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peach-and-bugs · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you are well, I fell in love with Nat's one-shot, so I was encouraged to ask for a request, well there are two that come to my head with different characters.

"Wow, you really never got out of your angsty teenage stage, did you?" with Teen Shauna (sorry it's just that you see those eyes and they bring back a lot of melancholy).

"Please tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" with Lottie (1996) and Lottie (2021). I think with this one you can play with flashbacks of seeing what happened in the desert and their relationship in that timeline in 1996 as a reunion in 2021 somewhat angsty.

Sorry the request is so long, although I would like to add that I can imagine both requests with f reader, anyway thank you very much for everything, take your time and take care of yourself. ❤️

💚Flower stems for heartstrings - Lottie Matthews (1996 & 2021) x fem!Reader💚

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Summary: y/n finds evidence of her teenage best friend (and secret crush) being alive after all, and a possible way of finding her thanks to modern internet and goes on a personal quest to find her and the truth, all while reminiscing about their teen years...

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, fem reader that dresses both "masc" and "fem", underage drinking and smoking weed, extremely angst but with a good ending

Word Count: 8,758

A/N: woohoo! We've surpassed word count on my longest oneshot with this fic, the record previously being 6,990. And ngl, this might be one of my favorites to date! Lottie is an extra special gal who deserves an extra long one-shot, so of course I'm going to give her extra attention. What can I say, I'm not immune to favoritism. This one was actually so fun! I loved getting to write about excited, young (and medicated, let's be fr) Lottie bc I think we forget just how much the wilderness took a toll on her. She was so lively before, it makes me so sad. But, I hope I was able to give her a little bit of that liveliness back in this fic! I think in the request "desert" was supposed to be wilderness, but I wanted to have the reader be left behind, which adds a whole different kind of angst to the situation. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!💚

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-💚-

You’d only ever felt the way you did now only twice before in your life. Once when word got around that flight 2525 had mysteriously gone down in flames with no trace, and once again when you learned she’s been shipped off to god knows where for some kind of treatment. You hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye to her then and she was gone.

It was a sickly green feeling that had you kneeling over with weak knees and a stone throat. Lottie Matthews, the girl you’d had your heart set on for all of these years, wasn’t gone. She wasn’t locked away or dead like gossip has always said. She was alive and well and looked like she was thriving. And how did you find this out? Through Instagram, of course. That might have been the worst part of all of this.

One minute you’re mindlessly scrolling through your feed when an ad for a farmers market in some part of upstate New York, rather than New Jersey where you resided. But the ad featured a booth selling honey, and low and behold, there she was. Well, the photo didn’t give a clear picture of her face, but you refused to deny that it was her, despite how it made you sick. How could you forget that smile of hers after all?

You had to put your phone away after that, but it didn’t help you sleep. A few hours into staring up at the ceiling, restless with gnawing curiosity, you decided sleep wouldn’t come till you found an answer. Rather spontaneously you packed a bag and got into your car. Was this the smartest thing to do? Hell no, but you had the weekend off for work anyways, and nothing stopped you from going, so you drove through the nightstand into the morning and drove by coffee, a podcast, and the straining urge that you needed to know what was going on.

-💚-

At some point in the night, you found your mind wandering as your eyes trained on the empty highway before you, highlighted by your headlights. You reminisce a time long before, even more than 25 years ago. Back when you had been a freshman in high school during your lunch period. You moved to Wiskayok, New Jersey late in the year, giving you an even later start to your first year of high school. You’d relatively been left alone and had decided you'd be alright with that. Not everyone can have friends right? So, alone you sat outside on the school's field, picking at the grass underfoot having already finished your lunch.

Some students around you sat on the track or the stadium's bleachers with their friends, enjoying company and comradery or whatever and you didn’t like to admit how it made you jealous. But what was there for you to do to change it? You refused to look desperate and walk up to random groups of people who would probably talk about how lame you are behind your back-

“Hey, you alright?” the sudden voice in your direction yanked you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. Looking up you had to squint your eyes to try and make out who was talking to you as the sun shone in your eyes till they tilted their head, blocking it. After some adjustment from the sunspots in your eyes, you were greeted with a shy yet warm smile.

“Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you uttered awkwardly, swallowing the frog in your throat that had your voice croaking. The girl chuckled and tottered down to the ground to sit beside you in the grass. She dressed well, was one of the first things you noticed. Her pink skirt and tall white socks were very countering to your grass-stained jeans, scuffed hightops, and t-shirt.

“You sure, because you’re all by yourself,” she said rather matter of factly.

“Well, maybe I like being alone. Think of that,” she arched her brow curiously. “And as far as I know you’re alone too,” she chuckled again with a little huff.

“Tuche,” was all she replied, but she had a stupidly shiny grin on her face. Next, she reached out her hand to shake. “I’m Charlotte, by the way. But most people call me Lottie,” you hesitated for a standing moment, only staring at her hand as you kept yours loosely wrapped around your knees till you gave in, shaking her hand in greeting.

“I’m y/n,”

“Well y/n, tell me about yourself,” she spent the rest of that lunch period at your side, asking questions about you in exchange for the little tidbits you were willing to give her. It was so strange, looking back now, how a because girl decided you looked lonely you'd be driving to upstate New York on a random Thursday night due to your desperation to find her again.

Lottie had always been charismatic. She liked people. She looked at them like puzzles made special for her to figure out. Maybe that was her way of avoiding herself, or maybe she just had a natural curiosity for those she didn’t understand. But from that day on, she hadn’t left you alone. She’d excitedly greet you in the halls, and invite you out with her friends and to late-night parties. She was the one who integrated you into the community and helped you find a place.

But she also became your best friend. However, you struggled to feel like you were hers sometimes. She was so bright and colorful, full of life and boy was she popular. She always had someone with her, unless she found the time for you exclusively, which dwindled more and more as high school progressed. Of course, this is a concern you could talk to her about but you didn’t want to bother. In truth, you feared your feelings were driven by selfishness. You thought you'd never voice it, but oh, how you undoubtedly adored Lottie Matthews.

You felt her encase you when she was close and her laugh was enough to have you swooning. You thrived in her presence and basked in the littlest bit of attention she may offer you. Her touch was electrifying and when she grabbed your hand when she greeted you you felt what had to be magic. But of course, you could never tell. Sure, you knew you were gay and you were so fortunate that you’re mother said it was ok, but you’d never tell, ever. Even if the ache felt like it was squeezing you, you couldn’t lose Lottie. You didn’t want to scare her away and be a freak.

Part of you wonders if that’s why you'd lost Lottie after all. You hadn’t been honest with her. No, that wasn’t rational. A secret didn’t take down an airplane.

-💚-

You didn’t arrive till mid-afternoon, late morning, the sun high above as you made your way towards this market. They had their location posted online, so with a quick search and an input to your mapping app you were all set to go. Moments like that reminded you of how on your road trips with your mother growing up she'd have you read the map in the passenger's seat beside her, your finger tailing over the highways towards the little star sticker added on to be your final destination. Strange how so little time felt like it had passed since then yet a whole life as well.

Venders had been set up for some time now and enjoying the comfortable air as they mingled and shopped. You hooked a tote bag over your shoulder to look less conspicuous (although there inherently isn’t anything conspicuous about a middle-aged queer woman at a farmers market, still. You felt a need to keep a low profile). You wandered for some time, looking for a stall that said something like sunset honey, or maybe it was sunnyside. Something involving both the sun and honey, and it looked like the people working wore a lot of purples.

Honestly, it was a very nice market in itself. Had you had ulterior motives for attending you would have quite enjoyed it. That is still you grew distracted by a florist’s stand. The owner had lovely premade bouquets that ranged in a variety of colors and sizes, but what caught your eye where the assortment of white and pastel metal buckets housing small assortments of different flowers, meant to be starters for gardening. In particular stood out the small purple flowers known for growing naturally back home, in Wiskayok. You tentatively reached out to stroke the petals.

You hadn’t formally been invited to the party, but it was one of those words get around kind of things, she no one was actually invited, right? At least, that's what you'd told yourself as you got ready in your room, obsessively messing with your hair in the mirror. It was one of those beer-guzzling bonfire things that the seniors hosted on the outskirts of the woods now and then. This time, however, the justification was the girl's soccer team going to nationals, and after the whole pep rally earlier in the day, it did sound justified.

You pulled back from the mirror to look back down at your clothes. You'd layered a black plaid dress with thin straps over a white sweater that’s sleeves cut off just below your elbow with tights and docs. You tugged at your coller, attempting not to grimace. Sure, you liked dressing feminine now and then, but when it came to events like this you couldn’t help the anxiety, especially with drunk boys. But still, you wanted to look nice, even if the drinks being served were from a beer keg. It just felt like one of those nights, you figured. You sighed and forced yourself to leave as there was a car horn honking outside, grabbing your backpack along the way as you went. It’d be good to have a quick getaway available to you if need be.

“Have fun, hun! Make good choices for me, ok?” your mom called to you from the couch, watching one of her late-night shows while sipping tea and crocheting something as you went downstairs. You smiled, walked up beside her at the end of the couch, and kissed her forehead.

“I will, mama, I promise,” you forced a tiny smile. She hummed her thanks and smiled, opening her eyes to take a look at you.

“Show me this little number you assembled for me,” she said, taking off her eyeglasses and gesturing up and down with her crochet hook as she readjusted in her seat to get a better view. You stretched out an arm, the other firmly holding your backpack to your shoulder, and did a turn around for her. She smiled wide and gave you playful applause.

“Cute! And do you like it? Everything fits well?”

“Yes, Mom, I promise,” you sighed, trying to refrain from rolling your eyes. It was a new dress you hadn’t worn yet and you knew she was only doing the classic mom routine but you had to go!

“Alright, you go have fun. And tell your friend Charlotte good luck at nationals!” she called after you as you shut the door front door and locked it. You turned, illuminated by your porchlight, and waved to your ride. Van had the passenger window of Taisa’s car down and she waved back with a confident grin on her face. You could hear Depeche Mode playing on the radio as you approached the car. You opened the door and slid inside with a quick smile.

“Thanks for the ride, Taissa,” you said, trying not to sound as shy as you felt. She smiled in the rearview mirror, checking her surroundings as she turned down the radio.

“Yeah, no problem girl,” she said with effortless confidence. You didn’t know Taissa or Van, or much of the school's soccer team all that well, but in your mutual connection to Lottie over the past four years you’d tagged along with them quite often and they’d always been nice to you.

“We couldn’t say no after Lottie was so adamant we were nice,” Van joked quite loudly to Taissa, giving you an up and down with that grin again. You stared for a second, unsure of what she was trying to imply till Taissa smacked the goalie in the arm with the back of her hand, hissing her name to make her shut up as she started driving. The redhead let out an undignified yelp.

“She’s being an asshole. And confusing. Lottie wanted you to come and she knew we’d be the best people to pick you up is all,” you still had a confused look on your face, your shoulders hunched inward.

“Um ok, thanks?” you said it more like a question.

“What she means, is that we like you. And we’ll tell you we like you,” Van chimed in again. She wasn’t as helpful to you as she thought she was.

“Right, ok. Is there something else going on that I’m not cluing in on?” Tai and Van shared a knowing look.

“Ok, so the other day Lot kept going on about how she worries that you don’t feel like we’re all friends, and doesn’t want you to feel like you’re just her other friend that tags along, ya know? So we figured we pick you up and tell you that, because some of the other girls on the team aren't the best at communicating, ya know?”

“Oh. So we're friends?” you sounded far more surprised and eager than you would have wanted to. “And Lottie told you all that? About me, I mean?” Van grinned once more, fully turning around in her seat.

“Yeah, dude! I think you’re really cool actually!” you began to smile more than before and leaned back, straightening up your posture.

“And, yes, Lot had all that to say and more,” Tai added on. You were thankful for the dark car hiding any color that might have rushed to your face.

“She talks about you all the time,” Van blabbed on. Tai gave her a look that told the goalie to keep quiet now. Just as she did you pulled up to another house in the neighborhood that has Lottie sitting on the front porch. She shot up when she saw the car but took a last-minute look at the front door like she was waiting for something. Van maneuvered in her seat to hang out the window. “Hurry up slowpoke or we’ll be late to our party,” Lottie all but yelped and ran to the car after that, toward your side of the car.

You didn’t have enough time to move out of the way and before you knew it Lottie had flung the door open with an exhilarated grin, laughing as she climbed in over your lap to collapse in the seat beside you in the back. She’d picked to wear all pink, which was just so fitting for her. You noticed in particular that she was wearing one of her shorter skirts that she giggled to you about hiding from her mother.

“Shut the door and go!” she said through giggles, and once you had the time to process what was happening you did just that, closing the now-opened door to your right, and Taissa was off. Lottie lunged forward in her seat and punched Van in the shoulder, laughing all the while. “God, fuck you! I could have been caught because of that,” she griped as Van dramatically clutched her arm.

“Ugh, what’s with beating on the goalie tonight? I gotta stay fit for nationals and I’ll be covered in bruises at this rate,”

“Whatever. You’re always covered in bruises, and not all of them are from soccer,” Lottie implied, her hands gripping Taissa’s headrest in front of her so she could lean forward and talk to the two girls up front. That is till she scooted back to give you her full attention.

“Well, you’re liking fine as hell tonight hot stuff! Have you been hiding this little number?” Lottie asked, reaching out to touch the material of the dress you were wearing along your leg. You managed to force a laugh and playfully swatter her hand away with shifty eye contact.

“It’s new. My mom got it for me during our last mall trip. She wanted me to expand my wardrobe or whatever,” you played off causally. Lottie gave you a knowing smile and sighed as she turned to look out the window.

“I think it looks great, just like you always do,” she murmured rather quietly. You weren't even sure you were supposed to hear her. Not long after Tai parked and you all got out of the car. Van yelled something at the crowd that had already gotten things started and there was a low collection of howling and yelling in response to her. Lottie got out of the car before you but stopped and waited by your door for you to get out with her. She said nothing but had that perky smile on the whole time as she watched you expectantly.

“So, whatcha wanna do?” you asked. She shrugged.

“I dunno. Maybe get reeeeeally drunk,” she toyed, reaching out to take your hand like it had become second nature. Tai walked up to the two of you from the driver seat of the car, double-checking as she locked it shut and shoved her keys in her jacket pocket. She made a purposefully obvious glance down at your entwined fingers then back up to Lottie.

“Careful Lot, people might talk,” she said with what Lottie took as a comfortable coolness but it sent a shiver down your back that caused you to think about pulling away.

“Pfft! I don't give a flying fuck! Let them talk!” she announced quite loudly, leaning forward with her free hand on her hip. She turned her gaze back to you and wiggled her brows as she grinned. “Come on. Get a drink with me,” she urged, tugging you away from Taissa.

“Don’t listen to her. No one is looking, and if they are they don’t care. What’s wrong with holding hands anyway?” Lottie babbled on as she pulled you in line for a beer with her. She was still holding onto your hand quite tight as she jumped into rambling about something related to her French class. Maybe a recent test? You weren't exactly sure. Despite everything she’d said before, it felt like everyone was looking, but not because of you. Because of Lottie. She was the pretty, popular girl while you were just the weirdo she hung around. With that idea in your head, it was pretty hard to not be self-continuous. You were so in your head that you didn’t notice her shoving a beer in your hand.

“Wha- oh, thanks,” you stuttered. You'd let go of her hand to get your drink, opting to use both hands to hold it. Lottie frowned as she was handed her drink ans thanked the guy passing them out.

“Hey, you alright? Lost you for a sec,” she murmured. She’d become so gentle all of a sudden. Were you really that fragile? She forced a smile and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm great. Just haven't gotten into the party mood yet, I guess,”

“Oh, ok. Do you wanna step away, clear your head a bit?” you shook your head no.

“Nah, I'm good. I’m just gonna grab something from my bag in Tai’s car, ok?” Lottie tilted her head, almost like she was trying to look at you from a new angle.

“I can go with you,” she offered. God, why did she have to be so attentive and sweet?

“I promise I’ll be fine-” you started only for a distraction to catch your eye. “Hey, Shauna and Jackie are over that way. I’ll meet up with you when I’m done,” you offered, dialing up that chipper tone as high as you could. She finally gave in and nodded, making her way over to her other friends while you crept away to dash toward Tai, wherever she was. You eventually found her after dodging around cars and trees listening to Van argue with a group of boys about something sports-related probably. That honestly wasn’t a huge concern of hers at the moment.

“Hey, Taissa. can I borrow your keys?” Taissa arched a brow.

“You’re not trying to use my car to go joyriding or to fuck, right?”

“What? Oh my god- no. I just wanna get something from my bag. It’s in the car,”

“Where's Lot?” why is that relevant right now?

“She’s with Jackie and Shauna,” you began messing with the loose hair falling in your face, averting your eyes from her. Tai gave you an up and down before tugging at Van’s jacket.

“Van, go with y/n to my car, ok?”

“I was just in the middle-” Van started till Tai arched a brow and she gave in. Tai dropped her keys in the redhead's hand and you were off to the car again.

“Do you already wanna leave?” Van asked, walking backward in front of you.

“No, I just want something from my bag,” Van slowed to walk in stride with her hands in her pockets, watching you as you watched everyone who passed.

“Care to share?” you just looked at her and finally managed a laugh.

“I’ll share when we get there,” upon reaching the car and unlocking it, you grabbed your bag and made your way to a more secluded edge over the party where you’d be left alone, Van trailing close behind till you set your solo cup on the ground, sat down saddle style on an old, knocked-over log to rummage through your bag. You pulled out a baggy you’d been holding onto and a lighter.

“Damn, y/n, I didn’t think you the type,” the goalie said as she dropped down across from you. “Where’d ya get it?” she asked, taking the joint you pulled out to share.

“My older brother. He lives with my dad while he’s going to school and I visited him over Christmas and he gave me a few that I use quite sparingly.

“Divorced?” she asked, referring to your parents. You shrugged.

“Kinda, but not really? It’s weird. They still like each other and get along but they aren't exclusive by any means. Dad works in Cali while mom moved here to look after her mom who’s a few houses down from us,” you explained as you fidgeted with the lighter, fixated on the way the flame moved up and down, on and off. Van snatched it out of your hand during an “off” moment to light the joint now placed firmly between her teeth.

You simply watched her process, lighting the joint and then taking in a long breath before holding and letting it go with a sigh as though she was relieved before passing it to you. She did the same, watching your breath in with your eyes shut only to exhale into the dark, finishing off with a small cough before passing it once again. You could see streetlights from the main road from here, you realized.

“You’re into Lot, aren’t you?” her voice was low to not attract attention, but she was confident in what she had asked. You paused, staring out at the lights just a short walk away. Normally, an insinuation that you were gay would have you panicked. It could have been the weed, but maybe you'd relaxed and found some sliver of comfort in the redhead, your new companion.

“I think I do,” you whistled through your teeth at your admission. You turned to meet her eyes when she nudged your shoulder with the side of her hand, passing the joint off again. “Think I’m a lost cause?” Van snorted and shook her head.

“Oh, hell no. That girl’s crazy about you,” Van said with a sigh, leaning back on her hands where she was sitting on the log. “Now, I don’t know what type of way she feels. Sexual, romantic, or just friendship. But there's something there. Lot’s banked a lot on you,” you began to smile again, soft and mellow as you took another hit. After that one, you leaned down to take a chug of your beer. You offered to pass again, but Van had turned her attention back to the party, particularly to Taissa who looked like she was getting shit from Shauna. Even from over her, you could tell she was wasted given how she stumbled around. Van groaned and got up from where she was sitting.

“Keep it. I gotta deal with this,” she huffed as she left. You watched her go, eyes trailing after her to meet with Lottie’s, who was staring right at you, arm crossed over her chest and cup in hand. She seemed to hesitate between you and her arguing friends, but when the debate got particularly loud she turned with a furrowed brow. You watched her go and kept watching till Jackie derailed the entire situation, pulling all the girls away likely to yell at them. With that done, you sighed, leaning back to fully lie on the log, the joint between your lips and legs dangling over either side as you shut your eyes.

“You hiding from me over here?” you opened your eyes. The joint was nearly out as it had just been sitting between your teeth for who knows how long by now. Lottie stood over you, arms still crossed as she held onto her nearly drained drink. you shook your head, sitting up as she sat down beside you on your left, much closer than Van had been. You readjusted, sitting properly with both legs over one side of the log, shoulders hunched. Lottie's arm brushed against yours when she moves. “You didn’t come back,” she simply steed with no malice or accusation in her voice. You shrugged.

“I was getting overwhelmed I guess,” you murmured. “Didn’t feel like talking,”

“You seemed chatty with Van” Again, she simply stated fact. You sighed and leaned down to take another drink. Lottie took the joint from your hand. You watched, then reached for the lighter to give it a second wind. She held it between her forefinger and thumb for you and once it ignited once more it found home between her lips. You watched, sipping your beer. She smoked far prettier than Van had.

“Van’s a good listener guess. Doesn’t talk too much,” Lottie snorted out a laugh at that.

“I don't think anyone has ever said ‘Van Palmer doesn’t talk much’” you chuckled out a soft laugh to match hers. You looked away, out at the lights again. Lottie took another breath in, letting the joint sit between her fingers with her crossed arms. She watched the lights with you, though she might not understand the fixation you seemed to have on them. That is, till she paused, turning fully to watch you. She tilted her head again, unexpectedly brushing her fingers over your temple to guide loose hair obstructing her view out of the way and behind your ear. “Let me kiss you,” she murmured, almost as though she was pleading. You turned back to her. Her hand settled on your cheek, fingertips curiously brushing over the apple of your cheek.

“Don’t kid me,” you whispered, eyes glazing as you darted down to her parted lips.

“Never,” she shook her head ever so slightly. It made her hair sway. You swallowed hard but shakily nodded. That was enough of a yes for her to move in. She immediately dropped the joint in her hand and the hand tracing your cheek found home on the back of your neck. Her now free hand rested behind your ear, stroking your hair as you latched onto her waist, using your left hand to hold you up on the log.

She kissed like she knew exactly what she was doing. As though this had all been part of a longstanding plan. She’d envisioned this just as you had, and fuck was it perfect. Her lisp whereas urgent as your own and had it not been a public space you might have let her do anything she wanted to you right then and there. She scrunched her fist into your hair, unintentionally pulling ever so lightly on your scalp and eliciting a sudden moan from your throat which only egged her on further till she had to pull away with you chasing after her.

You opened your eyes wide, lips still parted as you gasped for breath in and out. And then, of course, you got shy, anxious voices telling you she’d regret this immediately. You began to turn from her but the hand in your hair let go and moved to trace knuckles over your cheek and subsequently turn your eyes back to her. She shook her head, murmuring no over and over, soothing you like a child about to cry. And at that thought, the thought of crying alone, you felt the tears spike in your eyes. She watched your brow crinkle as your lip trembled and she pulled you into her chest, holding you as close as she could.

The hand on your neck found your back as the hand on your cheek moved to cup the back of your head. You buried into your neck as you cried, and she rested her cheek against your scalp, murmuring over and over how it was all ok. She kissed your hair, rubbed your back, and rocked you from side to side as your hands vigorously clung to her sweater, fearing letting her go, because what if the magic would be over and gone when she was out of your hands?

But reluctantly you needed to let her go, and eventually, that point came where you emerged from her embrace, the scent of her shampoo and perfume fading from you quickly as you met her puffed, teary gaze. She moved to hold your cheeks in her hands as her breath shook. You held your hands around hers, kissing her palm with a weak smile. Fortunately, that had her let go of a watery laugh. But neither of you spoke yet. You just sat in warm silence till you readjusted to be side by side once more, your head lulled to her shoulder with her cheek at your temple.

“Fuck, what do we even do after that?” you breathed, eyes training down to the long discarded joint and red solo cups with only sips left of beer in them, though yours has spilled at some point, soaking the ground under it.

“I leave tomorrow,” she murmured back. You dressed your lips together before letting go of another sigh.

“I know… we should have waited” she chuckled sleepily.

“I don’t think so,” you hummed your why. “I’ll be excited to get back here. Well, more excited than I already was to see you,” you chuckled, though your tongue dripped with wordless sarcasm.

“Don’t forget about me,”

“Oh, how could I ever after that?” she teased with another giggle. You smiled, nuzzling your nose into her shoulder. With the change in direction, you got an idea upon seeing a small purple flower growing just beside her shoe.

“I know how,” you started, reaching across her side to pick it, leaving a nice, long stem to tuck behind her ear and in her hair. You sat back to admire your work and smiled. “Purple suits you,” you decided, tucking some of the hair behind her ear for a better look at your work. She chuckled with a sniffle, her fingers gently wrapping around your palm, catching you to kiss your fingertips.

“Mam, are you alright?” you were dragged out of your daydream like a shockwave and had to take several moments to ground yourself again, taking in a deep breath. You blinked repeatedly, shaking your head before forcing a smile.

“Yes, I’m so sorry. I was remembering something I needed,” you said with a forced chuckle. The florist smiled, though he seemed a little unsure. You turned back to the flower, petal still gently settled between your fingers. “I’ll take this, while I’m here,” you said as you cleared your throat, gently picking up the small white bucket and giving it to the florist to ring up.

“Ah, Ruellia caroliniensis. But it’s better known as Carolina Wild Petunia. A good choice. Pick it for any reason? I ask everybody that,” he asked, making meaningless small talk. Your eyes stayed focused on the waving petals of the plant as it was gently jostled around.

“It just reminded me of someone I knew, I guess,” he smiled thoughtfully and nodded with a soft hum of acknowledgment before he asked you for cash or charge. You picked charge which resulted in you digging through your purse for your card.

“Oh my god! y/n! A shrill voice called when you weren’t looking and just as you pulled out your debit card. You gave the florist you’re card before turning to look who it might be only to have the Misty Quigley herself approaching you with the wide smile and outstretched arms that you felt you had to reciprocate. She squeezed you quite tight and when she let go her hands remained at your side for a moment as she seemed to look at you in awe.

“Well, what the heck are you doing here?” she asked tilting her head with that smile still plastered across her lips till she gasped “Oh! Are you looking for Nat too?” you furrowed your brow and frowned.

“What? No, I’m-”

“Uh, mam, you’re purchase?” the florist interrupted. You turned from Misty to grab your new belonging, which he had been so kind and bagged for you as well as outstretching your card back to you.

“Yes, thank you so much! I truly appreciate it!” you said as chipperly as you could before ushering Misty out of the man’s stall and towards a clearing. “What, what are you talking about with Natalie?”

“She got kidnapped!” the blond exclaimed, adjusting her glasses. “She was taken from the motel she was staying in back home and we’re here to find her,” she blabbered on.

“Hold on, when did Nat get out of rehab and who is we?”

“I dunno, a few weeks ago I think? So much had been going on and it's been hard to keep track and ‘we’ is me and Walter,” you were still confused about the situation and about to ask who Walter was when the man himself showed up. He’d be trailing behind Misty for some time, just casually in the background. He was so average you hadn’t even noticed him. The man waved and offered a smile. You tentatively returned the wave but still seemed confused.

“I’m not here for Natalie. I didn’t hear about that at all. No, I’m looking for Lottie,” you said rather bluntly. Misty frowned and it was now her turn to be confused.

“Lottie? But she’s been in Switzerland for years-”

“Well I thought that too will I saw this,” you whispered, hissing through your teeth as you frantically pulled out your phone and the screenshot you’d taken of the farmers market Instagram post, zooming in on Lottie and shoving the device into her hands.

“No, that can’t be her,”

“It is. I just- it’s not a great angle but I know it’s her,” you insisted. Misty began to scan the photo curiously, zooming back out when she let out a dramatic gasp and began excitedly smacking at your arm.

“Purple people!” you yelled. “Purple people!” she repeated it to Walter this time, which summoned him to rush over and huddle around your phone.

“The purple people took Natalie!” she explained with far too much excitement for your liking.

“Could they have taken Lottie,” Misty shrugged.

“I dunno, maybe. But only one way to find out!” She shoved your phone back in your hand and began aggressively powerwalking away with Walter tight on her heels. You hesitated momentarily before shutting your phone off and shoving it into your purse, hustling after them.

“Wait! Do you know where to go?”

“Yes! Of course! We found out from the other stalls,” she called back. “Get in your car and follow us!” she sounded far too excited for this whole ordeal, but what other options did you have to find Lottie? You ran back to your car, got in, and started with heavy breath ready to take the next step on this crazy adventure you found yourself on.

-💚-

After quite a bit of driving, they pulled off into a bed and breakfast parking lot and parked. You parked beside them and got out with a frustrated expression.

“We're not going tonight.” Misty rolled her eyes and she pulled her suitcase out of the trunk of what you assumed was Walter’s car.

“Someone,” she was heavily implying someone to be Walter, especially with the annoyed, flat-mouthed looks he gave him “wanted to wait till morning because he thinks the cult will expect us at night,” you gave her a look that asked “really” and Misty threw up a hand, shaking her head as she grabbed onto her luggage.

“I know! Trust me, I know, but captain’s orders,” she huffed as she followed Walter into the B&B. You paused, letting out an exasperated sigh before going to grab your duffle back and your plant. You hear Misty muttering about not using her real name as she and Walter get a room.

“And it's just for one room, right?” the concierge asked. There was an irritatingly comedic back and forth of yes, and no, then both of them settled on no, two rooms would be fine.

“And, um, you can put mine under the name Lady Mallowan,” Misty gave herself a name straight out of Clue or a shitty romance novel and you couldn’t help rolling your eyes.

“Seventeen and eighteen. Up the stairs to the right,” then went back and forth with thank yous as they clumsily took their keys, then started deliberating about luggage when Walter offered to take the suitcase off of Misty’s hands.

“Just one room under y/n l/n is fine, please,” you said simply. You saw Misty and her new boyfriend exchange an appalling look and you had to refrain from laughing.

“Room nineteen,”

“That’s great, thanks” You dropped your things upon entry, but gently placed your plant in its bed on the nightstand before collapsing on your bed with a long sigh. Of course, you'd need to get up and change, but for now, lying on your back in a bed that wasn’t yours was all you could feel like doing. That is till you got up from said bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a small paper cup of water that you set on the nightstand as you sat on the edge of the bed. You tentatively opened the bag that held your plant and took it out, setting it on the stand to be out and in the fresh air. You gave it a light drink from the cup before you returned to the bathroom for a shower.

-💚-

You were woken by Misty’s knock at you’re door bright and early at seven-thirty and back on the road by eight after grabbing complimentary breakfast to go. It was a rather long drive to wherever you were going, but you once again found ways to fill the time. That is till Walter took a screeching u-turn that almost caused a car crash on a winding, wet wooded road, but that was a conversation for later. You pulled up beside them and followed as they now stood excitedly outside a green gate that happened to have a matching bee on it. All you carried with you was your tote bag with your plant tucked away inside. Why you felt the need to bring it, you weren't sure, but it felt necessary.

“The bee is where the purple people are!” Misty insistently explained.

“Ok, do we need to call them ‘the purple people”

“Well, yes, but that's only till we get a better name for them. But anyway,” without another word of it, Misty ducked under the gate herself and began walking up the road.

“Ok, we’re getting hit by a car if we do that-” you started but she shook her head.

“It'll be fine. It looks decently short,”

“Well what about my car?” you urged.

“Just lock it! Who’s pulling over in the rain to rob an unattended car out here?” you sighed with exasperation.

“I dunno, maybe people from the cult we’re actively visiting,” you mumbled to yourself.

“What was that!”

“Nothing!” you huffed, following after Misty and now Walter, who had started moving shortly after her. She’d been right though. It was a rather short walk with no cars. You found yourself in what looked like a parking lot in the middle of the woods blocking off yet another road with an even larger fence in front of it. Misty and Walter were actively messing with an intercom system that seemed to have worked as they excitedly returned to your side.

“Alright, so the man on the other end, I think his name was Jack or Jackson- anyway, he’s getting Natalie and she's coming to meet us here,”

“But what about Lottie?” Misty adjusted her glasses and folded her arms with a shrug.

“I thought we could have Natalie confirm that, because we know she’s in there-”

“You don’t believe me,” you interrupted as she began trailing off.

“Well, we do not want to be making outlandish accusations to strangers, I mean-” she got easily distracted by the sound of someone walking down the pebbled path.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Nataline started with heavy irritation.

“Oh, thank God you're safe,” Misty would have hugged her by now had the gate not been in her way.

“Safe? What are you talking about?” her attention turned to you and her eyes widened with further confusion “Hi, y/n,” she added tentatively. You awkwardly waved as she gave you a nod.

“And who the fսck is this?” she gestured to Walter now.

“Walter,” he simply introduced himself with a wave and a light chuckle before going on. “I've heard nothing but wonderful things about you” Natalie scrunched her nose, clearly not caring all that much about what impression Misty had given him of her upon first meeting.

“We're here to rescue you!” Misty eagerly interjected again. “I mean, you-you were kidnapped, right?”

“No. Uh, yes, technically I was, but it's no big deal, okay?” the notion that Natalie’s kidnapping wasnt that big of a deal was bewildering to Misty as seen on her face, but honestly you understood her reaction.

“Lottie sent some people for me, but I'm not being held against my will,” she muttered, twisting her neck as she spoke. “Well, not anymore” It was now your turn to perk up.

“I'm sorry, Lottie?”

“I told you she was here,” you hissed through your teeth at Misty, moving closer to the fencing.

“Wait- as in Lottie? Lottie, who was committed to a mental institution in Switzerland? That Lottie?”

“Yes, Misty, that's the one,” Natalie turned to you once more “I'm assuming you had your theories or whatever?”

“Oh, I’m not here with them-” you paused. “Ok, originally I was coming here all on my own, but we ran into each other, and well,” from there you gave up.

“Wait, Natalie, Natalie!” Misty derailed the conversation once again. “You're gonna have to elaborate,

“Look, she runs a place here, and she's helping me reflect or whatever. So, you and your Hardy Boy can go home,” she looked Walter up and down again about Hardy Boy.

“But…”

“I'm doing a fսcking thing here, Misty. I don't need you getting in my way,” she’d lost patience with the blonde’s interruptions and persistence and in all honestly, you felt bad for her given how she shrank back at the raised tone. But she quickly toughened back up, turned on her heels, and marched back in the direction you'd come.

“She seems nice,” Walter tried to lighten the mood. Natalie sighed with either exhaustion or irritation, watching them go before her eyes drifted to you, still standing in front of her. “You’re not done too?”

“Natalie, I need to see her,” she let out a scoffish chuckle and sighed through her nose.

“Oh, I’m sure you do,”

“I’m serious, Natalie,”

“Oh no, I can tell you are, don’t worry. Just- just give me a minute, alright. Let me ask my guy,” she began to turn but waited for you to nod before actually leaving. You stood still, turning to check your surroundings once more just to be as sure as possible. Natalie returned quite quickly with a man behind her. She shrugged, seeming surprised by the verdict herself as the gate’s electric lock began to unlatch letting you in.

“Uh, my car is still parked with some of my things,” Natalie was already shaking her head.

“We can have someone come and retrieve it all later,” Natalie’s companion started ad Natalie turned, already heading up the hill for a second time.

“But you're not gonna need it!” she yelled behind her. Due to her eagerness to leave the scene, you were left walking beside the strange man who let you in.

“So, I'm assuming you’re Jack or…” you drawled off but he chuckled, appreciating your intention.

“Jeferson,” he cleared.

“Right, ok. Nice to meet you,” you nodded, your hands clutching quite tight to the straps of your tote bag. “Look, I don’t mean to sound rude, but I’m only here to see Lottie not join your… well join whatever you're up to,” he laughed again and nodded.

“Don’t worry. She knows you're here,” a shive rushed down your spine as you realized what was happening. “I’m instructed to take her to you, actually,”

“Oh. wow, that’s just great. Yeah, great,” you whispered to yourself as you bit your lip, questioning if this was going to be a good idea after all. When you looked up again, taking a deep breath you were met with quite a beautiful scene before you. It was a nice, well-organized camp on a lake with cabins and what you assumed were social areas all around and throughout the woods. You paused for a moment to take it in and wonder, did Lottie make all of this?

“Charlotte is waiting this way, Ms. l/n,” Jeferson interrupted your wonderings.

“Mhm, I’m coming,” you had to manually tell your feet to move before you could follow him to the separate cabin that must be Lottie’s. He had already walked up the stairs by the time you approached the porch, taking a moment to appreciate its handiwork before trudging up the creaking wood. Jefferson opened the door but didn’t enter, only gesturing for you to go in.

“Charlotte will be here as soon as she can step away,” he explained as you cautiously walked in. You nodded, turning around to give him your thanks but he was already shutting the door, leaving you to your own devices. For a moment you stood completely still, watching the wooden door anticipating her walking in at any second, but after a few seconds of stillness, your foot began bouncing with building anxiety squeezing at your chest.

“Shit,” you hissed, turning to look around your surroundings and find something to help you calm down. You put your bag on the table, but take the time to take the plant out and set it beside your bag. You rubbed your sweating palms on your pants and began to wander around the single room you found yourself in. Her main space was split into a small lounge-ish office space with a kitchen on the other half.

You assumed the bathroom and her bedroom were down in the back of the cabin and with a craning of your neck you could see in one of the rooms but you decided it best to leave that be. Wandering around the office space you ran your fingertips over the edge of her desk. You peaked over the edge, curiosity winning momentarily before you restrained yourself, instead turning to the art hung on her wall featuring deer and other wilderness things before resigning yourself to the couch facing her desk.

You flopped down rather unceremoniously but couldn't help sitting stiff, hunched forward with your knee bouncing in anticipation. Your eyes trained on her desk again, which was mostly bare of anything decor-like other than the two small picture frames. You forced yourself to look away till your nerves kicked in again and you were back up and taking the large one into your hands. It featured a classic team photo of the soccer team back in high school, but earlier on during your sophomore year.

You chuckled lightly scanning over the baby faces your old friends used to have. Having something familiar to look at was relaxing, you decided. Maybe not the most morally correct thing, but this was an exceptional situation. So, you moved on to the small one, thinking none of it till she got a look and your heart dropped again. Pressed pristinely against the glass was an all too familiar flower, nearly identical to the one you'd been carrying for the past day and a half. Only this one had far more wear to it, clearly showing its age. It had faded in color over time, taking on hues of parchment brown rather than the vibrant purples you’d been familiar with. You traced over the shapes of the petals, likely dry and dusty to the touch by now over its safety net of glass. That is till you heard the carbon door abruptly shut.

And oh, she was perfect. She was sickeningly, stunningly perfect but all you could do was freeze where you stood, grip tightening around the small wooden frame in your clasp out of fear you might drop it if you didn’t squeeze tight. And she stood just as stunned at you. Age had encompassed her face all this time, but it was still her face. The one you had ingrained in your mind, so much more detailed than any photograph. You felt your chin begin to quiver.

“Please tell me you didn't hold on to that all these years" You had to force it out with your breath ad your brow bowed with the strain of keeping it together. And then she laughed. She laughed her laugh, now blossoming with the beautiful thing that is age, just as every other part of her was. She moved toward you as though she was floating. She took her caftan off so smoothly it was like the breeze itself removed it for her. And before anything else, she took the frame from your hands, fingertips brushing together only for a moment. She returned it to its place before shakily turning back to you, tears drizzling from her eyes as she smiled.

“How could I not,” she murmured with a laugh full of exasperated joy as though she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Her hands hovered over your arms as though she feared touching you would break the illusion, but with the way your lip trembled and tears rolled from your eyes as you held back a strangled sob she couldn’t refrain herself. It all felt so new and old all at once and oh, how overwhelming she was, her hands cupped at your face, thumbs stroking at your tears as you let it all go, sopping into her.

Just as she had years before she murmured sweet nothing promising that you were safe and you were here, but not only you. After so much time she needed the reassurance of reality just as much. She pulled you in, just as before and your nose found its rightful place in the curve of her neck as her cheek found your scalp. She held you up and close as your knees began to shake and you had to grip onto her shoulder blades for what felt like dear life. You needed to feel her to truly know that she was here, she was real and she was yours, as were you.

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jinwoosungs · 1 year

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{ 101 }

nonsense.

rei suwa x fem.reader

{ i'll be honest, lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense; cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in... }

there was a regular who often came to your bookstore with his daughter-

and you were crushing on him hard.

the first time you had ever seen him was during a rainy afternoon. you had spent that morning placing your new order of books on the shelves to sell, making sure to give the latest releases and new authors the attention they deserved. due to it being a slow day, you figured you wouldn't have many customers and spent most of your time reorganizing your shelves.

you were in the midst of going through your inventory when you heard the doorbell jingle, alerting you to an incoming customer. you smooth out your hair and stand back to your full height, ready to greet your customer and ask them if they needed help finding anything-

only to have your voice and words become lodged within your throat.

the customer who just walked in had to be the most attractive man you had ever laid your eyes on. he wore a fitting black shirt with a pair of jeans, donning some comfortable sneakers. with long locks of ebony hair, and deep eyes the color of a moonless night, you couldn't stop yourself from drinking him in. you watch as his full lips remain parted as a calm expression paints his handsome features.

he didn't say a single word, yet still, you found your cheeks warming up from the mere sight of him. your brain felt like it was fried, and each time you tried to speak to him, the sudden sensation of butterflies erupting all across your abdomen made it difficult for you to focus as you slowly began to feel nauseous.

his eyebrows were furrowed, and before he could ask you what was wrong, you felt your voice come out in an embarrassing squeak, "h-hello! how can i help you?!"

you wince at how the quality of your voice became so loud, internally cringing as you mentally berated yourself for looking so foolish in front of this handsome stranger. dear god, it was almost like you had never spoken with a man before-

although admittedly, he had to be one of the most beautiful people you have ever spoken to.

not seeming to mind your sudden outburst, you see a tiny smile decorating at his full lips, hands reaching back to scratch at his head when he tells you, "my daughter's birthday is coming up, and i wanted to get her something nice. do you have any recommendations for a 16 year old teenager?"

your heart sank at the realization that he was potentially married, yet still, you were able to hide your disappointment and flash this handsome man a smile. "but of course! f-follow me!"

you lead him towards the young adult section, picking out two novels you were certain his daughter would enjoy. both novels were coming of age novels that displayed the heroine in a very realistic light. along with the novels, you decided to throw in a ribbon-like bookmark for free as a gift.

the man seems grateful for your selection, and as you rang up the books at the register, you tell him with a bit of a sad smile, "your wife and daughter must be lucky to have you."

the sudden silence was deafening, turning awkward when you carefully bag the books and slide it over to him. the man appeared...shy, with his mouth half open in a gape as he held his jet black debit card towards you, yet still, you didn't take it from his grip so as to not appear rude.

finally snapping out of his trance, he shakes his head and places his card within the machine, paying for the transaction. as you printed out the receipt for him to sign, he clears his throat and admits to you.

"i'm not married."

his sudden admission makes the butterflies erupt once more, causing you to look up at the man with a bit of a hopeful gleam in your gaze. his expression was gentle, sporting a bit of a smirk as his lips were tilted upwards with a bit of a smug expression. "it's kind of complicated, but it doesn't change the fact that i love my daughter a lot."

once he signs the receipt, he takes the bag of books and thanks you for helping him. your eyes were still in a daze even after he leaves, and once you were truly alone in your bookstore did you look down at his signature,

"rei suwa..." you repeat his name a few times, smiling and giggling just the tiniest bit, feeling as though the name suits him.

ever since that rainy evening where your first meeting with rei took place, you often found yourself daydreaming of him, wondering if he would come back and whether his daughter enjoyed the novels you had picked out for her. your mind would think up of scenarios where you would meet again, filling you with even more butterflies as your heart raced almost immediately at the thought of seeing him once more.

and lucky for you, you didn't have to wait long for his return.

nearly a week later, you were met with rei and his daughter once more. as you were in the midst of ordering more books for your store, you felt a gentle hand give you a tap on your shoulder, catching your attention.

you turn around to see an achingly cute girl with short, brown hair and golden brown eyes. her smile was wide as a cute blush dyes at her cheeks. as you look down, you saw that she held in her hands the two books you had recommended to rei as birthday gifts for his daughter's birthday.

"hello! m-my name is miri, and i wanted to thank you for these books! papa rei told me he bought me these books from your store, and i loved them so much!"

"ah, i'm so happy you enjoyed them!" this girl was so cute! you could see why rei loved her; and truly, if she was your daughter, you may have had the urge to spoil her as well.

"i loved these books so much, and when papa rei told me how he bought them from the pretty bookstore lady, i had to come and meet you myself!" miri was giggling, her confession about what rei had you filling you with a sudden warmth felt deep within your chest.

"ah- miri! what did i tell you about saying such weird things like that!" you recognized his voice, this time with a hint of panic heard from his tone. you watch him from your periphery, appearing shy as he mumbles something beneath his breath.

the cute teen giggles once more before excusing herself to one of the aisles, leaving you alone with rei once more. your heart was pounding when you face him, and you prayed that your palms wouldn't start sweating in response to the way your face was quickly heating up.

the silence that lingered between you and rei was something you weren't sure you could ever change or get rid of, but... you knew you had to do something if you truly wanted to get closer to him.

deciding it was best to just be yourself, you end up giving rei a wide smile before telling him, "so, i am the pretty bookstore lady?"

you nearly let out a laugh when rei chokes at your question, hiding his embarrassment when he coughs into his hand. "i didn't know what else to call you since i don't know your name."

filled with a sudden surge of confidence that rei found you to be pretty, you step forward and finally tell him the syllables that make up your name. his eyes seem to shine upon hearing your name, with him repeating it, as if tasting it against his lips for the first time.

his smile was enough to send another wave of butterflies to course through your very veins when he tells you his own name, feeling the pinpricks of something beginning to bloom inside of you as you stood next to rei.

the following days were spent building what felt like a friendship; rei would often come to your bookstore with miri, and sometimes with his literal partner in crime, kazuki, who was the third member of their found family.

each time rei visits your store, you recommend books for him to read, while he in turn tells you bits and pieces of his life.

the more you got to know him, the more you wished to tear down the walls that seemed to surround his heart. your crush on him was slowly but surely developing into something that was much stronger. rei suwa was no longer the man that made your heart twist into knots, causing you to babble nonsensical words each time he was near-

he was the man you wanted and desired to get to know better. each time you ask him in passing about his past, the forlorn and distant look in his eyes would make your heart clench as you listen to him tell you, "my past doesn't matter all that much. after all, i'm still here, living, right?"

it was clear that rei was keeping himself shielded, preventing anyone from truly getting closer to him. you knew what you felt for him was becoming genuine, your yearning to be by his side and share his burdens seeming to grow-

it seemed as though you and rei were caught in a dance, on the cusp of becoming more than friends, but neither parties wishing to acknowledge or act on these budding emotions. based on your instinct alone, you knew rei felt something for you if he made an effort to come by your store so often, simply just to see you and talk to you, even without purchasing a book.

so you decided to finally make the first move.

your heart was racing with anticipation, waiting for the day rei would return. so as to not wallow in your sudden anxious thoughts, you busy yourself with tidying up the shelves and putting back misplaced books, humming the tune to your favorite song as the hours slowly pass by.

it was around mid-afternoon when rei appears in your store, catching your attention as you saw him carrying a bag of your favorite carryout in his hand. the sudden kind gesture was enough to make your heart melt for him, eyes turning misty at how thoughtful he was.

"hey, i figured you needed a bit of a pick-me-up. i got the usual from your favorite takeout place." normally, the scent of your favorite foods would make your mouth water, but not this time-

now that rei was standing directly in front of you, you knew you had to act fast before you began to lost your nerve and became a coward.

"thank you so much, rei! just place it on the counter!"

he hums in agreement, giving you time to grab the novel you wanted to give him as you held it close to your chest. when rei faces you, you hold out the book for him to take, hoping that he wouldn't hear the way your heart was racing.

his brows were lifted up in question, "what's this?"

"ah, it's a book that i think y-you'd enjoy!" damn, your stutter had returned, and rei was growing even more suspicious with your behavior. with a furrowed expression on his face, he takes the novel you had recommended to him, "alright then, how much do i owe you?"

you bite down on your bottom lip, shaking your head vehemently while telling him, "c-consider this as a thank you for buying me f-food!"

he gives you a head tilt before letting out a rich chuckle, keeping the book tucked safely within his arm while thanking you. "okay, thank you for the book. and i suppose we're even now."

rei tells you how he needed to go and run some errands, making you nod your head as you told him to take his time when reading the book. with your heart felt pounding within your throat, you watch as rei leaves, heart already racing painfully within your chest at what was to come.

{ ... }

when rei returns home with a few bags of groceries in hand, he keeps the book you had recommended to him, holding it against his chest while he settles the bags on the counter.

thinking of you fills his heart with warmth, and admittedly, he couldn't deny how deeply you made him feel. either he was too obvious, or miri was just that observant. she knew from the start that he had felt something for you, the pretty bookstore lady, and teased him about his eagerness to see you again.

but he wasn't that great at dealing with such emotions, never before experiencing what it was like to be in a normal relationship. when he told kazuki his concerns, his best friend merely rolls his eyes before giving him a hard slap on his back, telling him to 'man up,' before leaving with his date for the night.

in many ways, rei was jealous at kazuki for seemingly being able to make such connections so easily. perhaps it was due to his naturally introverted nature that he found it so difficult to talk to you.

recalling his interaction with you just a few hours ago, he could tell that you were nervous when giving him this book. it was made to be glaringly obvious with how fidgety you were once the book was in his hand. completely ignoring the groceries, he looks down at the novel and opens it to the first page-

only to see a series of numbers written in a hurried scrawl along with a simple note:

i want to get to know you better. will you give me this chance?

a sudden grin was felt forming against rei's lips, and he couldn't hide it even if he tried. were you really making it this easy for him? and was he perhaps that obvious to you as well?

he had to fight back the urge to laugh; to let out all these incoming emotions as happiness was felt surging through him. taking out his phone, he saves your number within his contacts, his thumb hovering over your name as he gathers himself.

letting out a deep sigh, rei presses on your name, calling you with his heart pounding within his chest. within a few rings, he hears you answer with a breathless, "hello?"

just hearing the sound of your voice was enough to make him smile when he asks, "would you like to join me for dinner tonight?"

a.n. - AHHH I AM SO SORRY FOR MY LONG ABSENCE! college has been rough on me, and i was uncertain if i would even survive this semester. BUT! i'm alright, i survived and i'm back with a brand new story for papa rei 🥹 i hope you readers enjoy it, and i apologize for any mistakes!

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#suwa rei x reader #rei suwa x reader #buddy daddies x reader #buddy daddies fic #.stories

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yandere-loveer · 9 months

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✧ Yandere Mikey / Miguel Angel (The last Ronin) Concept ˚ ♡

English is not my first language, not at all. But I will make the effort. I will start accepting all kinds of requests, but obviously everything has limits.

TW : Obsession, murders, mention of kidnapping, forced relationship, sensitive topics.

Oh honey. Don't even think he's going to be a fairy tale next to this mutant.

He is so tired and depressed from losing his loved ones, then being disturbed in his little conscience.

He still sees his brothers, talking to them and bothering him even for the slightest mistake or situation he has to act on. He didn't even feel like he was living in this miserable life for him.

I imagine you know him from before it was like this and he will pass the death of his family through the foot clan while now with April and Casey in hiding.

He is no longer the same teenager who was funny and optimistic, who loved pizza and his family while going out to fight crime with his brothers on the streets of New York.

Because of the loss and loneliness that he had to go through, he had to make it that way. Even when she saw you, she was speechless and began to make a face of deep sadness, relief to see that you and April were actually still alive.

This Mikey is a true yandere when he has all these traumas, he is overprotective and paranoid but unfortunately his brothers in his mind are not much help.

He had fallen in love with you when he was still a teenager but never had a chance to tell you. This time he is determined not to let you go again and to be able to express what he feels for you.

He always wants you to be with trusted people like April and Casey (only a little) but she prefers you to be by her side so she can keep her eyes on you and see that you are protected.

When you're not watching what's going on and you want to go alone somewhere in this prison called "New York" don't be surprised if you feel watched by someone the whole time you're out. Mikey will receive you when you just arrive at the entrance of where April and her daughter live.

Sometimes he usually has nightmares about his past and the fear he feels when imagining that you end up with the same fate as his brothers and his father. So when he wakes up a little nervous, he always goes to see if you are with him by his side.

If someone hurts you too much in the war you are all in, be prepared for Mikey to become more violent than before. He kill and without leaving a single evidence of the existence of who hurt you.

He feels that you are the only thing that motivates him to continue living and put aside his suicidal thoughts apart from feeling that destiny is incomplete. He teaches you and expresses if you have more confidence in him what happened when he was in the mountains after learning that Donnie and his father were dead but with honor.

He focuses on completing the mission to avenge his beloved family but he still can't help but notice you and give you his time. Then he will think that they should be together otherwise it would be too late like when he almost lost you as a teenager. So you're his official girlfriend without you realizing it.

If they weren't in the same place with other girls, he would have kidnapped you as a last resort if he sees that it's too dangerous and your life is at risk.

Don't be surprised if when you see him he's fighting or just talking to nothing, it's just his dear brothers talking about his crush or what he has to do now. Which makes Mikey very angry that they tell him what to do all the time.

You're not going to leave this poor mutant turtle who still can't forget everything he lost. Or Yes?

" I'm not going to let the bastard that is Oroku Hiroto or anyone else do anything to you, did you hear me? "

#tmnt #tmnt idw #idw comics #yandere #yandere mikey #obsession #headcanon #yandere mikey x reader #the last ronin #yandere tmnt

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badmuni · 2 years

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⁠୨୧ : boys reacting to you saying "kiss me"

[hyung line]

★ enhypen x reader. ★ scenarios¡ ★ 1.2k words.

★ fluff/suggestive in some way

이희승〃Lee Heeseung — #1

You and Heeseung have been going out for a while now and you knew he'd a crush on you.

He looks at you and stares at your lips, holds your hand and brushes your hair behind your ear. He wants to make a move, but he's too insecure to really do it.

He gets close to your face, close enough that you can feel his breath, his sweet perfume, but then, as you raise all those expectations, he pulls away. You got sick of wait because you want to kiss Heeseung so badly, but why hasn't he kissed you yet?

Now you and Heeseung were sitting in the car talking flirtatiously, and when he looked passionately into your eyes, you knew this was the perfect time to change something about your relationship.

So you gently approached his face and said, "Heeseung... I think you should do something..." catching him by surprise.

Heeseung's facial expression revealed that he didn't expect you to do such a thing, but that only excited you more. You pulled on the collar of his shirt to make him come even closer. Heeseung then held your chin and ran his thumb over your lips.

"Is this what you want, baby?" he asked.

"Yes... kiss me.", you mumbled.

And then heeseung kissed you, way too hungrily, like his life depended on it. You knew he wanted you so badly, and that... only made you sure.

박종성〃Jay Park — #2

Jay and you've been friends since you were both teenagers, and sometimes he even insists on calling you his "best friend." But you hate it. You really does.

That's why every time he refers you as his best friend, you roll your eyes.

Not just because you kind of have feelings for him, but also because you two almost dated in the past and it just didn't work out because you weren't ready to commit to a relationship at the time. So when you look at Jay, you still feel the potential that the two of you've together, and that makes you nostalgic.

You want him back. But he doesn't know that.

After the end of a birthday party, you invited Jay over for a glass of wine, so the two of you sat on the terrace and had the drink.

Jay made you laugh with his silly jokes, and the weather wasn't romantic until he suddenly brought the past, which reminded you both of the glimpse of a relationship you had. You started to feel sad because your feelings for him never went away, but the smug way Jay talked made it sound like his feelings were gone, so you'd no faith that Jay could love you back.

Jay stopped talking after he realized your sadness, the way you was looking down now.

"Y/n... are you okay?" he asked, but you couldn't look at him.

"I'm fine, Jay. Why wouldn't I be, uh?" You replied.

Jay sensed the tension in your voice, the alcohol making him curious enough to want to know more.

"Whatever's on your mind right now, you should talk to me. " he said.

"Do you love me, Jay ...?" You asked, too afraid of Jay's answer, but also drunk enough not to care anymore.

"I love you, Y/n." He said, causing passion to flare in your heart.

"Can you show it to me?" you asked.

"How can I show it to you...?" He moved gently toward you, curious about it.

"Kiss me." You looked into Jay's eyes, not expecting much from him, until you feel his hand caressing your face.

Jay's gaze was mesmerizing...

His lips touched yours and he kissed you slowly, as if he was yours again.

심재윤 〃Jake Sim — #3

You've been feeling lonely lately and didn't really know why.

Your group of friends was having fun and all, but you didn't seem very happy. Even though you were acting like you're fine, Jake could tell you wasn't, so he spent the night near you trying to make you smile.

Jake was really good at changing your mood or comforting you, he didn't ask why you were acting different or anything, he was just there to show that you could count on him no matter the situation, but after the night is over and your friends say goodbye to each other, Jake decides he can't just leave you.

He couldn't just let you walk away that day.

He wanted to stay with you.

"Please, let me take you home, Y/n. I've missed you so much lately. I want to be with you..." he said and really meant it.

"Okay, Jakey... You can take me home." you said and held his hand. Jake then gave you his jacket so you wouldn't feel the cold.

Somehow you always felt safe with Jake. You never really understood the relationship you'd with him. Maybe it was platonic or just romantic, but it's true that at the end of the day, you two were always thinking about each other.

When you got home, you invited him in. You weren't being reckless, you were just going with the flow, just letting things happen.

Jake didn't seem to have any other intentions, but you gave him way too much of the green light. So the boy took the jacket of you, held you closer, and led you both to your room.

"I know you're not in the best mood today, so I'd do anything to make you happier. ", he said.

"Would you kiss me?" You asked, without much thought.

"I'd kiss you every day if I could." He confessed, then kissing you.

Everything just happening very slowly, because you two had all night.

박성훈〃Park Sunghoon — #4

Park Sunghoon has always been too annoying and it makes you sick.

He doesn't waste his time when it comes to being eccentric and making you lose your patience.

So before you decided to come to Jungwon's birthday party, you didn't thought that you'd find Sunghoon way too confident on that day.

With so many girls in the house, he swore between you and Sunoo that he'd make many contacts that night, but then Sunghoon's joy was completely gone after he was dumped by all the girls at the party, while you vibrated with joy when you saw the boy lose his temper that annoy you so much.

Sunghoon came into the kitchen where you were while looking for a way out.

"I can't believe it..." He began. "Look at me, Y/n, don't you think I'm hot?" He asked.

Of course, if you answered "no" to Sunghoon, you would be clearly lying, but that's exactly what you did because you couldn't just feed his ego.

"I don't think so." you replied, surprising the boy.

"Hey, what..."

"I really don't know why you think you're so great." you said, to which Sunghoon made a confused expression.

"So you don't know, huh?" He said sarcastically.

"If you're so irresistible, then why don't I feel anything for you?" And that was definitely the most dangerous thing you would say to him.

Maybe the lemonade from Jungwon's party was baptized because... You really couldn't explain why you took it so far with Sunghoon.

"Girl... You shouldn't do that." Sunghoon looked at you with his seductive eyes, his aura changed completely.

"I dare you to make me feel something for you, Sunghoon, " you said, making him move closer to you.

"Ah yes?" He murmured.

"I dare you to kiss me."

And your sentence was enough to make Sunghoon guide you to the nearest toilet and take you to heaven... Or maybe to hell.

maknae line part

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fanfic #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #enhypen jay #kpop #myworks

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mlfywsly · 9 months

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My Best Friend...

Summary: You were friends with Harry. You both had a crush on eachother but no one wanted to say anything, until this happens...

Pairing: Harry Greene x OC!Fem

Warnings: Strong language

A/N: I'm actually going to use this to my Wattpad story, but I was literally needing to write this asap 😭

I got up pretty early that day and sighted. There was not even a week since school started again and I was sick of that. I went to the bathroom to brush my hair and put my uniform on. I went downstairs and have breakfast.

"Hey, Livia" Nick greeted me "You ready for school?"

"Honestly no. But what can we do?"

"True"

I took my bag and we started walking to school. I meet my friends at a table and started talking.

"So... how's everything going with Harry?" Imogen asked

I looked at her and shrugged.

"It's like... everyday. Why?"

"He didn't declare to you yet?"

"Oh my God"

I sighted tired.

"Don't start again, please... it's like 7 a.m., i don't wanna die yet"

"C'mon, you're overreacting" Sahar said "But you know, it's pretty obvious you both fancy each other"

"I do not!" I blushed

"You said it yourself. You like him"

"Well, of course I like him but he just d-"

"Hey"

I screamed. I turned around and saw Harry.

"Shove off, man, you scared me!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

He sat next to me.

"So, how you doing?"

"Pretty great until you came in" I smiled

"Rude"

I laughed.

"Should we leave?" Imogen said smiling

"Oh, no, I'm sorry" Harry got up "So... um... well..."

I looked at him confused. He shaked his head.

"See you in class"

He leaved.

"That was... weird" I said "Anyway, I wanna die because I have history today... it's not fair"

"Is not it the only class you and Harry shared?"

"Yeah..."

Sahar made a sarcastic sound.

"I would be jumping if I were you then"

"Pipe down"

She started laughing and we went to class. After the break, I went to my history class and sat on my desk. Harry came in and sat next to me.

"Hey"

"Hi"

"So... I'm sorry about what happened later, I mean..."

"Don't worry" I said fixing his tie

He blushed.

"Oh, um... great"

"You're acting weird recently" I looked at him concerned "You know you can count on me, Har, what's wrong?"

"I'm alright, don't worry" he smiled "It's just that... being a teenager is so fucking hard, I'm so confused about myself"

"Why?" I laughed "Do you like a boy or something? It's totally fine if you do"

"No, God. I mean, yes, I like someone. But not a guy"

"So what's the deal?"

"The deal is that I shouldn't be having this feelings about her" he sighted sad "She was like my little sister, you know? I didn't though that I would end up falling in love with her"

"Well, that's love blondie. You never expect to fall in love with someone you didn't expect to"

"Yeah... I guess you're right... but it's so complicated everything, I just..."

He looked at me and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Harry. Everything is going to be fine, promise. And if it's not... you will move on soon. That's how teen love works..."

"How am I supposed to move on, Livia? I don't want to, but I love her since a while ago. A long while ago"

I sighted

"Guess we're feeling the same right now..." I whispered

"What?"

"You know how hard love is? At least it is so hard to me. I'm always falling in love with boys that don't even care about me or that don't even know I exist. Even if we have like... the minimum contact it was like everything to me, it makes me happy for the rest of the day. And if he's my friend I'm literally the happiest girl ever. But it's also hard, because sometimes they just see me like her little sister, or like a very good friend and I can spend nights and days crying and crying and crying. And if they're not my friends I try to do my best but it's never enough. And we end up always like... them talking shit about me and bummed me out. Always. So i'm kind of sick of love, but at the same time it's the only thing that makes me be alive"

He didn't say anything. He just kept looking at me. I sighted and focus on my books.

"It's kind of weird to me to think how... everything changed between us. I mean..."

I looked at him

"We used to hate each other... I would never though about talking to you anytime I was upset and I would never though about vent to you..."

I looked down. It's pretty obvious that wasn't going to happen... we were so different and we hated each other...

"Yeah... you're right. I would never though about telling you stuff I won't tell nobody... it's weird but... you're actually my biggest support since what happened with my dad..."

He smiled. We didn't talk again until the class was over.

"By the way... do you mind coming to my home today after school? I mean, just so we can do history together"

I picked my bag and looked at him. I smiled.

"Sure! I will text you"

"Great! I have to go, see you"

He gave me a kiss on my forehead and leave. I smiled to myself. After school I went home with Nick and we ate. Around 5 p.m. I picked my bag and went downstairs.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked

"I'm going to Harry's to do history"

"Oh, lovely. I will walk you"

We leaved home and started walking to Harry's house. When we arrived, Nick knocked on the door. The door was opened by a sleepy Harry, with his pyjama and his messy hair. God, I love him...

"Nick, mate! How you doing?"

"Pretty fine. You're kind of a sleepy beauty, aren't you?"

"Pipe down, man. I'm tired as fuck"

"Right, right... well. I just went to accompany Livia so... I'm going back. Have fun"

"Shove off"

I got in and he closed the door.

"I'm sorry" he said rubbing his eyes "I fall asleep, actually"

"Don't worry, you're kind of cute with your messy hair"

He blushed.

"Yeah, well..."

I smiled and we went to his dorm. We lay down on the floor and we started doing history. I groaned.

"Man, I hate history so much, it's not even funny"

"Hey!" Harry smiled "What's wrong? I can help you"

"I don't understand anything. And when I say anything it's ANYTHING"

He laughed.

"Give me that, I will help you"

We started doing homework together but I swear he didn't stop looking at me. I looked at him and smiled.

"What?"

He looked down and lick his lips. I blushed, that was actually hot... He looked at me with his bright eyes and I felt like dying. I can't stop myself for feeling that. He started to lean in and I didn't even think of going back. Our lips finally touched and it was magical. He kissed me softly and then pulled out. He looked at me completely red.

"Uh, oh my God, I'm so sorry, I-"

"Don't worry..." I comforted him "It's okay"

"Shit. I didn't mean to..."

I looked down and we finished homework. I got back home and I sighted with sadness. The next days everything between us were so akward.

"What happened with Harry?" Imogen asked one day while we were leaving school "He used to came and greet you at morning but now you barely talk..."

"I don't wanna talk about that..."

"Did he do something? If he did I swear to God I will-"

"No, Sahar, he didn't do anything. It's just... well, something very akward happened between us and... well... it's weird"

I went home without saying anything. The next day it was the same. Harry didn't even look at me. I was entering to school when suddenly someone grabbed me and push me into a wall inside an empty room.

"What the hell are y-"

He shutted me out kissing me so hard. I opened my eyes but slowly kiss him back. His hands started going down from my back to my hips. I put my arms around his neck and we deepened the kiss. He moved his hands to my tights and I wrapped my legs around his wrist. He moaned and I bite his lip. We pulled out slowly, but his lips were at inches from mines.

"I'm sorry..." he said trying to breath "I... honestly I wanted to do this since the prom dance"

"You're messing with me"

"I'm not! I'm in love with you, Livia. I swear to God I am"

"Since when?"

"Since I know you. You're the most enchanting girl I have ever met... and since we became friends I fell harder for you every single second"

I didn't know what to say. I was in shock. He started to step aside.

"It's alright if you do-"

I took him by his cheeks and kissed him so hard. It took him by surprise but he grab my wrist and pulled me closer to him while he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my hands on his hair and I started stroking his hair. He introduce his tongue on my mouth and we started making out like two crazy teenagers in love. 'Cause it was what we were, two teenagers crazy for each other.

Masterlist

#harry greene #harry greene x reader #harry greene imaginas #heartstopper #heartstopper x reader #netflix #fanfic #one shot #imagine #lgbtq

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respirationalactress · 10 months

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Monday night/ cancer new moon/ at 4:30am my dog cried for the cold

A mental block I have RE starting a blog is - what if I have nothing to say? And I rarely do, in the way that I never write; but I always do, in the way that I'm always talking. But I want to be writing, and I've listened to like 5 episodes of This Jungian Life pod recently, so I'm making a dream analysis blog in the hopes that my nonconscious dream mind will prompt the things that my hyper-conscious writing mind is too stage-frightened to type. An aspirational writing practice.

I was on a camping trip with my family, and I went to the top of the hill, where there was a servo. A delivery boy, a teenager, drove up to me. He had a parcel for me, but he was confused by the name. He was reading the company name, Vevoke. I didn't really care about the package, it was something for my old workplace, but I thought the kid seemed nice, so I asked him to show me around the town, and he did. I asked, don't you have more deliveries to make? He shrugged, no, I only had two or three deliveries today, and I get paid by the hour so I may as well take a while.

I had a nice time driving around with him. I could tell he could tell I was queer, and I felt an affinity with him, like we both knew that if two gays could randomly find each other in front of a small town servo and drive around some streets together in the afternoon then... idk, anything would be possible etc. It was nice. I dropped him off near the servo and went back down the hill to where my family had set up camp. It turns out my brother knew the kid somehow.

This is bringing up for me a queering the map flavour of nostalgia. The kid in my dream wasn't anyone I know in real life, and it's not the first time I've created friends in my dream. Often I create people I crush hard on, but this time I had a more maternal, maybe even fraternal feeling towards him. It's interesting that the character was so specifically a teenager who could drive and had a job. These were things I wanted when I was young and living in a small town. In comparison, there is a very specific mention of my old job in the dream. I'd just had dinner with a friend from that job in the irl hours before the dream, and we were talking about our boss, a deeply repressed, deeply misogynistic, trenchantly evil older gay man. I remember once he shouted "FUCK THEM IN THE ARSE" in a meeting, after hearing we got a leg up on our competitors. As someone relatively new to arse-fucking at the time, I felt so angry that a gay man would evoke it as a kind of capitalistic, domineering... man thing. Now I feel sad for him. Maybe he really does think anal sex is so abhorrent; maybe he and his partner only treat each other like mates until the lights are off, until they're drunk?

I like that in my dream I wasn't needed as some wise person who could help the kid step into his queerness or figure anything out. Being gay was never even talked about. In fact, it was the kid who had something to give me, in the form of a parcel, which I didn't really care much for except for that it brought us both into a presence with each other, where the presence and normalcy of a tension free gay friendship is what was needed. I think about this in the context of the pressure I feel by my desires to mother a child, to let them grow up with the whole freedom of their own self. I think about this in the context of the anger I felt at my dog, crying at 4:30am in the cold, crying for the heat of a proximate body, not needing me to fix anything, just needing me.

I dream of a world where young gay kids only have a few things to do as they cruise around town, where they can run into other queers and not feel the shame drilled into them push fear and blood into their faces, push them away from remembering the world at the top of the hill, the world that their bodies promised them, which was always theirs, to make echoes, to befriend, to arse-fuck in........

P.S. We need to save Colleen Ballinger's brother's dancing child.......

P.P.S. God save my little brother, a sparkie who has always somehow known about the gayness.

#dreams #jung #gay friendship #pet dog #proximity

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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More spoilery thoughts and opinions on Episode 1 of the Swordsmith Village Arc

I've seen some opinions out there that the new OP is cheesy, and... you know what, it kinda is. However, this is also a bit of a cheesy arc for how it spoon feeds us the back stories of two Pillars without reaching the height of their arcs, like the previous two did with a focus on a single Pillar each. Plus, Gyokko and Hantengu are kind of the throwaway Moons. I'm sure the song will quickly grow on me and I really like some of the visuals and subtle use of early dawn lighting.

Poor Genya gets shafted though, he's bound to get Akaza come-from-behind marketing treatment, he has to. I had the pleasure this time overhearing an excited Genya fangirl leaving the theater.

Mitsuri really truly is adorable and I love her performance of so many lines, but... I kinda thought her interactions with Nezuko were gonna be cuter than that and I'm still sad I didn't get to hear her singing "Miya-san" so I guess I'll just have to do my best Hanazawa-san impression and sing it myself.

Gotou still steals the show, though. I know this is supposed to be the big flashy Upper Moon meeting in which the Fortress steals the show, but no, this was Gotou's stage. His vocal performance has so much personality and I love it.

Jumping back to non-spoilery territory, I love that scene of Gyutaro bullying Tanjiro, it's got so much impact. They went so hard on that and just slowing it down and letting every action breathe. Also, Daki's death tears me up EVERY TIME.

Also going backwards, I love the AMVs at the beginning, the editing on the Gurenge one is especially chef's kiss. Lining up Tanjiro's line with "terashite" is just wow.

I love Tanjiro banging his head on the floor. I love Nezuko crawling around under tables.

Tecchin's two styles of vocal performance worked so well for me. Also I love hearing all the Kakushi and random swordsmiths, I love how there's so many individuals in this Corp. I do not know what was up with the Kakushi waiting for Mitsuri to follow her, though. In the manga I read her discomfort as needing Mitsuri to hurry and come but being unable to pester a Pillar, but the anime the seemed to take it as the Kakushi being all fluffy in the head listening to to Mitsuri praise Tanjiro and give him advice (and to be fair, I was also fluffy in the head listening to that scene again, I feel all wrapped up and warm in Hanazawa-san's voice in surround sound), but.... it comes off like the Kakushi has a really, really big crush on Mitsuri. I mean, sure, but... it was a touch distracting.

I really don't mind the "Tanjiro is a shonen hero who has encounters with sexy women and he cannot help but be a bit bothered" thing. Tanjiro's as respectful as it gets for a teenage boy with a typical sex drive, what with being able to still carry on a conversation with Shinobu when she gets in his personal space or Mitsuri being absentmindedly provocative. Cover her!! Save the rice balls!! On the other hand, I was annoyed by Zenitsu's one appearance when I first saw this, but on second watch, yeah, what else do we expect from Zenitsu, it wasn't all that bad to just be excited that a girl might be thinking of him. But also, it's so sweet that Aoi got to have a little narration? I feel so bad for her running into walls, though!

Wow, that last paragraph was all over the place.

Kanao is still so timid, with how much she talks in the fight with Douma and even during the fight with Muzan, it's easy to forget she's still barely gotten used to this whole speaking up thing, after years of never saying anything unless prompted. Poor baby is still so fragile. I love how after her startling outburst Kiyo still winds up mothering her by suggesting what they go do next.

I really like Yoriichi's voice, it's similar to Tanjuro but filled with a very different mindset, one that really does make you feel what Tanjiro feels for him, wishes he wouldn't think such lonesome things. I like that he feels like a full grown man and not someone who can be confused with the teenage members of the cast. Also, great editing choice to end the episode on Tanjiro seeing the battle doll, instead of seeing it later on like he did in the manga. Also, baby Sumire has reddish hair, eeeeee!!!

THE TITLE CARD FOR THIS EPISODE HAD A MOTIF OF YORIICHI'S EARRING AND PLUM BLOSSOMS LIKE ON UTA'S KIMONO, EEEEEE

Speaking of previews, I was not happy to see all those previews of settings in the Infinity Fortress Arc. I'M NOT READY TO WATCH MORE PILLARS DIE, OKAY, but I do like that Ufotable is winking at us like, "oh yeah, you're totally gonna get it all, see, we already have models started." I assume they'll add more details once they're animating that season, but speaking of improving on the model in later seasons... HOLY SMOKES, LOOK AT DOUMA'S EYES

You know what? I found Gyokko's awkward/uncomfortable "uhhhhnnn"'s kind of endearing and I'm looking forward to more. Also, seeing him in animation is already making Hantengu grow on me in a "he's a funny little guy" kind of way. It'll be fun to hear the range on how he's performed.

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fetabathwater · 1 year

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pls pls tattoo + seven for jen (jennifer? i saw your tag and think that's her name)

questions here!

Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?)

Jen definitely still has the tattoo. She's sentimental and gooey on the inside and a Sad Girl™ and like despite sometimes getting all like 'whatever I'm over it, let's fkn GOOOOOO' and booking in for a tattoo to cover it up or remove it, she changes her mind right as she sits in the chair, and moves the location of the new tattoo away from the initials. It's like a messy game of chicken with herself to convince herself that she's moved on.

And it messes with her a lot that Seven still has their tattoo. Like it's one thing for her to still have it, but seeing that she still is there on their wrist. The game of chicken expanded into like a personal competition with Seven they are unaware of - because that will clearly help her move on. Obviously.

Seven: Do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? What do you imagine some of their best memories are? What do you think some of Seven’s favourite things about your MC were/are?

Those few early songs that were recorded (and aren't available to have a physical copy of) still live on an old ipod. Teenage Jen thought it was So Cool to own one and liked the crunchy noise that came out of it, and how it was their thing. Even pre-actual band formation, her and Seven definitely put their heads together and wrote far too much and messed around with way too many programs, doing covers and remixes and trying to 'find' their vibe. As far as Jen is aware, because most of it was recorded on his laptop, it's probably all long gone and she can't say she blames them for it either. Even if she doesn't listen to them anymore, it just is something she carries around with her, with scratches on the metal and long peeled and worn stickers.

Jen was blind to the feelings on Seven's behalf, because to her it never really needed to be said? It was just always there. Like yeah, she knew that her feelings were like no longer friendly, and yeah sure she thought about the way they smiled or brushed fingers or how they would talk and be close and warm and whatever. But for her like. She's dumb as a brick and then went oh! Light bulb moment, and finally kissed Seven. Like oh shit bitch, maybe should've verbalised that sooner.

When considering the slippery slope that is starting a relationship with your co-lead, to be fair, Jen didn't expect them to vote him out. She also didn't expect to be such a coward towards the end. Part of her does think about what would've happened if she quit, or pulled the whole 'us or nothing', but it crushed her. Now of course, she's in charge, and well. BOTB really doesn't want to give her any chance of moving on fr this time.

Seven liked that she was kind of every part the other half. Just as loud and funny and stupid and rebellious and even if they hadn't kissed, it still was like losing a limb. Jen snorts when she laughs and has a scar on her cheek from the one time they tried to play a team sport and Seven tripped her up accidentally. All her stuff that they never got to return is still sitting in boxes and it's messy and cluttered but there's old ideas for outfits and her insane love of diamantes. Seven always liked that there was a reckless streak in her a mile wide that only they ever got to see, and there was always a 5am text of her thinking up another set of lyrics. And yet, they insist that they used to like this, now it just annoys them - hurts them. So they don't really like anything about Jen at all.

#replies #oc: jennifer lamb #infamous if #me projecting how much i miss my ipod classic #as if it isnt in the drawer next to me but just needs to be charged

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starboundanon · 1 year

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I really love SOTF- it’s so snarled and tangled up and dark but with a deep vein of affection and (what Anakin perceives as) love. I have to ask- Anakin’s perception of love and protection is tangled up with his guardianship of Luke. Like- it’s unquestionable to him that he should have this sort of relationship with Luke. I’m wondering what that means with regard to his relationship with Obi-Wan when he was the minor. Did he fixate on Obi-Wan and want this sort of relationship?

I think Anakin had very conflicting feelings for Obi-Wan, though I can't say for sure if he was in love with him. I think he was bitter that Obi-Wan didn't really know what he was doing in regards to raising a young, gifted, highly intelligent, reckless, and headstrong teenager; I think he was resentful that Obi-Wan tried to keep him away from Palpatine, who presented himself as the father figure Anakin so desperately wanted; I think he craved Obi-Wan's attention and approval and felt like he couldn't earn them no matter what he tried; but as far as anything happening between them, that's intentionally left a little more vague.

Anakin might've crushed hard on his smart, well-spoken older brother figure when Qui-Gon first brought him home, this sad lonely 10-12 year old kid who didn't know where he fit in anymore, who was looking to form attachments with the first person to show him some kindness. There might have been some puppy love, there, but sadly, I think it's more likely that if anyone shaped Anakin's views to conflate parental love with sex and violence, it was Palpatine, not Obi-Wan. Palpatine took Anakin under his wing at a very young age, and probably took advantage of him in more ways than one, but maintained this ruse of being his father figure / friend / mentor / caregiver (and still does, to this day) while isolating him from everyone else who cared about him, so Anakin's only real experience with fatherhood is a man who is still gleefully manipulating and using him thirty years later.

If anything did happen between Anakin and Obi-Wan way back when, whether it was an unrequited confession or an assault or a consensual (but heavily regretted) tumble in the sheets, it was only tinder on the raging fire Palpatine lit, not the spark that caused it.

And thank you so very much for your extremely heartwarming comments, I'm so glad you're enjoying the fic and I so appreciate you wanting to know more about this trashy little universe. I hope you'll look forward to the next chapter! Thank you for reading! ♥

#herbie asks #tw darkfic

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sunniestshark-ocs · 1 year

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42%, 54%, 87% (for Jo)

13%. How has your character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood?

Not a lot, Jo was raised with a very 'people with strength are obligated to help those that don't' mindset and was given a lot of responsibility from a young age, which only intensified with age. She mostly changes by cooling down on being competitive and high-energy all the time as a kid to being mellowed out through maturing, taking on more tangible responsibilities (and chronic fatigue lol). She retains her jovial, resilient and kind personality throughout her life, which is a theme of her character- retaining her compassion through ridiculous amounts of hardship. But she does learn how to finally set boundaries and care for herself better, and even learns how to actually embrace and express anger instead of pushing it down and ignoring it. (The anger/non-anger issue she has is a whole other exploration I'd love to write about soon)

42%. If they could only eat one type of food for the rest of their life, what would they choose?

If it's 'type' then Jo would pick sandwiches and try to argue what is and isn't a sandwich so she could skirt the rules- anything can be put between two pieces of "bread" and be called a sandwich dammit (Jo: a hamburger is DEFINITELY a sandwich, a hotdog is a sandwich, which means a taco is also a sandwich! I'm right and you know it in your heart! Pie is a sandwich!!! )

54%. Describe your character's favorite possession. Where did they get it, and why are they so attached?

I don't think Jo really has a favorite, or would at least would have a difficult time choosing. She values gifts she gets above other things, so she has a sweater Roshon made her that she loves, her swords (in GT) were gifted to her by Fuu, her symbols of her marriage to Jack and Eliot, a necklace Rae gave her... Every single gift is her favorite tbh.

74%. Describe your character's love life throughout the years.

This pretty much goes for any AU, plus or minus a few people, but Jo usually has a teenage-hood hookup (in GT it's Roshon), and they mutually decide to stay friends since Jo is usually in it to win it every time she dates anyone and they didn't want to ruin the friendship. She then usually dates someone casually and isn't capable of keeping it casual (in GT it's her fellow supersoldier Sam, and they mutually break it up because the power dynamic is weird). She then dates Layla and Layla cheats on her bc it's too much for Ms. Anti-Commitment (they stay friends though). Then she gets together with one of her future wives, then the other. In GT it's Jack first, but Jo is under a different identity and the whole thing is very sad! Jo is very, very polyamorous as in she falls a little bit in love with all of her friends, and the crushes that last longer she usually pursues more seriously. But she's also like, extremely committed and wants all her relationships to work out even if they aren't amazing for her or the other person. Several of her past relationships end because she gets too serious, too fast, and can be a little overbearing- love languages are acts of service for the other person and touch AND quality time, and oftentimes Jo can be too much for people. She does temper herself a lot throughout the years, but then is uncomfortable herself because she often feels she isn't doing enough. Which is why it ends up working out with Jack and Eliot, because Eliot craves that much love directed at her and Jack simply deserves that much love blasting her in the face constantly.

80%. If your character were asked to associate an adjective with different stages of their life, what would they choose and why?

Childhood: Free. Jo would consider this the most free time of her life (as most childhoods are) but kind of rose-colored lenses the fact that she was still burdended by a lot of expectations even at a young age. Young adulthood (18-25): Committed. In any AU around 16-18 is when she really gets committed to her athletic pursuits, training, and just trying to mold herself into the best person she can be. It's when she has the least amount of full responsibilities so she loads herself up on any and all activities she can. She continues this into her 20s even with careers/schooling (except in GT where she was taken at 16 and forced into the supersoldier life)

30s+: Safe. Despite life still being volatile in many AUs, Jo has cultivated herself a nice support system, has her family and eventually is able to let go of the responsibility and burdens she's carried her whole life to let other people help her carry them. She gets the longest streak of restful sleep for the first time in years.

87%. Does your character have a natural talent for something? What is that talent?

Even though she's cultivated this throughout the years, she has always had a natural talent for making people feel safe, or at least comfortable, in her presence. There's something in the way she holds herself and speaks that is almost like sitting by a campfire, sun setting and warm, a still place where you can let go of your troubles for a while. She's an undemanding presence, even if (in some aus) she's at first intimidating or comes with a scary reputation, and it's easy for people to feel comfortable sitting in silence or opening up to her once they see she's not what her reputation says she is. She's a natural place of respite.

#jo stuff #infodump games #I combined all your asks into one!#icybreaths #thank you for all the asks and the interest C:

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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Could I request #30? Thank you so much, have a nice day/night!

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 ℂ𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦

♩ gn!reader, soft soft soft!!! just fluff, no angst, no warnings, tears but like not sad tears?? does that make sense??? there's like one swear word

♩♩ word count: 1.8k

♩♩♩ A/N: fun fact, i've actually never had a crush on anyone...is that kinda sad? idk (⊙_⊙)

wip list here

Chan

Maybe you're just too oblivious, but you haven't been able to detect his feelings.

Even though others would definitely say he is terrible at hiding it.

He would always be subconsciously looking in your direction, unconsciously doing things for you, acts of service, he smiles whenever anyone mentions you, the way he's always so nervous in front of you, all of these little things so clearly indicates that he has feelings for you.

But you just don't seem to notice at all.

And he doesn't know what to feel about this.

On the one hand, he is happy that you do not know, which means your relationship will never be ruined.

But on the other hand, you not noticing anything could also be evidence to prove that you don't share the same feelings he does.

He laughs at himself, feeling like a teenager for having trouble with someone like this.

But while he tries to stop himself from it, he just ends up falling deeper and deeper.

The thought that you could possibly solely see him as a brother, or a friend breaks his heart.

He wants to be more, he wants you to see him as more.

He's the kind of person to compose a song for you overnight, just because he thought of you.

But whether you'll ever be hearing this song or not, he doesn't know.

Minho

Him? Lee Minho? Having a crush on someone?

Impossible. Only other people have crushes on him.

But... What then, is this emotion he's feeling for you?

He's the kind of person who won't admit that he likes you, ever.

Would think of a thousand excuses just to convince himself otherwise.

"I'm not looking at Y/N, I was...uh, looking at my own reflection!"

"I wasn't blushing! It's the heater! Don't you guys think it's too high?"

He is a tsundere.

Will try to get you to like him, make you confess your love for him first, make you think you fell for him first.

Will offer to teach you how to dance, as a friend of course.

Then during the "teachings", would deliberately be all touchy with you, making you blush, your heart beating faster, and then pretend that nothing happened.

Evil bunny, very evil.

You will never know the truth, he makes sure no one knows... unless, of course, he gets drunk and says it himself.

Changbin

This may sound strange, but Changbin will be close to everyone except you.

He's great at connecting with people and loves skin-to-skin contact, but the moment he's with you it's like he's broken.

Unsure of what to do with his hands, red ear tips, awkward laughter.

He's a rapper, but he stutters in front of you.

You thought for a long time that he didn't like you, or that he felt uncomfortable around you.

And so you would try to stay away from him because you were afraid that you made him uncomfortable.

He didn't know that, obviously, as so was really upset about it for a long time, thinking you were distancing yourself from him because you didn't like him.

Don't we just love miscommunication?

This frustrated not only the two of you, but also the other members of Stray Kids.

Watching you two give longing looks at each other across the room, and that damn sigh you always made really drove them crazy.

Why were the two of you so stupid? Why can't you guys just...talk for like two minutes and everything will be solved??

"Omg dude they/he obviously like/s you back! Just act normal!!!"

You've both heard that line a million times from the other seven members.

Hyunjin

If you don't confess your love to him first, he will be hiding it for the rest of his life, I'm not joking.

Unlike Minho, he won't try to make you like him at all, he just sits in a corner and sulks.

When he sees you with another member (or anyone else really), his eyes start to turn red and his chest aches.

Will write you love poems, but most of the love poems are thrown into the trash.

Because "no words express my love for Y/N".

He is a very sensual person, the kind that will like you to the point where it's actually overwhelming him.

The type that will start crying when he thinks of you when he goes home alone at night and feels lonely in bed.

He hates himself for not having the courage to confess to you, but then there's really not much he can do other than pray to god for you to like him back. (and hopefully confess cuz he's definitely not going to say it first, he fears rejection more than anything else)

The boldest thing he has ever done was secretly kiss you on the forehead when you were asleep.

Even if it was just a simple peck on the forehead, it kept him up all night with his heart racing.

After that incident, he would often imagine what it would be like if he could kiss you on the lips.

Though if a kiss on the forehead makes him act like this, a kiss on your lips would probably be the death of him.

Jisung

Very straightforward, surprisingly, will flirt with you and use cheesy pick-up lines he found on the internet.

But if you flirt back, he immediately goes into tomato mode.

Face red, shaky hands, stuttering, the whole anxiety package except it's not.

"What's wrong Sungie, are you shy? You were so bold just a moment ago?"

Him and his anime girl legs, if you know you know.

Hides his face behind his sleeves, not daring to speak or look at you.

You only really needed one more push to make him give up and just confess to you.

But you always stop right there, not giving him any more push, making him unsure whether you like him back or not.

He really likes being close to you, feeling close to you, looking for common ground with you.

Every time he's hinking about you, or looking at you, time flies by.

He will notice every little habit you have, little details, so small that sometimes you don't even know yourself.

These little details just make him like you more and more.

He feels like he can't possibly be more obvious.

Every love song is written for you, the lyrics hinting at you, heck, he even lets you listen to them before anyone else, even before Chan and Changbin. He made you read the lyrics, he was staring at you the whole time you listened. He was this close to putting your name in the song.

Why aren't you getting the hints? It's driving him crazy.

Eventually one day he'll just say "fuck it" and confess to you, one day.

Felix

Is Felix so warm and sunny because he is an Australian? Or is it his own personality? You don't know.

But he is really direct in showing his liking to people.

The loving eyes, the physical contact, the never-ending compliments, the gifts every now and then.

It's almost like he's afraid that others do not know that he likes you.

His whole body is always just sticking to you, as long as you are with him, he must hold your arm, or hold your hand, or just hold you.

If you guys were actually dating, (people already can't tell if you are or not) he would probably be sitting directly on your lap.

Constantly begging to get your compliments, will put a lot of effort into it.

Compliment him on his dancing, on his deep voice, on his improvement in singing, on his cute and charming freckles, on his tiny little hands, on everything.

Everyone in the world knows he likes you, even you know he likes you.

But he doesn't seem to know.

"Felix, do you like me? Because I like you."

"I like you?! But... omg ......Y/N, you're right! I like you! I like you!!! Wait- you like me too? That's great! Are we boyfriend-girlfriend now?"

It's so weird hearing him say such cute words when he has that deep voice, but you loved it.

You thought he couldn't be clingier

Boy, you're so wrong.

Seungmin

Actor, this puppy is an actor.

"I bought an extra drink on accident, I guess you can have this one."

You look at your favorite drink in your hand and blink.

How did he just happen to buy your favorite drink? Oh, what a wonderful coincidence.

"I found the flowers on the side of the road and thought they were pretty, I guess you can have them."

You look at your favorite flower in your hand and blink again.

This type of flower doesn't bloom this season, how did he get so lucky? What a wonderful coincidence.

"Hey I learned a random new song, do you want to hear it?"

You look at the song shown on his phone and blink once again.

It's your favorite song, how did he happen to pick your favorite song to learn? What a coincidence.

No, by this point, even you sensed that something was not right.

How would there be so many coincidences? And how could all these coincidences benefit you?

"Seungmin, is there something you're hiding from me?"

Seungmin swallowed, but remained calm.

"No, why would I be hiding something from you?"

You watch his face carefully, trying to read his expression.

"I know!"

He clenches his teeth nervously, you didn't find out, did you?

"You're trying to make up for something you did wrong aren't you?! What did you do?!"

Oh, well, maybe he hadn't done enough to make it obvious.

Jeongin

Panic.

In one word, panic.

Jeongin is still a baby, you were not only his crush, you were his first (and maybe last) crush.

He had never experienced such feelings before, and naturally, he didn't know how to react to these foreign feelings.

"Hyung...do I like Y/N Noona/Hyung?......"

Chan choked on water and started coughing violently.

When the Maknae said he "had something to discuss with him", he never thought it would be something like this.

"Uhhhh......I can't answer that for you Innie, how do you feel yourself?

He then proceeds to give Chan a full-on speech about how he feels about you.

After listening to the nearly ten-minute "speech," Chan nodds.

"Yes Innie, you definitely have a big fat crush on Y/N."

With this (obvious) answer, Jeongin begins to shy away from you.

He might have been just a little lost before, but now he was full-on panic mode.

Yang Jeongin.exe has stopped working

"Jeongin, did Noona/Hyung do something wrong? Why are you always avoiding me? Do you hate me?"

That obviously wasn't it, but you had to put it that way to get him to talk.

"No! Noona/Hyung you didn't do anything wrong! I'm not- please don't think that! I don't hate you! I- I'm avoiding you because of the opposite! Because I... I... ...... I like you!"

Well by "talk" you certainly weren't expecting that, but you weren't complaining either.

#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz reactions #stray kids reactions #skz headcanons #stray kids headcanons #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #skz fluff #stray kids fluff

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aliasimagines · 3 years

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

#dave lizewski x reader #Dave lizewski one shot #dave lizewski imagine #kick ass imagine #kick ass x reader #kick ass one shot #gif not mine #aaron taylor johnson #alias imagines

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lemon-society · 2 years

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Holding ur ghonk au gently in my hands, I think she deserves the world

this ask is so sweet and really made my day! I'm sorry I haven't posted on this blog in a couple months, I kinda grew away from watching dsmp, but ponk is still my favorite and I still really like this au!

here's some more detailed info that I never shared in the past:

first death was to the fireworks techno shot into the crowd at the Red Festival. I know the comment ponk made was one-off and definitely not canon, but it's my au and the world is my oyster. ponk lost both their legs.

sam made ponk their bionic legs. they were redstone-powered. ponk also owned non-bionic prosthetics and a wheelchair.

second death was the canon one: sam chasing them down after they stole from the prison. basically the exact same as it happened in-universe.

third death was in the aftermath of the sam situation.

after sam cut off their arm, ponk found their way out onto the street and was trying to find help. niki came across them and brought them to her underground city.

niki did everything she could and was pretty horrified by what'd happened. she cleaned and bandaged ponk's injuries, but the arm was cut off in a very unsanitary place, and infection had already set in. being a doctor, ponk knew this better than anyone.

ponk held on for a week or so. both ponk and niki knew that they wouldn't live. niki asked if they wanted her to call or contact anyone to say goodbye to.

ponk couldn't think of anyone at first.

niki was the first person to show them kindness in... a long time. the eggpire had held community but didn't truly care. sam had obviously made his choice. in canon, this is also before ponk was friends with foolish.

ponk asked niki to call purpled. they'd had the real estate "business" together in the past, and ponk trusted purpled to be straightforward, levelheaded, and pass on their messages.

they died with niki and purpled in the room.

purpled did NOT take it as well as ponk had hoped. he's a teenage mercenary with little to no grasp on how to process emotions. he got very angry and closed himself off from the server even more. no one saw him for a while.

niki was crushed. this was not the first time she'd seen death, but it was the first time she'd seen it happen so... slowly. with such resignment. she was the one who organized ponk's funeral.

a good amount of the server attended the funeral. from the earth where ponk's ashes had been scattered, foolish grew a large lemon tree. no one has the heart to burn it down, this time.

sam is in a very bad state. he allows quackity to become more harsh towards dream, hoping to find the secret to revival.

ghost ponk appears soon after the funeral. personality-wise, they are very similar to the original ponk, but less angry. more sad. more afraid.

ponk was sensitive to the supernatural when they were alive. so ponk and ghonk have a closer connection than many other spirits do with their counterparts. they can't talk to each other or anything, but they can sort of feel each other's emotions. catch each other's vibes, if you will.

ponk's limbo is an unending grove of lemon trees. the closer they get to a tree, the more it grows. the further away they get from a tree, the more it withers. it's peaceful.

that's the most I'll dump about it for right now! thanks again for the kind ask ;) I have more ideas about how ghonk interacts with the server postmortem, but not sure what I'll do with it yet.

#dropsbyponk #ponk #ghonk #ghost ponk au #dsmp #dream smp #dsmpblr #tw death #/mine #long post #(?)

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Up In the Air (Joe x Reader)

(surprise gift for you guys on Joe's birthday ^_^ I started this almost exactly a year ago, and it's finally done! Someone pointed out that I slightly hinted at the plot of this in my last fic post... you caught me.)

Words: 4,028

Prompt: Spring, 1983. Joe has an opportunity in his sights, but as luck would have it, it does not go his way (or does it...?)

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(1983)

"God, it was so embarrassing!" Joe put his palms over his eyes as he whined to Sav. The singer was flat on his back in the middle of their bed, and Sav's back was against the wall opposite him. The bassist had his arms crossed in exasperation.

They were back in a fresh, new hotel room after another flight to another city. They'd been settled in for a while, and- as far as you knew- Joe was physically well. Emotionally, however...

"What are the odds that things were placed so perfectly for me today, and then-?!" he swatted the air above him, "That happens? 'Just my luck!"

Sav didn't consider it as dire of a situation as Joe did. In fact, he seemed rather entertained than sympathetic.

"That was out of your control, mate."

"I know it was, but-" he sat up, "Y/n was right there! How was I supposed to keep it together?!"

"If it were anyone else other than her, you still would've had to keep it together, you know," Sav tilted his head down, but had his eyes looking up.

"Well, you're no help," Joe grumbled, crossing his arms back at the bassist and flopping back down onto the mattress.

"There's nothing to help you with!" Sav took a seat at the foot of the bed, "It's not my fault you got-"

Joe sat up again in a snap, warning with a pointed finger, "Don't say it."

"I was just gonna say that I had nothing to do with you being-"

"Don't say it!" Joe pleaded again.

"Joe, it's not that big of a deal that you-"

"Sav!"

"Alright, fine!" Sav threw up both hands, shaking his head and narrowly fighting off a laugh, "I won't say it!"

A loud sigh came from Joe, his head hanging now. The heat of embarrassment refused to leave his face.

"...do you think she's still hung up on it, too?" his voice went quiet, and his tone adopted a sad air.

Sav raised his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and patted Joe's ankle reassuringly.

"It's hard to say no," he admitted, "I know I wouldn't have liked to be in either of your shoes today."

~(5 hours earlier)~

A hand took a grip on your right forearm without warning. It snapped you from the hypnotic, musical trance you'd been in for most of the flight. Having been placed next to the singer for the first time on an airplane, you knew it was his action without a doubt. You looked down and sure enough, Joe's hand was there- holding onto you just a bit too tightly.

Your free hand took off your headphones and you asked him, "Everything alright?"

The singer wasn't focused on you, or anything, it seemed. "Unfocused" was probably the best word you could think of to describe him. His head was slightly tilted downwards, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the chair in front of him. Despite that, it appeared as if he couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried.

You gathered this impression from a split second of looking at him, but as soon as he heard your question, Joe's hold on you was instantly released. His own trance was snapped as well.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the armrest..."

"You were holding on pretty tight," you pointed out, "Something wrong?"

That same look on his face was back again; unfocused. His hand slowly found its way back to the armrest- now that he knew it wasn't your arm. You saw his hand shaking before he gripped it tightly.

"You don't look so good," you noted, adopting a frown.

He hesitated slightly before going very quiet, his face suddenly appearing pallid.

"Fuck..." Joe cursed himself, "I fucked up, I fucked up..."

You pressed again, "Joe... tell me what's wrong..."

He lied to you in a halting voice when a new blush seemed to form on his face, "Um... it's nothing much. There's just- something I haven't told you, and I should've mentioned it before we got on board. But I..."

He fell quiet.

"Yeah...?" you urged him to go on.

"I get... seasick- airsick... sometimes. Not every time, but... every now and then I do- and..."

He visibly swallowed, his breath trembling when he slowly shut his eyes.

Your eyebrows went up, alarmed, "And you're not feeling so good?"

"No, no, no...!" his inner voice screamed.

"Not really, but I'm fine, don't worry about me. It just happens."

His efforts to shrink the overall worry didn't work, as you instantly knew that if things went south, you were the only nearby acquaintance of his who could help him. You were also trapped with him for 2 more hours until you landed, so you would've had to help him if need be.

"Oh god- are you gonna be sick?" your hand raised up slightly to reach for a sick bag.

"No! No, I'm more dizzy than anything..."

"Well, take this-" you handed him a sick bag, "-and just try not to focus on your surroundings. And if you can't hold it down... well just keep it in the bag and away from me, okay?"

"...okay," he exhaled and took it from you, desperately hoping it wouldn't come to that. For fuck's sake, he was already embarrassed enough. He felt like a child. Even worse; he felt like your child.

Joe shut his eyes again and rested his head back on his seat. His whole body looked drained of energy, and you saw sweat forming on his forehead. It was obvious to you he was trying to make himself appear more okay than he was.

"I can do this," Joe nearly said aloud, "I can get through this without her knowing."

Unfortunately, for him, you already knew.

"The poor guy," you were thinking with sympathy, "Never knew he could look so ill."

You asked, "You've been feeling bad for a while, haven't you?"

"...what?" he squinted under his eyelids, lying to you again, "No, not really. Why, can you tell?"

"I don't wanna sound rude... but yeah, you kind of look like hell."

Joe quietly whined at your declaration.

"I know that look, Elliott- I've been in this position before."

The man next to you was intrigued by what you implied. He was suddenly beginning to think that maybe his situation wasn't as embarrassing as it appeared.

His eyes opened, "Wait, have you ever-?"

"Oh- no, I never get sick on planes, but you're not the first case I've ever seen."

"Great. This means she's stronger than me."

You held up your bottle, "You want some water? Maybe settle your stomach a little?"

Joe felt his stomach turn at the mention of liquid and shook his head, "No, I'll be fine..."

It was another lie, but you decided maybe it was best you just let him be. Perhaps he wasn't that bad.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting the sickness with all the strength he could muster- hoping you wouldn't see it.

"Don't mess this up," he was telling himself, "She's right there. Keep it together and don't balls it up...!"

Going with your plan, you let him be, and put your headphones back on.

He took a deep breath, "Fuck, if only the seatbelt lock wasn't on... then at least I could hide in the bathroom..."

The Leppard waited in terrified silence for his ailment to subside. With the current turbulence, it was impossible. Every shudder and bump made him want to heave until there was nothing left in his stomach. Worst of all, there was no where he could run to; he was trapped.

Oddly enough, before the sickness hit him, he was actually excited to be trapped there.

It was no secret among the band members that Joe quickly developed a crush on you. What started out as a feeling of preferring you over anyone else in the crew soon turned into a reach for romance. There was no time for him to make a move in the midst of the tour, though, which left him to suffer in his teenage desire alone.

When he heard he would be seated next to you on the next flight, he instantly knew it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste. This was the first time he'd sat directly by you on a plane, after all. It was a brilliant time to make a move and bond together. He'd been nervous ever since he sat down, but he never got the chance to make a flirt or decent conversation before his body betrayed him. Yes, it was an optimistic opportunity, but now Joe wished it'd been anywhere except up in the air.

The stress of the situation only made him feel worse- but he wouldn't accept the fact that he was about to lose this divine opening.

Not 4 minutes of your music went by when the plane shook yet again. When it did, you thought you saw Joe suddenly move from the corner of your eye. When your head turned, you saw his fist pressed against his mouth, an arm around his stomach, and a green tint over his pallid face.

"Woah, you alright?" you took your headphones off again.

Joe only nodded, closing his eyes to reassure you (but also to reprimand himself under the surface).

"No, no no!! Stop being sick for fuck's sake! You won't have a chance with her!!"

"I'm good, I'm good," he swallowed again, wiping sweat off his bangs, "Go back to your music."

"Don't lie to me, Joe. You look terrible-! Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm really not that bad, Y/n. Just a little... motion sickness..." his breathing became labored, and he angled his body as far to his right as he could. He began to fidget with something as he swallowed, "Ohh..."

The cabin teetering around him somehow made things even worse.

"Honey, I don't think it's just a little," your concern was peaked, and a hand was hovering over his arm, "You look like you're about to throw up or pass out, so how about we get you some club soda and you can rest, okay? If you want to, you can even-"

Joe was turned completely away from you, and had suddenly lurched forward to vomit into the sick bag you'd given him earlier. You knew that any hope of him holding back his condition was impossible now.

You'd initially flinched at his retching; cringing and holding your breath. Only a second passed until you remembered your duty; you were the only friend nearby.

"Uh oh-" sympathetically, you sighed and reached out to him, your hands holding his hair back, "That's not good..."

***

"I feel so humiliated... I was just- so deathly sick! I threw up twice, Sav- twice! And she was right next to me! I feel awful that she had to put up with it...! I feel like that's on me. She probably thinks I'm disgusting; she probably sees me as this huge fucking pansy who can't keep his lunch down while flying..."

"Mate, getting sick on flights isn't a personality trait, and I'm pretty sure Y/N knows that, too."

Joe, who was laying down again, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"...I think this situation isn't all that bad, really," Sav shrugged, his voice going up in pitch to take on a suggestive tone.

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"It's quite obvious! I just think you were-" he adopted Joe's voice and air quotes, "-'so deathly sick' that you didn't even realize exactly what was happening...!"

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, don't even get me started, Joe."

*** Joe was laying against you now, exhausted from the physical labor forced on his stomach and throat. He was still pale and shivering, but finally willing to accept your advice and remedies. You'd ordered him some club soda (and some mints from your purse), and suggested he take a rest.

This left you where you were now. He had a hand on his stomach, and another one under your hand to calm him.

To say the least, it felt like having a nice, heavy blanket partially draped on you. You couldn't help but think it was at least a little funny. To most people, they'd be absolutely repulsed by a man with a weak stomach sleeping on them during a flight. You couldn't blame them, as Joe could still hurl at any given moment. However, the instinct to care for him overpowered any repulsion you may have had. To you, Joe was like a sick puppy, and you were the one who found him first. You knew he needed you in that moment, and you were okay with it. It was a nice feeling, to say the least.

Joe moved his head against you in his weary and mostly-asleep state of consciousness. A soft grumble vibrated from his sore throat.

Amid those circumstances that would normally gross you out, you managed to smile at him. That, and you gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was safe.

That pale, clammy version of the singer you were trapped with wasn't the form of himself he put on display to just anyone. This was a whole new side of him that you knew he never intended you to see; he was helpless. Joe had given in and finally let himself be helpless around you. You found it was rather sweet, and even somehow softening your heart.

It almost felt like a strange honor that not many people had the privilege of possessing, given that Joe tried so hard to hide it from you.

Him desperately vying to avoid your concern was typical for any one of the guys. Naturally, none of them wanted to appear vulnerable around you, but Joe seemed so hell-bent on keeping up his charade of feeling fine. You wondered what reasons he had for his strict act. Perhaps it was the intimate public setting that drove him to conceal his motion sickness at all costs. Maybe it was in order to save himself from certain embarrassment; you really didn't know.

Whatever reason he had, it didn't dwell in your mind for long. All you knew was that even with a half-dead, cold-sweated Joe on your shoulder, your heart was fluttering in a way that was even more inexplicable than his behavior.

*** "First of all," Sav held up a sassy finger at Joe, "She was the one who suggested she hold your hand, plus she held your hair back, plus she let you sleep on her shoulder and tried to make you feel better. Sounds rather tender, if you ask me. Tenderly intimate."

"I'll tell you what was 'intimate'-" Joe's grumpiness was still prominent, "-her watchin' me regurgitate my fuckin guts from 10 inches away!"

"But those were all girlfriend duties!" Sav bounced in his seat, trying to get the point across.

Joe finally fell silent. He sat up, and Sav could see the blush in his cheeks.

"...girlfriend duties?" he nearly whispered to the bassist.

"I'm right and you know it. Tell me those weren't girlfriend-ly actions! She got affectionate with you!"

Joe let his sight fall, then rise back up after a brief moment of pondering.

"She did, didn't she..."

"She definitely did."

Sav was smirking at him now.

Joe asked him again, "You really think she did...?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

"Oh-" Joe made a swatting motion and shook his head. He looked diagonally down at the floor, "She probably would've been affectionate to any one of us in that situation..."

Sav laughed out loud at his friend's comment. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was back at home, gossiping in Joe's childhood bedroom during a sleepover.

"Mate, when I had food poisoning last month, she didn't wanna get near me! But today, she was touchin' you and strokin' you and whatnot! Now that I mention it, I saw her smile while you were sleeping and holding her hand! Believe me, she wanted to help you. It was like she had an excuse to get close to you, just like you saw the flight as an excuse to get close to her."

Resting his case, Sav crossed his arms, tongue in his cheek.

They both remained quiet while Joe sat in thought. The pieces slowly began to fit together in his head, forming a train of thought he could somewhat follow.

"Suppose you are right; what do you suppose I do about it now?"

Sav could tell his argument was a success. His work there was done.

"That's entirely up to you."

*** You hadn't been awake that long, and were still pretty groggy when dawn began to break the next day. The unfortunate sensation of jet lag was beginning to catch up with you at that time, too. It didn't matter, because it was all part of the business. Your day would begin soon enough, jet lag or not.

After rubbing your eyes and throwing on your robe, you drew back the curtains and peered out at the misty morning. Thinking the hypnotic trance might wake you up more, you began to stare. Just as quickly, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Right before they did, however, there came a gentle knock at your door.

Blinking yourself back awake, you brought yourself to answer the call.

Initially, you found no one outside your room via the door's peephole. However, when you opened the door to search for anyone nearby, there came an unexpected surprise.

Rather than a person standing before you, a colorful bouquet of flowers lay on your doorstep. Of course, it was strange, but it also left you quickly growing bashful. You just hoped it wasn't one of your guy friends playing an early morning joke on you. Even so, your mind would be too cloudy to process that.

Looking around with sleepy confusion and flattery, you crouched down and picked up the bright bundle. You shuffled your fingers through the top of the arrangement to try and find a label or card that would give away the sender's identity. Eventually, you found the exact clue you were looking for; in the form of a small note.

The fresh, awakening scent of the blossoms wafted around you as you made out the handwriting.

"I'm so sorry I almost threw up on you on the plane! 🙁 -Joe"

It couldn't have been any more straightforward if it'd been put up on a neon sign. You chuckled out loud in the empty hallway and peered around to find a trace of the man in question.

Instantly, you found his eyes peeking from around the corner a few yards away. A guilty smile on his lips made him look so shy- in contrast to his average demeanor.

"This was really unnecessary, you know," the bundle was waved teasingly at him.

"I felt it was necessary," Joe's body slowly appeared more from behind the corner, "Considering you had no choice but to put up with disgusting ol' me."

Leaning on your door's frame, your eyes followed him while he strolled forward and leaned his shoulder on the wall in front of you. You both wore humorous smiles aimed at each other. If you could think any more clearly, you'd recognize this as flirting. Maybe it was- but it seemed oddly natural in that moment.

"Despite what you may think," your eyebrows lifted as you raised the bouquet up to your chin, "You weren't as gross as you expect. That, and you weren't any trouble."

"I just feel icky about the whole thing," he scrunched up his face and shrugged in disgust, "I promise it won't happen again- if I'm seated next to you."

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You just had a bad flight; everyone's got them from time to time."

"Not you, apparently."

Joe's smile turned rather bashful when he diverted his eye contact elsewhere. He silently chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. When you'd reassured him, he all of a sudden realized what Sav was trying to make him see. There was something in your eyes and your smile and your voice that just spoke to Joe; something that hit him and made him realize you wanted to be in the position you were in the day before.

You wanted to be affectionate with him.

Out of his daze, Joe spoke up after a brief hesitation, "So- um, I know it's early... but it's the perfect time for breakfast, so would you wanna go downstairs and get something to eat?"

"You mean with disgusting ol' you?"

"Don't worry-" his face almost went red at the cheeks, and his dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to think about me keeping it down this time."

Your arm holding the flowers dropped down to your side as you broke up into giggles.

"I'm not worried- in fact, I'd love to go."

You couldn't be certain, but you swore you saw Joe's face actually go red that time.

"Cool! Cool. Did you wanna get dressed or-?"

"Well, you don't seem to be dressed either, so why should I?" you reached back into your room to place the bouquet inside. When you shut the door, you joined the singer, "Let's hit it before Mike and Mal take all the good pastries."

Joe showed his teeth in his grin when you came to his side and began walking.

"If they're all taken, I'll steal one for you- considering I owe you a favor after what you did for me yesterday."

"What did I do?"

The answer was simple, but Joe didn't know how to say it without implying his feelings for you.

"You nursed me back to heath- or at least tried to..."

"I told you not to worry about it..."

"Alright, alright, I'll try not to."

"I'll tell you something, Elliott," you giggled as you both got inside the lift, "You've got a strange way of flirting."

Heat rushed to Joe's cheeks, and more threatened to join them at the thought of you noticing.

"Oh yeah?" he laughed.

"You hope I won't notice every tiny effort, yet you keep doing tiny things to make me notice. Even if we're, for example- up in the air..."

"Oh, god..." just like that, Joe thought he'd be the first person on earth to die of embarrassment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck- please don't tell me I was that obvious..."

"Calm down, don't make yourself sick again," you laughed and patted his back, "If it makes you feel any better... I did notice what you were trying to do on the flight. And- um... it worked. So..."

You stood on your toes, and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, "Let's just say- you don't have to be sick if you want to hold my hand next time."

Joe's hand lowered from his face, and he quickly flashed a bashful glance at you before darting his eyes away.

The elevator doors opened, the smell of coffee seeping everywhere. Instead of walking out, Joe reached out to you.

"You said I didn't have to be sick next time, and I'm quite well now..."

A bashful smile of your own made an appearance as you took his hand like you did the previous day. When you did, Joe giggled to himself.

You glanced over, "What?"

With a pause, Joe rolled in his lips, then looked right at you, "Oh nothing. Just- if you get sick on the next flight, I guess we'll be even, then."

"So, you're gonna sit with me on the next flight, then?" you raised an eyebrow.

"If it means getting even with you, then yes."

"And if it doesn't mean getting even with me?"

"Well," Joe said, smiling widely, "Then the answer is still yes."

That answer was more than enough for you.

Strolling out together, hand-in-hand, you and Joe made your way towards the breakfast counter. In the corner of your vision, you noticed him snagging a pastry off of Mike and Mal's table when he passed by.

The end

#this took me exactly 359 days to 100% complete g__g #another very rare occurrence where a fic isn't based off a song or has the title stolen from a song #unfortunately the next fic is going to break that streak hah :3D #def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #original content #rick savage #sav is a perfect mediator I'm sorry I have him in that role all the damn time orgiwroimvwr #everyone is a dumbass and sav is the keeper of dumbasses #I also spent nearly 4 hours making that moodboard i hope you're happy g_g #I just recycle the same boring joe birthday post every year bc I don't have any ideas nor do I have any resources in order to make-#-something different and/or better

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