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jazeswhbhaven · 4 months

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Beel, Are You Srs Brah? WHB Event React Part 2 *Spoiler Warning*

Stop right there you! Dre requires that you check out part 1 first ->

If you've already seen it, then let's proceed!

We left off where our three Avisos bois had to show their proof of having piercings done by Beel! Poor Stolas is all like-

Well bby, no one really thinks they're gonna be flashing folks their nipples lmao it's okay

Oh???? Okay Amon.... But no seriously....his skills? That must mean Beel is really good at painless piercings. And if that's the case, I want him to pierce some parts of me too. And a secret piercing that only he and I will enjoy *wink*

ANYWAYS

Amon...honey. You are preaching to the choir because Beel's hands anywhere on me is possibly a experience.

Nabe always has to be the logical one lol. Such a sweetie though.

(btw someone pointed out that his chest is really generous...and I looked at his sprite again and I'm like you whore...no wonder you cover up your tits.)

He explains once more that Beel gives these piercings to citizens that are of age and that have been accepted into the community of Avisos. It makes me wonder if that's a thing that not all devils know about because... *SPOILER ALERT FOR MAIN*

Leamas told everyone in Gehenna he was from Avisos. But as far as we know...when Gabriel turned him into a demon as a disguise he didn't add any piercings, just horns. So if anyone knew this info about Avisos, they could have caught Leamas in his lie ahead of time. But you know there wouldn't be a story without that.

As we continue, Nabe points out that it's best to sit near the bartender so they can get the info they need right? Well our happy go lucky fanboy found an area where it was marked "Beel sat here" basically so that is where he chose to sit-

Lol Amon is so goofy. If Beel had 0 fans, Amon would be his number one stan still til the very end.

But Stolas is annoyed with him because he wasn't being so secretive. They're mostly afraid of Beel catching wind of them trying to track him down.

While Amon is over here fanboying about Beel sitting in the same seat he's sitting on, Nabe and Stolas are trying to figure out how they can look inconspicuous while asking for info. So they decide to call the waiter over and they order food and drinks.

Here they're called 'sets' so I'm guessing some kind of drink/food combo and there's even one named after Beel visiting there!

Also, Amon straight up just asks the waiter if Beel said where he was gonna go, and while Stolas and Nabe are clearly thrown back by his straightforward way of getting this info. It works.

So, the Gambling House and the Cosplay Cafe??? Hm. That's way more info that they had in the beginning so score 1 for Amon!

I can't help but feel there was more that Beel said, but yeah maybe the waiter was like tldl (too long didn't listen)

Now that they got their info, Nabe suggested that they pay and leave. But Amon wanted to finish his set, and the waiter came back outta nowhere and told him the rules of the pub was you couldn't leave until you finished all of your food. That even Beel followed that same rule.

Now, I get that it's a rule. But both of them grabbed Nabe's hands to keep him from leaving and I was like damn it's like that T^T

But this would be an issue for me though. I have tummy problems so overeating usually means I'm gonna have a bad time. I love having leftovers so I can portion it out so maybe I'd have one of the three eat it for me ;_; lol

Awh look at Stolas, defending his comrade.

may I add that he did it thuggishly

Also, he calls out Amon about how he said earlier that he couldn't eat without Beel and Amon is just over on his side still fanboying about being in the same seat as his Majesty xD

The waiter that got all ballsy comes back with the food and holy fuck is it a lot.

5 plates for the normal set, and 10 plates for the special set that Amon ordered.

Yeap I'm never ordering food from that place only drinks because bitch I cannot eat 5 plates of food even when I haven't eaten all day.

Like I don't care they're technically snacks, imagine eating 5 plates of mozzarella sticks (about 50 sticks per plate) Back to our bois and their big ass snack plates, Amon is happy to get his stuff, and asks the waiter if anything fun happened. The waiter recollects that Beel brought in a huge sack

No really knew what was inside the sack, moreso that Beel asked them to make a meal with it (intensely stares at Beel's chest again in the screencap....)

He's covered in fucking blood and the sack was dripping. I could only guess it was an angel in that sack or something.

But when Stolas asked, now all of these different ideas start poppin' off from the pub workers lmao

Bartender: angel with it's wings ripped off Waiter: the chopped body of his dead comrade Customer sitting next to them: a pile of devil worshipper hearts that he smuggled from the human world (okay this is believable) So Stolas is trying to figure out which statement is right, Nabe is wondering why ppl jumped in the convo to begin with and the waiter swears he's right, but the bartender says his source is the chef who cooked the meal for Beel and the random customer heard it from a friend

Nabe had it with their shit so he tells them to go fight away from them and they do. Amon brings up that the rumors are so wild because Beel is simply just an overwhelming experience to behold.

I mean he wouldn't be wrong about that...I'd probably make up random rumors if I experienced a fucking hot sexy demon in my room.

Also poor Amon, bby is eating over 10 plates of snacks and he's still hungry. Nabe brings up the fact it makes no sense to stay alive after starving for months. (don't be mean)

So while all this mess is going on, Stolas and Nabe both take a bite and realize that the food tastes amazing.

Now everyone is happy and full and ready to go on to the next place. The Gambling House!

But, not before we see our babes getting the 'itis' from eating a bunch of food. (i get this way too sometimes) Basically they just feel really sleepy after having a large meal.

Amon's wide awake now though. And still hungry.

And....here we go. The motherfucking bill

Turns out...Beel left open a tab and since our bois are under him they have to pay the tab off.

Ain't that a bitch lmao

Bael didn't warn them about this, and the waiter was not letting them leave without paying. So poor Nabe had to foot the bill.

I just like how the doorman was like "bye" when they left lmao that's my energy when at work -_-

I feel bad for our Avisos bois because they basically felt like someone pulled one over on them and I don't blame them for feeling some kind of way about this.

Anywhoozle the mission continues and Stolas turns back into a crow and they said he 'walked' ahead hehee

Aye, Las Vegas vibes okay I see the vision...

Here they describe that the devils in this area resembled the maffia like in the human world. Having serious expressions, some carrying guns, some looking like they were on the run, all that good stuff. This also appears to be the main streets instead of the back alleys which is where we were before with our bois.

Damn we out here sellin' drugs just like that? I mean I understand we're in Hell and in Avisos but geez man

Take the red pill or blue pill type of mess

He even said it's not his fault if you get fucked up by taking the red stuff xD alright uh should of took the blue stuff

Our drug dealer devil out here just making bank, and then he sees a pair of feet of a potential customer...but it was our lovely angel hunter boi instead.

Again, another damn angel in disguise. I wonder how many there are in Hell right now?

But clearly, they know of Dre, because he was shaking in fear.

Dre essentially asks the angel to come see him in the back alleys away from the main streets and whelp this angel is getting f u c k e d up.

I mean like Dre ripped off three of four limbs (only one arm left), and his wings were a tattered mess. The angel was barely breathing too. What's even crazy is that Dre was like 'this is my fourth question'

Meaning his body was already mangled by the 2nd question. The angel is crying and asking what he even did when he answered truthfully and Dre bends down to stare at him with all that hatred in his cloudy eyes.

We don't know it yet, but someone Dre loved deeply perished by angels, so he doesn't give a fuck about the fake drug dealer.

At first I was wondering who he was talking about. But it seems...we all find out soon who he was referring to.

Dre decides to tell this barely alive angel that he's following our Avisos bois. And it's no surprise that the angels are tailing them too.

Dre says here that Beel is the only one who can end the war and I've had a couple of discussions about this already with a couple oomfs and it's interesting that a devil from Niflheim is loyal to Beel. Even says that he's the one who can truly stop the war.

And here is when we get our answer to who made Dre blind. Raphael...our little psycho angel did this, and Dre is on a mission to make sure he gets revenge. Only he can do this and he would not want anyone else to.

While he explains his reasons though that creepy grin of his shows up hahaha each time it comes up on the screen it's like an amusing nightmare fuel. Possibly fuel for a classic creepypasta story like 'Smile Dog'

But we're done seeing Dre fucking around with the angel that's pretty much gonna die for being in the way so we're back at the Gambling House with the bois! Only to be met with-

Stolas threatening Amon once again (˃̣̣̥▽˂̣̣̥)

I swear Amon just doesn't leave him alone...Stolas only said it's been a while since he'd been there, and Amon is like "this isn't a place for children"

But yeah after their little banter Nabe starts feeling a bit bad for Bael having to deal with all this mess in the first place and Stolas has like 0 empathy being like "it's his fault for doing all the work and not using his capable subjects" Sigh. Bael proably only wants to bother them when it's needed and feels like as the regent majesty he should be doing most of the foot work.

But, regardless it's brought up again that this Gambling House is a place where many can enter for free, but no one ever leaves this place on their own. Beel was able to leave, so our bois figure they can do the same.

So much, that Amon fucking went in without Stolas or Nabe lol

So it looks like a casino on the inside. Pretty fancy and standard if I say so myself even though I've never been in one. I don't think I ever will because I give up way too easily on things like this win or loose haha.

But the way this place is described, it's huge...big as a mini city almost. It makes me think that maybe people just get lost in here and that's why you never leave. They have everything you could ask for in there. Pubs, souvenir shops, it was quiet, clean, no cigarette butts or empty bottles.

Stolas and Nabe even witnessed a devil drop a piece of paper and a small fist sized devil picked it up for him and whispered to him

Don't worry sir. There's no need to be concerned about trivial things like this. There's no need to care about them.

Focus on paying off your debts, win more money. Focus The devil was basically in a zombie like state too.

Right Nabe, it honestly reminds me of fucking Maromi from Paranoia Agent...

It isn't your fault.

Take a rest...Take a rest...

LOL (this is one of my fave series, but also one of the most mildly disturbing dark content)

Anyways

So Stolas and Nabe are going over how they think the building is a trick of a devil that can make a small area expand. Nabe looks over the area and the devils seem to be...in a hive mind?

That's how I took it anyway, all going in the same direction, all going to the same goal...

Then Amon shows up and calls them hobos lmao

Nabe isn't happy that Amon wandered off again, but he went to the souvenier shop and it turns out he won himself a Beel keychain (how cute) It's even one of those plush keychain things too.

Amon was calling the devils hobos because someone apparently hit the jack pot and they were all clamoring to see if they could borrow money from that said devil.

Nabe gets on to Amon for spending all his money on the keychain when he could have helped at the pub paying the bill. But Amon says it's worth it, I believe him. But the scummy thing about it is to even get the souvenier you have to gamble for it. That's how he lost all his money.

Nabe wanted to know the amount of money wasted and our fanboy ignores him like he didn't hear xD

So he blows it off and leaves him alone about it and Stolas admires that. Nabe simply states it's in the past and he can't do anything about it so why stress over it? (wish I had his mentality for most things like I'm tryingggg)

So Nabe and our other two bois decided to follow the crowd after feeling a bit uneasy about being at the Casino. Truly, it was only because Nabe felt like he had a bunch riding on the fact that he has 0 money...and this place was definitely made to exploit the common consumer.

But I believe in our bois.

So when they reached the front doors, that same little Maromi vibes devil is like :D ah you look so lucky and so are your companions, please good luck to you.

And the three are nervous as fuck lol

So, while they're trying to scope out the place, Amon keeps trying wander off and it's because he's trying to find the highest ranking dealer. Nabe says they'd be in the VIP room and Amon flashes out a golden ticket.

Stolas thought he stole it but he met the requirements after getting the Beel keychain. Nabe asks him once more how much he spent and Amon ignores that question again lmao

The small devils notice that he has the VIP ticket though and now they're riding on 3 red chairs being treated like royalty and now Nabe really wants to know how much he spent. I'm curious too lol

Oh see... Nabe is just jelly that he has the keychain xD I don't blame him it sounds like it's a really cute item.

He even curses himself for wanting it so badly because he's broke, poor thing.

SO here's the fucking VIP room and wow....like Amon you big spenda take me here on a date <3 (i'm joking because honestly it sounds like one could easily lose their money here) It even has like a mini bar, snacks, the works. A fucking chocolate fountain??? Yesss

So how it works in the VIP room for customers is they pick the games, it gets set up there.

Now....we introduce our lovely dealer that Beel handpicked himself.

They even mentioned when he came to visit the VIP room he played a game with her.

Uh huh....a 'game' alright.

So here's a decription of our miss dealer: alluring smile, a small mole next to her lips, clothes so tight they hug her figure

Yes Stolas, thanks for pointing out the obvious that your king is a pervert lmao

But hey he knows what he wants and Miss Dealer is it. She explains that she's going to play a simple game with them, right and then-

Her titties are tittying and it makes me think of how Beel likes it when ppl wear clothes that are too small/tight for them and I'm thinking it's for that effect.

But Miss Dealer does this so you're distracted by the titties. Classic.

But Amon is straight up like "Hey when do you get off work?"

For me I was like AYO WHAT

Nabe apparently was not amused by this, but hey it looks like she's contemplating the idea....

Another stopping point once again!!!

Take a bathroom break, refill on your snick snacks and meet me in the next post!! <3

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb event #whb beelzebub #whb stolas #whb naberius #whb amon #whb avisos bois 💚#game playthrus🖤#whb andrealphus #part two is done...time for three!#amon is cute here #dre is hot

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emmyrosee · 9 months

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What’s up homeslice. I’m here because I’m on a Haikyuu bender and I know you’ve got the sweet sweet hookup.

So hear me out… I am a taller individual(5’8 to be more precise). We see a lot of content out there for ladies of average or shorter stature(I love all you small people out there, don’t you dare think otherwise) so I beseech thee: nishinoya, yaku, hoshiumi, Kenma, atsumu, hell maybe even suna. Any of these wonderful gents just being absolutely infatuated with a tall(ish) s/o.

If you don’t wanna do it, no worries my dude, I can smell what yer steppin in and I respect it, no problemo. Love peace and bacon grease my homie ✌️

Oh HELL YEAH MATE!!!! 5’9 representative 🥳🥳 also I want to eat this prompt for breakfast how could I NOT take it the hell you think this is??

Also as always my pieces are in timeskip but the gifs give me some organization so don’t @ me

Listen. Nishinoya would be in straight denial that you’d have reciprocated feelings for him because like. You’re you, okay; he worships the ground you walk on, but now knowing that you truly are into it, it increases tenfold.

“This isn’t even cat walking. This is goddess walking. This is queen walking. Here-“ he drops to his knees to give the ground, be it on cement or hardwood at home, a quick playful dust with his hands, shaking his head and relishing in the laugh you let out. “How could I possibly let my queen walk on the filth left behind by me?”

“Truly,” you snicker, and you lean down to meet him halfway for a kiss, which he rises on his haunches to reciprocate. “But I like your mess.”

“I like you,” he mumbles against your lips.

Yaku. My underrated loml. There’s minimal I wouldn’t do for this man. He’s so good to you and confident in himself that flirting with you came easy- turns out that you flirting back was his weakness.

He’s a complete victim of the psychology okay, you’re already taller than him, you already rock your height and are proud of it that you two just click.

And he’s so protective of you, it drives you wild; he knows your comfortable in your height, you far need him for protection, but that’s not the point. If anyone dare say anything about his beautiful lady, be it in any way but respectful, he truly turns into an attack dog, letting you watch in satisfaction as he completely tears apart whoever look at you the wrong way.

There was an incident you had to patch him up after a fight. But the way dazed and adoring eyes looked up at you, smiling a bloody smile and re-splitting his lip that almost makes his rare altercations worth it.

HOSHIUMI!!!! IS!!!! A NEW LOVE OF MINE!!!! CAME OUTTA NOWHERE FOR REAL!!!

And I so love to think he put the moves on you first, just flirting and sending you playful vibes because he’s a short king who’s confident in his height, and god it has you completely whipped.

He’s always so quick to hype you up in very Nishinoya-fashion, and he’s so unapologetic about having you on his arm, that anytime you enter a room, he not only opens the door for you, he steps ahead and yells out a swift “EXCUSE ME EVERYONE! Out of the way, please! Queen coming through!”

The sheer volume does have people parting to let you both come in, your hand laced with his and proud smirk on his face.

There’s very seldom a time that his cheeks aren’t completely painted with stains of tinted lip balms or lipstick, and he wears them like a badge of honor as you bend down to give them.

Woof. Atsumu. What else can I say about my pretty, goofy, dumb blonde?

What else can I say about the way he completely melts when you wear his jerseys, because they fall just slightly against your hips and when you reach up, a sliver of your skin comes out?

What else can I say about the way his eyes never leave you for long, be it when you’re in two day old sweats, or gown he splurged god knows how much on just to see you wear it?

What else can I say about how you rest your head on his shoulders while in line at the market, and he takes selfish inhales of your scent?

God. GOD.

Marking him up with lipstick and glossy marks isn’t foreign, even getting so cocky he merely taps his cheek no matter where you are, for a show offy kiss just to flex your height to everyone watching.

Okay. You know what’s up. Kenma is the og. He’s the number one. I LOVE this man. And he LOVES hyping you up in possessive, hot ways. For eXAMPLE, there’s a picture of you on his Instagram where you’re dawned in heels in preparation for a banquet for his sponsorships, towering over him with your back facing the mirror in your stunning form, and he’s merely smirking back into the camera. It looks chic, it looks smooth, and the caption has his entire fandom in a tizzy: “mom and dad say sit.”

Sure enough, when the comments are filled with suggestive comments and tons of “SORRY MOMMY-“ you scold him for his cheeky post, but secretly love the attention.

One time, you posed as Lady Dimitrescu, towering high over him, and he as Ethan Winters and by the time you woke up the next morning, it quickly rose to his most popular post.

What can he say? He likes being walked like a dog.

*sneezes* Suna’s is a lil dirty so minors pls go away for this part on, but here’s a Suna gif to make up for it

But. BUT-

I just relish in the thought of him not making you lift a finger; treating you like royalty for simply existing.

It’s why he never says anything as he sees you dressing up for sponsor events, instead guiding you to sit down while he fetches the brand new heels that go with the brand new dress he spoils you with. He tugs the seam of his pants up slightly before getting down on one knee and grabbing your foot and slipping the shoe on for you. His hands are gentle, and his lips leave adoring kisses along your knees and calves, tongue laving over your nylon covered flesh feverishly.

It makes you sink your teeth into your lip and tighten your thighs in need.

“You are fucking breathtaking,” he pants, letting his bottom lip draw along the length of your shin.

“I know, baby,” you whisper, matching his tone dominantly.

“You never cease to amaze me; made by the fucking gods, truly.”

“Rintaro-“

“Worship every inch of skin on this body-“

“We’re going to be late,” you snicker, rising to your feet and getting accustomed to the added five inches. He doesn’t move, merely smiling up at you, and you can practically see the invisible tail wagging behind him.

“I could stare at you forever,” he rasps. “I’d pay a sponsor to move his charity event if it meant I could rip this dress off you right now, make you scream my name.”

You giggle easily as he does, finally, get up, looking up at you with a bite of his lip. “If you behave tonight,” you begin, and he lets his eyes glaze over you one more time.

“I’ll let you.”

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cramblm · 1 year

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Climbing out of my tumblr grave to post about the biggest project I’ve ever done in my life, and might as well talk a bit abt the future plans for this blog, since I don’t want to abandon it just yet! :p

I know its been a literal year, but as I said the last time I came outta my last hiatus, its mostly because I’m just not using tumblr as my main social media anymore. Its a lot more finnicky than instagram---my current main---considering the tag system works a lot better than the tumblr tags, at least imo.

Since that’s my recurring issue, I decided that I’ll try working with that crossposting instagram feature, that’ll post onto this app whenever I post on IG :D! That way I won’t have to fumble with posting separately ljdfldfj

Only difference between posting separately here and crossposting is that I’ll be nowhere near as active as I was back then, with posting my thoughts and memes. It’s a bit of a bummer, especially since hermitblr was my first experience w the community, but I got so many friends and mutuals on IG, and besides, I prefer using that app.

But yeah! Aughghhghdfjfjkd I missed you guys 🥺 ❤️ , I’m hoping to be more consistent here and not leave this blog dead for a whole straight year lmao.

Gonna go update my bio, aint no way im 13 now jkdfjk 🏃‍♀️

#3rd life smp #last life #last life smp #double life #double life smp #smajor1995 #grian #pearlescentmoon #life series

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starseneyes · 1 year

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Chenford REWIND - Lucy Chen / Tim Bradford - The Rookie - Season 2 Ep 14

"Casualties" AKA Who Let the Dog Out!?

This one came in as a request, and it's a great one. I can't believe I hadn't gotten to it, yet! There's some really beautiful stuff in here for both Tim and Lucy, even if nothing's quite romantic for Chenford at this phase of their relationship. We are inching toward friendship, and very nearly there, in my humble opinion.

SPOILER ALERT: If you're looking for a spoiler-free place, this ain't it. I do try to write these without using foreknowledge of what happens beyond the episode, but I absolutely spoil everything in it and reference everything that came before.

You're not turning back? Awesome. Let's dive in!

"Yeah, dogs are super helpful for trauma recovery."

Lucy has gone through her list of all the things that could help her work through her trauma. Before she even got back to work, she'd worked through more than most.

It's a very... logical way of working through. Fed by her mother's influence and her own studies, Lucy tried to talk herself through trauma. It was enough to get her cleared at work, but we all know it's still there. Trauma doesn't just go away because you go through enough exercises.

Trauma lives in the pit of your stomach, the center of your soul, the deep recesses of your mind. You can't dislodge it. But you can learn how to heal and live with it.

Lucy looking for a therapy dog and jumping straight in is a way outta left field decision. But, I think it's consistent with Lucy's personality, funny enough. She doesn't tend to hang back and wait for life to happen. If she wants something, she's confident enough to go after it.

You might be wondering why is it different with Tim? I mean, Season 2 era Lucy is nowhere near ready to jump Tim's bones. They're building their friendship, and finding their way.

This isn't "two people meet and hit it off". This is "two people meet and want to hit a wall".

Lucy and Tim don't start off as enemies, but they do start off with Tim in the role of antagonist. He's the source of a lot of Lucy's frustrations and struggles early in her career. And while Lucy is a good person who sees the good in people (even Tim), he's not to a point where he'd be open enough to trust her with all of it.

We're getting there. And this episode shows a lot of growth on that front. But the relationship that Tim and Lucy will build is so important. They battled one another and the world to build it. They fought each other and the fire. They had to come through hit after hit after hit together.

The armor Tim wears so loudly will eventually clatter and clang to the floor in Lucy's presence. We can see it coming. But Lucy won't be tearing it off of him. It'll fall as Tim releases it.

Lucy doesn't yet want Tim. So, she's not going after him. And if the day comes when she does want him, it'll be a completely different entry to a romantic relationship from any she's ever had before. At no stage in their relationship is this like anything Lucy's had before. And the same for Tim.

That's what makes it so damn special.

Lucy's not ready for Tim, and he sure as hell isn't ready for her. But, in the meantime, some not-thinking-it-through part of Lucy thinks she's ready for a puppy.

"Before I get started with the morning's business, I want to thank everyone, again, for all their hard work on the Rosalind Dyer case."

Tim's jaw clenches and he glances Lucy's way. He's not going to make a big show in Roll Call, but that's just enough for us to know he's thinking of Lucy.

"That was a... difficult time."

Lucy doesn't want the attention. Remember how she didn't want to be applauded when she came back the first day? She doesn't want the reminder. It's still really fresh, and she likes to think she's moved past it.

We all know that she is still working through, but Lucy wants to be "back to normal" with everything in her.

"Getting a dog is a big mistake." "I don't remember asking you." "Well, tough. It's my job to train you how to succeed. And adding a dependent is only going to distract you."

We've come a long way from Tim saying that scaring Rookies off was his job. He really wants Lucy to succeed. He wants her to do well. He knows how tough she is. He just has to help her fully get her bearings as a cop before she's on her own.

And while a dog technically falls into her personal life (which we do not discuss on-the-job *cough*bullshit*cough*), Tim feels the need to speak up.

"Just face it, you don't like dogs." "Wrong. I love dogs."

So why doesn't he have a dog? Did Isabel not like dogs? Is that why he's a guy who loves dogs, but doesn't have one?

This really bothers me! Like, Tim Bradford should get to have a dog! Talk about another human with some trauma who could really use some snuggles and huggles.

"I just think they're a lot of responsibility, and I'm not sure you're ready for it."

This—being a cop—is the thing she's taken most seriously in her life, right? So, Tim might not be far off. Then again, nobody asked you, suckaah!

Yes, I'm being immature. But, wow, was that statement condescending from Tim.

"But you were when you were my age?" "At your age I'd done two tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, the second in charge of a squad of 10 soldiers." "Show off." "What was that?" "Hm?"

I kinda love her slipping that in, but I also hurt for both of them in this scene. One of those classic, "We don't know each other well enough to know why this hurts" situations.

Lucy is insecure about how long it's taken her to find a path. She thinks Tim is showing off, but he ran to the military to take him away from his father. He dove headlong into his work because he thought it would give him the worth he lacked.

So, neither of them is trying to injure the other. But Lucy feels judged, while Tim's past was never about earning accolades and success. It was about feeling worthy as a human being.

Wow, these two have a lot to unpack in the future.

"I'll be right there." "Right where." "My apartment." "Not unless it's a crime scene."

But. They. Go. Like, I know it's there for comedic detail that we have the POV of the door opening to view the carnage for ourselves. But, there had to have been a conversation between Tim and Lucy where she wore him down enough that they went to her apartment.

Tim could have stuck to his "No", but he didn't. Because he already sees Lucy differently, and he's already making exceptions for her. Now, he can rationalize them away, but she has a special place in his heart.

No, it's not romantic. Tim's not about to make love to her on the wreckage of her couch. But they are quickly becoming friends, and have a special soul-level bond that's developed.

"Sit." "How did you do that?" "Come on."

Tim's "Come on" had me cracking up. I can only think of hearing it one other time in early Season 5. But, I love the confidence that goes along with it.

Tim doesn't believe in himself as a man. He doesn't see his worth as a human. But as a soldier? As a cop? As a TO? That makes sense to him. It's tangible, as he would say.

"This is Jackson's Varsity Jacket. He's gonna be so upset." "I don't really have to say anything, do I?"

Tim. Takes. The. Picture. It's the weirdest love language—taking awkward photos of one another—but it's one they share. And I love that for them.

She doesn't even protest the photo. She knows it's coming.

"Mitch?" "Sarge." "Sarge?"

And this is why we had to remind ourselves about Tim's background at the top of the episode. So this story-line would make sense, and we wouldn't waste time in this scene explaining it. The impact hits harder that way.

Another thing that strikes me is that he and Mitch haven't seen each other in probably a decade. But he remembers his name. I'm terrible with names, myself, so I'm impressed by Tim's memory.

"He doesn't seem to like you very much."

Who does? And I say that with a lot of love, but Tim Bradford's not the cuddly type. Most people don't like Tim.

And, honestly, I didn't notice anything particular out of the ordinary with this one. But, perhaps Lucy expected a better relationship between Tim and his old squad. Tim, however, is ready for hostility.

"I'm the reason he lost his leg."

He blames himself. The same way he blames himself for Caleb. He's "what if-ing" through life, thinking that if he'd just veered left instead of right, it would have been okay. Or it could have been so much worse.

I once watched a fender bender happen in real time about 200 feet away. I briefly got caught up in the backup and was annoyed. I thought, "If only I'd been one minute ahead of schedule, we would have been past this."

Then I realized, if I'd been 30 seconds earlier that could have been me. So, yeah, I could what-if in one direction or the other. But it truly wasn't about me. Other factors were involved.

Tim didn't take Mitch's leg. But, Tim sees every failing as a personal one. It's part of the trauma he still carries.

Also to note, Tim doesn't have to tell her why. But he does. And I think it's because he feels that he failed her once, too. He feels like he almost owes it to her to tell her.

"So that's it. We walk away." "If we're smart." "That's... not a yes."

First off, I love this group. Two Rookies. Two TOs. Tim and Nyla could tell the other two to cut out now, but they don't. These two have proven themselves a number of times. So, though they have more to learn and further to go, they're a part of this.

Also, Nyla's crafty, and I always appreciate that. Her character has a little bit of an edge because of all she's survived. She has her own traumas, but watching her mind work... you can feel she's going places.

"You remember the personal questions they ask you for clearance, right?" "Yeah." *realization* "Maybe you should all... step outside." "Not a chance." "I think you shou-"

Oh, Timmy. In the words of my generation, you're boned.

"Bethesda. Left clavicle. Uh, Lady Marmalade."

He can't look at them, but Lucy is loving that one. Imagine Tim Bradford at the club. It could be the 70's version, but I'm betting it's not, and I'm betting that Lucy's imagining Tim Bradford dancing and having a giggle.

He's actually not a bad dancer, Lucy. Future Rachel knows this, and hopes you will, one day, too.

As for this questions... Guessing Mom was born in Bethesda. First bone he ever broke was Left Clavicle (ouch) and Lady Marmalade is his favorite song. We can roll with that, right?

"Tarantulas. Uh, yeah, it's Xanadu." "Xanadu?"

Afraid of Tarantulas (possibly a childhood fear). And since we know his favorite movie isn't Xanadu based on Season 5 (unless he has two favorites), I'm going to go with the first movie he saw in theaters, maybe?

Yes, if we're saying Tim was born roughly 1980 he was born the year it came out, but I've seen enough infants in the theater in my lifetime of watching movies. Also, 80's babies represent.

And, yes, I know Eric Winter's really a 70's baby. But, I know little-to-nothing about the actor (save the fact that he's mad talented and seems nice), and Tim and I could go get a drink and be sarcastic together.

The Weak Link

Did anyone else wonder how that obviously off-camera conversation went? None of them were surprised that Nolan got the visit.

Like, Nyla or Tim really said, "Nolan, you're the weak link" and he had to say, "Why me!?" Too much of a comedic scene for the tone of this episode, but it had me rolling thinking about it.

"We can follow him wherever he goes." "Great. Let's hit the road." "No, this is a two-person job. Harper and I got it from here." "Uh, screw that. You go. We go."

Cute. Real cute, Tim. But there's no way you're cutting Lucy Chen out of this mission.

"That's admirable, really. But if this thing goes sideways, we could face demotion, suspension, even jail." "I've got a golden ticket. Bradford has an unblemished record. Odds are we can weather the storm. Rookies are at-will employees. They don't even need a reason to fire you."

This is for us. The audience. They're reminding us what's at stake if Lucy and Nolan get involved. It helps add to the drama, yes, but getting that exposition in gracefully is always a task, and I think it's handled well here.

"Okay, well, with all due respect, I've been buried alive by a serial killer. This rabbit hole does not scare me."

Fuck. Yeah. Lucy's not afraid of what's to come. She's been through more than most and came out the other side bruised and battered, but still wholly her. I feel like Tim lost a lot of himself in his trauma. Lucy didn't.

We all react to trauma differently. We all process it differently. And while it's still super fresh for Lucy, she's working through it her way.

And she knows Nyla's the one she needs to convince. Tim has a soft spot for Lucy where this is concerned. Whether Lucy consciously notices it, we're unsure at this point. But it's there and I think a part of her knows it.

Nyla doesn't have as much give for Lucy. She's all about Lucy facing it. And Lucy's telling Nyla right now that she's ready to face this. Whatever happens.

"Why are you the reason Mitch lost his leg?" "'Cause I let him slide on something. It doesn't matter what, just that I cut him a break when I shouldn't have, and because I did he went back out on patrol, got blown up."

Tim tortures himself, picking up where his father left off. Yes, this is a little bit of Future Knowledge leaking into the review, but I don't think that's too much to give away. Tim grew up in a hostile environment with emotional, physical, and psychological abuse.

His brain was trained to see himself a certain way from birth. He was tormented for his lack of perfection, for his lack of manhood, for his inability to ever. get. it. right.

It didn't matter how hard Tim tried. He could have been perfect, and it still wouldn't have been enough to earn his father's love. Because that's how it was always framed... love had to be earned. It wasn't given freely.

And like so many of us who grew up in darkness, Tim tries to extend better to those around him. What little light Tim has, he gives away. But he can't extend that same courtesy to himself.

So, when he sees an imperfection or failing—even if it's only perceived and not actual—he can't forgive himself.

It's the same with Lucy... with hoe he failed her by putting her in Caleb's path. Now, you and I know that's not what happened. But Tim believes it. He believes he's the reason Lucy suffered so.

"If only I'd..." Oh, Tim. I've been there a million times. Some things you couldn't change. And you can't spend your life beating yourself up about things that were obviously out of your control. You don't have to be perfect. It's not all on you.

But he's been trained that it is... that it's his fault. That it's his failings. That he missed the mark... and because of that, bad things happen.

"That is the most Tim Bradford thing I've ever heard. You showed humanity. There's nothing to feel guilty about." "Rules matter, Boot."

Throwing in that "Boot" to put distance between them, again. He does that when Lucy's getting too close... reminds her of her place.

He's still trying to pretend they aren't becoming friends, that his supposedly impenetrable walls of separation between professional and personal haven't started to warble in her presence.

"Then what the hell are you doing out here?" "Some things matter more."

Ohhh, this line. Yes, he's thinking of Mitch, here. But he's also thinking of Lucy. And every other time he stepped outside of the lines for someone who truly mattered.

She doesn't know what he did for her. Tim never reported it, and Jackson sure as hell said nothing. Tim threatened a guy and smashed his head against the steering wheel. It was a piece of himself that he gave that she knows nothing about.

But Tim remembers. He remembers how he felt when he knew he had failed Lucy. Now, he feels like he failed Mitch once, and he's not going to do it, again.

Some thing matter more, Lucy. You matter more. And you don't even know it, yet.

"Bradford. Chen. Let's go." "Hang on. First lesson in black ops, make sure the lights don't come on when you open the door."

He's actually teaching her and not working it into a crazy test. Not the time to let her fail, right Bradford?

"I actually liked Kojo. Did he go to a good home?" "Yeah. He did."

"Home." Kojo went to a home. And I can't help but get a little choked up thinking that Lucy believes Tim Bradford can provide that pupper a home. Not just a house or a place but somewhere where Kojo will feel safe... and loved.

Yes, Lucy, Tim is capable of all of that. And you already know it. Someday, someday, you might be ready to have that with Tim Bradford. But all the way back mid-season 2, you already knew it.

Part of me wishes we could have heard the conversation that led to Tim taking Kojo. Yes, I know it would have ruined the reveal. But, I wonder which of them suggested it, and which of them went along with it.

This is also another connection point between Tim and Lucy—this dog. They have lots of heartbreaking moments nobody knows but them. They have the moonstone ring. But now they have this ball of life in an energetic pupper who just needs a little structure and love.

Bit by bit, Lucy and Tim are drawing closer to one another, the threads of their stories crossing more and more until they weave into one another's seamlessly down the line... at least, I hope.

Tim Helps Mitch

The last time Tim saw Mitch, he thought he was going to be okay. He had a job lined up. He had good things coming. Finding out Mitch had a hard run of life was tough on Tim. It brought everything back up to the surface.

Now that he knows Mitch is in need, he has to do something to help.

This is the legacy of Tim and Lucy… all the little things they do to help each other and others. Both of them have a natural inclination to do more than talk—they show the people in their lives that they matter. "Some thing matter more", right?

So, Tim helps Mitch.

"Look, it's not a handout, alright? It's a job and a roof over your head." "Thanks." "You're welcome."

Tim has a lot of bull-headed guys in his life (gee, I wonder why), so he knows what to say to help Mitch be receptive to this offering.

Also, I love how secure Tim is with hugs. He's a good hugger.

"It's not your fault, you know? You know, what happened to me? It's nobody's fault."

He. Needs. To. Hear. This. Tim might be tough on others, but he's even tougher on himself. He doesn't know how to give himself forgiveness. He doesn't know how to give himself grace. He doesn't know how to believe there's good in him beyond what he can offer in his profession.

Tim, you'll get there, someday. Those pieces of you will start to heal. You won't erase your trauma, no, but you'll smile, again. Even though right now you're trying not to cry.

"Not a word.

This had me rolling. Like Lucy, Kojo is quickly in tune with Tim's emotions. And while one of his first conversations with Lucy was about how she wouldn't "say anything" about Isabel, he's now felling Kojo to keep his trap shut, too. And that's strangely perfectly appropriate for the dog they now share.

This episode is one that I really love because it starts to break down the Rookie vs TO barriers. All 5 of them were in on this together. They had to face the consequences together.

Are there still going to be issues? Yes. Still barriers? Yes. But we're at a point where we're laying the foundation for where we'll get in future seasons.

As for Tim and Lucy? They're on their way. Season 2 is about the two of them really becoming friends and solidifying their significance in one another's lives. We know that even after she finishes out her Rookie year, they'll be in each other's lives.

As always, thank you for reading! And thanks for the request. See you on the next!

#Chenford #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #Lucy x Tim #Tim x Lucy #The Rookie #Meta

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Cautious Ch 6

Warnings: Language.

A few days later Amanda was in Olivia’s office, going over some evidence for a case she’d caught, she was quick to catch on to the way Olivia seemed to only be half paying attention as she wrapped up the professional side of things, shifting over to a personal conversation.

“Liv, you okay?”

“Hmm?” The other woman replied, glancing up at the detective.

“You just seem…a little…out of it recently? Everything okay?” Olivia gave a soft laugh at that, running a hand over her face with a deep sigh, knowing she could trust Amanda.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” She hummed, trying to figure out the right way to word it, “I just—have you ever ended up having feelings for someone that you probably shouldn’t act on?” Amanda snorted at the comment,

“Liv, please, it’s me…I’ve probably fucked someone’s husband. I mean, how proper is it for me to have slept with my sponsor?” The older woman gave a laugh at that,

“Not exactly ideal…” She gave another sigh, leaning her arms against her desk, “I didn’t realize it was even happening, I thought it came out of nowhere at first but now that I look back, it started so slowly and so innocently I had no idea, and now…I’m so far deep…”

“You don’t know how to get out.” Amanda finished for her.

“Exactly.”

“Well what makes you think you shouldn’t act on them?” Olivia shot her a look,

“I just shouldn’t.”

“Ya know….you’ve been spending a lot of time with Baker recently….is it because she’s straight or because she’s part of the squad?” Amanda smirked, using the knowledge of your case to assume you only liked men. Olivia gave her a hardened glare, hating that she’d been able to figure it out so quickly.

“She’s not straight…”

“Oh?”

“Nothing happened!” Liv quickly defended, “It just came up last week…there was a…moment, I guess. Normally I would’ve acted on it but all things considered it felt…not ideal.”

“Why not just talk to her about it? I mean, you’re both adults, screw what 1PP has to say about the matter, love is love, right? You taught me that. Just because you’re her Captain doesn’t mean you have to stay away from each other. It’s not exactly like you’re one to play favourites, you’ve always treated everyone with the same attitude and regulations no matter what your relationship with them was.”

“Yeah, but I doubt 1PP would be okay with a Captain dating a detective in their unit, no matter the circumstances and I don’t want to lose her, she’s too good of a fit in this unit.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll figure things out, at least start by talking to her, see how she feels about the whole thing before you stress yourself out about losing another detective.”

“Thanks Amanda.” Liv cast her a small smile, “Hey, could you—“ Rollins was quick to cut her off,

“I won’t say anything, promise.” The blonde shot her a smile, moving to leave the office, knowing she had much more work to do.

Meanwhile, you and Fin had been sitting on a suspect, stationed outside his Brownstone entirely bored with your lives since there had been no movement whatsoever. He traipsed back to the car with fresh coffee and some snacks for the two of you, you barely even registered him returning, too deep in a daydream. He chuckled lightly, giving you a nudge with his elbow, causing you to jump slightly,

“Who ya thinkin’ about?”

“What?” You shot him a look of confusion,

“Normally I’d say you were thinking about the case, but that dreamy look in your eyes says otherwise…” You blushed at that, “C’mon, we’re stuck here all day the least you can do is indulge me in some gossip.” Sighing, you took a cautious sip of the coffee, letting it warm your body before you spoke.

“I’ve got a stupid crush on someone I can’t have.”

“Oh c’mon, there’s not a dude out there who’s outta your league.”

“Yeah but there’s plenty of girls…” You fiddled with the lid of your coffee cup to distract yourself, “Not like being out of my league is the problem anyway.”

“Well what’s the problem?”

“We just…shouldn’t…I was at her place over the weekend and we had a…moment, I did everything I could to hold back from kissing her. Everything felt right, like it was the moment, ya know?” When you glanced up you caught the smirk on his face.

“You were at Liv’s place last weekend…”

“Fuck, this is why I don’t like having these conversations with detectives.” You rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“Hey, Liv’s only a stickler for the rules cause she doesn’t want the brass coming down on her for a stupid mistake one of us made. Before she got promoted it was her and her partner getting called into the Captain’s office on a weekly basis.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You hummed over another sip of coffee, attempting to process your thoughts.

“You’re a sergeant, would you ever date someone in your squad?”

“You askin’ me out?” He teased. You shoved at his shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“You know that’s not what I mean!”

“I’m over the whole dating thing by now, but you know me, I do whatever I want.” You snorted at the truth to his statement, “I say go for it, these past few days Liv’s been looking at you with the same face she gives a fresh cup of coffee during an overnight shift. It’s not like she’s one to give special treatment.”

“I dunno…I just…am hesitant…”

“You’ll figure it out, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders.”

“Thanks Fin.”

#olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #law and order svu #cautious #svu #law and order #law and order special victims unit

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Sorry if this is outta nowhere, but in a desperate attempt to find people on here to relate to, I found a post of yours on an old, I assume abandoned, blog, about being a mexican trans guy/transmasc, and man. I felt that deeply. I'm also a mexican trans guy :) and I've been dying to find other mexican trans guys to like share these feelings like how you were talking in that post: losing your very large family bc you're trans, fearing they'd be straight up transphobic or just weird. I'm also not close with my extended family, and seldom visit mexico, but it's still a fear of mine, yknow? Being cut off because I wanna just be me. I'm not out yet to anyone, but these are the thoughts I have as part of why I'm so hesitant to transition and tell my family. But anyways yeah, I'm glad I found your post. I feel better knowing I'm not alone in those feelings. I wish you well, buddy :)

hey this ask was to be honest kind of weird to get (not in a bad way at all) because im not very active on tumblr and i purposefully avoid bringing attention to myself... but this ask also kind of means a lot to me.

i'd have to go back and find the post youre referencing cuz i dont remember how long ago i made it (was it on an older blog that links to this newer one?) but i completely understand (and have gone through) your desperation to find people like you. forgive me if this gets too rambley. i have a lot of thoughts on this.

even though trans people are everywhere online bc of the safety of being open online, it still feels extremely hard to find anything about a specific culture or not about white trans people. i kind of went crazy over it earlier in my transition. there is no advice or specific writings about how to come out to specifically latin american (MORE specifically mexican catholic) families and get them to understand you.

what happened to me was really weird and i'm not sure how common it is... i came out to my mom who is tolerant but early on said she doesnt approve. she said she would talk to my dad about it but he has never talked to me about being trans, and my parents never bring it up ever. its like a huge elephant in the room. it makes my plans of getting top surgery asap quite complicated (i came out at 23 yrs old and my mom said im too young for surgery)

online stuff related to nonwhite ftms is already quite rare, and even moreso when you look up stuff for specific groups like black, latine, asian, etc trans guys. theres a subreddit for trans men of color that i always forget the exact name of (its r/tmpoc had to look it up lol) and it is a nice read but its not as active as i wish. these frustrations of mine are compounded by the fact that although i am fluent in spanish, i'm much slower at reading it than with english so i have no ties to any online spanish speaking communities, nor do i know how to seek those communities out.

theres so much more i wish i had transition-related advice for, even for sillier smaller worries that I have. i think this is a weird time to be trans, theres a lot more visibility than people like us had in decades past, but theres still a lot of unknown territory and a lot of fear nowadays. because its hard to find stuff for your particular experience, sometimes you feel you could/should take up some kind of mantle as a spokesperson to help others like you... theres a lot of misinfo ive seen online about transition but i'm way too reclusive and private to put myself out there.

idk if youll end up reading this anon (does tumblr even notify you of anon asks being answered lol?) but either way i hope you end up finding more people like you, and i hope you can find even a little bit of community. and of course thank you for the kind words :)

#if i was on desktop i probably couldve drafted something better and more cohesive but eh #txt #asks #anonymous

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heartstopper 2x05-08 (yeah i decided to finish watching it tonight)

heartstopper 2x05

uhhh so nick and charlie just ran off from the louvre without telling the teachers? hahahahahaaha

darcy!!! grrrrr

as much as i don't care for tao and elle's storyline, it was nice when they finally (? i can't remember if they kissed before this) fucking kissed

ben continues to be annoying

not much to say, really

onwarddddd

heartstopper 2x06

sooo the teacher thing is kinda awkward bc like... just... offering to share a single bed like sorta outta nowhere? skjfngkfjg okay well whatever

yay nick finally said it/came out

darcyyyy <3

why the hell was ben at the party and why was he let in when harry wasn't, i thought everyone hated him, and it's not like he seemed to have any friends at the party anyway, he was just standing around and then he made a fuss in the truth or dare game

truth or dare btw when it involves peer pressure like that sucks

i like tao and elle a lot better now that they're together. they're really cute. esp when they kicked charlie out of the toilet even though he needed to pee lol

i know i said the teacher thing was a bit weird but i meant, more like how it seems to be beginning... you'd think two adults who work together would do it a bit more carefully in case it goes pear-shaped?? also i kinda like mr farouk when he hasn't got a stick up his arse lol, and ajayi is fine ofc

aaah nearly forgot to mention: nick's dad is a fucking dickkkk. absent fathers make me so mad

kinda feeling for isaac here. i also don't like kissing people, it's gross, and people put suchhh importance on kissing... is it meant to feel good or...? all it is is just saliva-ey and wet and gross and sometimes you can even smell the saliva which is ew

heartstopper 2x07

okay before i forget to say it, omg why didn't charlie block ben ages ago on insta

i had already seen charlie's speech to ben on tumblr a few days ago so it didn't get me as pumped (it was very good though) but

NICK'S speech at the dinner table SKSJDNFKNGKFJGN THAT got me pumped (for two broad reasons: 1. yeah why care/who gives a fuck when your dad doesn't give a fuck about you, 2. re your dad seeing you twice a year or some shit like that... so i have an aunt who lives in one country, and her husband lives in the neighbouring country, and they probably only see each other like twice a year, and they're not divorced, and like, what the FUCK are you guys doing; my mum told me she used to (or still does) get really sad about it, so, you know, that thing with nick and his dad really hit hard, even though it's not affecting me personally; i'm just so mad at that dickhead uncle)

also i love tori so much, i so wanted her to stab her fork straight down on david's arm instead of just using her fingers. and then i wanted her to play some major prank on david when she was in the bathroom, like how matilda changed her dad's ... hair product thing into bleach

darcy aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah (yeah my mum makes a fuss if i wanna wear a suit too :( ) (she looks gorgeous in a suit btw)

isaac is really going through it huh... like, the bit at the mall/shopping area

(btw so... the UK has sixth form-specific schools? heccc)

heartstopper 2x08

that last scene with nick and charlie!! jdkjgnfkjgkjk

and tara and darcy!!! i felt sorry for tara when she was at the prom but then you also know that darcy's going through some serious shit and... yeah. her home life is awful!! where did she go that night after the prom? i hope tara's parents let her stay over foreverrrr

is tori aroace as well? if we is... could we just have an ace person in s3 if there's an s3...

i detecttt imogen/sahar lol

#heartstopper #heartstopper spoilers #ramble.txt

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Caught in a Rock ‘n Roll Fantasy

"Caught in a Rock 'n Roll Fantasy," a Mega Man fan fiction story. Co-written by AI Dungeon (Griffin AI)

After a really bad day, Roll finds an unexpected amount of comfort in the form of her twin brother.

Word count: 4,976 – Character count: 28,654 Drafted: March 8th, 2021 –

Sometimes, these things just come outta nowhere. This story, for example, came from an experiment I was running with AI Dungeon where I let the AI play my fox boy and I played the role of Roll. It… turned out bad. But, it also turned this out! Go figure, huh?

Happy "Roll Day", everyone!

Roll, Thomas Right/Light, Rock, and "Mega Man/Rockman" series and related characters and concepts created by Akira Kitamura and © Capcom Co, Ltd.

On a random day like any other, the cheerful robot girl, Roll, decided to go visit a friend of hers. They'd been friends for a short while, and she had the sneaking suspicion that he liked her as more than just a friend… She never pressed the matter, though. She figured that if he wanted to confess, he would. Until then, they'd continue playing video games and having fun, just like always! Well, on this particular day, something in their relationship did change… and not for the better. Her friend, whom she'd grown quite fond of, told her something that made her hydraulic fluid run cold and practically caused her little, robotic heart to stop in its tracks!

"I've had enough of you."

After hearing those words from someone she genuinely cared for, Roll went into a panic! Her eyes overflowed with tears as she tried to get him to explain what he meant, and eventually, she grew angry and ran away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she'd even heard him say "good riddance" as she slammed his apartment door…

Humiliated, confused, angry, and heartbroken, Roll took the bus home to the Right compound, walked straight past the good doctor – who was busy repairing a vent cover, anyway – and headed into her room, locking the door. There, she slid down onto the floor and had a long, hard cry… When Roll was done crying, she started to consider the possibilities. She had been urging him to cuddle, that day, but that was mostly for his enjoyment. He did seem especially tired, too, so maybe she'd woken him up? Was it something to do with the movie they were watching? Was he just secretly sick of her and decided to finally say something? She had absolutely no idea, and she was pretty sure she never would. He'd made it pretty clear he didn't want to see her, ever again…

Roll stared at herself in the mirror. Her green eyes were cracked and red from crying so much – something she didn't know could happen – and her synthetic skin seemed less radiant than normal. Just as she started to let her mind wander, again… she heard a knock on her door. "Who is it?" she called, trying to sound less sad than she was. "It's me, Roll!" called a young, male voice. The girl perked, going wide-eyed. She recognized that voice. "Dr. Right said you were back!" the voice continued. "Can I come in?" She blushed a little and quickly rubbed her cheeks and eyes, trying to hide any evidence that she'd been crying. The owner of the voice was the absolute last person she wanted seeing her like that! After cleaning herself up and unlocking the door, she exclaimed, "Y-yeah, come in!" And so, the not-so-mysterious voice did just that…

The door opened slowly, and Roll saw exactly who she was expecting to see: a young boy about her age. He had short, brown hair… warm, blue eyes… and a very energetic personality! That day, he'd decided to wear a white T-shirt with blue sleeves, brown cargo shorts, and yellow sneakers. She always liked that outfit. Of course… she liked a lot of things about her twin brother, Rock…

He gave a big grin and walked up to her. Luckily for her, he hadn't noticed how upset she'd been. "Welcome home, Roll!" The girl went wide-eyed, freezing and blushing. She was used to him greeting her, but what she hadn't expected was the big hug that came with it! "R-Rock…?" "Yeah?" he asked, oblivious to her tenseness. It wasn't as though the hug was unwelcome. Honestly, she needed a good hug, after what she'd been through. It was just… she was usually the one hugging him. "I… um…" She bit her lower lip… then she did something stupid. "I missed you…" She melted into the hug, giving him a great big one of her own. "Aww… I missed you, too, Roll!" Rock tightened his embrace, slightly, and she did the same. When he let go and tried to step back, he noticed she wasn't letting go. The second time he tried, though, she finally let him. That garnered an odd look, but he was quick to go back to smiling.

"How was your day?" he happily asked, seemingly unfazed by her behavior. Roll sniffled and rubbed her nose, causing the boy to chuckle. She wasn't sure if she was still blushing, but… she didn't care. She needed to see Rock's cute face and warm smile after the day she'd had… "I've been… okay," she lied with a convincing smile. "How was your trip to England?" Rock shrugged and grinned, almost like a trip to England was no big deal. "It was okaaay…" he told her. "I sort of wish you were there, though!" The girl laughed and started blushing, again. Rock was usually pretty nice to her, but hearing that he wished she was there made her feel especially good. "All the people are sooo nice, but they were hard to understand!" he continued. "I went to a museum, but I couldn't tell you about any of the stuff I saw, because they talked so fast! I think you would've liked it, though! It was cool!" Roll's laugh turned into a soft giggle. He sure was doing a good job of making her feel wanted. She appreciated that, so much… As she watched him, though, she noticed something. "Did… you do something with your hair?"

She reached over, gently running a hand through his short, brown locks. They looked a little different than normal… "Yeah…" he said, softly ducking his head and leaning into the "petting." "I wanted to try something different. Do… do you like it?" Her eyes widened as her blush returned. He didn't usually put her on the spot, like that… "I think you look handsome!" she said without a thought. A second later, she gasped and covered her mouth. "Ah– I-I mean…!" Thankfully, he didn't even bat an eye. "Thanks!" he said with a big grin, finally ducking out of her reach. "All the English girls liked my hair, too!" Roll's face fell as she heard that. Luckily, he didn't seem to notice. Or… did he? She blinked as, not a second after, he stepped back and got a serious look.

"Hey, do you want to hang out today?" he asked, completely throwing her. After a slight squeak, Roll coughed and cleared her throat. "I… yeah!" she happily told him. "I'd love to!" "Great!" he responded with a huge grin. "So, what do you wanna do?" Her face brightened, again, and she had to stop herself from asking if he wanted to cuddle. She wasn't sure why that thought even crossed her mind… "W-well," she started after shaking her head, "what do you wanna do, Rock?" His smile grew and he shrugged. "I don't know… You decide?" After a short pause, he looked at her expectantly, still grinning from-ear-to-ear. "I…" It was starting to get to her.

"Q-quit staring at me, like that!" Roll half-shouted in an angry, flustered tone. Rock flinched back, staring as the girl clenched her eyes and blushed at him. "I was just asking you what you wanted to do?" he said slowly as he tried his best to keep his cool. Her blush only brightened as she hid her face and shook her head like crazy. "I know– I knooow," she whimpered through her hands, "I'm sorry! I just…" The girl peeked through her fingers… only to look away. G-gosh, he's cute, she thought to herself. I keep forgetting how cute he is…! She bit her lip nervously. "I… I don't really have anything planned," is what she ended up telling him, much to her regret. When he frowned and looked away, she looked at him a little closer. What was going through that brunette's head?

"Well, I… might have an idea?" he admitted sheepishly. "Y… you do?" Roll pulled her hands away from her face and slowly calmed, her embarrassment replaced by curiosity. "What is it?" she asked with great interest. "You'll laugh," he said with an almost shy sort of smile. "Never," was her serious response. "Well… I was thinking about how… I mean… There's something I…" The girl swallowed, her mind playing tricks on her. He couldn't have possibly been hinting at what she thought he was… "What is it, Rock?" she asked, her voice full of caution… and optimism. "Umm…" He rubbed his fingertips together, looking down at the carpet. "Would you… maybe… um… wanna… hug, s'more?" He immediately looked away, his face full of guilt. He thought he'd said something really stupid. However… "Really?" Roll's voice filled with excitement and her face warmed, again. "Y… yeah, really," he replied, his own face beginning to glow. "Heeey, wait a minute…" Rock jerked back, blinking as Roll gave him an intense, scanning sort of glare. "Is this another one of your dumb 'boy pranks'?" She put her hands on her hips, leaning in. Rock gulped and leaned back, in response. "'cause, if it is…" "No, no! It's not!" he cried, waving his hands. "I-I just…" Suddenly, he stepped back and brought his hands together in an apologetic gesture. "I-i-it was a dumb idea and I'm sorry for suggesting it! P-please, don't be mad!" She narrowed her eyes, as if not believing him… But, then… "It wasn't a dumb idea." She leaned back and smiled. "If you want more hugs," she said, trying to be as casual as possible, "then we can hug." Rock's head whipped up in surprise. When he saw the friendly look Roll was giving him, he started to smile. "So… so, do you?" he asked with excitement. "Only if you want to!" As she held her hand out for him, she began to blush, again. "Wanna… sit on the bed with me?" "Yeah, um, sure!" Rock said nervously as he took her hand. The two then made their way over to Roll's bed and sat down, together.

Things quickly grew tense as the two twins sat side-by-side, neither looking the other's way. They both seemed so anxious about things… It didn't help that Roll was still holding his hand while she two idled. Neither of them seemed like they were going to back out… but neither of them seemed willing to take the next step, either.

"S… so… um…" Roll looked down at his hand in her own. She never really noticed how similar his were to hers… "How… how should we do this?" She expectantly looked at her brother, hoping for some answers. "Erm… I dunno!" he asked, taken off guard. Her face turned red and she looked down at their intertwined hands, again. "Do… do you want me to hug you, first? Or…?" she asked, genuinely unsure of what to do. They never had any problems hugging, before… but things seemed different, then. This was the first time either of them had suggested just… randomly hugging. "Oh, um, o-okay!" Rock said nervously. "Y… yeah?" Roll asked, looking for confirmation. She slowly lifted her face to his. He was scratching the back of his head with his free hand. His face was also as red as hers felt… "Yeah…?" he replied, staring into her eyes. "I… O-okay!"

The blond girl's artificial heart was racing as she released her brother's hand. She brought one leg up onto the bed so she could get as close as possible, then she reached up, gently coaxing him forward and into her waiting arms. As their faces drew closer… "H… hey!" Rock yelped, struggling to get out of her grasp! "W-what, what…?!" Roll immediately let go and leaned back, startled by his sudden protest. "Wh-what did I do wrong?" she asked, confused and upset. The girl held her hands over her heart, watching her brother's face. He seemed… angry? "You…!" "R-Rock…?" "I…" The two siblings stared at each other, their faces flushing as they blushed in embarrassment. "I…" Then… they said nothing, looking away to avoid eye contact.

"I… th-this is really weird, huh…?" Roll looked over, perking. Rock had finally broken the silence.

"Yeah…" she said with a shaky sort of laugh. "Wh-who knew hugging could be this hard?" They were silent for a moment more. Then, they looked back up at each other. "I…" Rock began… only to look away. "You… you're my sister." Roll looked to the side, suddenly feeling guilty… "I… I know that…" she replied with a sad sort of smile. She got the feeling he knew what was going on… and it was making her feel weird. "You're my…" "Sister," she finished with a little impatience. "You're my s-sister," Rock said for a third time. I-if you don't wanna hug your sister, then just say so! she angrily thought. "I… don't know why I…" He swallowed hard. "I… I like you so m-much."

All-at-once, Roll's face lit up like a holiday decoration. Her heart skipped a beat and her stomach filled with butterflies. He… likes me? She opened her mouth to try and ask him… but nothing came out. So, instead… "Huh?" She took his hands into hers, again. "What are you doing, Roll?" the boy dumbly asked as she brought their hands up. She smiled her softest, sweetest smile as she slid her fingers in between his and squeezed his hands. "You… like me?" she finally asked, almost sounding like she was teasing. He couldn't help but nod. "I… I l-like you, too…" He awkwardly laughed in reply as her cheeks flushed with redness. She couldn't help but giggle at his shyness. "I've liked you for a long-long time, Rock," she quietly confessed, squeezing his hands a little tighter and looking right into his pretty, blue eyes. "You're so brave when you fight Dr. Wily, and you're so much fun to be around! You never judge anyone and you always try to bring out the best in everyone! You're just so… so… amazing!" She broke eye contact before whispering… "It's hard not to like you like I do…" As she looked at him, the two shared a smile. "I've been so scared to tell you, Rock… I…" She bit her lower lip, pausing. "You really… like me, though?" was the next thing to pass those trembling lips of hers. He nodded, smiling. "I really like you too, Rock," she whispered, not caring if she was repeating herself. Rock felt his heart flutter as she placed their joined hands on his chest. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but he had a feeling she had more to say. "You make me feel special… Like… like it doesn't matter that you're this cool superhero and I'm just a little housekeeping robot. You make me feel… Oh, Rock…"

The girl trailed off, slowly sliding her hands away from his… only to lean in and snuggle against him as she hugged. Everything had just… clicked. All-at-once. She was his everything, and he was her's. They were more than just "sibling units". They were made for each other… meant for each other! No one else had been there for them so frequently… no one else could be as close. They loved each other more than words could possibly say. And, they were elated to finally be able to tell each other that, exactly. The two just stayed together, Rock's hands on her back, Roll's head on his chest… Only minutes had passed… But everything had changed. Forever. At least… it was about to.

The sky darkened and thunder cracked, shattering the serenity. At that moment, lightning struck the boy's chest, sending a million volts through his entire body… which then chained into hers. It was truly electric… though none of it was literal. In actuality, something far less destructive… and far more wonderful… had happened.

They kissed.

Time seemed to stand still for Roll as Rock's act of spontaneity touched her to the very core. She wasn't even shocked. Rather, she practically melted as he held her close, his lips touching hers in what was clearly not just a kiss between siblings. She wasn't sure her servos were spinning or her vents were flowing, anymore, but she didn't care. She felt frozen… Frozen amid the greatest moment of her life.

She never wanted him to stop. Never.

For those few glorious, brief seconds, she felt happy. She never wanted that feeling to end. But, as all good things do… it eventually did come to an end. A pretty strange one, at that. Rock and Roll slowly parted, sitting back in their respective spots at the edge of the bed. They stared at each other for several more seconds. And then… "Eh…! Eeeeehh…!" Rock hid his face beneath his hands, rapidly shaking his head. It was the most bizarre… and frankly, girliest thing Roll had ever seen her brother do! It was… kind of adorable!

"I c-c-can't believe I just did that…!" he cried, sounding somewhere between a laugh and a cry. "I j-j-just kissed my sister!" Indeed, he had. Roll didn't even need to touch her lips – still warm from his – to verify. She knew it had happened. Yet in the afterglow of it… she didn't know how to feel.

She was happy. Happier than she had ever been, before! So… why didn't it feel like she was? Why did she feel so… numb? Empty? Weird? And, why couldn't she stop staring at her brother, who was having a quiet, kind of adorable meltdown? "W-w-why…?" As Rock continued to stammer, she realized… she didn't know. She really didn't.

Eventually, Rock managed to calm down and look at his sister. He was frequently dodging her gaze, completely avoiding eye contact, but he couldn't seem to stop blushing and his face was absolutely stuck in the biggest, dumbest, yet shyest sort of smile. Despite freaking out for at least two minutes straight… he'd kissed her, and he'd liked it. The problem was… he had no idea where to go from there! What was he supposed to do, next?

"R-Rock?" He shook his head, trying to shake off the cobwebs and refocus. "Y-y-yes, Roll?" he replied, desperately trying to stop smiling. "I… that was…" Roll played with the hem of her dress and looked down at the bedspread. Then, she looked up, practically forcing him to look into her eyes, her own filled to the brim with confusion. "Is it… is it okay that I… I don't know how I feel, right now?" she asked, sounding scared of even asking such a question. "I…" Rock finally stopped smiling and, in fact, frowned a little, slowly nodding. "I think… I think that's normal, Roll," he said in a calm voice. She gave a light, shaky laugh. It was as if she hadn't truly laughed in a very long time. "I never… I never thought that you… that we… would…" The girl paused to breathe, then she continued with her thoughts.

"I often imagined what it would be like… and I wondered if my reality would live up to my imagination… I hoped that, someday, one of us would be brave enough to…" Again, she paused. She wasn't denying what had happened, but… it almost seemed like she didn't want to openly acknowledge what had just happened, for one reason or another. "Rock…?" She looked up. "How… how do you feel?" His own face turned completely red at that question, and he looked down at his hands. "I… I was really happy, b-but now… I honestly have no idea." Roll frowned. "You're lying," she bluntly told him. "Were smiling for a long time, after the kiss." She didn't sound mad. She was just stating facts. Still, he went back to hiding behind his hands. "W-well," he meekly explained, "I-I'm not feeling very… 'superhero-y,' right now…" Somehow, hearing that made Roll felt something. And… she giggled. "You'll always be my hero, Rockman…" With that… she leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. He turned even redder – if such was possible – and she giggled a little more.

Well… it took Rock even longer to recover from his embarrassment the second time he hid behind his hands. It was worth it, though. Roll was waiting with open arms. He didn't hesitate to accept the invitation and basked in her warm embrace. It seemed like things would turn out alright, after all…

A short while after the boy-robot had calmed, the two settled down on the bed, laying front-to-front. Once again, he decided to hide his face… though it was against her shoulder instead of in his hands. Roll, meanwhile, lovingly stroked his hair with one hand and held him close with the other. "I love you, Rock…" she whispered without any fear or hesitation. "Y-you, too, Roll…!" he said softly. She quietly giggled. He was such a shy, sweet boy… and after everything, she was sure that she loved him even more than she ever had. She knew Rock would never leave her side, nor would she leave his. They were meant for each other… and loved one another, dearly. "Rock?" The girl curled both arms around his shoulders and down his back, gently hugging. "Would it be weird if…? I-I mean… would you like to…?" She took a cleansing breath before finally asking… "Do you want to camp out in the living room, with me? W-we can put our sleeping bags next to each other…" She felt his entire body tense up. Or, rather, the back of his body did. The palms of his hands, as well as most of his arms, shook fiercely. "R-really?" he squeaked, seemingly over-excited by the idea. She softly laughed. "I know, it's silly. We've done it a million times! But–" "I'd love to!" The girl smiled in response. "Th-then, let's do that!" "Yes! Let's, Sis!" Her heart fluttered as she heard him call her that. It used to mean something different… more literal… But, after their confession… and their kiss… "Okay… my brother…" She knew that he saw her as more than a sibling.

The atmosphere of the evening mellowed into a calm night. Rock was quick to switch into his blue pajamas and grab a sleeping bag, then head back to the living room. He was joined by Roll, not long after, who wore matching, pink pajamas and had a bag of her own. The two uncurled their bags side-by-side, just as they had countless times prior. Then… they proceeded to play video games and watch TV shows until midnight like they always had.

When it came time to call it a night, Rock turned off all the lights, then sat down near Roll. She smiled at him and he smiled back… then he took her hands into his, surprising her. "I had a lot of fun, today," he told her in a soft, confident voice. "I always do, with my favorite sister!" She laughed. "I'm your only sister, silly!" "Nuh-uh!" He grinned as he told her, "Splashwoman is our little sister, too!" The girl laughed even more! "She doesn't count!" she said in a playful tone. "She was made with completely different blueprints!" "Well, she's our cousin, then!" "Okay, okay…" Roll grinned, as did Rock. It was such a silly conversation… but so fun!

"Anyway," he continued, "I had a lot of fun, today, and I almost don't want it to end…" "I know the feeling…" she sighed. "I always have the best time with Roll… Tonight, though… It was something extra-special." The girl blinked. Rock was looking right into her eyes with a soft smile. "Tonight… this wasn't just me hanging out in the living room with my sis." "It… it wasn't?" she asked, feigning ignorance and trying not to grin. "Tonight… it was… It… it was…" He deeply blushed and she could tell he was rapidly losing his nerve. She squeezed his hands and encouraged, "What was it, Rock…?" "It was… a… a… a…" "It was a…?" she urged, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "A date!" he finally stated. She froze. He froze. The room was silent for a moment. Neither of them could believe he'd said that.

"I had a date with Roll!" Rock suddenly blurted out with his biggest, goofiest smile. "You had a date with Roll!" Roll repeated with a girlish laugh. "I had a date with the coolest, cutest sister on the planet!" She finally blushed and softly smiled. "Aww…" She was expecting him to keep going with that thought, but something seemed to distract him. "So, um…" he said, changing gears, "what– what should we do on our next date?" "I don't know…" she told him softly. "What would you like to do?" "I don't know!" For some reason, that indecision made the two fall into a bout of laughter. Once they were done laughing, they shared a smile and a fond, warm look. "I love you, Roll," Rock said, his face warming back up. "A-and, I don't j-just mean that a-a-as your br… brother!" Somehow, that was enough to get a blushing grin from the girl. "C'mere, you!" And she tackled him to the ground for a round of cuddles and kisses to his face!

"I love you, too," she told him once she was done, "and… I'm sorry I didn't say so sooner." Rock let out a little sigh and smiled. "I know. You had a crush on me for a while, but you didn't know how to tell me." "I'm not embarrassed to admit my feelings for you!" she insisted. "A-at least… not anymore!" "It's hard to be brave, sometimes," Rock said as he pulled his sister into a hug. "But… it's always worth the effort!" The two embraced, again, the twins closing their eyes and basking in each other's warmth. At that moment, it felt as if everything was right in the world…

"I'll always love you, Rock…" she said into his shoulder. "And I'll always love you…" he told her, rubbing her back. "And… I'm glad you're my sister…" "Me too…" They soon drifted off, not bothering to find their way into their separate sleeping bags. They wanted nothing more, that night, than to hold each other close as the restful waves of slumber washed over them… and that's exactly how things went.

The following morning, they awoke with the sun and smiled at each other with the fondness only two people who deeply cared for each other could. As they started to get up, they heard their creator, Dr. Right, called to them. The evil Dr. Wily was up to his old tricks… which meant that Rock needed to put on his helmet and fight for justice, once more.

After a quick breakfast, everyone gathered in the lab. Before Rock stepped onto the teleport pad, Roll ran over and threw her arms around him, tightly hugging. "I'll be waiting for you…" she said with teary, worried eyes. "Please, come back to me…" "I promise I will," he said with a smile. "I love you, Sis!" "I love you, Rock!" The girl kissed her brother on the cheek, then let him go. He stepped onto the teleporter and flashed a thumbs-up. A second later… "Rooock…!" He became pure energy and vanished in a flash of light.

Roll walked over to the communications array, quietly sitting beside Dr. Right. She stared at the control panel for the longest time, unwilling to bring herself to watch her beloved brother fight the evil robots of Dr. Wily. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up to see the doctor smiling at her. "He'll come back in one piece," he said in a reassuring voice. "He always does." "I… I know," she said, briefly breaking down only to snap herself out of it. "I-I just–" "Right now, though…" The girl's eyes followed the doctor's hand. He'd reached over to the control panel and brought a headset in front of her. "He could use your support." "I…" She stared at the headset for a second. Then, she realized… "R-right!" She had a job to do.

Rock and Roll. Two robots built using the same blueprints and similar AI, but different designs.

They'd always been closer to each other than any of Dr. Right's creations. Was it because they shared schematics or because they were built as "sibling" units? They always thought so. But, if that was the case… then why did things turn out as they did?

"There's a bunch of Bunbi Tanks up ahead, Rock! Get ready for them!"

Why did Roll find herself falling for Rock? And, why had Rock confessed feelings of a similar nature, to her? How long had they been harboring feelings for each other than no pair of siblings ever should? And, why didn't it bother either of them that they had those feelings? Why did everything click like it did? Why did everything feel so… perfect?

"Jump into that pit, Rock! What? I know what it looks like, but there's a familiar energy signature down there that– wait. Dr. Right analyzed it and… it's a new weapon? That's great! Go get that weapon adaptor, Rock!"

The pair always knew their relationship was special. They'd always loved each other as siblings and counterpart units. But, when they'd finally confessed their feelings… they knew that they were meant to be something more than brother and sister.

"Rock? Rock! The signal's getting weak! I think there's a Robot Master up ahead! Be careful…! Come home safe…"

Rock and Roll. Two robots built using the same blueprints.

"Rock? The static's cleared up! Can you hear me? Rock…? Rock!!" "Behind you." "Ack!! R-Rock? Rooock!!"

They were always meant to be together.

"Ah!! R-Roll…! Don't hug me so hard, I'm all beat up!"

They just didn't always know it.

#fan fiction #Caught in a Rock 'n Roll Fantasy #commercial characters #Mega Man #Rockman #Roll Light #Rock Light #drama #slice of life #romance #Roll Day

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hi ! I saw your request guideline, is it ok to ask for atsumu x reader when he makes a comparison with his ex girlfriend ? don’t know if it’s angst or hurt/comfort

word count. 1.1k

genres. fluff. hurt/comfort. | female reader

a/n. this is my first time writing for atsumu actually but i kinda liked it?? anyway sorry if this seems off in any way, i tried my best lolol i hope you like it and thank you for sending in the request <3

“Oi, is this a new brand?” Atsumu eyed the hair dye packaging with a slight tilt to his head as he inspected it from all sides. The brown and green colors of the design were different from the product he’d normally use for his hair and the brand’s name would probably answer his question if they weren’t all the same to him.

“Yeah, a friend recommended it,” you said, pressing your gloved fingers against the sides of his head to straighten his posture. “It’s plant-based and not as damaging to your hair.” He hummed and almost shrugged the towel off his shoulders when he turned to grin at you. You were mixing the dye once more for good measure, smiling and you arched an eyebrow at the expectant glint in his eyes. “What is it?”

“Gimme kiss.” He leaned toward you a little and you laughed because the towel did slip off his shoulders this time.

“Watch it,” you scolded him, voice lowered in an endearing tone, putting down the dye to help him get ready for the procedure but he still leaned to the side that you had no other choice but bend down a little to kiss him. “Alright, sit still now, will you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, a cheeky smile stretching his lips. Lovable idiot.

You went to work, parted sections of his hair to apply the dye with the brush that came along with the kit, already quite used to it with how often you’d helped him with this task. The speakers of Atsumu’s phone were playing some catchy up-beat song that had the both of you hum along but as time passed, your boyfriend started to fidget.

A few notifications popping up on his phone had him move away from you fractionally, some movement outside the bathroom window caused him to turn his head toward it and after a while he even started to bounce his leg.

“Babe, get those ants outta your pants,” you mumbled, grabbing his shoulders to pull him back onto his chair when he leaned forward again to check his phone for the nth time. “Or else we’ll never get ready to meet up with your brother later.”

“You’re taking longer than usual, though.”

“And it’s gonna take even longer if you don’t-” you pressed, clicking your tongue as you forced him to look straight ahead after he’d turned around to face you, “-keep still for a damn minute!”

“Sheesh, okay,” he huffed, moving to cross his arms. “..You’re starting to sound like Ichihara.”

He’d muttered the last part under his breath but you still heard him, instantly halting you in your tracks. It had been a while since any of you had uttered that name, and it wouldn’t even have bothered you as much that he had, because he was being all fidgety and annoying. But being compared to the toxic ex-girlfriend had come out of nowhere.

You’d heard stories about her from Atsumu and his friend so you had an idea what kind of person she had been, feeling awful for what she had put him through for so many years. However, nagging at him for fidgeting was barely enough to be considered toxic, you knew that, but it still stung. You still wondered if it had been too much, if there were more similarities that had him say that just now.

No, that was ridiculous. That comparison was just uncalled for. Or was it? Great, the mere mention of her name had you overthink like this. Atsumu didn’t notice you puzzling your head over what he’d said, didn’t realize he had said something to put you off like that until he was starting to feel fidgety again.

He was sitting still for you, waiting, patiently, yet you didn’t even work on his hair, what was—the sullen look on your face reflected in the mirror caught him off guard and suddenly he was well aware of what he’d said just moments before. Atsumu turned on his chair, almost slipping off the smooth surface as he stood up to grab you by your arms, pulling you a little closer when you rejected the hug he was going for with the tools still in your hands.

“I am so sorry. Shit—look, I didn’t mean it,” he said, hastily, grip tightening around your arms as he didn’t know what else to do.

“Yeah, I know. I know you didn’t,” you murmured, freeing yourself from his hold to place the tools onto the countertop.

“But you’re upset.” Atsumu noticed the way you were avoiding his gaze and it crushed his heart. You looked so hurt, so disappointed.

You didn’t mean to be upset, you couldn’t help it.

“I guess. Yeah.” A soft, little laugh escaped you and you turned back to your boyfriend who looked like he’d just kicked a puppy.

“Aw, c’mere.” The embrace he pulled you into was warm and firm, so very much Atsumu, and you rested your temple on his shoulder.

It was difficult not to let go of the pressure building up in your chest, the lump in your throat. You didn’t want to feel this way—there was no need to feel this way.

“Sorry, I know this is stupid, I just,” you tried, but he interrupted you.

“It’s not. I’m stupid. Alright?” It made you laugh softly again.

“You.. idiot,” you mumbled into his chest, squeezing him tightly and he let you. Because he’d never want to live a life without knowing the feel of your touch, the warmth of your hugs.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He really hadn’t meant it like that. The habit of speaking his mind without even thinking about it was hard to break and what you’d said had simply reminded him of his ex, not that he ever implied you being like her in any way. Not you. Never.

“We have to hurry with the dyeing, though,” you said, smile adorning your lips when Atsumu started to pepper your hairline with small kisses.

“Ack—you’re right!” Jolting out of your hug, he sat back down and adjusted the towel around his shoulders. “Ok, finish up, and I’ll comfort you some more after until we have to get ready to leave.”

It warmed your heart. You know this had been just a dumb slip-up, something that didn’t have to affect you like that because that was just him, Atsumu with a mouth faster than his mind.

“Alright,” you said, carding your gloved fingers through his hair. When you met his gaze in the mirror your chest bloomed even further at the adoration for you reflecting in his eyes. “Sit still.”

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#atsumu x reader #atsumu x female reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #atsumu fic #atsumu x y/n #haikyuu fanfiction #miya atsumu x reader #i tried my best with this one #i'm also a candidate to say things without thinking and then realizing later on #it kinda sucks lol #miya atsumu x female reader

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tyneonotes · 2 years

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In another life I'd make you stay

Yuta x reader

Genre: angst

your hand involuntarily went up to your forehead as a response to the tiny pain that was felt in your head. massaging the ached area, you inhaled a big amount of air inside you. you were sat at the corner of a majestic couch while the others indulged more into the party. if not for your best friend, you would have ditched this party perhaps binge watching your favorite kdrama right now. but where is she? squinting your eyes you scanned the hall. but no sign of Hyo.

"probably banging some random ass stranger" you regretted agreeing to come to this party. a sigh left your lips as you shrunk deep into the warm cushions. you didn't notice someone pass your figure and seated himself on a spot near you.

"heyyy! didn't know you'd be here!" you know this voice. very well. your eyes shot open and head bent to face him. the owner of the voice was named Nakamoto Yuta. to you, all boys meant nothing except this one boy. you were a baddie until he crossed your way. if given a chance you'd send all your love letters to his address. why? because he was that gorgeous. not the regular kind of 'gorgeous' but a special one. it seemed like all the light in the room radiated out from him, he shined the brightest. the japanese was your sole center of attraction.

"are you drunk?" the confused boy snapped you out of the dwam. yes, on him.

"no. what? I'm just distracted" it was quite a struggle to sit up straight keeping your previous condition in mind but you were definitely not drunk. not yet. "the loud music is killing me" you grinned to which he nodded in agreement.

"I agree, even though I just came. this is boring" he casually crossed his legs

"yeah.." the headache and surrounding music, directly proportional to each other. both increased.

"are you okay? wanna go home? I can drop you off" one more good quality, he was always kind to you.

head now hurting terribly you tried to speak "no I can't leave. I still have to find Hyo" to which he mumbled a small "oh.."

you scratched your head a little then proceeded "but I think I need some fresh air, it's really stuffy here" before you could look up he was already on his feet, ready to leave. "let's get outta here" you smiled at his remark instantly.

Johnny's house was a maze. you already knew it but you couldn't realize it until now. it's been ten minutes and you were nowhere close to the exit door. yuta has been taking lead all along and it felt safe in his presence.

you were out. the backyard was calmer than the inside. as you walked around you could see some people -mainly couples.

"ugh couples" he clicked his tongue. "at least we're out of that chaos, it's much more pleasant here. we can ignore 'couples' " you touched his shoulder softly. slightly taken aback he gazed at your hands as it touched the fabric of his shirt. there was a sudden tenderness on his expressions

"d did you mock me just now?" you felt a friendly slap on your shoulder

"You don't like couples, so I just emphasized. don't think so much" you made a hand gesture which made the boy burst into laughter. oh lord that was the purest shit you ever knew, him laughing with heart's content never failed to give you the most cherished euphoria. your eyes told everything. you loved him.

"what are you staring at?" his exotic eyes were observing your eyes observing his beautiful profile. you see everything on my outside, when will you see whats inside?

"nothing." you shrugged and looked away "it's getting late I should probably go home, tomorrow there's early class. I'll have to drop Hyo too" you insisted and he hummed. you even denied his request to drive you home. "I'll call you when I reach" reassuring him was necessary as he wasn't letting you go alone

the clock ticked exactly midnight when you reached home. thanks to the spare keys, you could get in. you tiptoed to your bedroom because you didn't want to wake anyone up. throwing away your purse to the end of the room, you jumped onto bed and in no time you were sleeping like dead.

2:17 am

Hyo:

WHERE ARE YOU???

I CANT FIND YOUUUU

oh. OH

ARE YOU WITH YUTA?

OH MY GOD JUST CONFESS TO HIM ALREADY WTFF

I can teach you how to say the three words but PLEASE DO IT SOON I CANT SEE YOU LIKE THIS. JUST TELL HIM THAT YOU LOVE HIM. YOU'VE LOVED HIM 3 FUCKING YEARS.

DUDE WHERE ARE YOU

😭😭😭

11:27pm

the phone screen lightened up when he picked it up to keep it inside his bag. and a message from Hyo was the first thing that his eyes caught.

"MOM I CANT FIND MY PHONE DID YOU SEE IT ANYWHERE?"

"I HAVE CHECKED EVERYWHERE BUT NO SIGN OF IT"

"then you have lost it. clear." and here it was.

it was still unbelievable that you, YOU lost your phone. you were near university gate and you were still thinking about the lost belonging. where could it have dropped? lost in your own world you bumped into students left and right. but you didn't mind anything. busy blaming yourself for being so damn careless, you showered yourself with slaps.

"sorr-" and it was yuta again, his hand held something

IT'S MY PHONE

"you dropped it at party yesterday" he informed and you hummed "I couldn't return you there cuz you are probably speed personified" Both of you chuckled

"Thank you so much! I really shitted my pants when I couldn't find it" you took the phone to your chest and sighed in relief. he smiled warmly and made way for you.

you had a really hectic day. you couldn’t even check your phone after finding it. taking a sip of your favorite iced americano, you took your phone out. just at that moment a text popped up on the screen. the content of the message were a few sentences but it was enough to make you readjust your glasses as you couldn’t believe what lay in front of you. the text was from Yuta

Yuta:

I know you like me. I saw Hyo’s message on your phone yesterday, I didn’t mean to but I did. Sorry for that. I was as surprised as you are getting my text like this now. regarding you liking me, if you can please stop liking me. please try to move on from me. don’t waste your time behind me, it isn’t worth it. forget me. please.

2:34pm

But why? he never gave a reason. you got up from your seat and hurried out of the canteen. you searched the whole campus. everyone was there, except him. the one who you wanted to see madly was out of your sight. you felt restless and your feet felt weak from all the running, soon making you collapse on the ground. finally tears took place of the worried thoughts and you found yourself surrounded by people, all alone.

you were not the only one who felt this way. there was another person who was experiencing the same pain. Yuta did not want to push you away from him like this. but situations compelled him. he had the same feelings for you. he wanted to be with you, more than you wanted. if not forever, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, the last one month of his lifespan he wanted to dedicate to you. his eyes defined pain. a cough aroused and he saw blood on his inner palm. he smiled. please don’t misunderstand me. my days in this world are coming to an end. even though I stop breathing but my love for you will never die. I’ll always love you and only you

one thing was there that he was relieved about. that is spending his desired time with you last night and seeing your precious smile. it was all that he ever wanted in life, the night of the party which was the only proof of your love story, a story of love that ended even before blooming.

#yuta #yuta angst #nct 127 #nct #nct fluff #nct angst #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 au #nct 127 oneshots #nct 127 angst #nct fanfic #nct yuta #taeyong #yuta fluff #yuta fanfic

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low-budget-korra · 2 years

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My controversial opinions on Avatar #4

-Ursa wasn't a good mom. We all know that she was a victim of Ozai's abusive behavior and that may be the reason why she wasn't a good mom but my point is: One thing doesn't exclude the other, she can be a victim of abuse and a bad mom.

And she is a bad mom because we all know how she favor Zuko over Azula, she didn't even tried to hide that. She wasn't half as caring and patience with Azula as she was with Zuko. And at the end she was right she didn't loved Azula enough. She go for he easy love that was Zuko.

- Toph becoming a cop is not outta nowhere or bryke destroying her character. Let's not project our problems with the real cops in the Avatar World. Sure, that is similarities but they are not the same.

As a 12'old Toph hated rules just like other 12'old kids. The thing is she grew up and she didn't have a throne to heir or something, and as we see in the show her teaching skills are questionable. So what she could do? More specifically, what she could do to help Aang and Zuko in Republic City? Sokka, had the leadership skills and became a counselor. Toph had the combat skills so she became a cop.

I think the only other career that could fit her is as a fighting career but how that would help Aang in Republic City?

Also, let's not forget that she came from a rich family and hated all the match set that was, all the little rules. So yeah, I don't see Toph Beifong doing any political shit like a counselor

-I think Asami was interested in Korra, since book 1, wanting to meet her and hangout with her. She was more interested in get closed and bond with Korra than with Bolin, her brother in law at that time. She also seemed more mad at Mako for kissing Korra than for betraying her lmao. And i think that already in book 3 she realized that the feelings she had for Korra may be stronger than she thought, stronger that just friendship

-I don't understand the difficulty of people to acknowledge that Bolin is straight. People always complain about toxic masculinity but as soon as a character act different from what is expected from him for being a man , they try to deduct his sexuality. Bolin, Sokka, Varrick, Zuko they are all canonically straight (until now)

If you wanna have headcanon of them discovering themselves as bi or gay or pan that's alright. But treat as it is: Headcanon. Because I've seen people treat some of those Headcanon as they were canon to the point of getting mad when people question about it.

#avatar #avatar korra #the legend of korra #legend of korra #the last airbender #korrasami #asami sato #toph beifong #azula #ursa #sokka #mako #bolin #my controversial opinions on #tlok #tla

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idrisnnet-archive · 3 years

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Close to Midnight

Series: The Last Hours

Characters: James Herondale, Cordelia Carstairs, Lucie Herondale

Genre: Songfic, Halloween AU

Halloween event week 4: Free choice

“Ah, Daisy,” he said. “Daisies. Fun, affection, innocence, hope, new beginnings...”

“James?” Cordelia frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“What a wonderful nickname given to you...” he said, his fingers curling around Cordelia’s jaw.

“James, you’re scaring me, are you feverish? Did you have nightmares again?” She tried to pry his fingers from her face, gasping as she came into contact with ice-cold skin.

It’s close to midnight

Something evil’s lurking from the dark

She turned to grab a blanket for him, but he held her in place. “I will never have nightmares again,” he told her. “Because I have accepted my fate. My destiny since birth. A family reunion.”

She moved slowly, her eyes on him, her hands closing around the hilt of Cortana.

Under the moonlight

You see a sight that almost stops your heart

You try to scream

But terror takes the sound before you make it

With little space between them, she still managed to draw Cortana from its sheath and slammed it into his side. It was like slamming a wooden sword into a stone sculpture.

He laughed, and it was not James’ warm, shy laugh. It was brittle and scratchy.

Cordelia saw with her own eyes Cortana being snapped into two halves and bounced once on the ground before coming to a motionless stop.

You start to freeze

As horror looks you right between the eyes

You’re paralysed

“It never fails to amuse me, how human souls are often deceived by the façade. Thank you for giving me Cortana,” said Belial. He lifted his shirt and shivered. Over his left ribs, two gashes were slowly healing until the skin was whole as new.

“Where is he?” Cordelia asked.

“He’s mine, you silly girl,” he laughed. “I was very frustrated when you were married, but it turned out all the better. Aren’t you interested in why I could break Cortana so easily?”

He broke off as they heard a knock at the door.

‘Cause this is thriller

Thriller night

And no-one’s gonna save you

From the beast about to strike

You know it’s thriller

Thriller night

You’re fighting for your life

Inside a killer

Thriller tonight, yeah

Their voices drifted down the hallway.

“Why is it you, you Cruel Prince! Where’s Daisy?”

“She’s waiting for you in the drawing room.”

Her heart hammered. She could do it. She would do it.

You hear the door slam

And realise there’s nowhere left to run

“Daisy! You must join me at Anna’s tea party,” she said as she placed a firm grip on her arm.

She hugged her. “Lucie, I love you. Thank you for coming over. Could you give James and I a moment, though? I’ll join you outside soon enough.”

He chuckled.

Lucie did not look like she wanted to go. “I will wait for you outside, okay? We will work everything out. I promise you we will.”

You feel the cold hand

And wonder if you’ll ever see the sun

You close your eyes

“Cordelia.”

“What is it, James? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Can you promise me something?”

“What is it?”

“If I am not strong enough... If Belial succeeded in possessing me... I’d rather die,” he looked at her pleadingly.

“You cannot ask that of me, James!”

“That won’t be me anymore. That is just Belial wearing my skin.”

“Cordelia, please.”

And hope that this is just imagination

But all the while

You hear a creature creeping up behind

You’re outta time

She pointed the gun she got from Christopher at him.

Belial laughed again. “Why would you think that will hurt me when Cortana cannot?”

Cordelia nearly smiled. “One must keep up with the times.”

She fired the runed bullet straight into his heart.

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 3 years

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Hayloft p.4

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, death, abuse, and sexual assault (depictions of none, though), alcoholism/ drunkenness, mentions of teen pregnancy, mentions of infidelity, murder

Word Count: 6.4k

A/N: Pretty lightly edited, just a warning

Read the Previous Chapters!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“Hey, hun, what can I getcha?” You leaned into your popped hip, pen and notepad in hand.

A man you hadn’t met before, clearly someone just passing through town, was sitting across the diner bar in a light blue button-up and suspenders. He was fairly clean cut save for the day-old scruff across his face. He studied the menu intensely before setting it down and looking up at you with a sweet-as-pie smile. “Can I please have coffee with some cream and the grits?” He asked with a southern drawl.

You scribbled down his order on the notepad, “That all?”

“Mhm, I think so. Thanks doll.” He slid the menu towards you before reaching for a newspaper that had been left on the counter beside him by the last patron. You turned around to pin the man’s order on the little turnstile for the chef when the little bell on the door rang.

Tucking your notepad back into the apron tied around your waist, you grabbed the pot of coffee from the counter and poured the man a cup of the rich black liquid. Next, you prepared a little ceramic cup of cream and walked back to set them on the counter in front of him. His polite thanks were only the background when you saw Arvin walk behind the man and shoot you a smile before settling down in a seat at the bar only a few seats away.

You walked over to him and leaned on the counter with a smile, “Well, hey there stranger. You on lunch already?”

Arvin nodded, looking to you hopefully, “Yeah ‘n I was hopin’ you might be too so I could grab a bite to eat with my favorite girl.”

“Shh!” You hushed him with exasperated wide eyes, like it should have been obvious that he needed to keep his voice down, because in your mind it was. You nodded your head to the other patrons in the diner. “Y’know word travels fast in little towns like this ‘n I don’t need my daddy findin’ out ‘bout us,” you whispered to Arvin who sighed in annoyed understanding. You knew he wasn’t annoyed at you but the situation was less than ideal.

He tapped his fingers on the counter and his knees bounced under the bar, “So is that a no for lunch?”

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clock that hung on the wall. It was only eleven in the morning but maybe you could ask Charlene if she could cover so you could take an early lunch. “Let me double check real quick.” You held up a finger to excuse yourself into the back to find your coworker.

No more than ten minutes later, you and Arvin walked out to his car with two take-out boxes of burgers you had managed to swipe from the kitchen in hand. He slid into the driver’s seat while you planted yourself beside him in the passenger’s. You handed him one of the boxes of food before opening your own and

digging into the small handful of fries. “So how is your day going so far?”

Arvin took a large bite of his burger, covering his mouth with his hand has he tried to speak and chew at the same time, “Ain’t too bad. I got an engine to rebuild for an old Ford when I get back but nothin’ too terrible. How ‘bout you?”

“Ready to go home already,” you chuckled, popping a fry in your mouth, “But it ain’t too bad here either. Just would like to not be here.”

Arvin laughed a little beside you, “I know how that feels. Thanks for the burgers by the way. I appreciate it. I don’t want you gettin’ in no trouble for stealin’ food.”

You shrugged off his concern, “Don’t worry ‘bout it. If people don’t eat it, it just goes in the trash anyways. I ain’t gonna get in any trouble.”

He let out a heavy breath, resigning to your insistence, which he really just found an adorable confident stubbornness. A comfortable silence fell over the unmoving car as the two of you ate your lunches in the parking lot. When you finished chewing your bite, you looked over at Arvin, “How long you been livin’ with us?”

Arvin looked up at the brick wall straight ahead in thought, “Maybe five months now. Longer than I meant to-"

"I didn't mean it like that! I was just wonderin'...." you got awkwardly quiet for a moment, "Havin' you 'round has been the best five months in a really really long time."

"For me too. When I came into town, I thought I'd be livin' in my car. Didn't know how lucky I'd be gettin' to live with the most beautiful girl in the world." His hand reached over to your thigh, squeezing lightly.

Even after all of his sweet affections and compliments, they never failed to make your cheeks ache from trying not to blush and smile like a schoolgirl. “You really think flattery will get you somewhere?” you giggled teasingly, turning towards him and nudging his leg with your hand.

“Well it got me in your house so…” He teased back, something that he had been doing more often in the last few weeks. Arvin had never been the most humorous of people, aside from the occasional chuckle or hidden smile. That had been changing since the two of you had gotten closer though.

“Uh, no! It might get you kicked outta my house though if my daddy ever finds out.” It started as chuckle but the words faded into concerned worry as you realized how true they could really be.

Arvin sensed the shift, “You really think your daddy would kick me out if he found out ‘bout us?”

You nodded, “Without a doubt. Would probably throw me out too.” You shifted so you were sitting on your bent leg, suddenly uncomfortable.

He began cautiously, “I mean… would that really be such a bad thing?”

You whipped your head to look at him, “I ain’t got nowhere else to live right now. I been savin’ up for a year to move out but it ain’t enough to buy a place of my own yet.”

“How much you got?”

That number was in your head immediately, one that you kept a running total of with every paycheck. “$4,317.” It wasn’t enough, though, and you knew it. Even the old run down houses around town cost $12,000, which meant you weren’t even halfway to the fixer-uppers, not that you minded buying a fixer upper. “I don’t need a mansion or nothin’ but it ain’t nearly enough for even something small.”

Arvin chewed his lip, thinking about the box of cash he’d been stashing away with each of his paychecks as well. He knew exactly what it was like in your position, struggling to save up the money to get on your own feet. He hated relying on others and, even though he really liked you, he hated depending on your and your father for shelter. “You ain’t gonna be stuck in this ol’ town forever,” he promised you and it came out just like that. A promise. “You’re too good for this place.”

Another smile forced its way onto your face at his words of hope, “I’ll get outta here eventually…”

Suddenly, a familiar male voice yelled your name and you flinched. You turned towards the voice to see your boss, Harold, standing at the backdoor of the diner with his hands on his hips. He gave you a stern look and tapped the watch on his wrist before pointing at you then jabbing his thumb over his shoulder towards the door.

“Shit! I totally lost track of time!” You scrambled to gather up the trash from lunch and stuffed it into the paper bag you’d brought it out in. “I’m sorry, I have to run!”

Arvin had nearly jumped out of his skin when your name had been yelled, the only person he’d ever heard calling you that way being your father. He crumbled up the paper wrapper for his burger and stuffed it in the paper bag for you. “‘M sorry. Didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your boss.”

“Nah, he’s fine,” you waved off the worry dismissively, “He acts all tough but he ain’t nothin’ but a softy.” You opened up the door and began to slide out when you stopped and took a quick glance around. Nobody was in the parking lot, or really anywhere in sight for that matter. In an impulsive swift action, you grabbed Arvin by the collar of his greasy shirt and pulled his lips to yours quickly before pushing him before anyone could see.

He looked stunned, big brown eyes wide and shocked by your courageous kiss. Your heart raced and your cheeks flushed with the exhilaration of actually sneaking a kiss to Arvin in public. It was a dangerous move but your dad was at work and there was nobody else around to see. You tried to hide your excited smile by chewing your bottom lip but it didn’t work. “Thanks for lunch, Arv.”

“Uh - y-yeah. Thank you for the burger.” Arvin stumbled over his words while you slid out of the car and closed the door behind you, leaving the poor boy struggling to make his brain catch up to reality.

“See you at home!” You waved one last time before turning. Arvin watched as you jogged back to the entrance of the diner, your little dress bouncing with every movement. You turned to give him one last glance before you disappeared behind the door.

Work had passed rather uneventfully for you. You put in the last few hours of your shift, went to the grocery store, and then headed home to start on dinner.

Arvin, on the other hand, the rest of his day at work had shaken the good feeling he’d had since his lunch break with you. He had found himself with a wrench in hand, trying to bolt back in the engine he’d been rebuilding for the last few hours. Grease smeared across his shirt, pants, and face despite how hard he tried to keep his dirty hands from ruining his clothes. Even if they were work clothes, he didn’t have that many sets of outfits nor the money to go out and buy more.

“My cousin lives o’er there with his wife. Said the sheriff up and disappeared for a while but they found him dead in the woods.”

Arvin’s head nearly hit the hood of the car that was propped up when he heard those words. He looked over his shoulder to see Davis and Fred, two of the other guys that worked at the mechanics shop, talking over two cans of beer.

“You hear anythin’ ‘bout that, Arvin?” Davis asked, sipping his can.

Arvin’s heart twisted in panic but he shook his head like hadn’t heard what they were talking about, “Hear ‘bout what?”

“Few months back, the sheriff in my cousin’s hometown turned up dead. Someone shot ‘im in the woods outside o’ some small town nearby. His name was like Lodeck or Bodecker or somethin’ like that.” Davis explained the story to both of the guys.

“Eh, pro’lly had it comin’,” Your dad came entered from the storage room with a handful of bolts, “I know I’ve met some sheriffs that deserved a bullet between the eyes.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “Yeah well you’re an angry drunk so I’m sure you’d say that ‘bout anyone who took a drink from you. I’m sure this guy wasn’t that bad. What kinda sick fuck you gotta be to shoot a sheriff? This ain’t no wild west movie where you go gunnin’ down the law.”

“Nah, I heard he was a no good son o’ a bitch. Guess his sister and her husband got murdered the day before. Found tons of pictures o’ them kissin’ on some dead guys. Some real sick shit, Fred. Sheriff might have been in on it too. Regardless, my cousin said he ran into ‘im one time with his wife and the sheriff really was a bastard,'' Davis shrugged off Fred’s comment, refuting the tragedy Fred was trying to make Bodecker’s death by tarnishing his name.

Arvin’s heart was racing and he began to feel dizzy. The images of those few days had haunted him since they had happened but he had found himself thinking about it less and less as the days passed.

“Arvin?”

Arvin shook his head out of the clouds and snapped back into reality, “What?”

“You came into town ‘round the same time all this happened. Did you hear anythin’ about it?” Fred questioned, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans.

The young man just shook his head, “Nah, I ain’t heard nothin’ ‘bout it till now. I heard ‘bout the sister though. Sounds like she and her boyfriend were no good.”

“You know what I think?” Your dad began, picking up a wrench and pointing it in Arvin’s direction, “I think our man Arvin here did the sheriff in!”

Arvin stiffened up, “What? Why would you think that?”

“You come strollin’ along through town with nothin’ but a backpack and no backstory ‘bout the same time four people turn up murdered. Mighty suspicious.” Arvin tried his hardest to stand tall and not allow his fear to show but the tension in his jaw was bordering of painful now.

Davis swatted at your dad, “C’mon, leave the boy alone. There’s gotta be thousands of people in that area that coulda murdered them. Can’t imagine Arvin doin’ such a thing.”

Arvin was grateful for Davis’s trust. If only he deserved it.

“I’m only jokin’! Y’all a bunch of whiny little girls, can’t take a fuckin’ joke.” Your dad grumbled to himself, swatting his hand towards his coworkers.

“Ah, shut up.” Fred stood up from the table he’d been sitting at and laid back down on the dolley before sliding under the jacked up Chevy he had been tasked with. “Ain’t nobody ‘round here takes you seriously.”

Arvin watched as your dad walked past Fred, kicking him in the leg and earning a loud exclamation of annoyance, but it was as if he were disconnected from the whole scene. He had tried so hard to forget what had happened back in Knockemstiff and Coal Creek, though it seemed damn near impossible considering it had uprooted his entire life. This tiny town a few hours away was his safe haven, his new beginning. He never would have imagined that anyone this far away would have heard about the murders.

Hearing Davis and Fred bring up Bodecker’s name made Arvin’s blood turn to ice in his veins. What kinda sick fuck you gotta be to shoot a sheriff? Fred’s words played over and over in Arvin’s head. This was just what he was worried about. This was why he ran. Nobody would believe Bodecker was trying to kill him first. Self defense didn’t mean shit when it was against the law. The same with Reverend Teagarden. A man of the word? Arvin didn’t stand a chance if anyone found out what he’d done.

“Hey son,” Davis’s soft voice made Arvin nearly jump out of his skin, “Don’t take nothin’ that ol’ man says to heart. I’m sure you know since you been livin’ with him that he’s just a cranky ol’ drunk who don’t know when to shut up. You’re a good kid, Arvin. Ain’t none of us actually think you did it.”

Arvin looked down at where Davis’s hand rested on his shoulder, the same way his dad used to touch his shoulder when he was reassuring him. He forced a small appreciative nod and a strained appearance of being unbothered, “It’s alright, Davis. I know he’s just kiddin’ ‘round. I ‘ppreciate it though.”

Your father arrived at home before Arvin, much to your dismay. Elvis Presley’s Blue Hawaii album was spinning on the record player when he came into the kitchen, kicking his boots off by the door.

“Hey, daddy! How was work?” You asked, mashing a bowl of potatoes for dinner.

He made a line directly to the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping the tab off with no effort, “It was alright. Damn Gilligan blew out the transmission on his truck so I been stuck fixin’ that up all day. Lookin’ forward to this right here.” Your father lifted up the beer bottle and sipped it with satisfaction. Yeah, I’m sure you were, you thought, rolling your eyes with your back turned to your dad.

“Well, if you wanna get cleaned up, dinner should be ready in about twenty minutes. More than enough time for a shower,” you offered with a cheerful voice. Lunch with Arvin today had made your day good in a way that was hard to ruin.

“Yeah, I might go do that. What’s for dinner?” Your father walked over and peeked over your shoulder to see what you had cooking on the stove.

“Mashed potatoes, green beans, and chicken.” You cut in a few slices of butter and added them to the bowl of mashed potatoes, sprinkling some salt, pepper, and garlic powder to taste.

Expecting some words of discouragement like you usually earned from your father, he just nodded contently and disappeared out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. You turned to watch him walk away, your mouth fallen open in pleased surprise at the fact that you just had a semi-pleasant interaction with your father for the first time in several weeks. You turned back to mixing in the now melted butter into the mashed potatoes when the front door opened yet again.

You looked back to see Arvin walking in through the living room, “Hey, Arv!”

His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and judging by the way his eyes shot up to you, as if he hadn’t expected your greeting, he had been staring at the ground when he walked in. “Hi,” he answered low and short with no emotion one way or the other.

Your brows furrowed, “Everythin’ alright?” Leaving the food on the counter and wiping your hands on your apron, you walked out into the living room towards him.

Arvin visibly took a step back and his eyes widened a little, his shoulders squaring up, “Yeah, ‘m good. Just wanna take a shower.”

Before you could get the words out, he had already begun walking away. “My dad’s already in the bathroom,” you called out after him, finally getting him to stop.

Arvin didn’t turn back to you though, only half glanced over his shoulder, “Oh, alright.” He turned back to continue his walk back to his room.

“Dinner will be ready soon!” You attempted to add, only earning a small thanks in response and the sound of Arvin’s door closing. “O-oh… okay.” You stood alone in the living room, the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and Elvis Presley’s voice filling the room but not loud enough to drown out your concern.

Dinner went by just as uncomfortably. You poked at your mashed potatoes, keeping your gaze stuck down at the food on your plate except for when you glanced over at Arvin who seemed to be actively looking anywhere except for you. This only made you roll your eyes out of frustration and stare back down at your food.

Your dad talked about his day, mostly grumbled complaints, “I don’t get nearly ‘nough respect ‘round here. Damn Fred and Davis callin’ me a drunk. What? A man can’t enjoy a damn beer without being called a drunk! Damn prudes.” When you didn’t respond, he reached over and tapped your arm, “Hey? You even listenin’?”

“Hm?” You tried to make yourself focus on what he was saying this time, “Sorry, long day. What happened?”

“See? I ain’t get no respect at work and I can’t even get no respect at my own damn house from my own damn daughter!” He grumbled, the feet of the wooden chair scraping against the ground as he stood up forcefully, swaying a little side to side but bracing himself on the wall to walk out of the room.

You didn’t even possess the mental capacity to care about his little tantrum. Your mind was swimming with confusion and, honestly, anger, at Arvin’s little unexplained silent treatment. “Okay, what’s wrong?” You asked, leaning towards Arvin.

“Nothin’.” He answered simply, taking a sip of his water. His voice was low and he still refused to make eye contact, despite nothin’ being wrong.

“That’s a lie. Everythin’ was fine this mornin’ and now you’re suddenly not talkin’ to me. Won’t even look at me! What the hell, Arvin? Did I say somethin’ wrong?” Thinking back, there wasn’t anything you had said earlier that you could imagine warranting such a negative response from Arvin so your confusion and concern had quickly turned to frustration.

Arvin shook his head, “No, no, you ain’t did nothin’ wrong.”

“Then what is it?” You practically begged him to tell you. You hated being upset at him when clearly something was bothering him but this felt like he was just playing some broody guessing game with you, something you got enough of from your dad.

Stress shone through Arvin’s eyes and he met your gaze finally, if only for a second, before looking away again. You could see there was a flicker of something you hadn’t seen in him before but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Whatever it was, it was really bothering him and you felt guilty for being upset. You just couldn’t understand why you suddenly were being ignored for something that apparently had nothing to do with you.

“I can’t tell you.”

Arvin’s admittal just made you more upset. “So you’re not mad at me but you’re ignoring me and can’t tell me why?”

Arvin hadn’t seen you look at him this way. At your father, yes, but he was unaccustomed to that raised eyebrow and frustratedly desperate crack in your voice being directed towards him. He hated it. He hated knowing that he was causing you to feel upset and helpless when he was supposed to be your escape from those exact feelings.

But he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth. You’d think he was a monster. You’d hate him. He’d lose the one good thing he had in his life because-

Arvin shook his head, “‘M sorry.” He looked anywhere but at you because he couldn’t stand to see the way your face fell, though he could practically feel your heart fall from across the table. He didn’t need to see it. He knew.

“Fine.” You stood up and grabbed your plate, scraping the rest in the garbage and setting the plate in the sink. Your appetite was gone and your patience had snapped, not that you had been the most patient thus far anyways.

Arvin watched as you stormed out of the kitchen, grabbed your coat off the coat rack by the front door, and walked out of the house. His head hit his hands. No matter how hard he tried to protect those he cared about, he only seemed to hurt them more.

You hadn’t expected Arvin to find you here so when the door opened to the old barn, you turned around in surprise. You were curled up in your coat, sitting on an old wooden crate that had been untouched in this unused barn for God knows how long. A large window looked out over the large field that had once been the family farm but was now practically a glorified dirt lot. Your coat was wrapped tightly around your body, held in place with one hand while you held a lit cigarette with the other.

“Didn’t know you smoked,” Arvin took a few steps in, his hands shoved guiltily in the pocket of his denim jacket.

You blew out a large plume of smoke that you had been holding in and looked away, “I don’t too often.”

Arvin closed the barn door behind him as he approached you and you had to fight the urge to get up and leave but you knew that made you no less immature than the way you felt he was acting.

“‘M sorry. I really am.”

You took another drag and turned to him, the moonlight illuminating his features - somehow so boy-like but so rugged - and it was hard to stay mad at him. “I am too. I don’t mean to be dramatic but I just… I don’t understand, Arv. If somethin’s wrong, you can tell me. This whole silent treatment BS with zero explanation doesn’t cut it.”

Arvin let out a heavy breath. While doing the dishes from dinner for you after you stormed off, he had had time to contemplate what to do. And he had decided. “If I tell you, it’s gonna change how you look at me.”

Your head tilted up at his cryptic opener but you said nothing, only urged him to continue with your eyes.

With a deep shaky inhale, he started his story, “I ain’t a bad man but I’ve done some bad things. Things that I thought I could run away from. I been livin’ a lie for a long time, actin’ like I ain’t hurt nobody, but it ain’t true.” Arvin paused for a moment to gauge your reaction and all he saw was fear in your eyes, just as he had feared.

A million thoughts of terrible things people were capable of ran through your head as you tried to figure out which one Arvin could possibly be guilty of, though they all felt so out of character for him. Was it murder? Assault? Rape? Thievery? The man you had come to care for so deeply now swam in a murky pool of doubt and distrust. Arvin saw all this and more in your deep, worried eyes.

“What did you do?” Your voice was weaker than you wanted it to be, cracking with fear. Until today, you hadn’t imagined Arvin capable of doing anything that could real harm to anyone, maybe aside from a stupid fight in high school or something along those lines, but you could see it in his eyes that whatever it was he was trying to confess to really was that bad.

Arvin lost his ability to speak for a moment. He had resolved to tell you everything before even coming out here to talk to you but the fear shining in your eyes already had his heart breaking. It was as if every new line of moonlight reflecting off the growing whites of your eyes was a new stain that he managed to tarnish your view of him with. Arvin had to look away because he couldn’t bear to look at you when he finally admitted his crimes, couldn’t stand to watch your face contort in fear when you realized what a monster he was.

“Y-you remember that preacher I told you ‘bout? The one that hurt my sister?”

You nodded, “Y-yeah…”

Arvin swallowed hard and he gripped his thigh tight enough to turn his knuckles white. “Well few weeks after we buried Lenora, a police officer came up ‘n told me the coroner had found out she was havin’ a baby. None of us knew before. I don’t know how but I just knew it was that no good preacher. I didn’t have any proof though so I started followin’ ‘im ‘n found out he was worse than I thought. He was no good to his wife ‘n I saw him out takin' advantage of another girl in town who was even younger than my Lenora was. He was doin’ nothin’ but hurtin’ people ‘n I… I killed im.”

Your mouth fell open, “You- You killed him?”

Arvin looked down at his feet, “I shot him.”

It was silent as you processed the information. This preacher sounded like a terrible man, abusing young girls and leading one to commit suicide. The infidelity to his wife was a moot point against his other indiscretions and even that was unacceptable. It honestly sounded like Arvin had done a service to the world, taking this monster out of it, but it was still difficult to look at him the same after knowing that he had actually shot someone.

When you didn’t respond, Arvin had decided to continue, not thinking he could cause much more damage, “I ran. Left a note for my grandma and uncle and disappeared. I tried hitchhiking my way out of town when I got picked by this couple. They seemed nice ‘nough at first but the husband, he started actin’ real weird. They pulled us way off the road. Said he wanted to take some pictures but then I saw him pull out a gun and then he tried pullin’ me outta the car. I-I panicked and I kicked the door into him ‘n I shot ‘im before he could get me.”

Arvin’s voice was cracking as tears began to fall down his face. It was one thing to replay the memories in his own head but it was another thing entirely to actually confess his sins to someone he cared so deeply about, knowing the truth would most likely hurt you. “The wife, she pulled out a gun and pointed it at me ‘n I pointed mine at her. I begged her to put the gun down. I-I didn’t wanna shoot her. I really didn’t. I was so tired of killin’ but then she apologized ‘n I knew she was gonna pull the trigger. We both shot at the same time. I got no clue how she didn’t shoot me. I fell out the car without a scratch but I when I got up, I realized I got her through the neck 'n she was gone. I panicked ‘n searched the car. Found all these pictures of her all naked and huggin’ up on some naked dead guy ‘n I knew… I knew I was gonna be next.”

Your brain sprinted a mile a minute to try and keep up with the trauma Arvin was confessing and you didn’t know whether to hug him and let him cry on you or run as far away as possible.

“Then-”

“There’s more?” You wanted to beg him to stop talking, to stop telling you about the blood on his hands, to stop telling you about all the suffering he had been through. You sounded shocked and heartbroken and yet none of these tragedies were yours.

Arvin hiccuped and sniffled in a failed attempt to hide a sob. Red had taken over his features, both physically and metaphorically. Obviously distraught by his past and now your reaction, he felt like he was beginning to spiral down that hole of darkness that he had tried so hard to claw his way out of. There were nothing but snakes down there, ready to bite him and poison his mind with the words he had fought so desperately to keep out. Murderer. Stalker. Liar. Sinner. All of these and so many more.

Yet, he nodded, feeling as if he’d still be lying if he didn’t finish telling you everything. When he nodded, you made a small squeak of disbelief.

“I-I ran,” He sniffled out, “I hitchhiked my way back to my old hometown. I didn’t know why at first but I just needed to go home. Felt like maybe I could fix what had been broken there. Went there to find it all burnt down but then this sheriff came lookin’ after me. Turns out he was that lady’s brother - the one who shot at me and had the pictures of the cut up dead guys. He was all angry and wanted to kill me for shootin’ his sister. I tried… I tried to tell ‘im that she was no good and that she was gonna kill me but he didn’t wanna listen. He was shootin’ at me and… and… I ain’t had no choice.”

It was silent, aside from the ambient bugs chirping outside. You had tried so hard to focus on Arvin’s face but you had long since zoned out visually, only able to focus on the words he was saying. How could he have gone through all of this? How could your wonderful, amazing, beautiful Arvin Russell have survived so much suffering and been forced to murder people? Murder.

“Please say somethin’.”

Your lips quivered as your vision came back into view and all you saw was a tearful, fearful, remorseful boy before you on the brink of falling apart. Arvin’s hair was messy from having run his hands through it, his eyes were red and puffy from the tears, his breathing was shaky from remembering. There were no words.

You threw your arms around his neck and held him tightly to you. You didn’t know what else to do. How does someone respond to information like this? There was so much trust that Arvin needed to put in you to tell you - you couldn’t freak out.

“You don’t hate me?” His hands flew to your arms, prying them off his neck so he could see your face.

Your head shook, “How could I hate you for what you did?”

“I murdered four people.”

“You took out a disgusting predator who practically killed your sister and was harming who knows how many other girls. Then you killed a couple of murderers who pulled guns on you first in self defense. And then, yet again, you were put in a life or death situation with a sheriff who was shootin’ at you for killin’ his murderin’ sister. Three of those were self defense and I’d dare say that first one was a public service. You have nothin’ to be sorry for. You have nothin’ to regret. You did what you had to do to survive.” You squeezed Arvin’s hands tightly, running your soft thumbs over the lightly calloused skin of his knuckles.

Arvin looked down at your hands on his, hands that were so much smaller than his own but right now felt so encompassing and comforting, as if they wrapped his own in a blanket of protection. He couldn’t believe you were okay with this. He was barely okay with it. “I don’t regret it but I didn’t wanna have to do it. If I coulda let that lady go, if she only woulda listened to me ‘n put the gun down I wouldn’t o’ had to pull the trigger. I coulda let the cops deal with it. Same with the sheriff. If only he woulda listened… I only wanted to shoot the preacher. I was okay with havin’ that on my conscience. But I had no idea how outta control that day was gonna get. All those cold dead eyes starin’ up at you, watchin’ the life drain from someone’s face ‘n knowin’ you’re the one who caused that... Even if they were real fucked up people, it ain’t a sight that’s easy to see.”

“I can’t even imagine what it must’ve been like, Arvin.” Your hand slid up his arm to rest on his bicep and you leaned your forehead onto his shoulder. His arm snaked around your body and held you close but cautious, like he was scared if he held you too tightly that you’d be scared he’d hurt you too. Of course, you weren’t. The thought did cross your mind that perhaps it was unwise to trust a man who just admitted to killing four people but that wasn’t Arvin and you knew it. “You may have killed people but that does not make you a killer. You’re just someone who was put in some really hard situations and had to make some tough choices.”

You pulled back and put your hand on his cheek, slightly scratchy from not shaving that day, and you spoke gently, “You are wonderful, Arvin. You are caring and hard working and loyal and willing to stand up for what is right. You are everything good in this world-”

“I hurt people-”

“You protect people,” you corrected, “‘N if some bad people had to get hurt to keep the good ones safe, well maybe they shouldn’t have been such bad people.”

Arvin could have melted into a puddle at your feet, and likely would have if you hadn’t been holding him. Never had he expected to tell anyone his terrible deeds and in every imagined scenario in which he did, it had never ended well. He had imagined you running for the hills, screaming at him to get out, maybe even threatening him physically out of fear that he’d hurt you now (which he’d never dream of doing).

But you didn’t do any of that. Gentleness and understanding were far from the reaction he’d expected or even felt like he deserved but nevertheless here you were holding him and reassuring him that he wasn’t the monster he’d called himself for so many months.

“I love you.”

His admission surprised you but Arvin felt fully confident in his words. He had never known what love felt like - romantic love at least - but this was damn near the closest thing he could imagine to it. You occupied his thoughts every waking moment, your face and your voice swimming around his imagination in a beautiful ocean of warmth and kindness and goodness that he would gladly drown in. You were strong and responsible and understanding and oh so beautiful. Much like him, you’d been handed a shit hand by life and struggled each day to make the best of it. Arvin cared about you so much it scared him because he had not felt this compulsion towards anyone since Lenora had passed. After losing everything he’d ever loved, he was scared that if he admitted that he loved you, life would take you away from him as well. If there was one thing that you did, though, it was take away Arvin’s fear.

“I love you too, Arvin.” He pulled your body flush against his when you responded, a heavy sigh of relief leaving his chest. Much like Arvin, you hadn’t known what real love felt like. You’d even started believing that maybe you weren’t meant for such a luxury.

Now you and Arvin felt like the richest people in the world, despite having almost nothing to your names. As long as you were in each others’ arms, you had everything. You were each others’ trust, honesty, comfort, compassion, and protection.

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Play It Cool (Part One)

Summery: Y/N is a Yandere. So is Peter. Neither know and desperately try to act normal around each other.

They fail. A lot.

You were chilling out, minding your own business, breathing in the sweet scent of nature and quiet, when someone plonked down onto the bench next to you.

It was so outta nowhere that you screeched, flailed, and almost bashed your head on the stones below.

Thankfully, before you could get a life-ending medical bill, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and caught you before you fell.

“Hey! Careful there, stranger!”

You opened your eyes -- and came face to face with the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

Big blue eyes, so big that you could’ve sworn they took up half his face, so blue that they were practically glowing. A wide smile that shifted to a concerned frown, the cute quirk of his lips itching to be kissed. Smooth skin, squishy skin, with cheeks that were begging to be pinched and cradled. And an expressive, open face that was so honest that it reminded you of a puppy.

There was worry in those beautiful blue eyes, more worry you could ever recall getting from someone, like you were the most precious thing in the world. His grip around you was careful, gentle, and as he pulled you back onto the bench he even gave your back a little pat, as though to comfort you.

He looked worried, like you got into a serious accident instead of just tripping on your ass like an idiot. You could see him scanning you, looking for any injuries even though the only one you had was to your pride.

Oh shit, his eyes were even more huge and blue and adorable from this close.

Oh shit, his face looked especially squishy and touchable.

Oh shit, you could feel yourself starting to blush. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck --

“Um! Thanks. A lot.” You looked down. He still had his arms around your waist. His really long, really skinny arms, you couldn’t help but notice.

Was he eating enough? You were sure you had some granola bars in your bag. Maybe you could --

No, no, no! What the hell were you thinking? You were gonna piss him off if you mentioned his weight! What if he was sensitive about it?

And there was no way he was gonna accept food from some clumsy, accident prone stranger. And -- and --

Wow, his arms felt comfortable. Snuggly. And they really fit around your waist, almost like they were made for you --

“Oops! Sorry!” He quickly withdrew and scooted back a bit, an adorably awkward look on his face and -- was that a blush? Was he blushing?

Shit, that was so cute.

You never knew anyone besides you who could blush that red before. It really stood out against his grey skin. It made you wonder if his cheeks felt as hot to the touch as they looked and --

You shoved your hands in your pockets and pulled your hat down. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck your face was still hot as hell. What if he could tell what you were thinking?

His blue eyes -- why were they so big? How was it possible? -- were apologetic. It made him look a bit like a kicked puppy and God. God. “I didn’t meant to --”

You tore yourself from his eyes and looked straight ahead. “N. No problem. You’re good.”

You stared at the trees, willing yourself to calm down.

Seconds passed.

You couldn’t resist another peek.

He was tall. Taller than you which, well, wasn’t saying much since you were barely five feet. Everyone was taller than you, but still. Tall. So tall he kinda leaned over you even as you were sitting and oh God did it make you feel things. Things you shouldn’t be thinking about, specially since you’ve never met the guy before and --

And his hands. They were big. Really big, with really long fingers. Piano fingers. Like, the kinda hands you’d love to hold or just, just have them hold your face and --

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was his smile, his eyes, the awkward expression on his face, the blush, the sharp teeth, the familiar tone to his voice despite you never seeing him before, his height, his hands, anything and everything about him, or some other, reptilian instinct buried deep inside you that was making you feel this way.

But you were just hit with the sudden and out of nowhere feeling of, Oh God this guy is so fucking adorable I wanna pat his head and give him hugs and kisses and keep him in my apartment never evereverever let him go.

But that would be stupid and creepy because you literally met him thirty seconds ago. So you kept your hands to yourself.

It was… a lot harder than you thought it’d be. The guy was just, just so adorable. Like, what the hell. What gave him the right to be so adorable?

A hand waved in front of your face. “Hey, you alright? Didya bang your head earlier on?”

You jolted back a bit. “No! I mean,” you coughed, “no. I’m fine. Just. You know. Thinking.”

He nodded in understanding, his eyes warm. So warm. “I get it. An out of nowhere place like this, no one around, all by yourself. The perfect place to be all alone. With your thoughts.”

He smiled at you and oh. Oh, you were so fucked.

It was the teeth. The teeth were doing you in. How the fuck did he get his teeth that sharp?

And the eyes. God, they were so blue. Did you mention how blue they were? You could drown in those eyes for hours and never come up for air.

And the face. So squishy and cute. And his expressions, they were so, so fucking adorable. The blush, the little hesitations, the way his eyes never once looked away from yours.

And --

Fuck.

You must’ve stuttered out something, though God only knew what. It must’ve been good because the next words out of his mouth nearly made your heart stop.

“Listen. I know this is… kinda sudden. Very sudden. But if you’re free tonight, would you give me the pleasure of taking you out to dinner?”

Holy shit.

Your eyes widened. And you stared.

And stared.

Like a fucking freak.

Just SAY something you --

He looked away. “Yeah, I guess it was a bit too sudden. Um, then can we --”

“YES.”

He jerked back, looking a bit caught off guard. It was only the slow, delighted smile spreading across his face that kept you from killing yourself right then and there.

You’d face all the embarrassment in the world for that smile. And that was really saying something, considering how second-hand embarrassment practically ruled your life.

You pulled your cap down farther until it was practically covering your head. A quick breath and, “Yes. I would love to go to dinner with you. What time and place?”

Wow. Way to go, Y/N. Maybe sound a little MORE monotone next time, huh?

He beamed at you. Like the actual sun. Like he had just won the lottery instead of just scoring a date with a blushing freak like you.

You could feel the giddiness welling up inside you. It was all you could do not to squeak.

“Tonight at seven. At the place where you work. Is that okay?”

“YEP. Yep. Yep that’s -- that’s perfect with me.” You looked away, silently dying inside. “I’ll. I’ll see you there.”

“Great!” One last smile -- God, was he trying to kill you?! -- and he walked away, a bounce in his step.

You watched him go.

Waited until you could no longer hear his footsteps before screaming into your hands.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk he was SO FUCKING CUTE!”

(Part Two)

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