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Trouble

Joe Burrow x Reader

Your friends and family aren’t fond of Joe

“Seriously, he’s trouble. I can’t believe you’re going out with him.” Your friend scoffed, turning off the end of the Bengals game.

“He’s not trouble!” You defend him. “Really, he’s a nice guy!”

“Oh really? Is that why you’ve refused to tell your parents you’re dating him?”

“They’re just not big Bengal fans. It has nothing to do with Joe.” You lied as your friend rolled her eyes.

You had been secretly dating Joe Burrow, the Cincinnati Bengals Quarterback for 7 months now. It’s true, most people weren’t fond of Joe. He comes across as cocky, rude, and privileged. Plus his current bad boy edit doesn’t help much. Joe had recently gotten himself into trouble. He’s found a love for partying, blowing his money, and being reckless. All causing excess fame and a negative spotlight, something you wanted to avoid.

“Are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he got suspended from games for legal trouble? Or has shown up to practice violently hungover?”

“How’d you hear about that?” You questioned.

She laughed, “It’s all over the news. He’s gonna get himself into some real trouble and not have a career here soon.”

“He’s working on turning things around. Really. I swear.” You do your best to defend him again. You seem to be doing that a lot lately. “Plus we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. I’m just having fun.”

“I know, and I’m happy for you. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” She reaches out and takes your hand. “But I know none of that is going to change your mind, so go have fun tonight.”

“I love you. If my mom asks, I’m here!” You remind her and head out the door, “Your pizza should be here soon and I logged into my Netflix account!” You figured if your friend has to spend the night posted up in her room to cover for you, you might as well take care of her.

You hopped into your car and headed over to Joes house, he was throwing a party after the game. Joe’s parties were always fun, usually a little wild, and typically ended with the police kicking people out and shutting things down. As much as Joe was trying to work past his bad boy edit, he couldn’t help it. He’s young and having fun.

The loud music from Joe’s house is rattling your car as you pull into his driveway. He’s outside on the porch with some teammates smoking a cigar.

As you walk through his thick cloud of smoke and clear the air in front of your face with your hand, Joe pulls you into a hug.

“There’s my baby.” His words slurred, you’re unsure if it’s from alcohol or the thick cigar pressed between his lips.

“Hi, Joey.” You wrap your arms around his waste and snuggle into his chest. “Good game, congrats on the win.”

He pulls the cigar from his mouth, “I want you to come to the next one.” He smiles.

“Me? At the game? Isn’t it in a different state?” You question, suddenly nervous. You and Joe had been casually dating, nothing was public yet.

“The next home game.” He laughs, blowing a thick cloud of smoke over your head. “2 weeks.”

“I’ll think about it.” You try and reassure him.

“Think about it?” He asks offended.

“Well, yeah..I don’t… I’m not sure…” you feel his arms drop from around you. “I’m not sure I’m ready to go public yet.” You nervously tell him.

“It’s a football game. Not a red carpet.” He says annoyed.

“I know but…”

He cuts you off “It’s fine. Don’t come.”

“Joe I want to!” You reassure him.

“Seems like it.” He scoffs before heading inside, you following close behind.

“Joe I do! Really, there’s nothing I’d love more! I just still haven’t told many people about us, and you know, you haven’t had the best press lately and I don’t want to mess that up anymore for you and I just worry that-“

He presses the cigar to your mouth “take this.” He laughs cutting you off. “I’m sorry about the press. I’m working on it. Tomorrow I have a fun event at the elementary school. Next week, the high school. And the whole team is volunteering at the blood drive. Nothing but positive press up until the game.”

“Wow, what’s next? Taking a shift at the old folks home? Serving in the soup kitchen?” You tease.

He rolls his eyes, “So are you coming to the game or not?”

“I guess you better find me a Burrow jersey, because I’ll be there.” You smile.

The rest of the night is a blur. Lots of drinks, lots of dancing, too many sweaty bodies, and even louder music. You wake up the next morning tangled up in bed with Joe. His heavy arm around your waste and soft breathing on the backside of your neck. You slowly loosen his grip and start to make your way out of bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He grumbles, barely audible.

“Home.” You slip your shoes on. “And you need to get up too. Your elementary school meet and greet starts in 45 minutes.” You sit down on the side of the bed again. “I don’t think the elementary school principal appreciates his guest of honor showing up smelling like a mini bar.”

“You’re probably right.” He slowly starts to sit up. “I’ll reserve some spots for you for the game.” He says. “Any request on where you want to sit?”

All the nerves come back. “Doesn’t matter.” You smile at him, wishing you could avoid the game all together. It’s not that you were ashamed to be with him, you were just anxious about what people, especially your parents will say. “I’m gonna get out of here.” You quickly excuse yourself, not sure if the sudden butterflies in your stomach are from drinking too much, or the next home game.

You call your best friend on your way and tell her all about the game.

“You’re gonna have to tell your parents.”

“I can’t! They will freak if they find out I’ve been dating him!”

“So are you going to keep your relationship a secret forever?”

“I don’t know I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Well scratch that thought, it’s not a secret anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Check your phone.”

As you pull in your parents drive way, you pull out your phone to see a news article your friend sent you, a picture of you and Joe is on the front page. “Where did you find this?” You panicked.

“I was just checking E! News. It looks like every major magazine is covering it now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” You sigh, “I have to tell them now. I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you later. I’ll probably need some support.”

“Good luck!” She says and ends the call.

“You’re WHAT?” You dad hollers, slamming down the news paper he was reading.

“Dad, he’s a nice guy. Really I -“

“No. The little romance you guys having going on is over. I can’t believe this. You’re such a good girl, why would you want to be with someone like him?”

“He’s nothing like what the press makes him out to be. He’s actually really kind, and supportive, and is volunteering a lot for the community.”

“I don’t care if he’s the president. You are not being seen with someone like him.”

“About that..”

“What?”

“Well the news got pictures of me at his house last night and leaked a story.” You hide your face in your hands.

“At his house?” Your mom questions. “So you’ve been lying to us? Clearly he’s a bad influence to be hanging around.”

“I lied because I knew you would react like this. You’re not even giving him a chance.”

“I’ve never seen you defend someone like this. What is going on?”

“I’m…”

Your dad crosses his arms across his chest “I’m in love with him. And I’m going to be with him and support him no matter how you feel. You don’t know him like I do.”

“I’ve never seen you fight for someone like this.”

“Because, I love him.”

Your dad sighs, “I don’t know if I like the sound of that. But I’m willing to give him a chance. Why don’t you invite him over.”

“Really?!”

“Like I said,” he pauses, “I’m not crazy about him, but I can tell that you, and for that reason, I want to get to know him.”

A few hours later, Joe shows up on your front porch and confidently knocks on the front door.

“Hi Joey.” You greet him with a smile and hug. “You look great… did you iron your shirt?” You tease him, brushing a hand across his perfectly pressed shirt.

“Steamed it actually.” He smiles, “I wanted to make a good impression.” He nervously takes your hand and follows you into the house.

“Mom, Dad, this is Joe.” You awkwardly present him to your parents.

He politely shakes their hands and takes a seat at the table next to you.

You feel his hand find its way to your thigh, his palms are sweaty, and his fingers are nervously tapping across your leg. You reassuringly take his hand into yours and lightly rub across the top and share a confident smile.

At the end of dinner, you and Joe excuse yourselves and you walk him to the porch.

“They loved you.” You kiss him.

“I’m so relieved.”

“My dad even wants to go to the game with me!”

He laughs, “I’ll get extra tickets.”

Relieved that your parents were pleased with Joe, you walked him out, he kissed you goodnight, and you sent him on his way home.

It’s official and the world knows, you’re in love with Joe Burrow.

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rabbitsrants · 2 days

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CONAN DIES WHEN RAN CRIES

i'll let shinichi explain:

chapter 71

when i first read this chapter, i thought that shinichi was sweet talking ran to avoid her wrath, but rereading the manga made me realize how misguided i was

"it hurts me when you cry" is shinichi admitting something deeply personal, it's him explaining why ran's tears always get a reaction out of him, regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the body he's in

chapter 9

ran: is struggling with shinichi's absence

shinichi: starts calling her on the phone as himself

chapter 48

ran: is emotionally overwhelmed after the karaoke bar case, thinking that shinichi is back and avoiding her, waits for him in the cold for three hours

shinichi: comes up with the idea of talking to her as himself by turning off the lights

i love this moment so much, cause he's using both ran's love language (physical touch) and his own (words of affirmation) to ground and reassure her and it works

chapter 95

shinichi: tells ran to stop crying and ignores heiji in the middle of a case to ask her to wait for him

chapter 143

shinichi: checks on ran after using her for his deduction, drops honorifics when he realizes what he's done and defeatedly endures her tears

also shinichi: never involves her in a case to this extent ever again, even 1000 chapters later

chapter 260

shinichi: involuntary flakes on ran during their date and has to face her as conan

also shinichi: forgets he's conan for a sec as he drops the most epic lines in the manga

chapter 334

ran: is heartbroken cause it's valentine's day and shinichi's still gone

shinichi:

puts the jacket on her when she falls alseep,

reaches out to her as himself

and eats her chocolate

just to get her to smile again.

chapter 479-483

ran: supsects conan's real identity again and feels like he's completely out of reach even though he's so close

also ran: stops suspecting him but still expresses feelings of emotional distance to shinichi

shinichi: gets a second phone just for ran

and carries it with him wherever he goes.

chapter 727 (white day)

ran: starts crying because she thinks shinichi didn't get her anything for white day

shinichi: goes out of his way to draw attention to his gift so she stops crying

(LMFAO, he's so extra)

chapter 743-752

ran: feels like her feelings for shinichi are one-sided, is absolutely devasted, runs off crying

shinichi: drops his current case, runs after her

and confesses his love for her, so she never doubts his feelings for her again.

chapter 884

ran: is frustrated by all the misfortune shinichi brings

shinichi:

in conclusion, shinichi only has two weaknesses: aptx 4869 and ran's tears. and the funniest part is that aptx didn't even kill him like it was supposed to. ran's tears on the other hand? i believe they possess great power. enough power to kill shinichi?

visit the shinran library for more

#siderant: everytime i work on a post #i promise myself not to talk about the valentine's case again #and then i talk about valentine's case again haha #it haunts me #anyway #done with the sub posts nows #time to get real #shinran #shinichi kudo #ran mouri #dcmk #detective conan #case closed #ship analysis

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sansaorgana · 2 days

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Gale Cleven post! war with a classmate! Reader of his when he goes back to college? And what their relationship would be like if you could :) good luck with school!

thank you, love! I know you sent it around that time I was working on my thesis but now when I'm posting this... I'm so behind the uni work, it's almost funny 🤡 anyway, thank you for your request as well, because it was very interesting and something fresh and new 👨🏻‍🎓 I enjoyed writing it and it turned out to be quite long for a "short story" lol

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

There was a new boy on the campus – well, a man, really. He was older than most students and some confused him with one of the lecturers. You went to one of the classes with him and sometimes you found yourself staring when he was not looking but you were not the only one to do so.

He was handsome – very handsome, you’d say. And his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue while his hair was blond and neatly combed with a reckless strand sometimes falling down on his forehead while he was taking notes. His name was Gale Cleven and he was mysterious. He didn’t talk about himself much and he was not very social in general. You couldn’t recall a time when you would spot him having a chat with anyone. His cheeks had small, thin cuts all over them and you wondered where they had been from. Could they be the reason for his mysterious behaviour? Or maybe they were a part of a bigger picture, some sort of backstory that made him so quiet and stoic?

On the other hand, it was not like he never laughed. When someone made a joke out loud, Gale Cleven would laugh with everyone else and his beautiful, melancholic eyes sparkled with joy. You knew, because you watched him carefully. Despite the mystery, he didn’t have an eerie aura of a bad boy. There was goodness and kindness all over his face; maturity that other boys around you lacked. They just wanted to party and have fun like typical students and most of their topics to discuss were about sports, drinks, girls and the war that had ended not so long ago. However, the American boys still talked about the planes, the guns, the tanks and the heroes. You couldn’t be interested in dating any of them. Not to mention, as a woman in college you could not afford any distractions. You had been working hard to be able to study there and you did not want to miss that opportunity. You couldn’t start getting worse grades or suddenly decide to drop out and get married – God forbid get pregnant. No, that would be a disappointment to your family and to yourself, too. Because your goal was to get a degree for yourself.

The day was warm and sunny, so you were sitting under a tree with your roommate Kathy. She was a chatty girl – sometimes annoyingly – but she was also social for the both of you. So, she would tell you all the gossip and all the drama that had taken place during the parties. Thanks to her, you were always updated on the social life of the campus. But since you were both studying for the upcoming exam, she was unusually quiet on that day.

That changed when from the corner of your eye, you spotted Gale Cleven with a book in his hand, walking in your direction. He found himself a tree nearby and sat under it since no one else had been occupying that space. He opened the heavy book from the library with a leather brown cover and leaned on the tree to read the marked pages. You wanted to go back to reading your own book and your notes, but you couldn’t focus as your eyes began to wander in his direction over and over. Kathy giggled and you gazed upon her questioningly.

“What is it?” You asked.

“You’re so terrible at hiding it,” she rolled her eyes. “You fancy him.”

“I do not!” You gasped, scared that she knew your deeply hidden secret. In fact, you didn’t want to admit it even to yourself because you just did not want to get involved in any sort of romance or affair while working on your degree. Not that Gale Cleven would ever look back at you, anyway.

“Why do you write about him in your journal then?” Kathy asked and squinted her eyes as your heart skipped a beat.

“Are you reading my journal now?” You accused her.

“Oh, don’t be silly! I accidentally opened it the other day, thinking it was one of your notebooks for the class. I was looking for the notes from that lecture I missed. But no, it was your journal and I really didn’t want to read it but I couldn’t help but see that you mentioned him like three times on the same page!” Kathy giggled and you felt your cheeks warming up.

“I was just wondering about him. Where he’s from, what he's like. Everyone wonders that about him, don’t they?” You tried to come up with an excuse.

“I think I know, actually,” Kathy lowered her voice mysteriously and you leant in to listen. “You see, Jack told me,” she explained.

Jack was a guy she had been hanging around with for a while now and you expected them to go steady soon. Jack was also one of the most social guys on the campus and he was nice to everyone. It was easy to feel welcomed and secure in his company. He was one of those old money people who had everything but it didn’t spoil their character. You sometimes wondered why Jack wanted to date Kathy, who was a nice girl but a huge gossip. You couldn’t judge her too hard, though, since you were engaging in gossip as well. Just like right now.

“And how can Jack know anything?” You asked before she could say a word more.

“Because Jack’s been curious about that guy,” Kathy rolled her eyes at your disbelief in her soon-to-be boyfriend’s capability. “And he asked around. He even asked his father and, as you know, he’s quite a persona.”

“I am aware,” you nodded.

“So, Jack wondered how a guy like Gale Cleven had gotten himself to a school like that, you know?”

“And?” You asked, biting on your lower lip out of anticipation.

“Turns out he served in the last war and he’s quite a hero, too. He received some medals but he never picked them up,” Kathy explained and you tilted your head like a confused child or a cat. You weren’t sure what to think of that story. “Well, you have to admit, it would explain his age and the scars,” she continued. “And that’s not the end of the story. He didn’t just serve. He was a pilot. He was flying heavy bombers in Europe! And… he spent over a year in a POW camp in Germany.”

“Now, that sounds like a legend, you know? I like Jack but I think he reads too much of Francis Scott Fitzgerald,” you shrugged your arms. “Sounds too much like Gatsby or something.”

“You read too much of Francis Scott, not Jack!” Kathy giggled. “Look, he’s staring at us!”

You hissed at her, embarrassed with the volume of her voice as you turned around to look at Gale Cleven. He was indeed looking at you but he blushed and looked down at his book immediately after you turned around.

“I’m sure he knows we’re talking about him,” you were not very pleased with that.

“Oh, come on! Go to him,” Kathy pushed you slightly.

“What?! No way! We don’t talk to each other,” you protested, all stressed out as your heart pounded in your chest.

“Then that’s the best time to start. Go, ask him for a pencil,” she came up with that just like that and you realised why Kathy was such a social person who was friends with everyone and managed to get a guy like Jack. She just had those ideas out of nowhere, she knew how to start a conversation… She was a natural, really.

You rolled your eyes and fixed your skirt as you put your book and notes aside. After all, asking for a pencil was not that embarrassing, was it? You stood up and approached Gale Cleven with cold and sweaty hands. He looked up and it nearly took your breath away how handsome he was with those beautiful blue eyes and that one hair strand on his forehead.

“H-hi,” you waved shyly at him as he raised an eyebrow. “My name’s (Y/N),” you introduced yourself and regretted it immediately. You didn’t have to introduce yourself when you were just asking a stranger for the pencil, did you? Well, it was too late now. “We go to Modern History class together,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, I know who you are,” he nodded and gave you a genuine and warm smile that made it very difficult to stop yourself from giggling like a teenage girl. “I’m Buck,” he introduced himself.

“Buck?” You were surprised to hear that.

“That’s what friends call me,” he explained.

“Oh, I see…” You nervously played with your fingers. “Anyway, well, uh, I… I was wondering… Because I am studying for my exam and…” you pointed at the tree behind you where all your things and Kathy were. “I was thinking… Do you have a pencil on you perhaps? To lend me? I forgot to take mine from the dormitory,” you explained nervously and you suddenly realised that it all had sounded very fake and totally made up, actually.

But Buck did not seem to mind. He put his hand into the pocket of his trousers and handed you a pencil with a smile.

“There you go,” he said.

“Oh, thank you!” You took it from him and squeezed it in your fist. “You’re a lifesaver, really!”

“No big deal, (Y/N),” he winked at you and made you feel dizzy with the way he said your name out loud in that deep voice of his… and the wink did not help the sensation at all. “It’s just a pencil.”

“Um, well, thank you anyway. I will give it back!” You promised and smiled at him before running back to Kathy who had a huge grin on her face.

It wasn’t easy to go back to studying after that. You kept staring at Buck Cleven secretly and your eyes were only looking at the words in your notes but not reading them at all. And then, one time when you lifted your head up, he was gone.

“It’s good,” Kathy told you. “It means you have one more opportunity to approach him when you’ll be giving him his pencil back.”

You approached Buck after your exam when you went to the library to give the books back since you weren’t needing them anymore. He was sitting alone by one of the tables and reading a book as usual. So, when the librarian was already done with the pile you had given her, you approached Buck after finding his pencil in your purse. In fact, you had been walking around with it in your bag for a week now, looking for an occasion like this.

“Hey,” you started and he looked up. When he spotted that it was you calling him, he smiled gently. “I have something yours,” you reminded him as you handed him a pencil.

“Oh, thanks,” he took it from you as you suddenly felt a bit empty when you realised you had given back something that belonged to him and you could no longer play with it between your fingers as you daydreamed about him. “You didn’t have to give it back,” he added.

“I don’t like keeping other people’s things,” you explained. “Are you done with your exams this season?”

“Nearly,” he chuckled as he pointed at the book in front of him. “I have this one exam but… It’s easy,” he shrugged his arms. “I don’t really have to study for it,” he explained.

“I am nearly done with my exams, too,” you said. “And at the end of the week, when everyone will be free, there’s this party,” you started and immediately regretted it. What were you even doing? You didn’t know him enough to invite him to the party that was not even yours. And you weren’t planning to go to that party anyway! Also, you didn’t want to make him think you were one of those girls that were going to parties… So, why did you say that? And now, you had to continue the subject. “My roommate’s boyfriend is throwing a party for the end of the exams season,” you explained. “He’s renting a whole pub for that. Are you coming?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Buck answered. “I don’t know Jack that well.”

“Oh, so you know it’s Jack,” you chuckled nervously.

“Everyone knows who he is and that he throws these parties,” Buck winked at you. “You’re going, I assume?”

Well, it would be stupid to tell him now that you actually were not planning to.

“I was thinking of that. Because I have never gone to one of his parties. And you know, you don’t really have to be invited. Jack always says that everyone’s welcome,” you added and then you looked down. You started to feel like you were bothering Gale Cleven and your attempts to continue this conversation were starting to get pathetic and desperate.

“I’m not really a big party guy, sorry,” Buck answered.

“I’m not really a big party girl either,” you shrugged your arms. “Well, sorry to bother you… Good luck on your exam!” You tried to fight the tears pricking your eyes as you turned around on your heel to walk away.

“(Y/N), wait,” Buck’s distressed voice made you turn around. He looked nervous all of sudden and sort of guilty, too. That made you furrow your brows. “If you decide not to go to that party… Maybe we could just go somewhere alone? Just the two of us, I mean. A walk in the park or a cafe,” he proposed. “I know it’s not as fun as Jack’s party but… Well, I appreciate your invitation. I really do,” he assured you.

“Oh, I… I think it sounds great!” You sniffed the tears back and gave him a smile. He sighed with relief and smiled back at you. “We can go for a cup of hot chocolate as they get drunk like animals,” you chuckled nervously and Buck nodded.

“Call me boring but that sounds so much better to me,” he admitted.

“That would make us both boring then,” you smiled. “So, on Friday? At six perhaps?”

“Friday at six,” Buck nodded. “Let’s meet outside by the monument.”

“Great! I will be there!” You promised before leaving the library, not believing your own happiness as you were smiling like an idiot to yourself.

Still, some part of you felt as if Buck had only asked you to go out with him because he was feeling guilty about the way he had treated your invitation to the party.

Kathy regretted that you were not going to Jack’s party but she understood this time. At least on that night you were missing out on it because of some sort of a date and not like usual; when you had just been reading books or listening to the records alone in your room. She even helped you with your hair and make-up and she lent you her beautiful silk scarf to put around your neck. She also allowed you to use her expensive perfumes that had been a gift from Jack. You had never been so dolled up in your whole life. You hoped that Buck would appreciate that.

On the other hand, a guy as handsome as him… probably had been on real dates with real beauties before. As you were staring at yourself in the mirror for the one last time, you began to doubt yourself again. It was not a date… It was just a friendly meeting and he would never look at you in the same way you were looking at him. Those were the words of your tiny, ugly voice inside your head.

But you shook it off and hurried to the meeting spot since it was five to six. Buck was already there.

“Oh, my!” You greeted him. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re not late,” he glanced at the watch on his hand. “You’re just in time,” he smiled.

“Are you sure you want to go with me?” You asked, shyly.

“What do you mean? I was the one to ask you out, was I not?” Buck furrowed his brows.

“Yes… I know… But… I feel like you asked me out only because you thought I was sad about you not accepting the party invitation,” you admitted.

“I didn’t accept the invitation because I don’t like parties. But I don’t mind spending a nice evening with you,” Buck explained. “So, shall we go now? Or are you having second thoughts?”

“No, no, I don’t!” You protested and he chuckled. “Let’s go!” You said and he offered you his arm.

You walked to the cafe nearby the campus where they sold the best hot chocolate and tasty pastries. You asked Buck about his exams and he asked you about yours but your whole conversation was about college.

When you were sitting by the window and staring at people walking down the street in silence, waiting for your order, you began to start feeling uncomfortable. You felt the need to talk about something but you were scared of asking something offensive.

“I was wondering…” You started after taking a deep breath in. “There are a lot of rumours about you. And you don’t have to answer me that, you really don’t. But are they true?” You batted your eyelashes and he gave you a soft and kind of sad smile.

“Depends on what kind of rumours,” he nodded.

“Jack says you were a pilot…” You cleared your throat. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled as the waitress brought your cups and plates with croissants.

“Thank you,” Buck told her and nodded at her as she walked away. “No, don’t be sorry,” he addressed you again. “It’s true. Everything Jack says about me is true. After all, his father funds this school, does he not? He took a look into my papers.”

“He shouldn’t have done that,” you pointed out. “Jack is really nice but he’s nosy sometimes.”

“It’s fine. Funding such a place comes with privileges, I guess,” Buck shrugged his arms.

“You never talk about it,” you said and dared to lay your eyes on him again but he didn’t look annoyed at all. “There are a few guys here who served. And one girl that was in Europe, too. And they talk about it all the time.”

“I don’t want to be known as that guy who was in Europe and flew heavy bombers. Although, I guess it’s too late now,” Buck laughed nervously as he sipped on his hot chocolate. “And, you know, I really am no hero, no matter what Jack says. I flew a few missions and got shot down and then spent over a year in a camp,” he explained.

“Really, I’m sorry for bringing this up… We don’t have to talk about it,” you shook your head.

“I was scared you listened to the other gossip about me, you know,” he teased but you had no idea what he was talking about. “Some guy around campus says that I’m a hiding serial killer from the South.”

“Now, that is ridiculous,” you rolled your eyes.

“I know but my scars seem to convince a few people,” he whispered and blushed.

“Those people are full of shit then!” You snapped and then you froze, realising what you had just said. Your eyes widened out of terror and you felt your cheeks heating up as Buck chuckled. “Oh God, I’m terribly sorry! I shouldn’t have said that…”

“Don’t be sorry, love. Do you think I don’t know that women use such language, too?” He smirked at you and you sighed with relief but the little voice in your head kept convincing you that you had just ruined all your chances with that man. “The nurses in the base in England… They cursed like sailors, some of them. They were cussing us out for not being careful enough. And they were the bravest and loveliest women I have known,” he assured you.

“Have you dated any of them?” You asked and you bit yourself on your tongue. Why did you keep embarrassing yourself like that? Dear God, you were awful!

“No, I have not,” Buck answered with a smile and a shake of his head. “I focused on my job.”

“Like I am focusing on my studies now,” you nodded. “It’s important for me to get that degree. I believe women should have easier access to education and, you know, maybe one day I’ll end up like most of them… As a housewife and a mother… I don’t mind. But at least I will have that degree,” you explained.

“Yes, I agree that women should have easier access to education,” Buck agreed with you. “Everyone, in that matter.”

“Yes, of course,” you nodded. “By the way, don’t listen to those awful people. Your scars only prove your bravery,” you pointed out and he blushed again.

“Really, no bravery to talk about. I just did my job,” he laughed nervously.

“You might be humble about it but it won’t change my mind,” you insisted.

“So, what do you do in your free time when you’re not studying, darling?” Buck changed the topic nonchalantly and your eyes sparkled at the way he addressed you.

“I listen to music and I read books. I journal, too. Sometimes I go to the movies,” you answered.

“I like the movies, too. We should go together sometime,” he proposed and you smiled widely at him. “I take that as a yes,” he chuckled.

“Have you seen Gilda?” You asked, carefully.

“No, not yet. But I’ve heard it’s a nice movie,” Buck answered.

“Oh, it’s amazing. I have seen it a few times! I would love us to go see it together,” you proposed.

“But you can’t spoil me anything,” Buck teased and you pretended to zip your mouth with your fingers. “Good,” he nodded with a smile.

You continued to talk about the movies and some music, avoiding the subject of the war since you felt as if you had already pushed too far with that before. Around eight, Buck said it would be best for you both to go back, so he helped you to put your coat back on like a real gentleman and even complimented on your perfumes as you were walking out of the cafe.

“They’re not really mine,” you admitted, not wanting to lie to him. “Kathy allowed me to use hers. They were a gift from Jack and had to cost a fortune,” you confessed with a giggle.

“I’m sure your perfumes are just as nice,” Buck assured you and took you by your arm as you began walking back to the campus.

You kept talking about silly things until you found yourselves by the front door leading to the female dormitory. You stood there, facing each other a little awkwardly. And when you were about to tell him goodnight and turn around to go inside, he slowly leaned in to cup your face in his hands. Watching your reaction carefully, Buck joined your lips together in a sweet and delicate kiss. Your heart pounded so fast, you were afraid it would explode any given moment.

When he broke the kiss, you batted your eyelashes at him with a huge smile, warm cheeks and sparkles in your excited eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been out with someone and I couldn’t wait to kiss you,” he admitted.

“Don’t be sorry, Gale,” you whispered, feeling a little overwhelmed and not being able to believe what had just happened.

“I know you don’t want this sort of thing to distract you from your studies,” he took a step back.

“As if Mr. I-don’t-like-parties could ever distract me,” you chuckled, making him blush. You held his hands and squeezed them. “Anyway, you’ve been distracting me already from the moment you showed up on the campus,” you admitted and bit on your lower lip.

“Oh, thank God,” Buck laughed. “I was scared you’d admit I was right and it would be best for us to stop seeing each other.”

“You promised me the cinema date,” you pouted. “Let’s have at least that before I call it quits.”

“Well, I’ll do my best for you not to call it quits,” Buck leaned in again to place another soft kiss upon your lips.

The thing that made you break the kiss this time was a loud noise from afar, coming from the pub where Jack’s party was taking place. The sound of shattering glass and people’s laughter startled you both.

“I am so glad we didn’t go there,” you admitted. “Hot chocolate is so much nicer than that.”

“It was good,” Buck winked at you, “but I wish it was as sweet as you, love,” he breathed out and gave you yet one more kiss as your cheeks heated up and you placed your hands flat on his chest.

MASTERLIST || BUCK MASTERLIST

#sansaorgana: Answered #lovely anons #*buck #lilysfiction #austin butler x reader #gale cleven x reader

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♡♡♡ | ˗ˏˋ Passing Stars || Chapter 1 ´ˎ˗

➳　【 C a p t a i n　Ｒ e x　ｘ　Ｒｅａｄｅｒ】

❧ Warnings: 𝐠/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 / 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐟𝐡), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲/𝐰𝐚𝐫

[ 4.0𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 ]

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: first multi-part series. clone fever hit hard. i'm actually really happy with this for a change. This chapter is the set-up for the conflict at hand :) im currently on s6 of TCW and AUFHHGHH i just got past the Fives arc. im a bit insane atm. anyways ENJOYY

“I promise, you will get your rifle back when you leave the premises. It’s just procedure- you’re not authorized to carry any weapons into the Jedi Temple.”

You gritted your teeth at the Guard blocking your path as firmly held onto your sniper rifle, as if he’d have to pluck it from your cold dead hands if he wanted to take it from you.

Despite your stubborn attitude, you knew your faux little display of rebellion was a losing battle. As much as you refused to trust the Jedi, you were left with little choice but to go to them for help.

There was very little on your planet for you to return to, other than the remnants of the cities the Separatist forces had quietly seized for themselves. A sparsely populated planet circling a neutron star, right near the outer edge of the mid rim. Nothing remarkable on its own, but full of mining communities ripe for the Separatists to exploit for their excessive droid production.

For as far as you knew, you were the only one who’d been able to penetrate the blockade.

You sniffed, still agitated as you dropped the sniper rifle into the storage bin. The thought of the poor working conditions your people were being put through to mine materials for those bastards was enough to temporarily put yourself past your distaste for the Republic.

“Thank you.” the Guard responded dryly, unable to hide the hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Be careful with it.” you sneered, almost shoulder checking the man on your way past him. If you were being honest with yourself, you had to acknowledge you were being unreasonable with this poor man. He was only here to do his job and people like you did not make it any easier. But being subject to an invasion had clouded your sense of self, and maybe your ability to be reasonable. Just a little.

You were led to a woman dressed in robes, but you did not know enough about the clothing habits of the Jedi to tell whether she was one of them or not. She nodded, exchanging a few friendly words and beckoning for you to follow her. Your arrival was expected.

A sense of unease washed over you as you made your way through the towering hallways of the Temple. The air tasted warm and stale, the building’s age and the many people that passed through it permeating through its scent. The hallways were far from empty, used for conversation, and in some cases even training, judging by the bright light emitting from those unsettling trademark blades they carried.

Keeping your head low, you ignored the passing glances that were being sent your way.

A morbid part of you wish you’d died and the torch of fate had been passed on to another unfortunate soul, one more equipped to deal with diplomatic matters such as these. But these were the cards you’d been dealt, and you had little choice but to play them now.

The tapping of the lady’s shoes accelerated as she swiftened her step, opening the door for you. She moved out of the way, gesturing for you to head inside as she stood outside the door. It was clear she was not accompanying you any further, so you gave her a curt nod and stepped through the opening.

When the heavy metal doors fell shut behind you with a loud thunk, you were met by several pairs of eyes fixated on you. As if you were a scared animal, you could feel the hair in your neck begin to rise. Despite your feverish thoughts of reassurance and weak attempts to ease your nerves, your sense of unease had failed to dissipate.

There were three of them. None of their heads adorned the same mask as the woman that had guided you through the hallways, and two of them were sporting similar robes, though there were some differences in how they wore them. Jedi, you were sure of it.

As soon as you’d entered the room, the taller of the two Jedi took a step forward. He had a striking appearance, eyebrows casting a shadow over his blue eyes. Across his right ran a scar, marking his experience in combat. His robes were black and reddish brown, much darker than those of the red-robed young togruta who stayed in her place by the table. You did not fail to take note of the weapons hanging off their hips, subconsciously feeding into your discomfort even more.

The man in the corner stood out from the two. He was clearly not a Jedi. In the absence of robes, his body was instead covered in full white armor painted with blue stripes. This included his head, covered by a broad helmet covered in markings. A clone, you realized, eyes widening slightly. Your life being mostly secluded to a neutral planet in a neutral system, you’d only ever see brief glances of them on propaganda posters and on the occasional business trip to systems under Republic control.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the tall Jedi cleared his throat. When you gave him a good look a second time, you noticed he’d moved his hand to cover the hilt of his lightsaber, as had the younger one in the back. Right, Jedi. Mindreaders.

“Welcome.” he began, giving you a small nod. You nodded back, waiting for him to continue.

“My name is Anakin Skywalker. This is my Padawan, Ahsoka Tano.” He gestured towards his apprentice, who in turn also greeted you with a small nod. You briefly glanced at the clone in the corner, but he did not speak up to introduce himself, nor did Anakin make a move to introduce him. Oh well. Maybe he was not to be in contact with you directly, who knows what hierarchy they set up in these Temples?

“[Name].” you responded briefly, nothing more, nothing less.

“[Name].” Anakin echoed your name back at you. “It was your distress signal we received last week, then. We know the basic details of the situation described, but following your message, the Council has been unable to make contact with any representative from your planet. Would you mind explaining what’s going on back there?” You scoffed.

“I would, actually. Having said that, I want to make it clear I am not telling you anything before we have laid down some ground rules.” Despite the hints towards their ability to read your mood and mind from earlier, this seemed to catch them all by surprise. Anakin’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and Ahsoka exchanged a glance with the clone behind him.

“Not telling u- But you’re the one who contacted us for help.” His voice was stern, but mostly laced with surprise.

“The only reason I visited this war-forsaken place was because this is the Jedi’s conflict to resolve! Nobody else’s!” you snarled, somehow working up the courage to jab him in his chest. “The Hakheen system has been a neutral system for the entire duration of the war that you started. We’ve done everything we can to keep ourselves uninvolved with the conflict- and a decade of hard work was undone when you decided to take over our only two neighboring systems! Your thoughtless actions are what put us on the Separatist radar which has now resulted in a full hostile planetary takeover!”

“What?” the togruta spoke up for the first time, giving you a wide-eyed stare.

It was just as you feared. Hakheen’s takeover had been effectively kept a secret from the rest of the galaxy. Not only did that mean the Jedi Order would only have your word to go off, it also meant you really had been the only person to escape the droid suppression and the blockade around the planet.

“You’re sure? The entire planet has been subject to a takeover, not just your region?” Anakin chimed back in, putting himself past your hostile disposition towards him.

“Trust me, General, I don’t want to be here either. I’d rather have come groveling at the feet of anyone before I came licking the boots of the Jedi Order. But the scale of this invasion has left me with no choice but to come knocking at your door. Like I said, this is your responsibility and you are to fix this mess that you made. After we have been liberated, the Republic will leave us be and we can call this even.”

Ahsoka struggled to speak for a moment, the markings across her brow furrowing. “But that’s not a fair assessment to make.” she retorted. Your gaze met with hers, feeling your blood begin to run a few degrees hotter with building anger. “The Jedi Order only steps in when-” “Snips.” Anakin’s firm voice interrupted her. The Jedi had turned his head to face her, shooting her a warning glance. “Enough.”

This was difficult enough as is. You clearly did not trust either of them, which meant that any form of discussion or negotiation was going to be a struggle. Even if they didn’t agree with your point of view, there was no point in arguing against it. Letting the Separatists enslave the population of a planet being used for a large-scale assault against the Republic was not something they could ignore regardless.

You were grateful for the intervention. Ahsoka was clearly younger than you, but given the situation and your emotional state, you don’t know how long you could’ve kept your cool.

“I agree that we should stage a counterattack. It’s in everyone’s best interest, from what you have described.” Anakin explained calmly. “But that doesn’t mean we can just blindly agree to your terms. Regardless of whether or not we believe you- and trust me, we do- we will need more concrete proof that what you are saying is true. And if we are to negotiate terms like this with you, you need some form of political status.” Averting your eyes, you stared at the ground. You didn’t have a proper response to that. Sure, you had political aspirations growing up, but the situation you grew up in did not allow many people from Hakheen to pursue their dreams. Despite your promising education, like most people, you were forced to sell animal parts you and your family hunted to make ends meet. There was no room and no budget to invest in some vague ambassadorial aspirations, and this was likely the furthest you’d come in that regard.

“There were others.” you decided to pivot, realizing there was no lying your way out of this anyways. “I was with a group of six escapees. Among them was our Minister of Intersystemary Affairs and two ambassadors to different planets in the Outer Rim, don’t know which.” For the first time in that conversation you looked desperate. You eyed Anakin questioningly, slightly hopeful your presumptions were incorrect.

“We… haven’t heard anything but your distress signal.” he responded quietly. “I’m sorry.”

You could feel your heart skin in your chest. That severely complicated the situation. Although you hated to admit it, Anakin was right. Nobody on Coruscant had any reason to take someone of your age and status, or rather lack thereof, seriously.

After a moment of silence, Anakin took a step back. “Either way, this is enough information to alert the Council and to send people to look into the situation. Especially considering the urgency, this will be dealt with swiftly.”

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose in thought and frustration. “Even with how long the Senate takes to allow, well… fucking anything?”

“For matters that impede our ability to defend ourselves we don’t have to run it by the Senate. Otherwise we’d be handing our asses on a plate to the Seppies at their every move.” He cracked a grin at his own joke before quickly steeling his expression again. “Considering what you told us about an imminent attack on neighboring systems, I consider that more than enough probable cause to take action.” You softly exhaled a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. Seems like something was going your way at the very least. Bitterly, you thought how the impending attack on the Republic was the only incentive they had to act so quickly. Still, you’d take their selfish help over waiting for your people to die anyday.

“You two, with me.” Anakin turned around. “We will be right back.” The clone and the padawan followed right behind him, and you watched the door close, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Just as you were, Rex was also left to stew in his own thoughts as he followed the two Jedi out of the meeting room. The information weighed on his mind. He’d of course heard the stories of how the Trade Federation attempted to pressure Naboo into signing a treaty with a takeover and a blockade. It wasn’t entirely new territory for the Jedi Order to deal with. But he’d never heard of a successful quiet overtake to this extent before. This was on a whole new level, even for the Separatists.

Furthermore, he was not entirely sure what to make of the character they’d just met. Although he had nothing against you personally, you did not present yourself as the easiest person to work with. They were going to have to find a way past that if you really were the only person who could testify about what the Separatists were carrying out on Hakheen.

Still, there was a lot he admired about you, even from such a short interaction.

Separatist blockades could be a serious hazard. Those things had cost the Republic a lot of men over the years, both regular pilots and clones alike. It was nothing short of a miracle you had managed to break through one, but was also undoubtedly a sign of skill on some level.

He also had to admit he admired your resolve. For as far as he could tell, you weren’t military. Time and time again he’d seen that the challenge of stepping up for what was right was too difficult for many people, even if the situation forced them too. You’d proved well enough you were not a part of that group.

“Rex, a moment. Snips, you go on ahead.”

On queue, the clone captain straightened his back. “General Skywalker.”

Anakin looked between him and Ahsoka rounding the corner at the end of the hallway before continuing. “I think you should stay with our guest. I was originally going to have Ahsoka stay with them while I discussed our plan of action with you, since she’s probably a bit better at small talk than the two of us. But, as you could see, our friend isn’t exactly comfortable around a bunch of Jedi.”

Your discomfort was hard to miss, even without the outright spiteful curses you spat at them.

“Good point, sir. But don’t you think this discomfort extends to any aspect of the Republic?”

“Eh, not really.” Anakin shrugged. “But it’s worth a shot. It’s not what I sensed, anyways. And I don’t think they’re particularly eager to hang out with Snips after what happened back there. We need them around here in case the Council wants to question them. Just act relaxed, try to put them at ease.”

Rex hummed. “Alright sir. I’ll await further instructions.” he stated, nodding quickly before turning back around.

Though you couldn’t discern what they were saying, the fact you could hear their voices humming faintly through the thick doors made you uneasy. They were talking about you, you were sure of it. The General had sounded sincere enough when you explained your situation to him, but you had no way to tell whether he was being sincere or not. The Jedi had a reputation for being deceptive, and for likening themselves to heroes despite being warmongers.

For all you knew, you’d done nothing but initiate a second territorial takeover with this stunt. But, then again, doing anything to try and fix the situation was worth trying over being complacent with the millions of deaths on your home planet.

You were snapped out of your restless train of thought by the door sliding back open, revealing the clone captain from earlier standing in the doorway. The Jedi were no longer with him. Probably they’d gone off to relay your message to that Council they mentioned earlier, you figured.

As the man headed towards one of the chairs on the other side of the meeting room table, your eyes followed him sharply, though it was more out of curiosity than distrust. Although you’d seen and heard a couple of clones distantly during your business trips to nearby Republic systems, this was the first time you encountered one up close and personal.

Of course you'd seen that helmet plenty of times, whether it be on Republic propaganda posters or the holonet. It almost looked fake to be met with one in real life. Though you noted his was far more decorated than the ones you’d seen in illustrations before. Aside from the two deep blue markings glaring at you above his visor, the surface was absolutely covered in tally marks. You could only guess whether it represented the number of lives he took or the number of battles he’d fought his way through, but you didn’t doubt it marked his skill in combat.

“Ah, right. Sorry. Where are my manners?” His modulated voice snapped you out of your gaze. You could feel the embarrassment rise up in your chest as you realized you’d been staring at him like a frightened lothcat.

Swiftly, the man removed his helmet, leaving it to rest on his hip under his arm. Once again, the face you were met with was one you’d definitely seen in illustrations many times before, but never had you seen it in person.

“No, no, I’m sorry.” you apologized with a dull tone, too flustered to keep looking him in the eye. “I was staring.”

Rex cracked a small smile as he placed his battle-worn helmet down on the table, taking a seat diagonally across from yours. Quietly, he still wondered how he was going to approach you, considering mediation was not exactly his specialty. However, it seemed that Anakin was right to a certain extent at least. They’d only just left the room and your attitude was already nothing like it was five minutes ago.

“I’ve never met a clone before.” you continued at his silence, feeling the need to explain yourself.

“Right. We don’t go to neutral systems unless we have a good reason to. Having our men on ground untouched by the war usually causes more unrest than it is worth. You don’t visit Republic systems often, then?”

“Not much, no.” you replied, slacking your shoulders a little. “Sometimes, though. To sell our stuff elsewhere. We're hunters.” Rex rested his elbow on his knee, leaning forward. “Hunters, eh?” he asked, interested. His position did not often require him to make small talk with civvies.

“Yeah. Most of our planet’s exports are minerals. My family members from a few generations back or something decided to capitalize on something else. I mean- We sell most of our meat on Hakheen, but the horns and bones are sought after in other systems. But… yeah, that’s probably not something that’s going to draw any clones to our booth.”

“Guess not.” Rex chuffed, leaning back into his seat again with crossed arms. The captain was not exactly familiar with your planet or the wildlife it contained, but he figured it wasn’t a small deal if it was worth the transport to other systems to sell your products.

The room became quiet again as you both struggled to find something to say. You found the courage to look up at him again, giving his face a proper look.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt you’d seen that face countless times online before, but there were a lot of details to his appearance that set him apart from the mental image of a clone you’d built up over the years. The most obvious was that his roots were blonde, as opposed to the trademark brown you were used to reading about. You vaguely wondered if he dyed it to stand out as an individual, or if it was a phenotypic abnormality he was born with.

The second thing that caught your attention were his eyes. They were nothing like the cold, battle-hungry stares you’d come to learn they all supposedly had. There was a certain tension to his posture that stayed present even as the two of you conversed about nothing, but his eyes carried a strength that was more reassuring than threatening. It honestly made him a lot more handsome than the faces you remembered from the posters.

Rex cleared his throat, thinking of a sensible way to ask the question that weighed on his mind.

“If you don’t mind me asking, sir… How were you able to penetrate the blockade? We’ve lost a lot of good men to those, no matter the size of the blockade. It might help us strategize on how to get through.”

You took a deep breath, your fingers interlocking nervously. You hated thinking back to that day. The trip to Coruscant had been a laborious traumatizing trip on its own, but it did not compare to the hell you had to endure to break through the Separatist army.

“Apologies. I shouldn't have asked that until General Skywalker is back.”

“No.” you quickly responded. “No, it’s fine. Honestly though, it’s probably not the answer you’re looking for. I just- I just got lucky.” Feet rubbing together in a nervous tic, you continued. “I know none of the crafts near the west of the capital did not even make it out of the atmosphere. My group all managed to overwhelm the droids stationed at the southeastern airport for long enough to hijack a few spacecrafts. From there on out I guess I just got lucky.”

“It takes more than just luck to survive something like this.” Rex reassured you gently. Though he sounded genuine, you couldn’t agree with him.

“To a certain extent, perhaps. But I was panicking and I guess that ended up being in my favor. We all decided to split up to heighten our chances of one of us breaking through. I heated up my hyperdrive as soon as I passed the atmosphere and just prayed to whatever gods I could think of that I wouldn't blast myself through a star.”

“You didn’t do calculations?”

“No, none. I was right above a city south of the capital when I made the jump. Didn’t end up seeing any ships from the blockade, but they must have been there. Nobody else I left ever contacted me after I made it through.”

Rex made a mental note to ask you about the details of that location later. Identifying a potential weak spot in their blockade could be vital to a successful mission, but he sensed you’d been asked enough about this for today.

“It’s good that you took that risk. I promise your case is in good hands with General Skywalker. He personally insisted on tackling it as soon as he received your distress signal. We will do everything to ensure your planet will be free of Seppies when we leave.”

Despite sighing through your nose, you managed to flash him a weak smile. Even if you weren’t particularly fond of the Jedi Order and the factions it was allied with, you had desperately needed someone to just be kind to you after the horrendous situation you’d found yourself in for the past week.

“Thank you, uh…” Your voice trailed off as you stared at him, questioningly.

“Captain Rex. At your service.”

You gave him a proper smile this time, nodding. You were about to open your mouth to continue the conversation, when a high-pitched beeping started emanating from Rex’s wrist. His comlink. You stared as he pressed the button, a light blue hologram of the General you’d met earlier springing up from the device. “Rex, you should come over here. Both of you.”

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PING Daycare_Attendent_LightMode ERROR DESTINATION HOST UNREACHABLE

Moon hides in the closet turned staging area/bedroom that he and Sun share, keeping out of the lights and ignoring the calls from their human assistants below. The daycare would be opening in 43.25 minutes and Sun would usually be downstairs, prepping for the early morning rush of kids getting dropped off before parents went off to work.

Sunny is not responding.

Moon has tried everything short of actually stepping out into the light because doing that would mean either talking with the assistants and if Sun didn't come out... He'd be forced to talk to the assistants while looking like Sun, and that seemed even more unpleasant.

A knock startles Moon from his renewed efforts at contacting Sunny; for a split second he wonders if the sound is in his programming and Sun has somehow summoned a door to play games with in their shared code. But no, it's sadly a knock, a very insistent if light sound, coming from the human sized door that they'd half-hidden behind a pile of spare toys and boxes meant for the daycare.

"Sunny? Are you in there? Everything okay?"

The daycare opens in 31.59 minutes.

Moon doesn't want to answer; his voice is a dead giveaway that this is not Sun currently in control. The knocking continues, and he paces, clawing at his faceplate. It's equal part distress and performance. The knocking and constant soft "Sunny?" is gonna drive him up the wall.

"Okay something is wrong. I'm gonna get one of the janitors. They should have a key to get in."

"No!" The boxes rip in his haste, glitter and paper scattering. The door's hinges screech in protest as it opens long enough to jerk the human on the other side into the room and slam shut again. "Do not tell."

"Ow, what, Moon? Where's Sunny?" Moon lets go of their arm like it's on fire. This is one of the newer assistants, someone who still treats the animatronics as human and not an annoyance. Well, he's just screwed that up.

Moon pantomimes shushing, one long finger pressed against his unmoving smile as he squats to be level with the assistant. "Don't speak so loudly," he warns. "Sunny isn't here."

"Isn't... what?" Oh, they are not quiet, not quiet in the least. Moon covers their mouth instead, the if, then rhetoricals playing out fragmenting as an error stiffens his servos until he can dismiss it. He's not hurting the assistant, he's not.

"Sunny isn't here," he repeats, more softly, insistently. "Don't yell. Draws attention." When they nod, his faceplate tilts. "Promise." They nod again, crossing an x over their heart for good measure. Moon pulls his hand back, but it hovers close, anxiety high. If they yell or try to run, he'd have to stop them. How?

"Are you okay?"

A pause, Moon's face untwisting and retwisting counterclockwise. Processing is slow. There's too many variables, and his fans are slow to kick on.

"You're not. C'mon, let's sit. Do you sit?"

They're guiding Moon to a dilapidated couch they'd squirreled away from one of the breakrooms when it was meant to be tossed. Moon sits, staring as they sit next to him, drawn into Moon's space from the weight.

"Okay. Explain what you mean by Sun is gone." There's a red mark on their cheek, a spot they absently rub. Moon's hands click as he flex's his fingers.

"Not found. Dunno where, but no response in here." Moon taps at the back of his head. "We were fine last night. Plugged in to charge for this morning. Woke up and he's gone."

"Oh." Their face scrunches up in thought, fingers moving from their cheek to tug at a lock of hair. "What have you tried so far?"

"Diagnostics. Restarting. Defragmentation. Testing code. More I can feel where he's meant to be. He's not there."

"Should we go to Parts and Services?"

"No." The venom in his voice startles the assistant. They cringe back into the couch. "No techs."

"Why--" They cut themselves off, looking around the dilapidated room and Moon's own unmoving face. They frown, looking down at their hands. "Nevermind. But what do we do? We need Sunny for playtime."

Moon shakes his head. "Dunno. Hasn't happened since we were repurposed. No techs."

"No techs," they reply. "But maybe we can use Parts and Services after the plex is closed? You could walk me through the process."

"Why help?" Moon can't help the suspicion in his voice, especially as the red mark hasn't especially faded. They shrug, looking Moon over and then away.

"I'm trying to think how upsetting it'd be to wake up and not have part of myself there. Dunno how to make to correlate exactly but... yeah. It doesn't seem fun."

"No. Not fun," Moon agrees. The assistant stands in front of Moon, offering their pinky. He stares at it in confusion.

"I promise I'll not tell anyone what's going on if you promise to come with me downstairs after work is over. I'll tell people that you two are having a maintenance day? It should work."

"Should." Moon slowly links pinkies with them, his fingers dwarfing the human's. "Sorry for grabbing."

"Well, now that I know why, there's no hard feelings. You're just really strong!" They let out a laugh, but Moon can't tell if it's genuine. They move towards the door. "I should go now. We open in shit 15 minutes. I gotta let everyone know the cover story."

Moon doesn't know entirely how to reply, so he remains silent. They linger for a moment, clearly wanting a response. With none forthcoming, they continue. "It's gonna be okay Moon. Sunny's just... on vacation. He'll be back."

"Thank you." His voice is small, made even smaller by how empty the room is once the assistant leaves.

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@biblically-accurate-dca

nooot my best writing but you have me inspired by the idea of Sunny being MIA so I spat this out right quick.

#daycare attendant #fnaf dca #dca au #fnaf daycare attendant #dca #fnaf au #fnaf moon #moon dca #my writing #vacation au

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I saw the yandere! Plat! Kraang post and I LOVE it!! It’s so well written! Could you do a continuation if you haven’t? Have a good night/day!!

@yanderefangirl @devilgirl101 @ladydoe8 <--- Sorry about Kevin.

@kobiisworld

Part1:!

952 words.

Continuing off of the scenario, seeing as it's part headcanons and scenario.

Something feels... wrong. Although the kraang monsters have turned off the lights and, this is new, given you a blanket and soft place to sleep, the ability to sleep is nigh impossible with the feeling of eyes crawling on you. Barely opening your eyes to flip to the other side of your body, the bot that's your current watcher stomps over to you.

"That which is known as 'sleeping' is commenced during that which is known as 'bedtime' or 'night time', an expanse of time in darkness." Groaning, and covering your head, "y'know, you don't need to use so many words just to say 'go back to sleep'." The droid steps back, "I give what is known as apologies." You wave it away. "s'fine. Stop watching me sleep though." He steps away methodically and sits in the corner, his eyes aren't on you anymore, but the feeling is still there. Fully opening your eyes now, you can see several kraang outside of the cell door with something that looks like a camera from your dimension clicking almost constantly.

Quickly flipping back over so you can't face them, clicking still playing outside and inside of your mind. Your stomach turning. They've been watching you, taking pictures and god knows what else. How many months have they been doing this?

Suddenly, a thought pops into your head. How long have you been in the kraang dimension earth time, how long is kraang time? It had been 200 kraang days, but how long is a kraang day? Is it equal to a normal earth day, or is it shorter? You can't trust your biological clock because of the stuff they put into at first, so you can't use that...

Hours go by, or is it really hours? go by trying to equate kraang time and earth time, and the lights within your cell flicker to life. The kraang droid uncrouches from his position, if he were human it would be considered 'springing up from his position', but he's not human. How did you ever once consider this human?

"Human. That which is-" "breakfast is the part of the routine happening now. I GET IT!" You yell the last part of what you said at him, leading to a step back from him being a little shocked at the fact that you yelled. You hadn't done that before. Something happens and the droid twitches and electricity comes out before dropping to the floor, the actual kraang brain coming out and rushing out the door.

You sit down on the floor, knees curling up and resting against your chest. Trying to calm down is an almost fruitless endeavor, but it for some reason works on your breathing. Taking slow, deep breaths and you calm yourself from your anger. A differing droid shows up and it's one of the human looking ones, like Kevin. Kevin was one of the better ones. He would give you extra food and tell you jokes he heard while pretending to be human. "Human. You have upset kraang. This hurts our feelings and as such, no food for the first meal." You glare at him, although nothing changes with his face, facial features wise. A couple of moments and then the droid changes position, putting it's arms behind his back. "But, Kraang sub-prime has informed us that humans don't like being confined, and although those that are-" It seems to struggle to speak, although it is using less words- "autistic do enjoy rigid schedules, it appears as we were informed by Kraang sub-prime, that ours is too rigid for humans. As such, we apologize and shall give more freedom. That shall be tomorrow, however, as you still upset Kraang."

You nod, swallowing thick saliva. "Alright. I understand." He, the droid, nods and then walks out of the room, although positioned right outside of the window to the room. You pout, and then grab the blanket and lay back down. It's been around 3 months that you've been here. Why haven't the turtles come back?

Falling back asleep now that there is no feeling of eyes crawling on your skin, you wake up to the darkness of the room, and the droid still outside the window. Swallowing your spit, your mouth is dry and tastes weird. Going up to the window and knocking on it, he turns around and sees you, then going to the door and entering inside the room.

"The lights are off because it is night time in Kraang world. We did not force you to wake when it was day time." You nod. "Yeah. I noticed." It nods and then waits. "Is there something that Kraang may get you, food or water? You are no longer permitted outside the room for the remainder of the week as punishment." You nod again, makes sense to you, although completely unfair. "Was that a nod of understanding or that you needed something?" You blink forcefully and can hear your eyelids make contact with the other and then answer.

"Water, please." You pause between water and please as you tacked the last word on, only remembering to be more polite as it may get the week over with faster.

He leaves, leaving you alone in the room, and someone else takes his place, a purple mechanical droid in place of a humanoid one. Looking closer, the way that the droid moved was more fluid, more human, so to speak. Kind of like Kevin. The droid looks around and then walks inside, a smile then breaking on the kraang brain's face. He steps closer and the voice that speaks is too similar to simply be a coincidence, too familiar to not be a friend.

"Kevin?"

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #tw yandere #x reader #platonic #headcanon #yandere #yandere tmnt #yandere kraang #kraang #kraang tmnt #tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #part of a fic

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Don’t Blame Me || Homelander

-PART TWO-

Warnings: Gore, violence, course language, angst, mature themes, 18+.

Summary: After several long and uneventful months since John’s abrupt departure, Vought’s plan to present the Cerberus project to the public as a superhuman taskforce roughly forces you back into working with The Boys. This time, things will be more difficult as new threats arise, and former friends turn against each other. And all for what? Love makes people crazy, and John will stop at nothing to protect you.

Authors Note: SEQUEL SERIES TO BEND AND BREAK. Here it is! The long awaited sequel to Bend and Break. I am so excited to be writing this, I have so many surprises in store that you guys simply aren’t ready for. If time permits with university starting back up again, I plan for this series to be a little longer than its predecessor. Unfortunately the update schedule will remain the same as I will be very busy, but any spare minute I have will be dedicated to getting this series out there. So please enjoy Don’t Blame Me. A tag list is currently open for anyone wishing to be notified for future parts. Gif by @energyending

|PART ONE|

Ever since Stan Edger had come into power, Vought had prospered.

Everywhere you looked throughout the city, there was always some form of advertisement that played on the amazing power of The Seven, and the heroic sacrifice Stormfront and The Deep had made in order to ‘protect the people’.

It made you sick.

Memories from that night haunted you day and night, when they had come to your apartment to kill you. You could still feel the phantom splinters of wood in your skin, your body aching at the memory of Stormfront throwing you into the cabinets. You swore that even after a year, you still had those bruises. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm your racing heart, and the feeling of panic that began to settle in the pit of your stomach. The noise of the city began to blend together in a chorus of people shouting, cars honking, and tyres screeching.

You closed your eyes briefly, being pushed along by the crowds of people as you tried to calm yourself down. Your hands began to shake, your chest began to tighten. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, and your eyes began to sting with tears. You were growing angry and frustrated with yourself, pushing your way through the waves of people before finding yourself in a small dirty alley. You made a beeline for one of the dumpsters, crouching down behind it as you allowed yourself a moment of silence to calm down. All the noise of the city seemed so distant now as you focused on trying to calm yourself down, breathing through that sick feeling as it threatened to spill over.

You swallowed the bile in your throat, the last thing you wanted to do was vomit in some disgusting alley. The mere thought of someone seeing you like this filled you with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. As you slowly began to calm down, you lifted your gaze upward towards the sky, and released a long sigh as you watched the small patch of open sky that protruded through the buildings around you. Covered by a thick layer of grey clouds, you could feel a few small drops of rain settle on your cheeks.

A smile formed on your lips, a tired sob escaping you as you allowed yourself to lean back against the alley wall with your body relaxing completely. You brought your knees to your chest and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of the raindrops against your skin. As it began to rain harder your smile only widened, but you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness replace your previous panicked state. The source of this sadness had been playing on your mind since…since John left.

An overwhelming sense of loneliness settled on your chest, another sob escaping you as you allowed yourself this moment of vulnerability. You missed him so much, you needed him, now more than anything. But you couldn’t…you just…couldn’t. He left to protect you, but you felt as if everything was falling apart, more than it already was.

A shadow suddenly appeared over your closed vision, the feeling of the raindrops on your face disappearing. Opening your eyes abruptly, you had to blink in order to see through the blurring of tears, but once your vision cleared, your eyes widened as a grateful smile formed on your lips.

Noir stood before you, staring down at your huddled frame with an umbrella in hand extended over you as he shielded you from the rain. His head tilted sideways as he seemingly looked you over, examining you for any signs of harm, his spare hand clenching into a fist by his side. You grinned at his stance, a small chuckle leaving you as you fixed your position and ended up crossing your legs.

“How did you find me?” you asked softly, giving him a small, embarrassed smile. In typical Noir fashion he remained silent, but there was something about his body language that told you everything you needed to know. You sighed, pressing your lips into a thin line “Okay, different question. How long have you been following me?” You spoke calmly, wiping your eyes and staring up at the Super before you questioningly. Noir’s shoulder’s slumped, his head falling slightly as his head moved back into an upright position. You nodded slowly, the answer coming to you from his silence.

“A while huh?” You mumbled, sniffling lightly as you slowly moved to get up off the alley floor. Once stood to your feet, you brushed off your pants and groaned at the dust and dirt that fell off her clothes. As it began to rain harder, Noir extended the umbrella towards you, wiggling his hand slightly in gesture. You laughed, taking the umbrella from him with a grateful nod before looking him over.

“You know, you’ve only ever spoken to me once. I miss your voice you know, there’s no one around-“

“Oh I know, I’m just used to being quiet”.

You gave him a playful glare, sticking out your tongue and laughing softly. The Supe chuckled, shaking his head as he moved to stand under the umbrella with you. You stared into his eyes through his helmet, releasing a short sight. “It’s good to see you, Noir.”

“You too…” he spoke kindly, gesturing towards you with his hand, “…how long has this been going on?”

“It’s nothing to worry about-“

“Don’t be stupid, Y/n. How long-“

“I’m fine, really…” you tried to deflect, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly with an exasperated huff “…really. I just need to work some things out.”

You knew that Noir didn’t believe a word you said, the way his head tilted slightly confirmed your suspicions. But he didn’t question you as you watched his shoulders tense up once again. Just when you thought that the topic had been dismissed, you heard Noir sigh heavily.

“He listens to you, you know”.

Your eyes widened, and your heart began to beat faster. You looked up at the Supe with confused expression, taken aback by his sudden admission.

“…He…he what?”

Noir stepped closer to you, only mere inches away as he spoke softly, “Homelander. He didn’t want me to tell you, and he’s probably listening to us now, but I don’t give a shit. He misses you, a lot.” Your eyes stung with tears once more, but you quickly wiped them away with your free hand. Your heart swelled and your mind raced as you released a shaky breath. “What do you mean he listens?”

“I mean exactly that. He listens to make sure you’re okay, making sure that Stan keeps his promise. If you ever need him, all you have to do is call, and he’ll be there”.

You felt you heart swell as you nodded slightly, releasing a short sigh. The two of you stood in a comfortable silence for a while, until your phone began to ring in your jacket pocket. You groaned, Noir chuckling as you grabbed your phone, and frowned at the number displayed on the screen. You didn’t recognise it, but a strange feeling urged you to answer the call.

Pressing the phone to your ear, you spoke softly. “Hello?”

“Hello. Am I speaking with Y/n Ln?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “It is…sorry, who am I speaking to?”

“Sorry, this is Mr. Lautner. I am the principal here at Max’s school and I was wondering if I could talk to you about your nephew?”

Your eyes widened, your gaze flickering to the Supe beside you as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Oh um, sure. Did something happen?-“

“There’s been an incident at the school, and we need you to come in. I understand if you can’t, but we’ve already tried contacting both parents and neither of them have answered their phones. We don’t usually do this, but you are the only other adult we could contact, and Max asked for you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and but your lip. Anger and frustration bubbled inside you, not at your nephew, but at his parents. Your brother, Michael, should have been available. Since the divorce had been put through, he had a lot of free time lately. And his ex-wife Laura, who knows. But surely, she would take time off work to help her son, right?

You nodded, though the principal couldn’t see you and sighed. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Thank you, Miss L/n. We’ll see you soon.”

After ending the call, you clenched your jaw as you gave Noir a thin smile. “I have to go…it was good seeing you.”

The Supe nodded wordlessly, though you knew that behind that mask, he was giving you a kind and knowing smile. You tried gave him back the umbrella, which the Supe declined and gestured for you to keep it. With a small laugh and a roll of your eyes, you waved goodbye to the Supe and left the alley, re-joining the crowds of the busy city as you made your way towards Max’s school.

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thesmokinpossum · 3 months

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just got some really fucked up news (that don't affect me directly but still mess me up real bad) but I still have to work and do all my school work including my latin exam in 3 days so that's super cool i guess

#watch me overfocus on the godfather even more so i can at least escape from this reality for brief moments at a time #stop reading my tags here if you don't want to read about serious shit #but yeah the serial rapist i used to go to college with was acquitted of 4 out of 19 charges #and he's currently working on getting the others dropped #there's somes that have hard material evidences so i don't think he's gonna get away scot free per say #but like..this is québec anyway so he'll get what 10 years? minus the time he already did #and then he'll go to 3 therapy sessions cry about how sad his life was and how his mommy never loved him so he just *had* to rape women #and they're all gonna be like wooooow so rehabilitated! an amazing success!#and then they're gonna send him back in the world and he'll be able to start terrorizing and hurting women and girls like he always did #he probably won't be older than 40 by the time he got out so that gives him so much time to hurt so many more #i just feel so defeated about the whole thing #genuinely praying that he get killed in jail

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floydsteeth · 5 months

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I love how within three days I went from

"I need to draw I need to draw!!" *draws too much in one day and burns out really bad*

To, crying at the sight of my sketchbook

#Now I have artblock #yippee 👍#I'm still gonna work on the modern au because I refuse to drop it anytime soon especially over art block #I might just work more on like #Headcannons and not drawing related stuff having to do with au's #I have no idea what I'm talking about #It is 6:30 am and I have not slept #Granted I woke up at 4pm #But the sleep problem might be the cause of my art problems #Hmmmm maybe #I'm gonna just make a list of things I think the characters would dl or like #So I can draw them later #Currently I have two things I think though #Gilbert was/is into homestuck #You cannot change my mind #And alter Keith gets frequent piercings without telling other keith #And other Keith will consistently take them out if they are face piercings #because he doesn't want to come off as scary #I want pop #And like an unreasonable amount of fruit

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acrosstimeandspace · 1 year

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first few days of summer break has NOT been good actually very stressed. i need hugs

#not being communicated to about things i need to be communicated to at work is making me wanna scream #i just wanna know what i’m supposed to be doing!!!! i wanna work!!! please tell me what to work on!!!#being in my apartment even if i’m going out is making me stir crazy #like yesterday i picnicked & today i went for groceries #but it’s not the same as like talking to people and going around and seeing familiar faces #i emailed 1 of my bosses to ask but he hasn’t gotten back to me yet #even if i don’t get info i’m dropping by work to see my other boss #bc if my 2nd main boss doesn’t have stuff for me to do i know my other higher up will! hopefully!#hopefully i find her bc our current place is moving so idk where to find her #and no one told me specifically where to find her #fae’s vent

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arolesbianism · 1 year

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I've just been playing the new cotl update for most of the day and I'm so so close to being done with the main new story bits I think but it's also past midnight but also I'm so excited idk if I'll be able to sleep but also god damn do I need to sleep

#rat rambles #and I know I wont have long to play when I wake up tomorrow since my friends will probably wanna continue our dont starve save #and I wanna too which is why I wont say no if they do but also aghhhhhh #Ill be able to finish it once they have to go to bed but thats so long Ill have to wait 😔#anyways I saved kalamar for last since hes the hardest originally but based off my current load out I think Ill be fine #aka literally every other bishop died in seconds due to my bomb demon being over level 30 lol #Im so glad they seem to scale further now its soooooo funny walking into a room with a boss and just watching them immediately explode #also Ive been using the golden fleece more and its been going pretty well #I got up to over 500% damage one run that was cool #Ive barely been touching the heavy attacks tho but tbf thats partially cause of keyboard mapping #Ive been having so so much fun with this update tho even if Im not a huge fan of a few aspects #this has brought so much more life to the combat portion to the game for me I havent had this much fun with the combat in a while #I do still need to collect all the rellics tho Im working on it #I also feel like I should buy all the new cards but man. none of them seem very appealing to me tbh #that is one of my big problems with cotl in general getting new cards can make it harder to get the more fun or useful ones #most of the actually useful cards are the base ones or ones given to you mostly for free #everything else is mildy useful or at least fun at best and actively useless at worst #like. ooo drop ichor on hit. wow. honestly give me deaths door at that point like jesus

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randomwriteronline · 2 years

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Klavier Gavin has his eyes on the man and a smile on his lips.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he smiles and it looks sweet and nice and fake beyond recognition but he is honest when he speaks. “I thought you were busy defending every single accused of an entire country.”

Apollo Justice has his eyes on the man and does not smile.

His shoulders shift in some kind of uncoordinated shrug, he avoids the other’s gaze for a moment: “Law schools are booming,” he explains in that way that he speaks, so matter-of-factly and dry. “I’ve gotten some time off to come back.”

Klavier Gavin hums and nods: “A little vacation must be nice.”

Apollo Justice is not in his screaming red suit, which is jarring but makes sense since he is not working. It’s still an insane amount of whiplash, because they are colleagues so to speak, and it feels like he is either naked or a completely different person who was mistaken for the screaming attorney. It feels like it’s not a state a colleague is supposed to see him in.

Apollo Justice looks back at Klavier Gavin in the eyes.

“How are you?”

Klavier Gavin turns his smile bitter and tilts his head.

“You know I do not like this game of yours, Herr Justice.”

Before Apollo Justice can unfurl from his own shoulders where he has recoiled defensively and argue about the statement, Klavier Gavin gives a vague wave at the large golden bracelet on his wrist.

“I cannot be honest with you and I cannot lie to you. So when you decide you want to play your little spot-the-differences game you get me in a nice little cage where no matter what I do you get your pie and you eat it too, and I don’t like that in the slightest.” he says.

“It’s not a game,” Apollo Justice replies.

“And what is it then, worry? Concern? I know you’re a clever boy who reads his news of the legal world, you know enough. Didn’t you even call me? Yes you did, I remember that.”

Klavier Gavin has a voice like ice and a stare that’s like slowly pushing nails into the hands of his interlocutor. He wants him to feel uncomfortable.

He wants him to leave.

“It’s been a while since then,” Apollo Justice mutters.

“And what do you care?” Klavier Gavin gives him the most beautiful smile he’s ever given a man and tilts his head to the other side with a practiced airy laugh, looking as charming as a prince. “What have we got in common, hm? Aside from a few cases? Verdammtes Nichts, as far as I remember. Oh, but you are sweet.”

Now the words drip molasses, but Klavier Gavin doesn’t bend down teasingly.

“Getting worried for me. Is it Fraulein Wright who sent you? Is it Herr Edgeworth? Is it Herr Wright? Is it that friend of your co-worker, that judge-in-training? Woods, was it?”

“I came here by my own volition.”

“Of course you did.”

Apollo Justice glares at him angrily.

“Would it kill you to believe I really did come just to check on you?”

“Interesting choice of words.”

Apollo Justice bites his tongue and glares harder.

“I’m fine,” Klavier Gavin laughs, hands in the air, “I’m not fine at all, but considering I used to think of killing myself thrice a day I suppose that just once weekly is far better, ja? Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Don’t say things like that,” Apollo Justice mutters.

“Why not? Is it not the truth? What does your bracelet say, am I lying? Will you have to press on and cross-examine me?”

The bracelet is perfectly unresponsive.

Klavier Gavin smiles.

Apollo Justice glares.

“I don’t like you at all, you know,” Klavier says suddenly.

His smile drops.

“I don’t like you in the slightest. I truly cannot stand you.”

Now he looks at Apollo like he’s some kind of specimen to study, with a face like death, and the younger man seems to make himself smaller.

“I have nothing against you and I don’t like you at all,” Klavier continues remaining perfectly still.

Apollo doesn’t reply.

“Did you know I tried to kill myself four times?” Klavier asks. Of course he doesn’t know. Even Herr Edgeworth only knows of one. “The first time I wanted to bleed out in a bathtub after Kristoph got convicted.”

Apollo sinks in his shoulders, uncomfortable.

“The second I tried to defenestrate myself,” Klavier continues, looking at him to see how far he can go to make him shrivel and leave. “For Daryan. Because I couldn’t stand getting reminded of all that. You remember Daryan, don’t you. Don’t you? You were right there. I bet you remember him.”

Apollo does but says nothing.

“The third time I tried to… Well, the third time was pathetic.” Klavier notes. “Hanging myself with a tie. Not even hanging. I tried choking myself with a tie. Can you believe that I thought tying the loose ends to a door handle and kicking the door away from me would have just snapped my neck in half?”

Apollo recoils.

“I was so certain of that. But it came undone and I just knocked myself out on the floor. Must have been hilarious to look at. Absolutely pathetic. It was Miss Corte’s tie, my teacher, the one who got murdered? She got it for me. You can piece this one together yourself, can’t you? You’re so clever. So verdammt clever. Ein verdammt klug Kaninchen, bist du nicht, Herr Justice. Doch du bist.”

Apollo doesn’t even look at him in the eyes anymore.

Klavier wants to kick him in the stomach and ask him what is taking so long for him to fucking leave.

“Do you know for who I wanted to kill myself the fourth time?” Klavier asks. Apollo shakes his head slowly. “Guess. Come on, guess. I bet you can’t. Guess.”

Apollo doesn’t guess. Klavier keeps himself from slamming his fist against his shoulder with all his might.

”Guess, I said. We did your little bracelet game, now do mine. Guess.”

Apollo doesn’t guess.

Klavier takes one step forward, watches him close a little tighter in his shoulders.

“For you.”

Neither speak. Both just wait.

“For you,” Klavier repeats slowly. “I tried to kill myself for you.”

Apollo looks at his own feet. He can catch the tip of another pair of shoes about to enter his field of vision.

“Don’t you think that’s weird?” Klavier muses. “That all these people I loved couldn’t get me to die, but you almost did?”

Apollo bites his lower lip.

“It might have been the time it happened, du wisst. I would have split my head right open, the ambulance would have been there in fifteen minutes to get me to the morgue… All nice and clean. My only mistake was calling Herr Edgeworth to send the ambulance instead of my manager, or the Paynes. Or Blackquill, even. They don’t have the same power over me that the chief does, you understand…”

Klavier trails a moment. Takes him in.

“And I would have died because you were never coming back.”

He listens to his own words as they leave him slowly.

Apollo listens to them as well.

He looks back up, eyes pointed directly into the ones before him.

Klavier looks so fucking tired.

“You wanna sit for a while?” Apollo just says, also suddenly tired. He gestures vaguely to a nearby wall, to the pavement near it.

Klavier follows his hand with his gaze: he leans against the wall and drops so heavily there’s no way he didn’t get hurt. Apollo crouches before sitting next to him, elbows on his knees, and looks far away from him.

For a minute or so they don’t speak.

“Who gave you the right,” Klavier says, toneless. “Who gave you the right to do that to me. To make me like that.”

Apollo knows he turned his face to look at his, but holds his stare away onto the end of the corridor.

“I don’t even like you.”

Well.

“I think you’re fine.” Apollo says. “As a person.”

Klavier still looks at him: “Was ist das,” he mutters, “Ein Lob? Eine Art Liebeserklärung? Tu mir ein Gefallen und geh dich ficken. Ich habe keine Lust, diese Scheisse zu hören. Du denkst sowieso das nichts.”

“I think you’re fine.” Apollo repeats a little louder. “As a person.”

“Ja, sag das.” Klavier hisses. “Sag das lauter. Dann können alles hören, wie echt das ist. Bessischene Kaninchen vom meinem Arsch.”

“I think you’re fine,” Apollo says much louder over his insult. “As a person.”

Klavier desists and looks into nothingness with him.

They don’t talk.

For a long, long while, they don’t talk.

Thank anything and everything that those who do see them sitting miserably like that make no comment or barely even register them.

Klavier slams a fist into the wall.

“Why you?” he croaks. “Why was it you?”

He sounds in pain.

Apollo thinks it’s pretty clear. He convicted his brother; he convicted his friend.

He didn’t kill his teacher, but he was there for the trial and for the investigation, and he played courthouse with him in the same school the body had been found, with the same fucking script, forcing him to feel everything longer.

Somehow, if something horrendous happens to Klavier Gavin’s social sphere, Apollo Justice is always there.

“Did you talk to anybody?” Apollo asks. “About… The people?”

“No,” Klavier answers.

Ah.

That explains it.

Apollo Justice is the only person who knows Klavier Gavin barely has a social sphere anymore.

And once Apollo Justice flies to a fuck-off country on the literal other side of the world and just does not come back, Klavier Gavin feels the weight tenfold and lets his knees buckle horrendously and cracks his head open on the cement.

And you don’t call some guy who has worked with you a couple times for help with something like whatever all of that can be called.

Apollo Justice has people he can talk to about losses.

Klavier Gavin doesn’t, and he goes to therapy, and it’s not working that well it would seem. Or maybe he never got to consider the possibility of the last person because of whom he tried to die coming back and so his first response was vitriol and anger and some kind of something else that Athena Cykes would pick up in a moment if she could just hear him speak now once.

(Apollo might ask her if she wants to check on Klavier. She could help.)

“We can be friends,” Apollo says gently.

Klavier doesn’t look at him: “So I have a better reason to kill myself?”

“So you can call someone who cares about you to say ‘hey I feel like fucking garbage do you want to talk about how you’re the only person who knows I’m completely alone in this bitch of a world’ instead of just some fucker from work,” Apollo snaps. “And next time you say that I’ll beat you in the head. Don’t even joke about that.”

Klavier pulls his upper lip up in a snarl until his face doesn’t even look like it’s his anymore, like any moment he will turn around and tear him apart with his teeth, make him a bloody mess of gore, cannibalize his corpse.

“I hate you,” he says, and the bracelet tightens.

“That’s a strong word.”

Apollo watches him huff and bare his teeth first, then hide them.

“It is.” Klavier concedes.

Now Klavier fidgets. It’s not something visible like a physical tell or other stuff like that. There’s just a tension about him that fucks him up, it’s plain to see.

“I don’t like you,” he repeats. “I don’t even like you.”

He yields; his body leans to the side heavily, his head falls to rest on brown hair.

“I don’t even like you,” he sobs.

Apollo listens to him breathe.

He leans into him as well.

God.

“Do you want to be friends?” he asks like he’s fucking three years old and they’re kindergartners at the park or something.

The answer comes weak and honest and frankly tearful: “Yes please.”

Apollo swings an arm behind the tanned neck and over the shoulders and gives him a half hug, tugging a couple times to get him a little closer, to make him feel welcome and held enough. His mouth presses flat on blond hair and neither of them makes a deal out of it or out of the fingers combing through the wires of gold, not even a sound or a strangled cry.

“I’ve got you,” he just says against the prosecutor’s head.

Klavier believes him and feels like puking his guts out on the floor.

#klavier gavin #apollo justice #ace attorney #suicide mention #suicidal thoughts tw #cutting mention #defenestration mention #asphixiation mention #random writing #a continuation of my previous aa fic #klav continues to be not ok feat (thinks abt a post pointing to how hes flirty at first but then shows he doesnt like pollo that much)#the theme in my current works seems to be men in misery arguably because i myself am currently a man (debatable) in misery #hopefully it will stop tomorrow once i either pass or fail the next exam #if i fail im dropping tf out of uni <3 ive already failed one and im not taking any fucking chances babes!!#if i cant get it right at first then theres no fucking point trying again!!!#dont be like me kids.#other works of my men in misery series include uncomfortable weirdly hateful-but-not-really sex with murder kink(?) apparently #and two ace lads forget about asexuality existing and have miserable sex as a replacement for physical affection and romantic love #(and one of them is aromantic so the other isn't even getting what he's doing this wretched thing for)#both are in italian so good luck finding them

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