the manga and anime)

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✿Obey me

✿Apex legends

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Character x character

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[tragedy-of-commons]

a deciduous thing.

scarecrow!boothill x gn!farmer!reader.

summary: Never in your life did you think that your peaceful day-to-day would grind to a halt after one of your scarecrows comes to life. Apparently, his name is Boothill, and he's insistent on making your life 10x harder than it has to be.

contains: modern au, comedy/crack with surreal elements, setting is heavily implied to be american (sorry), reader has depth, possibly inaccurate depictions of farming but i tried my best, country and southern things™, autumn hijinks

word count: 4.5k

taglist: @flower-yi, @moineauz, @aphrodict, @nomazee, @singularity-sam, @harque, @thestarswhisper, @wystiix, @mikashisus, @tetrachrxmacy, @mitsvriii, @akutasoda

notes: written for the @/stellaronhvnters stellaween fest. my chosen prompt was scarecrow! ao3 link here 🎃

The first time you see him, it’s a crisp October morning.

Thank the stars it’s overcast today - the fall weather is just settling in, so of course it’s still hot, but nothing like the suffocating humidity you’re normally used to. Besides that, work is work; meaning that you have to get up just before dawn to go about putting a dent in your endless list of chores. 

The pleasant breeze tickles your nose and the forearms flexed under your rolled up sleeves, aiding you in your endeavor of feeding and tending to the livestock. The hens cluck passively as they allow you to take their eggs inside, the cows and goats don’t fuss at all when you milk them, and to your surprise, baths also go well (despite how you’re covered in suds after). To have such an easy morning is rare, but you simply chalk it up to the arrival of autumn. 

Ma used to say that fall is lucky, as it signals the start of renewal. You aren’t superstitious by any means, but the sentiment has always stuck with you, engraved in fond memories of stumbling around on your chubby legs through rows of sweet potatoes and watching the colorful leaves hit the ground, balanced on some distant relative’s hip. 

Yes, today is gonna be lucky.

The sun hasn’t yet reached the middle of the sky when you drag yourself to the pumpkin patch. Normally you’d wait another day or two until the weather is sunny to harvest the rotund globes of orange, but you’re already cutting it close; Halloween is gonna be here before you know it, and you don’t want the fruit to overripen or become too bleached by the elements. Moreover, you’d like to give away a pumpkin or two to the neighbors.

Every year, it’s the same tradition. Miss Kafka and little (not so much anymore) Silver Wolf down the road have been your only companions since the farm became your sole responsibility. When the season for ghouls and ghosts is upon your little rural town, you help them hoist up gaudy decorations to show off on their lawn, politely shoving a pumpkin or three into their arms, your own addition to their festive display.

According to them, often over sheets of newspaper as you three carve crude jack-o-lanterns with switchblades, your crops can’t be beat. Not by any chain market or grocery store standards, anyhow. You take pride in that; Pa always made you promise him to never overuse pesticides or sacrifice quality by automating the harvesting process - which you honor - even if you sometimes daydream about combine-harvesters and a few other dozen gadgets to make your life easier.

The patch in question is still green and healthy, boasting vibrant fruit by the dozen. The white and orange pumpkins mesh together in a patchwork display of sunset and beige, thick vines acting as their binding agent. You’ve grown fond of the sight, despite the monotony of almost-but-not-quite tripping over each crop bigger than your leather boots. Wiping the minimal sweat from your brow, you bump open the wooden gate with your hip, glove-clad and toting around your giant pruners.

They’re a bit on the heavier side, but you found them on the side of the road for free, fixing the rust issue with a bit of vinegar and baking soda - there’s no way you’re not gonna get your use out of them. Ambling over to the first row of pumpkins, you squat down, feeling the dirt and grass cushion your knees.

The first few you inspect still look pretty good. Firm rind, no blemishes or rot, plump and tough. You decide that those’ll be the ones you give away - they’ll make fine jack-o-lanterns, having plenty of surface area to plunge a knife across, creating spooky faces that’ll scare any miscreant egg-throwing hooligans away. Well, that’s your take on things. Maybe you’re just getting too old for mischief.

The next row is even more promising, housing the largest pumpkin you’ve ever seen. You’ve been monitoring its growth for the past few weeks, sure, but it seems to have bloated overnight - to the size of two human heads! You’re still skeptical, though. If a pumpkin gets this big, this fast, there’s more room for parasites, and it could also hint at some internal mushiness that’ll make it decompose quicker. 

But here’s where your ace comes into play: the test.

You ball your hand up into a fist, knocking on the big boy with just enough force. To your surprise (and subdued delight), the resounding noise is hollow - you’d almost describe it as baritone. Even better, it withstood the force with a firmness indicating that of a healthy pumpkin! Today really is lucky, you muse, readying your pruners.

Wrestling yourself over the row, knees on either side of your pumpkin of choice, careful not to damage the fruit - you eyeball about five or six inches of stem, beginning to hack away at the vine diligently. It doesn’t take long before you free the product of your labor from its brethren, victorious.

…it’s, uh, heavier than you anticipated. Lifting it up into your arms immediately, you grunt, quickly discarding your glorified scissors onto the ground for stability. At least these days you don’t make the mistake of picking up the fruit by the stem, as tempting as that is - you learned the hard way as a tween when the patch was a new feature, your first home-grown pumpkin breaking under your mistake of yanking it up so carelessly. Ma had laughed right in your face, the traitor.

You stand there for a moment, straining, electing on what to do next. You could check on the rest of the patch after you get this big boy inside. You don’t want it to spoil too quickly off the vine. After a moment, you reckon that storing it in the drier part of your pantry, perfectly mild and unheated, should do the trick. Yeah, that’ll work just fine until you can take the time to carve your one obligatory jack-o-lantern out of this behemoth.

Alright, it’s settled. You pivot on your heel, ready to make the arduous trek back the house--

And that’s when you hear it.

Your reaction is delayed as you process what you’re hearing. It sounds like distant cursing or something close to it - a coarse voice shouting in rage. It reminds you of those aggravated drunkards that populate the only shitty bar in town, always riled up over some game of football or some argument with the Missus. 

Did a trespasser decide to test your patience today, coming onto your property and bombarding you with the same remarks you’ve always been leveled with? Why are you such a hermit? Why don’t you have any friends? When are you going to settle down and get married like the rest of us? When are you going to get over their deaths and move on?

Not today, nuh uh, no chance. Anger floods your core as you swivel around, searching for the source of your oncoming headache. They’re still yelling, so they can’t be that far. 

When your eyes land on the figure in the distance, your first reaction is confusion. The new scarecrow you’d put up a month or two ago in anticipation of harvest season seems to be writhing. Your first reasonable explanation is that a few vermin have burrowed inside of it, making themselves at home and jostling it around as they tunnel and scramble. 

That doesn’t explain the utterly human wails and the jerky, purposeful movements seizing its straw arms. You squint, heart rate picking up accordingly. It’s too far away to jump to any batshit crazy conclusions, you know that, but the intuition you were born with, the same instinct that’s saved your skin a hundred times before - is telling you that today might not be so lucky after all.

“The fuck,” you mutter, still cradling the humungous pumpkin in your arms.

You take a few steps closer, straightening up tall on your tiptoes. The scarecrow in question is stood right in the middle of the massive, adjoining field, a statue among the swaying of golden wheat. When it was time to replace the old scarecrow (it was torn to shreds by the talons of crows and other rodents), you’d invested in something cheap but durable, almost forgetting about its existence promptly after.

You’ve been faced by its back this entire time, but what happens next almost completely knocks you off your feet.

Its head snaps at a harsh angle, the left - almost a little too much to be human, but you dismiss that thought readily, sobered by the sound of the voice once more. Since you’ve gotten closer and have been taking small steps towards it subconsciously, you’re able to make out what it (he?) is saying.

“Dagnabbit! Hey, ya hear me? I know someone’s back there!” an exhausted huff followed by more futile struggling, “Y’know how fudgin’ rude it is to ignore yer fellow neighbor?”

Oh shit. Oh shit!

Without thinking, you drop everything - everything just so happening to encompass the pumpkin. It falls to the ground in slow motion, pretty much, and you barely hear the resulting Thonk! of it crashing to the ground and splattering all over your work duds, the bottom caving in despite how robust the thing was.

Your thoughts are a mess. Someone must have stolen your property, tied an unsuspecting man to the barren scarecrow post after, and then left him there as a cruel prank! Yeah, that makes way more sense. Did he just call you ‘neighbor’? People around these parts are familiar, but not that familiar; is it possible that this guy also lives down the road, but you’ve never bothered to introduce yourself? Is this his first impression of you?!

Swallowing, you dig your nails into your fists and pull yourself together. There’s never been a contingency plan put into place for a situation like this, but you’ll handle it somehow. You take one tentative step forward before launching into a sprint, almost slipping on the gooey innards of the pumpkin coating the ground, but you narrowly avoid it. You hop the fence with ease, landing in the wheat field with a thud.

“I’m comin’!” you yell, cupping one hand over the curve of your mouth, frantically surveying the area for a certain object. The man is about the same size as your (likely stolen) scarecrow, and with the force of his thrashing, whatever’s holding him there must be tough as nails. Thankfully, you find what you’re looking for - a hatchet.

Old Blade, Kafka’s friend, left it here a week ago. You asked her if she knew anybody that’d chop wood for cheap; you’ve been busy with other chores - and to be honest, lazy - so you were hoping to get someone else to do it. There were a few dead trees skirting the edge of your property, and firewood is always good to have, but you didn’t expect her to volunteer her pal’s services so readily.

Blade showed up with nothing more than a hatchet and a haunted expression that hinted at some clusterfuck of a story. Still, he was polite enough, drank your freshly squeezed lemonade, and cut down those trees faster than some kid with a chainsaw could. After he wrapped up, he left the miniature axe here. You’ve been putting off returning it for days.

Thank the stars you’re a procrastinator, you think, yanking it off the ground and testing its weight, already moving towards the flailing man again. You’ve got your own collection of tools in the shed, but making him wait any longer isn’t gonna help your case - he has half a mind to report you to the cops as an accomplice!

Finally, you reach him. The mysterious fella is donning the same thrown-together attire of the scarecrow, namely one of Pa’s old flannels and some spare trousers you found laying around weeks prior. Had the perpetrator of this crime really dressed him in these clothes?! He’s even wearing the same rustic cowboy hat, complete with a browning, frayed feather sticking out of its cap.

You round the post with a frenzied pulse, raising the blade in the air with a shaky grip on its handle, ready to cut him down from there--

“Whoa, whoa there!” he stammers frightfully as you tilt your chin up to get a better look at his face, “T-That’s a little unnecessary, don’tcha think?”

You freeze.

The man peers at you through a mane of black and white hair, facial features somewhat… faded? They look to be almost stitched on, lips and bulbous jaw littered with threadbare fuzz, his skin the same shade as a potato sack. Where his eyes are supposed to be, there are instead two X’s, accompanied by a scrawled-on fang hanging just below his mouth in toothy decoration. 

In other words: he looks exactly like the scarecrow you put up all that time ago. 

Before he speaks again, you spare a measured glance at his stretched out arms - the ones still bound to the post. They’re the same arms you remember attaching to the wooden stake, finding it weird that they were so human-like - the appendages even gave way to makeshift hands and fingers. You were surprised that the scarecrow was so detailed for its price, but you didn’t give it much thought beyond that. A steal is a steal.

But now? It’s come to life, and it’s talking to you!

“You’ve gotta be kidding,” you pale. 

He, no, it - tilts its head at you, hat sliding down just a smidge. “I’m not kiddin’. I’m Boothill.”

You don’t think twice before twirling the hatchet around and driving the blunt end of the handle straight into its too-large noggin.

It takes a moment to realize that you’re screaming, and that the… the fucking scarecrow has gone still. Can you even knock sentient dummies stuffed with straw unconscious? Are you hallucinating? Have you lost all of your marbles, slipped on them, and then fallen into a feverish coma? Is this a night terror? You have been drinking too much of that damn coffee--

Your chest heaves as you take a gigantic, gulping breath.

…then you drop your weapon, curse the heavens for ruining your perfect autumn morning, and then you scream some more.

So, things have not been going well.

Your autumn morning has turned into autumn afternoon, and your kitchen floor practically has a hole seared into it from your nonstop, neurotic pacing. It’s soothing - the only thing keeping your shot nerves at bay. Your feet ache, heeled boots grazing the raised surface of the brick over and over.

Think, think, think.

Well, that’s kinda hard to do when you had to bring him inside.

You stop in your tracks to stare at this ‘Boothill’. After he’d gone limp (and you assume comatose), you’d panicked for a little, thinking that you’d committed murder - before remembering that he is a scarecrow and that you have no qualms with ending a life anyway. Oops. You’d cut him down like you’d planned to, dragged him inside, and… sat him at your dining table.

When you freed him of his bindings, you were reminded of how light he was; despite seemingly gaining consciousness out of nowhere, he is still a scarecrow - traditionally composed of hay, leaves, rags, hell, whatever you can find. His breadth didn’t exactly make it effortless, but you hauled him to the house, up onto the porch, and right past the beaten up welcome mat. The manners ingrained in your mind from an early age stuck with you, so you welcomed the ‘guest’ to sit at the table.

But he - this thing - is not welcome! 

Boothill hasn’t, um… woken up yet. It’s been about three hours of playing the waiting game, and you don’t even know what you’re going to do when he does start to stir.

You’re not gonna call the authorities, that’s for sure; everyone in town except for a scant few already believe you to be off your rocker. Even if you did call them and they showed, what kind of media attention would follow? Paranormal investigators? Scientists? People with cameras and news trucks that’ll camp just outside your acre of land, trying to pester you with their questions? Absolutely not.

Deflating, you know what you have to do.

Would burying an inanimate object alive even work? Can you even use the symptom ‘alive’ to describe what’s going on with him? I mean, you could try putting him in the ground anyway. Your good shovel’s in the shed, and--

…and he really does look like a man from a distance. Boothill, a fitting name, if that’s what truly he calls himself, is keeled over the wood. He’s limp, but you suppose having no internal structural support will do that to you. Such an intricate, intentional design. It’s been a while since anyone’s visited, really, and a part of you maybe feels bad for whacking him earlier. 

God, is this what you’ve become? Soft?

Apparently so, because you don’t retrieve your trusty shovel just yet. Instead, you trudge over to your wall-mounted landline that you pray will pull through one more call. It was pristine white years ago, but now it’s yellowed and considered too ‘old school’ by the kids of today. Not like that hurts or anything. Definitely not.

You punch in the familiar number, gaze drifting back to Boothill. If he gets up, will he try to murder you? That remains to be seen, you suppose. He seemed pretty animated (if not a bit smart-mouthed) before you decided to temporarily ice him. Listening to the crackling static of the line ringing, you hold your breath and pray.

Pick up, pick up, pick up--

A juvenile, annoyed voice finally answers. “Hello? Geez, why are you calling us on this thing again?”

“Silver Wolf,” you sigh, relieved. “Is Kafka home? Can you put her on? And I told you, it’s ‘cause I don’t have her cell number. You can give it to me again later.”

You’re honestly surprised that anybody is home at all. That family of sorts (which sometimes includes that Old Blade) is on the road traveling most of the year. The house you’re calling right now is just one of their many vacation homes around the world, left vacant for several months out of the year. But then again, maybe it’s not all that surprising… they’re usually home for Halloween. Usually.

You can almost hear her wrinkled nose and sour face. “You sound sweaty. But yeah, she just got back from shopping. I’ll get her, one sec.”

Kids these days never mince their words, huh.

The familiar muffled shouting and shuffling of her passing the phone to someone reaches your ears. You tap your foot, attempting to gather your thoughts. How are you going to explain this without sounding crazy? You come up blank, twirling the wire cord idly with your index finger.

“Hey,” Kafka greets, dulcet as usual, “something the matter over there? You never call this early.”

Ugh, if she only knew the half of it. You swallow, uncharacteristically anxious.

“Hypothetically, if one of your scarecrows came to life, what would you do?”

Silence. Actual tumble-weed blowing, deserted ghost town silence. Does she know? She has to know, right? You’ve never been particularly good at hiding things, and you swear that woman can read anybody like an open book, even if their pages are clumped together with superglue. The longer no one speaks, the worse you feel.

Finally, Kafka gives her verdict. “Hm. If it were me, I’d try to have a conversation with it.”

“You’d do what with it?” you ask, incredulous.

She chuckles, the noise broken up by the poor connection. Despite how she always catches you off guard, you certainly didn’t expect an answer like that. If anything, you expected her to encourage you to torch the thing and not look back - by the same token, she isn’t outright dismissing your ridiculous notion either.

“It’s not everyday you get to talk with a living scarecrow,” she hums. “I wonder what stories they’d have to share. Maybe we’d even become good friends, you never know. Does that answer your little riddle?”

Well, you tried.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry for springing that on you,” your grip tightens on the receiver. “Tell sweet Mx. Firefly I said hello, ‘kay?”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Before you can start the ‘I’ll let you go’ formalities, you hear rustling. Your head snaps back up from the floor that you took an acute interest in staring at, panicked. Boothill is moving - well, trying to, by the looks of it. He sluggishly picks his head up, and you’re met with that stitched expression once more. How can he see? Should you even question it at this point?

You hang up hastily, nearly cracking the artifact of a landline in the process.

“Uh,” you stand there, dumb. “Does your head hurt?”

Right after the words leave your mouth, the regret and embarrassment settle in nicely. Of course it doesn’t hurt! He probably can’t even feel pain--

Boothill then suddenly springs out of his seat, making your hackles raise on instinct. You don’t know what he’s trying to pull, so you stiffen. 

“Nope, I’m right as rain,” he says, stretching his arms above his head, like he’s emulating an aerobics instructor. There are no sounds of joints popping from prolonged slumber, reminding you that he’s still entirely inhuman. 

He continues, oblivious to your plight. “You scared the fudge outta me with that hatchet, though. I reckon you thought I meant you harm?” A pause. “S’nice in here. You got AC?”

He surveys your kitchen, curious and looming. Something about it rubs you the wrong way - he’s acting so familiar despite you 1) knocking him out (debatable), and 2) not knowing you at all. Well, he certainly fits in around these parts. Clearing your throat and watching him with narrowed eyes, you formulate a response and motion with your hand for him to sit again.

“Just…” you pinch the bridge of your nose and walk over to the opposite side of the table, never turning your back to him completely. “Sit down. Don’t try anything.”

Boothill complies with a halfhearted shrug. You follow suit, now staring him down at the opposite end. How do you start, and with what? You’ve never been great at talking to people, not that it bothers you.

Well, he’s not really a person, so maybe it’ll work out in your favor.

“What are you? Do you remember how you got here?”

Good enough; the former’s answer will determine how self-aware (and by extension, dangerous) he is, while the latter’s might give you the slightest context on his supernatural circumstances. Baby steps, you remind yourself. Baby steps. You and him seem to be tackling this in stride. Good - the sooner you have this conversation, the sooner you can put this all behind you.

“Ah, well…” he scratches his head with a moth-eaten fingertip, “I can’t say I remember much. Also, I’m gonna choose to overlook that first question! I’m Boothill, and those birds were peckin’ the crap outta me. I woke up at sunrise, very confused, might I add - can’t say I’ve ever been on this farm before.”

You sigh. He isn’t gonna give you any clues whatsoever, huh. “Okay, well--” Boothill cuts you off, “Well is right. Not so fast, now. I haven’t even got your name yet! Someone who’ll run an axe through ya without hesitation must be of a different caliber for sure.”

Is that… admiration coloring his tone? Even though his disposition practically screams it in your face, he’s definitely a weird one. You spit out your name, hurrying through the introduction in favor of processing this information.

He’s articulate, and you don’t mean just verbally; he idles like a 1930s toon, bouncing and animated, brimming with life. He’s more of a mannequin than a scarecrow, as if made for the sole purpose of waking up all antsy and making it your problem. With all this in mind, you blurt out your first immediate thought:

“You need to leave.”

You don’t need this burden sitting across from you, so you tell him as much; some people would see that as cruel, but it’s more fair if anything. You have your small, tight-knit group of friends that you talk to sporadically, and you have your farm. That’s it.

Boothill deflates, bravado waning when you turn the tides. “Leave? Bud, where else would I go?”

…that’s true. He has nowhere to go, no memories, no social or life skills (probably), and you doubt anyone else will have a kinder reaction than you unless they’re plain stupid. You want to tell him to get lost in that same tone you use when someone encroaches too far on your lifestyle - it works wonders. If you get loud and unpleasant enough, it’ll send him packing, you’re sure of it.

So why aren’t you getting started? Why can’t you tell this too-human-non-human to just scat already?

“I got nobody,” he hums, all too casual for the implications of those words. “Unless you count those crows that seemed more interested in havin’ me for lunch.”

He has nobody. 

This guy you barely know whatsoever doesn’t have a Kafka or a Silver Wolf. He doesn’t have any memories of makeshift tire swings and underage driving; he doesn’t have any souvenirs of late parents and old flames. He doesn’t have anything. The world is bound to chew him up and spit him out (if he even gets that chance).

Boothill reclines against the dark wood of his seat rest, as if permanently cementing his spot there. His features are a bit hard to read, but the material of his face crinkles, at odds with the strain of his smile. 

Damn this stupid, traitorous heart of yours.

“Boothill,” you hate how your house voice softens, “Can you work? If you’re going to… remain here, only for the time being, you’re gonna have to pull your weight.”

He laughs again, this time much more human. If you cared more, you’d call him out on his palpable relief.

“Guess I’ll learn, huh?” he flicks the brim of his hat. Then, surprising you once more, he hunches over, stomach pressed flush against the table.

“What--”

Boothill uses this new position as leverage to outstretch his arm to you, and by extension, his hand. His open palm, also inlaid with crude stitching, barely reaches your wary form. 

Swallowing your hesitance, you don’t leave him hanging too long. You wrap your hand around his own, fiber of his beaten up flannel (or maybe that’s just him) tickling your skin. He’s warm. 

Boothill shakes your hand firmly.

“Thank ya kindly.”

You pull away first as he returns to taking up his own space. God, what have you gotten yourself into?

“Just… whatever.”

As late afternoon arrives, you go about stress-cooking up a big meal to get your mind off of your neglected chores and this entire nightmare at hand. It’s extremely hard to ignore Boothill, though, especially when he can be compared to a lost puppy in terms of his curiosity.

(He also tries to sample some of your cooking. It does not work, on account of him not having a tongue. Or real teeth. Or a stomach. Or a digestive tract.)

It’s going to be a bumpy road ahead. You sigh.

[zhng96]

sunny days — k. gyuvin

↳ how can one make it up to someone who spends their days helping people- and how come you’ve found yourself faced with flustering feelings for said boy so suddenly?

↳ pairing: kim gyuvin x gn!reader (3.1k words OH MY GAWD)

↳ warnings: nothing honestly

↳ note: THIS IS SO LONG HELP,,, the longest fic i’ve written yet AND I LOVED EVERY BUT OF IT!!! HAPOY BDAY GYUVIN YOU DESERVE EVERY OUNCE OF LOVE EVER.

perm taglist: @tzuberry @hrtattcker @yueriots @neohyxn @avocarua @dwcljh @uyujns @knrejj

o. the meaning of loving.

kim gyuvin was the epitome of someone who loved loving. he helped where he could, was doting to his friends- even in a teasing way- but everyone and their mothers knew he meant every candied word he sent towards them, he was a social butterfly, and he made sure everyone was comfortable around him.

it was in his nature, you suppose, to help you despite not knowing you very well. being the class president and all, you assumed that he was just helping take a burden off of your shoulders even if it was a measly stack of papers waiting to be dropped by the office- not to mention his altruistic nature.

little did you know that there was a hint of devotion behind it. gyuvin knew he helped around a lot- but with you, he helped extra. any time he found you taking on a task by yourself- no matter the difficulty, he'd offer a hand. he just wished you’d notice how he set his attention on you just a little bit more than he set his attention on others.

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albeit the wave of fluttering feelings that burst throughout his chest when he hears the grateful thank you with a soul-crushingly sincere smile; he knows that when he has you for himself, he'll feel the same, just ten times over.

that's one of the reasons gyuvin has yet to give up over his attempts of showcasing his affections for you- but also because he just likes doing it. he revels in the way the sun hits your skin when the two of you are working during lunch, he loves when you accidentally make eye contact with him and find yourself looking away just as fast.

he lives and breathes you- he only hopes you do the same.

i. a paper stack as tall as jack's beanstalk.

midday was always the slowest time during school days. classes went by increasingly slower as the clock approached closer to the hour to which the lunch period began.

your stomach grumbled in anticipation for the assortment of cafeteria foods that awaited for you as soon as the bell rung. you were practically jumping in you seat peevishly- unable to distract your mind from imagining what was on the menu today.

finally, the bell rung. the teacher nods in dismissal and every student bursts from their seats.

you quickly grab your bag resting against the desk leg and shove your belongings into its pouch before turning towards the exit.

that's when the teacher called your name.

"yn, could you come here for a moment?" they ask, waving a hand towards them. you have no option but to oblige.

suddenly, 2 tall stacks of printer paper etched with various texts slam onto the teacher's desk, and your mouth is left agape, already preparing for what they will ask of you.

"i need you to bring these to the office for me", they state, sheepishly rubbing their neck, "i've got to pick up my daughter for an appointment, i'm sorry..."

breaking away from your stupor, you shake your head violently, "i-it's no worries! i'll get it there right away!"

the teacher send you a grateful nod before gathering their stuff in a hurry and their footsteps descend down the hallway- a quick and irritating clacking sound ringing throughout the 3rd floor of the building. you pay no mind, only staring at the two large stacks before you- worries about your ability to eat your long awaited lunch bouncing throughout your head.

unbeknownst to you, gyuvin stood at the door, watching the whole affair transpire. he noticed your antsy demeanor during class, having sat behind you- watching you slightly bounce like a maniac and look back at the clock every few minutes. when he heard the teacher call your name just as you were about to rush out towards the cafeteria- he knew he had to prepare for the worst.

watching your face drop had only motivated him to help you more- but when he saw the two fat stacks of paper forced before you, he wasn't so sure that even his efforts could manage to get you to eat the lunch that you were willing to risk it all for.

you frown, the office building was on the first floor and currently, you were on the third. with no elevator, the school solely relied on stairs- and with the sight of the two tall stacks of paper, there was no way you were getting both of them down in one trip- you'd most likely have to make four.

groaning, you finally oblige to the task at hand and reach for the first quarter of papers you would bring down, using your tippy toes as a support. someone is quick to help though. a tall, lanky boy reaches out to steady the trembling stack, letting you grab half of the stack with ease.

without seeing his face, you already recognized who it was. not only were his huge hands a giveaway, also the height- and most of all, the fact that he's even here right now rather than getting lunch.

you rest the stack on your biceps and tuck it to your chest. now comfortable, you turn towards him.

"you should be eating lunch", you quirk your brow, gazing at him with sincere concern- he only feels his heartbeat pick up.

"so should you", he replies coolly, shrugging his shoulders and taking a whole stack of papers as if it weighed nothing.

you yelp, "i can handle it myself! you need to eat!"

he chuckles, shaking his head before nodding it towards the door, "well, if we get a move-on we'll both be able to eat lunch. how's that sound?"

you find yourself perking up at the mention of being able to enjoy your long awaited food and nod helplessly. he nods his head again, suggesting you start walking ahead of him and you comply, being the first to walk out the door and gyuvin following close behind.

gyuvin wasn't going to lie, the stack was heavy. but thankfully, with his height, the tall stack of papers did nothing to restrict his movement, his head still fully over the top of the stack.

the two of you stop in front of the stairs and you give him a weary look, "you sure you can make it down those without falling? we can always come back up again, there's still half a stack in the classroom..."

gyuvin smiles, nodding confidently, "we'll be okay! c'mon, the faster we get this done, the quicker we can eat lunch!"

you can't help but take note on how, despite asking a question directed to him, he still manages to include you in the answer. having first-handedly witnessed the natural way he still manages to think of others in the littlest of things evokes an unrecognizable emotion inside of you. suddenly, the sight of him makes you want to break out into a grin.

quickly, gyuvin turns back towards the stairs and steps down with a fastened pace- somehow, none of the papers that lay at the top of the stack fly in the opposite direction.

you giggle to yourself before jogging down the steps as well, trying your best to catch up to gyuvin while also maintaining the balance of the stack in your arms.

ii. he said, she said.

after taking a second trip up and down the three flights of stairs to hand over the other half of the stack you left behind, the two of your were satisfied with your work. the second trip around, the two of you were so caught up in conversation that the intention to rush was long forgotten.

as the two of you slowly walked towards the cafeteria, now discussing some silly shenanigans gyuvin and his friends had done during one of last year’s breaks, the bell rung once again, and the students flood the hallways the pair were striding down.

the two of you freeze in place, watching as the students head back towards their lockers to grab their belongings for the upcoming class.

you glance of gyuvin, frowing at the sight of his downcast expression- he had missed lunch just to help you sort out your paper stack predicament.

little do you know, gyuvin is feeling just the same- he helped you just so you could be able to eat lunch and there he was, selfishly talking to you, only to lead you to missing lunch completely. his plan was perfect, it was just that his execution turned out to be counterproductive.

"i am so sorry gyuvin... i really should've just done it myself", you ramble, clenching your fists in embarrassment. you fail to notice how he looks at you with concern.

taking his silence as an apology unaccepted, you cringe, "i'll find a way to make it up to you-"

"yn!" one of your friends call from a few feet away with great urgency, causing you to trail off on your sentence.

you look at him once more, painful apology painted across your face, before jogging along to see what your friend had urgently called you for.

the rest of the day was spent racking your brain for ways to make it up to gyuvin.

you could buy him a lunch, you pondered- but you decided he was worth more.

how about a giftcard somewhere?- well, you weren't 30... it seemed like an old gift.

everything you thought, it always seemed like it was never enough. gyuvin deserved way more than just a free lunch, or giftcard, or an apology. he was gyuvin for godsakes, he helped you and everyone he could, no questions asked, he's kind, and for some reason- the mere shadow of his presences sends your stomach fluttering.

with guilt bubbling in your stomach since lunch, you've finally reached the end of the day. putting away the textbooks that weighed your backpack down onto the metal shelf of your locker- a certain name uttered by a group of friends behind you perks your ears.

"what did you guys get for gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" and suddenly an idea hits you like a truck.

you found the perfect way to make it up to him. gyuvin loved people- what if you held him a little surprise party first thing tomorrow?

you twist around and but into their conversation- an obnoxious gesture, but with your mind racing miles a minute, that was the least of your worries.

"is it really gyuvin's birthday tomorrow?" you ask, looking around to meet the faces of his close friends- the eight of them stand there a little taken aback before they collect themselves.

"yeah!" matthew, if you remember correctly, confirms happily, sending you a warm smile.

"what if we held him a surprise party?" you suggest, surveying each of their faces to take in their reactions.

each of them light up, "where are we gonna get everything?"

"don't worry, i'll take care of everything... just meet me at the school about an hour to half-an-hour early!"

iii. a lunchbox cake.

it didn't take long for the rest of your class to absorb the (not-so-secret) surprise party plan for their beloved classmate, but you never minded- afterall, gyuvin deserved only the best and that showed through the devotion of the many people he's helped giving a hand to create a great celebration. the rest of the day was spent running errands for the last minute plans.

holding two bags full of decorations which ranged from balloons to silly little party hats you bought for the laughs, you head over to your favourite bakery- they had recently started advertising lunchbox cakes.

you requested two of these cakes- hoping it will be enough to feed everyone to satisfaction, but not enough to create a herd of hyper teenagers. one cake was to be a simple white- a cursive birthday message in black buttercream decorating the top and sprinkles made through piping icing directly onto the cake taking up awkward gaps where something felt missing.

the second cake was to have a teal background and a puppy wearing a pink birthday hat in the middle- all made of icing.

despite feeling bad about the amount of work they had to put in in such a short amount of time, they assured you that you are a beloved customer and they appreciate you always coming to support them- they accepted the order with no hesitation. you explained your deadline, saying you'll be there to pick it up an hour before your classes start and you watch as they immediately start on the batter. on your way out, you thank them profusely

all that was left was setting it up and presenting it to the birthday boy.

iv. surprise?

the clicking of your loafers against the cement along with the wind rapidly dancing past you rings your ears- the sound of the early morning traffic is easily muffled.

you run frantically towards the bakery- you had gotten a text from hanbin that they were at the school ready to set up, and feeling bad that they would have to wait- you decide to drop off the decorations and then head back to pick up the cake (bad decision). you were now frantically running- only having 25 minutes to get back to the school, cakes fully intact and looking presentable. 25 minutes and then classes would start- 25 minutes and you'll see gyuvin walk in and-

turning the corner expecting to see the entrance of the bakery in view, instead you are met with a lanky figure in a very familiar school uniform.

"oh!" the boy yelps, grabbing onto your arm to save you from a painful fall onto the concrete.

at the voice, you eyes widen- gyuvin was here, right now.

"ah, g-gyuvin!" you stammer, tilting your head up to greet the boy.

at the sight of your slightly messy hair, the boy giggles, causing you to quickly run your hands over your head to smooth it out.

"what are you doing here?" you laugh awkwardly, rubbing your bicep in attempt to act natural- you needed to get out of there immediately, but without being rude? that was impossible.

"oh... i thought i'd pick you up a pastry since i made you skip lunch yesterday..."

you perk up at this confession, tilting your head in consideration.

it was his birthday and he was getting something for you...

"you... didn't make me do anything gyuvin, really it's okay!" you comfort, watching as his eyes grow wide.

"why are you here?"

you didn't know how to answer that question.

"well i... um.." gyuvin patiently awaits your answer but rests a hand on your head after he senses your struggling.

"you don't need to tell me, it's alright. you wanna come inside with me so you can pick your treat?"

pursing your lips, you nod after a second and follow him inside.

"what's your favourite pastry?" he asks, surverying the dainty bakery.

"yn!" the woman behind the counter shouts, catching both you and gyuvin's attention.

"you come here a lot?" he questions, the tilt of his head makes your heart clench; you nod sheepishly before excusing yourself. while you walk away, gyuvin internally praises himself for the choice of bakery.

rushing over to the counter, you thank her gratefully and open the two boxes just an inch to inspect the cakes.

they were perfect, the cake with the dog was perfectly smooth and the icing art was admirable, the other cake was perfectly plain. simple, yet elegant.

you turn back to gyuvin, who eyes the two boxes curiously and you shrug.

"what's all that?" he nods towards the two boxes as you walk back up towards him.

"surprise", you smile, your nerves now calmed- everything was going to be fine, all you needed to do was get gyuvin to the school.

gyuvin hums, seemingly content enough with your answer. he then moves to walk up to the cashier but you grab his wrist frantically.

"there's no need, really! seeing you enjoy these cakes is enough for me!” you stumble, saying the first reasonable explanation to get back to the school right away.

it takes you a few moments to realize your mistake, but when you do, you find yourself frozen in place.

great going.

“surprise, huh?” he chuckled, staring at your appalled expression.

“well… it was supposed to be…” you mumble, shifting between your two feet awkwardly.

sensing your shame, gyuvin places a hand on your shoulder in comfort, “hey, it’s okay… i didn’t mean it that way, you’re just too cute not to tease.”

you perk up at his confession, now it was his turn to face you, appalled by his own mouth.

“that was supposed to be a secret too…” you giggle, taking his hand in attempt to calm his nerves.

“c’mon birthday boy, that’s not the only surprise”, gyuvin follows like a puppy, gripping your hand back happily once he comes back to his senses.

v. birthday wish granted.

you walk up to the classroom in anticipation, hopefully, everything was fully put up and everyone was ready to greet the boy a happy birthday.

you tried to make it known you were going down the hallway, extending your voice a few decibals higher than usual- you only hoped gyuvin didn't notice.

still holding his hand, you drag him over to the classroom. once the two of you stood in front on the room door, you looked at him with a wide grin- his eyebrows furrow and his gaze softens at the sight of your smile.

pursing your lips, you gesture for him to move in front of you- it seems like gyuvin had figured out your other surpise a while ago as he gives you a knowing look, but obliges nonetheless. before he turns to slide the door open, he gently cups your face.

the contact of his lips on your forehead feels majestic. it was delicate and meaningful- a small peck meant so much.

he then looks at you for permission, you only nod, reading his face for his next action.

he smirks before leaning down, now level with your lips.

by pure coincidence- yujin, who overheard the two in the hallway and was getting impatient- slid the door open, ready to peek out to see if you two were close by.

instead he finds you two inches apart- suddenly the two of you jump back.

theres a pregnant silence before matthew pops up from behind a desk, his eyes darting from you and the birthday boy and then at your hands. he smirks cheekily at the sight, “happy birthday gyuvin! i’d tell you to make a wish but it looks like it’s already come true.”

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Halloween party (Zosan X reader)

headcannon: what a Halloween party is like with the straw hat crew.

Sanji X Zoro X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN

Warning: spooky stuff, drinking, Drinking games, bad language, making out

It was your captains idea to throw a Halloween party on the sunny and most of the crew were happy to join in. Chopper, Luffy, Brook and Nami were the most excited about it and made sure they added their own traditions into the party.

Decorations:

^ Everyone agreed on a pumpkin and bat theme so most of the decorations were jack o lanterns, paper bats, black and orange ribbons and candle lights. Franky, you and Robin help set up the decorations and lights leaving the others to do other things.

^ Luffy made sure everyone did at least one pumpkin, Luffy did a simple scary face and even though he tried to make it neat it didn't turn out that way but the jagged lines made it look much scarier, Nami joined him doing a skull, it was very neat, and yet she wasn't too happy with it so Sanji lent a hand showing her how to peal the outer later off pumpkin off leaving a thin sheet behind. She got the hang of it and ended up with a day of the dead skull.

^ Chopper and Robin worked on one together since neither of them had done this before, it was a happy pumpkin face with perfect round eyes and a big smile. they were so happy with it they decided to pick the two smallest pumpkins and do the same with those two. Chopper commented that it looks like a cute mum pumpkin with her two kids.

^ Franky and Usopp went over the top with theirs trying to do Frankenstein's monster face with actual nuts and bolts in the head, but they ended up braking their pumpkins. The weight of the nuts and bolts they put on caused the top of the pumpkin it to sink down but thanks to you and Sanji's help you managed to use small polls to hold them up. It's a little squished but still looks good and Luffy's exited face was all it took for Usopp and Franky to love their creations.

^ Of course Zoro and Sanji had to make a competition out of this, and they wanted you as the judge. You couldn't help but agree watching the two work back-to-back carving away. Kanji carved a beautiful woman's face using the technique he taught Nami to peel the outer lay off in come areas giving her perfect features, her hair was curly and had a witches hat on top. Zoro carved out a mini pumpkin in the middle being impaled by three swords on top. It was surprisingly good, you new he was good with knives and swords but had no idea he could any kind of art. You ended up saying they were both winners, they didn't like that but when you explained how you couldn't decide and complimented everything about their pumpkins they gave in.

^ Brook and you decided to do scenery ones for a change. Everyone else had created some kind of monster or face so it was only natural that you two deiced to do something different. Brook cut a tree into his pumpkin with bats flying around and a tomb stone with R.I.P on the bottom. While you decided to do an old house, it was uneven and curved over slightly but that just added to the effect.

Costumes:

^ Nami and Robin got dressed together helping each get ready. Nami put on a short orange dress with black lines going down it and a heart shaped neckline with no straps. Small pumpkin faces on the hem of the dress and green and white stripped stockings that went up to her thighs. She didn't do much make up wise but did put on a black witch hat and black high heal shoes. Robin went for more of a cute demon look, a short red turtleneck dress with long sleeves and black lace stockings going up to meet the hem of her dress and Bright red high heal shoes. Red horns on her head and black eyeliner with red lips.

^ Luffy, Chopper and Brook decide to match going with the pumpkin theme and adding skeleton with it since brook is a skeleton. All three wearing big puffy pumpkin hats and orange shorts/pants along with black and white stripped tops. Luffy got Brook to help with face paint, adding a few skull details to luffy, mainly on the nose and eyes almost like he was wearing a mask.

^ Usopp and Franky kept with Frankenstein theme, Usopp was the doctor wearing a white with grey stained lab coat, a crazy gray wig and brown pants. His socks and shoes were orange and black stripes along with his shirt. Usopp put black under his eyes and a fake scar on his cheek to make him look extra crazy. Franky painted himself blue and added scars to his face and chest and with the help of Usopp added bolts to his temples.

^ Sanji was excited to do couple consumes and picked everything out for the three of you, you and Zoro had no idea what you were gonna wear until the night of the party, you were shocked to find Sanji bringing out three Egyptian outfits giving you guys one each and helping you get changed. Your outfit was the pharaoh, a bandaged off-white top with long selves, a few bandages dangling off it, a black and gold belt attached to a long almost see threw skirt with black shorts under neath. Gold sandal with gold straps lacing up to your leg. Sanji helped put a beautiful gold necklace around your neck with a jeweled cross "You look perfect my love" he whispers into your ear before going to get himself ready.

^ You had to help Zoro out with his outfit a little. He was dressed as Anubis a black skirt going down to his knees with shorts underneath and a gold belt with a dangling fabric cross on his hip. he had no top on just a gold and black striped corset that you had to help tie, you were surprised when Zoro kept saying it was to lose, you didn't want to suffocate him, but he assured you he could take it making you blush bright red. He had the same sandals on as you and black jackal ears on his head.

^ When sanji was done he was in a Egyptian guards outfit bandages wrapped around his chest leaving his shoulder and arms exposed a black skirt going past his knees and black shorts underneath. he had gold head-wear and the same sandals as you and Zoro but with metal cuffs on his ankles and wrists. "I didn't think this threw" were the first words out of his mouth looking down at the skirt he was wearing "What? i think this is awesome. Look at us. were like royalty" you speak snapping the cook out of his depressed state "I have to say... i dont hate it" Zoro pipes in not really liking how much he likes wearing this outfit.

^ With the three of you happy with your chose's you and Sanji finish off with a bit of black eyeliner jumping on Zoro to do the same to him. he wasn't happy with you two but with both your complements and flirty looks he couldn't help but finally agree to letting you two put eyeliner on him.

Food and Drinks:

^ Sanji hates wasting food so before everyone carved their pumpkins he scooped out as much as he could use the insides and some of the skin to make different foods. The first was Pumpkin soup with cream, he didn't add too much into it but there was enough to fill a massive pot.

^ Sanji with the help of Robin made Pumpkin pie, Robin's made pie before so was happy to help when she heard thats what the cook was doing. While sanji got the pumpkin filling ready Robin made the pastry. they made three medium-sized pies topped with whipped cream and cooked pumpkin seeds.

^ You shared an old family recipe with Sanji called Pumpkin sandwich bread and helped him make it managing to use up the last of the pumpkin seeds and pumpkin guts.

^ The rest of the foods were quite simple, sugar cookies, cupcakes, meatballs, chicken legs, burgers and a vegetable platter. As for drinks Nami deiced she wanted to make the punch with help from chopper, Halloween Sangria she called it, Wine with orange juice, blood orange slices, pomegranate juice and seeds and blackberries all in a large glass bowl.

^ Sanji put out simple apple cider and lemonade. With the large table set on the grassy deck of the and with food and drink galore the party started.

Music and Dancing:

^ The radio snail was on playing all kinds of Halloween and Club music most of everyone dancing and singing along. The only people who didn't at the time were Luffy, Franky and Zoro who were either eating or drinking.

^ You and Kanji danced to the music knowing most of the moves to your favorite Halloween songs like thriller, monster mash and spooky scary skeleton.

^ Chopper is amazed by the two of you asking to teach him and it isn't long until he joins you two of you learning quickly. Robin dances with Brook doing some kind of deadly tango while Usopp and Nami dance with no care in the world.

^ Franky and Luffy join in after eating, Franky taking over from Brook wanting to dance with Robin, while Luffy swings Nami around earning a telling off from the woman.

^ With only Zoro left not dancing you try and beacon him over for him to shake his head. Sanji ends up walking over to the swords man and dragging him to the dance floor. Zoro wasn't too happy but gave in since Sanji's grip was too tight to pull off. Slowly but surly Zoro started to relax dancing with you and Sanji as the night went on.

^ An hour or so later Brook would start playing music on Luffy's request creating sort of calm moment which prompted Zoro to take you and Sanji away form the dancing. He sat with you two watching the others, food and Drinks in your hands. Zoro of course being in the middle of you two keeping you both close to him.

^ "You know i'm starting to like this outfit more and more" Sanji states leaning closer to zoro and placing a hand on Zoro's thats currently placed just under the cooks skirt, Zoro blushes not realizing thats where his hand was "I-I" The swords man tries to pull his hand away only for Sanji to pull it back down "It's ok. i like it" the cook smiles kissing zoro's cheek "Arrrr, Sanji, you made him blush how cute" you tease Zoro turning to you his cheeks redder than before "What?" his reaction made you laugh and place a hand on his exposed chest "It's ok... you don't have to be shy" you whisper loving the way Zoro's looking at you. Sanji reaches a hand up and pulls Zoro to look at him before kissing his lips, the swords man immediately leaning into the kiss and squeezing Sanji's thigh a little while you run your finger over his peck feeling his skin shiver under your touch. "Stop teasing me you two" Zoro pulls away his other hand going to the back of your neck and pulling you in to kiss him.

Games:

^ Bobbing for apples was number one on Luffy's list grabbing a large barrel and filling it with tap water before adding apples. Chopper and Nami deiced not to join in but the rest of you had a go and everyone managed to get an apple. You and Usopp had trouble but managed to get one after a while. Luffy, Brook and Zoro managed to get one on the first try zoro walking over to Sanji a look of pride on his face. Sanji took the opportunity to bite into the apple still in Zoro's mouth and thank him making the swords man blush for the second time that night.

^ Dancing competition, as much as you and Sanji wanted to join you both new it would be unfair to the others since you know a lot about dancing so instead you both judged the competition. Two people went to head after learning the dance moves to a song until there was only one winner, it surprised you and Sanji how much Chopper had learned from you two, and he ended up being the winner running into both your arms as thank you. The only person who didn't join in was Zoro refusing out right to dance unless it was with you two.

^ Beer pong, it was Nami's idea, you work in teams of two each team takes turn throwing a ball into the other team's cups. When a ball lands in a cup the opponent then drinks the contents of the cup. It keeps going until one team has no more cups left. The teams are Usopp and Nami, you and Robin, Zoro and Franky and Sanji and Brook. Luffy and Chopper sat and watched eating while the teams went head to head.

^ First up was Sanji and Brook VS Usopp and Nami. Nami cheated a little using her looks to distract the boys but you and Zoro didn't mind too much too focused on planning how you were gonna win against each other. Usopp never missed and ended up helping Nami a few times when she had to throw. Kanji was good at the game only for Nami's distraction to work and make him miss most of the time, Brook was bad at the game form the start but tried his best managing to get one ball in only for Nami to start distracting him after that. Of course Usopp and Nami won.

^ It was now you and Robin VS Zoro and Franky. Robin found it quite funny how you were so determined to beat the two boys and promised she would do what she could to help as long as it wasn't cheating. You wanted to win fare and square, it started off being a constant tie. your team would get a ball in, and then they would get the next one. Until the final three cups. Feeling a little tipsy you forced yourself to focuses, It was Franky's turn and as if the universe had answered your prayers he missed, you and Robin let out a cheer as the two boys looked at the ball in disbelief but the game still went on until you and Robin won. Zoro couldn't believe he'd lost but Sanji was super happy running over to you and lifting you into his arms "YAY Y/N ROBIN" he yelled out. You knew he would do the same if Zoro won but it was nice to have him cheer for you.

^ As the last game was getting set up Zoro walks over to you and pulls you in for a hug "You won on a fluke" he states trying to hide his prideful smile. he may have lost but you were a worthy opponent, and he loves how you can hold your own against him. You laugh in his chest wrapping your arms around him "Your only saying that because you lost" you lean up placing a kiss on his lips Zoro leaning into it and letting out an annoyed groan. "Hay love birds, are we gonna do this or not?" Nami yells out looking ready to kick your butt. You pull away and look at Sanji who's smiling down at you "I'll avenge you" the cooks smile grow at your words and leans down to kiss you "Thank you my love. My pride is safe in your hands" Sanji bows slightly taking your hand in his.

^ You and Robin battle against Nami and Usopp, the first round was a tie, neither one of you missing a cup so you had to set up another again, all four of you were very tipsy at this point being a bit more sloppy with your throws. You and Robin were starting to lose, even though usopp was clearly drunk now he still never missed. After a few more shots you and Robin were down to two more cups while Nami and Usopp were down to five. The sniper went to throw only to miss, he cheered though thinking he got it in only for Nami to freak out. "Usopp what the hell?" she yelled out grabbing the man by his shirt. She tested his eyesight finding that he was seeing double now. You and Robin had a chance to win, time and time again Usopp missed, Nami managed to get one of your cups but miss your last one.

^ You were the last to throw the ball managing to get it in the last cup with Robin holding your shoulders to stop you from swaying. With you and Robin the winners Sanji ran to you and hugged you and Robin thanking you two for avenging his pride. The others joined in while Nami yelled at Usopp who was now on the floor feeling dizzy from all the drinking.

^ After the games were done Zoro carried you in his arms to sit down, you were drunk down, your cheeks red and feeling tired. Sanji and Zoro sat with you, your cook making sure you drank water, a few minutes later you fell asleep on the sword mans lap while the two laughed and joking threw the rest of the night, taking you to bed well after 2 in the morning.

[bxttxrflybxddie]

|The Phone Call - Nick Herrara x Reader|

a/n: NICK SKXAGDKBG i love him sm, literally donated sm to the kickstarter to date him in game lol also! since jack would've killed him by this time, this is in an au where you didn't meet the clown ghost and life resumed as usual! I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTER NOR THE GAME, THIS WAS WRITTEN BEFORE SUNNY DAY JACK WAS COMPLETED SO IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER I WILL EDIT THIS WORK.

pairing: nick herrara x reader

post type: fic

word count: 1.2k

requested: nope, pure brainrot

warnings: THIS CHARACTER COMES FROM AN 18+, NSFW GAME; EVEN THOUGH THIS WORK ISNT SPECIFICALLY NSFW, MINORS/AGELESS DO NOT INTERACT. (I BLOCK ON SIGHT) wrote w a gn! reader in mind, mentions of angst (ian blowing up ur phone 🙄) , you + nick give ian a message, kissy kissy smooching but and it's a lil steamy, sight hurt/comfort, MENTIONS OF NSFW BC OF NICK'S CAREER.

your couch had never been so soothing.

the room was dark and cool, lit by the cheesy, romance movie playing.

currently, you had your head resting on his warm, tattooed chest. his built arms were resting on your sides, thumbs gently caressing the skin on your back.

the characters in the movie finally share a passionate kiss, and you smile at yourself. their silly misunderstandings and the camaraderie they shared reminded you of your relationship with nick.

despite his initial attraction to you, nick knew that being with him was welcoming hecticness into your heart as well. almost every aspect of his life was a mess and he didn't want to throw you into the worst of it.

and yet, he couldn't get you out of his head. the way you felt so easy to talk to and laugh with. not to mention the goosebumps that traveled through his spine and arms when you handed his card back, the gentle touch of your fingertips against his was life-changing.

after leaving the establishment, the questions that filled his head expanded into sweet daydreams. but as night fell, a painful mix of guilt and longing ensured that the same lovely imaginations kept him from a night’s rest. 

the next day he came back to the yogurtopia to see if he actually had a chance. the drive was nerve-wracking and he understood the encounter would be awkward, but he knew that it would be all worth it in the end. even a disappointing answer would bring his tired mind some closure.

you also held some hesitation towards him. the last thing you wanted was to use this sweet guy as a band-aid after being deeply wounded, so recently.

however, his blushing face and the timid question relit something inside that you assumed was dimmed forever.

you explained how you still needed time to heal as you gave him your number, but that if he needed someone to chat with you'd be available.

the smile he gave you while he held the scribbled-on napkin was bashful and beautiful. and as you look up at nick, it's the same one he's giving you now.

his eyes twinkle with affection and you’re filled with delight that you two quickly became more than just friends. it was difficult not to drown in every aspect that was him, and yet, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

you close your eyes and snuggle deeper into his chest, the beating of his heart calming you like a sigh.

it’s so comforting being able to spend alone time with him, nick even took work off to spend tonight with you. you’ve noticed he’s been going less and less the more serious the two of you became. 

truth be told, after knowing everything you've been through, nick began to despise his job. you're the peace during his storms and the one person who's been keeping him sane, the last thing he wants is the nature of his night job to remind you of him.

he’ll always be left wondering how he could hurt you so badly. nick has never felt so seen, cared for, and loved. how anyone could take you for granted; he couldn't begin to comprehend. 

your bright eyes look back into his deep ones. they soften as he runs his hand over your cheek, holding it gently as if you'd shatter and disappear at any moment.

his touch is always nice. so delicate and tender. between his jobs, the puppies, his family, and you; he truly deserved a reward. 

so reward you will. 

you pull yourself up to his level and straddle him, couch cushion underneath your palms. gazing directly into him. nicks smile alters into a smirk. you want something from him, he knows that look all too well. 

he hasn’t given it to you yet but by fate willing, he would here and now if that’s what you wanted. he’d give it all to you, anything for you.

you shift yourself onto your knees and wrap your arms around his neck. bringing one of your hands back to tuck some of his sky-blue hair behind his ear.

you trace your fingers from behind his ear to hold his jaw. you don’t miss how he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, grounding himself before the next step forward. not because you make him anxious, but because you make him nervous.

here’s your nick, with enough cool to freeze oceans melting under your touch— under your presence. he’s so tantalizingly close and you’re both awfully impatient.

the two of you collide like a kilonova. his lips are so delicious they almost distract you from the lingering touch he’s leaving on your thighs. wandering hands traveling higher and higher, yet leaving just enough space to have you wanting more. 

you subconsciously lean your head to the side, begging silently for him to welcome himself inside. the cold of his tongue piercing sends shivers down your spine. your hand plays with the hem of his shirt, those hypnotizing fingertips of yours grazing over his abdomen before-!

*BZZT! BZZT! BZZT!*

your groan of dread told nick exactly who that was. 

and he's decided it's about time he knew you're doing better without him. 

your annoyance was short-lived as he glanced at your phone and then back at you. asking for permission. the smile you grew as you placed the pieces together was just the answer he needed. 

nick didn’t waste another breath as he pressed the green icon, smirk growing wider.

“h-hello?”

“hey.”

the pause between them grows more tenacious by the second. a different you would feel pity at this encounter, that this is how he learns of your nick, but he took you for granted. he betrayed your trust and it took you too long to gain it back. and now, he can’t take no for an answer. he hasn’t left you alone since his cheat. if this won’t make him face that you’re completely over him, nothing will. the thought excited and terrified you at the same time. 

“...who’s this?”

“i’m nick.”

you cup your hands over your mouth. hiding nervious or devious laughter, you weren’t sure yet.

“huh…do i have the wrong number?”

“i don’t think so.”

the silence is deafening. your breathing was all your could hear as your focus went undividedly to their words.

“...is-”

“they’re busy.”

there was complete silence as nick hung up the call. you felt sick. you felt like screaming on rooftops. you felt like sobbing– like screaming. you felt like you could run a mile. you felt like you could kiss your nick nonstop. 

the relief that he wouldn’t be trying to attach himself to every thought in your mind made you feel weightless. you were finally free.

comfort like a sigh.

your lack of noise worried your boyfriend, his triumphant expression twisting into one of unease. the fear of stepping over lines and making you uncomfortable was a reoccurring nightmare, a dream he never wished to come true.

"was- was that okay?"

what a beautiful fool. such an innocent question. which had a simple answer; a steamy one too.

to leave right where you left off.

with a cleared mind, a step taken, and an adoration deepened.

© BXTTXRFLYBXDDIE

[hallow-yee]

~The glory of Lust~

I'm gonna feel it, feel it so strong~

This is making me alive,

We don't even have to say goodbye.

I'm gonna feel it, feel it so strong~

This is tryna make me alive,

We don't even have to say goodbye~

(This fic is for an au created by @marlathepridefulkittycat1)

Funshine Jill (has dick) X GN! Reader X Sunny Day Jack

☆Part 1☆

TW//CW: Gloryhole and Creampie.

You take a big breath in, then out. "Ok, let's get this over with..." You say as you head into the crusty stall second to last. You had been doing this for a few weeks now, trying to make an extra buck here and there. Though you did work, that frozen yogurt shop only got you so much, and, well, tuition wasn't gonna pay itself. You walk in, closing the door behind you, and sit on the toilet. "God, I hope they don't flake this time.....I really need this." You sigh, slouching down and putting your head in your hands. Usually it wouldn't matter too much if someone didn't show but this time, the customer offered TRIPLE the usual price. That's what got you hooked. Double sure, maybe they felt bad for wasting your time? Who knows. But triple?? 'There's gotta be a catch.' You thought as you sat there. Of course, you had to set up these "meetings" online for this to ACTUALLY get paid. No one's gonna just walk in and pay you. You hear the bathroom door open and perk up, listening to the foot steps as they creep closer and closer to your stall. The doors on either side open, then shut. You freeze, 'is.....is someone else-' You're thought was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Heyy sunflower~" it's Jill. She's been your #1 customer for a while, shit she's been funding your grocery trips AND part of your tuition for a while now.

Part 2 《

[yanderelovlies]

Hii :) so I wanted to request something (If youre taking requests) For a bo and sdj (separately) x gn reader where reader is hypersexual? Sorry this is kinda personal and I'm not familiar with requesting stuff like this so I hope I haven't done anything wrong! ^^ (BTW I love your fanfics sm. they never fail to make me smile)

Ah hello! I've seen you around, and I'm so happy you love my work that much 💙

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

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Sunny day Jack

It took a while to catch on, but when the two of you slept together for the first time was when it was confirmed to him. Luckily for both of you, Jack practically has unlimited stamina.

You want him to fucking your brains out till you can't move? He is on you so fast. The first time he has your legs around his waist holding you close, he ruts roughly into you. The second round, he will have you doggy style. Cum still dripping out of you as one of his hands are tangled in your hair pushing you head down (never hurting you might I add), and the other giving pleasure to your lower half. By the third round, he spices things up while holding you up and thrusting up into you. Praises no longer fall from his lips; he is more vulgar than before. Along with his thrusts, bites, and kisses becoming more animalistic. After this if you feel exhausted after this he will let you rest. However, not for long. As he watches his cum drip from hole he couldn't help but get hard at the thought of filling you up more.

"Come one Doll. You got one more round in you right?"

Bo

Oh, you don't gotta tell this horn dog twice. He could tell when you spent hours pleasing yourself as he was trapped in his Tamagotchi prison. Now he isn't, and now he wants to know how long you could really last.

This man has the stamina of a god. Not like Jack, but enough to keep both going the next morning. This goes in hand with the breeding kink this man has. He NEEDS to see you full to know he bred you right.

The first round, he will have you on all fours in doggy style, his hand your neck, and pulling you down to meet his thrusts. He bites and marks you to his heart's content, loving how they look at you. In the second round, he flips you over to put you in the mating press. He uses this to steal as many messy kisses as he can while marking the front of you just as well as he did on your back. The third round you moved from the bed to the wall as the cold feeling of the wall behind you mixed with Bo's hot cock slamming in and out of your abused hole made you more vocal than before. He loved hearing you it just made him want to fuck you harder so he could hear the more!

If by this round your exhausted Bo will reluctantly agree as he gently lays you down on the bed to get rest. His caretaker instincts will kick in as he leaves to fetch you water and a snack, but after that he will be winning for more.

"Please puppy. It's so cold without you. Let me fell your warmth again….please."

[outlawwithaheart]

I'm dying for Charles content (I guess I finally fall in love with him) so what are you think about one-shot/headcanons/whatever with Charles x gn/fem!reader who's confessing to him? Like, reader is acting weird, constantly in Charles's space and they finally saying what's on their mind

Of course I can! I can do a oneshot for this idea! I am so in love with Charles lmao! I got very excited when I saw an ask for Charles. It ended up being gender neutral since there wasn't really a need for any gendered terms! It's a little short, I hope you like it anyways! <3

Charles x GN!Reader

For a whole year you've had your eyes on Charles. There's something that draws you to him. Ever since you had to go hunting with him up on that God forsaken snowy mountain, your feelings developed more and more. As days pass, it just gets worse. So, you do what anyone would do in this predicament. You try to casually end up being near him all the time!

Everytime you see Charles it's another, "I didn't expect to see you here," coming out of your mouth. Except you totally did expect to see him there, and that's exactly why you were there! He would always say hi, or hey, and other short greetings. Usually, that was about it. He's just a really quiet person.

Of course, most everyone noticed your infatuation with Charles. Not everyone cared but some did, and they teased you about it.

Karen always says, "There's your lover boy~!" A little too loudly. Marybeth laughs and nudges you towards him. Tilly asks you why you don't just tell him already! And when Sean's drunk? You're lucky Charles hasn't found yet, and doesn't take Sean too seriously.

That brings us to now. A sunny, slightly breezy, warm day. The sound of the trees leaves rustling, and birds chirping. Hopes are high in camp, and everyone is laughing and talking. You're doing some stuff around the camp when you see Charles, and some others go to get food. You very quickly drop what you're doing, and practically run over to get food after him. You get some stew, and sit down across from him. Instead of eating, you're staring stupidly at him. He looks so good in the warm sunlight, you can see every detail of his face as he eats.

"Hey," he says. That snaps you out of it. You feel your face warp in embarrassment.

"Oh- uh- hey!" You smile, and (not so casually) take a big bite of the stew, and almost choke.

He chuckles a little bit, "Do I have something on my face?"

"Oh- no! Nothing! Nothing at all!" You quickly say. You swallow your spit. This is so embarrassing. You hear Marybeth laughing quietly as she walks by.

You both finish eating and head off. Your heart was pounding, and you were sure you were sweating despite the weather not being that hot. You walk over to where you were before to continue helping around camp, and Marybeth was there.

"What was that?" She asks. You say it was just the usual.

"That's the usual? He probably thinks you've gone mad!" She laughs, "Why don't you just tell him already?"

"No way in hell I'm doing that." You say.

Well maybe. It's been a whole year. You consider it, and then you look up to scan the area for Charles.

The sun had started to set. Javier found his place by the campfire, and was tuning his guitar. Jack asks John to play with him. Abigail and Hosea were talking. Bill, drunk, was terrorizing Kerian. Dutch was reading, and Lenny was begging Sean to pick up a book. Everyone else was doing there own thing.

You saw him. Chopping some fire wood. The warm orange lighting looked so beautiful on him, and the way his arms exposed by his rolled up sleeves looked while chopping it too. He was so perfect.

Marybeth rolls her eyes and tells you to stop gawking and start TALKING! She nudges you towards him, and you start walking slowly. As he's about to finish chopping some wood, you make it over to him.

"Hey, didn't think I'd see you here!" You say, awkwardly.

"Oh really?" He says, smirking a little bit.

"Yeah, and I really love you a lot." You say very quickly. He brings the axe down to the wood, chopping the last piece.

He thinks for a bit, then says, "Wanna go hunting with me tomorrow?"

Your response comes out rushed, and immediately after he finishes his sentence. You say yes.

He kisses your forehead, and starts carrying wood over to the campfire. You nearly implode. You're definitely sweating again, even though the weather was cooling down as it slowly got darker out. You stand there for a little bit, very awkwardly. You look over at Marybeth, who's laughing and smiling. Later, she tells you you did a good job.

[nobedofroses]

October 17th

pairing: Jack Daniels x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

words: 979

a/n: Prompt for today is like Jack using his charms to charm you... as in magic. Part of me was like is this gaslighting? But it's for nice things and it's magic and he doesn't use his powers to affect any of reader's feelings so I'm saying it's not lol

Directory, Day 16

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It was a bright and cold sunny morning when you met Jack. You were at your favorite coffee shop, planning to work on some things for your freelance clients and enjoy the espresso and pastries you didn’t have at home. Soon up to order, you reached into your bag for your wallet and accidentally dropped your phone in the process. And then when you stepped back to see where it went, you accidentally stepped on it and winced at the loud crunch. 

“Oh my gosh, no no no,” you muttered as you moved your foot off of your phone. You didn’t even want to pick it up and look at it, sure you’d need to get a new phone which you could not afford. 

Before you could reach down for it though, you saw a big hand slowly and gingerly pick it up. And then when the phone was flipped over, it was miraculously fine! 

You followed the line of the arm attached to the hand to the man that had been standing behind you in line and spent a long second just looking at him. It was hard not to with his golden skin, sweet brown eyes, prominent nose, mustache that was maybe changing your mind about mustaches, and full pouty lips. 

It wasn’t until you watched those lips say, “I think it’s alright,” that you realized you were staring. 

You put your hand out and took your phone from him. When your fingers brushed over his, you felt something like a static shock but stronger and not at all painful. More like warmth and pleasure. 

Looking your phone over, even taking off the case to check the back, you found that it was in near-perfect conditions, not even as scratched as you could have sworn it was the last time you cleaned it. 

“I can’t believe it’s okay,” you said, shaking your head in wonder. 

“It’s all in how you pick it up,” the man said, a twinkle in his eye. 

You laughed, “Well in that case, thank you so much!” 

He smiled, charm just radiating off of him, “My pleasure.” 

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard the barista, Janie, call your name and hurried up front to order, apologizing for not paying attention. You ordered your typical drink and then asked for a chocolate raspberry muffin that you had seen someone at a table eating when you walked in. 

“Oh I’m sorry, we’re actually all sold out of those for the day,” Janie said with a sorry look. 

“That’s okay, I’ll just get something—”

“Wait, there’s one on the wrong tray,” Janie interrupted, pointing to a clearly chocolate and raspberry muffin on the oat muffin tray. “Funny, I didn’t even see it until now. Do you want it warmed up?” 

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you told her and finished your transaction thinking that you really were lucky today. Your phone was fine, you talked to this super hot guy, and you got your favorite muffin! 

Now, to make sure you were able to talk to this hot guy more, you waited for him to order and then introduced yourself. His name was Jack and he was here to read a book because he could never focus at home where there were a million other things he could do. You told him that you liked to work here for the same reasons. 

“It’s actually my first time comin’ here so I’m hopin’ the coffee’s good,” Jack admitted. 

“Oh it is, it’s great. And such a good atmosphere and the baristas are friendly without being too friendly,” you reassured him. 

“Are you sayin’ you don’t like friendly people, honey?” Jack asked, all flirt and that smile. That smile could get you to say yes to anything. 

You felt heat creep up your neck, “I suppose it depends on the context. Baristas I like just friendly enough.” 

“And strangers in a coffee shop?” he asked, quirking his brow. 

“Hmm, depends on how handsome they are,” you said, feeling the heat on your face now. 

But then Janie called out your name so you were able to run away for a second and catch your breath. You grabbed your drink and muffin and Janie whispered encouragement to you for your good flirting. It helped set you at ease and you laughed. 

By the time you had your things, Jack’s name was called too. You turned back and looked at him to find him already looking at you with a mix between a smile and a smirk. As he walked past you to get his things, you turned to see which table you should sit at. But they were all full. Which was not great because you had gotten your things for here. 

You turned back as Jack walked over and said, “Guess we’re both out of luck. There’s no tables.” 

“Isn’t that one right there?” Jack asked, nodding to the other side of the room. 

You looked again and saw that there was a table just on the other side of what you had thought was the last table. “Oh great, do you, um, want to sit together?” 

“Yeah, darlin’, that’d be great,” he agreed and the two of you headed over together. 

You were not at all used to someone calling you by those pet names, and normally you probably wouldn’t like it, but with that twang in his accent and his charming smile, all you felt was flustered. 

The two of you got settled and chatted for a bit, getting to know each other in little ways like what you did for work, his book taste, and that you preferred rainy fall days instead of sunny, cold ones like today. It was odd or serendipitous, but it started to rain, gently pattering against the street outside the coffee shop, just a few minutes later.

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[callsign-gasleak]

It won't be done for a while, but I may as well give people an idea of what I'm writing.